#alek ward

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Porter Magazine March 2019

Alek Wek & Gemma Ward by Claudia Knoepfel

Styled by Helen Broadfoot

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Moon Helios

a/n: My god did I take forever to make this chapter. Whoopsies. Anyway this is the last chapter till the actual plot. I’m so excited to write the actual plot now. Lots of triggers in this so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word Count: 3.461k

Series trigger warnings:Child abuse, anxiety, religious trauma, racism, manipulation, division of canon, Alina hate?, trauma, ptsd, bullying, insomnia, self-neglect, mental health issues, guilt tripping, cult theme, blood consumption, cannibalism?? Lost of murder, talks of SA in other characters, Sexual acts, future smut, predatory behavior(not from Aleks) and all other shadow and bone stuff

The wind whipped furiously around the sanctuary. The banners marked by a raging sun blazing across the silks. It was cold, it’d been fair to cold. 

As Y/n’s grey eyes trailed over the younger Helios in trainings, the blinding ceremony had just commenced. They were clumsy as tripping over their own feet. 

You never really knew how much you needed your eyes till they were gone. Although sight allowed one to see again it wasn’t the same. Colors were dulled, lights were less. 

“Enjoying the snow?” Egons voice came from behind her. She didn’t turn to him as he went to her side. His large hands pressed again the railing. 

Maja growled softly from where she sat. The snow dressed her coat, almost blending in. She didn’t like Egon, she’d almost bit his fingers more times than Y/n could count. 

“No.” Egon couldn’t help but frown. Her answers had been short and never in full sentences anymore. That silver comb was  laced in her hair by Isla no matter what she was doing.

“Ready for the ceremony?” She didn’t answer just turned away. Her armor was cold, the metals almost froze in the snow. Her cape, long and lined with wool danced behind her. 

“꒒ꀤꈤꃅꂦ꒒ꂵꍟꋪꋪꍟ, be ready for your ceremony.” He urged her. Her hands went to her neck, pulling off her collar. She held it out for him to take.

“I’m not permitted this.” Egon gently took her armor. She was right, in the trial the children would be allows one dagger as there weapon. 

His eyes fell on her smaller frame. As she moved inside he watched her. He watched Maja and his ꒒ꀤꈤꃅꂦ꒒ꂵꍟꋪꋪꍟ disappear into the sanctuary.

In truth he worried, there was the small chance she would never survive this. It was a fight to death after all. 44 in training, only 22 would survive. 

He held confidence in her, she was trained by his hand. But her opponent would not be one she would be able to kill, he knew that well enough.

…………………

It was warm in the arena. The sand was heated slightly by one of the Inferni whom had kept their powers. Y/n stood, digging her feet in. 

If she was to die then she didn’t mind it to be her. She was the last ceremony of the night. Everyone who survived had killed a friend tonight. In turn they had regained their eyes.

Would Alina be able to live with her death. Mal had answered her letter, he and Alina were well. Underfed but well. The guilt festered deep within her. While her sister and best friend were underfed she slept on a full stomach overnight. 

Alina, she missed her sister’s dark eyes. The tree bark colored eyes were just brought enough to tell where the irises stoped and pupil began. How Alina’s thick locks would blows gently in the breeze. She missed Alina…. But did Alina miss her as much.

“Announcing Y/n Starkov, ward of Egon Waldow.” Aratha’s voice was mellow. Y/n supposed so many years of conducting these fights would do that to a woman.

“And Isla… Isla Vernio, ward of Egon Waldow.” Y/n froze, her blood going cold. Slowly Isla’s blurred frame came into her sight. 

Isla.

Why was Isla in the arena with her. This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Niko had checked. 

She was supposed to kill a random boy, Avich or something. It been easy to kill Avich, he was weak hearted. To kind for his own good, not bad with a sword but horrible with a dagger

“ӄɛɮɮɛռ ready!” Aratha yelled. Y/n couldn’t move. Isla moved into her stance. Her breathing picked up as she dropped her knife. It hit the sand, not a sound echoed around her.

“No… wait !” Y/n uttered finding her voice but from above Kanos nodded his head. 

“FIGHT!”

In seconds Isla was charging towards her. Isla’s blue knife sliced through the air as Y/n dodged. 

“Isla!” Y/n yelled as her friend attacked her relentlessly. Isla was quick, always had been. Her vibrations were all over the place, it made it hard for Y/n to track her.

Y/n began to move around, turning and dodging very moved Isla made. 

“ISLA! STOP!” Isla’s movements became sloppy, frazzled. 

Y/n caught her friend’s arm, twisting it and pushing the knife out of her hand. Isla slammed her head back and Y/n backed away. 

“Isla stop this! I’m not going to fight you.” Y/n could keep the quiver from her voice. Not this. She couldn’t do this.

She could softly hear Niko’s voice screaming. Niko was alive? Had he lied to her? Of course he’d lied to her. Her mind raced as she went through everything.

Maybe Niko had never been her friend. Only tried to gain her trust in order to get her killed. Maybe it was all a lie. Everything was a lie.

Before she could realize her back was against the sand. Isla’s knife inches from her face. Isla’s knife was in her face.

“Isla…”

As the knife inched closer to her throat she couldn’t see anything. Her vision was turning colors. Her hand moved before she could stop it.

GRAB THE BLADE! 

DRIVE IT INTO HER CHEST!

She felt the cold metal dig into her skin and then it was gone. The sound of flesh being pierced echoed through her mind. The choking on blood invaded Y/n’s ears as she caught Isla. 

“No no no no no no no!” Y/n repeat as she clung to Isla. The tears burned down her skin as she sobbed.

Isla clung onto her arm as she choked. Y/n looked up at the perch. Her eyes filled with terror as all the blood began to soak her. 

Egon wasn’t there.

He was supposed to watch all the fights.

Kanos stared down at her, eyes blank as she stared up at him. His eyes…  were those tears. 

Kanos never cried, he couldn’t. What had he done that he was crying?

……………………

…………………………

……………………………….

He couldn’t have? Could he?

The moon moved over the arena as Isla shook Y/n. Her eyes slowly moved down as she sobbed. Isla’s eyes were dulled and she could see. All the colors, everything was so vibrant.

Y/n’s eyes began to dart around as she saw everything. Isla’s blood was a deep crimson and it soaked through her ceremonial clothes. 

Isla’s vibrations were slowed, almost gone. 

Her hands moved slowly, covered in her own blood. 

“Burry me with the roses so I’ll always be pretty but I’ll always have my thorns.” 

Y/n held her face as she watched the lights in her chocolate eyes left. Her beautiful chocolate eyes were now visible her. Her soft skin lost its warmth, leaving not a trace of life. Y/n felt her breath stop. Her eyes stared down at the blood in her hands.

She could feel herself shake, she could feel her own vibration were everywhere. She could hear her surviving trainees screaming yelling. 

She could hear Egon yelling faintly. She could hear everything faintly. The ringing in her ears grew louder as she held onto Isla. It became so bright as her own screams entered her ears. 

Her scream didn’t sound like hers. Her screams sounded like something else. Like the screams of the volcra or ʊռʊɖɛǟɖֆ. Or the wailing of a banshee. It was so bright, there was light all around her. She left a pair of arms around her as she screamed.

The light only grew as she screamed and then…………..

Nothing, just black.

…………………………………..

There was too much snow, the pale pink roses were covered in frost. The dug up ground covered in snow. Niko’s bright crystal eyes stared over at her. 

She was knelt down tying the blue ribbon to the post. A large sun at the top of the wood. In her hands she held tightly into Isla’s collar. 

As per tradition the winner of the fight would take the dead’s collar. Melt it down and add it onto your own armor as a sign of respect for the dead. But Y/n had left the grave in three days.

She merely sat in the snow covered ground still in her bloody clothes. Her hair was become dirty. The bloody was racked under nails. Her own collar had not yet been given back to her. Egon knew she would be far to dangerous with her armor at the moment. 

Niko stood behind her, his crystal blues full of unreleased tears. Rosica stood to his left, her blonde locks flowing in the breeze while Zan stood on his right, his arms crossed. 

“She hasn’t left her grave.” Niko whispered as the snow whipped around them. Zan sighed gently, looking over at Rosica. The emerald eyes girl nodded her head as she gripped into Niko’s arm.

“Niko, I’ll take her for a walk or something. Clear her mind.” Niko scoffed softly. Y/n would not move from the grave. Her body was too weak, it was by the saints grace she didn’t have frostbite yet.

“And do tell me how you’ll move her?” Niko snapped his cloak blowing in the wind. Rosica smiled gently as she held onto his face. She leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his plush lips.

“Don’t worry about it, I have an idea.”  She pulled away from him keeling down next to the unmoving girl. She pushed away some of Y/n’s h/c hair and leaned down in her ear.

“I was think of getting some winter roses for the grave. Isla would like those wouldn’t she.” Y/n’s dead gaze slowly tracked to the girl at her side. With a slight nod the blonde pulled Y/n to her feet.

Niko’s eyes widened at the sight and moved over to her. His arms found there way around her form. She seemed so small now. Her fire was gone now, not even a spark left. 

He pulled his cloak off, wrapping the material around his shaking form. Rosica’s eyes faltered and she shot her gaze over to Zan. His eyes did not meet hers as she moved back to Y/n.

“There’s some flowers at the border, come.” She whispered in the emotionless girls ear. Rosica attempted to lock her hands in Y/n’s but Y/n pulled her hand out of the other’s grasp. Rosica smiled softly at her as she watch the dirty girl curl around herself.

Her brain was blank yet so many thoughts raced all at once. This had to be false. Isla wasn’t dead, she was simply sleeping somewhere. Or hiding away from her. 

Maybe this was all another test for her. But Y/n’s mind kept pulling her back to the blood. She never been covered in so much blood.

With Ville it was different, she still wasn’t sure if she loved him. Did she love him? Or had she been so convincing in her own lie she had known.

He was kind, and strange in a way. His face had been etched into her memory. The way he stared up at her had been different. He stared up at her with love in his eyes. Even as his blood began to cover them his held the same expression.

Isla didn’t.

Was it fear that she felt in her final moments? Did she fear her when she died.?

Did Isla fear herself in her final moments.

“Look at all the roses.” The blondes words brought her from her thoughts for a moment. She turned to the pale and frost covered roses. They bordered on a lake that was partially frozen over. She brought her tired legs over to the edge of the pond.

Her knees hit the snow covered ground without a sound. Rosica stood over her as she dug the flowers out of the ground. The weak and cold dirt caked under her nails as she pushed the earth away. The blondes eyes darkened as she stared down at Y/n

She never been cruel to her. She stuck by Isla. She was kind enough, helpful enough. But the spell she casted in Niko was too great. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that a girl he hated for so long became the object of his heart before her. 

“You know Y/n, I never really liked you.” Her words made Y/n pause. Something was wrong. There were no birds singing. No a sound was present. Something was wrong. 

She slowly placed the rose, roots in all on the pile of other roses. 

“Is that so?”

“Yes, I just never really liked you. You were always so… brutish, not to mention bloody.” Rosica snarled as she stood over Y/n. This was wrong. She shouldn’t have gone with Rosica, Y/n barely knew her. She was Niko’s lover if anything at all.

Niko had almost never brought Rosica around her. She wasn’t sure why but now in the moment she knew that this girl was not her friend.

“Niko used to hate you, I don’t know why it changed. You aren’t very pretty, so you couldn’t have made him fall in love that way. Your personality is nothing special either, you’re just cold.” She continued. The bushes began to shake as another figure approached.

“What is this?” Y/n asked not looking back at the pair.

“Your death.” Zan voiced. She turned her head to him. It didn’t really surprise her, Zan should have don’t something like this ages ago. She’d disfigured him after all, no amount of kind words could change that.

“You are a special breed half-breed. I never would’ve know had Kanos not placed me in that arena with you. Your power is astounding!” His face was as manic as his words. 

“The only powers I have are the gifts of Helios. I’m no grisha like you.” She snapped as she glared at the pair.  Zain’s smile curled up, showing off his perfectly white teeth.

“Adam felt it, the power in your bones that day in the arena. I never got close enough to touch your skin but he did. I gather so did Kheli but he wouldn’t give us many answers.” She furrowed her brows at his words. 

This made no sense, not a single word spoke to her made sense. After the ceremony she had gain powers. Strength in the flesh, mind and spirit, but all helios’s were granted these powers. 

“You’re an amplifier.”

The words sent chills down her spine. She wasn’t sure what an amplifier was but it sounded familiar. Like a concept she was in the cusps of grasping 

“Took me some time to figure it out but,” he paused laughing crazily. “They hid it so well. All of them. You have NO IDEA! No idea how much that council protects you!”

Her eyes faltered for a moment. Staring down at the snow covering the woods. She should have never felt Maja in her room. She should’ve brought her war dog with her. 

“What are you talking about?” She asked her tone surprisingly gentle. Rosica’s harden gaze faded for a moment. This wasn’t the viscous girl she was ready to kill moments ago. 

“An amplifier is a creature whose bones grant more power to a grisha. You amplify us. At least you will once we’re done with you.” She curled up her lips. He was wrong, he had to be. Niko was a grisha and he never once brought this up. 

A few moments of pure silence past as they all stare at one another. She could hear the snow falling into the ground. Niko had never touched her skin. He was afraid of his own powers. Saints grace….

Niko had only ever grabbed anyone by their clothed shoulders or arms. After the arena fight Kheli refused to touch her. He was reject her hand at every turn and grasp onto her clothes back instead. 

His way of showing love was touching. He enjoyed hugs and hand holding more than Isla ever had. Yet he’d never touch Y/n, every memory of her experiences with grisha had been the same. One touch then never again.

“Where’s Adam? He told you of this?” Her words were soft, quiet, small.

“He’s a fool, he wanted nothing to do with this.” Perhaps that was what hurt her more. Adam was more a stranger to her than Zan. She killed someone she cared for she he and the others could escape the village in fjerda. She never done such a thing for Adam. 

She didn’t react as her entire body was pushed into the ice waters. She flared around as the pair grabbed onto her legs, arms and body keeping her down. The corners of her vision became darkened as she thrashed. 

The water enclosed upon her as its cold waters filled her lungs. She screamed and gagged as she tries to break from there grips. But she was weaker, tired, and broken. Y/n had to admit that they were rather smart to choose now to kill her.

GET UP!

It was that voice again. It was different this time. His will voice was deep, harsh but there was a sense of fear she’d never heard before. She continued to thrash about as through her blurred vision she saw a blade. 

Her jerking slowed as her vision began to blacken. Her lung became heavy as she inhaled the salty lake water. It burned down her throat as her fight began to diminish.

THERE’S A BLADE AT YOUR SIDE! 

GRAB IT!

Quickly obeying the strangers voice her freezing hand reached to her side. The cold metal cut at her fingertips. She knew there was never a blade on her. She wrapped her hands around the hilt and brought it up.

The blade slashed around….

It planted dip into flesh. Red filled her vision as her body was pulled from the icy waters. Her eyes faded in and out as screams entered her ears. A pair of cold wet hands held tightly onto her.

She was rolled on her back, her head falling limply to the side. There he was. A mass of muscles, taller than any man she’d ever seen. His body covered in thick bounds of metal that curved around him. His sword was ginormous, the hilt alone was bigger than her hand.

Water was pulled from her throat as she gagged violently. A pair of gentle and delicate hands pulled her head into there lap. Her eyes shut for a while.

The world was too loud to ignore. 

“No! Please! We didn’t mean any harm!” Was that Zan? Begging?

A dark chuckle echoed through the cold air. 

“Then why did you try to kill what was mine!” His voice was deep and cruel. It echoed like a famine that would slaughter thousands. Like a battle that saints knew would be bloody. 

Zan’s screams would quickly cut off as the sound of metal meeting flesh entered her ears. Slowly her eyes opened, above her was the most beautiful woman she ever seen. With perfect blonde hair that flowed elegantly around her shoulders. Her beautiful crystal eyes stared down at her worriedly.

Slowly her own eyes drifted away, going to the side of her. Rosica laid on the ground by the lake. Her throat slit in two as the crimson pooled around her.  

The roses she’d pulled from the ground were coated in blood. They seemed to drown in the puddle of it. Her eyes flickered, she’d seen this before. Those bloody flowers were the same in her vision.

Alina, Y/n, and Mal all laid in the meadow field as they hid from grisha testers

Blood covered flowers 

A white stag standing in a snow covered forest

A pair of piercings eyes so dark they looked black peering down at her

Black armor covering her as a strange light admitted from her hands

After her head injury those images had been planted in her head for the past few years. They had been burnt into her very soul. 

“Will she live?” His voice held that touch of fear she was so used to. Another man she hadn’t seen nodded his head gently. His long locked curled around each other like gently ocean waves. His bright blue eyes stared down at his calmly. 

“You’re are certain?’ The blonde women who held her sighed softly.

“Ares, my love, she will live, her memories of this will be fogged.” She could hear yelling, so much yelling in the distance. 

“We must go nephew.” The ocean eyed man said as he stood. The blonde who held Y/n kissed her cheek softly, her eyes began to drop even more. As her body touched the cold floor she felt a warm large hand in his face. 

“Be bloody, be ruthless…. My little blood Helios.” With that, they were gone. And all faded to black. 

[o0oooooo0o]

uttara bhadrapada is all about honing that cool crystal center within. ppl will find that in association with these natives “most” is the word you will often see next to their name and not always in a socially acceptable way. These natives leave behind gifts to humanity transcending the boundaries of good and evil.

‧₊˚✩彡 🙀

-losing people close to you

-inhumanism

-aliens

-synth

-being non pc

-extreme wealth and 💸💸💸💸💸

-reptilian beings (dragons, snakes,…)

-aquatic beings (mermaids)

-cold, frigid, aloofness, indifference, apathy

-loneliness, disconnect

-underworld

-fantasy

-collateral damage

-humanity

-secret societies

-control & restriction

-evolution

-mysticism

-combat

-reluctant leader

-burden

-deep space, the unknown

-two faced

-blue/iridescent/chromatic/purple

-eccentricity

-cyberpunk

-conspiracy

-high technology

-destiny & fate

-neptune

-pluto

-funeral

-inertia

-legacy

-skeletons in the closet

-in plain sight

-contradiction

-transformation

-war

-cosmic rain

-drugs/psychedelics

-stoners

-plastic surgery

-victimhood

-delusion

-manipulation

-the end

-transcendence

-the chosen one

-apex saturnino

-being ahead of your time/creating something timeless

-aristocracy

-anger

-doomsday

-out of touch

-dreams

-dissolution

-destruction

-innocence

-cunning

-isolation

-apotheosis

-ascension

-kundalini awakening

-Pegasus

-Andromeda

-evil

-genius

-tamasic

-cold blooded

-ethereal essence

-uncanny valley

-alienation

-abandoning humanity

-fixed

-void

-darkness

-time

-being the brain/face of capitalism ngl

-prophecy

-elongation

-escapism

-the ocean

-for the greater good

-tying together future/present/past

-being afforded a greater, more terrible purpose

Grimes sun & moon in uttara bhadrapada

OTHER NOTABLE NATIVES:🦄

-rihanna

-hillary clinton

-kim kardashian

-anya taylor joy

-antonio banderas

-rose

-taeyeon

-rooney mara

-gemma ward

-rick owens

-jin

-felix

-tyra banks

-salma hayek

-daniel radcliffe

-joaquin phoenix

-rebecca ferguson

-lil kim

-Luca Guadagnino

-sujan stevens

-janet jackson

-steve jobs

-bill gates

-catherine zeta-jones

-andré leon talley

-anna wintour(*)

-eugenia cooney

-ash stymest

-blac chyna

-travis barker

-jane lynch

-IU

-tupac

-jason statham

-riley keough

-wiz khalfia

- jay park

-timothee chalamet

-samantha morton

-Josh McDermitt

-anton riize

-belle kiss of life

-muammar al gaddafi

-ni-ki

-sullyoon

-king krule

-aidan gillen

-josh o’connor

-salvador dalí

-sophie turner

-hayao miyazaki

-john galliano

-ed sheeran

-kendall jenner

-jessica white

-choi woo-shik

-tom brady

-russel brand

-Satoru Gojo

-Shri Ramanujan

-novak djokovic

-alek wek

-nick offerman

-steve-o

-song kang-ho

-cheng xiao

-enya umanzor

-jenny slate

-nicholas hoult

-isabelle huppert

-soobin

-bladee

-dev patel

-james cameron

-city of los angeles

-harry potter

-wanda maximoff

-iron man/tony stark

❌

-jeffrey e*stein

////(disclaimer, lowkey i’m pretty good at guessing between naks but i can’t say for sure that they r ubp moon some of these r just my own intuition/pattern recognition/symbolism unless their birth time is confirmed and i can flat out get their placements wrong but also ppl lie even about their birthday so it is what it is)

///*I will keep updating this list

UBP SUN:🦄

yuji itadori

irene

alexander mcqueen (ubp sun+rahu)

lisa (ubp sun+venus+ketu) +saturn*mercury in revati

quentin tarantino (sun+mercury+jupiter)

cha eunwoo (sun+venus+ketu+saturn)

lady gaga

mina

lee pace

ethel cain

celine dion

diana ross

yasmeen ghauri ubp sun c mercury revati

mariah carey ubp sun c rahu *mercury pisces pbp

eren yeager

keira knightly

steven tyler

MOON RULED BY UBP:🦄

karina (revati sun c ubp mercury+venus gemini moon ruler ubp mercury)

jamie campbell bower (bharani moon ruled by ubp mars)

UBP ASC:🦄

brie larson

che guevara

billie eilish

shakira+venus

KETU IN UBP:🦄

zoe saldana

bella hadid +ubp saturn

jaehyun +ubp saturn lagnesh saturn in ubp

fernanda ly

RAHU IN UBP:🦄

abbey lee kershaw

ASC RULER IN UBP:🦄

zendaya (cap asc ruled by ketu+saturn in ubp)

[dhampiravidi]

blood is thicker than water

Of course she refused when Baghra asked to meet her. Jayn had left the Morozova Crime Family in the 1800s after faking her death (with the help of a witch friend). She left Europe for the US & made a home there, easily sliding into the modern age (gosh, computers were nice), where she worked as a high-school Zemeni teacher. Even though Jayn's home was warded, Baghra had managed to send one of her thralls to her former employee, explaining that the old woman wanted to meet. Jayn thought it was a trap, so the Morozovas could tie up a loose end. Then Baghra came in person, saying that Aleks had been taken to Fjerda after a meeting to discuss a possible ceasefire had turned into an ambush. Jayn couldn't fathom how someone as powerful as Aleksander could have been taken, until Baghra described the sudden burst of light, which had scalded the vampires hidden in the surrounding area. Clearly, the Fjerdans who called the undead & all magic-users "unnatural" had done something hypocritical.

So Jayn went to Fjerda. Her background was clean, she knew; that being so was partly what'd kept the Family from finding her for so long. Still, she needed a good cover. She had contacted some of her relatives in Novyi Zem, explaining that she needed to get in & out of the country with a friend within the next week or two. Thanks to her occasional correspondence with them (which included a decent sum of money), they were happy to help. She was greeted in Fjerda by her several-cousins-down cousin's people, who were helping her pose as a relative of the main diplomat of Novyi Zem. They'd also gotten her a place to stay, though she'd also rented a room in a cheap place just in case she needed somewhere to hide.

Then the real work began.

@starlsssankt

[theladysherlock]

Dalek Week 2024: Day 4

Bar Fight

Volger stands with his arms crossed, surveying the scene in front of him.

A very sullen looking Alek sits in the overnight holding cell, his arms crossed. His left eye is blackened and there's a cut on his forehead that has thankfully stopped bleeding, though dried blood crusts around his temple. Deryn is perched on the bench next to him, her leg bouncing with unspent nervous energy. There's a smear of blood around her nose and cheek, her knuckles are worn raw.

It is far too early in the morning for him to deal with this.

"I didn't start it," Alek says.

"I don't recall asking," Volger replies coolly.

"He spat in my face."

"And you are supposed to be able to control your temper," he says.

Alek scowls but doesn't argue. Unfortunately, his compatriot is more than willing to speak up for him.

"What, so you want him to just let some bully harass the serving girls?!" Deryn cries.

"What I want, Mr. Sharp, is for his formerly-serene highness to be a better judge of which battles are worth picking."

"We won, anyhow." Deryn says. "I doubt that bastard's going to try anything anytime soon, not after the thrashing we gave him."

"And yet here you are, sitting bloodied and bruised in a jail cell," Volger says. "A clear and concise victory if I've ever seen one."

"Don't gloat, Volger," Alek says. "The bar owner already said he won't be pressing charges."

"Aye, seeing as it was his daughter we were standing up for!" Deryn says.

Volger sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He should have expected as much. His ward has an unfortunate habit of helping people at the most inopportune times.

The girl catches his expression and changes tactics. "No one would say it was Alek's fault, anyway," she says. "Everyone saw the other guy swing first. Alek went in there, calm as you please, asking him politely to leave her alone. Asked him twice, even. That bastard is the one who escalated things."

For the first time since Volger's arrival, Alek looks sheepish. "Well. I sort of escalated..."

"Aye, after he spat in your face. And I hardly think a bit of name calling is as bad as him throwing the first punch."

Volger sighs again. "What did you say to him?" He asks. At the very least, he hopes it was a good insult. Alek getting his eye blackened over a stray "dummkopf" would only add insult to literal injury, at this point.

Alek clears his throat. "It's a bit of a blur-"

"He called him a 'lecherous little swine with half the brains and charm of a bloated tapeworm,'" Deryn says, beaming proudly at Alek. The boy melts under her gaze.

It is still far too early for this.

"Charming. And then he gave you that in response," Volger says, gesturing to Alek's black eye. "At which point I can only assume Mr. Sharp jumped into the fight like a rabid dog."

"That's about the long and short of it, aye," Deryn says, far more cheerfully than expected under the circumstances.

"I see." He crosses his arms again and steps back to let the attending officer open the cell door. "You can clean yourselves up and then explain all of that again to Dr. Barlow, who I'm sure will be less than thrilled to learn about her assistants' recent foray into vigilantism."

Deryn groans, rolling her eyes. "She's going to ground us for a month."

"Perhaps you should have thought of that before getting into fistfights with the local riffraff."

Alek quickly takes Deryn's hand and smiles at her before dropping it, all while the officer's back is turned. She grins at him again.

Volger wonders if six o'clock in the morning is perhaps a bit too soon to get something to drink.

[modern-inheritance]

*Loooooooooom*

(When the annoying know-it-all guard pisses off the other high risk ward guards enough to have them ask him for 'help' getting the new prisoner to get up and ready for in inspection. [There is no inspection, and Durza's currently occupied, so these guys are basically hoping Arya will kill this dillweed and rid them of his presence.])

“Alright, get up.” Alek smacked his truncheon on the woman’s restraints, the dense wood making a satisfying crack when it made contact with the metal. “The others might drag you but I’m not putting up with that now. Up! Or you get the stick!”

The woman tilted her head. Wild shocks of midnight parted to reveal a single green eye sparking with annoyance. She still refused to move, slumped against the wall. Himel had warned him not to unlock both the cuffs at once, and the one chain that still held her by the heavy shackle at her wrist rattled when she moved. 

“Do you think I’m playing games? Get UP!” Another crack, this one underlain with a damp thud of flesh over bone. Alek prided himself in how deftly he could wield the heavy baton. Years of practice on the many prisoners who filtered through the ward had given him a unique feel for how to moderate the force of his blows and where to place them. This one had been tricky, but it was smooth. A twist and twirl of his wrist, dropping the tip of the club low before flicking it high. Catching under the barest lip of the woman’s shoulder blade where it was just visible under the grey tunic. Such a blow would send shocks up and down the entire shoulder and arm, radiating deep into the abdomen. 

“Was that so hard?” Alek grinned to himself as the woman shifted with a grimace, finally starting to get her legs under her. He turned to where Himel and Jost were waiting at the cell door, their riot helmet plates pulled low over their faces. “You idiots just don’t know how to get a damn woman to lis–” 

He looked back, hearing the rustle of fabric as the woman straightened.

And found himself staring at her neck. His words died in his throat as he tilted his head back, back.... 

The woman loomed over him. Her lip twitched, showing terrifyingly sharp teeth. A set of unmistakably pointed ears confirmed that the rumors flashing through the canteen were all too true. 

Alek swallowed. “Fuck me, you’re a tall one.”

The elf snorted softly, eyes cold. Alek appreciated that she tossed him through the doorway, and not into the wall.

[introvrt]

🎰 is this a bad idea? yes but idc

── mel asked for a list of five randomly generated ships !

LILAH DE LUCA & LIAM BYRNE : i'm not joking when i say this was the first spin... so when are we re-hashing lilah being liam's baby mother, co-parenting drama plot? i forgot i needed this but i do, i need it.

ODESSA CLARKE & CALVIN CUNNINGHAM : see this is the problem with you and your muses, is that we have already done so many of these? i think we planned this one but never got around to it, but i think they would be cute...

WOLFE FISHER & PHOEBE WARD : tell me phoebe has a type without saying she has a type. silas, jude, and then wolfe?? her type is rich. but i feel like this would be such a good pairing actually, wolfe is a lot like silas but more smarmy, less obsessive.

CLOVER MULLEN & JODY LIEBERMANN : artists?? we'd plotted them as friends but i think this could be such a cute ship too, especially in a situation where they're both still struggling as artists, and they have a similar place in their families/are less successful.

JUDE MADISON & ALEKSANDER CAMPBELL : this might be my favorite off of the list. ok hear me out, hear me out... hunter jude and vampire alek verse? either an enemies to lovers situation, or even they end up involved without jude realizing that he's the vampire he's after? the possibilities.

[venusincollapse]

alek wek & gemma ward photographed by claudia knoepfel for porter edit magazine (2019)

[shahananasrin-blog]

[ad_1] Los Angeles Angels outfielder Taylor Ward was placed on the 60-day injured list with facial fractures on Sunday, a day after he was hit by a 91-mile-per-hour pitch from Toronto Blue Jays right-hander Alek Manoah.Ward was taken to a Toronto hospital after being struck in the fifth inning of Saturday's 6-1 loss and released that evening."That's probably the worst feeling ever," Manoah said. "Definitely want to pray for him and his family. That's the last thing you want to do, no matter the situation, no matter the team, no matter anything. I feel really bad about it. I'll definitely be looking to see how he's doing."Scary moment as Taylor Ward takes an Alek Manoah pitch up high. pic.twitter.com/4BJZ77GCgA—@SportsnetBefore Sunday's game, Angels manager Phil Nevin said Ward did not have vision damage. Surgery is an option for Ward, but no decision has been made. It was not clear when Ward would be able to return to California. The Angels play a three-game series at Atlanta this week before returning home Thursday to host Seattle.To replace Ward, the Angels selected the contract of infielder Kevin Padlo from triple-A Salt Lake.Batting with the bases loaded, Ward was hit by a 2-0 pitch from Manoah. The ball appeared to strike Ward next to his next left eye, knocking off his batting helmet.Plate umpire Andy Fletcher motioned to the Angels' dugout for the trainer as Ward went down, blood running down his face. Angels staff rushed to the plate and held a towel to Ward's face. After a couple of minutes, Ward got to his feet and left the field on a cart. His left eye appeared to be swollen shut.A six-year veteran who has spent his entire career with the Angels, Ward is batting .253 in 97 games this season with 14 home runs and 47 runs batted in. [ad_2]

[ericvanderburg]

Angels' Taylor Ward struck in head by pitch from Blue Jays' Alek Manoah, taken to hospital: 'Terrible moment'

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[newsakd]

[ad_1] TORONTO (AP) — Los Angeles Angels outfielder Taylor Ward was taken to a Toronto hospital for tests after being hit in the head by a pitch from Blue Jays right-hander Alek Manoah in the fifth inning Saturday. Angels manager Phil Nevin said he planned to visit Ward in the hospital after leaving the stadium following the Angels’ 6-1 loss. Batting with the bases loaded, Ward was hit by a 2-0 pitch clocked at 91 mph. The ball appeared to strike Ward next to his next left eye, knocking off his batting helmet. “It got him pretty flush,” Nevin said. Plate umpire Andy Fletcher motioned to the Angels’ dugout for the trainer as Ward went down with blood running down his face. “It’s scary,” Angels left-hander Reid Detmers said. “You’re just hoping and praying that he’s all right, that he gets up.” Angels trainers rushed to the plate and held a towel to Ward’s face. After a couple of minutes, Ward got to his feet and left the field on a cart. His left eye appeared to be swollen shut. “Obviously it didn’t look very good,” Angels infielder Mike Moustakas said. “Hopefully we get some good news here in a little bit. We’re all praying for him.” Manoah put his hands on his head as he stood on the mound. It was the second hit batter of the game for Manoah, who hit Angels superstar Shohei Ohtani on the left foot in the first. Andrew Velazquez ran for Ward, who drove in the first run of the game. Velazquez went to shortstop and Luis Rengifo, who scored on the play, moved to left field in the bottom of the inning. Asked whether the Angels might visit Ward in hospital, Moustakas said he thought it was better to let his teammate rest. “I’m sure we’ll all send him some text messages and see how he’s doing, but I don’t know if going over there is a good thing," Moustakas said. "I don’t think that’s the right thing to do right now. Let him rest and recover, get healthy.” Before play resumed, Blue Jays manager John Schneider came to the mound and replaced Manoah with left-hander Génesis Cabrera. After the game, Manoah called it “a terrible moment.” “That’s probably the worst feeling ever,” Manoah said. “Definitely want to pray for him and his family. That’s the last thing you want to do, no matter the situation, no matter the team, no matter anything. I feel really bad about it. I’ll definitely be looking to see how he’s doing.” In September 2021, Manoah hit Oakland’s Starling Marte in the helmet with a 92 mph pitch. Marte stayed in the game to run the bases but was later replaced. ___ AP MLB: and [ad_2] Source link

[deathswcrn]

And there it was - the matter was settled. Bree realised this was the first time they'd had anything close to a real argument like this, and they'd been able to solve it - amicably, meeting each other in the middle. Even when she argued with Aleks, her previous lover, she'd never been heard out like Gale had. Something settled inside her - some sense of security that came with knowing her partner was someone she could really trust to sort through things instead of use them as a weapon.

"Well, when I'm feelin' less stiff-" she gestured to her shoulder, "- I'd be happy to give you a demonstration." His intentions were clear as day to anyone, and even though with her battlewounds it wouldn't go anywhere, it was nice to feel constantly adored, desired. As much as part of her wished Gale had never had to deal with the heartache Mystra inflicted on him, being lovers with someone who's bar for affection was literal worship was intense enough to take her breath away and make her weak at the knees - and it was always welcome.

"I know you said not to get ahead of myself too much, but I was readin' about some abjuration the other day, an' I'd seen some ward spells we could put over camp-" she began, leaning towards Gale and talking excitedly. Real magic training would come tomorrow - for today, she planned to just rest, and recover, and enjoy what precious time they had for peace.

A compromise—it was enough. Gale was still adjusting to having a partner who listened to him and treated him as an equal, and at times, Breina's genuine responses still surprised him. The surprise was evident on his face before he shook it away, replacing it with a soft smile.

"A halberd, then. Protective reasons aside, I would quite like to watch you wield one in battle. For purely curiosity reasons, of course, and perhaps more," he said, his smile morphing into one of desire. Even if it wasn't the time or place, he didn't hesitate to let Breina know that he wanted her constantly. He loved her deeply.

"Next lesson will be abjuration. I quite agree, our foes seem to be only getting stronger, and we could use the aid of the Weave for shielding too."

[luxettenebra]

Hypothetically --

Crown Princess Aurelia Veritas of Veran (child of King Tarquin Veritas and Lady Umbra Val Kyria)

Court Mage Navree Ry (whom Aurelia considers her older brother)

Knight Alek (head knight and Aurelia's best friend)

Master Arren Kae (mentor to both Navree and Aurelia, serves as Aurelia's advisor when needed)

Tari Novhret (nobody's quite sure what her role in the court is, but it's clear she's favored by Aurelia)

HK-47 (an automaton that Aurelia built to act as her personal bodyguard)

T3-M4 (instead of a human, Aurelia created an automaton in imitation of a dog)

the Exile (former acquaintance of Aurelia's, cast out by the Mage Council for following Aurelia)

The Ebon Hawk Crew:

Bastila Shan (another mage who still maintains her connection with the Mage Council)

Juhani (a knight under Alek's mentorship)

Jolee Bindo (another mentor for Navree and advisor for Aurelia)

Canderous Ordo (former enemy of Aurelia, currently on good terms with Aurelia due to her support of his status as Mand'alore)

Carth Onasi (another advisor for Aurelia, dislikes Jaq but tolerates him)

Mission Vao (former street kid, current a ward of Aurelia)

Zaalbar (mercenary and Mission's guardian)

and the second Ebon Hawk crew because I WANT TO:

Atton Rand (head of Aurelia's spy network)

Bao-Dur (architect)

Kreia (former mage, not on good terms with them. another of Aurelia's advisors)

Brianna (Master Arren Kae's daughter)

Visas Marr (former follower of Nihilus, currently devoted to the Exile)

Mira (mercenary, has a stronger attachment to the Exile)

Hanharr (mercenary. does not get along with anyone else)

Mical (archivist and head librarian)

G0-T0 (treasurer)

[theladysherlock]

"I'm the lightest of us." Alek held out his hand. "Give me the rope."

Klopp looked at Volger, who nodded and said "Tie that around his waist, so he doesn't kill himself."

Alek raised an eyebrow, a little surprised that Volger was letting him go first.

The wild count read his expression and smiled. "If that cable breaks, we'll all be stuck here, so it hardly matters who goes first. And you are the lightest, after all."

"So my foolhardiness has produced the correct strategy, Count?"

"Even a stopped clock is right twice a day."

Can you two please stop bickering over LITERALLY NOTHING and get to escaping already. Alek is picking fights for no reason (he wasn't being foolhardy? He had a thought out plan and Volger admitted that?) and Volger is making retorts (will you quit calling your ward a dumbass I swear to fucking god) and they need to just MOVE will you GET MOVING

[shield-o-futuro]

Sociedade da serpente, quem escolheu os nomes de vcs? Seus pais ou suas mães?

Wolfgang: Eu vou fingir que não li essa pergunta imbecil. 

Alek: É sério mesmo? Vocês acham que a gente se importa com isso? Não gastem nosso tempo com essas besteiras. Vocês podem fazer melhor que isso.

Lizzie: Ah, eu acho legal responder. Acho que meu nome veio da rainha porque, vocês sabem, eu sou basicamente uma rainha também.

Heike: Você não é porra nenhuma.  Meus pais escolheram Heike juntos  porque é um nome forte. Significa  A que exprime a autoridade e que sabe governar. Acho que combinou muito bem comigo.

Milla: Meu pai escolheu o meu nome. A Natasha tinha me dado outro, horrível. Ela ainda insiste em me chamar por ele quando me encontra, isso me irrita demais.

Zack: Minha mãe escolheu, porque achava bonito. E foi a primeira e ultima pergunta idiota que eu respondi.