#geez i am SO uninspired | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

spaced-out-imagines · 5 years ago

Text

The Mentor’s Child (a multi-chapter Shinsou x reader fic): Chapter 3

First chapter | previous chapter | next chapter

warnings: none!

If you like my stuff you can buy me a ko-fi here!

Taglist: @lucio-the-beautiful-goat, @lostgirlheart, @universal-imagines, @estrellitaaart, @katsheen

A/n: ahhhhhh I haven’t updated this fic in 3 weeks I am so sorry! I didn’t mean for it to take this long but I was pretty uninspired for a while. Either way chapter 3 is here and I hope you enjoy it!

You let out a yawn as you sat at your desk, your head resting on your folded arms. It was the morning after your last training session with your dad and Shinsou. Even though your next training session wasn’t until the next day, you still didn’t get a lot of sleep the previous night. Waves of emotions had kept hitting you, making it difficult to fall unconscious.

You buried your head into your arms. You understood why your dad wanted you to use your quirk. In this world, people couldn’t just train their bodies, although that was important, as quirks could make or break a fight. But using your quirk around someone else other than your dads made you extremely nervous. You hated using your quirk against others but there was no avoiding it in this case.

As you let out a sigh, someone suddenly tapped on your head, startling you. Frazzled, your head jerked up and turned towards the person.

“Knock knock Y/n, anyone home?” Kazue said teasingly, grinning the entire time. Akihiko was behind her, a sheepish smile of his own on his face. You smiled up at your friends as Kazue sat at the desk in front of you, turning in the chair so she could properly talk to you. “You’re in a bit of a daze aren’t you?” she commented.

“Good morning. Yeah I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” you replied, pushing some stray strands of hair out of your face. Kazue and Akihiko gave you some concerned looks. “I’m fine guys really, I have this,” you said as you reached into your bag and took out a metallic water bottle, placing it on your desk.

“Please don’t tell me that it's filled with coffee…” Akihiko, said quietly.

You simply stared at him, before opening the bottle and taking a big swig. Kazue burst out laughing while Akihiko just looked at you, appalled. You waited a minute or two before you said, “don’t worry I swear I have another bottle filled with actual water in my bag.”

Akihiko let out a sigh of relief while Kazue gave you a fist bump. After that the three of you continued to chat about random things. Kazue was telling you about how she beat Rai into a pulp during their game marathon, with Akihiko muttering quietly about how that wasn’t exactly what happened, when you noticed Shinsou walk into the classroom from the corner of your eye. You continued to listen to Kazue as he made his way over to his desk.

Normally Shinsou didn’t really talk to anyone when he came into class. Sure he was able to make friendly chatter with your classmates, but he wasn’t exactly a morning person. So usually he would just walk straight to his desk. This morning was slightly different however. As he was about to pass your desk he paused for a second. “Morning Yamada,” he said to you.

You were caught off guard and looked up at him in surprise. “Good morning…?” you said, although it sounded more like a question. He gave you a nod before going over to his desk and sitting down.

When you turned back around, you saw Kazue and Akihiko both had surprised and baffled looks on their faces. You almost laughed, it was so comical. Kazue’s mouth was hanging open slightly and Akihiko’s eyes were wide open.

“What the heck was that about?” Kazue hissed quietly, “since when were you and Shinsou on speaking terms?”

“Ah well…” you hesitated before continuing, “you know how I had to meet my dad after school a few days ago?” The both of them nodded. “Well he wants me to help him train Shinsou now. I knew he took on a protege but I didn’t know it was Shinsou until I got to the gym.”

“Geez your dad just sprung that on you? That’s kinda sudden,” Akihiko said, his mouth pulling down into a slight frown.

“That’s what I thought too, but he thought it would be more logical if he just told me when I got there,” you replied.

Kazue and Akihiko paused for a second, taking a moment to think, before Kazue sighed and Akihiko muttered, “yeah I can totally see your dad thinking that.”

“Are you uncomfortable about training with them Y/n?” Kazue asked, concerned.

“I was a bit at first, because I had to adjust my schedule. But now I don’t really mind. My dad was correct in that it is more efficient,” you said truthfully.

Kazue smiled and ruffled your hair despite your protests. “As long as you’re good with it,” she said.

As you nodded back your teacher entered the room to begin class. Kazue and Akihiko went to sit at their respective desks while you picked up your pencil to take notes. As your teacher began to drone on, you couldn’t help but think about how much you just wanted to go home and take a nap.

(...)

Unfortunately, you never got to take that nap because when you finally got back home you had to start doing your homework immediately. As much as you wanted to just lie down and relax for a while, you forced yourself to sit at the desk in your room.

As you were slowly making your way through your math homework, you heard a knock at your door. “Who is it?” you called, although there were only two options as to who it was.

“It’s dad,” you heard Aizawa say from the other side. You tell him he can come in and he opens the door, stepping through. You raised an eyebrow at him but he didn’t say anything as he took a seat on your bed. You spun your chair around so you were facing him and you two sat there in silence for a few minutes.

“So… what did you want to talk about?” you asked a bit awkwardly. You could tell something was bothering your dad, and it most likely involved you if he came into your room.

He stayed silent for a few more moments, deep in thought, before he said, “I wanted to talk to you about using your quirk tomorrow during training.”

You felt your body stiffen up again at the mention of using your quirk before relaxing a little. You shook your head slightly to clear your mind and shifted in your chair, trying to think of a way to respond to your dad. “What’s there to talk about?” you said, wincing a little due to how defensive you sounded

Your dad stared at your form where he sat, his black eyes never leaving your form as he tried to assess how you were feeling. “Y/n you know what I’m referring to,” he said, causing you to look away from him a little guiltily, “if you really don’t want to use your quirk, I can simply tell Shinsou you’ll be training with weapons tomorrow. We can work on quirks another day.”

You couldn’t deny the fact that the offer was very tempting, but in the end you shook your head. “No, we can do it tomorrow. I’m… I’m tired of being scared to use my quirk dad. I’m tired of being fearful of a part of me simply because of what others might think,” you said. You put your face in your hands and took a deep breath before continuing, “my… trauma? I guess? Happened so long ago and I just want to get over it. I don’t want it to control me anymore and maybe using my quirk around someone who isn’t you or papa will help me.” You look back up at him, a determined look on your face.

The two of you maintained eye contact for a minute or two before Aizawa smiled a little. He got off your bed and walked over to you. As he reached your chair, he bent over and gave you a light hug. You wrapped your arms around him in return before he said, “okay, we’ll follow the plan tomorrow but if you ever feel uncomfortable you have to tell me. As my child, you’re my first priority and I don’t want to push you.”

You hugged your dad a little tighter and muttered, “thanks dad.”

Aizawa nodded and said, “Just so you know, I’m already proud of you for trying to move forward. Everything will be alright.”

After he said that you both went quiet again. You closed your eyes and let yourself feel content, just appreciating the bonding moment you were having with your dad.

#shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinso hitoshi #shinsou #shinso #the mentor's child #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha imagine #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagines #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia

200 notes · View notes

no-gorms · 5 years ago

Note

Hi! If you're alright with a request, can you do something with Steve or Tony sitting in the other's lap as a joke? Or refusing to sit in the other's lap? Thanks! Feel free to ignore this if you're busy or uninspired or whatever.

Hello, this is ridiculous but I hope you like!

Steve/Tony, lap-sitting, background Bruce/Nat (also on ao3)

It’s nice to visit the Barton farm on their own terms, without the threat of world annihilation looming over their heads. A city boy Steve may be, but he gets the appeal of the place – the peace, the quiet, and especially the (comforting illusion of) distance from the never-ending stream of Avengers-related problems back in the city. Here it is calm, and here they can recharge.

Not that the others seem interested in recharging. They’re all outside the house: Natasha and Clint are having an intensely polite disagreement on how to handle the grill, Thor and Sam are chasing and being chased by various Barton kids, and Bruce and Tony seem to be yelling at each other about the chairs.

Steve’s on the porch, a glass of lemonade in his hand. He follows the steps down, into the thick of Bruce’s huffing at Tony.

“That’s my jacket,” Bruce is saying, his hands on his hips. He’s looming over the only deck chair among the series of wooden chairs, in which Tony is sitting in with his legs stretched out in front of him.

“That doesn’t mean dibs,” Tony says. “If you wanted the deck chair—”

“Then I should have put something of mine on it to call dibs? Is that what I should have done?” Bruce looks up at Steve’s approach. “Cap, Tony stole my chair.”

“I already said that we can share,” Tony says.

“There are other chairs, Bruce,” Steve points out.

“It’s the principle of it,” Bruce says quietly.

“Look, right here.” Tony pats his lap. “Is it the view, is that what you want? Come on, make yourself comfy.”

Bruce hums thoughtfully. “What if I Hulk out and then sit on you?”

“Bruce,” Steve says.

“Maybe you can ask Cap to build you another one,” Tony says.

“I thought building things was your specialty,” Bruce says.

“Tony, just let Bruce have the chair,” Steve says.

“Why are you taking his side!” Tony exclaims.

“Because he knows a chair thief when he sees one,” Bruce says. “I could flatten you. Like that.”

“No, you’re what, 170? That’s nothing. Come on.” Tony gestures at himself, while Bruce’s face twists in irritation. “It’s early, but you can tell Santa Stark what you want for Christmas.”

“You’re both being ridiculous.” Steve doesn’t exactly know why he does it. It’s probably a combination of the easy atmosphere, Bruce’s petty seething, Tony’s petty mockery, and the refreshing ridiculousness of their arguing about a chair instead of anything really important, which makes Steve want to take the most nonsensical route as is befitting the situation.

So Steve sits on Tony’s lap. He does it over Tony’s squawk of surprise, his back facing Tony and his feet flat on the ground, with his knees and Tony’s knees in rough alignment. Steve takes care to spread his weight carefully to avoid squashing him, though the solid muscle of Tony’s thighs really do seem to take his weight just fine.

Bruce blinks a few times. His expression clears. “Okay, this works for me. Enjoy your deck chair.” He happily trots over to another empty chairand sits down.

“Nooooo,” Tony whines, his voice somewhere to the left of Steve’s neck. “I’m being crushed. I’m dying. This is cruel, even for you.”

“The view is nice, actually,” Steve says.

“Not that I can see anything now, thanks,” Tony grumps.

Steve takes another sip of his drink. “Why did Bruce want this chair?”

“He’s just holding a grudge because he thinks I took his chair on the Quinjet earlier,” Tony says.

“Did you?”

“Yeah, but that’s only ‘cause, like, I thought he’d want to sit next to Nat.”

Steve sighs. “Tony.”

“What!” Tony shifts a little, and Steve moves his weight higher up to reduce pressure on Tony’s knees. It’s kind of nice, actually – Tony’s lapis firm but with some cushiony give, though Steve will definitely get up in a minute or so once his point is made. “So if Bruce thinks I just have a weird chair-stealing fixation, then he can keep on believing that I’m dumb enough to not have noticed that that thing is going on.”

“Or maybe you can just not interfere at all,” Steve suggests.

“Oh please, like you haven’t not done anything yourself.”

“I haven’t been reduced to stealing furniture, no.”

“I have lows that will surprise even you.” Tony pauses. “As do you, apparently.”

Steve laughs under his breath. “Yeah.” He glances over at Bruce, who’s made his comfortable sitting in one chair, and his legs propped up on another. “Okay, Bruce is looking better, so please don’t antagonize him any more than necessary, all right?”

Steve starts to move his weight forward onto his feet but is stopped by Tony’s quiet: “No, Steve, wait, wait.” Tony’s voice is urgent and barely above a whisper. His hands come to Steve’s waist, fluttering lightly as though unsure if he’s allowed to touch or not. “Just �� just don’t move yet, okay?”

Steve immediately tenses up, his first thought being that he’s hurt Tony. He carefully inches to the side a little, hoping to ease the pressure on Tony’s lap, and this is when he feels something twitch under his right buttcheek.

Steve freezes, Tony freezes, and the whole world briefly takes on the shocking glow of revelation, before it fades and devolves back to a relaxed and scenic daytime barbecue. A couple of yards away, Thor is holding Mjolnir out and letting a pair of the Barton kids swing from the handle.

“Ah.” Steve adds quickly, “Tony, it’s okay. You don’t need to freak out.”

“Me?” Tony says. “You think I’m the one who should be freaking out?”

Steve rolls his eyes, though Tony can’t see it. “I’m afraid to have to tell you this, but your appreciation of my ass is not subtle.”

“Okay fair, but, uh… that’s just, you know, aesthetic appreciation and this is, um…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Steve says gently. “You want to me stay until it goes down? I can tell you some bad jokes, if it helps? Sam told me some doozies the other day.”

Tony doesn’t reply. Steve moves again, only to find that the tell-tale length feels rather more solid than it was five seconds ago.

“Wait, really?” Steve says in disbelief.

“It’s sexy, okay!” Tony hisses. “When you’re sweet and thoughtful it’s really sexy! If you want to help, you need to not do anything or say anything.”

“All right. Oh.” Steve shuts his mouth and keeps it shut. At least, he tries to keep it shut and be quiet, but he’s compelled to say out loud, “Sexy? Really?”

“You know what does not help? You saying that word.”

“Sexy? Or sex?”

“Steve!” Tony digs his fingers into Steve’s sides, making him half-yelp half-laugh. “Come on, you’ve been really mean to me today!”

“All right, sorry.” Steve releases a slow, calming exhale. “I’m sorry, I’ll be nice.” Then, because he can’t help himself from grabbing a once-in-a-blue-moon chance, “Just like how your thighs are nice.”

“Steve!” Tony exclaims. “Uh. Really?”

“Very solid.” Steve nods. “Comfy.”

“Oh. Thanks. I mean, I try not to miss leg day.”

“Excellent results.”

“Cool. Very cool. Yep. Okay, you can get off—I mean, you can…” Tony groans, which is Steve’s cue to slide off of Tony’s lap entirely and parkhis butt on the significantly less-warm and less-comfy slats of the deck chair.

Tony swings his legs over to one side and plants his feet on the ground, so that they’re effectively sitting by side. Tony doesn’t cross his legs, but Steve can see that he wants to.

They sit like that for a handful of weighty seconds, while the smell of the grill wafts over. Someone might even have yelled that the food is ready, not that Steve’s been paying attention.

Steve clears his throat. “You feeling better?”

“Yep,” Tony says. “Much. Thanks. But I think I’ll stay here for a while.”

“You want me to get a plate for you?”

“You would?” Tony definitely aborts crossing his legs just then, which is all sorts of flattering. “Yeah, that’d be nice, thanks.”

Steve stands up. He could go and will go, but Tony’s starting to look miserable, which just won’t do. “Okay,” Steve says, firmly but kindly, “Iam sorry that I made you uncomfortable—”

“Geez, Steve,” Tony sighs.

“—but would it make you feel better if I had one, too?”

“I don’t…” Tony trails off, his eyes widening. He slowly looks up at Steve. “You do?”

“Not right now, but I could.” This is 100% the wrong place for this, but isn’t it just like Steve’s life to dangle opportunities at the most inopportune moment. “For you. If it’d make you feel better.” Steve wills meaning into the words, and doubly wills Tony to understand.

“I… think it would,” Tony says slowly. “But not right now. Like you said.”

“Later?” Steve says, just to be sure.

Tony nods. “Later. Okay. Yeah.”

Steve smiles, and feels a leap in his chest when Tony responds with a dazed smile of his own.

“Good,” Steve says softly, and bounds off to get some lunch for both of them.

Though Steve’s enhanced hearing means that he still catches Tony’s under-the-breath, “What just happened?”

#scaramouche writes superhusbands fic #anonymous #superhusbands #SILLY THINGS

207 notes · View notes

kob131 · 4 years ago

Note

Geez, this person really went all out with this BS rant against the show/staff. www(.)reddit( lcom/r/RWBY/comments/kiqatg/why_rwby_will_always_be_an_okay_show/

... You know I have been trying to step away from directly addressing RWBY bullshit. But...fuck it here.

If you ever talked to me about how I felt about RWBY, I would say that RWBY pre-Volume 8 has been a touchy subject for me. I felt very validated by two videos, "Why RWBY is Disappointing" and "The White Fang Problem".

Yes yes, and people with parental issues feel validated by their abusive spouse. That means nothing, especially given that one of those videos you mentioned is riddled with bullshit.

"Why RWBY is Disappointing" validated my criticism of RWBYs writing. The fact that Miles and Kerry can't and refuse to take any kind of criticism that doesn't hurt their feelings is complete [insert bad word here]. All criticism is going to hurt your feelings. Yes, you should probably ignore the long winded rants that make themselves out to be self important- why is there a mirror here? But there is truth to all criticism.

And there’s a kernel of truth in the best lies- they’re still LIES.

Not to mention the video you mentioned here (which I am assuming is Hbomberguy’s) pulls the SAME SHIT it calls out. Like say...decrying critics pesonally attacking the writers...while proclaiming Jaune and Neptune as self inserts even though Miles AND Kerry is on the record saying that at least Jaune isn’t written by his voice actor.

I'm currently learning about Branding and how important it is to know your audience. Take self.care breaks, talk with someone you trust. Someone who isn't Miles or Kerry! If your reading this. An outside perspective can help. The reason I say that is because if you two constantly talk to each other you're going to end up in an echo chamber. TALK TO FIONA! She's literally your target audience!

Because hey, a man who contradicts himself numerous times and made personal attacks on the creators that only the most malicious and self righteous do is SOOOO trustworthy right?

Remember that tweet Hbomb brought up in his video as an example of criticism the creators should listen to? The one that demanded Miles get back to work and tried to use the catchphrase of his dead friend to manipulate him?

What a fucking target audience.

I know they mentioned ‘Fiona’ (likely the character’s voice actress) but there’s a supposed fan, one that pretty much sums up the critics, and a perfect example why it gets tossed out.

Moving on, the other video validated something I wish it didn't. "The White Fang Problem" brought to light something I knew was there but either ignored or I wasn't thinking. The White Fang has always made me a little uncomfortable. As a minority, it didn't translate well in my head. The minority are the bad guys. The Civil rights group were the bad guys. I brushed it off for a long time but after that video I couldn't.

Ah huh. So uh, the existence of Blake, Ghira, Kali, Sun, Illa, Velvet, Neon ect. is just incovienable to you huh? And don’t give me that ‘But civil rights group!’- The first episode had them break up a peaceful protest and it’s repeatedly hammered home that the current White Fang doesn’t give a SHIT about equal rights. And no, that concept is not racist- Judging from a story I read, that happened to the New Black Panthers in REAL LIFE.

It became a moral issue. Watching RWBY became a moral issue. RWBY is still pushing right wing talking points.-

Being right of you is not right wing, Especially given how you just acted.

I dont believe Miles and Kerry are racist. I do believe that Miles and Kerry both hold skewed beliefs in what right and wrong is.

Projection.

The way Miles and Kerry treat self defense and protest shows that they know nothing about being Black. They didn't do their research. They didn't talk to minorities about how they were being portrayed. They simply believed that they were right and we were wrong.

Ah huh, ah huh, ah huh-

Monty wrote the White Fang this way. You know, the ASIAN man of FOUR NATIONALITIES. So uh, congrats on saying at the absolute most- Nothing.

Now these two videos are old news. They've been posted on this very same subreddit. But you can't go around and say how much of a progressive and open minded individual you are when the fact that RWBY is a racist show and treats minorities very badly. So no one talks about them.

Or that, as I showed: these videos are bullshit.

Also its kinda homophobic too, not because of Bumblby but because despite Tera and Saphorn being a happy married couple they never kiss on screen. Have you seen happy married couples? Have you seen gay happy married couples? They literally do nothing but kiss. Its cute and adorable and deserves to be spread as far and wide. Despite the show having two straight couple kisses, granted one was in Volume but still, they couldn't get the married couple to kiss? Just saying.

... And not all gay couples are the same, even if I’m sure you’re thinking of TEENAGERS.

You know, judging people based on a preconcieved notion (AKA stereotyping) is pretty fucking bigoted itself...

Watch people be in the comments typing away that this isn't a romance show and how I shouldn't expect romance in an action adventure show despite the long list of evidence to the contrary.

Ah yes, that long list of ONE kiss by a TORPEDOED SHIP.

Such convincing rhetoric.

So you can see I was not coming into Volume 8 with my rose colored glasses. I'm sure many of you hate me because of all my comments, but I don't care. I was ready to leave RWBY. I didn't care. RWBY had taken up so much of my life but I don't care. I was not going to support a show that didn't improve.

Ah huh-

You just came in with jade-colored glass and accepted anything that validated you instead of questioning yourself. You talk about branding but that’s ALL you’ve branded yourself as.

So I watched. And something happened. Something strange. RWBY was moving in a direction I didn't expect it to. Oscar got what he deserved. The Heros were oblivious to the danger that is Salem. Things were headed in the direction that would change the characters forever. It'll be just like Beacon but better. And then they had to ruin it.

Oh we are about to get some real bullshit.

Oscar somehow convinces Hazel to betray Salem. What could have been an avenue to a multi season story arc for Oscar that included the stories villains became a shitty uninspired redemption arc. Kill me.

No he didn’t and this has been something hinted at since Volume 4.

There's still hope for the season but at this point I lost all hope.

This is the scene that killed Volume 8 for me. Oscar should not be the one who defeats Salem. In fact he should be an avenue to learn more about the villains. He served his purpose with the heroes, now he has a new arc with the villains. Oscar doesn't turn evil, but he's like a conscious. Salem doesn't want to kill him because he can be useful in finding the last remaining relics and maidens.

Assumptions.

Oscar has a heart to heart with all the villains including Salem. Oscar learns to be his own man and accepts he's now one with Ozma but he doesn't have to be another Ozma. He doesn't have to make the same decisions.

Its a great Arc for Oscar. It also makes sense for his character. Ozma feels Salem is pure evil but Oscar can learn for himself.

Headcanon.

But they won't do that. Instead they're going to take the easy way out. Like always.

Bias getting in the way.

Miles and Kerry love wrapping up each season in a little bow. This is why RWBY is so okay.

They say as every RWBY Volumes ends in a cliffhanger.

This is Beacon but if Miles and Kerry thought that RWBY should still be in Beacon. This is Beacon but without major character death. This is Beacon but the main villain loses because the heroes can't lose. Cinder isn't threatening. None of the villains are. Salem is in a Grimm! She should know everything! Why is there no creativity? Why is she not an over powered mess in A GRIMM!? Her own domain?! Why are the writers writing her not as a powerful goddess reaffirming her as a threat but as a human being. Yes I know what that sounds like but hear me out.

‘None of the villains are threatening!’

‘WHY IS THE MAIN VILLAIN NOT BEING TREATED AS THREATENING LIKE I THINK SHE IS!’

‘Why is there no creativity?’

‘DO THE MOST UNCREATIVE THING POSSIBLE!’

How about I keep mocking you?

If Salem can be out smarted by a 10 year old boy, why did it take Ozma so long to defeat her? Oscar should fail. RWBY should fail. They should go through character arcs that help them better understand Salem. Because that's how you defeat Salem.

Pushing your own thoughts onto the show. Also assumptions AGAIN.

I always believed that Ozma and Salem are very similar to Ruby and Weiss. Yes I know how it sounds but it makes sense.-

Too bad your AU fanfic doesn’t matter.

But they won't. Miles and Kerry will use Oscar to defeat Salem. Why? Who knows at this point. I dont know why Miles and Kerry keep pushing Oscar into the spotlight. Its exactly how they treated Jaune Pre-Volume 7. Jaune had to be the focus so often we hated him. And they're doing it again with Oscar

Ah huh. You know, the whole NOTHING Jaune did in Volume 6 was SOOO spotlight stealing, along with his REMOVAL FROM THE CAST FOR SEVERAL EPISODES.

Wanna bet this is another case of ‘penis on screen, me hate’?

They refuse learn and they refuse to improve. If Volume 8 doesn't improve im leaving RWBY. It doesn't matter to any of you. I'm saying it more for myself. So I don't continue with a show that constantly disappoints me. But more so, I don't support a show that views people like me as lesser. If the writing improves it proves that they can grow and get better but if it doesn't it means they will continue to treat Faunus as misguided and horrible characters. And I refuse to support a show that uses my likeness to get brownie points from people who are unaffected by such messages.

A. No, that’s who refused to do self reflection and improve.

B. Should have done that in the first place.

C. No, once again- You blind yourself from the shit that disproves you.

D. You heard him- Treat the Fanaus like shit and make the humans in the right. You know, the opposite what the show is doing now since it’s SOOO horrible.

E. You are not the center of the universe.

8 notes · View notes

kimbachan · 4 years ago

Text

@elylandon here’s my answers.

Name a list of shows that have changed your life?

Omg, seriously, Sailor Moon is on my list too! It was one of my gateway shows into anime. I would watch it at like 6 am on Fox when I was in high school... though at some point I think they pushed the time back and I had to start recording it and watching it after school. CardCaptor Sakura is a close second. (I also loved Fruits Basket, but I wouldn’t say it changed my life.)

Stargate SG1 and Atlantis weren’t exactly life changing, but they were shows I was able to watch and enjoy with my mom becuase we were both in love with them. The Mandalorian is another show that we watch and call each other to fan girl over together, so it’s been real nice to have that.

Star Wars Rebels was something that finally got me back into drawing again. I use to draw sooo much in high school and college, but after I got out of school, I just stopped doing any kind of art just for fun. I was an art major... so, drawing became more like work and I just was uninspired for so long.

Favorite song right now?

Oh geez, hard to say. I’ve been listening to so much Mando season 2 music, and love Open the Door (though it’s playlist I made of all the quieter songs easy to work to). The recent three songs I added to my regular playlist (that’s not quiet music) are Cooler Than Me by Lucky Luke, Into by The xx, and Deep End (sidepiece remix)... favorite songs are always in flux for me.

If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing?

I would be traveling too, pretty sure that’s a common dream of most people. I want to do the whole Lord of the Rings tour in New Zealand for sure. And make more trips to Japan.

I would totally love to have my own studio space outside of my house (preferably still on my property). I like to paint, but I can’t do it in my house since we have poor lighting. I can only paint when the weather in nice out on my porch. Also, it’s annoying traveling between my porch and kitchen to use the sink when I need to. I want to learn to do other hobbies like leather working and working with metal.... but I have no tools and space to be doing that kind of stuff either. It’d be nice to have a proper space and tools for all the things I’ve wanted to learn to do, but need money and space to even attempt.

#personal #kimba post

6 notes · View notes

hockeysweetheart · 5 years ago

Photo

SO I am huge disney fan as well as A huge Hunger Games Fan so I thought combined them together. To Make Which Disney Charaters I would think would be in the Hunger Games and what districts they would come from... So I call thing the Tributes of the Hunger Games Disney Style...

I Realized after I did this many of them could of had a chance to win so basically my style was more 75th Games...

Now my rules where... It has to be one character per movie. No other one. ( Because I could put all incredibles and all mulan and all Big Hero 6 and Some others... So to make it more challanging I made sure each “Tribute” was from a different movie,

Here is why I picked them... ( And twisted songs too for some)

Fairy God Mother... Bibbidi bobbidi boo your dead too. With her Powers I’d say she has a chance...

Simba.. The Young Cub ( Used the wrong Picture clearly opps) Just wants to be King. ( Im gonna be a mighty king the winner of these games... “ Well I’ve never seen a king of beast with quite so little range” Im gonna be the main event like no tribute was before I'm brushing up on looking down I'm working on my roar. “ Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing” Oh, I just can't wait to be Victor... (Just Can’t wait to be King)

Mulan Lets Get Down to business to win these games, Mulan could do it with her fighting range shes the baddest ass you’ve meant and she hasn’t got a clue. Some how she will fight for her food.. “ Other Tributes” I'm never gonna catch my breathSay goodbye to those who knew me Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym This guy's got 'em scared to death Hope he doesn't see right through meNow I really wish that I knew how to swim. Be like Mulan As swift as the wepons she brings. Be like Mulan with the force of her great moves.. Be Like Mulan with all the Strength of range and fire, She is Mysterious as the dark side of her mood... ( Make a Man outta you)

Beast... Tale as old as time Old as old as rhyme... He’s a freaking beast after all..

Violet She has to power to be invisible right. A good quality to the games..

Baymax I love Baymax so much... He could somehow use its healing powers against the other tributes..

Kida ( I honestly don’t know much about her I only chose her to be in the Fishing District Honestly)

King Triton Look at this Stuff isn’t it neat I got shit that other Tributes cannot Compete. Wouldn’t you think Im the Man the Man who has Everything. Look at this Triton can damage your soul you think your knife has a chance. wow your bold.. Sure you think geeze he’s got everything... He’s got Tritons and Fishnets of plenty hes got powers galore you got a sword well I got 20 but who cares no big deal I’ll win the award... ( Little Mermaid Part of your world)

Tiana It Doesn’t matter what she looks like Don’t matter what she wears. How many tributes you kill no one cares.. Don’t matter where she comes from. Don’t matter who she is poor, a frog in the Hunger Games... You gotta dig a little deeper to outsmart Tiana you got to dig a little deeper to win these games.. (Dig a little Deeper) .

Aladdin One step ahead of the Tributes. One step ahead of the careers. I steal only what I can’t afford and that’s everything. One Jump ahead of the Gamemakers they think I am a joke... These guys don't appreciate that this a war... “Other Tributes” “Get him, Theive, Stab him,Take that. Just a little snack I can take a hint. Could really use an ally or two.. (One Jump Ahead)

Bo Peep she was one bad ass Lamp decoration in Toy Story 4 I think she would have a good chance..

Flynn Rider. 7 am the usual morning lineup. Start on the Careers then make sure my Wepons are clean... Polish and wax, Do a back check and shine up by then its like 7:15. So I’ll Hunt a little Maybe Climb a tree. Kill another many two or three. I’ll add a few more wepons to my Gallery. I’ll fight again and cook and basically wonder when will these Games be over for me... ( When Will my life begin)

Maleficent Play her cards right with the poison she could win... ( I picked her for District 7 Since she is good with wood)

Tarzan.. I thought wow he can swing from trees real good..

Elsa The blood glows red on the mountain tonight not a tribute to be seen an arena of isolation and it looks like im the queen.. The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn’t keep it in Heaven knows I’ve tried. Don’t let them in don’t let them see be the tribute, you have to be.. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know Well, now they know. Kill Snow Kill Snow Cannot hold it back anymore... (Let it go) ( I picked her for District 8 Because she is a wize at dress making)

Maui Ok, ok, I see what's happening here You're face to face with greatness, and it's strange. You don’t know how it feels to kill it’s a adorable! well it’s nice to see that games never change.. open your eyes and lets begin yeah it’s really me “District 8″ Breathe it in I know it’s a lot the fabrics the wepons. When your stairing at a Tribute god.. What can I say except you're welcome. For the kills the wepons the knifes. it’s okay it’s okay your Welcome I’m just an ordinary tribute god.. ( Your Welcome)

TinkerBell She can fly she can fly she can fly

Randell he can turn invisible too...

Yzma... with her lab anything is possible

Chicken Little the sky is falling.... ( well you were right in catching fire)

Evil witch Poison...

Nick Wilde... ( I just wanted to pick him and he seemed to fit no where)

Merida she has a bow and Arrow

Robin Hood he also has a bow and arrow

8 notes · View notes

therearemonstersinthedark · 5 years ago

Text

Book 2: Luciferous

Chapter 13: Forest Fires

A Guardians of the Galaxy Fanwork

Pairings: Peter Quill / Gamora (one-sided), Peter Quill & Nebula (freindship)

Genre: Adventure, general

Word Count: 4.5k

Rating: T to be safe, mild gore and cussing in some chapters

Links: Fanfiction.net || Ao3

Summary: Mantis shares her favorite item, and Peter struggles to contact Eternity.

Author’s Notes: Title is from ‘Forest Fires’ by Lauren Aquelina

Chapter 13: Forest Fires

Peter and the Guardians remained in the court for some time afterwards. The closeness of his friends and Gamora's steady voice as she instructed Mantis and answered her questions kept him company while he struggled to come to terms with Nebula's realization. He'd been dying. The thought sent shudders over his skin. He'd known he'd been seriously injured during the battle on Traxxon III, but finding out just how close he had come to never waking up again, and what may have happened to his friends and this universe without him, left him uncharacteristically speechless.

"We need another weapon." Gamora's voice broke through the silence, and Peter looked up to find her jogging up the steps towards him.

"Um, I don't have any," he said, not sure what she was expecting here. "My blasters were destroyed by Ronan."

"Not blasters, something like a sword or another staff," Gamora said, coming to a stop half-way up the stairs and turning her eyes on Drax. "May we borrow your knives?"

"No." Drax's answer was flat and absolute.

Gamora narrowed her eyes, clearly not expecting such a rude refusal. "It's for the good of the whole team."

"No," Drax repeated. "I will not lend you my blades."

Gamora's lips pressed into a thin line and her shoulders stiffened into a pose Peter recognized very well; it was the same look she used to give the Guardians' when someone was being particularly stubborn or obtuse and needed a good tongue lashing, usually to be reminded that they were good guys now. Before things could progress any further, Groot cut in from behind her.

"I am Groot." Groot had left the fountain and was standing at the bottom of the stairs. The colossus held one arm out. From his palm a vine sprouted, growing rapidly until it formed a long, straight staff which he snapped off and handed up to Gamora with an appeasing smile. "I am Groot."

Gamora deflated slightly, turning away from Drax to accept the gift with a half-smile of her own. "Thank you."

"I am Groot." Groot nodded and returned to his fountain, shooting Peter an easy smile as he went.

Gamora spun the staff a few times before placing it at her side and turning back to Peter. "This will do for now, but it would be better to have something more solid."

"So now you're giving me homework?" Peter sighed, but it was hard to even pretend to be upset when Gamora was finally choosing to speak with him.

"You have eight cycles left until our deal is up," she reminded him before returning to Mantis in the open space below.

Eight cycles. Right. As if he didn't have enough to worry about right now, he had hardly more than a week left to search all of the known galaxies under Thanos's control for two people who may or not even be alive. By the time he got back home, he was going to have an ulcer and his hair would be ghost white from all this stress. If it hadn't all fallen out by then.

Peter sat up and stretched his arms, conjuring a small ball of light between them once he had shaken them back to life. "What's wood made of?" he asked aloud.

"Mostly cellulose," Nebula answered without looking at him.

"Oh." Peter wasn't sure how to make that. He wasn't even really sure what it was. A third grade education and a lifetime of street smarts still left many holes in his knowledge. "What about metal? Something hard?"

"Do you know how to make metal yet?"

"No... just rock, mostly crystal, and water..."

"Diamonds are a type of crystalline stone," she murmured.

"That can work!" Peter exclaimed. It was worth a shot, anyways. While he began the slow process of gathering the Light he asked Nebula, "You don't happen to know anything else about these Cosmic Beings, do you?" She always seemed to have a surprising amount of information about all sorts of things.

Nebula was resting her head on her arms which were balanced on her knees as she watched him from the corner of her eye. "Not much that Ego didn't already cover. I told you, I never actually read that chapter. Most of what I know is lore and legend, and there is no way to sort the truth from exaggeration and poor translations."

Peter pulled at the Light in his hands, stretching it experimentally. "How long are staffs?"

"They vary, depending on the use and handler." When Peter just stared at her helplessly she continued. "At least the length of both your arms."

It took several tries to figure out how to shape the Light into a long cylinder. Eventually he tried using Ego's trick of dividing the Light into portions and building the staff from the middle out. It worked well enough. His first staff was uninspired; A dull, foggy, off-white color, with a rough texture that was unpleasant to the touch. It was heavy, though, and felt solid in his hands.

"What do you think?" He handed it over for Nebula to inspect. She took one look at it and swung it against the stairs where it shattered into pieces.

"It needs to be stronger," she supplied, dropping the last piece and letting it clatter down the stairs. "This is hardly better than basic glass."

Drax snapped the next one in half with his bare hands, and they took turns testing his creations after that. Testing might have been too kind a word. Demolishing was closer to what was going on, and around his seventh or eight failed staff, Peter was growing increasingly aware of the pile of shards building up around him.

While he worked, they spoke. Nebula shared a few old legends about the Gods of Creation and Destruction, and even Drax chimed in with a story about a version of the God of Death named 'Hela' that he had heard of on Sakaar. It was actually fairly pleasant, and Peter was almost sad when Gamora called a break and Mantis suggested they all head back to the greenhouse dining room for an early lunch.

Gamora had been taking their lesson surprisingly slow and easy. They hadn't even crossed staffs yet, Gamora was just using Groot's gift to demonstrate several poses and movements. By now when he and his Gamora first started training together she had already given him several new bruises and thrown him to the ground an embarrassing amount of times. Even with Gamora's easy pace, Mantis was obviously tired from the work. Despite her protests, the others insisted on setting out the plates and getting their own food from the storage rooms.

"Don't worry about it," Peter said as clapped his hand on her shoulder and guided her into a chair. "We know where it all is by now. You're part of the team, not a servant. You rest, I'll get us both some food."

Peter was rewarded with a soft, grateful smile, and Mantis allowed herself to relax. Once he was sure she wasn't going to spring back up, he left to go gather their plates.

While he ate, Peter was distracted still by his attempts to form something hard enough to not snap after one blow.

"Try this!" Peter gasped, leaning over the table to shove his latest attempt at Nebula who snatched it from his hands before it could land in her food.

Peter held his breath while she sat back to give it an appraising look and couple of swirls. When she slapped it against the stone floor it didn't crack, and a fine ringing filled the room. "It's better, but it's too heavy."

Peter's shoulder's slumped. "I don't know how to make it any lighter."

"You probably can't without sacrificing its integrity," Nebula mused, still rolling the glimmering staff back and forth in her hand. It was just a few shades away from completely clear, and it caught the light and threw it around in dazzling rainbows. "How about this?" She waved her left hand across her cheek and a holographic display winked into life from the cybernetics around her left eye, hovering in the space before her.

"Whoah!" Nebula flinched back in her chair when Peter leapt to his feet to lean over the table. "I didn't know you could do that!"

He lifted one hand towards the display and she swatted him away with a vicious strike of the heavy staff. "Knock it off!"

Peter pulled his hand back, shaking it and wincing against the ringing in his bones. "Ouch, geeze, sorry. No touching. I promise."

She just gave him a very unamused look before continuing. "Instead of making the whole thing of diamond, you can create a core and surround it with a lighter, more flexible material to balance out the weight." In the light blue display in front of her, a long thin line of crystal formed. A moment later, a series of twisting vines wrapped around it to form into a sort of shell and give it the look of a more usual staff.

"Will that still be strong enough?" Peter asked, rubbing his stinging wrist and resisting the urge to poke at the holographic display of the layered staff.

"I wouldn't take it into battle." Nebula dissolved the display with a flick of her wrist. "But it should be fine for practice. At the rate Gamora's going, Mantis won't be striking anything but air anytime soon." Nebula shot a meaningful look her sister's way which Gamora returned with a wrinkling of her brows.

Peter finished off his plate and returned to his self-imposed project as the rest of the Guardians finished eating and cleared away the table. The Light was growing easier to manipulate, and his next creation was done before the last dish was taken away. Groot was happy to cover the core with a tight net of branches, and Gamora accepted the finished project graciously on their way back to the makeshift training grounds. Despite Gamora's warnings that she would be sore the next day, Mantis insisted on continuing to learn.

"I very much wish to be useful!" she had exclaimed, clutching her emerald staff against her chest. "And I am having fun learning something so different. I've never done anything like this before."

This seemed to win over Gamora who began showing her some blocks and self defense moves against another staff. The soft clacking of their staffs colliding in slow-motion strikes filled the quiet air as the rest of the Guardians settled back down as well.

Peter found a new seat among the steps, away from the shards that still cascaded down from his earlier seat, and pondered over what other sorts of useful things he could create. The sense of accomplishment at seeing his staff hard at work below and Gamora's reminder of his limited time overrode his earlier relief at getting the afternoon off, so he set to work shaping a bowl -ugly and a foamy off-white, but a respectable size and serviceable- and filling it with water. When that grew too tedious and boring he decided to try his luck at another element. The result was an immediate and spectacular failure, and Nebula had to throw the contents of the bowl he had filled earlier onto his hands where the bandages had caught fire while Drax pinned him down.

"Idiot!" she grumbled as she unwound the soggy and half-burnt bandages from his hands.

Peter hung his head and offered no complaint as he stood on the wet steps and held his hands out for her.

"What were you planning to do?" Drax asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at Peter.

"I can make rock and water, I thought if I could get a head start on the next element or whatever, the next session with Ego would go a bit faster. I mean, who even knows how long he'll be pouting over this Eternity thing? And I'm on a bit of a time crunch."

Nebula gave a snort at that as she finished working his left hand free, dropping the bandages to lay in a crumpled heap at her feet. "What are you planning to do about this Eternity and his interest in you?" Her eyes were trained down as she spoke, carefully looking over the healing cuts on his palm. He tried not to wince as she prodded at one.

"I don't know."

"I don't think this one needs to be re-wrapped. It's healing just fine, and you can take it easy here." She released his right hand which had been flayed open by the blaster and began unwrapping the left. "If he's as powerful as Ego claims, then he might be very useful against my father."

"He's definitely powerful, but he said there were rules against him messing with reality, which is why he wanted my help in the first place, so how useful can he be?"

"He could have answers we don't have," Nebula said practically. "And I'm sure he's more capable than he's letting on."

"That's another thing," Peter muttered. "Eternity said that one of his sisters was helping Thanos." Nebula's dark eyes flickered up to meet his before returning to Peter's hand.

"Death?"

"He didn't actually say, but probably a safe assumption."

Nebula grunted something like an agreement as she removed the brace from his fingers. "Go like this," she ordered, holding one palm up to flex her fingers into a fist and back out again. Peter did as ordered, moving his fingers slowly and wincing at the strange feeling in his muscles which had gone unused for so long. "The Nova Corps did a good job in speeding your recovery along, but this break was clearly much worse than the first. It would be better to keep it braced while you're playing around with the Light." The metal of her enhancement was surprisingly warm against his skin as she held his wrist in one hand and carefully tested the range of motion in his finger with the other. "Let it dry off and breath for now, and ask Mantis if she has any clean medical supplies later."

"Sure thing, doc," Peter said with a mock salute when she released his hand.

A dark look of warning flickered across Nebula's face. "Don't call me that," she growled, low and angry.

"I won't." The memory from his time in Gamora's mind of the body surrounded by surgeons, and the horrid screaming that had chased him through the hallways even as he pressed his hands over his ears, resurfaced in his mind and he hastily apologized. "I'm sorry."

"If you go back to sleep, perhaps you can speak with this Eternity again and demand more answers." Drax stepped in quickly, cutting through the cloud of tension that had formed between them as effectively as he could drive a knife through an enemy.

"Maybe? I mean, he said that he had a connection and could talk to me now? Which is good, because he wasn't making any sense before, and I'm really tired of those stupid nightmares keeping me up. I can find out tonight, I guess."

"Not sooner?"

"I'm not that tired, and the Nova Corps should be calling soon."

"You do not have to be tired." Drax held one fist up. "I am sure I could render you unconscious without harming you."

Peter quickly took a couple steps back. "Dude!"

"No," Nebula said calmly, reaching out one hand to push Drax's fist down. "We still need him awake for the Nova call, and I'm sure Ego would see to it that were repercussions for us assaulting his son." She turned to Peter who had inched sideways so Nebula was more or less between himself and Drax. "Do you have to be unconscious, though? If the connection is stronger now, perhaps you could try calling him?"

Peter waved his arms helplessly. "I don't exactly know the extension for 'beyond the veil.'"

"You could try meditation," Gamora suggested. Peter glanced over his shoulder to find she and Mantis had stopped their training and climbed up the stairs to see what all the fuss was about.

At the sight of her sister, the last of Nebula's good mood vanished. Her face fell into a guarded frown and she shifted further away from the steps.

"I dunno..." Peter murmured. Gamora had taught him the basics of meditation before, and some of it came in handy sometimes when dealing with the worst of the Guardian's discord, but actually sitting down and meditating was... mind-numbing. She'd given up about a week in after he had fallen asleep on her and started snoring for the third time.

"It can't hurt," she reasoned.

"Aren't you busy not teaching Mantis how to fight?" Nebula snapped, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

Gamora gave her sister a look that was somehow equal parts annoyed and hurt. "I am sure Mantis could use another break by now," she said, her lips twitching when Nebula rolled her eyes. "I was going to teach her the basics anyways, if any of you care to join us?"

Peter glanced at Nebula who stared back at him expectantly for a moment before dropping her arms down. "Just go," she growled with a wave at her sister before turning away. "I've wasted enough time here. I'm going to go check on the rodent's progress and search for the caves again."

Gamora took a hasty step after her sister's retreating form, but hesitated.

"Nebula, wait-" Peter began, but Drax stalled him with a wave.

"I will go with her," Drax said, giving his arms a stretch and rolling his shoulders until they popped. "I do not care for meditation anyways, but you should stay here. It would be a better use of your time if you could get some answers from this Eternity."

Drax turned and jogged to catch up with Nebula, leaving Peter and Gamora staring after them silently. At his side, Gamora drew a long breath and let it out, and when he looked, her carefully neutral face was traced around the edges with just a hint of sadness.

-x-

Meditation practice was just as boring as Peter remembered it being. On the Milano, at least, he had been allowed to sit on his mattress or a pillow. Here, he sat cross legged on the stone court between Mantis and Groot, who had decided to join them. It was made extra difficult with the ceaseless itching of his palms which were exposed to the fresh air for the first time in days, making it impossible to quiet his mind. He was pretty sure at least an hour had passed before he gave up and had to stand to stretch his legs.

"Peter?" Gamora cracked one eye open to stare at him.

"Sorry, sorry," he sighed, dropping back to the ground. "You tried to teach this to me back in my universe too, but I'm just not the meditating type."

"Not if you keep fidgeting," she said, closing her eye and returning to her meditative pose. "You need to relax. Separate your mind from your body."

"Yeah, the only part of me that got that message is my butt." Peter rubbed at his back as he spoke. "It's completely numb."

Mantis let out a giggle beside him which was quickly stifled when Gamora opened her eye once more.

Gamora let out a sigh and stood in one fluid movement that defied the stiffness she should have felt after so long unmoving. "We should take a break for now, anyways," she said, looking at something over Peter's shoulder. He followed her gaze back to find Ego approaching from the pathway he'd vanished down earlier.

When Ego saw Peter looking he gave a wave and diverted his path towards the main building.

Peter gave another long languid stretch before following after. Mantis and Groot rose as well and they all made their way as a group into the open hall where Ego was waiting for them under a large video screen. Today it was Marlowe on the other end of the call.

"Good evening, Peter," she greeted when she caught sight of him.

"Hey Marlowe," Peter gave a wave and an easy smile. "It's actually more like a late lunch time here."

A spark of curiosity flickered across her face and her eyes sparkled like she wanted to ask more questions, but she collected herself and asked instead, "Where is the rest of your crew?"

"Exploring. It's a big planet."

"Have you seen them recently? Are they well?"

Peter quirked an eyebrow at the sudden concern. "Um, yeah, pretty recently. Why are-?"

"And you are well? Nothing has occurred that would break the terms of our agreement?" As she spoke there was an edge to her voice and her gaze flickered in the direction Ego was standing off to the side.

"I'm fine. What's with the questions, did something happen?"

"Cosmo sensed a... well, a disturbance was the best he could describe it to us. He sensed some sort of change in your Light, like it was eclipsed by something else. We were prepared to take more immediate action, but he assured us that he felt no danger to you and requested we wait. So, will you tell us what occurred this- well it would have been this morning, I suppose, for you?"

Peter hadn't even thought of what Cosmo might have sensed. "Yeah, I'm fine. We're all fine. I just met a uh, well I don't know what he was, really, some sort of 'Cosmic being?" He paused to throw a glance at Ego who stepped closer to address the Nova Prime's assistant.

"We were greeted rather unexpectedly by Eternity. It seems he has some sort of mistaken interest in my son, but there is no cause for alarm. We are dealing with it."

Marlowe narrowed her eyes and gave Peter a prompting look.

"It's true," Peter confirmed. "If you ask Cosmo, he might be able to explain it better, but I don't think anyone's in any danger." At least, he hoped not. Eternity might even prove to be useful, but Peter didn't dare voice that hope in front of Ego who was clearly still quite upset over his appearance. "How are things going up there? Have you made any progress finding Gamora's parents?"

Marlowe pursed her lips at his rather transparent change in subject. "Things are settling down. A couple of the members of the Council are still furious, but most of them are in agreement it was the best decision, the rest will come around. As for your request... Dey and I have been looking into our old records in search of known prison planets under Thanos's rule, but our resources are limited, and so far nothing has been very promising. Most of the ones we have records of have been since abandoned or relocated, or are so deep into enemy territory we are unable to find any reliable sources for them."

Peter glanced at Gamora who was standing at his side. Her face was carefully blank again and gave nothing away, but he was sure she was disappointed by the news.

"Do you have any memories," Marlowe asked, "that might help us narrow down our search? Any atmospheric anomalies, unique flora, the color of the sky? Anything at all?"

"Dark..." Gamora said, a wrinkle forming above her brow. "All I remember, under the false memories, is that it was really dark the last time I saw them, but I think we were inside a building. Maybe the smell of dirt. I'm sorry. Everything around the memories involving them gets... especially blurry."

Marlowe sat back with a subtle slump of her shoulders. "It's okay. We'll keep looking, but without anything more definitive to go on we're just firing into the dark here."

-x-

After the call ended Ego was quick to vanish again, apparently having completely lost interest in schooling Peter for the day. Peter was caught between being relieved at getting some time away from him and frustrated that he wasn't there to answer questions and provide help while he was learning to use the Light.

Gamora, Groot, and Mantis returned to their meditation while Peter returned to fiddling with the Light, but with Nebula and Drax still not returned and the rest of his crew busy doing nothing, that quickly grew boring as well.

"I'm going to take a walk," he announced.

Gamora gave him a brief nod but made no other indication she had heard him.

It was nice she was finally talking to him, but the businesslike politeness she was treating him with was a little disheartening. He couldn't really blame her after everything that had gone wrong for her lately; her shattered mind, her missing parents, and the obvious unpleasant feelings between her and her sister... Maybe later he could catch her alone and try to cheer her up. Right now she was busy, and not interrupting her meditation for his 'shenanigans' was a lesson he had learned the hard way back home.

Peter pulled out his Walkman, popped on the headphones and struck out down a pathway he'd never been down before which lead in the general direction Nebula and Drax had wandered off in. The path wound a scenic route around the canyon's edge for a ways and Peter found himself wanting to find a way across to the other side himself. The edge was tall and steep, but this was just the sort of thing the rockets on his boots were good for. The rush of the jump off the cliff's edge and free fall was enough to get him grinning again and he couldn't help the dance in his steps as he cut through the thick forest below towards where he thought Ego's ship was docked and Rocket would be.

As he meandered through the strangely clean and quiet forest he began toying with the prospect of making fire again. He kept the Light to small bundles this time, hoping to avoid a repeat of the earlier disaster.

The sun crept low across the sky. It was still a ways off from setting, but the canyon was cast in shadow and Peter had achieved something almost like flame, maybe closer to lightning, when a voice spoke up.

"If you're going to ignore my advice and keep doing that without a brace, at least go do it by the river so you don't burn the whole forest down." Nebula was stepping out from the trees off to his side, looking much more relaxed than she had been when she'd stormed off earlier.

"I'm being careful," he informed her, holding up his hands to show her the rippling ball of colorful light in his palms.

She made a face at his creation, clearly unimpressed. "What are you doing down here? Did you manage to contact Eternity?"

"No." Peter slumped his shoulders and let the ball of light flicker out of existence. "Where's Drax?"

"He wanted to return before dinner. Don't change the subject. Did you even try, or have you been wandering around trying to start forest fires since I left?"

"I tried!" Peter said defensively, a feint crack in his voice which he quickly tried to cover up. "For a while. It wasn't working, so I figured this would be more productive..."

"But why are you down here?"

"I was hoping I could run into Rocket. It's been two days now -Two and a half- and we haven't seen him." Nebula quirked a brow and he amended; "Well, I haven't."

"And you won't unless he wants you to. He'll hear your stomping clicks away and be long gone before you get there. Go back to the court and keep trying to find a way to contact this entity of yours."

Peter let out a low groan and flopped down onto a nearby rock. "It's so booooring," he heaved. "I was trying for at least an hour, but nothing was happening. No stars, no voices, no creepy feeling of being watched or sound of digging or any of the other usual stuff that comes with him. Just the cold hard stone making my back hurt and my butt go numb."

A look crossed Nebula's face. "Stars...?" she murmured to herself, bringing one hand up towards her face and getting that faraway look again. "And digging... Have you tried using the Light while you meditate?"

"What? Isn't that, like, counter productive?"

"You said that the last time you saw Eternity-the clearest time- was after Ego did something that was supposed to amplify your connection to the Light. And Eternity himself told you that his ability to communicate with you was dependent on the strength of that connection. He also said that he wasn't allowed to interact with this plane of existence..."

"Yeeeees?" Peter said slowly, wishing he could understand her better when she started talking like this. She was as bad as Rocket talking tech sometimes.

Nebula rolled her eyes at his confusion. "He can't enter this plane of existence," she repeated slowly, "so he needs you to step outside of it. If the Light is one of these alternate planes of existence which a Celestial has access to, then maybe you can use it to bridge the gap. Meet him half-way."

"Oh. Oh! I think I get it!" Peter leaped back to his feet, grinning. "Yeah, that could be worth a shot. Come on!" he said, waving her after himself as he jogged back the way he had come.

"Now where are you going?" Her face was screwed up in suspicion, but she followed after him, if somewhat reluctantly.

"To give it a try. There's a nice spot just back here. Not far." He'd passed a small creek a couple minutes back, with a bank that was carpeted in a plush moss. The moss was slick in some places, and he'd slipped and nearly face-planted into the creek climbing over it. If he was going to be stuck sitting on the forest floor, however, he'd rather do it there than in the hard dirt.

The creek side was just as he remembered it, and he quickly found himself a place where the moss had grown over a somewhat flat rock near a broad pool. It was high enough above the water to be not too damp. Nebula paused to lean against a nearby tree and watched silently as he settled into the familiar pose Gamora had taught him and began breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. It took a while to calm his racing heart and longer still to learn how to reach out toward the Light instead of drawing it towards him. The air was growing steadily chillier when he thought he finally felt something familiar. A spark of excitement distracted him and the tenuous connection snapped.

"Uuuuugh!" Peter let out a long groan and dropped his head. "I don't think this working either."

"No. Keep trying."

Peter glanced up to see Nebula was staring at him with a strange intensity flickering in her eyes.

"I think it was working. Try again."

"Okay," he said after a pause, straightening back up and reaching out again for the Light. This time when he brushed up against the Light, it felt like something was reaching back for him. The sensation almost reminded him of when he'd been swept away in Cosmo's connection to Gamora, but this time when the Light flooded into his veins and swept him up it was less intense.

"What a clever little mortal," a voice rumbled through the silence and Peter's eyes flew open to find the evening forest around him had melted away, replaced with an open sky filled with vibrant galaxies. The small patch of stream bank he sat on drifted through the empty space. When he glanced down at the stream burbling at his side, the water was filled with shards of light and glowed with a strange warmth.

Nebula was still leaning against the tree across from where he sat cross-legged on the mossy stone, the only tree remaining in this new place, but when he looked up to ask her if she could see all of this as well, he realized it wasn't Nebula after all.

"Eternity?" Peter asked.

The blacks of Nebula's eyes were nearly overflowing with their own universe of stars as she watched him curiously. "Hello again, Peter."

"It worked," he breathed, a smile splitting on his face.

Nebula's head tilted as her lips curled in amusement. "Yes," Eternity drawled, "It did. Now why don't we finally have a real talk? Just you and me?"

End

#gotg #Guardians of the Galaxy #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #gotg astronautical #Luciferous #Book 2 chapter 13 #Peter Quill #Ego the living planet #Nebula #Gamora #Drax #Groot #Mantis #Eternity

0 notes