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papergirllife · 4 years ago

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Down The Rabbit Hole

Xiao De Jun (M)

🎃Happy Halloween,everyone.🎃

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warnings : unprotected sex, high sex, choking.

Alice in distress,

may the Cheshire cat be blessed.

Community service your mom said, it’ll be great for publicity, which is all she cares about. Your mom is the part of the community of your neighborhood, and let’s just say she loves fulfilling her duties so much that it’s become an obsession of hers to be seen on the local papers for the activities she attend, something like a minor celebrity. Sadly, the moms here all love her, your mom wanted to work a reputation up, since your father left her for someone younger, your mother needed something else to fill the emptiness and lack of accomplishment she’s felt because of him. Hence why you’re trekking in the forest of your town, trying to pick up as much rubbish as you could that were thrown by irresponsible hikers.

“This is all you fault Y/N, if it weren’t for you, we won’t be stuck in this shitty hike in such a cold weather.”

Becca was part of the so called ‘friend group’ of this neighborhood of yours that your mom forced you to make friends with just because she was friends with her mom. You don’t bother answering her nor the deathly glares from her clique to you, you didn’t have any real friends in this town, other than one or two boys you played games with.

It was until the middle of the hike when your mom called for a break, the community members all started to sit down and have a picnic.

“Remember to clean up after yourselves,” your mom said.

You chewed on a sandwich you packed begrudgingly, wishing you had hot food instead, cursing at yourself for not packing food into a thermos. When you finished, you decided to venture further away on your own, unable to stand the not so silent whispers behind your back. You decided to sit underneath a sturdy looking oak tree that looked older than any other tree here. Once you leant back, your back started falling, for some reason, the stem of the tree opened up and swallowed you in, the hole you fell in closing as you fell deeper into the hole. You didn’t scream, you were too scared, you knew you would be dead once you hit ground, so you closed your eyes and waited.

Instead of hitting ground, you fell into something that felt softer than cotton, with a blue glow like the clouds on the sky. Were you dead? You looked around, you were still in the forest, but the forest looked different here. Were these the unexplored parts of the hill?

“How graceful, Alice has nothing on you, sweetheart.”

You screamed, trying to get out of the ‘cloud’, but all you could do was trash in it because of how it’s too soft and big.

“Easy, don’t panic. I’m right here.”

Suddenly, a man around your age appeared next to you, his smile bright and somewhat familiar looking. That’s when the memory came back to you.

“You’re just like the Cheshire cat in Wonderland. Where am I? And who are you?”

“You’re in the other side of the forest, or the whole world, depends on how you see your position geographically. I’m Xiao De Jun, but you can call me Xiao Jun, and I’m a fairy. Oh and another detail? I eat humans.”

“Wait what? What do you mean the other side? What do you mean fairies eat humans?”

“Well, let’s just say fairies aren’t all Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella, those stories are told just to induce naive humans like you to fall in our traps. But you’re a pretty one, and you didn’t scream like a darned banshee just now, I might just keep you.”

“Keep me? Get us out of this thing, who said I was an object?!”

“I’ll get us out once we reach my palace, now hold on tight sweetheart, and please don’t scream like a mad woman, or I’ll eat you up in a gulp like the others.”

Xiao Jun booped your nose with his index finger before he leant back with an cynical smile on his face. The cloud floated up high, letting you see the scenery below you clearly. There were cities just like the human world, but instead of metal and blocks, these were held up by wood and magic, because there was no way a building as tall as the Eiffel Tower require no bolts and nuts, and you doubt its transparent like bubble had any glass panes.

"It’s beautiful.”

“It’s nothing compared to the beautiful lady beside me.”

You could feel your cheeks heating up at his flirty remarks. You quickly thought up of something to divert the topic, not being used to receiving compliments out of the blue.

“You said you have a palace? Are you a prince?”

“I’m a king, my father just passed away.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Xiao Jun.”

“For a human you’re quite sentimental, cleaning the forest, not threatening to kill me even though you have a knife in your pocket, and not screaming at me like a mad woman. You’re quite different from what I expected.”

“What do you...

“That’s our stop, less chatter and get a move on, or no mint chocolate ice cream for you.”

Calling Xiao Jun weird would be an understatement, his personality was like a cross of between Marry Poppins and Willy Wonka, and his palace was nothing far from that either, fortress painted with pastel tones, and that fountain was definitely chocolate, the windows looked like panes of thin candy, while the draw bridge was shaped like a milk cracker. The swimming pool at the back looked like it was filled with different flavours of fanta.

“Are you the witch from Hansel and Gretel?”

“Do I look like an old hag?”

Instead of entering from the main entrance, the cloud took you to the back of the castle where there was a balcony which overlooked the pool and the garden. Once you landed, the cloud disappeared beneath you, but Xiao Jun’s quick reflexes caught you before you fell on your butt.

“Welcome to my chambers. I forgot to ask for your name sweetheart.”

“Y/N,” you said as breathlessly, still in shock from your near fall.

Xiao Jun’s room was huge, the walls were mint green while the furniture were all made of dark oak with gold accents, just like his favourite ice cream flavour. You looked up to see a beautiful chandelier that defied the laws of gravity. The candles as well as the whole structure of the chandelier was shaped like an overturned tiered cake, each tier turning at its own pace with different colours flickering on the candles. The bed was just like the cloud you travelled on, just bigger and in a shade of pastel pink that made it look like cotton candy.

“You must really like your sweets.”

“The only human food that actually tastes good. Make yourself comfortable, it’s not like you’re leaving.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m keeping you.”

“You can’t do that! I don’t belong to you!”

“It’s written in the stars that you’ll be my queen, and I don’t have to force you. You’re going to stay.”

“Why would you know that?”

“Because I’ve been watching you and your fate in our stars, you lead an unhappy life in the mortal world, living like a balloon which lost its string, wandering aimlessly, slowly deflating just like your personality. When was the last time you truly enjoyed yourself without your mother giving you disapproving looks? What happened to your dream of being a writer? What happened when you said you wanted to go out for your birthday? What happened when you told her about your anxiety? Oh right, she called you a freak.”

Xiao Jun wasn’t shouting the words in your face, in fact it was gentle like an angel’s singing, yet what he said drizzled into your heart like sweet poison. You let out a chocked sob, you felt naked under his scrutinisation. Xiao Jun observed your life under a microscope, knowing you better than yourself.

“How do you know all of this?”

“I’ll show you.”

Xiao Jun wiped your tears with his expensive button up, the tears making the blue silk turn inky black. He then took your hand in his, guiding you out of his room into a room down the same hallway. Compared to the other odd looking fancy doors, this was bare of any jewels or gold. Xiao Jun turned the knob and led you in the dimly lit room, the room only had a large mirror with red candles on its sides.

“Show me, Lee Hyenji.”

That was your mother’s name.

The mirror flickered a few times before showing you the image of your mother.

“Where is that dumb girl? Always day dreaming and never getting things done. Wandering on her own, I’m just waiting for the day she leaves me like that useless father of hers.”

“Show me Becca Park.”

“I’m soo glad she’s lost, we don’t need to deal with her just to make our mothers happy anymore. She didn’t like hanging out with us anyways.”

Xiao Jun’s eyes flickered to yours to see your reaction, instead of holding sadness like he thought it would’ve been, your eyes were empty, the images on the mirror reflecting in your eyes like shadows in a murky lake.

“Why aren’t you angry?”

“Because they’re right.”

“No, they’re not. Mirror, show me Saved Memories.”

The mirror played images of you working on your short stories, snippets of you singing along your favourite song, as well as videos of you learning a dance.

“You shine like the brightest star in the galaxy sweetheart. Don’t let ducks call a swan ugly. They’re not even in your league, darling.”

“Am I?”

“You don’t need my confirmation, you can see it as well, maybe a flicker here and there, but those little flickers will grow into a flame if you leave that life of yours. Don’t think too much about it, come, have a shower, I’ll show you to your room.”

Xiao Jun took you down the hall into your room, which was in front of his.

“I made it just like the bedroom in your world, so there shouldn’t be a problem with figuring out the shower. That laptop is yours, as well as those books, they’re the ones you already have and ones that you always wanted to read. The internet’s password is your birthday, yes we have internet access here. I painted the walls with the shade of blue you love, the bed is lilac, since you love that colour as well. There’s clothes from your own wardrobe as well as our clothes, it might be a bit fancy, but you might like it.”

Xiao Jun turned into such a sucker for you, the ‘I eat humans’ was such a front, you couldn’t help but smile at his dorkiness.

True to what Xiao Jun said, the shower was just like a regular shower, and the clothes in the wardrobe were nicely prepared to fit your size, making you wonder how he knew even these little details.

You went out and knocked on his door, Xiao Jun was out by the third knock, his hair now in yellow curls.

“What’s with the hair?”

“This is my natural hair colour, didn’t want to scare you too much just now. Though we really do eat humans, just the hearts, the hearts taste exquisite, according to the old fairies, and only if they threaten to develop that piece of forest. We used to eat humans all the time, until my father put a ban on it, didn’t want to look suspicious.”

There was a look of horror on your face.

“Trust me, only the old fairies eat humans, we prefer animals most times.”

You let out the breath of air you were holding in.

“This is my own private dining room, and tonight we would be having steak and ox tail soup, no humans.”

You manage to let out a laugh at his odd humour, starting to feel more at ease in his presence.

The two of you ate and drank wine, talking about his life as a royalty in his fairy kingdom.

“My mom told me I would have wings, I was so scared I checked my back every night before I slept, until I realised no one had wings and that it was just something made up in the tales.”

After dinner, the two of you danced ungracefully, the wine making your head light and footsteps a mess, giggling at each other’s mistake. After the two of you got tired, Xiao Jun carried you into his room.

He placed you on top of a couch, taking a seat beside you to admire the beautiful stars in the clear night sky.

“Would you like to try fairy dust?’

“It makes you fly? Like Peter Pan?”

“That is only one usage of fairy dust, we eat it as well. Wait let me show you.”

Xiao Jun took your hand and led you to his walk in wardrobe, it was just as big as the room he gave you, but what caught your attention was a mini pool, but instead of liquid, it was filled with swirling sparkling dust.

“Oh my god.”

Since you were drunk, you did the dumbest yet most logical thing ever, jumping into the pool. The dust made you bounce on an invisible force.

“Why am I not flying?”

“You have to give directions in your head, but I wouldn’t recommend doing that, I wouldn’t want to call medic when you hit your head.”

“Right...Jump in, join me!”

Xiao Jun shook his head in disbelief, but jumped in with a smile on his face regardless. Xiao Jun walked to your direction, stopping right in front of you.

“Breath it in.”

You did as he said, the fairy dust making you feel happy and free, as well as a warm feeling in your stomach that you can’t put your finger on once you look at Xiao Jun,, your eyes scanning his beautiful physique. Xiao Jun breathed in the dust after you, his eyes diluting into a darker shade of brown, his senses picking up little things about you that he didn’t before, like the plump of your lips, the curve of your hips under that tight skirt.

“Y/N, I want you.”

Xiao Jun kissed you with fervour, his tongue dipping into your welcoming mouth. Instead of pushing him away like he thought, you kissed him with just as much passion, your hands starting to linger under his shirt. Xiao Jun started to unbutton your top, throwing it out of the pool.

“No bra?”

“This isn’t the mortal world, there aren’t any sex predators here.”

“What about me?”

“This is for you, my king.”

Xiao Jun didn’t know whether this was you talking, or the fairy dust in your system. Xiao Jun marked up the length of your neck, purple flowers blooming in his wake as you started taking off his shirt and pants.

“Why the rush, love?”

“I need you, please.”

The amount of slick flowing onto your legs was too much to be normal, you didn’t know what side effects the dust has, but you just needed relief, and only Xiao Jun could give that to you. Xiao Jun took off your skirt and panties, smiling at that pretty piece of ruined silk in his hands.

“Wonderful.”

Xiao Jun let his hands travel southwards as his lips engulf your breast in his mouth, nibbling and sucking away like a new born, as well as leaving a mark near your nipple, the slight possessiveness sending shivers down your back. Your hands curl in Xiao Jun’s soft locks as he pushes a finger into you, when he could feel how wet you were, he decided to push two more in, curling his fingers at your sweet spot, making you cry out his name breathlessly.

“Xiao Jun, more please. I need you inside me.”

You grinded onto his bare cock, his pre cum smearing over your slit, egging him to slide inside you.

Xiao Jun, pushed inside you in one go, your wet walls welcoming him. The action made both of you moaning in sync, lust filled relief washing over the both of you, making both of you crave for more. He started moving once you adjusted to his length, you could feel every vein and curve of his length as he bottoms out inside of you. Xiao Jun pushed himself closer to you, feeling you nipples against his own as he thrusted inside of you, the friction making your head spin from pleasure. Xiao Jun couldn’t believe it, after so many years of waiting, he finally had you in his arms, withering under his pleasurable touch. Xiao Jun slides a hand from your hips down to your clit, rubbing quick circles over it. Whimpers of his name fall from your lips like a beautiful piece of music, you were nearing your high as you felt the build up of an orgasm as your toes start to curl, your legs wrapped tighter around Xiao Jun’s waist as your head falls onto his shoulder, the overwhelming pleasure binding your body with his as he continues his thrusts, pace quickening once he felt you nearing the edge. Xiao Jun lifts you higher to thrust into you at a better angle, his tip hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, making you scream his name as your nails dug down his back, the pain mixing with the pleasure fuels Xiao Jun’s desire to absolutely ruin you under his touch.

“Cum for me, Y/N. I know you’re close.”

When you didn’t answer his request, Xiao Jun snapped his hips against yours at an even quicker pace, the speed of his thrusts inhuman, making your head swirl in pleasure as little bits of saliva drip from your lips down your throat as you throw you head back, the sight of the marks Xiao Jun left behind from earlier pushing his need for release. Once Xiao Jun wrapped a hand around your beautiful neck, you lost it. You couldn’t even scream as the pleasure was overwhelming all your senses, blinding white light behind your closed lids, your mind chanting his name like a mantra. Xiao Jun let out a beautiful moan once he felt your walls closing around his length in a vice grip, sending him over the edge as he paints your walls a milky white, his pearly white teeth biting down your shoulder to muffle his noises.

Once your orgasm subsides, you collapsed into Xiao Jun’s arms, energy drained completely by the handsome fairy. Xiao Jun carried you into his bed with the assistance of fairy dust, glad that he didn’t need to wobble into bed supporting your weight as well as his. He adjusted the pillows and blanket to accommodate your comfort, slipping in beside you once he was done, taking you into his warm embrace. Only one thought in his head.

‘You’re going to be with me for eternity, and nothing is going to take you away from me, my love, just like what the stars told me.’

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myblueeyedbuggers · 4 years ago

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My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’. Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it. “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it. Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens? “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

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wr173r-8l0ck · 4 years ago

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What if My Hero Academia Characters were in the Riordanverse pt. 1: Students

Yeah, yeah, this is just MHA students for now, I’ll have other characters soon, okay! Anyway, here’s MHA students of 1A and 1B (including Shinso) as demigods in the Riordanverse!

Yuga Aoyama: Son of Aphrodite. Not even a good one, unless you need someone blinded by his glitter-gun. Oh yeah, he has a glitter gun with lasers for maximum flare. Is he completely over-the-top? Absolutely. But is he good in a fight? Surprisingly, yes, kind of very, turns out glitter confuses monsters very well.

Mina Ashido: Daughter of Hermes and legacy of Hecate, capable of inhuman movements and can produce a slime that magically dissolves anything. She also tattooed her eyes black and yellow for some weird masochistic reason that no one, including herself, doesn’t understand. She’s still neat though.

Tsuyu Asui: She’s a frog-turned-human by Ochako. She still has her tongue, leaps, hops, camouflage, a reversible stomach and poison that can kill a group of whales. And he can still inflate her throat like a balloon, which makes for good scares. Very good scares…

Tenya Iida: Son of Mercury, he never skips leg day. Never. Seriously, have you seen those legs? He could crush a car with those puppies! Or crush monster heads with those thunder thighs! Which he actually does quite often. He doesn’t skimp out on upper body exercises either, but LOOK AT THOSE LEGS OF THUNDER!

Ochako Uraraka: Daughter of Hecate, she specializes in a set of spells that manipulate an individual object’s or being’s gravitational pull. It’s gotten to the point where she makes anything she touches with five fingers on one hand, it will float, no matter what, which is why she wears gloves all the time. She likes floating whoever she finds particularly annoying way up into the sky.

Mashirao Ojiro: Son of Mars, he’s an expert martial artist and very, very good at multiple of them. He’s lost multiple sparring partners because of his profinity with a number of weapons, and his lethality without any weapons. Seriously, he once defeated a Drakon with his bare hands! And another dead drakon’s teeth!

Denki Kaminari: Legacy of Zeus and Apollo, each by about 50 generations. About as bright as his godly ancestors (not very), but he still makes one Hel of a lightning bolt, and he’s also pretty good with a guitar and lyre. And classical literature and culture, like Apollo’s Kettle, who taught him all that?!

Eijiro Kirishima: Son/creation of Vulcan, his blood and skin are pure liquid gold, bronze and diamond he can infinitely harden for a period of time. It also obtains unnaturally sharp edges, and given his tendency to go hard when excited, he has made his friends frequent the infirmary for cuts and broken ribs.

Koji Koda: Son of Actaedon, he can talk with wildlife. He’s also a Legacy of Heracles, hence his size. His hugs are nice, war and gentle. Unless you’re an enemy, his bear hugs can break spines and it’s fucking terrifying.

Rikido Sato: Son of Mars, this guy has a serious sweet tooth. He’s also surprisingly gentle for a guy that can decimate an opponent with a single hit. Oh yeah, he can one-shot a hellhound with one punch (que the epic op) to the head.

Mezo Shoji: Son of Ares, he’s surprisingly level-headed. And malicious. Seriously, this guy always has at least ten different weapons on him, on top of him knowing a variety of potentially lethal moves. His arms are known as the Anacondas for a reason. Well, he lost his two precious anacondas in battle, but now he has six bronze automaton anacondas, fuly articulated and loaded up with all kinds of weapons for maximum effectiveness in battle! Actually fuck that, he’s way more terrifying now, who let him get all that stuff?!

Kyoka Jiro: Daughter of Apollo, she’s a top-tier musician, singer and is moderate with a bow and arrow. She can whistle in the ultrasonic range, clap like thunder, sing and play like either a sweet little bird or a whole-ass heavy metal choir without ruining her vocal cords, and she gives the opposite amount of fucks that Zeus does (ie. zero).

Hanta Sero: Son of Hermes, he inherited a pair of magical tape dispensers that can dispense any tape in any amount of any properties he chooses. He uses them to swing around like Spider-Man, which made him a regular visitor of the infirmary until Momo made him a special harness to keep his joints from dislocating. Somehow, he still gets his shoulders dislocated.

Fumikage Tokoyami: Son of Erebos, he suffers from split-personality disorder, but it’s fixed nicely by his inner demon incarnate made of pure darkness he calls Dark Shadow. They have a strangely healthy and wholesome relationship for a boy and his literal inner demon, and they even help each other (or embarass, take your pick) in social interactions.

Shoto Todoroki: A Legacy, descendant of Hel and Surtr, capable of making ice that freezes fire, and fire that burns ice. He gives so little shit he’s actually oblivious to social cues, which makes for more than a few funny moments on quests with him.

Toru Hagakure: Legacy of Iris, she can manipulate light around her to turn invisible or project bright flashes. Campers often say hi to her even if she’s not there just in case.

Katsuki Bakugou: Son of Ares, with rage and instincts of combat so strong and powerful he can convert his sheer rage and passion into explosions in the palms of his hands. He generated more than one explosion with the explosive yield of a nuclear weapon in his life. How he hasn’t gone deaf yet is beyond most people, though he does still know a variety of sign languages in case he does go deaf.

Izuku Midoriya: Son of Athena that was gifted the Spartan Spirit, a powerful enchantment formed by Kratos, Nike, Bia and Zelus, to protect humanity in its greatest times of need, and bestowed upon the most well-meaning and kind-hearted individuals of an era. He ends up breaking his bones an absolute shitton, and is a regular at the infirmary. The healers and smiths absolutely loathe him by now.

Minoru Mineta: Died on a quest. His quest-mates say ‘by accident’. Everyone knows it was very deliberate, but then again, everyone hated him and is fine with him dead. Some people wanted to be the ones to kill him though.

Momo Yaoyorozu: A Legacy, granddaughter of Hephaestus and Athena, capable of making virtually any machine. She’s also very fidgety, and once made an entire army of fully autonomous grass soldiers that went on to terrorize the other campers for a bit. In thirty minutes.

Yosetsu Awase: Son of Hephaestus, he also likes to make stuff. Though mostly he combines already existing tools, gadgets and machines, and makes weird amalgamations. He once fused an automaton bull, an automaton dragon and a school bus, and it actually, somehow, despite all logic and reason, fucking works.

Sen Kaibara: Son of Ares, he’s pretty chill compared to his kin (especially Katsuki and Setsuna), mainly due to him bottling up his anger. Which he can unleash as tornadoes around his limbs, which he can use to drill through walls. Thank gods he doesn’t lose it too often.

Togaru Kamakiri: Son of Ceres, he likes farming tools. Especially ones with blades. That’s lead to him using all kinds of sickles, scythes (both farming tools and war scythes) in combat, and even axes, shovels, various lawn mowers...

Shihai Kuroiro: Son of Nyx, him and Tokoyami get along exceptionally well. Given his ability to shadow-travel and use shadows and darkness as materials to make some pretty nifty weapons only he can use, he’s strangely bright and like a Sun. At least among the two stepbrothers of darkness, and the bar for eing the sunny one is set very low.

Itsuka Kendo: Daughter of Athena, she excels in critical thinking and a variety of martial arts. And knocking out her piers with precise attacks when they start to get exceptionally annoying. Mostly Monoma. Scratch that, especially Monoma. Okay, nevermind, only Monoma.

Yui Kodai: Daughter of Trivia. She excels in potions and spells that manipulate the size of objects, so much so that she has to resort to gloves because she now naturally makes things smaller with her left hand, or bigger with her right hand. She’s the calm one of the 20 people here.

Kinoko Komori: Daughter of Demeter, she has a soft spot for fungi and mushrooms. Which she can make grow rapidly. Very rapidly. She’s fun at parties.

Ibara Shiozaki: Daughter of Demeter, she dyes her hair green with actual chlorophyll for some reason (“To feel one with the beautiful plants,” she says), but she can also grow and manipulate vines and other vine-like plants, along with trees, quite effectively, and she has some rose and poison oak (she’s immune to it) seeds in her hair. Don’t ask, her answers are just as ridiculous as the chlorophyll-dyed hair.

Jurota Shishida: Son of Mars, he’s been cursed by most likely Hera to be a humanoid boar/dog thing. He’s especially good at wrestling, and is very diplomatic in his approach. Until he gets pissed, then he charges like a boar and yes, he keeps those tusks of his sharp.

Niregeki Shoda: Legacy of Hermes, son of Hephaestus, he likes to make explosives and plant them everywhere. More than a few campers were scared. Except Katsuki, who tried to outdo the ground (Niregeki’s mine) in explosive yield and put skylight access in the roof of Bunker 9. Niregeki had to repair it.

Pony Tsunotori: Legacy of Poseidon, she can shapeshift. She likes to shapeshift into horses, bulls, deer and goats (including mooses and buffalo), and she has a nifty gadget from the Hephaestus and Vulcan campers in the shape of horns that transform with her, giving her detachable remote-control horns.

Kosei Tsuburaba: Legacy of Jupiter, son of Ares, he’s competitive and can make walls and blades out of air. Especially annoying for monsters because they can’t get to him, period, and every time they try, they don’t get past his walls of air for a whole minute before someone either cuts/hacks/slices them to bits, freezes/burns them alive, blows them up with their fists/explosives/expanding stones they previously ingested or some other way of disposing of a monster.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu: Son of Vulcan, capable of turning to pure steel over his entire body, also increasing his strength. Because of this, and his tendency to go hard whenever he’s excited, he’s made his friends frequent the infirmary for bruises and broken ribs. Except Kirishima.

Setsuna Tokage: Daughter of Ares, she’s actually been hurt pretty badly in one of her fights (she went on a Quest with Katsuki, and no, it wasn’t him who hurt her, and yes, no one really believes that story either) and had to have automaton grafts to replace her limbs, a part of her lower jaw, her eyes and the muscles around her spine, along with parts of the vertebrae. Which she asked to be detachable and splittable in as many pieces as possible, which she can control telepathically and uses to troll other campers. A lot. Especially two certain sons of Vulcan and her half-siblings.

Manga Fukidashi: No one knows what he is, they just know his head is a speech bubble and he can make anything he writes real.

Juzo Honenuki: Legacy of Gaia, he can virtually liquify the ground (does not work on metal or wooden floors). He trolls a lot with this ability. And I do mean a lot.

Kojiro Bondo: A golem? A person? His head makes it hard to tell whether he’s a demigod or a monster to be honest. And his glue-like spit doesn’t help much either.

Neito Monoma: Legacy of, you guessed it, Zeus! He has a superiority complex because of this, and he frequents the infirmary on the basis of Itsuka or whoever he was annoying KOing him constantly. All that brain damage probably isn’t helping his mental issues…

Reiko Yanagi: Daughter of Hecate she can make things she touches float and fly around using some sort of incantation. The biggest she can do is double her own body weight, but that doesn’t stop her from delivering high-speed flying punches and scaring other campers.

Hiryu Rin: Son of Mars and Legacy of Poseidon, he can shapeshift into various animals. Most notably a mix of human, hedgehog and a lizard. Sharp, painful and deadly precise. And also meditating. And a lot of it.

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zarinaa113 · 5 years ago

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DT: Together

MY FIRST EVER DT FIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not the first one I’ve written, but the first I’m posting, for obvious reasons. I started with a few about the boys and then those needed Dadnald so I had to write for him hence this fic. I can’t believe I’ve written for Donald Forking Duck! Its kinda very intimidating. I hope I’ve done him justice.

I really like how this tuned out, yet this might not be everyone’s cup of nutmeg tea. My Love Language is affection, but its entirely possible to put in too much. Its not bad it just might make some of you uncomfortable. Like, so much fluff you’ll choke on the fluffiness. But these characters need it after everything.

I’d love feedback on if you think it was or wasn’t too much.

(Spoilers for Season 2 finale btw)

Tagging: @mediocrecartoondrawer

I’ll quite stalling and get to the story now. Enjoy!

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Della shoved Donald's head down in a friendly tousle. He winced and returned the favor. Everyone laughed and cheered around them, a group even cheered Glomgold for some inane reason. Donald was so happy to be home, not just after the insane adventure to save earth or his stay on the moon or his 'vacation' on a desert island, it was great to be around people he knew and some he didn't. He'd missed people's voices.

And there was one he'd missed most of all. Della was practically leaping around the lawn to talk to different Moonlanders before rushing over to do something with one of the boys and then greeting people she hadn't seen in ten years. Donald was exhausted just watching her, but he had press he had to wave off his family and Moonlanders to insist to that no hard feelings were felt and boys he had to triple check for injuries. Having no idea what time it was didn't stop his exhaustion; yet he couldn't fall asleep, because if he did, she might not be there when he woke. It was right and beautiful and agonizing and bittersweet to see Della with the boys. Her boys. He felt ashamed when he realized he hadn't noticed how similar they all were to her. Not in the big ways, those were apparent from hatch, but in the little ways. Huey had the same puckered beak when he was surprised as Della did, Dewey her dramatic head tilt when proclaiming something grand, Louie her aloof expression when called out, all these tiny quirks in his sons they had from their mother. And he didn't know if he was more ashamed that he hadn't seen his twin in his sons or of his sons in his twin. His twins sons. Eventually, Dewey shouted his name and Donald found him in a tree, Della a branch behind him with her hand on his back. Dewey waved with both hands and Donald almost had a heart attack. Della laughed at his face's expression. Man, he'd missed her laugh. Louie, Huey and Webby clambered up the tree and Donald followed, only to ensure their safety. Once at the top, Dewey grabbed the balloon that had been snared by the branches, declared himself a hero, and dared to be dared into jumping off the tree from that point. Della flatly grabbed him by his shirt and climbed down one handed to keep him from squirming out. Once on the ground he ran off with Webby to return the balloon to its owner and Della and Louie got caught up talking to the manager of Scrooge's new lemonade business. He happily sat down at the base of the tree and Huey started telling him about the badges he'd received since Donald had left. "Suns goin' down bro. You can go to bed now." Della's shadow covered the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook between Donald and Huey's laps. "What? No, I'm fine." "Yeah, no way. Get up and get in." She grabbed his arm and pulled him up. Huey pushed him up from behind. "Come on Uncle Donald! You need your eight hours of sleep on a good day, but this has been a very taxing day and you-" Donald mentally apologized to Huey that he was drowning him out, he didn't need the science of sleep now he just needed sleep, regardless of how much he didn't want it. At the mansions steps Dewey and Louie appeared. "Uncle Donald's going to bed now." Huey informed them. "Fine, I just hope he showers first." Louie commented. "Mummy wrappings smell better." "I don't know if that's accurate, Lo." Dewey said as they entered the mansion. "More like that Caveduck when he was playing in the toilet." "The boys are right." Della said, finally letting his hand go. "You've gotta shower. All of you." In unison the boys said "Yes, Mom." And ran up the staircase. Donald balked at their compliance. "How did y-" "I'm the mom. I have powers you can never hope to posses. I had Duckworth set up the third east bedroom for you." "That's not necessary. I'll sleep in my boat like always." "No way am I letting my brother sleep in a hammock after a month on a desert island. You deserve a bed, mister." She pocked his chest. "No. I wa-" "Don't bother. You're too tired to argue with me." "Am not." "Are too." "Am not." "I'm home and you love me. Please do it. For me." She flashed him her doe eyes. Suspiciously like Louie's doe eyes. He glared. "You should've stayed on the moon." He grumbled good-naturedly. "Love you too. I'll be there in twenty to check that you haven't fallen asleep in the tub and drowned." "Always lookin’ out for me, aren't ya?" He said as he started up the stairs. "Someone's gotta." She closed the door before he could reply.

~~~ It was twenty-five minutes later and Donald was clean, dry and ready for bed. Except that he was waiting for Della and that made him feel like a kid so he anxiously paced the room even though he was much too tired for that. He fiddled with the curtains, closing them to keep the sun out of his room, it hadn't even set halfway yet. There was a knock on the door. "If you're decent don't answer and if you're dead please do." Della's voice said. Donald simply coughed. "Clever lad." She said, closing the door and leaning against it. "I wouldn't call those PJs decent, but at least you're clothed." They laughed at the barely funny joke because it was fun to laugh and better to do it together. "You good?" He asked. "Fantastic! You?" "Great. Still not tired." "Glad you're still as stubborn as ever." "You'd have to be to match those mischievous little imps." "I can't imagine." She grinned in a sheepish way but tried to hide it. "What is it Della?" "Nothing." "Uh-uh. Tell me." "It's a surprise, so no." "Oh sure." "Get in your bed and then you can have your surprise." He raised an eyebrow. "I better not be regretting anything when I wake up, if I wake up." "Oh you've enough things you regret, but this won't be up there." He got in bed and sat there with the blankets around him. "Hit me with it." "Mission go." She said to the closed door and then it flew open. "SURPRISE!!!" Three voices screamed as they leapt onto the bed and into Donald's arms. Damp feathers and colorful pajamas swarmed him as he fell back into bed, hugging his triplets. "Did we surprise you?" "Of course we did! Didja see his face? I shoulda gotten it on camera." "We're gonna sleep here tonight! With you!" "We're gonna make sure you go to sleep." "Cause we've missed you so much!" "Is that okay?" Donald smiled. "I can't think of anything better!" "It was Mom's idea, she arranged the whole thing too." Huey said from his snuggled position under Donald's arm. "Didn't want you getting lonely." Della said, suddenly looking small and lonely with the halls light streaming around her. "Thanks Dell. And Huey, Dewey and Louie." "Turbo." "It's very late." "Actually its-" "In India it's late. So bed it is." Huey furrowed his eyebrows. "But with that logic shouldn't-" "Get under the covers now and I'll sing you your lullaby." Della promised, promoting the boys to scramble madly for comfy spots. Huey settled on Donald's left, Dewey on the right and Louie behind him, hugging his uncle's arm. "We're ready!" "No! Dewey, get your leg out of my gut, it hurts." "No fighting! You'll upset Uncle Donald." "Okay, okay, we're good enough." Della smiled and started singing. Instinctively, Donald hugged his boys tighter at the sound of the familiar voice singing familiar words. He felt the boys's body's relax as the words seeped into them. Della looked at Donald over the heads of the boys as she sang, eyes saying countless words that made them both want to pour every emotion in the world out on each other. Donald hoped his boys would never feel like this with each other, never have to look in your twins eyes and feel shocked by how familiar they are. Della sang the final words and gave them all kisses on their foreheads, Donald included. "Goodnight Donald, Goodnight Huey, Goodnight Dewey, Goodnight Louie. I love you." "Goodnight Della." "Goodnight Mom." "See you in a few hours." "Sweet dreams! "You too my boys." And she shut the door. "Are we squeezing you too hard, Uncle Donald?" Huey asked in the sudden dark. "Nah. I'm good. Dewey, stop kicking Louie." "But he kicked me first!" "It wasn't on purpose! Geez." "Let's just try and relax." Donald tried to defuse the situation. "How about you each tell me one thing I missed over my trip? Then we'll go to sleep and we can talk more tomorrow." "Mom came back the same day you left." "Mom's so amazing! I can't believe you're related to her!" "I became richer then Uncle Scrooge." "Louie! We were all supposed to say Mom!" "I don't remember getting that telepathic memo." "That's cause we don't have telepathy, doofus!" "I'm working on it though!" "You can't work on it, you either have it or you don't. Tha-" "So, your Mom's homecoming was good?" "Really good. Uncle Scrooge cried a little. So did Mom." "And Louie!" "Shut up! It was just dust!" "I'm so happy for you guys." "We're happy for you to, Uncle Donald." "She's been a good mom? She hasn't had any practice, you know." "She's dweying great!" "You haven't been giving her any trouble, have you boys?" "Nope." "She's been giving us trouble." "In the form of adventure!" "Glad to hear it. Now, let's hear some snores." "Aw man, we're never gonna get to sleep now, why'd we even do this?" "Because we love Uncle Donald more then we hate his snores." "Thanks Huey." "You're welcome. Goodnight Uncle Donald! Goodnight Dewey! Goodnight Louie!" "Goodnight Huey! Goodnight Louie! Goodnight Uncle Donald!" "Goodnight Dewey! Goodnight Huey! Goodnight Uncle Donald!" "Goodnight Huey! Goodnight Dewey! Goodnight Louie!" He snuggled closer to his boys, kissing them each on their foreheads. They grumbled and giggled and slithered around, tugging blankets and shifting feet. Nevertheless, in a matter on minutes all four boys were asleep. ~~~ Sometime later, the sun was down but that didn't say much, Donald was woken up by a metallic clinking noise. He peered around the darkness of the room and found Della sitting on the edge of the bed, pajamas on and metal foot being removed. His left arm was asleep with Huey using it as both pillow and teddy bear, Dewey was sprawled like a starfish and Louie's fist was half in his beak, it appeared he hadn't grown out of that old habit yet. All three were soundly asleep in the way only children can sleep, slight whistles coming from their beaks destined to grow into deafening snores once puberty struck. Della turned around, startled slightly at Donald's awake eyes, and slid under the covers. Smiling slyly, she slid her hands under the nearest triplet, Louie, and pulled him to her other side. Now it was Louie, Della, Dewey, Donald and Huey all snuggled up tightly like a bunch of sardines in a box. Della gently reached her hand past Dewey's sleeping form and took her brothers hand. Smiling, they held hands in the dark. "Thanks for taking such wonderful care of them." She began in a whisper. "Happily." "I've been back for over a month, and I know how they are. No way it was 'happily'." "Of course it was happily. They were all I had left of you." Sighing, Della looked at the boys mournfully. "I'm sorry." "No, Dell, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you feel guilty. I'm such a dummy." He'd've smacked a palm to his forehead if both his hands weren't occupied "No. I'm sorry. For all of it. For leaving them. For leaving you. Leaving you and Scrooge stuck in that position and not thinking about the consequences an-" "Not now. We'll be crying and shouting and we'll wake them up. I don't want that for them." "Mommy and Daddy shouldn't let the kids see them fight. Right?" "Yeah. Wait- mommy and daddy?" "Well, now you've just made it awkward. Mommy and Daddy who also happen to be brother and sister in bed with their three pre-pubescent boys? Nothing weird here." "When has weird ever stopped this family?" "Never. And it won't stop us now." "Cause these ducks don't back down!" "These ducks will take on the world!" "Together." "Together." She gave his hand a gentle squeeze and absently ran her other hand through Dewey's hair. He shifted at the touch, legs kicking them both in the sides. Donald grumbled. "Our shins are gonna be sore tomorrow." "We'll handle it. Together." "Together." ~~~ They woke up with sunlight shimmering through a crack in the drapes, their boys having slithered out of bed some unknown time ago, shins sore and hands clasped. Together.

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A mom sleeping in the same bed as her three 10-year old boys? No prob. But when her brother is in that bed too? I dunno. But he’s basically the boys dad. (Does that make it better?) And they’ve all been separated for a decade.

Soooo… is this awkward or not?

Its defiantly complete self-indulgent fluff either way but is it awkward complete self-indulgent fluff? Aye, there’s the rub.

Also Webby fell asleep on the couch with Beakley and Scrooge. ALL SHALL CUDDLE TONIGHT BY MY WILL!!!!

I’d love to hear your thoughts on the awkward factor, it’ll help me with my future Duck-fluff. And BOY do I have Duck-fluff in store for you.

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If students from class 1A and 1B were part of the Riordanverse:

Tenya Iida: Son of Mercury, he never skips leg day. Never. Seriously, have you seen those legs? He could crush a car with those puppies! Or crush monster heads! Which he does do quite often! He doesn’t skimp out on upper body exercises either, but LOOK AT THOSE LEGS OF THUNDER!

Eijiro Kirishima: Son of Vulcan, his blood and skin are pure liquid gold, bronze and diamond he can infinitely harden for a period of time. It also obtains unnaturally sharp edges, and given his tendency to go hard when excited, he has made his friends frequent the infirmary for cuts and broken ribs.

Koji Koda: Son of Actaedon, he can talk with wildlife. He’s also a Legacy of Heracles, hence his size. His hugs are nice, war and gentle.

Rikido Sato: Son of Mars, this guy has a serious sweet tooth. He’s also surprisingly gentle for a guy that can decimate an opponent with a single hit.

Fumikage Tokoyami: Son of Erebos, he suffers from split-personality disorder, but it’s fixed nicely by his inner demon incarnate made of pure darkness he calls Dark Shadow. They have a strangely healthy relationship for a boy and his literal inner demon.

Toru Hagakure: Legacy of Iris, she can manipulate light around her to turn invisible or project bright flashes

Katsuki Bakugou: Son of Ares, with rage and instincts of war so strong and powerful he can convert his sheer rage into explosions in the palms of his hands. He generated more than one explosion with the explosive yield of a nuclear weapon in his life. How he hasn’t gone deaf yet is beyond most people, though he does still know a variety of sign languages.

Izuku Midoriya: A mortal, capable of seeing through the mist, was gifted the Spartan Spirit, a spirit formed by Kratos, Nike, Bia and Zelus, to protect humanity in its greatest times of need. He ends up breaking his bones an absolute shitton, and is a regular at the infirmary.

Class 1B:

Togaru Kamakiri: Son of Ceres, he likes farming tools. Especially ones with blades. That’s lead to him using all kinds of sickles, scythes (both farming tools and war scythes) and even a few lawn mowers, shovels, axes...

Itsuka Kendo: Daughter of Athena, she excels in critical thinking and a variety of martial arts. And knocking out her piers with precise attacks when they start to get exceptionally annoying.

Kinoko Komori: Daughter of Demeter, she has a soft spot for fungi and mushrooms. Which she can make grow rapidly. Very rapidly. She’s fun at parties.

Setsuna Tokage: Daughter of Ares, she’s actually been hurt pretty badly in one of her fights (she went on a Quest with Katsuki, and no, it wasn’t him who hurt her) and had to have automaton grafts to replace her limbs, a part of her lower jaw, her eyes and the muscles around her spine, along with parts of the vertebrae. Which she asked to be detachable and splittable in as many pieces as possible, which she can control telepathically and uses to troll other campers. A lot. Especially two certain sons of Vulcan.

Manga Fukidashi: No one knows what he is, they just know his head is a speech bubble and he can make anything he writes real.

Juzo Honenuki: Legacy of Gaia, he can virtually liquify the ground (does not work on metal or wooden floors). He trolls a lot with this ability. And I do mean a lot.

Kojiro Bondo: A golem? A person? His head makes it hard to tell whether he’s a demigod or a monster to be honest. And his glue-like spit doesn’t help much either.

#my hero memes #my hero academia #riordan universe #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #magnus chase #the kane chronicles

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snarksandsarcasm · 5 years ago

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World Trees and Akenash

It’s a big tree and a very fascinating one, too. It doesn’t have green leaves and it’s crown is small compared to the space its roots can inhabit. And it’s heart sits right there on the top, exposed to all sorts of elements, potentially, moving towards the sky as the tree grows.

Through its tree veins flows Amber, a golden sticky sap with many qualities. It comes in raw liquid amber, a distilled form fit for human consumption and a dried form.

Raw amber is acid and burns away human flesh (see young Aaron) and only elves and Styx/goblins can deal with that substance without any harm.

Distilled Amber seems to be used as a stimulant. It isn’t quite described what it does but it creates substance addiction. We know that guards yearn for it their boredom and possible loneliness in the tower and that Styx complains about the shared minds/thoughts. So consumption of Amber allows all users to share their thoughts. Like a magical Twitter. To the user this is all but a fantasy, so they just think anything (and we know how strange, exciting and disturbing thoughts can be) without constraint and find it enjoyable that others can join in their thoughts. If they substance users would talk to their peers, they would probably find out that they have in all reality shared the same thoughts, but I am sure that is beyond their understanding.

Dried Amber seems to be found widespread even after the Fall of Akenash. Another sign how big of a role the World Trees played in the environment of nature of this world in general. I imagine it to be a mix of a rubber and oil chalks. Brittle but also bendy. It’s like oil or rock minerals. Handling dried Amber doesn’t seem to cause any issues to humans. It can be brewed back into raw Amber and from that potentially into distilled Amber. Maybe it can be grated and further worked with to create explosives and to provide light and warmth.

The Tree seems to be a structure of twisted roots, stems and branches, intertwining and growing into a shape resembling a common tree. It is not quite as big as the Home Tree on Avatar, where it’s Navi people live in its giant structure, but certainly seems to have the same potential. Akenash’s tree is big enough for several such small levels, one of which is location for the final boss fight.

The roots are much larger than the rest of the tree. This may be the case for this particular World Tree as they ‘need’ to grow that long and large to find a place to take nutrients from. On the other hand, they don’t get anything from stone walls so what would those nutrients be in the first place? Certainly not water. Similarly the leaves don’t get any much light either, but how can we know the World Tree’s real potential if it’s looked up in a dark and dry place like this? Look at the initial cage structure to hold the tree in the picture. When we get to see the tree it has grown beyond and its roots reach into the lowest and darkest corners of the tower. In the roughly 40 years of Akenash’s lifetime. A big feat. Let this tree stand alone for 200 years and it will have outgrown the tower. Either way, it seems to live just fine without any much access to light or water. It does in fact deliver more to the outsides that it does consume in resources. It gives, it doesn’t take. The name ‘World Tree’ is a fair one. And if it’s not in such confinement it may just be a true and essential provider of life to all living beings.

The cocoons are marvelous. They are like large grapes growing from the roots here and there. Their cocoon wall is a see-through brittle substance but reusable. The human scientists refer to them as ‘embryos’ but I am not sure how accurate their understanding is. This would suggest elves grow from the Tree itself. But we also know elves where human once and we know how they reproduce (and SoD features both female and male elves). And looking how Styx was able to merely ‘rest’ in a cocoon and be ‘reborn’ … I see the cocoons more as rejuvenation and health pods. At any point any elve can rest in them to regain their health and retain their eternal life.

There are several World Trees but this particular one is the only one in human hands. One Akenash guard tells us as much. We know from OOAM that the humans occupy the centre part of the Iserian continent. In the North and West are the elves and dwarfs, the South is occupied by orcs, separated by a nice big wall. The East hasn’t been specified but I seem to imagine ocean for some reason. Styx left for an unspecified World Tree far away from where his Tribe lived. Upon finding himself changed he started his quest to undo the damage. Why not use the Heart of the Tree he studied? Why must he spend 200 years to ‘find’ the World Tree in Akenash? For some reason or other that previous World Tree wasn’t available to him anymore and he needed to locate another one with a functioning Heart. Musings for another time. Suffice to say, there ARE other trees, even more on the same continent, but they are not accessible to humans at this point.

It is not very easy to place all the races and determine their political positions. That would be musings for a different time. But we know that the humans don’t have access to any other World Tree, at least not unless they have good trade deals. So they protect their Tree and try to milk it as much as possible. Hence they built Akenash. It serves as a laboratory for Amber research and a factory for Amber resources.

Akenash was designed by Querberus, a human inventor. He refers to the tower as his masterpiece. It probably existed in his head for a long time before being used as a World Tree container and Amber factory. From my timeline attempts (I share them later) I figured that Akenash existed for about 40 years before falling. Orcs will build another tower in OOAM so I have little doubt they were also the main workforce for this one, too. Along with force-like magic in this world I can imagine such a massive structure was built in less time than we would think. Maybe a decade? Especially if Querberus is overseeing everything, knowing exactly what goes where, with the full support and resources provided by the human government for this project. Querberus went so far as even to design custom made, flying transport ships. Although, for that too, I am sure the inventor had some earlier prototypes at hand to finalize and perfect. From the final scene in MoS we can see the falling tower still sitting on a triangular patch of land, as if, some time prior, the whole tower lifted itself up from the ground. This may have been a desired result or an unexpected side-effect due to the powerful Tree housed inside the tower, we don’t know. That screenshot also suggest that the towers location was somewhere in a mountain range region.

We don’t know what else Querberus did before the tower of Akenash. But it seems his reputation is that of a Da Vinci even early on. He may have done many useful and practical inventions even before that at a younger age. He was a genius and it is a shame that after Akenash, he didn’t have the freedom to create many more projects. Shame on Aaron. (Side Note on the airships: They are designed with fire heating the air inside the balloon. I don’t think that is so effective, otherwise our Zeppelins would have functioned the same way …. but regardless of that, very little burning material is kept on the ship, unlike a whole coal wagon for early railway trains. I thus conclude that Amber might very well be used to keep the fire up one way or the other. I see it as a very essential, very powerful element full of energy in this world.)

We don’t get to see any females in the MoS game, for neither humans nor elves (whether the latter need them as such is also a question for another time). There are no family units or domestic areas. Therefore, the tower itself is a pure workplace, like an Off-Shore Oil rig. Shifts last for several months before one may return home. This applies to the humans and to the elves, although I can imagine the elves have less desire for intimacy with a partner than the humans do, when nothing really is private for the elves to begin with. But they may miss their original tribes and do their duty to this poor mistreated World Tree with honour and pride.

The infrastructure of the tower is massive. They have a library, a giant incinerator (does this keep the tower afloat?) and a huge prison complex. I think the humans had prisoners work on the tower construction itself and then in the tower to deal with the dangerous substance Amber and needed that area to house them all. Like a big prison/concentration camp. Only guards and high-end officials have the choice to go and work in Akenash.

Being vulnerable humans they can’t completely do their work without the help of elves. Styx referred to the last time humans died trying to extract the Amber from the roots of the Tree and reminds Barimen how the World Tree belongs to the elves, as a race. They have agreed to tend to the Tree on behalf of the humans. Hence the need for the elf ambassador to ensure good working conditions and to make sure the deal made is being adhered to. This also explains the human hatred towards the elves, who are here out of necessity, not nice company. And the elves don’t like the humans abusing a World Tree. Room for tensions!

We don’t know what exact Amber products are being made in Akenash. We see many containers full of raw Amber everywhere but that’s it. Considering the size of Akenash, there might be space to create huge items such as military weapons, vital airship engine parts or just silly little things such as light matches using an application of ground Amber on their tip. I guess this is another good topic for another time. Amber products!

Considering how much presence I give Amber in this world, the Fall of Akenash must have been devastating for the humans. Their primary source of Amber gone. Trading will continue and dried Amber is still largely available, but it’s not as convenient as having your own World Tree. But it’s consequences on politics and economics is something for another time. Especially as Styx suggested in the Intro that the World Tree is a big secret of the humans, hence all the locks and guards. But such a thing cannot entirely be kept secret. I can see how the government will not disclose it’s exact size/production capabilities etc to their citizens or trade partners but I am certain enough people know what Akenash is for. Why it took Styx so long to find this place? Good question. But we may equally ask why Styx went through such a pointless game anyway, considering he is strong enough to just go ahead to the Heart grabbing it. Hm.

Some questions I haven’t got an answer to:

Tree Reproduction

Is the Heart of the Tree a seedling? Do the new seeds sit in the glowing leaves in the crown? Does the tree bloom? Bear fruits? If it’s a tree this big, who does the pollination? Giant bees? Would it not be possible, that after the Fall of Akenash from the remains of the Tree a new one will grow? I would say that generally new trees are rare. There are many spread throughout the world, but I’d wager you can count them on two hands. If they’d grow like apple trees there would hardly be the need for the humans to put so much effort into guarding the one Tree they have.

Other Mutations

Humans mutated into elves many eons before. An Orc can mutate himself into a goblin within 2 decades. Roabies are mutated giant critters. So what else can and will mutate? Fruit flies? Little lizards? We haven’t seen anything else. Direct contact with raw Amber causes deformation and deterioration of tissue so that might be Cause Number 1. Digestion of distilled Amber seems to affect and open up the mind only. So really anything that has direct contact with raw Amber might change, which in actuality is less than what we think. Who would choose to do that? Death of the creature seems more like than the deformation.

#styx: master of shadows #my styx lore

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tigerdrop · 5 years ago

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ive been absolutely losing my mind this past week but today i have escaped the thrall of brain demons and i would like to show u a sneak peek of my geralt/jaskier sex pollen fic, Sacrificial Rites. (this part is safe-for-work tho.)

its roughly halfway done but this is all im comfortable sharing right now BYYEeee

It starts when Jaskier hears, in the near distance, something like a cannon firing. Well, if he were to think about it, actually, it starts some time before, in a little spit of a village to the north of the Temerian capital. Theirs is but a humble farming community, and it smells the part, which Jaskier reminds Geralt of. Frequently. But the air’s tinged with the smell of smoke, too, and the snow-dusted trees that knot themselves through the village are adorned with bright, multicolored muslin ribbons. Jaskier thumbs some of them as he passes by. Their coin purses are light, and there’s always something, somewhere, in need of slaying, and when a stream of young girls brushes past them, boughs clustered in their hands like bouquets, Jaskier suspects all he’ll have to do is join in whatever festivities are at hand and he’ll drum up work for them in no time. And by “them”, of course, he means Geralt. But that’s not the part he says out loud. True enough, it takes just one bawdy song about Geralt’s prowess at ghoul-slaying and lady-killing for someone in the local tavern to recognize him. A puffy-eyed man, calls himself something Jaskier can’t parse. Or pronounce. But his coin’s good, and Jaskier’s not yet had occasion to sing about the creature he describes - a cikavac, heavy on the sibilants; a gangling, bird-like thing that’s stealing the milk from their cows and the honey from their hives. Jaskier lets out a laugh. “Really? And what does a great big bird want with cow’s milk, anyway?” “Not for eating,” says the man, tugging at his mustache. His voice has a heavy accent, like the words are punched out of his mouth. “Cikavac works for someone. Maybe in another village, maybe someone here. Takes the milk back to them.” “Glorified theft,” Geralt mutters. “Well, what’s the bird get out of it, then? If it were up to me, I’d rather get to fly around, and sing, and, er, whatever else it is birds get up to. Preening? That sounds nice.” “That’s all you do anyway,” says Geralt, face stony, and he steers Jaskier away from the tavern by his shoulder. They almost bump into a woman and her children just outside. Jaskier shimmies past them, narrowly avoiding trodding on their embroidered skirts. “I’m deeply offended, Geralt,” he laments with a hand over his heart. “I’ll have you know, I’m a man of many skills and talents. Like… Oh! You wouldn’t happen to have any cherries on hand, would you?” “No,” he says, like this is obvious. “More’s the pity. I’ve got this fascinating trick of the tongue, you know. Lets you tie a knot in a cherry stem, no hands necessary. I picked it up from some ladies in Novigrad.” Geralt turns his head back to look at him, eyebrows raised, but doesn’t dignify that with a response. Doesn’t say much the rest of the afternoon, either. All Jaskier can squeeze out of him is a rudimentary description of the thing - gawky, uncomfortably humanoid, and bearing a long, narrow beak with a fleshy pouch where it keeps its spoils. “Like a pelican,” Jaskier supplies helpfully to no one but himself. There are preparations to be made, but Jaskier mostly tunes them out. More interesting is the smoke, growing thicker as they approach the outskirts of the village. Lot of torches for the middle of the day, he thinks, until they resolve themselves as effigies of cloth and straw, bedecked in dried husks and rudimentary skirts to give them the shape of a woman. Jaskier’s mouth closes mid-word. “Oh, that’s alright, then,” he starts up again, “they’re just setting a bunch of little girls on fire. No big deal. And— and then putting them out again. Sure. Seems a little counterproductive!” His voice breaks on the last word, coming out unnaturally loud. A handful of people glance his way. “Don’t be rude,” grunts Geralt. “Not looking to get chased out of town before I get paid.” “Geralt of Rivia, telling me not to be rude? My goodness. I guess I must be rubbing off on you.” Most of the participants gather around a creek that splits the town from the thicket. They cross its shallow waters between a group of boys taking turns to toss their own straw dolls into it. Back to their familiar rites: gathering herbs, laying traps, establishing a stakeout. Jaskier’s gotten quite good at it by now. He sings while he works, mindless things about sad women with lush black hair, so thick you could drown in it. Geralt tells him to knock it off. It only encourages him to give Geralt a winning smile as he cooks up another verse. They’ve got a nice little vantage point where the valley swells up into rolling hills, affording a decent view of the— of the— “Geralt, what’d that alderman call himself?” The witcher looks up from where he’s crushing seeds in a mortar. “Zduhać.” He mouths the word silently, and finds it cumbersome. Of Zduhać’s farmstead, then, where he’s kindly left his prized goat tied up this night for them to use as bait— “It’s a title,” continues Geralt. Jaskier blinks at him, surprised. “Means something like ‘dragon man’.” Of the zduhać’s farmstead, then. Glad they got that sorted out. “So, what, am I to believe that that old man killed a dragon? He didn’t seem much for that kind of thing. A bit too much gout, if you ask me.” “That’s not what it means.” Jaskier waits for a moment, but Geralt just keeps pounding his pestle. “And what, pray tell, does it mean?” he asks at last, as he crosses one leg over the other and rests his hands on his knee. Geralt keeps silent in a way that Jaskier has come to interpret as I don’t know, so don’t ask. Now, they wait. And wait. Geralt keeps his eyes peeled, as sharp as ever, but sometime after the moon rises high in the sky, Jaskier’s fingers stop strumming quite so fast. The air’s balmy and supple, ripe with moisture and the pollen of countless plants unfurling again, and he finds himself nodding off. Jaskier comes to all at once when he hears, in the near distance, something like a cannon firing. He clambers to his feet, against all reason, really, because the last thing he should do is make himself a bigger target for - for whatever that was from. His lantern’s been put out, enveloping the forest in darkness, and he is suddenly aware that he is alone. “Geralt?” he calls out to the trees. His voice warbles in a way he doesn’t like. There’s no response, but he’s sure that sound came from this way. Or maybe it was that way? Jaskier may be no witcher, what with those keen senses and all, but he is clever enough to follow the shuffling and rustling in the trees until he’s sure he isn’t just hearing things. It’s not until he’s well and truly lost track of where he started from that he stumbles through a cluster of flowering bushes, and with it, Geralt. What he should say is something like “Geralt!”, or “Geralt!”, or even “Thank goodness you’re alright!”, but instead what he says is, “Lords have mercy, you’re filthy,” because his eyes have a direct feed to his mouth that bypasses his brain entirely. Geralt’s hunched over and trying in vain to clean his face, covered as he is from head to toe in a translucent, yellowy slime. So is everything else in a ten foot radius. Geralt spits. “No shit.” “What’s— what in the world happened to you?” He steps forward gingerly in an attempt to avoid the mess. “Damned thing. It ate one of my pouches.” Jaskier draws upon his dabbling knowledge of witchery and alchemy to come to the conclusion that something inside it didn’t play nice with the cikavac’s insides. And now its insides appear to be its outsides. “Well, you’re not hurt, are you? Not missing any limbs, from what I can see.” “You’ll put me out of a job with observational skills like those,” says Geralt, unimpressed. He wrings a thick glob out of his hair. All that’s left of the poor beast is its beak, glossy, orange, and befouled with the same stuff. Jaskier lets Geralt pick it up himself. They can’t go back to town looking like this, or at least Geralt can’t, as Jaskier kindly reminds him. There’s a secluded bank downstream from the villagers and their celebrations. It’ll have to do. This, too, is another thing Jaskier’s gotten good at over the years. Scrubbing Geralt clean, that is. He knows which oils to keep on hand to best maintain Geralt’s hair, which salves to apply to all the places Geralt can’t reach, and which temperature Geralt likes the best when they’ve got a choice in the matter. Things that should be degrading. Beneath a man of his stature. ‘Should’ isn’t often found in his vocabulary, however. His fingers knead through Geralt’s hair to coax the last of the slime out of it. It has an odd texture, not unlike a whisked egg, although he’s to understand it’s just a foul mixture of honey, milk, and assorted intestinal fluids. Muscle memory takes over. The rote nature of it quiets a buzzing in him. It’s the same buzz that makes him turn rhymes over in his head, over and over, keeping him from a good night’s sleep unless he’s worn out or fucked out. Hence his predilection for the finer things in life - wine, women, washing. Geralt’s kind of like a cat, Jaskier thinks idly, how he leans into the firm drag of Jaskier’s fingernails against his scalp. It’s hard to beat back a smile. Those eyes of his, normally beady slits, balloon in the dim moonlight. Jaskier pushes down on his shoulders to get him to submerge himself. He goes easily, lingering under the surface for a moment, where his silver hair hangs suspended around him in a filmy cloud. Then he bursts back through the surface like a quenched sword, hot and steaming. Maybe there was something to those strange rituals after all.

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #fanfiction #writin stuff #my goal is to have this done in a few weeks........Wish Me Luck

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #302

“heaven ain’t close in a place like this”

What color are your eyes? Grayish blue. What's your favorite type of milk? If we're talking the basics, ig 1% is fine. What would you change about your appearance if you could? Oh, hunny, you got time for an essay? What would you change about your bedroom if you could? I need to fucking finish decorating it... It's not finished by no fault but my own laziness. Are you rich or poor? We're definitely pretty poor. Are you double jointed? I don't think so. What's the most physically painful thing you've ever experienced? I once had a large infected cyst that had to be drained by applying pressure to it, and I swear to Christ I don't know how I didn't faint. They gave me morphine and multiple numbing shots, but none of that did SHIT. I'm not even embarrassed by the fact I was shrieking and sobbing and swearing because I'm pretty fucking sure any sane person would've cried out many times. I'm convinced they either didn't numb me enough for someone of my size back then, or I should've just gone under for it. I have no words for how painful it really was. Do you like shots? Uh, given that nobody LIKES getting a shot with a needle, I'm going to assume you mean like, taking shots of alcohol, in which case I've never tried, but I can almost absolutely guarantee you I'd hate them. I hate the taste of alcohol (hence why I only drink sweet and weak stuff), sooooo, I've got my doubts I'd enjoy something so potent. Are you afraid of spiders? Yes and no? Small ones don't tend to get to me, and I LOVE tarantulas. Big spiders are absolutely fascinating and I love *watching* them, but if I was surprised by a sudden spider, I'm going to probably cry out and jump/scramble away. But on a real note, respect your spiders, whether they scare you or not. They are so important to the ecosystem. See one in the house, take it outside if you can. Have you ever had an allergic reaction to something? To some earrings, yes. I have to wear ones that don't have silver in them. Do you like to read? Yeah, but not nearly as much as I did as a kid. I'm even slacking on WoF lately... Do you know what your purpose in life is? *SLAMS FISTS ON TABLE* BITCH I WISH I KNEW What's something you would like to improve at? Not being a socially anxious catastrophe. Do you believe you have great potential? Everybody does. You just have to use it. What is the most beautiful scenery you have ever beheld? Probably the mountains when driving to Tennessee. Or New York? I really can't recall either so clearly as to have a favorite. Are you flexible? Noooot anymore. Back in my WiiFit days, I was a gotdamn snake. List a song lyric that you like. Oh Jesus, don't make me think. Uhhhhh there's so many. Flipping through artists in my head with lyrics I tend to love, there's Otep with: "hey, hey, NRA, how many kids did you kill today?". Simple, but spine-chilling to me. Huh, time to listen to it actually, lol. That song murders me with the goosebumps. Do you meditate? No; I can't. You can't tell me to "free my mind," man. It's way too hectic at all times up there. What's one place you've been to that you want to visit again? I'd love to go back to Chicago one night when I actually learn how to do nighttime urban photography. What's one place you want to go that you've never visited before? I always answer "South Africa" to questions like this, so for variety's sake, I'll say the Bahamas. But a conspiratory bitch is afraid of the Bermuda Triangle, so... lmao. What's your favorite type of tree? I like big, impressive weeping willows. How many times have you seriously injured yourself? Only two occasions I can think of immediately. Maybe there's more, but idk. Did you attend Sunday School as a child? Yeah, even though I hated it. What is the longest your hair has ever been? Maybe a little passed the small of my back? What about the shortest? (not including being a toddler or baby): How it is now and has been for a couple years: shaved short on the left side, and it transitions to a length near my chin as you go to the right. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? No. Are/were you in the school band, and if so, what instrument did you play? I did, and I played the flute. I'd choose the saxophone if I could go back. Who does the grocery shopping in your household? Well, it's just Mom and me, so her. If you were to donate to charity today, what would you donate to? One that focuses on ovarian cancer for Mom. What is your favorite card game and when was the last time you played it? Even though I was never great at it or knew every single rule, "Magic: The Gathering" is honestly really fun, and I loved looking at the card art. I haven't played it since I was with Jason, so at least five-six years. Would you consider yourself to be good at spelling and grammar? Yeah, but I've somehow gotten worse with time???? I question the spelling and tenses of words I write a lot. What is your favourite seasonal candy? (only available at certain times): Probably like, chocolate rabbits. NOT hollow. Way to break my heart. Or gingerbread cookies. What was the last chocolate bar you ate? I think a Hershey's? It was a while ago. Who was the last person you talked to on Skype/video chat? I was in a Zoom session with multiple people for my partial hospitalization program. Have you ever dreamt about sleeping with someone other than your partner? If so, did that make you feel embarrassed? I've never had a dream like this while in a relationship. The last time you had butterflies in your stomach, what was the reason? I have no idea. Has anyone told you that they miss you recently? No. Has anyone ever asked you out or told you that they liked you, and you rejected them? Can you explain why you didn’t like, or didn’t feel attracted to that person? There was this one guy in the 4th grade who asked me if I would go out with him so much it almost became like a joke. I just... didn't like him like that. Then there's Juan; I'd just been warned that he had a bad rep by a very reliable adult, and the idea of dating him was kinda... intimidating anyway. Plus he was a smoker, which was and still is a no-no for me. What part in a movie would you love to play? The clinically insane villain or something because I feel with my history, I could channel that very well IF I actually wanted to act in the first place. What piece of furniture have you replaced the most? The couch. What’s the best part of your favorite movie? When Simba walks up Pride Rock in the rain and roars and all the lionesses join in. Chilling. What do you think is the most over-rated candy ever? Candy corn is repulsive. What was the highlight of your day? My mom was raving to one of my therapists in the PHP about my art and how badly she wants me to just get everything out there. I was smiling really big but looking down with how shy but also flattered it made me. Do you know anyone who is anorexic? I don't think so. Who has hurt you the most this year? Ha, myself. What's the last insult someone said to you? Hm. How much did your car cost? N/A What is the last picture you received on your phone of? Uhhh Mom mighta sent me a meme or Sara showed me a drawing someone made of Suriza, I think. Have you ever let someone go because you thought they deserved better? No, though I've felt that way before. Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now? I'm still not over the fact Dad was a druggie before me and my sisters, apparently. It's almost like... hurtful in some weird way? Idk exactly why, it's just something I know I feel. What do you hear right now? I have Motionless In White's cover of "Somebody Told Me" playing in another tab. Do you do anything to help the environment? I do what I can as someone who isn't financially independent and reliant on another person for transportation. I won't litter for anything (and this includes shit like letting balloons go in the air, fucking stop), I'm trying to use my metal straw always in place of plastic, and to use less plastic bags, I try to spread out the times I clean Roman's litterbox to a few days; not to the point it's disgusting or uncomfortable for him, of course, though. Three days without is pretty much max. When's the last time you did something you knew was wrong? Ha, a little while ago... I was trying to avoid eating the two last biscuits Mom made for dinner 'cuz I really gotta lay off the carbs, but Mom "joked" that "it's your birthday, you get to do whatever you want," so I kinda just said fuck it lmao. Do you think that you have a pretty smile? No, because my eyes squint badly, and I also hate my teeth. When's the last time you cried over a guy? A few days ago a little bit, actually. I was reminiscing too much and recalling some of the warmest memories. Are you scared to lose the person you fell the hardest for? I already did. Oh well. Is there someone you wouldn't mind kissing right now? Yep. Do you have any friends that actually model? No. Do you care about the last person you kissed? A fucking lot. Do they care about you? Yes. Is there someone you wish you were with right now? Yes, just because of past birthday memories. I keep hoping a "happy birthday Britt" pops up in my FB messenger, and I hate myself for it. Have you ever imagined how it would feel kissing a certain someone? I legitimately just huffed in humor, guess, lmao. What are the bad things you've heard people say about you? That I'm a martyr, going nowhere, lazy, not trying hard enough, y'know, all that good stuff. Do you flirt a lot? Definitely not. What phrase or saying do you use the most? Probably "oof" lol. What mood are you in right now? I'm doing pretty all right. Kinda dreading Miss Tobey coming over, mean as it is, but I just... don't wanna deal with her and her judgments on my birthday. But I'm looking forward to seeing my sisters, and therapy went very well. Have you ever kissed someone that was high? No. Do you have a good relationship with your mother? Yep. How many exes do you have? I only consider two exes "serious," as I've only been in two deep and long-term relationships, but if we're counting everyone who's had the label of "boyfriend" or "girlfriend," there's six. Do you want to be single or with someone? Ugh, I don't know. It's probably better I don't 'til I figure my shit out, but I really do miss the companionship a lot. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because I love her and I was leaving her at the airport. Does your mom think you’re a virgin? She doesn't know for the same reason I don't, really. I think she leans towards I am, but idk. Is there someone that wants you to give them a second chance? I don't know. What size bra do you wear? Uhhh I genuinely don't buy bras enough to know this exactly. C-something. Does the person you last kissed still like you? I don't know if she still like-likes me. Are your parents still together? Noooo. Was your first time good or bad? I dated an Italian, if u kno what I mean. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Which friend-turned-enemy do you miss the most? Colleen, sometimes. Have you ever used an epi pen, and it worked? I have not. What is on your top priority list for today? Make this fuckin' day for me. I'm trying to not let the depression sink in and make me feel worthless on today of all days. So I'm trying to stay in a positive headspace. Do you own any sand art in a jar? Omg, those are so cool! But no. Does the sun come in your window in the morning or at night? Not really; there's houses in the way. What was the last piece of art you created? A drawing of a meerkat with its mouth open angrily, done with colored pencils, against a black background. It's on my second dA. What time of day do you take medications? I have prescription meds for when I wake up and at bedtime. What's your newest hobby you've started? A new hobby? Huh... What are some things you wanted to do that your parents didn't let you do? They wouldn't let us stay home alone until a certain age, we had a timer on the TV at bedtime to shut off after a while, we weren't exposed to certain music or shows, no cursing... stuff like that. What YouTube channels do you recommend? This is a BAD question to ask me, 'cuz I could just about recommend channels for just about any niche. I watch soooooo many. What is your favorite day of the week? Tuesday, because it's reset day in WoW, haha. Meaning, I get to do my stupid mount farming raids again for the week. Blackhand, gimme your FUCKING clefthoof already. Ballet or cheerleading? Ballet is beautiful. What are your favorite sports to watch? Only dancing, really. Were you ever in the marching band? No. Which holiday has the best decorations, in your opinion? My contrasting aesthetics make this hard, haha. I love Christmas with all the beautiful light displays people can make, but let's not sleep on Halloween, y'all. I loooove Halloween decor, like c'mon, that's where I get shit for my room year-round, lmao. What do you want to be known for? It'd actually be kinda cool if I built up some sort of rep in the vulture culture community with my photography of roadkill. For how few shots I actually have on there and minimal interaction, my Instagram for it is doing quite well, if you consider those factors. They've gotten some pretty decent attention on dA, too. I would love for people to know why I do it though, of course: awareness and respect for the animal's life. How often do you wear make-up? Almost never nowadays. Think of the person you are jealous of...what are you jealous of them for? She's actually making a career out of her photography. Do you have art that you made in high school? Oh, plenty. Do you have trauma in your past? *clears throat* take a fuckin seat Favorite type of frosting? Chocolate. Have you ever tried cake decorating? No. One of my sisters is actually one, though! She's great at it. What clubs are you a part of? None. What was your favorite book that you had to read for school? The Outsiders. 6th grade, to be exact. Do you like to read classics, or do you usually read new arrivals? I don't prefer one over the other, honestly. Were you a big partier in college? No, I never partied. Is your college one you would recommend? My most recent one, fuck yes. They're amazing and care so deeply for their students. Would you go camping in the woods alone? Yikes, no. Would you name your kids after anyone? If I had a son and I had my way with the name, he would be named after the Most Selfless Man in the World, Damien from WKM. :'''''( Do you have any supernatural gifts? No. Are there any good churches in your town? You're asking someone who has a bad relationship with religion. Do you want an indoor or outdoor wedding? It really depends on the season and venue my spouse and I pick. Do you think you would be a good salesperson? HEEEEEEEEEEEELL NAW fam. I ain't pressuring people to buy shit.

#survey #surveys #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''somebody told me'' by motionless in white

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tenthdoctor-allonsy · 6 years ago

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How about a Tony lives fic?? 😭

Where do we go, now that we won?

Summary: After winning the battle against Thanos, whatever it took, the Avengers need to get back on track with what’s supposed to be their lives now and pay their respect to the ones that passed away. As they deal with consequences, some of the original decide it’s time to settle and to let the new generation step up.

Chapter 1: Tony

“Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way. Maybe this time. I’m hoping if you play this back… it’s in celebration. I hope families are reunited. I hope we get it back, in somewhat like a normal version of the planet has been restored, if there ever was such a thing. God, what a world. Universe now. If you told me 10 years ago that we weren’t alone, let alone you know to this extent… I mean, I wouldn’t have been surprised. But come on, you know. That epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play. And for better or worse, that’s the reality Morgan’s going to find a way to grow up in. So I found a private area to record a little greeting in case of an untimely death on my part. Not that death at any time is ever timely.”

The holographic image of Tony Stark was playing from his Iron Man helmet while Pepper, Morgan, Rhodey, and Happy were sitting in the couch watching it. Tony’s voice was the only one in the room until a screen appeared right next to it, and the face on the screen was the same in the hologram.

“Why are you all watching this? This was supposed to be an afterlife message, but I’m still not done with life. Or trying to, at least. Hence, it’s supposed to be a private thing.”

Everybody standing in the room opened a smile. “We didn’t know you were awake,” Pepper answered.

“I think whatever it is that you gave me, go get some more because the pain is starting to kick in.” He tried to smile over the pain but only got to show them a grimace.

His wife quickly stood up. “I think Nebula left us some more of that cocktail…” She left to another room and came back with a plastic bag on her hands. Inside, there were some tubes with a colorful and gooey liquid. “Rhodey, can you get in touch with her again so she can bring us some more?”

“Sure thing.” James Rhodes nodded and stood up as both the screen and the hologram turned off. “You think he’ll be okay by Friday?”

“We hope so… but he’ll figure out a way to be there.” She shrugged and went up to the stairs. Rhodey gave Morgan a kiss in her head and said goodbye to Happy as he went out.

As the engines of Rhodey’s car started, Pepper was entering her room where her husband rested in the bed. The whole room has been taken by a lot of machines and medical equipment, balloons, flowers and drawings from friends and Iron Man fans as the word about the battle got out. There was a lot of praise from the public when people thought Iron Man was dead, and the whole family is having a hard time leaving the house due to the paparazzi and the press all over the streets nearby. It was still hard for her to see Tony in the way he was, but at least he was still alive. She could take that, and she was thankful enough that her daughter would be able to grow with her father around.

Tony was lying on the bed, his injuries all over his body. His right side was dark and burned due to the damage caused by the infinity stones, and even though it was slightly getting better from the medicine, his situation was still pretty bad. It was stressful enough for her to see him that way and know that she could do nothing about it, but she knew what he did was a necessary move to take it away from Thanos.

Every time Pepper closed her eyes she could see it all again. Thanos standing there, staring at Tony as he raised his hand with the gauntlet. For a brief couple of seconds, she froze, paralyzed in horror for what Tony was about to do. She knew he was going to die even before her mind could put a rational explanation to that. At that moment, her mind put all the power of the suit to the thrusters to get to him as fast as she could, but Wanda got to him first, blasting the gauntlet with her power while another blast came from a distance, where a dizzy Carol Danvers seemed to send all she had to the same place, barely holding on after being beaten down with one of the infinity stones by Thanos.

Somehow their powers combined - which had similarities to the stones - managed to hold its energy stable enough for the snap. The three of them survived, but they all fell down in the battlefield, their lives hanging by a thread. Wanda was sent to Wakanda to recover, Carol was taken to another planet so she could restabilize her powers, and Tony was finally at home after spending some days in the ICU, receiving help from Shuri and T’Challa and a medicine cocktail from outer space, carefully collected and brought by Nebula, the blue robotic woman who got to spend some days with Tony in space.

So many new people, but thanks to them, Pep could sit in the bed, look at the man she loved and have him look back at her with a weak smile. “How are you holding up?” She asked, resting her arm on his arm with care.

“I’ll be up as soon as you realize. Promise.”

She laid a kiss on his forehead. “Take your time.”

“How’s Maguna?” He asked.

“Oh, she saw me flying on that suit and is dying for me to let her do the same. The apple never falls far from the tree, I guess.” She chuckled. “But she.. we are fine. You have nothing to worry about.” She put her hand on her neck and finished the sentence with a sigh, quickly standing up again and going to the machine that was closer to the bed.

“I know that look, Ms. Potts…” Tony followed her with his eyes as she prepared the medicine he was going to take. The pain was taking over once again, so he was actually grateful she was taking care of him. As she always did. “You don’t have to do it all alone. I don’t want you to.”

“I know, Tony… I- it’s a lot to process and there’s a lot of things to do. Someone needs to do them.”

“Pep, please. Don’t take it all by yourself. You… I wish I could help you, but there isn’t much I can do in this bed.” He meant to speak louder and maybe quicker, but the pain didn’t let him continue talking a blue streak. “Please, honey, take care.”

Pepper held his hand after quickly checking the monitor as his heart rate went up and the beeps of his vital signs were faster. “I will. Don’t worry, baby. I promise you.” She caressed the left side of his face, stroking her thumb on his cheek. “Now, you need to rest.”

Tony nodded as the medicine entered his veins, his smile was faint as his face showed how tired he was.

“When is it Nat’s…” He let the words fall, but it wasn’t sure it was due to physical or emotional pain.

“On Friday.”

“ Excuse me, ma’am.”

They both smiled once they heard the AI’s voice. “No, I wasn’t talking about you, Friday.” Pepper stood up, putting her hair behind her ears.

“ Your daughter is trying to reach some cereal in the kitchen. It is highly probable that she’ll end up injured by items there are likely to fall from the shelves above.”

“Oh, shit.” She threw a kiss to her husband and ran downstairs. “ Morgan! ”

#tony stark #avengers endgame #avengers endgame spoilers #fix it fic #fix it avengers endgame #endgame fix it #tony stark fanfic #steve rogers #captain america #tony stark/pepper potts #pepperony #stucky #steve rogers/bucky barnes #morgan stark #tony stark x daughter!reader #carol danvers #post-avengers endgame #fanfic request

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a-spell-a-rebel-yell · 5 years ago

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and then, I’m up with the birds

Title: and then, I’m up with the birds

Rating: G

Genre: slice of life

Word count: 2,101

Summary: who would ever thought a stranger could give you so much insight on your life, on the first time you met them?

Author’s Note: hello, surprise! i might haven’t found anything better as a greeting, but at least this time my post is a fic (!!!) and posted early haha. it’s just me trying to ponder about stuffs and exercising my writing skills. as usual, everything is un-beta-ed, so expect typos/grammar error hehe. this work is loosely based on Coldplay’s song Up With the Birds, hence the title. also you might’ve noticed i always use ‘he’ and ’she’ as my characters, it’s just me being lazy and couldn’t find names for my characters, ‘he’ and ’she’ used only to differentiate Character #1 and Character #2 lol. hope you guys like this one, have a nice weekend :-)

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That Sunday afternoon, clouds finally released the last droplets it held, signaling the typical fresh, earthy fragrance that always came visiting after the shower of rain. The apple red bench he was sitting on felt like a contrast to both the murky sky and lake, a shining distraction.

A lot was what he had in his heart and mind, taking every bit of his sanity—the burden of his everyday life, the stacks of problem that seemed to follow him around, the nightmares that stained his memories. Each syllable of his thoughts was heavy, dragging him down in his every move.

Then a voice interrupted his silent mourning.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

He hadn’t noticed he got company. This stranger—a woman probably in the same age as him—must had had materialised from thin air then sat next to him or something, he reckoned. She had her sleepy eyes looking forward and her voice dreamy, almost as if it was a boat floating gently following the stagnant waves of the sea of nowhere. Everything about her felt familiar to him, as if he had known her for so long. Even so, the current situation creeped him a bit.

Every atom of his body wanted to just scream at her to keep her nose out of people’s business. But before he could do so, he heard himself reply in a flat tone, “Living does no good for me.”

“Why is that so?” She asked, tone still kept light and warm.

The more he heard her talk, the easier the words roll out of his tongue, despite the moroseness and despondency behind what they truly meant. The tone she used somehow managed to lull him into a sense of security. Not that much for him to tell all of his deepest secrets, but just enough to give an impression that she wouldn’t mind him spilling whatever was clogging his mind—no matter what it was about. “The world no longer means anything to me.”

“Have you ever listened to the way the birds talk?” She inquired, her head slightly tilting to one side. Only at this moment did she turn to look at him, her eyes boring into his, imploring.

The sudden change of topic morphed his eyebrows into a frown. It slightly caught him off guard. “Birds don’t talk. They chirp.”

“Same difference.” She shrugged nonchalantly, a thin smile rising on her face.

“Well—uh, maybe,” he stuttered at last, after some time of left in daze by the first time he saw her smile. It also might have smoothen out his frown. “Maybe, I suppose. What do they talk about then, these birds?”

“The birds they say, at the break of day, start again,” she replied, in time with a flock of bird hovering above them. “I heard them say.”

“Couldn’t it be a more easier instruction?” He blurted out, unable to stop his cynical side to think how ridiculous what she just said was. “Starting again each day… That’s one hell of a task.”

“I know…” She trailed, eyes on the distance again. But in the next second she sent her stare back at him along with a hearty laugh. “It’s so hard to just walk away, isn’t it.”

For that one, he could only hum in agreement. He watched her for a while. Her contagious laughter almost made the corner of his mouth curl up. Almost.

He was about to continue retelling his misfortunes eating up his life, but she got there first.

“The birds they say, all a choir,” she jammed her eyes shut, as if she was trying hard to grasp the sand of her memories between her fragile fingers. “Start again, a little higher. It feels like a spark in a sea of grey.”

He felt content, somehow. Though he wasn’t sure whether it was because of the sudden breeze of wind sweeping over them, or the things she just told him. Either way, he didn’t think of how absurd what he just heard was this time, to his surprise.

Something pulled his attention in from his peripheral vision. It was the bright reflection of the sun on the surface of the murky lake hitting his eyes. “That’s not true. I’ve tried everything…” he muttered, "it never worked."

“Look up, the sky is blue, isn’t it? Even after all that rain,” she pointed out, almost as if she was ignoring what he said. She leaned back, eyes inspecting the mile high sky. “Dream that lie until it’s true. Keep on trying.”

He followed suit. He didn’t even realize the sky gradually turned into its charming azure blue again. He never realized it did so after the heavy rain stopped. He inspected her again in silence, almost speechless at how she managed to give him reasonable, adequate answers consecutively.

Still, he digressed. “I never believed in that. Looks like life has its ways to prevent me from acquiring what I made every effort for."

"Then take back all the punches you threw,” she replied simply, this time folding her arms across her abdomen, as if ready to take a light nap. “Put away all of your expectations and guesswork on how you want things to work out or suspicions on what will happen if you do or don’t do something… life has its own grandiose scheme of things, so just go for it anyway.”

“It’s not like tomorrow brings a new, clean slate for me. I’m too polluted to begin with. I’ve done worse things, some mistakes I can’t just withdrew from easily,” he murmured, voice just below a whisper, "things I regret that I can never forget.”

“Have your arms turned into wings yet?” She asked, again seemingly to take no notice of what might be implied from what he said. She straightened herself up, back on staring at him.

“I don’t have wi—” he abruptly stopped himself once he realized what she really meant, a look of confusion furrowed his eyebrows once again. Was he hearing things, or was she mildly insane? But the solemn look on her face told him otherwise. “Excuse me, what?”

“Have you learned from your wrongdoings yet?” She elaborated. The words would have sounded interrogatory and judging, if it wouldn’t for her soft voice and amused expression on her face. "Have you own up to your mistakes and grown out of it yet?”

That stops him on his track once more. Though for the first time, he didn’t know what to answer. Had he?

“Like you, I did some awful deeds and fell into that dark, catastrophic abyss. But I crawled out of it and has rebuilt myself since. I evolve,” she went on. She had her fingers adjoined at the thumb, impersonating bodiless wings. "Like the birds, my arms turn into wings.”

Lots of questions circulating in his mind, but all he could muster out was the one that had been weighing his heart down. “But don’t you feel—“

“Remorse? Guilt? Shame? Pangs of conscience?” She supplied, grinning. “Oh yes I do. Or did. But you know, all those clumsy things sent me up to this wonderful world. No matter how cruel it has been to me.”

Her guesses hit way too close to home for him. It was like thrusting the dagger deeper into his already bleeding heart. He dwindled, “I don’t—I’ve never thought of it that way."

“‘Course you haven’t,” she laughed again. She nudged his arm gently with the tip of her elbow. "Sometimes we all need someone else’s perspective to help us see things and it’s fine.”

“I guess so.” He laughed along, unbelieving he just did so, even more to hear it rang with bona fide cheer. It felt… relieving. Each exhale of breath felt as if it duplicate that deflation of a balloon, lowering the pressure in his chest.

“And that’s how I deduced it,” she added, "all that happened and all the people I met, good or bad, they carved the pathway that lead me to where I am today.”

The odds where he crossed paths with her seemed to be astronomical, nearly fairytale-like, yet here they were sitting side by side. He glanced at her again. “Like how you did for me today.”

She returned the gesture. “Like how you did for me, too.”

They laughed again in unison. They hadn’t moved for slightest bit from their seats at the red bench, though there were lots that changed. The sky was clear, no cloud to be found, the gust of wind that occasionally came ruffled the leaves of the trees, the comfortable silence that was only intervened once in a while by the sound of the lake’s ripples, the cool air the after-rain brought along slipping through their coats, all harmonically created a relaxed ambience. Especially what he and she had between them, from where they stand on the common ground, they had stacked the first stones of a bond.

“How can it be so easy for you?” He uttered suddenly once their laughter died down, querying. Without knowing, he got too intrigued more than he let on. “To accept it all?"

“Little birds are pushed from their nest by their mothers for them to let go and train their wings how to fly. Life pushed me out of my comfort zone and I see it as a sign I have to let go of the past and move on,” she explained, her index finger moving in such elegance, drawing her words in front of their eyes. “And then, I’m up with the birds.”

He mulled the words over. As much as his basic instinct told him not to trust strangers he just met, she made sense more than anyone he had ever met in his life. For the past half an hour, she lifted the shroud that once covered his eyes for all his life, she made him see what he couldn’t before.

His curiosity went further. It got him to let slip and ask what he truly wanted to know, what he truly feared. “After all this time, after everything, has life treated you fair since?”

“You fully well know the answer to your own question.” She said with a smile still, though it came as a wistful one this time.

He witnessed with his own eyes the way her smile was dissolved out of its genuineness. That made him understand more than words would ever do. “It hasn’t.”

She gave a dry laugh, nodding. “Life will never change for us. It changes us—regardless whether we accustomed ourselves to it or not. Might have to go where they don’t know my name, float all over the world just to see him again…”

Even without him listening to what she said, he could fathom what she was trying to put out. Because he heard it in her voice, crystal clear: the heartache masked under yearning hope for what might have been for loved ones lost a long time ago.

But then he saw it—a shadow of a grin plastered on her face that he wasn’t aware of before—and he understood. “There’s something else, isn't it?”

“A plot twist?” She feigned innocence, though a moment later a wide smile that exploded on her face gave her away. "Yes.”

“A real game changer, I bet,” he chuckled. Only by then he could put a word to what he felt towards her: amazement. Thinking back, if he was the boat, she undoubtedly was the raise on the waves that calmed his mind. “Do tell me."

“In defiance of it all, I won’t show or fear any pain. Whatever is waiting for me will happen and I’ll meet it when it does,” she declared valiantly, undeterred. "Even though all my armor might rust in the rain. Onward I’ll march, relentlessly.”

Seeing is believing, they said. And boy, did he really see it, that action indeed spoke volumes more than words ever would, sheer will mixed with happiness splayed all across her face features: her smile so radiant and eyes gleaming with determination, making her face aglow.

Still, he had to ask—he just wanted to hear her say it, for the curse to be broken for once and for all, and for him to be free at last. “How are you so sure about it?"

As if she deciphered what he truly meant, behind his intent gaze, she spoke again in a much reassuring, gentler tone. “A simple plot, but I know one day good things are coming our way.”

Unconsciously, as a smile rose on his own face, he chanted the magic words. “A simple plot, but I know one day good things are coming our way."

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poethyst-spissatus · 4 years ago

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"It's Not a Big Deal," He Said

Stacks of shelves are arranged neatly as they are skyscrapers standing still side-to-side. Between the shelves, an aisle with sufficient lighting shows a way leading to something shining from afar. The main attraction of the room is centered right in front of the shelves. The rolls of tissues are arranged nicely like a pyramid. The peak of the tissue mountain waves like a waving flag with a tag "Discount 50% each."

The ornaments are pretty. The sparkling lights from the sign welcome from the distance attract people to come deeper to the store. On the right side, there is a huge love-shaped balloon. In front of the big balloon, there is a small willow tree covered with small lamps hanging on its leaves. There are also fairies hanging on each branch nurturing the young leaves that started to grow. There are boxes of gifts wrapped beautifully with the ribbon on its top. The boxes vary from the small ones to the big ones. One box is opened with the position lying on the ground. On the back of it all, there is a spacious open floor layered with fake grass on it. Young kids are playing around, surrounding the fake cabin on the corner.

Those ornaments do not sit like that every day. It looks like today's ornaments represent today's celebration; hence, the ornaments are marvelously decorated, wholeheartedly.

On the left side, there are cashiers with the employees, taking things and scan them one by one. The queue is long, yet none seems annoyed or disturbed by the time they have to wait. They just don't care about their surroundings. All they care about is their groceries–go back home–decorate everything for this special day.

Here I am standing next to him. Surrounded by the trolleys, we stand between the shelves of the supermarket with a stunning decoration inside out.

"You ready?"

My forehead wrinkles as it shapes hills between my eyebrows "Ready for what?" I asked, confused.

"Fun," pupil inside his hazel eyes widen followed by a raise of his eyebrows.

I look around the shelves, "You mean fun?" my eyebrows raise and I don't realize that I smirk a little.

His smiles ear-to-ear, "Yes," he nodded "fun" his eyebrows raise again, smiling.

I chuckle a little "Okay," I continue, "what are we gonna do first?"

"Hide and seek in the aisle?" he asks.

"Sure!"

"The one who arrives late to that pyramid will be the one who looks for another with eyes closed"

"Deal!"

"One..." we start to count "...two…" "–three!"

I run as fast as I can. His unbeatable speed makes me speechless. Run like a cheetah, silent as an owl. He is one meter ahead! As a competitive person, the way he run gets on my nerves. I have to win this race, I murmur. I run as fast as I can. The shelves behind me like running in the opposite direction as I go. The wind collides against me as my run goes lightly. I don't realize that I almost reach the pyramid, surpassing him, surprisingly.

"YEAY!" I shout proudly "You can't beat me up–"

"Watch out!" he shouts at me, who am running while looking at my back, not focusing on what in front of me.

I hit the pyramid. The pyramid falls into pieces.

"Ouch,"

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"No, I'm–"

"–who's responsible for this mess?!" An old woman in her fifty comes to us with a furious glare, striking our innocent eyes.

"I– I –am, I'm sorry I didn't mean–"I speak fluttery as I try to rise up from the mountain of tissue rolls with the hand of my friend. I feel that he is frightened as I do, but somehow he manages to put himself together.

"Come to my office," she said firmly.

My eyes full of water, but I try to keep it there; I won't let that waterfall flood because that will be embarrassing for me, especially when I'm with him now.

He holds my hand, rubs the back of my hand with his thumb, and moves it from left to right repeatedly. His eyes, the place that I frequently call home, comfort me with a warm stare that burst peace from within. Those gestures, without a single word coming out, somehow tell me that everything will be fine. He cracks a smile a little. I'm surprised, why are you smiling? I look into his eyes as if I try to communicate without a single word uttered from my mouth. He just giggles with that extravagant smile. My heart just pounds every time he does it –ah, I can’t. He whispers, "Don't panic. That's not a big deal." Not a big deal?I'm surprised and confused at the same time. I just walk through the shelves; controlling the emotions that come within, preparing for the best answers and actions toward the questions that will be thrown by that woman.

I could say that he is so mature for his age. An independent boy, eighteen years old with none to rely on, he manages to be the best version of himself. His parents left him on their way to his high school graduation ceremony with a car smashing on theirs. As a valedictorian, he tried to find those faces between his speeches. As he got off the stage, Mrs. Darcy hugged him with her tears ricochet on her sleeve. He was frozen as if there was a shocking thunder strike through his body. He went back to his seat. He continued the ceremony with no expression at all. He gave a slight smile as people congratulate him as the best student on this batch without them knowing the waterfall within his eyes was going to burst. He went back home alone. The next day after the accident, we met at my house for the celebration; the celebration that we are celebrating now. I insisted him to come since he got none to celebrate this yearly event. Somehow, he could smile like there was nothing happened yesterday.

Maybe he is right; making a mess during this extravagant celebration it's not a big deal. Yes, now I understand why he said that's not a big deal for today accident.

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always-the-little-spoon · 7 years ago

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Five Times Scott Found Stiles or Derek Sleeping, and the One Time He Didn’t

Part III: aka Cheat Day

Early-ish October was shockingly warm, even for northern-ish California. Scott had taken to jogging across campus in the late morning after his first class, and more often than not, by the time he hit the main green outside the library he’d lost his shirt. If he cut through campus instead of running the perimeter like usual, he could treat himself to one of those ridiculously sweet pumpkin spice drinks that had rolled out with the changing of the leaves on the trees.

True to form, Scott’s grey tank top was already tucked into the waistband of his loose basketball shorts. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm while he crunched through fallen leaves, aware of the appreciative eyes that followed him. He couldn’t help but preen under the attention and puffed out his chest.

Scott was proud of his body. He didn’t work hard for it, what with natural werewolfness to maintain his six-pack for him, but he needed to put in a little effort, hence the daily run across campus. But after growing up the weak loser with a breathing problem back home, getting bitten by a rogue alpha hadn’t been the worst thing in the world.

Turning down the path that lead down to Greek Row on campus instead of finishing his circuit, Scott caught sight of a huge black dog curled up beside a man. Scott liked animals. As a veterinary student, it was sort of a requirement, so he altered course a bit to pass by.

It wasn’t until he was closer that he recognized the man, who wasn’t actually a man, but a kid. A teenager, technically.

Stiles looked sixteen at most, not that Scott knew his actual age, and he was human, but for some reason, one that Scott hadn’t figured out yet, Stiles hung around the only supernatural fraternity on campus. At first, Scott thought Stiles’ presence had been part of his pledge week.

Scott had spent the week proving his control, which had mostly involved a series of annoying, and equally ridiculous tests that included being pummeled by water balloons, six straight hours of sparring with every member of the frat, and a few other strange tasks. So, that week he’d made a point to hide all supernaturalness around the human. But then, Stiles was still around, like a permanent fixture in the house. He was friends with everyone; even Boyd would crack a smile for the kid. Stiles even had a key, which he used, and often.

Last weekend, Scott had come down in the morning to find Stiles making pancakes in the kitchen. It had become a party, sort of, because Boyd had texted Erica, and then half of the KIT sorority had invaded the Alpha frat house for Stiles’ infamous pancakes.

Scott slowed to a stop a few feet from Stiles and the dog. But Stiles wasn’t just sitting under a tree reading a book with a dog because the giant dog wasn’t actually a dog at all, but a huge black wolf.

“Sup, man,” Stiles greeted with a short wave. He closed his copy of Snow Country and tossed it on the grass where it landed a few inches from one of the wolf’s massive front paws.

The wolf was asleep, head in Stiles’ lap, and curled protectively around the human. Stiles ran his fingers through the shaggy fur and scratched behind the wolf’s ears. Scott tensed for a moment when the wolf shifted and growled quietly, but it settled down quickly, nudging its nose into Stiles’ belly.

“That’s a wolf,” Scott said lamely, and Stiles laughed.

“Cool, right?” Stiles played with the wolf’s ears and patted the giant beast’s side. “He can find me on campus no matter where I am. Once he waited outside the labs until I finished a night lab at ten. Can’t say I didn’t appreciate the company on the walk home. Plus, totally freaks people out.”

The wolf snuffled softly in his sleep and the human huffed in amusement before he resumed petting the wolf.

Scott inched closer with his hand cautiously extended. “Can I, uh… pet him?” he asked.

Stiles paused his scratching behind the wolf’s ears and scrunched up his nose with a frown. “Probably not a good idea. He’s not exactly a big fan of other people. Almost took off Isaac’s fingers once.”

Scott snatched his hand back, clutching it to his chest, and took several giant steps back, but at the same time, he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. He glanced around to locate Derek, but the older alpha werewolf wasn’t in sight. It took him a few seconds to track the scent to the black wolf dozing in Stiles’ lap.

Derek was the wolf. Not only was Derek the wolf, but he actively followed and cuddled Stiles all over campus, and the human didn’t have a clue.

Stiles was being stalked by a werewolf. An alpha werewolf, for that matter. An alpha werewolf that was currently curled protectively around a clumsy human, and fast asleep.

“I should probably go,” Scott said quickly. He backed away, barely staying on his feet as he tripped over a stray branch.

A full shift wolf was rare. Scott hadn’t even known Derek could do a full shift, though he wasn’t all that surprised. The guy was pretty zen for an alpha. Grumpy, but still pretty chill. As fellow alpha’s they sort of tolerated each other, but Derek was pretty awesome with the rest of the fraternity and even the girls in KIT. Like the time he literally threw a drunk human frat guy at a party out the front door of the sorority house when the dude grabbed Kira’s ass. The guy was intense and protective.

Stiles raised his eyebrows at Scott’s hasty retreat. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah,” Scott croaked. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his damp hair. “Yeah, great. Fine. I just need to grab lunch, you know, before my afternoon class.”

“Right…” Stiles drawled. “And it has nothing to do with the fact you’re afraid Padfoot will eat you.”

“You named him after a Harry Potter character?” Scott asked. A giant black wolf that turned into a man. The irony was overwhelming. “That’s… interesting.”

“Got it in one.” Stiles grinned and winked. “I knew I liked you for a reason. Derek just rolled his eyes and called me an idiot.” But Stiles was should be thankful that’s all Derek had done, though it fit into the weak spot Derek apparently had for the human.

The only person, human or otherwise, that got away with anything was Stiles. He pestered Derek into going places, getting take-out, or even cooking, and practically lived at the frat house. Stiles was the only one that could change the station in the car, which Scott learned the one time Derek drove him anywhere because Isaac had tried and had his hand slapped like a kid trying to get into the cookie jar.

On one memorable occasion the week before, Stiles had borrowed the Camero. Even the other brother’s in the fraternity who were used to Stiles’ antics had been shocked by that one.

“I’m just gonna…” Scott pointed in the general direction of the fraternity and jogged off without another word, but didn’t miss the disappointed sigh behind him.

“There you go chasing off another potential friend, and you’re not even awake,” Stiles said to the wolf. “Who are we kidding. You’re a giant puppy. Clearly, I’m the problem. Freaky genius kid doesn’t need friends, right?”

At the soft sound of a sniffle, Scott chanced a glance over his shoulder before he turned the corner. The sight of Stiles hunched over the wolf, faced buried in his fur, and shoulders trembling was an alpha force punch to the chest. But it was the glowing red eyes glaring at him that made him stumble and trip. He skidded across the ground. His skin shredded as he grated his face across the pavement and left a smear of blood.

Scott staggered to his feet and out of sight, bloody gashes disappearing as his skin knit itself back together. Maybe it wasn’t Stiles that was sticking around the fraternity, but it was Derek that was systematically ensuring he kept Stiles close, but why?

TBC

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whenimgoodandready · 7 years ago

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What up Starlings!

O.M.G! That TV movie was AWESOME! Damn! All that magic and sadness and death! F*ck! This is what keeps me coming back! Did you guys miss me? (bats lashes). Well, here, in my new and improved reviews, you’ll be seeing A LOT more of these in the Fall. Like the new frames? Cute huh, I’m adding in pictures like I said. The new theme song opening looks good and we almost have all of Team Star in the end! (I’m waiting for Jackie, Alfonzo, Ferguson and Starfan13 to show up) and I’ve been reblogging promos and countdowns til the Season 3 premiere! Now, since The Battle for Mewni is a mass up of the first four episodes of Season 3 (Three 2 11-minute segments and a half hour one), I’ll be splitting them in groups. This’ll be a long one, so Enjoy!

*Return to Mewni-The beginning starts off where we last left off, Marco has fallen into a depression over Star gone and has become Miss Havisham and leaving the party decorations still up. Poor guy. Star was seeing the whole thing with her wand and once she came back to Mewni, she and her mother were dragging the Magic High Commissions dead bodies as balloons. That’s some dark comedy sh*t right there. They were on their way to a sanctuary where they’ll be revived (minus Lekmet). Unfortunately, the fritz was at it again and practically all magic is gone. Even the magic well springs that was supposed to bring the commission back is corrupted and Moon tries to stop Star from using her wand since she thinks its linked with the shard piece on Ludo’s hand now. It’s getting serious. Moon has no plan other than keeping Star outta harms way and hiding while carrying around Toffees finger, but Star gets upset by that saying they should just go out and fight Toffee. Moon says it’s too dangerous, but Star isn’t having any of it and tries to leave. Star sure is brave since this is the evil genius who almost killed Marco, but she thinks it’ll be easy like how she “finished him off” before, but it’s serious now. What we also learn here is Toffee killed Moons mother! Yes, the promo spoiled it for us, but yeah, he did. He killed Skywynne. Star only got the “dead dog farm” story of it, but now she knows. We also learn that Eclipsa, the Queen Formally Known As Spades, is alive! And that Moon made a deal with her! Yes, that was spoiled in the promo too, but damn it! We the fandom were starving for svtfoe!. Also, some one with eyes of a hawk saw that from “Crystal Clear”, so yeah.

*Moon the Undaunted-In here, we get the backstory on Moon when she was Stars age. Huh, looks like Skywynne wasn’t her mother (she had Butterfly cheek marks whereas Skywynnes was hourglasses). Well, that was a surprise to me. I didn’t see her in the tapestry room or the book (Star and Marco’s Guide to Mastering Every Dimension), but then again, either was that bunny girl. I don’t know how this family tree works. Anyways, her mother was already dead and she is now the new Queen. So much pressure on her as she doesn’t know what to do, so the commission tries to help. One half yells they should go to war with the monsters whereas the other half yells to sign the peace treaty with the monsters (and others yell just for the yelling of it) Finally, a young River says they should just let Moon decide what to do (FYI, he’s the only one on her side). Some dude named Count Mildrew says she should be grieving at this time, but she says she’ll decide later. I know the feeling of being put on the spot and not knowing what to say, especially if the people won’t shut up about it. It wasn’t pretty. There was this tiny love triangle goin’ on with Mildrew/Moon/River, but we know who the victor was (that Mildrew guy was so dramatic). She has Rhombulus take her to Eclipsas’s crystal imprisonment (I don’t know how they caught her when she fled with her monster lover or even where he is), so she can tell her how to do the dark spell, but if she does destroy her enemy (Note:Aim at the heart), Eclipsa will be free. Unsure about it, but desperate to get revenge for her mother, Moon agrees to it. Eclipsa was voiced by Esmé Bianco for those of you in the Game of Thrones fandom and like one fan suggested, she was the sweet and polite perky goth type. Is she really evil? We don’t know? Alls I know is she has black/purple veins on her arms hence the gloves (Moon gained those too when she made the deal which why she had the gloves too) and was stuck in the crystal for three centuries! Moon then goes over to enemy territory and asks for The General. Toffee was The General! TOFFEE WAS THE GENERAL! TOFFEE WAS THE GENERAL! Damn! No wonder he was boss-like! Before the peace treaty could be signed by Moons mother with the monster king, Toffee went rogue and killed the Queen. Don’t know why, but he did. When the monsters refuse to leave, Moon casts the dark spell and blasts Toffee’s heart finger!………yeah, she missed. (clap) That’s (clap) why (clap) he (clap) can’t (clap) grow (clap) it (clap), back! Once that happens, the monsters freak out and scurry away and Toffee just angrily walks away. Back then, the wand was in one piece, so the monsters had something to fear. Especially in the hands of someone capable. After that, Moon had to give up her teenhood and take responsibility as Queen making her the stern and mature woman she is now. Poor girl.

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*Book be Gone-In the end of the first hour of the TV movie, Ludo’s girls (eagle and spider) return to him and bring him tacos. Here’s what I’m confused about, how the Hell did they get to Mewni when they were last seen on Earth at the taco place last season? Seriously, how!?. Ludo wakes up and finds his wand now a part of his hand. For those of you who forgot, Toffee possessed him and killed off the Magic High Commission, so he’s left with a hangover from all that. We also find out that Glossaryck is still around! Ludo Toffee had told him to hide and he was now (and throughout the rest of that time) trying to roast pudding over a fire…………..you know, if I were him, I’d just jab a stick through the pudding cup and have boiling bubbling chocolate soup! But he was doin’ it the hard way. He tells Ludo “he (Ludo)” defeated the commission and wants to document it in the spellbook (ignoring his wand hand on goin’ after The Butterfly Castle). However, the spellbook resists Ludo trying to write in it, no matter how hard he tries. Apparently, he doesn’t own the book anymore (Toffee does since he’s now a part of Ludo, but he doesn’t know about it still). After being blasted by the book and walking hundreds and hundreds of lands to get back, Glossaryck says to just talk to the book……..XD THAT PART WAS HILARIOUS! He failed to understand the concept of “turning this car around” and was being so sincere and sweet with it. At first, I thought the book would actually talk back, but it turns out, XD Glossaryck was just screwing with him like he always does! Pissed off about it, he throws the book into the fire destroying it ALONG WITH GLOSSARYCK! AND HE SAW IT COMMING! (okay, so during the hiatus, I found out Glossaryck sees into the future which is why I think he’s so unfeeling and a trickster. There’s no surprise in life for him, so he makes them himself!). Toffee gained control of Ludo again to watch him burn and afterwards, Ludo was sad to see Glossaryck go. So now, we have another character dead. Damn! Well, he wasn’t really my fav character (or in the top five), so good-bye Glossaryck. His wand hand gestures to Butterfly Castle again and Ludo decides to attack it. Don! Don! Don!

*Marco and the King-With the castle under King Rivers watch, he spends the whole time partying with his subjects. Wake up, dive in pool, twirl glow sticks, chair wrestle with monkey, lather, rinse, repeat. Dude, your wife and daughter are out and possibly in danger and you’re throwing a castle party!? WTF!? But then I found out why (it’s his coping mechanism for his worries). Marco shows up with his dimensional scissors (which he oh so earned from “Running with Scissors” and getting over his depression) to give Star her fav cereal. Really Marco? That’s why you showed up? Are you sure it’s not cuz you miss her and not cuz you want her to have a nutritious balanced breakfast? And did he tell his friends, Jackie or even his parents where he’s goin? Do they even know he’s gone? IDK? He sees that with River partying all the time, he’s failed to see that his kingdom and people are living in filth and disaster as well as a monster outside of it! He tries to shoo away the monster, but that just makes him come toward him as the people freak out and call River out on being a lousy king. River then goes through his depression. Marco tries to ask where Moon and Star are (cuz he still doesn’t the know the danger that’s goin’ on), but apparently, they never told him where they were goin! WTF IS UP WITH THE BUTTERFLIES KEEPING EVERYONE IN THE DARK!? Okay, yes, an evil genius lizard guy possessing a little bird man with a magic wand hand is scary and you don’t want them to freak out, but you have to at least tell your husband! So Marco tells him to buck up and take charge since he’s all they have now. River gives his people a sort of Kings Speech and tells his subjects that they don’t need magic/weapons to stop the monster that’s getting closer now cuz they’re all great at whatever they do (huh, sounds like Stars speech to her classmates over the whole possum thing). This time, they cheer and charge toward the monster. River stands against it and it turns out, the monsters bad at reading hand gestures thinking the king asked him to “come here” instead of “go away”. Womp! Womp! Womp! XD That was hilarious too! Seeing it was a misunderstanding, the monster annoyingly walks away. River decides to throw one last party to celebrate all of them and they’re love for him returns………..then Ludo shows up!

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*Puddle Defender-Back to Star and her mother, they were still in the sanctuary, but the place got flooded up by the black goo from the magic well springs and were forced to leave the Magic High Commission to escape. With no safe place, Star decides to bring her mother and herself to Buff Frogs to crash. Moon was unsure about it since he’s a monster, but Star says he’s on their side. Buff Frog heard rumors that Ludo took over Butterfly Castle, but Star corrects him saying he’s actually Toffee possessing him. Moon refuses to have Star and herself leave to see if King River is okay and to stay put. Star secretly tells Buff Frog to distract her mother while she escapes to save her kingdom. He does so by playing board games (in a magical parody style of Hasbro gamings) with her. Can I just say how weird it is that Mewni has some modern things despite their dimension being medieval? I mean, they had vending machines WAY BACK during Eclipsa’s time (which was like Victorian era) and not to mention that Quest Buy place!? And yet, Star had no idea what a light switch was!? WTF!? During the game, Moon and Buff Frog get into a heated argument about which one of them is the “bad guy” of their people with Moon saying she’s actually scared for her husband and daughter trying to keep her safe and ends it by saying Buff Frog doesn’t understand cuz he’s not a good parent. OOOOOOH! Bad idea Moon, bad idea. Buff Frog gets offended by that cuz he reminds her he has tadpoles that he’s worried about them and to prove his parental status, he rats out Star JUST AS SHE WAS OUT THE DOOR and he and Moon send her upstairs. Star gets upset by all this and wants out, but Buff Frog had a security system put up (did he make it by hand or buy it?). However, the tadpoles, (who have now grown arms except Katrina) help her escape from a secret hatch in their room. Out of all of them, Katrina gained speech, but hadn’t told her father yet. They say they escape to go clubbing (uh, kids, how old are you guys?). When Katrina asks what Stars plan is, she says she’ll just wing it………..okay, as slightly mature as Star is now that she’s learned not to run away from her problems and to just face them, but charging in is still not a good plan! So she heads forth to her (former) castle………..possibly to her doom.

*King Ludo-With Ludo now king, he had River and Marco shackled in the dungeon while he fails at gaining the love from the Mewmens as his subjects. His merchandise isn’t even selling! (you know, Ludo, if the Mewmens won’t buy any of that stuff, we the fandom would be OH SO happy to take it off your hands, I mean, after all, we’re on the third season right now and we still got nothing out of it, all I have is the book! WE NEED THAT SH*T!). Ludo then goes over to River and gives him 24 hours to decide if he’ll help him or not at forcing the Mewmens to love him. Marco escapes through his shackles (Ludo had butter to slip the key around his neck that he left behind), but leaves River (he ate the butter >:( ). Marco goes through the air vent (yes, they have that on Mewni too) and crawls through until he gets to the royal bedroom. There he finds the castle entertainers: Ruberiot (Hello, Patrick Stump!), Fool Duke and a Mime. They tell him that since Ludo took over, they’ve been hiding around the castle and only come out when Ludo’s not around to eat/bathe/sleep in the royal bedroom. Marco tells them that they should do something about Ludo, but they’re just artists who all hate each other (well, Ruberiot and Fool Duke mostly, cuz they (and Ludo) say that only the Mime is an “artistic genius”. You know how on tvtropes.org they say Everybody Hates Mimes, fu*ck that, this one’s cool). When Ludo catches Marco, he quickly puts on a Ludo mask (which like every other merch of them was a “no sell”) pretending to be an entertainer, the others follow suit and distract Ludo with a song about how great he is while Marco tries to get the key around Ludo’s neck. Ruberiot and Fool Duke get into a fight and Ludo tries to seize them, but they escape (they got the key!). They return to River only for him to say that he wants to stay by his people. The entertainers escape through the sewers while Marco pretends to still be shackled and Ludo takes away River. Marco then escapes through the sewer too. River refuses to obey Ludo’s orders and so Ludo levitates him away (it’s the only spell he knows) in the sky! Is he dead too!? WHY IS EVERYBODY DYING!? Now the Mewmens fearfully are forced to love Ludo. Marco then tells the entertainers it’s now time to fight! WHOOP! WHOOP!

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*Toffee-Ludo continues to rule over Mewni and forces them to love even goin’ as far as putting up portraits of his “greatness” and having choir kids sing about it. Until, his wand hand levitates them into the sky. (sigh) another one bites the dust (what’s the matter Toffee, don’t like good music?). Are you guys keeping a death count in this cuz I think I counted six. Anyway, Star attacks Ludo (in a rat suit) demanding to know where her father is, but his spider retrains her (I had a dream days before the TV movie premiered that Star was tied up, and now, it happened! Weird, I have like psychic dream powers!). Star tries to tell Ludo that his wand hand (which she is now discovering) is Toffee controlling him, but he ignores her and throws her in the dungeon (he actually wanted to kill her, but his wand hand said otherwise). A guy in a mouse suit comes in and rescues her. IT’S MARCO! (huh, guess it wasn’t so stupid wearing an animal costume to attack since Marco thought of it too. Great minds think a-like!). After months of no starco (for us fans that is) ✨they’re reunited at last!✨🎶Reunited and it feels so good, reunited cuz you understood🎶 They don’t bring up the whole crush thing cuz they got more important stuff to deal with. She isn’t all that worried about her dad (he’s been through worse, but uh, Star, HE COULD BE DEAD!) and Marco calls up the entertainers saying they’ve become Le Resistance! Before they all could put they’re plan into action (which wasn’t really that good), Ludo shows up and shackles the resistance, but takes Star with him. He tells her she’s right about his wand hand controlling him and wants Toffee out cuz he’s freaked out by it! Star sees he’s serious and redoes The Whispering Spell! Buff Frog and Moon show up to rescue Marco, but leave behind the resistance (they really weren’t much help) and go find Star. She had already finished The Whispering Spell and 💥BOOM!💥 tower blows up! Marco, Moon and Buff Frog look through the remains and find Ludo, but with Star speaking through him. She’s inside the wand! The inside of the wand was filled with black goo! (Wait! Hold up! Daron, how does this wand thing work!? I mean, we’ve seen it as a treadmill for unicorns, an apartment for Stars spells and a memory world, but now a pool full of black goo!? Is it cuz of the corruption!? Even if I have the book I still don’t get it!). Star loses contact with her Moon and the pool makes a giant form of Toffee! (you know, on the day of the premiere, I was at the La Brea tar pits looking at black goo and then I come home to see this black goo. Wow! Crazy coincidence). He tells Star that the black goo is dark magic with a few golden glowing bits of good magic left………which are slowly disappearing! Toffee talks through Ludo to Moon and says he’ll give Star back in exchange for his finger which she agrees to. Once that happens, Ludo forms into Toffee back in one piece and barfs out Ludo (ew!). Unfortunately, the transformation destroyed the shard piece on Toffees hand leaving Star dead! (Hey Death! Scratch another one off your list!). Toffee doesn’t care about that and walks off. Wait, was this his plan all along? ALL THAT just so he could get his finger back!? Or did he want to make Moon suffer like he did before!? What a heartless bastard! (although I’m real happy to have seen him in his normal form with his fancy business suit again! ;) ). The good magic is gone and either Moons dark spell or Marco giving him a power punch can stop him. (Toffee you are just too cool!). It’s still heart wrenching though that they’re miserable with Star gone. Poor Ludo, he even felt bad that throughout all this (since Season 2) he had no part in being powerful other than a vessel :’(. Btw, where was Toffee goin’ cuz I was kinda curious on that. Star was still in the black goo when she sees the last bit of glowing gold good magic! It kept disappearing and reappearing to Star until she sees it at the bottom and drowns! Moon desperately tries to piece the shards ashes onto the wand, but it was no good. Sad, real sad. Star wakes up in an empty black room with Glossaryck and a pot of boiling stew. Star asks if they’re dead, but Glossaryck doesn’t know (you know, this reminds me of when Harry Potter and Dumbledore were in that empty white room place unsure if they were dead too). Are they dead? Cuz it looked to me that way, there was an insane number of deaths in this TV movie! Star sees the last bit of good magic deep in the bottom of the stew and realizes that Glossaryck is testing her again (was he though?), so she dips down! Good magic returns and it fills up the magic well springs reviving the Magic High Commission! The wand flies up and forms into a whole piece again with Star doing a transformation sequence (A-la, Sailor Moon style) in her golden mewberty form! With that power up, she blasts Toffee! She powers down to normal and everyone is thrilled to have her back. Awwwwww. Toffee, as a skeleton covered in melting black goo (well this sure got passed the radar for a kids show), tries to stop him again only to be finished off by Ludo! Yes, Ludo! By pushing a pillar on him. Soooooooooo, Toffee is officially “gone”! (I’m gonna miss him……..again!). Ludo then has Star throw him back into the abyss to find himself again (I don’t blame him, all this time he thought he was finally competent on his own when really it was all Toffee). Does this mean we’ll have a “Ludo in the Wild Part 2”?. He let’s his eagle and spider go free and Star throws him away into the abyss again (with chips). In the end, eagles descend and bring in the choir kids and King River! Turns out, there was an eagle kingdom up there where he became a king there too! Damn, that’s like double royalty! All is happy and well until Moon remembers Eclipsa and goes to check up on her. Remember kids, if Toffee dies, she’ll be free. Moon is relived she’s still crystallized and leaves. She really didn’t want Eclipsa out due to her being “evil”, but the crystal cracked! Don! Don! Don!

Okay people, I got a confession to make, I KNEW NOBODY WOULD ACTUALLY DIE IN THE SHOW! C’MON, I saw the new intro and everybody was there! The only one that actually died was Toffee (still sucks cuz he’s a fan favorite), so I was just acting like it was a big deal to spice up the review! Lol! They wouldn’t kill off the main character like that! What kind of show is that!? So what happened here is this: The Magic High Commission is back (minus Lekmet), Eclipsa will be busting out soon and we’ll be getting her backstory, Ludo is redeemed (I think) and Toffee is officially dead dead! Personally, I don’t really believe he’s dead, cuz he’s too cool of a badass villain (and I’m sure Daron knows that too) to just be killed off like that so quickly, but if he’s not dead, then there would be no other reason why Eclipsa would be coming back. So now that that whole battle is over, does that mean Star will be goin’ back to Earth or stay in Mewni for more queen training? Well, the Season 3 intro looked to be set in Mewni, so it’s the latter and that means Marco will be playing the role of the “foreign exchange student” now. More importantly, how are they gonna continue they’re friendship with an open one-sided crush!? I mean, the blood moon was in the intro too, so I’m guessing that’ll be brought up again cuz I wanna hear what they have to say about the whole soul bonding thing! And how the Hell did Janna end up in Mewni? Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo many questions still left uncovered! And Heinous! OMG! She’s gonna be up to something too. Fall could not come any slower than this, but you’ll be seeing me and my new reviews once again and it’s gonna be fun! Reviews is what I do ;). I absolutely ❤️LOVE❤️ the new outro theme music! So Sailor Moon-esque. I know Daron was inspired by that show to make svtfoe since it’s from her childhood and so was mine <3. Thank you, Daron and keep up the good work! I’ll be around! See you guys in the Fall!

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