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samwrights · 6 years ago

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The Game // [1]

Summary: Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, and Jacob Batalon started a game back when they first began filming Spider-Man: Homecoming—to sleep with as many different extras as possible before the movie premiered. Their current targets are the ladies of the band Navy Skies, a ragtag group of young adults that were blessed with the opportunity to play in the homecoming dance scene. Fed up with the boys’ sick game, Laura and Zendaya are taking bets on who gets their heart broken first.

Pairing: fuckboy!Tom x OC, fuckboy!Harrison x OC, fuckboy!Jacob x OC, hints of TomDaya

Words: 2643

Inspo: Kick It // Neck Deep

Disclaimer: Lyric graphics were created by me, y’all. I’m not saying don’t steal it cause they’re not that impressive tbh but like don’t steal them.

Life was a pretty simple concept. Some people really wanted to complicate things and find deeper meanings within it, but at the end of the day, all there really was to it was to ensure you were living your best life. Dream big, work hard, and don’t allow anybody to take that from you. At least, this was the mentality that Cameron Lucia had adopted at a young age. She never let things like friends and family keep her planted in one spot. If they were truly family, they would never hold Cam back from chasing her dreams.

Or best case scenario, they came with her wherever she went; entirely inspired from her nomadic, carefree spirit. That was the situation she was currently in, anyway. At the ripe age of twenty four, Cameron and three of her closest friends she had met at her day job ended up packing up with her and moving out of state. It wasn’t that far fetched, or so she believed. The four of them had formed a band on top of their friendship and collectively decided they were going to move closer towards the music scene in Nashville, Tennessee in hopes of getting their big break. But after long debates about cost of living and not wanting to lose their city charm, the four of them settled on living in a northern suburb just outside of Atlanta.

The four of them had been living in their spacious, two bedroom apartment for the last six months and were still loving every second of it. Cameron always thought it was funny that people assumed they would be tearing out each others hair being in a band, living, and working together. With all of their different personality harmonizing, she knew they would prove everybody wrong.

The youngest of the group was Malachi, or Mac as he preferred, was freshly twenty one. Though lazy, he was the star socialite of the bunch. His charisma made their lives easier when it came to booking shows and just being the go-to person to have a one on one talk with. Ruby was the second youngest, but also held a very mature composure due to growing up way too soon—taking on the role of ‘Momma Bear’. Her incredible work ethic helped put all of Cameron’s dreams into motion. Danielle, or Dani, was a mere week younger than Cam and always focused on getting shit done, but they never held her back from being the life of the party. Cam was clearly the dreamer—always comping up or collaborating with her group of friends on proposing new insane schemes.

Together they supported each other in any which way they could, whether it be financially or trying to rationalize whatever impossible dream came to Cameron’s mind. They always started off crazy, like when she started booking their band at every single bar that she could possibly find in downtown Atlanta. They always ended up working out in mysterious ways, like when booking agents and producers wanted to feature Navy Skies in an upcoming unknown film right here in Atlanta. They couldn’t pass the opportunity up.

That chance brought them to where they were today, sitting in make up getting their hair done for their brief cameo on this unknown film project. Cam, Ruby, and Dani did their own make up at their own request. Since Mac had a buzz cut and the girls were only getting their hair done, he took the liberty to get his make up done, enjoying getting pampered with the miniscule amount of make up they gave him. “It feels like a facial that I so desperately need.” He laughed, causing his friends to laugh with him.

The band was called to set, and they followed a stagehand down the hallway of the school they were filming in, and entered the gymnasium. Heads turned upon the group entering—everybody was dressed in semi-formal attire while a banner that read ‘Homecoming’ hung behind the stage. That explained why the outfit selection they were all given were all dresses and dress pants.

“So for you guys, we don’t need anything super directive.” The stagehand said. “Think of this as a recording session, we’ll ring an alarm when we need you to kill the sound completely.” He explained that the amplifiers were going to be kept to a minimum; just loud enough to be ambient noise but not enough to overpower any dialogue. They were only required to do a half hour set, and none of the band mates didn’t have to talk throughout the set as they normally would have for a show.

“Okay, cool. Let’s get set up.” Said Ruby as they got on stage and unloaded their instruments. Cam set up all the microphones while Dani assembled her drum kit, and Mac and Ruby tuned their bass and guitars respectively. The gymnasium was packed with unknown people pretending to be students. If anyone would have known any of them, it would have been Malachi. But the only one he had recognized in the crowd was Zendaya, which was enough to leave Mac the slightest bit starstruck.

The experience was actually pretty cool and almost felt like a real show to the band. The fake students bopped along and some even danced with each other. When cameras weren’t zoomed in on actors, whom Navy Skies assumed to be major characters of the film, said actors were dancing amongst themselves and just being goofy. Zendaya was swinging along with the people she had grown close to over the duration of them film—Harrison, Jacob, and Laura. “Hey, these guys are pretty good.” Z said as she danced with Harrison. The students in the crowd were yelling along and cheering on the band, nearly forgetting they were extras in a film. Jacob and Harrison were no exceptions to Navy Skies’ hypnotism as they paused their movements for a brief moment. Jacob nudged Harrison, a knowing look in his eyes with a devilish smirk on his lips.

“Who you calling dibs on, mate?” Haz asked, reciprocating his friends now wicked features.

“I like the little blonde one on drums.”

“Perfect, I’m digging the guitarist.” He said, staring at the girl with a curly pixie cut. Harrison’s eyes were immediately drawn to the tattoos that covered both arms from shoulder to wrist. Zendaya and Laura rolled both of their eyes.

“Are you guys playing your stupid game again?” Laura asked. The boys just grinned in affirmation. See, since the beginning of the filming Spider-Man: Homecoming, Jacob, Harrison, and Tom started an unnamed game to see which of them could sleep with the most extras from the set. Right now, Harrison was the front runner, despite being an extra himself.

“I’m going to laugh so hard when this stupid game blows up in your face.” Zendaya sneered, a sly grin on her face at the mere thought.

“How do you figure?” Jacob asked. “They’re extras, they’re here for like a day and then it’s like it never even happened.”

“One of you guys are going to fall for your flings, and then she’s going to find out she was just a part of some stupid game and hopefully she puts your asses in place.” Laura added, taking a firm stance with Zendaya that what they were doing was wrong on so many levels. “You guys need a reality check.”

“Nah, that won’t happen.” Both Harrison and Jacob said in unison, their eyes focused on their targets. No, it wouldn’t happen.

Navy skies finished their half hour set with the alarm buzzing within in the gymnasium, signaling that sounded needed to cease. After setting down their instruments, the band mates took a seat off the edge of their stage, taking a drink from the water bottles provided from the film crew. Each of them were panting slightly, covered in a thin film of sweat from having to continuously perform. “I think we sounded pretty great.” Cam said as she tried to catch her breath. The band talked amongst themselves, only pausing when they noticed the same stagehand from before walking up to them. Behind him stood Zendaya and the people she was dancing with earlier in the scene, plus one more that none of them recognized.

“Hey guys, everything sounded amazing! But the cast was wondering if you could play an encore show? We’ll make it worth your while.”

“Keep talkin’.” Dani said, immediately switching to hardball mode despite being the smallest member of the band.

“We were thinking of tossing you guys an extra grand?”

“What?! Hell yes!” Mac screeched before the band could discuss it. Which, in any other circumstance would have angered the girls, it weren’t for the fact that they just earned five grand off of a show that didn’t require them to put a down payment for the venue. There was no argument to even be had.

“I guess that’s a yes.” Cam laughed. “But can we get a couple minutes to cool off?”

“Oh yes, of course. Take a breather, you guys can go change back into your street clothes if you want. I’ll let you guys know when you go on and you can treat it like a real show this time—no cameras.” The stagehand walked away, leaving the band to head off in the direction of the dressing room they had used earlier to change back into more comfortable clothes.

While the cast waited by the stage, Harrison and Jacob got Tom up to speed, letting him know who claimed who so far. “I guess that leaves me with the singer, is it?” He asked, staring at the girl with incredibly long brunette hair as the band returned to the gymnasium. Even in a simple baseball tee and ripped jean shorts, the front woman’s tattoos were the most noticeable features about her. They covered every visible inch of her arms and hands, even up her neck. He wondered what other parts of her body were tattooed. Tom, unfortunately, had been filming a different scene and didn’t get to see the band play. But judging from Harrison and Jacob’s infatuation with them, they must have left some kind of impression. With a couple of strings being pulled, Tom was able to get them to put on an encore show.

The band returned to the stage, trading in their dresses for ripped jeans and solid tees and looking much more relaxed. The cast walked up towards the stage, Zendaya being the first to break the ice and introduced herself to the band. “Hey, guys. We just wanted to say how much we all loved hearing you guys play and hope you don’t mind that we asked the film crew to have you guys play an encore.” She said, gesturing to herself and Laura and the boys. “I’m Zendaya, and this is Laura.”

“Oh, party. Mac, I’m the bassist.” The only male member shook both of the ladies’ hands firmly.

“Ruby, guitar.” She gave a slight wave to everyone. Harrison’s mouth twitched with the slightest smile as his target introduced herself.

“Dani, drums.” The petite blonde gave an awkward wave.

“And I’m Cameron.” One by one, the boys learned their prey’s names. It was officially game on now.

“I’m Tom, lovely to meet you, darling. I play Spider-Man.” He held his hand out to Cam, awaiting for her to shake it. Instead, the band all looked at each other before letting out a collective laugh. Tom looked at them confusedly, retracting his still empty hand. “What’s so funny?”

“We’ve been trying to figure out what movie we were going to be in for the last month.” Ruby said, still chuckling. The collective group shared a laugh briefly. As they waited around for the encore show to start, the group chatted amongst themselves, the boys buttering up their marks while Mac, Z, and Laura hung out.

“So, Spider-Man, is it?” Cam asked, her natural teasing tone coming through as she spoke to Tom. “How did you land that role?” He laughed, answering with charm that he usually reserved for interviews. Cam was nodding along, showing she was listening.

“How long have you lot been in a band?” Tom fired back, his British accent resurfacing as he pulled himself out of character for the day. He knew he needed to keep his questions as innocent as possible to earn the trust of his prey before he could corner her and go in for the kill. Though she had answered, he hadn’t quite heard it due to focusing on his own thoughts more than their conversation.

The stagehand came back, clipboard in hand along with four sealed envelopes that he distributed to each of them. “You all ready to go?” He asked, looking at Navy Skies. They all nodded before hopping back up from their seats on the stage, getting ready for round two. By now, all of the actors, main crew and extras, gathered around.

“Ready guys?” Cam asked into the microphone while looking at her band mates.

“Let’s kick it!” Malachi enthused, signaling their start to a newer alternative set list that they had been working on in recent months. Cheers amongst the crowd erupted as heavy, fast paced chords blared along the amplifiers—this time at full volume. The cast took immediate notice to their stage presence, seeing how Mac and Ruby were in six with little head bangs as Cameron walked the length of the stage. She crouching real low to be face to face with the front row that was made up of Laura, Harrison, Jacob, Zendaya, and Tom before walking up beside Ruby. As she wrapped an arm around her guitarist, harmonizing their siren song as they sang out their next verse.

Cameron took back center stage, opening her arms wide while her bassist and guitarist joined in for the last line. The final words lingered before rapidly moving onto their next song. It was no help that Zendaya and Laura were looking at the boys, each of them unknowingly jumping along to foreshadowing words.

“Do you think they’ve realized?” Laura asked, yelling into her friends ear to be heard over the music. Zendaya shook her head.

“Definitely not. These girls don’t even know them and they’re calling their shit out.”

“Wanna make a little wager?” Zendaya raised her eyebrows, giving Laura an intrigued smile. “I’m betting all of them are going to fall for their targets. Whoever loses has to be the one to tell the girls they’re just another name to add to their list.”

“I’m betting Harrison falls for his.” She replied with a deep set smirk on her lips. Honestly, it didn’t really matter who won this bet—Z was just excited to see someone break it to them that they couldn’t just run around doing this to poor, unsuspecting girls. They had learned to tune out Laura and herself after the game had been established.

“Harrison? He’s the one winning their stupid thing!” Laura said in disbelief.

“Well, let’s get real, Jacob’s girl seems like she would only go for a one night stand.” At Zendaya’s statement, their eyes turned to the drummer. “And I could see Harrison falling for a girl like her. He’s the only one who’s got a real chance of being heartbroken.” She said, discreetly pointing to Ruby.

“What about Tom?” Laura asked.

“Please, Tom may be a participant in this silly game, but he’s in dead last and he would never fall for a girl like that.” There was the slightest sneer in Z’s tone as they glanced at the lead singer. “Besides, we all know I’m the one he falls asleep with at night.”

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eriseclipsenuiwitch · 7 years ago

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Fall Opal

Human-Gem Fusion inspired by this handsome fellow: amadeo-amadeo.deviantart.com/a… Fall Opal is fusion between Yaga Lucia Fall (toaofnight.deviantart.com/art/…) and Black Opal (my OC; design and bio soon) and she’s… well, pardon my French, she’s quite mean and aggressive bitch. For people who actually deserves this (in her opinion), but this usually depends from her mood. She can be also pretty overprotective towards people who are important to her. Her normal occupation is (one of) owner(s) of Wicked Pub and barman. Sometimes she sings (and she can do this correctly). She also enjoys eating sweets, sailing, reading and listening (and singing) loud music (U2, Chris Cornell, Soundgarden, Linkin Park, Nickelback, Skillet, Hans Zimmer’s movie soundtracks). Fall Opal is quite stable since there is no ill will between Black Opal and Yaga, they are in good terms, BUT there is something not exactly right with her. Sometimes she turns into sadistic, manipulative, blood-thirsty monster and nobody knows which part of her is responsible for this, even she. But luckily she can turn back into her normal self when somebody from her friends asks her. Or when somebody shows her some cute, little creature (animal, human, other Gemsona etc). She has a soft spot towards little cute things. She’s not exactly my canon character in my stories, but I will give her five minutes of fame. Kind of.

#gemsona #fusion #gem-human #oc #yaga #black opal #my art #Eris art

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cagedbycravings · 7 years ago

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Iron Necessity

Title: Iron Necessity

Chapter: Collateral

Warnings: Swearing?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and the OC’s. All other characters belong to their respective owners.

“He who has a why can live bear almost any how.” -Friedrich Nietzsche

Small beads of the sun’s rays warmed her body as Esmèrie thought of pearls on her way to her alcove. The thought of her mother brought a smile to her lips as she turned to look over her shoulder. She couldn’t shake the feeling she was being watched lately. Diving into the water, she shook the thoughts from mind. Rounding the sharp ledge to find her underwater garden rings. She’d been inspired by the Italian scientists who created them, brandishing her own rendition, altering them into a biconic shape. More practical and efficient, she’d been able to double the amount of space providing more opportunity to sustain herself. She couldn’t stop her smile from reaching her eyes as she tended to the growing herbs and plants. She’d long since embraced vegetarianism, limiting herself to the occasional egg when she needed it. Plucking her fruits and vegetables, she quickly swam back to her alcove. Stripping out of her wetsuit, she tossed it into the hamper before pressing a button to wash and dry the suit in an oddly shaped cubed. Another invention she’d tinkered with, it’s original intention was so college students wouldn’t have to use their money at laundromats. It was portable, environmentally friendly and required detergent easily made at home. Grabbing a pair of dark shorts and a matching bandeau, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She’d lost more weight. At this rate, I may have to start making my own bras. The thought made her chuckle. She could still feel the pin pricks at her finger tips from sewing the pillow cases. Missing her collection of Maje and Comptoir des Cotonniers, she sighed.

Rinsing her vegetables and fruits in the sink, she set to work on preparing her lunch and afternoon tea.

Her laptop dinged as she overlooked her shoulder, licking away the shaved almonds at her fingers.

Sitting hurriedly, she opened the chat window to see her beloved cousin’s message. Her keystrokes relaxed as she had her first real conversation with Ciel since leaving home.

E.L.: Are you ready for Christmas?

C.L.: Yeah. We’re going to be traveling this year.

E.L: Oh? Where?”

C.L.: To some family friends near the Russian border. Papa said there’s some business to be taken care of.

Fear froze her fingers for a moment before she slammed her fingers into the keyboard, frantically pressing the video chat button.

His whisper and shadowy face brought the color back to her cheeks as she steadied her breathing.

“Ciel, did he say who he’d be meeting with?” She tried to hide the worry in her voice.

“No. Just that we had to go as a family at Christmas. Why?”

Her silence was a mistake as her cousin panicked. “Why? Does this have to do with why you can’t come home?”

“Who told you I can’t come home?”

“Maman was talking to the aunties. She kept saying you were…uhm…what’s the word…”

“Collateral?” The word barely escaped her throat as Esmè swallowed.

“Yeah. What’s collateral?”

“Collateral is…” Her voice broke as she looked away from the screen. “Ciel that isn’t something you should fret over. Did anyone say exactly where you’re going?”

“No, just somewhere near Russia. Esmè? Are you okay?” Bags had sunken into his eyes as he struggled to keep his head up.

Her stomach knotted as she struggled to not double over with nausea. “I’m okay, Ciel.” She gripped at her knees, forcing as much composure as possible. “I need you to do me a favor. Every day I want you to take a photo with all the kids. And each city you pass, I want you to take a photo of something memorable and unique to the area.”

“You want to see my photography?”

“Yes! Please…” Her eagerness got the best of her as Ciel’s tired azures lit up.

“Okay, I can do that.”

“Please do.”

“It’s late.” He yawned.

“Yes, get some sleep. I love you.”

“I love you.”

The chat ended as she closed her laptop with a shaky hand. Looking down at her well-manicured fingers, the cuticles free of pin holes, she heaved a heavy sigh. Ignoring the disgust and regret pooling in her stomach, she reached in the desk computer desk for a sewing needle while trying to convince myself that what she was about to do wasn’t self-harm. Pressing the needle between her nailbed and cuticle, she inhaled sharply. The pain was instantaneous as her hand stopped trembling. Her eyes fluttered as endorphins flooded her body. Poking deeper into the skin, she stopped when blood began to stain the needle. Removing the object from her finger, she breathed, lifting her head to the ceiling. She tried to justify her actions. She wasn’t a cutter or a burner. She didn’t leave scars or welts. She just caused a little bit of blood to surface before stopping. It’s not truly self-harm if there’s no proof, right? Convincing all but her conscious that what she was doing was fine, she tucked the needle away before sucking on the blood threatening to slip from the wound.

Her finger stopped throbbing after a few moments, her trice of reprieve lasting no longer than a minute. The pain offered an escape in a moment’s notice, taking her away from constant dread of her decision. It had been months since she’d arrived in Rio. The people were kind, the land was beautiful, and ocean cleansing--softening the edges of reality. However, the twisting in her gut continued as she realized that this was just one of many caveats to come.

Not following through with the agreement would come at a cost. Time was running out, she needed to find a better solution. Her thoughts floated towards the green ledger hidden underneath her computer desk.

Removing it carefully, she opened the pages, finding some solace in the few answers to her many questions. She’d figured out that the locations shared a commonality. They were frequented by a task force that had traveled from Azerbaijan, to Ukraine, to Afghanistan over the years. The booklet had expanded into a small portfolio case as her notes had grown too numerous to be contained between the thin little pages.

She’d deduced that this task force was compiled of special force members ranging from the Americas, to Europe and Australia. However, she’d yet to decipher the reason as to why they were in the ledger. Her fingers tapped on the encircled 141 in red ink.

The hissing from her teakettle caused her to jolt. She bounced her leg beneath her desk as she bit at the wound on her finger. As much as she wanted to remain under the sea, free from the gaze of Cillian, she’d need to return. Her face flushed painfully as she clutched the cross at her neck. She’d been gone nearly a year now. Vanished in a rainstorm. It is a blessing that Ciel doesn’t resent me.

Thinking quickly, she pulled up the last chat she’d had with Santiago. Messaging him would hold its risks knowing that Cillian was likely trying to monitor her.

Her fingers rapidly struck the keyboard as she eagerly sent Santiago a message. In seconds, he replied as her heart leaped.

The Inventor: Would it be possible for me to come up to the lab a bit earlier than expected?

Santiago: Sure. Meet there in an hour? The Professor just arrived last night.

The Inventor: Sounds great. See you then.

Gathering up the materials, technology, and notes she’d need in the coming days. Reaching under her desk, she felt for the small leather ledger beneath. She still didn’t quite understand why her mother had left it behind, but Esmèrie had spent months decoding her scribbles into proper notes. She’d learned of the Task Force 141, mapped out their locations over the years, placed an X over their targets, and left question marks for the answers she didn’t have. Her thumb slipped over a square with the image of a skull in the center. Her mother had written an array of symbols Esmèrie couldn’t quite translate. Sliding the ledger in a waterproof pouch along with her other essentials, she retrieved her backpack from under her bed. Quickly changing into her diving suit, she entered the water.

Reaching the cove, she changed before slipping into her tunic dress and stockings before awkwardly sliding into her ankle boots. If she were to make it to the lab in time, she’d have to hurry.

Santiago was fortunate. He’d been able to live abroad for half his life, studying at the best schools in London. He was tall, mildly attractive, and well spoken. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, Esmèrie seems oblivious to his advances. They’d met when she first arrived in India as he was immediately taken with her. He’d showered her with compliments, took interest in her inventions, and even offered her a guest house at his family estate. When he received her message, he felt almost insulted that she would much rather stay at the Apotheosis laboratory rather than at his home. Rounding his fists, he stood abruptly from the bench he and Mateo sat on.

Mateo was quieter, gawky, and often too timid to say anything. He was convinced that the only reason he hadn’t dropped pompous Santiago was to learn more from Professor he’d heard so much about. The two waited in the bustling train station for any sign of The Inventor.

“Are you sure she’s even coming?” Mateo looked up from his phone to see Santiago pacing, hands shoved in his pockets.

“She will be.” He gritted through his teeth. The hissing of the train nearest to them drew their attention as Esmèrie waved towards them.

“Ah, there you are. We weren’t sure if you’d make it.” He plastered a fake smile to his lips as Mateo frowned. Santiago’s hubris caused many of their other scientists and inventors to leave often with their desperately needed funding. Their work in eliminating nuclear radiation may not have been as expensive as climate change denialists claimed but still, it wasn’t like it was cheap. Esmèrie had brought both the funding they were using as well as showing significant progress in their neutralizing project.

“Sorry, I was a little caught up with something.” Esmèrie sheepishly rubbed at her neck.

“It’s no problem.” Mateo stood with a smile. “Come on, the Professor wants to meet you.”

Their walk to the laboratory was short as they entered through a sliding metal door that led down concrete stairs. Motion detector lights illuminated their way as she was welcomed by different labs with ongoing projects. Esmèrie glanced at either side of the hall seeing various scientist at work.

“How many scientists are down here?”

“Right now? Two dozen of us. But we’d like to expand, obviously.” Santiago lead the three down the hall.

“We’re really appreciative of the funding you’ve brought with you.” Mateo felt slightly out of place standing beside Esmèrie as she smiled.

“It’s no trouble. Anything to help further the scientific community.”

Santiago smirked as he glanced over his shoulder before stopping in front of an iron door. “The Professor’s domain is through here. He’s wanted to meet you for quite some time.” He motioned her to move forward as Esmèrie paused. “Are you two not joining me?”

Santiago and Mateo shook their heads. “Everyone meets the Professor on their own.” Moving his weight from the door, Esmèrie tensed as he grinned. “Good luck, Inventor.”

The staircase leading to the Professor’s lab was dimly lit as her footsteps echoed against the walls. Clutching her cross beneath her brightly colored scarf, she swallowed her fear as she entered the glowing lab. The crackling of a stone fireplace greeted her as she glanced around. Two tables were perfectly aligned on either side of the room. The objects organized with precision as she realized that the room was nothing short of immaculate. She’d turned to face the bookshelf whenever a door creaked open behind her. A man with a stout build entered the room, his eyes taking one look at her before he burst into laughter.

“You look as terrified as a church mouse with those eyes.” His thick Russian accent wiggled his whiskers.

She gripped at her wrist nervously as he eyed her up. “You are…different than how Santiago described.”

“Different?”

“He did not mention that you were a woman.” The blunt response caught her off guard.

“I see.”

He sat down to pour himself some coffee. “Guessing by your accent you are French, da?”

She nodded. “I am.”

“ENS Lyon, good school.”

She smiled, eyes brightening. “It is. One of the best.”

He nodded. “So did you bring your netting?”

“I did.” Shrugging off her bag, she knelt to retrieve the netting. “It’s been tested in its final phase. It is set to remove over years’ worth of radiation spillage in just under a day.” She handed off the netting to the Professor, who raised a curious brow. “Why this material?”

“It’s used by the local fishermen. I thought it would help familiarize the locals with the invention.”

He nodded. “An empathetic gesture.”

Esmèrie smiled, tilting her head slightly.

“You do things out of empathy. It drives you.” The Professor eyed her strangely.

“Yes…” She felt a twinge of embarrassment at being read so easily.

He smirked. “Science and empathy don’t ever work out the people hope they will. What else have you come up with?”

Withdrawing the iridescent warp shaped lantern, she watched his lift his brows.

“I’ve found a means to speed up the process of stabilizing isotopes but yet to discover a-“

“Means to completely neutralize the radiation?” He reached out for the lantern, sticking his fingers between the coils. “That’s because it can’t be done.”

The slightest irritation knitted her brows for only a moment before Esmèrie tensed. “It may not be known tensed. “There may not be a solution yet but that’s not that same as saying there isn’t a solution out there. These lanterns for example,” She reached for the cylindrical object. “were created utilizing the integrated rate law and…”

Her voice drifted off in his mind as the Professor watched Esmèrie. Her passion emphasized by her gestures. Her smile reaching her eyes. The joy radiating from her. The visage of the mentor from his youth came to mind as he allowed a small smile to tug at his whiskers. He’d been hesitant to bring in more inventors, his past teaching him that a healthy case of paranoia was crucial to surviving. And yet, a glimmer of hope filled his eyes as he watched Esmèrie explain her latest theory…Perhaps a bit of hope is exactly the change we need around here…

Elyse lie on her bed, one arm tucked behind her head, the other absentmindedly tracing her tattoo. A vesica piscis on her left side, designed by her twin. One of their many secrets, they had their tattoos done just before Elyse left to live with their godfather in the UK.

She could still feel Esmè’s warmth on her shoulder, as they sat up together on the last morning before she left. Their bodies shared a mutual soreness from the previous night’s activities as images of the two rolling around in their bed came to mind. Elyse felt heated, a surge of pleasure rushing between her legs as she shook away the perverse thoughts. They’d long since struggled with their abominable desires, knowing full well that what they did wasn’t acceptable, even in their mother’s liberal eyes. Our greatest secret. The key to our connection. She remembered how it felt when they kissed as more than just sisters. They were changing, newly developed as Elyse glimpsed her sister in a new light. She’d always been so shy, so demure, so trusting. Reaching out to her, placing a kiss too deep to be considered sisterly, she remembered feeling as though they’d woken up from a dream. Their bond as twins only grew from there. Their sixth sense, their individual knowing of each other grew. Their dreams, their most powerful means of communication became almost overwhelming in their first few months apart.

Their mother in her every omniscient thinking, separated them knowing that it would be their downfall to stay together. She knew she’d be leaving to follow their godfather, and that keeping her daughters together would result in too easy of an opportunity for their uncles to get rid of them. The plan had been so simple then. Elyse would go and live in England where their godfather grew up where she enlisted at seventeen. And Esmè would stay home, helping keep the litter safe while Maman was away.

The ache of loneliness blended with suffocating uncertainty filled her heart as her eyes were overwhelmed with tears. At that very moment, Clover entered the room. Wiping her face quickly, Elyse watched the exhausted medic crawl into bed with a sigh. “I’m pooped. What about you?”

“Much of the same.” Her voice cracked as she swallowed.

“Elyse?” Clover sat up, raising her head. “You okay?”

“I’m-“ Elyse cleared her throat. “I’m fine. Just a sore throat is all.”

Clover nodded twisting her mouth. “Are you sure there’s nothing else?”

Elyse sighed. “Just missing someone.”

“Someone like a boyfriend…or…”

“No.” Elyse forced a chuckle. “My sister.”

Clover stood on her mattress, holding her weight on the ledge between their bunk beds. “Older or younger?”

Elyse looked pensively at her roommate before answering. “Younger.”

“What does she do?”

“She was- is an inventor.” Elyse pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Cool. Do you want to talk about it?”

“It?” Elyse asked, lifting her eyes to meet Clover’s.

“The reason you’re crying.”

There was an intense pause as Elyse sharpened her gaze. “Not just yet.”

Clover put her hands up in mock surrender. “Alright. Just let me know when you’re ready.” A gentle smile spread across her features as Elyse nodded.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

Perched in a tree, Ghost lowered his binoculars. He’d heard his name whispered in the shadows, his reputation proceeding him years after his mission to neutralize Roba. He’d tracked down his latest target within hours, spending the last several days monitoring her routine. She was younger, meeker, smaller than the brief described. He knew that she’d been in contact with the Black Dahlia organization, a shadow group of mercenaries that held ties to wealthy families across the globe. Cillian Hawke, an Irishman around his age often accompanied Esmèrie according to his intel. However, he’d yet to see Cillian near the target anywhere. He followed her to the edge of the city, her watchful eyes weary of the foliage camouflaging him. She froze mid-step, senses on alert. When her brightened hazels locked with his sharpened amber, he knew she’d bolt. He rose slowly in the shadows, the lights from an oncoming truck revealing his skull balaclava. The truck couldn’t move fast enough for his liking as his suspicions were correct. She’d slid down a trail leading to a cove as he cautiously followed her scattered, panicky footprints in the sand. Readying his gun, he slowly approached the entrance to the cove. A jagged edge extended from him as he felt someone’s gaze on his shoulders. Whipping around he took aim at Esmèrie. Time slowed as the wind blew through her curls, revealing the dismay in her eyes. She hesitated, as if waiting for him to pull the trigger. When he didn’t, she dived from his sight. Time resumed as the crushing waves swallowed her up by the time he reached the ledge as he cursed under his breath. Inhaling sharply, he turned towards the inside of the cove.

Flashing a light inside, he found a backpack with a change of clothes folded messily on top of it. His acute amber eyes traced the shore spotting an odd, blue glow in the oncoming waves. He could make out a figure swimming in the midst as he flicked off his light. The uneven trail made for an irritating walk towards the oncoming bioluminescent waves as he glimpsed Esmèrie wadding in the water. Her back was towards him, she swiped her mess of clingy curls as she searched for him amongst the cove above them. He had two options. He could wait for her to tire herself out and come back to shore or he could extend his hand just a bit further and grab her. Deciding on the latter, he kneeled on bended knee stretching his body outwards. Her hair was just inches from his grip whenever a sudden wave slapped the surface, causing Esmèrie to vanish underwater. His amber eyes narrowed as he tried to predict where she’d appear from. He’d seen her eyes first, striking hazels connected with his intense amber.

His balaclava startled her as she tensed. Esmèrie’s eyes winced as they adjusted to candescent aura in the water. Her hair had escaped its hair tie, floating around her shoulders, as she wadded in the water. The mask looked familiar as she tilted her head. Ghost mimicked her almost simultaneously as she worried her lip. Images from the ledger flooded her mind as she tried to pinpoint where she’d seen that mask before. A faded sketch of the skull with question marks filled her memory as she placed her hands on the jagged edge of the cove, lifting herself just enough to see his face better in the dark. “Who are you?” Clicking on his flashlight he watched as she shielded her eyes with her hand.

“Who I am is of little importance.” His cockney voice was just above a whisper as Esmèrie resisted the urge to shudder. He leaned closer as she felt his chilling gaze through his balaclava. “What you should be more concerned with is telling me exactly who you are.”

#iron necessity #call of duty #codfanfic #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price

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Ever After High OCs let’s gooo!!1!

Info dump is undercut because holy shit it got long

Madra Chulainn, the Daughter of Cú Chulainn.

Okay so first things first, me making her is dooming EAH!Ulster to go to war every generation so. Keep that in mind

Her time as an EAH student is a mix of during and after her training with the next Scathach, her first two years would be during it and her last two would be after.

That does mean during her final years she could possibly be married to the next Emer.

Let me try to explain her family because it gets weird. She’s not technically the daughter of Cú Chulainn. The last Cú Chulainn, let’s call him Gadhar, would’ve died young and way before she’d be born. Her mother is Gadhar’s Emer figure, but her technical father is Lugh, following the story of Lugh magically putting a baby in Cú Chulainn’s mother’s womb without actually having sex with her. So her mother was the previous generation’s Emer, her technical father is the god Lugh, and Gadhar Chulainn is her already-dead stepdad and technical half-brother through Lugh. However, in the story Cú Chulainn is not only Lugh’s son but also an incarnation of Lugh, meaning Cú is an aspect of Lugh himself. So Madra is both Lugh’s technical daughter and an aspect of Lugh himself, and Gadhar is her already-dead stepdad, technical half-brother, and also a past incarnation of herself. Also, she has like way too many foster parents.

This does make her a demigod of sorts.

The fact that she’s a girl does make people be extremely doubtful if she’s capable of being the next Cú Chulainn, but no one can really deny she’s supposed to be Cú Chulainn because of the whole, y’know, Lugh thing.

Much like Cú Chulainn himself, Madra got the name Madra Chulainn after acting as a guard dog for the Culann house. Her name before that was Síthmaíth.

Madra is freakishly strong. To give an example, in the story Cú once broke about seventeen chariots because they could not withstand his strength.

Madra does go into a ríastrad/battle frenzy like Cú did. This has banned her from the Bookball team.

Madra cannot refuse food given to her by a girl. If she does she’ll become physically weaker.

She weirdly acts like a dog at times despite not actually even being part dog.

She has a loud personality and she’s very active. She also gets very violent when shocked or just caught off guard. She’s definitely broken someone’s nose when they surprised her. She’s also prone to fits of anger and gets irritated very easily.

She plays Camogie and wants to introduce it to Ever After High.

Her pet is an Irish Wolfhound named Dorcha.

Madra would like to Rebel against destiny but she doesn’t think she can. She’s been fated to everlasting fame but dying young ever since she was a child, and once she graduates Ulster will go to war with Connacht because of the next Medb, and Madra will have to fight because otherwise Ulster doesn’t stand a chance. She doesn’t think she can stop the war from happening so she doesn’t think she has a choice other than living out her story. Not only that, she worries that if she doesn’t go through with her story she’d be going directly against the will of her gods, especially Lugh, and she knows that eventually The Morrígan will seek her out, so to her it’s better if she just goes through with her destiny instead of trying to fight against it.

She’s roommates with Momoko. The two do them get along relatively fine, but they’re not particularly close.

Momoko Hana, the Daughter of Momotaro

Momoko attends Ever After High as part of an exchange program. She used to go to a school in East Asia.

In between the years Momoko attended Ever After High, she would complete her destiny during the summer, as Momotaro is typically depicted as a teenager when he sets out on his expedition.

People were shocked that she was a girl, but like Madra her destiny can’t be denied because of her unique birth, coming out of a giant peach.

Momoko struggles to understand people. She wants to make people happy but she’s really bad at conflict resolution, especially since her main method is just giving people Kibi dangos.

Momoko is one of the few girls to be taking Heroics classes. Other girls in the class would be Madra and Jillian.

Momoko is extremely skilled with weaponry, especially sharp ones such as knives and swords. She’d be able to cut down a tree in just a few swings.

Momoko, surprisingly, does not dislike the Oni.

Momoko has spoken with her gods before.

Momoko believes it is impossible to go against destiny and that even the act of going against the set stories is the work of destiny itself.

A lot of people, both Royals and Rebels, are annoyed by Momoko because she kind of refuses to look at destiny at a deeper level. She’s very dismissive of the conflict and sees herself as above it, thinking of it as a silly Ever After thing that’ll blow over at some point. She gets proven wrong about this pretty quickly though.

Momoko doesn’t see the word of the Grimm family as absolute law, since she is not from a place where they have influence over the native fairy tales.

Momoko’s only respect for Milton Grimm comes from the fact that he’s an authority figure. If they were on equal standing she would absolutely destroy him.

Momoko has three animal companions. A monkey, a pheasant, and a dog named Nashi, Yuzu, and Ume respectively. They’re not pets, being capable of speech and human level intelligence, and they live with Momoko in her dorm room. They do not get along with each other.

Along with being skilled in martial arts and weaponry, she also like the theatre and acting.

When Momoko first came to Ever After High, one of the biggest culture shocks she experienced was the fact that she was important. Obviously in Japan the story of Momotaro is extremely popular and influential, so Momoko was a highly respected figure in her homeland. In Ever After though? Very little people knew of the Momotaro story. She thinks it’s unfair, since Ever After’s stories are also very popular in Japan but not the vice versa. It wouldn’t bother her so much if it weren’t for the fact that some students are very dismissive of her influence and importance in her homeland, since she’s not a famous figure in Ever After.

She’s roommates with Madra. Their dorm is as clean as a dorm housing four animals and Madra can be.

Lucia Wick, the Niece of Lucignolo

Starting with the obvious. The reason she’s to niece of Lucignolo instead of daughter is because the Lucignolo from the generation before went missing after turning into a donkey, so it was his sister that had to continue the story.

Lucia is a childhood friend of Cedar. According to the story the two of them should be best friends so they were often paired together whenever they were younger. Despite this the two of them never really clicked with each other.

Since Lucia was expected to be a troublemaker, the adults in her life didn’t define the boundaries of what’s right or wrong as much as they did with other children.

A good portion of her time at Ever After High consists of taking detention.

I’ve recently been imagining her with a New Yorker accent.

Sometimes, Lucia’s ears will turn into donkey ears. This mostly happens when she sneezes but it can be triggered by other things.

Lucia is afraid of her destiny because of the uncertainty around it. Her uncle went missing after being turned into a donkey and this is a pattern with the Lucignolo destiny. Most of them went missing and of those who were found, most of them would end up dying as donkeys. Of all the Lucignolos from way back to the 1880s, Lucia only knows of one that was saved and transformed back. It’s because of this uncertainty and not-very-good chances that Lucia aligns herself with the Rebel cause.

Her fear of her destiny began around the time she was a preteen-tween, when she was starting to actually comprehend it, and because of this she started to distance herself from Cedar, hoping to delay her ending for as much as possible. During her first year of Ever After High she actively avoided Cedar. However, she also feels partially guilty that perhaps she’s also delayed Cedar’s story. Almost every Pinocchio became a human when they were young so Lucia worries that her trying to escape her story might have messed up with Cedar’s.

She’s really into embroidery and textile arts.

She also likes using incenses.

She’s very clever and quick-witted.

Lucia likes causing mischief around the school, especially towards the professors but also just to anyone who annoys her.

She has a pet salamander called Matchstick

It’s very hard to convince her to do something that she wouldn’t derive personal enjoyment from. Because of this she often ever does her school work or assignments.

Lucia doesn’t think she has many friends, despite hanging out with a lot of people, because she has pretty high standards.

She’s roommates with Hannah. She thinks Hannah is very bothersome, especially with her music. She’d considers Hannah her best friend.

Hannah Hedgehog, the Daughter of Hans My Hedgehog

She’s the same age as the others, she’s just short.

Don’t draw attention to the fact that’s she’s short, even in a joking manner. It really pisses her off.

Hannah doesn’t shift between her humanoid form and an animal farm, like Bunny or Duchess. She’s stuck in her hybrid form.

Hannah does curl into herself when scared, angry, or just upset.

As hedgehogs are nocturnal, Hannah has a more erratic sleep schedule than others.

Hedgehogs hibernate for six months starting in October/November. During that time Hannah sleeps most of the day and only gets up for classes.

Hannah is firmly a Rebel and has a genuine disliking towards the Royals.

Hannah spends most of her time in the woods.

She plays the bagpipes.

Hannah chooses to rebel, despite having a typical happy ending, is because she disagrees with the ending itself. In the end of the story, Hans would be rid of his hedgehog half and live on as a human man, finally being accepted. Hannah doesn’t want to give up a part of herself simply so others would see her as an equal. She’d rather have people treat her respectfully the way she is.

Hans My Hedgehog’s parents treated him awful and unfortunately, that is the same for Hannah. Her parents are ashamed of her being half hedgehog, despite her father himself having been half hedgehog in the past. They make her sleep by the stove and neglect her.

During the time she attends Ever After High, she isn’t living with her parents. In the Hans My Hedgehog story, Hans left to live alone in the woods when he was eight, so when Hannah was young her parents forced her out so she would follow her story.

She has a pet rooster called Rusty.

Hannah hates being treated differently in any way for being half hedgehog. Obviously she doesn’t like being treated unkindly like her parents and a lot of others have, but she also doesn’t like how a lot of people in Ever After High treat her, where it’s in the opposite direction and they’re infantilising her.

Because she tries so hard to be seen as equal to others, she hates asking for help since she sees it as a weakness on her part.

She’s roommates with Lucia. She thinks Lucia is irritating, especially when she’s using incense. She’d consider Lucia her closest companion.

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