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miraculouswolf99 · 4 years ago

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I Put A Spell On You (Song Fic)

My first miraculous salt fic. Doubles as a song fic and a Halloween fic. Features the best song from the best Halloween movie of all time. Hocus Pocus.

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Adrien was happy. No one else in class knew why he had been smiling all day. Chloe was probably the only one in the room that knew why he was so happy today. But she was not going to tell anyone and ruin his day when Liar Rossi would would just use it to make up some more lies and ruin his happiness.

Things had not gotten better since the lying Italian had joined the class. Even though now that Marinette had transferred to Mendeleiev’s class, things had not gotten better. If anything, things had gotten worse since now Lila thought that she could not freely lie and manipulate almost non-stop with no one there to attempt to expose her.

The class was now half and half with who believed the liar and who doesn’t. The ones that don’t believe her being Adrien, Chloe, Nathaniel, Kim, and Juleka. Sabrina was decided to be a neutral part and not take a side. She listened to Lila’s tales, but normally stayed by Chloe’s side. Alya, Nino, Alix, Max, Ivan, Mylene, and Rose were all firmly on Lila’s side and nothing could ever change their minds.

Adrien had finally been starting to stand his ground against the liar since he had seen her chase Marinette away. He was reaching his wits end with her constantly hanging on his arm and never letting go when he asks or even demands her to. Adrien had managed to convince Bustier that he was too bust with his schedule to tutor Lila and that he would be better off sitting in the back with Nathaniel since it was more quiet than being next to Lila “never shuts up” Rossi.

“What are you so happy about today, Sunshine,” Nathaniel asked his friend.

“I have some friends coming today,” Adrien answered. “They were visiting their grandparents in the United States and decided to stop in France on their way back to their home in Greece. Their names are Lyon and Vallia Garden.”

“You know Greeks, cool,” Nathaniel said. “When did you meet them? Obviously it wasn’t a time close to now since you have not left the country and no Greeks have showed up here either, to my knowledge.”

“I met them about a year before my mom disappeared,” Adrien says. “Their family owns and operates an incredible animal and nature sanctuary that almost takes up the entire island they live on. They host a lot of charities there. Concerts, celebrity birthdays, auctions, art shows, even cooking contests. I was there with my parents for a charity fashion show.”

“Do you speak Greek or did they speak French,” Nathaniel was curious since he did know that Adrien already also spoke Mandarin and English.

“They speak French,” Adrien says. “They were the only ones there that were my age, so I was glad to have someone to talk to. We��ve kept in contact ever since.”

“Sounds great,” Nathaniel smiled at his friend. “Do they know about... everything going on?”

“Dear god, no,” Adrien stated. “Lyon is fiercely protective of his friends. He is a master archer and when he caught poachers trying to break into the sanctuary, he actually shot them all before calling the police.”

“I am not sure whether to be terrified of him when they come or in awe of him,” Nathaniel admitted.

“Nothing wrong with both, as Vallia would probably say,” Adrien chuckled. “I do admit that they can be pretty scary. Especially since when they help out at their family sanctuary, Lyon seems to have a way with their wolves and Vallia seems to be a lion whisperer.”

“I am both terrified and looking forward to meeting them,” Nathaniel nervously laughed. “I just hope Marc doesn’t faint when he learns this stuff about them. I love him, but we all know he is naturally timid.”

“I know,” Adrien chuckled. “Remember when he first met Kagami?”

“I will never let him live that down,” Nathaniel smirked, loving it when he is able to tease his boyfriend.

Before the two could continue their conversation, there was sudden yelling from outside the classroom and coming from the courtyard. It sounded like four people arguing, two of them not sounding like they were French.

“What is that,” Nathaniel wondered as they stood up.

“I’m a little worried to find out,” Adrien stated.

The two had stayed behind to chat after the bell rang and everyone else left for the day. They immediately left the classroom and looked over the railing and into the courtyard. They were soon joined by Marinette, Marc, Kagami, Aurore, and Mireille from Mendeleiev’s class, who had also heard the yelling.

“What’s going on,” Marinette immediately asked.

They all look over the rail. They see two people arguing quite loudly with Alya and Lila. They certainly were both unique-looking teens.

The first was a girl that was quite beautiful and had a grace and elegance to her style. She had long blond hair braided with roses and butterflies and had pink streaks. Her eyes were a stunning silver that you could see, if you were close enough, had specks of blue in them. Her style was a red, pink, and purple dawn colored dress with gold flats. On her wrists were diamond rose cuff bracelets, a butterfly on the one on her right wrist.

The boy next to her gave off a very icy exterior that also screamed honor and loyalty that only a knight would have. A tall boy with hair that was actually black with streaks of white and blue in it, coming to the length of Adrien's. His eyes were the opposite of the girl's, blue with silver specks. His outfit of choice was a sky blue t-shirt under a white jean vest, matching the blue pants with white boots. On his hands were white fingerless gloves. Around his neck was a sword and shield pendant as well as a white cloak only going down to his knees.

“Lyon, Vallia,” Adrien gasped.

“Those are your two friends from Greece, Adrien,” Kagami asked, Adrien having told her during their last fencing practice.

“Yeah,” Adrien said. “Their plane must have landed earlier than expected and they decided to come here.”

“Why are they arguing with Alya and Lila,” Mireille wondered.

“If it has something to do with that liar, it’s probably her fault,” Marc, of all people, stated.

It was a pretty open secret in the school that literally everyone but most of Bustier’s class, plus Bustier herself and Damocles, were all aware that Lila was nothing but a manipulative liar. In fact, most of them were shocked that the class, teacher, and principal believed her outlandish lies in the first place.

“Maybe Lila tried to cozy up to them and they caught her in a lie,” Marinette guessed.

“Lyon and Vallia do come from a rich family,” Adrien said. “Not only is their family known for their sanctuary, but they also have the largest jewel collection in the world. Like the medallions on their foreheads.”

They all looked and saw that the two did indeed have crystal medallions on their foreheads. Vallia’s was a rose quartz butterfly and Lyon’s was a sapphire wolf.

“What is up with that book that Lyon has,” Kagami noticed.

They all looked and saw that Lyon was holding a pretty large book that looked very old. It was bound with brown leather that had Frankenstein-like stitches all over it along with old silver metal on the cover as well. It also had a very large buckle.

“They did say they wanted to show me something,” Adrien said. “They went to the US to celebrate Halloween with their grandparents so maybe they got some type of prop and wanted to show it to me.”

They all quickly started to get into the courtyard and make their way over to the four. In a city plagued by a terrorist that uses negative emotions, arguments usually lead to someone getting akumatized.

“My brother does not worship the devil,” Vallia shouted at Alya and Lila.

“That book is a Book of Shadows,” Lila pointed at the book in Lyon’s hands. “It’s a tool of witchcraft, which is all about worshiping the devil. I should know. My great uncle is a world renown priest back in Italy.”

“Not all witchcraft is devil worship, you pathetic liar,” Lyon sneered. “And there is no world famous priest in Italy since the last well-known one was arrested five years ago for killing people using fake exorsisms.”

(Reference to an episode of Criminal Minds.)

“Lila is not a liar,” Alya yelled. “You are, you devil witches.”

“This isn’t even a real spellbook,” Vallia screamed at them. “It’s a movie prop out grandparents won in an auction. They knew we loved Halloween, so they got us a prop from out favorite Halloween movie.”

“See, that proves you worship the devil,” Lila accused. “Halloween is a devil cult holiday, my great uncle proved that years ago but America rejected his facts and still celebrates it.”

“It is not,” Lyon yelled. “You are the worst liar I have ever come across. You should be ashamed to insult an entire holiday just because you don’t like it. Pathetic, just like all you other mythology copying Italians.”

(Reference to the Roman and Greek rivalry from Percy Jackson.)

“How dare you,” Lila screamed.

“Lyon, Vallia,” Adrien called. “Calm down.”

But it was too late. A black and purple butterfly already came flying down. It went inside of the book Lyon was holding. The butterfly outline appeared over his eyes.

“Your favorite holiday and your culture insulted all at once,” Hawkmoth says to him. “Hocus Pocus, I am giving you the power to right this wrong. All I ask is for the miraculous of the ladybug and black cat in return.”

“I will show this liar some real magic,” Lyon said, transforming.

“What the hell,” Vallia gasped, backing away.

Lyon had changed into an almost male version of Winifred Sanderson. He was in a mostly green outfit with a green leather vest and pants with black leather boots that matched the black silk shirt under the vest. He also wore a long and shiny green cloak with a hood. He was still holding the book.

“Is it wrong that he actually looks hot in that outfit,” Adrien let slip, then instantly covered his mouth.

“Okay, we will come back to Adrien’s crush later,” Marinette stated. “For now, let’s run.”

Adrien immediately rushed forward and grabbed Vallia.

“Adrien,” Vallia was confused and worried. “What’s going on? What happened to Lyon?”

“Hawmoth is a terrorist here in Paris,” Adrien gave a quick explaination. “He takes advantage of negative emotions to turn normal people into his mind controlled villains.”

“Someone is mind controlling my brother,” Vallia was pissed. “When I get my hands on him, Hades will look like a puppy in comparison.”

“Maybe later, but we all need to hide so that Ladybug and Cat Noir can save your brother,” Adrien said.

Hocus Pocus then opened his book. He smirked as it glowed.

“Wicked ways beneath the skin, let all who taste it now join in,” he cast.

(Reference to Descendants 2.)

Out of the book came magical glowing chocolates. They all shot around the school and into the mouths of multiple people. It forced them to eat the magical treats, including Vallia, Nathaniel, Marc, and Kagami. Music then started playing out of nowhere as Hocus Pocus smirked again.

“Oh crud,” Adrien swore, running away along with the few students and staff that managed to avoid the chocolates.

He transformed and was soon on the roof of the school. Ladybug soon joined him. But they were shocked that the school was now in a full-blown musical moment. Hocus Pocus took “center stage” with Vallia and Kagami as his main back-up singers.

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine You can't stop the things I do I ain't lyin'.”

“It's been three hundred years Right down to the day Now the witch is back And there's hell to pay.”

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine!”

Hocus Pocus seemed to have used the chocolates like mind control treats. Everyone that eaten one had was now dancing around the courtyard in very Halloween-like manors. Some even seemed to be doing Micheal Jackson’s Thriller moves.

Alya and Lila, who had not gotten chocolates, were not allowed to leave as the dancers forced them to stay in the courtyard.

“What the heck in going on,” Ladybug was so confused.

“I guess whatever movie his akuma form is based off of had a musical number in it,” Cat Noir guessed.

“I put a spell on you And now you're gone (Gone, gone, gone, so long!) My whammy fell on you And it was strong (So strong, so strong, so strong!)”

“Your wretched little lives Have all been cursed 'Cause of all the witches working I'm the worst.”

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine.”

Hocus Pocus walked around the courtyard as he sung, Vallia and Kagami making amazing back-up singers. Alya and Lila still looked terrified even with the catchy song playing around them.

“Even as a back-up singer, who would have thought that Kagami could sing,” Ladybug said.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Cat Noir agreed.

“(Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! She ain’t lyin’)”

“If you don't believe, You better get superstitious.”

“I put a spell on you... I put a spell on you...”

“Ah say into pi, alpha maybe upendi!”

“In comma-coriyama"

“In comma-coriyama”

"Hey hi, say bye-bye-i-i-i-i-i-i-i"

"Bye, bye"

The song ended with a pose from Hocus Pocus and his two back-up singers. He still had his menacing smirk on his face.

“I think it’s time our little liar had her own spell placed ob her,” Hocus Pocus stated. “Like... a truth spell, perhaps.”

Let’s just say that the heroes were petty and decided to let the liar’s kingdom fall before defeating the akuma. And Adrien was certainly glad to have his friend back and a really cool book from their favorite Halloween movie. He just wished that the name of the movie would stop slipping his mind. Oh well, gives him an excuse to talk with Lyon more.

#lila salt #Lila exposed #ml salt #halloween #akumatization #original character #original akuma #hocus pocus

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runwithwolvcs · 3 years ago

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You Know I'm No Good - nine

prove them right

Warnings: none

I have a happy personality with a heavy soul, it's very tiring.

Waking up the next day, Tallulah was more than confused. She remembered Paul driving her home, but not getting home. She must’ve fallen asleep, but that wouldn’t explain how she got into her house, let alone her bed. There was a throw blanket draped over that she quickly tossed to the side. She was still in her jean shorts and tshirt from the night before, which were the last of her clean clothes from her duffle bag, she groaned out loud, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her stuff from Seattle still hadn’t arrived. She left her room, and knocked on the door next to hers, Lennas answered, clearly getting ready for work and raised one eyebrow at her half-sister, “Yes?”

“Can I borrow a hoodie, please.” She asked quietly, she's never had to ask to share clothes with anybody before, and only hoped this would go in her favour. Lenna sighed, and opened the door further, nodding her head in the direction of her closet.

Tallulah made quick work of the many hoodies Lenna owned, selecting an oversized red hoodie that had their school name on it. “Thanks, Lenna.”

“No problem. But, I get to borrow that brown flannel you own”

“Deal.” Tallulah agreed, throwing on the hoodie before leaving her to finish getting ready. She walked downstairs to the kitchen where she knew her dad would be, deciding there was no time better than now to ask about the Port Angeles trip with her friends from Seattle. She smiled at him as he looked up when she entered the room, “Good Morning, Tal.”

“Morning Dad.” She chewed her lip, before spitting out nervously, “Can I visit with my friends next friday? They’re going to be in Port Angeles.” she looked at her dad expectantly as he mulled over the idea, before ultimately shaking his head no, “I don’t think that's a good idea, Tally.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance, “What do you mean it's not a good idea!? They’re my friends who I have known since I was a kid! You let me go out with pretty much strangers just last night!” She nearly yelled, she was angry and annoyed that the level of control she had in current life felt like it was at zero. “These same friends that got you into all this trouble are the reason you are not going to see them.”Her dad's voice now raises slightly too, clearly she gets her ability to stay calm from him, or lack of.

“They didn’t get me into anything! I did that myself! Those were my choices. And maybe I shouldn't have. But I did, and now I’m here and you're refusing to let me move past them. It’s not fair!”

“You’re not going, Tally and that's final.” She spoke with such authority that she knew better than to argue.

“Fine!” she fumed, turning on her heels and heading for the front door. Grabbing her car keys as she did so. She slammed the front door as she made her way to her car, climbing in and slamming that door too. She rested her forehead on the steering wheel as she took a few deep breaths to collect herself.

After figuring she was calm enough to drive, she started the engine and pulled away from her house, following random roads with no destination in mind.

Turning right, a mix of stand alone stores came into view, Uley's BookStore amongst them. She could see Paul's blue truck sitting outside of it. She didn’t know exactly why, but she wanted to see him and before she could stop herself she was parking her car next to his and climbing out.

She walked into the store wearily, a small chime alerting that someone had just walked.

She spotted Paul almost immediately as he lifted his head up from his spot at the counter that he was occupying, pen in hand and papers all laid out, ‘Hey, you didn’t tell me you were going to stop by today.” he said, his smile mirroring her own. All anger from 15 minutes prior had left her mind, just from being in his vicinity. “Last minute decision.” Tallulah admitted,

“Do you work here?” she asked as she marveled at the petite shop, its painted a forest green colour with dark wooden bookcases. Some were already lined with books, others were bare. Tallulah assumed those were recently put together. There's a bright red spiral staircase that leads to the second floor in the corner of the room, adjacent to the door she had previously walked through. It felt so cozy and welcoming.

“No. I’m just helping Sam and Emily out.” he said, setting down whatever he had been working on before she had walked in.

“Oh. What do you do then?” she spoke as she continued to look around the store, “Did you build these yourself?” she asked, thoroughly amazed as she looked at him. Paul nodded, “I do lots of things.”

Tallulah tilted her head, clearly looking for more clarification.

“I, uh, fixed up Chief Blacks wheelchair ramp a while back and kind of just stuck with odd jobs like that around the rez. I liked to do something else eventually. When I’m able to settle down.” Paul spoke, watching her as she ran her index finger down the spine of a book. “Settle down?” she asked curiously, looking over her shoulder at him. He nodded in return, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, “I work for Sam mostly, but I don’t want to be doing that forever.” Tallulah held back the urge to roll her eyes, “Right, his little protection squad he’s got going on.” she turned back to the bookshelf she was looking at, picking a book up off the shelf to read the synopsis. “Is that what they’re calling it these days'' She nodded her head while still looking, “Yeah, and from what I’ve gathered you guys are a real pain in everyones ass.” she teased, thinking about the night before when he had showed up with Sam in the clearing. Paul laughed before saying, “I’ll tell you more about it another day. Can you help me with this?”. Tallulah nodded and walked to him, he was holding a wooden shelf against the wall, but it wasn’t quite centered. They traded places and began to adjust it, stepping back to make sure it was centered before marking the wall so that he could drill the wall studs. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, making her want to be closer than they already were. She shook the thought from her and handed him the shelf before making her way to another bookshelf that had already been set up and filled.

She found a book on Quileute legends that she had yet to hear about and plucked it off the shelf before making her way to the counter and hopping up, and reading the first few pages.

“Here. You’ll like this one.” she heard him say, looking up as he brought a book over to her. She placed the one she was currently holding beside before taking the one from his hands, reading the name out loud, “The Wolves Are Back”, Tallulah looked up at Paul amused, “Very funny.” Paul laughed lightly at her reaction, “You’re the one who wanted to know if there were wolves here,”nudging her teasingly, “And you said there are wolves in the forest!” she exclaimed, “and if a bear could wander close to the rez so could the wolves, plus I heard one earlier this week” she stated, and he nodded his head, no doubt. “You’ll hear them all the time, but they're deep in the woods. They don’t come anywhere near civilization.” he assured.

Tallulah and Paul stayed at the bookshop until dark. The more she got to know him, the more she realized she had misjudged him. They way he talked about his group of friends, especially Sam made her realize just how similar they were. Loyal to a fault.

It also made her realize how she could in fact go visit her friends with just a simple white lie. And sure, she was supposed to be spending her time in LaPush bettering herself, but clearly after what her dad said, they don’t think she can. That she will always be no good. She’s not going to change their opinions of her, so she might as well live up to their expectations of her.

Tags:@cperry0516 , @bhasbhabiessss, @fuzzyfingersandcavier

#paul lahote x oc #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #twilight wolf pack #twilight wolves #sam uley #emily young #embry call #jacob black #leah clearwater

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juuls · 4 years ago

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Juulna’s ‘Hold Onto Your Sanity’ Fic, Book, and Music Recs for the 2020 Dumpster Fire... Part 3!

So you just crash-landed behind enemy lines in a war you know barely anything about except that your role seems infinitesimal and insignificant, and dumped into a year, 2020, that already seems fifteen years too long.

Before you drown your sorrows in some fantastic scotch or wine coolers for days (or weeks)… I have a proposal.

That you step back from the flames, tune things out for a bit, and try to forget about the outside world for a while (but don’t forget to vote or I will be very sad at you!).

These fics are meant to take you out of your head (I’m including more plot/story-minded fics than PWP) for the next few weeks or months as the world goes to hell (even more) but of course there are some bits of solid angst in these as there is wont to be in many a fic. Check the tags, read responsibly, don’t like-don’t read, ship and let ship, and please do leave a kudos and maybe even a comment! :)

This is PART THREE.

Check out here for Part One and most of the Marvel fic recs, along with a selection of book recs too. :)

And here’s Part Two, which has the bulk of my Star Wars and Game of Thrones recs, along with Spotify playlists!

Part Three is this one here, all about the Potterverse.

(Not yet complete) Here’s Part Four, filled with even more shippy goodness from all over the Star Trek universe. So. Many. Ships. :D

(Not yet complete) Part Five is Witcher, Man From UNCLE, Stargate: Atlantis and SG-1, Sherlock, Hannibal, and Doctor Who.

(Not yet complete) Part Six will probably be all for my newfound love of Supergirl, along with some Game of Thrones and Marvel ships I skipped, because I gotta stop somewhere with all these recommendations or I’ll be at it forever. Seriously, how much of this stuff have I read!?

But I think we all need some distractions from the world these days, eh? Or something to console us other than internet rage and a barrel of ice cream and/or hard alcohol.

Potterverse

I’ve chosen to pick fics (mostly) off of AO3 for their easy reading access, though HP fics’ golden years were on sites like fanfiction.net and other independent archives like Sycophanthex and others which have closed their doors over the years, sadly. Some of these fics date back to almost 20 years old, or more, amazingly!

For fics on fanfiction.net, I highly recommend using this link (FicSave) to epub/mobi converter rather than dealing with the frustrating app. It functions like AO3′s built-in download button.

SSHG/Sevmione

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Second Life by Lariope

Phantom of Hogwarts by Good_Witch

Romancing the War by Pubella

The Poison Garden by turtle_wexler @turtlewexlerwrites

A Light in the Fog by turtle_wexler

Pride of Time by AnubisAnkh

The Savage by MagdatheMagpie

Snape’s Story by Tbird1965

Recognition by jezzie (krith)

Tedium of Time by oneredshoe

Tango by Desert_Sea

Sense and Insensibility by Desert_Sea

Time Mutable Immutable by Grooot

The Twenty by Leyna Rountree

For the Only Hope by ausland @run-with-me-to-the-sea

Bundle of Joy by LadyTuesday

Our Hands Tied by multilingualism

Choose Something Like A Star by TeddyRadiator

Mistress of the Stacks by Ms_Anthrop

A Derailed Train of Thought by Ms_Anthrop

Antiquities by stormcorona

Watch Over Me by @snapeslittleblackbuttons

Dropped Down into the Unknown by @q-drew

Delicate Transitions by @morbidmuch

Lay Me Low by TeddyRadiator

The Savage by MagdatheMagpie

Another Dream by @dragoon811

A Chance For Happiness by @corvusdraconis

Breath of the Nundu by corvusdraconis, Dragon_and_the_Rose

Just to Be by Amarti @amarti-writes-stuff

Hinge of Fate by Ramos

Forged in Flames by @mswhich

Days in the Sun by bluespring864

Making sure the boy who lived, actually does by Hold_en @hold-enwrites

The Problem With Purity by Phoenix.Writing

One Step Forward, Two Decades Back by corvusdraconis

The Headmaster’s Wife by Mrs_HH @propertyofseverustsnape

The Master, the Warden, the Headmaster, and the Deputy by mak5258

Cloak of Courage by Wendynat

Hermione Granger and the Intended Vessels by ShawnaCanon

Augury and Ardor by SnapeySnax

Before the Dawn by snarkyroxy

The Love You Take by Subversa

His Draught of Delicate Poison by Subversa

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Gramander (Original Graves x Newt)

A Gilded Cage is Still a Cage by Anonymous

take a deep breath (and let it go) by lincesque @tumbloncat

Roar by @elenothar

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by @prosodiical

Dearly Beloved by prosodiical

Basic Instincts by @manic-intent

Promised by Miss_Lv

Plan G by Aate

Heat of the Chase by argentoswan @wannahearaboutmycats

Newt Scamander’s Guide to Getting Things Done by arthureameslove

Against all Odds by Maril

Where I Belong by Mishafied

He Wants To Say, “I Love You, Nothing Can Hurt You” by @obsidionwingsofmidnight

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death of a bachelor by gudetama (elementary)

The Graves Identity by Mishafied

you make me feel this way somehow by gudetama (elementary)

The Nature of the Beast by AntiGravitas @absolutelynogravitaswhatsoever

The Knights, the Newt, and the Rose by @yinyangswings

The Wizard’s Cat by @natecchi

The Color of Boom by gypsiangel

Signalling Theory: Blue Coat by @obaewankenope

Flame by @esamastation

And The Tag Read Simply: “Pretty” by @funkzpiel

Aren’t You Gonna Arrest Me, Officer? by JoyBurd

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Dramione

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Her Beauty and the Moonlight by BrilliantLady

The Fallout by everythursday (orphaned and only available on AO3 now, but complete)

The Eagle’s Nest by HeartOfAspen

Turncoat by elizaye @imnotleavinherewithoutyou

The Virgin Conundrum by AkashaTheKitty @akashathekitty

Bad Faith by Morrighan256

Isolation by bexchan @bex-chan-blog

The Serpent, the Witch, and the Broom Closet by bitchywitchy

Silencio by AkashaTheKitty

All You Want by senlinyu @senlinyu

Static by galfoy @heymanticore

What the Room Requires by Alydia Rackham

And We All Fall Down by @rumaan

Ambition’s End by Hanako A

Wait and Hope by mightbewriting @mightbewriting

Rewriting Destiny by mayawrites95 (mayarox95)

Chronos Historia by In_Dreams @indreamsink

A Muggle-born Magic by Musyc @willhavetheirtrinkets

Hunted by Bex-chan

A Second Look by @riverwriter

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae

This Too, Is Sacred by HeartOfAspen

Bite First, Ask Questions Later by Daredevilsinthedetails, Kaylessi

Nocturnus by In_Dreams @indreamsink

Broken by @inadaze22

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Lady of the Lake by Colubrina

Rebuilding by Colubrina (really just anything written by @colubrina)

Presque Toujours Pur by @shayalonnie

Can’t Change the Way I Am by @nauticalparamour

Law and Marriage by DragonGrin (formerly TeenTypist)

The Tower Window by @xodramaqueenox

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Something Old, Something New by Kate Dessi

Suppressed Emotions by hopelesslydevoted.xx

Silver Blood by @freyaishtar

When the Day Met the Night by @bex-la-get

Harmony

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A Step to the Right by CatsAreCool (Rachel500)

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The Black Book by mosteveryonesmad

Awakening by SweetShireen

The Sword and the Snake by bartonfink1974

Dispelling the Silence by Indygodusk

One Year Later: Return to Hogwarts by Twilight’s Inferno

DraHarmony

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The Invitation by hot_elf @hot-elf

Love Love Love by MissELY @misselylux

Changing Scenery by aethling

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Turn Back Time by Dazeventura6

Foxfire by @setissma

Come Together by @nuclearnik

The Soul of the Wolves by LR_Earl @fanficbylrearl

Running From Lions by tryslora @tryslora

An Unexpected Family by ladyroxanne21

The Prophecies by jamcreynolds

Drarhinny

Reconstruction by @aldersprig

Fell From the Sky by BrandonStrayne @brandonstrayne (I really love this one, and not just as a Canadian.)

Demons From the Past by pottermum

Drarry

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Lost Among and Falling by @bafflinghaze

The Corruption Sequence series by beren @berenwrites

Sentinel ‘verse series by elyssblair @elyssblair-blog

Date Blindness by dysonrules

Starts With a Spin by Maxine @serasarahhhh

Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrimson

Paradigm by dysonrules

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Happen by ignatiustrout

Draco Sodding Malfoy by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed

Pieces of What by Jadwiga

Found, Not Lost by inspiration_assaulted

Shared Detention by DadIWriteGayPorn

Dirty Little Secret by Writcraft @writcraft

19 Years by shilo1364 @whimsicaldragonette

Morning Suns & Coffee Runs by laugh_a_latte @queer-coffee

Reus Una by purplepen76

Between Ink and Blood by Candamira

Ginmione

Distractions by @morningsound15

Cissamione

(This seems like it’s a bit cracky, but there’s some good ones, I promise! I sorta stumbled ass-backwards into this ship but really enjoy some of them.)

One Step Left by Cysteine @cysteine

Extinction by @rubikanon

Blinding Light by @16-pennies

Somebody Loved by beforeyouspeak

...

There. This is much better, isn’t it?

So my challenge to you, if your world is falling, burning down around you in flames... is this:

...if you feel yourself getting anxious or depressed, whether from the news or being cooped up in isolation or bored or on the verge of tearing your hair out or jumping off that roof or grabbing something to go after the dictator-of-the-week.... pause, take a breath, open up this rec list, close your eyes and pick something, and let chance take you somewhere hopefully far away. Let yourself be transported.

Oh, and don’t click on this Google Drive link. Really, there’s not 30+ GB of data on that Drive I’m sharing. Shame. There totally aren’t tens of thousands of books, as many audiobooks as could fit, and a large collection of fanfiction downloaded from AO3 in there. (Also, not all fics have been shared to that folder yet; I’m working on it a little at a time as I download more.)

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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im back on my bad end rewrite bullshit

a dream smp animation came out today and that just got my brain working lololol

so here have some concept art

the thin sheet of snow crunched under (y/n)s boots as she traveled across the plain towards her hidden cabin that was far past the enchanted woods. in her arms, rested a small girl, no older than 5, her dark blonde hair fitted in pigtails brushed against (y/n)s neck as she shuffled the sleeping child. with a small groan the child awoke, her iridescent eyes staring up at the woman she called her ‘auntie’

“we almot der?” the child yawned, pressing her cheek against the cold metal of her aunties shoulder pads.

“just a bit father, five minutes at the most” (y/n) hummed back, lifting her free hand and rubbing the blanket covered back of her ‘niece’.

“otay” the child murmured sleepily, closing her eyes and falling back to sleep against her aunties warm body. the hand that wasn't grabbing onto her aunties arm, clutching the small pink bow and ox charms that hung off her necklace.

....yeah im adding more angst to this? what about it?

anyway yeah in this rewrite Jane and Gil had a kid and when the child was young, very young, (don't got a name for her yet, taking suggestions) Jane was brainwashed to be under Mals rule, and Gil was killed at Mals hand using the Ember, now Gil’s soul, which is in the form of a small gem, rests on (y/n)s desk surrounded by small trinkets his daughter collects for him when (y/n) lets her run around the forest surrounding the cabin.

her eyes are a whole variety of colors, being half fae whos Mom was created from magic (big Headcanon for me that Jane has no dad, her only parent is FG and FG created her from pure magic after wanting a child of her own after Cinderella and B&B had their kid(s)) when she's tired, the magic in her is much more visible, and they are iridescent

they seem to shift from pink, periwinkle, sky blue, purple, green, and sometimes all of them depending on when you look at her eyes. again this is only visible when she's tired, when she's awake, they take on a more human look, now a honey golden brown color, Gils eye color. her hair is dark blonde, with the roots a dark brown, as she gets older her hair will shift to an even darker color until it matches janes hair color, when she was born it was a golden blonde.

she's very fond of shiny rocks and likes to collect them, mostly to leave around her dads soul gem but also for herself, her favorite colors are peach and gold, she really wants a guinea pig or two and always asks for one but due to their situation, (y/n) cant get one so the child settles for the wolves that live in the woods surrounding the cabin she and (y/n) live in (the child gave (y/n) a heart attack when she saw her toddle close to a wolf....and just stared as the wolves took an immediate liking to the child and started to protect and love on the child as their own, now (y/n) has a whole pack of wolves at her back thanks to the Childs natural affinity with animals “must be something with her magic” (y/n) mutters, watching as a wolf rolled on his back for the child to pet its belly)

she also likes choccy milk with extra choccy, grapes, shiny metal things (she has stolen Harrys hook from (y/n) alot...like alot alot),sharp pointy things (she has very very! sharp fangs, very good for the nights (y/n) serves meat for dinner) has her own dagger that (y/n) made her that's painted pink with gold and periwinkle detailing, when shes old enough (y/n) will teach her how to use a sword and protect herself, and if she is able to, teach the child how to use her magic.

anyway~ yay new OC and some more bad end rewrite concept~ as i said when i started this, inspired by the dream smp and @disneyfan50 “true defender” fic

#Descendents #descendants #disney descendants #rewrite #bad end rewrite #unnamed child oc #jane descendants #gil descendants #janexgil #art #my art #concept art

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vrakali · 3 years ago

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I posted 3,972 times in 2021

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I added 3,231 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 98 characters

#and yet i can also tune everything out so completely that i don't realize how much time has passed

My Top Posts in 2021

3, 10, 16, & 22 for the asks!

3. Eye color?

Mostly a grayish-blue that sometimes has some green LOL. I say gray for convenience and it's what's on my license.

10. Any phobias?

Heights are my biggest phobia. It's the biggest reason I don't like rollercoasters - though I'm trying to overcome it. Spiders are another one.

16. Any tattoos?

I wish!! :c I've been planning on getting some for quite a while and have a lot of designs I've been tossing around. The biggest issue I think is picking what design I want to use. I was going to finally pick a design and get a tattoo in celebration when I graduated college, but that was last year and obviously I couldn't do that. Hopefully sometime soon, though!

22. Favorite movie?

Terminator 2 has remained my absolute favorite for a long time now, even though I haven't watched it all the way through in years. It has such a great message about what it means to be human, Sarah Connor is an absolute badass, and of course tons of action lmao. Another favorite that I have to mention is Lilo & Stitch which I watched over and over and over as a kid and it's just fantastic in every way. One of my more recent favorites is The Martian because sassy astronaut and SPACE.

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🌺 send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going 🌺

you are beautiful soul and this made my day so much brighter

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rewatching the ‘‘filial affection’‘ episode of brotherhood and getting angry all over again over how this episode was adapted.

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wolves

sort all the characters you can into hogwarts houses, (or choose to give them zodiacs, mbtis, alignments, etc—)

okay.

-gets out character meme collection-

here we go-

i did all recurring POVs + mal

this was fun lmao

also really got me thinking about how much fun jesper and nikolai would have together.

side note: i really like mayu LOL i hope we see more of her.

side note side note: i really Do Not Like this new post editor.

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helene aquilla deserved better

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #interesting to know lol #vrakali says

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sirrriusblack · 4 years ago

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Painting the Stars

Each brushstroke was agony. Sirius was glancing up at the model more than he was watching the canvas. He didn’t even know what colour he had on his brush now. Live portraits. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done one before. No, it was a regular occurrence in his art course. But generally, the models were women. And generally, the models weren’t that bloody god-like. The model had walked in wearing a black dress shirt, only buttoned halfway and rolled up at the sleeves, and charcoal dress pants, fitted tight around his legs. Sirius looked at the canvas. He had the model’s basic shape and skin tone done without any problems. Well, excluding how flustered he was. Sirius tapped a tube of paint against his leg lightly, trying to get some more of the colour out. He wasn’t sure how he’d be able to get that tawny brown hair onto his canvas, wasn’t quite sure just how to do those messy curls justice. But hell, he wanted to try. Sirius hadn’t yet attempted to replicate the scars that ran across the model’s face, chest and arms. They weren’t pretty, they weren’t dainty, they weren’t thin and small. His scars were rough and jagged, large and threaded all over his skin. Some of the scars only just poked out of the model’s shirt, leaving the rest to imagination. And boy, did Sirius imagine. He was beautiful.

Sirius dropped his paintbrush into the tin of water. The paint mixed with the liquid until a cloud of the model’s skin tone had stained it completely and the brush came out mostly clean.

“Are you sure about that colour, McKinnon?” Sirius heard from behind him. He turned slightly to catch a glance of Marlene, bright red next to the art professor.

“I’ll change it right away, sir,” Marlene said, looking up at Sirius, who rolled his eyes and made a face at her. He could see she was holding back a laugh, but so could Professor Warren. He sneered at Marlene.

“Something funny?” he asked. Marlene’s mouth formed a straight line. She shook her head and Sirius turned back to his canvas just in time to miss Warren’s gaze. Sirius flinched at the sound of footsteps behind him.

“What’s your next move, Black?” he asked, glaring daggers into the back of Sirius’ head.

“Eyes are next, professor,” he gritted out, twisting some green paint onto his palette. He had no idea how he was going to get the colour right. Warren stood over Sirius’ shoulder, watching him mix in greens and blues until he got something as close as he could to the model’s eye colour. Warren tutted at the colour but didn’t stop Sirius’ hand as he lifted it up to the canvas and began working on the model’s eyes. The professor watched for a moment before he took a step back and spoke loud enough for the room, for the model, to hear.

“How about you watch what you’re painting rather than who you’re painting from now on, Mr Black?” he suggested, earning a few chuckles around the room. The model looked over to Sirius and they locked eyes for a moment before he looked away again. Sirius sighed and started mixing a new green for shading.

In his disorientation, Sirius knocked the tin to the floor and swore quietly. Professor Warren’s head snapped back in Sirius’ direction and everyone but the model followed suit. The cloudy water had spilled and was spreading over the floor quickly, branching towards shoes and stools.

“Uh, I’m sorry Professor, I’ll clean this up right away,” Sirius promised, putting his brushes down to go and collect the mop at the front of the room. The professor held up his hand. Sirius stopped, confused.

“No need to make the situation worse, Black. McKinnon can clean that up,” Professor Warren smirked at Marlene before he looked back at Sirius, the disgust evident on his face. “We’ll take five,” he raised his voice so that the room could hear him. “God knows you need it, Black,” he finished, no quieter. Sirius clenched and unclenched his fist, trying to stop himself from grabbing the closest water tin and tipping it on the professor. Marlene walked past him toward the front of the room and brushed her hand over his arm, smiling sadly.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, but she only shook her head and nodded to the door. Sirius got the message. Get out before Warren could kill him. Sirius took his apron off and washed his hands before he stepped out into the spring air.

The sun was shining, the grass was green, and Sirius couldn’t breathe past the cloud of smoke he’d stepped into. He stepped away from it, coughing, before he heard a string of curses and the smoke source dropped to the floor.

“Shit, sorry, shit,” said a voice that could only be described as fucking pretty. Sirius looked up from the cigarette on the ground, barely smoked and still burning atop a pile of ash. Now that he was closer, he could tell there was almost no possible way he’d be able to perfect the mess of curls on the model’s head. The model. Oh shit fuck. Sirius took a step back and tidied his hair with a swipe of his hand.

“Um, it’s alright,” he said, trying not to cough again. He looked back down at the cigarette. “You didn’t, um, you didn’t have to put that out.” Sirius gestured toward the smoke still trailing like a curtain between them but the model just shrugged.

“Probably shouldn’t be smoking anyway,” he said, brushing an invisible piece of lint from his shirt. Sirius felt under-dressed suddenly. He was wearing a white shirt and ripped black jeans, his leather jacket hanging up in either his or James’ closet, not that either of them could discern a difference between the two at this point. Sirius hadn’t wanted to risk getting paint on the jacket and ruining it. It was his pride and joy. And Lily would murder him.

“It was you that knocked over the tin?” the model asked, leaning his head against the sun stained wall. Sirius chuckled but he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He stuck out his hand on instinct.

“The one and only,” he said, smiling. The model glanced down at Sirius’ hand and a curl fell into place on his forehead. Sirius almost sighed. The model took a hold of his hand and shook it quickly before he pulled his own hand away. He smiled back though, before he leaned back against the wall.

“I’m Remus,” he said. Sirius decided not to mention the slight tremor that was running through Remus’ arm. Instead, he smirked.

“Son of Mars, raised by wolves?” he asked, finally not flustered. That changed quickly, though, when Remus smirked right back at him, his eyes only half-open.

“How does an art major know so much about Ancient Rome?” he asked, reaching into his back pocket for his pack of cigarettes. He pulled a new one out and searched his pockets for his lighter. Sirius bit his lip.

“I’m taking a course in Roman Art and Archaeology,” he explained, smug. His smirk faded in a moment, however, as he caught the image of Remus standing in front of him, A cigarette between his trembling fingers and his lips parted. Fuck, Sirius wanted to paint him. Not like he already was, not model Remus. No, Sirius wanted to paint him raw, relaxed, not posing. He shook his head.

“I’m Sirius,” he choked out. Remus let his hand fall to his side, taking the cigarette with it. He still hadn’t lit it yet, and the suspense was killing Sirius.

“Like the star?” Remus asked, amused. Sirius wanted to say something witty, maybe ask him how a model knows so much about astrology, but he couldn’t form the words. He didn’t know if Remus would appreciate the question all too much anyway.

“Yeah. Like the star,” Sirius said. Remus nodded and he couldn’t help but notice the bags under his eyes or the outright exhaustion on his face. He should have just stayed quiet. But like always, Sirius pushed too far.

“What are your scars from?” he asked, catching Remus just before he could place the cigarette between his lips. He turned his head and scoffed at Sirius, his hands shaking a little more. It felt wrong to see him like this, Sirius thought. He wondered how on earth Remus, who couldn’t seem to stop trembling, could keep still so long in the classroom. What demons was he leaving at the door, and how could Sirius help him? Remus pushed himself off the wall with his leg and shoved the cigarette back into the packet. He dusted off his shirt again and gave Sirius a sad look.

“Nope. That is not a story for today,” he said, chuckling bitterly to himself and walking back to the classroom. Sirius almost stayed silent. Almost. He turned to see Remus’ scarred hand gripped around the door handle, though, and he caved.

“Hey, Remus?” he called out. The model turned his head and looked at Sirius, waiting. He took a deep breath. “What if we made it a story for another day?” he said. “Or I mean, well… we don’t have to talk about that but, like, do you… want to grab a--”

“Yeah,” Remus replied, smirking. “Sure, Starboy.” He clicked the door shut behind him. Starboy, Sirius smiled to himself and followed the model.

#sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar au #model!remus #artist!sirius #wolfstar college au #despite not knowing anything about college #marauders era au #marauders #yis #my writing #not sure if i should do more of this #hmmmmmmmmmmmm #also i did try to paragraph this #but tumblr doesnt like me so

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unholyhelbig · 4 years ago

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Werewolf Bechloe Prompt: Beca is away for the weekend to visit friends and/or family. One late night, Beca wakes up to a noise outside her window and finds a wolf looking straight at her.

A/N: So… It’s been over a year since I’ve updated this AU. This prompt has been in my inbox for close to two. But since it’s almost spooky season, I figured I’d give it another shot!

Read the full Series here | Request Prompts here

“It’s a full moon tonight, isn’t it Beca?” the question was innocent enough, wavered out and drawn between breaths. It took her great grandmother a lot to stir from her placid spot at the head of the table. That was her seat- had been since Beca was a young girl. She didn’t’ know if it had to do with age or if her grandmother would take over the place had she still been alive.

The sound of scraping forks picking up the last of watery gravy seemed to halt at the raspy voice. Her aunt Chrissy stopped tearing a doughy roll in half and her Uncle Roth kept the spoon halfway to the green beans, steaming and stinking. Beca herself stopped mid-chew and glanced at the older woman. Mute and quiet for as long as she could remember.

Her father nudged her shoulder like he was the first one to snap out of the trance. He raised his studious eyebrows and the whole family seemed to wait for an explanation. The potatoes and the roast and that awfully rancid gravy was left untouched in the historic-looking dining room. “Uh, I… I think it is, yes.”

She nodded her shaking head and dug the prongs of her fork back into the garlic mashed potatoes before the room decided to pick up again. The conversation easy for family catching up after months of exchanging small texts or liking photo’s on Facebook. Beca fell into silence herself, pushing the dry meat around with her fork before zoning out completely.

Beca could stand the normal family interactions after a four-hour drive. She smiled and hugged and laughed when her cousins did. But she kept to herself, silently collecting the dishes as her father wheeled Grandmother May into the living room. She washed said dishes and let her hands grasp blindly through the hot water and bubbles before she ran a sponge over the unfinished meals.

“I haven’t heard her speak in years.”

The youngest of the family startled against the words of her older cousin. Josie was a tall and lanky woman with deep golden hair, a stark difference from the rest of the family with their stocky dispositions and deep midnight eyes. Hers were green, green, and cat-like. The black sheep of the family who still moved to Hollywood to set up lights on big-time movie sets. She and Beca had a lot in common; they spoke like equals.

Josie picked up a dishrag and moved to grab a rinsed plate “Mind if I help?”

“Hm, I was wondering if I was going to have to pick up all the slack myself,” Beca smirked, dunking another dish. “It’s weird though, the question about the full moon.”

Her Great Grandmother was right, however. The moon hung in the sky as if it were balancing from a velvet string. It illuminated the backyard, a little neon square blocked by their shadows cast against the grass. When Beca was younger she was always afraid an unearthed corpse from the cemetery up the road would make misty eye contact with her through the pane. She would cry when she had to do the dishes.

“She’s an old lady, I’m surprised she can follow the day of the week much less the lunar cycle.”

“Right,” Beca chuckled. She shut off the water and snatched a clean towel from the counter before drying her hands of the hot water. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her voice. Maybe in tapes but it’s kind of unsettling you know? That she chose now, on our billionth family reunion to finally speak. And to me of all people.”

“Maybe you’re the favorite. Or maybe Great Grandma May is a shapeshifter bent on turning the whole family into wolves one by one-“Josie leaned close, her breath smelling of the strawberry candies that were kept on the front table. “Starting with you.”

Beca narrowed her eyes and mulled it over for a moment. “You’re a freak, you know that right?”

“You and me both, Bec’s.”

Beca hated to admit it, But Josie’s words clung to her like a tick on a deer. Not noticeable at first, not while they finished up the dishes and joked sparingly about the way their family would carry on for hours until their eyes grew heavy.

It wasn’t until she was balancing on the edge of a blow-up mattress with her aunt who snored, that she really gave the statement a once over. Her fingers traced absently at the scars against her arms from two months earlier. Still healing and red with irritation.

She stared at the ceiling, listening to the humidifier situated in the corner of the room. She tried to count the flowers that were plastered against the wall sometime in the late seventies. Shapeshifters. Ridiculous.

Beca had started to dose off, her breathing getting slow and her fingers curled into the t-shirt she wore. Eventually, she started to feel her body grow heavy. Her father used to tell her if she pretended to sleep, it wouldn’t be long until she actually drifted into unconsciousness.

Then there was a creak, an old floorboard in the hallway of the old ranch house. Her eyes show open and her heart pressed against the inside of her wrist. The blow-up mattress was starting to deflate and it crunched under her weight as she lifted herself up on her elbow.

It was an old house, she told herself diligently, old houses made noises that were out of her control. The pipes would groan and the backup generator in the shed still sputtered black smoke even when it was idle- but wait- there it was again.

She blinked slowly and decided to rise to her feet as silently as possible to not disturb the other people in the room. The door hinges hissed and she hit the wrong floorboard that had settled in the first place.

Beca made it to the kitchen and grabbed a mug with a rooster on the side, filling it up with room temperature water. She gulped it down easily, reaching once more for the faucet- when she saw eyes.

Beca had been used to staring at her own reflection I the path of the full moon. It was pale and ghostly against the window-pane. She never looked for too long, never gazed where she wasn’t meant to. Everything that the pale moonlight touched didn’t seem tangible; it wasn’t of this world. The grass looked blue and the sky looked darker against the moon.

But those eyes, those orange eyes that nearly looked crimson, stared unwaveringly at her. Her fingers itched at the scars against her arms. They had mostly healed but they ached now. They burned and she scratched like it was a discomfort instead of an unpleasant memory.

Dogs didn’t scare her, and she wasn’t sure if she would admit it if they did. These eyes looked otherworldly. Another thing that was claimed by the moonlight. Even still, she set the mug down on the counter and leaned forward. She could feel the cold seeping through the glass. The creature blinked.

“I loved one once too.”

Beca felt her heart jump into her throat. If she was still holding the tacky glass it would have shattered against the floor into a million pieces, slicing into the bottoms of her feet. She turned abruptly, her back to the sink and to the wild animal that watched her like a vice.

Her great grandmother had wheeled herself into the kitchen. A blanket was draped over her legs, dragging on the floor. Her hands gripped the wheels and her ghostly grey eyes blinked at the glass patio doors. Beca was frozen in fear and curiosity. May’s stare focused on her in a matter of seconds- the only fast-moving thing about the woman.

“What?” Beca croaked out.

“I met him in the late ’30s.” She continued, ignoring Beca’s protests “he worked in a malt shop down by the coast in Maine. My parents used to vacation there for the month of June and the year I graduated high school was my last going. He was… beautiful.”

Beca nodded, and more than anything, she listened. She had seen pictures of her Grandmother May and her daughter after that. Her own mother was practically a spitting image of them both. She could almost imagine the choppy waves and the cold sand that wasn’t meant to be fully enjoyed.

“I knew from the start that he wasn’t human. His mannerisms, his strength, his possessiveness. There was something deep and wild against him but none of that mattered. I had never fallen in love so hard and so fast in my life.”

She swallowed “How did you know?”

“That I was in love or that he wasn’t like us?”

“Both, I suppose.”

Her Great Grandmother smiled sweetly, her stare returning to the moon-soaked yard. Beca knew the eyes were gone and the creature who gazed upon them had slinked back into the woods at the edge of the property. “He smelled like the forest.” She whispered.

They stood in a stifled quiet for what seemed like a long time before the same floorboards that gave her away in the first place creaked once more. Josie had stirred, seeing that she was missing. She flicked on the hall light and the dull yellow glow made Beca flinch.

“Jesus, what are you two doing out here?” She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand “it’s nearly three am.”

Witching hour- Beca decided with a shrug as Josie grasped onto the padded handles of their grandmother’s wheelchair. May had gone back to her mute staring and her cousin shot her an odd look before speaking softly to the older woman, directing her back towards her room at the end of the hall.

Beca turned back towards the sink, placing the mug in the metal basin. She stared towards the forest, but it was no use, the hall light washed everything away. Even if the creature had returned, she wouldn’t know, and part of her didn’t want to.

#beca mitchell #Chloe Beale #Bechloe #Bechloe au #were!chloe #werewolf au #werewolf #pitch perfect #pitch perfect au

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chemicalmagecraft · 4 years ago

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Taiyuu OCT Entrance Exam

@taiyuu-oct

"Big day, huh?" Ryuji said with a toothy grin as he and Yukino got in his car.

"You say that like this isn't the third entrance exam I've gone to," Yukino dismissed as she closed the door.

Ryuji shrugged. "Doesn't mean it isn't a big day. Who knows, maybe this is the one."

"Maybe," Yukino said. She went to press the seat heater button, using her knuckle so as not to scratch it with her claws.

"Hey, could you get mine, too?" Ryuji asked. Yukino nodded and pressed the button next to it.

"Ahhh~" they sighed a few moments later in simultaneous bliss when their seats started to warm up.

"Whoever invented seat heaters was a genius~" Yukino purred.

"Yeah~" Ryuji agreed.

They spent the short car ride mostly in silence, with Ryuji occasionally giving Yukino tips that she mostly doubted she would need to know for today. As it turned out, Ryuji didn't live all that far from where the prospective hero students were supposed to go for Taiyuu's entrance exam, so he'd offered to let her sleep over for the night and drop her off first thing in the morning.

"We're here," Ryuji said when they reached the destination. "Though I don't see a school, so I might be wrong..."

Yukino pointed to a structure that looked a bit like the entrance to a subway. It had a banner on it that said 'TAIYUU ENTRANCE EXAM DAY!!!' in big red-and-gold characters. "The thing said it was on an island, so I'd have to take a special train there."

"Right, this was Laccadaisy's school..." Ryuji said as if that was all the explanation needed. "Well, judging by the lack of people coming in we're either early or late."

"We're early," Yukino said after consulting her phone.

"Alright, then. Need to top off real quick?"

Yukino nodded with a smile. "Yeah. Thanks, niichan."

Ryuji grinned and held a hand out to Yukino. "No problem." He took a deep breath and a ball of fire appeared, hovering over his open palm. "What kind of big brother would I be if I didn't set my little sister on fire when she asked me to?"

Yukino stuck her hands in Ryuji's fire. Despite the fact that she was sticking her hands in a fire, her hands only steamed a little instead of burning. "Probably a good one," she joked.

"Hey!" he retorted. "Don't bite the hand that feeds you fire!"

Yukino took her hands out of the fire and started moving her head towards Ryuji's hand. "Ahhhhh."

"Seriously, please don't bite me," he said as he closed his hand, extinguishing the fire. "You good now?"

"Yup."

"Good. Now, before you go..."

Yukino rolled her eyes. "Another pro hero tip?"

Ryuji jabbed his finger in front of his Yukino's face, a single black claw inches away from her nose. "Behave. I'm serious. I don't wanna have to come back early because you picked a fight and got kicked out."

Yukino scoffed and brushed Ryuji's arm aside. Some white vapor emanated from her wrist where it made contact with his, and Ryuji winced and had to rub his arm. "Be careful with that thing or you'll take someone's eye out. Again. And when have I ever done either of those things?"

Ryuji held up his hand. "You literally just used your Quirk on a pro hero."

"Point," she conceded. "I promise I'll be nice."

"Thank you." Then Ryuji held out his arms. "Good luck hug?"

Yukino hugged him. "Good luck hug."

x x x

The train ride was uneventful and, frankly, kinda boring. You'd think that a train running under the ocean would be super cool, but all the windows showed was the sides of the tunnels going by. Yukino couldn't get any reception on her phone either, so that limited the things she could do to entertain herself a bit... The highlight of the trip was someone started singing Under the Sea at one point, which was definitely saying something because Yukino was more of a Frozen girl. Eventually the train stopped and an automated message asked the examinees to disembark in an orderly fashion. Yukino, because she was early, had been able to take a seat close to the first train car's door, so she was first in line getting onto the island.

The island looked pretty impressive. Apparently the principal had used her Quirk to create the entire island, and yet it didn't look like it at all. The ground was covered in grass, aside from pathways, and there was the occasional flower and tree. Yukino even saw a dense forest, though judging by the pillars it had at each corner it was probably a training ground.

"Welcome, potential students!" a woman wearing a sort of green leotard said with a big smile on her face. "I'm Laccadaisy, and if you're lucky I'll be your principal after today! Now, I'm sure you all know why you're here today by now, so just follow me and we'll be able to start the exams soon enough!" She beckoned them to follow her, then turned around and started walking to a small building. The building was filled with small lockers. "Right, put your stuff in one of those lockers and take the key. Phones, water bottles, anything that isn't life-saving medication. You'll get it back when you're done. And we suggest you check for those keys after every event, just in case." There was some grumbling, but eventually everyone put their belongings in a locker. Yukino only had her phone with her, because she'd forgotten her staff at home, so it didn't take her some time. At least she wasn't that one girl who decided to bring a real-ass goddamn sword to the exams...

Once everyone had put their stuff away, Laccadaisy had them walk to a field. There was an area marked off with flags. "Right," Laccadaisy said. "Everyone got three numbers after they applied, right?" A few of the examinees nodded. "Right, good. I hope you remember your numbers, because those are the three events you're doing."

"Why are we only doing three?" a tall boy with double-toned blue hair asked.

"I'm glad you asked that! See, you were all selected to do three events from a pool of eight at random. Each of the events tests a different set of skills or traits that are needed to be a hero, so we'll use them to evaluate how good you are. But because doing all of them back-to-back would probably wipe most of you out before you get to the last few, you'll only be doing three. Now, remember that for all of these events you're allowed to use your Quirks for anything but attacking your fellow examinees. If you do that you're out. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. We do not condone heroes fighting each other on duty. Okay? Okay. Now then, everyone who was assigned event one please line up there, and everyone else can sit on the side!" She pointed to one end of the field, then started walking to the other. "We will begin shortly!"

Yukino sat down on the side, as she had two, four, and eight. She watched as Laccadaisy explained the event (and snickered at its name, Shake Shimmy), which was pretty much just "get from one side of the field to the other while I use my Quirk on it," then did exactly that. The ground shifted and heaved under the effects of Laccadaisy's Quirk, a geokinetic Quirk so powerful that it could raise an island. The effects were almost imperceptible at first, just little waves and bumps in the ground, then slowly but surely grew in intensity. By the time most of the students were near the finish line, the field looked like a churning sea at storm. Yukino was fascinated by every second of it. The sheer power she displayed... It reminded her of what inspired her to become a hero. And it gave her an idea. She took one of her hands out of her hoodie pocket and placed it on the ground. White vapor curled from her hand... but then she changed her mind. Burning through a bunch of energy just to test something out in the middle of her entrance exam was definitely not a good idea, even if she wouldn't get disqualified for performing a very destructive use of her Quirk when she wasn't allowed to use it.

She lifted her hand back up, revealing that the patch of grass she'd put her hand on was frosted over. "Maybe later, though..." she decided.

x x x

After Shake Shimmy was done with, Laccadaisy took the examinees to the forest Yukino had seen earlier. Standing in front of it was a serious-looking man who looked vaguely like he was made out of plants. Laccadaisy slung her arm around him. "This here is Wolfsboon!" Laccadaisy said, slinging an arm around him. Wolfsboon almost immediately removed her arm from him. "He's gonna be in charge of the next two events! Take it away, Wolfy!"

"Never call me that again," Wolfsboon growled. "Alright, everyone that's in event two please step forward."

Yukino stepped forward, as well as a few others. She looked at her fellow examinees. Someone who probably had a hair Quirk, a girl who looked to be partially made of tar or ink or something, and a person with hair that appeared to be made of Jupiter-colored dust stood out to Yukino.

"This event will test your ability to evade attackers." Laccadaisy nudged him, causing him to sigh the sigh of a man forced to say something he found ridiculous. "It's called... Who Let the Dogs Out..." Yukino snorted. Wolfsboon shot a glare at her before continuing. "You will be given five minutes to hide somewhere in the forest. After those five minutes are up, wolves will begin to hunt you for fifteen minutes. These wolves are made from my Quirk and will not attempt to hurt you. However, if they touch you, you are out and will have to exit the forest. And don't try to lie about not getting tagged, I'll know. If you attempt to leave the area marked by the flags, you will be warned. Attempting to do so again is an immediate disqualification. You may climb trees if you so wish, but just know that my wolves can as well. Finally, you are allowed to fight back against the wolves, but you can't injure them too badly and any direct touch will still count as a loss even if you're the one who punches them. If there are no questions, we may begin now."

Nobody had any questions (though some very much wanted to), so they were sent into the woods. Yukino walked through a forest path, humming to herself. Maybe she should have been hurrying a bit more, but all she needed was the right space for... there!

Yukino walked into a small clearing. It was big enough for what she was planning, though. Surrounded by trees and not a flag in sight, too! Yukino sat down in the middle of the forest, cross-legged. The tips of Yukino's hair, which were touching the ground, emitted white vapor as she used her Quirk, Cryomancy, through them. A few lines of frost streaked across the ground from Yukino's hair. A circle of frost formed with a radius of a few meters around Yukino. Pure, perfectly clear ice formed from the circle, building up into a thick dome of ice with a few small holes in the top so she could still breathe. A design of an eastern-style dragon curled around the side of the dome. "And now we wait," Yukino said to herself.

A tone sounded about a minute later, signaling that the wolves would be hunting soon. A few howls emphasized that. Yukino just sat there still. Despite the fact that she was sitting in a dome of ice, it was still somewhat warm. It helped that the dome was almost completely clear, so the sunlight warmed her up. She was glad she decided to wear her black hoodie today.

A wolf made of plants walked into the clearing from the same path Yukino came from, sniffing at the ground. It looked up and glared at her. Yukino smirked and beckoned the wolf to attack. The wolf howled and charged...

Running straight into Yukino's dome with a thud. She laughed at the now very confused wolf. "You didn't really think it'd be that easy, did you?" she asked.

The wolf glared at her, then sniffed the air in front of it. It put a paw on the ice, then started trying to climb it. It didn't make any headway.

"Too steep for that," Yukino told it. "Did you really think I'd leave an obvious weak point like that?

The wolf stopped trying to climb the dome, switching to pacing around it instead. Yukino watched it make a complete circle around the dome, then start clawing at the ice again. However, it was clear that this time the wolf was trying to chip away at the ice.

"Thaaat's not gonna work, either," Yukino boasted. "This dome is made from perfect ice, a special kind of ice I can make with my Quirk by using fine telekinesis on the water as it's forming into ice. In addition to having a flawless crystal structure and no impurities, which is why it's so clear, it's much denser and stronger than normal ice."

The wolf finally managed to make a small scratch with its claw. Yukino responded by pressing a single vapor-emitting claw of her own to the ground. A line of frost shot from it, spreading to the area of the dome that the wolf was attacking. When it hit the base of the ice, the segment of ice wall that the wolf was scratching at started to thicken with more perfect ice, repairing the damage the wolf had made and then some. It wasn't quite perfect, as you could still faintly see where the scratch had been, but the message was clear.

"I figured multiple independent summons would have a limitation like that," Yukino smirked as she shook her hand out and put it in her hoodie pocket. "You aren't strong enough. I can make perfect ice way faster than you can scratch it."

The wolf scratched at the ice some more, then stopped. It sat down and pouted at Yukino.

"Puppy dog eyes aren't gonna work on me," Yukino said. It was a complete lie. She was already wavering and preparing to frost the dome over so she didn't have to look at it, but the wolf didn't know that.

It whined at her.

"No!" Yukino shouted. "Bad dog!"

That one boy with the blue hair that asked Laccadaisy a question earlier ran into the clearing. He stared at Yukino and the wolf, then ran for another path out of the clearing. Two wolves chased after him.

"Well?" Yukino said to the wolf sitting in front of her dome. It had looked over at the boy for a moment before focusing back on Yukino. "You can't touch me, so you might as well go for someone you can."

The wolf seemed to grumble, then left to chase the boy.

"Bye, doggy!" Yukino said with a wave. She shivered a little. It wasn't too bad, but repairing the barrier made the temperature in her barrier drop a bit... "Hope no more wolves come by..."

Just in case, Yukino decided to stand up and shook around a bit to warm herself up. Once she felt better, she just stood there. She waited, occasionally looking around the clearing for wolves. Aside from the occasional howl or scream in the distance, she didn't find any sign of the wolves for a while. Though at one point she could've sworn she saw movement. After what seemed like a few minutes, though... A wolf howled, followed by another. And then another. And then a few more. An entire pack of wolves filed into the clearing from all sides, and Yukino could have sworn it was led by the wolf that originally attacked her.

"You're back," she said. "And you brought friends. Clever girl." She smirked and walked over to the side of the dome. "Just know that I'm not gonna take this lying down." She placed her hand on the wall, her other hand still casually stuffed in her hoodie pocket. The telltale white vapor that always rolled off her body when she used her Quirk came from her hand, and lots of it. The wolves balked as frost spread on the ground all around the dome, spikes of ice growing from it. Yukino shook off her hand and put it in her pocket. "Try to get past that."

The wolf in the lead cautiously approached the spikes. It pawed at one of the spikes, then tried to swipe at it. After a few tries, it managed to snap the point off of it. The point didn't fall, and instead started bashing itself into the wolf with its blunt side.

"Did I mention that my Quirk isn't just cryogenesis?" Yukino asked. "I could've sworn I mentioned telekinesis at some point."

The wolf growled at her, but backed off. As soon as it did, the floating icicle dropped.

"Good doggy," Yukino said. "Now please stay away until the exam ends. I don't wanna hurt you guys."

The wolves lingered, but didn't approach again. Eventually another tone sounded, probably the end of Who Let the Dogs Out judging by how the wolves dropped their collective guards as soon as they heard it. "Are you guys not gonna attack me if I leave?" Yukino asked.

The wolves all walked over to one of the paths leading out of the clearing, toward an approaching figure. The proctor of the exam, Wolfsboon, walked up to Yukino's spike field. "Can you get out of there through your own power?" he asked curtly, his voice muffled due to being on the opposite side of a thick wall of ice.

"Yeah, just give me a minute." Yukino thrust her hand forward, and with the motion all the ice and spikes in front of her slowly disintegrated into powder. She walked through the path that she'd cleared for herself. "I can do the rest," she offered, "but I'd prefer to save my energy for later if that's possible."

Wolfsboon sighed. "That's fine, we have someone to clear the forest of... debris... anyways. I suppose I should walk you back."

"Thanks." The whole walk out of the forest, Yukino eyed the wolves tailing behind them. Some filed out as they walked, probably hiding for the next exam, but there were still a few when they were almost out.

"Are you okay?" Wolfsboon asked.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm totally fine," Yukino replied.

"You were eyeing my wolves, did they... scare you?"

"Oh, not at all! It's just..." Yukino sighed. "You noticed I look kinda... monster-y, right?"

"I wouldn't call you monster-y, for reasons I should hope are obvious," the plant-like man said, "but I'm guessing you're talking about the horns and claws?"

"And fangs." Yukino bared her teeth, showing that they were all very sharp. "My grandfather has a dragon Quirk. It's cool being able to say I'm literally part dragon, but... It seems like most animals look at me and only see a dragon, y'know? They're usually really scared of me until they have a lot of time to get used to me, so..." She looked at the plant wolves, which were completely unfazed by her.

Wolfsboon sighed. "You want to pet them, don't you?"

Yukino gave him her best puppy dog eyes, which was pretty easy because he was so much taller than her. "Please?"

"Be quick about it," he said after some hesitation.

"Thank you!" Yukino said, then started petting one of the wolves. "Who's a good boy?" she cooed. The wolf was very appreciative of the pets. "Who's a good boooy~?"

x x x

Yukino was very glad that she didn't have to do the third exam. Having to actually catch the wolves would've been way worse than just taunting them from within a dome of ice surrounded by spikes. Waiting in front of a forest with the only entertainment being occasional sounds of distant struggle was just boring, though. Yukino ended up picking at the grass, occasionally frosting a few blades over, to pass the time and replace some of the telekinetic energy she'd used up earlier. Eventually, though, the tone finally sounded and the examinees started to file out of the forest. Yukino's attention was drawn almost immediately to a very tall girl with black-and-red hair and eyes. Not just for her interesting eyes (the sclera were black, which looked really striking) or the fact that she looked absolutely beautiful, but also the fact that she was being followed by an entire pack of curious-looking plant wolves. Yukino got up and slowly walked to the girl. She looked her right in the eyes (she had to crane her head up a lot because damn was this girl tall), then crouched down a little and started petting one of the wolves. The girl didn't stop her at all.

After a few moments of Dog, Wolfsboon yelled at her to stop petting the wolves and get a move on to the next event, because everyone else was leaving. That reminded Yukino that next event was one of hers, so she got a move on. And when she go there she very much wished she hadn't...

"The Wall of Pain!" Laccadaisy shouted from on top of a six-meter rock wall. Crud. Yukino was not that good with heights... "It's literally just a rock wall. You only get one try, one of the teachers down there," she pointed to the teachers standing on the padded mats at the foot of the wall, "will catch you if you fall. Though we only have so many teachers, so try not to all fall at once. And again, don't attack your fellow examinees. You may start... Now!"

Yukino took a deep breath as the other examinees started to climb the wall. "What did Ryuji say about climbing again..." she muttered to herself as she watched someone with bird or harpy mutations blaze up the wall. Yukino didn't see how she could use her Quirk to climb that easily...

"Why aren't you climbing already, kid?" an old-ish woman in a poncho asked her. "Are ya scared?" It seemed like she was trying to intimidate her.

"No," Yukino defended. She sighed. "Okay, maybe a little, but I'm also trying to remember what my brother told me about how to climb things."

"He a hero or a rock climber?" the woman asked.

"Hero, but he also does some rock climbing. We don't have a time limit, do we?"

She shrugged. "Not really, but you'll probably be disqualified if everyone else is up there and you haven't even started yet." A lot of people were still only a meter or so off the ground, so Yukino still had time.

"I think I remember my brother saying something like... it's better to get an idea of the path you're gonna take, if you don't have a time limit but you can't fall," Yukino explained. She could kinda see a few paths, but she didn't know how good they were... "I mean, I am totally procrastinating, but at least I'm-"

"What's the matter, can't do anything without that flashy Quirk of yours?" that one person with the hair Quirk from earlier jeered. They were about halfway up the wall already. "Or are you just scared?"

Yukino gritted her teeth. "Yeah, that's it." She walked up to the wall, and a small, almost imperceptible amount of white vapor rolled from her hands. She was keeping her Quirk barely on, just enough to chill whatever she touched a fraction of a degree and barely lower her own temperature, in case she'd have to use it in a hurry. "Not gonna let a stupid wall get the better of me." She took a deep breath, then gripped two of the handholds.

"Your claws aren't as good for climbing as you might think," she remembered Ryuji telling her once. Ugh, if he found out she actually payed attention to him when he was trying to tell her how to climb things he'd hold it over her forever... "Grip the rock with your fingertips unless there's not enough room for it. The same goes for your toes."

She put one foot on one of the footholds, then the other. Her hands trembled slightly, but she tried to work past that. She slowly raised herself up and grabbed the next handhold. Then she stepped up and put her foot in the next foothold. Handhold, foothold, handhold, foothold, she slowly but surely climbed up the wall. When she was a little less than halfway up she saw someone try to jump to the top, then slip and fall. Yukino remembered Ryuji saying something about how hard jumping while rock climbing was, and how it was typically not something a beginner could just do.

And then Yukino's hand slipped. She looked back up, seeing a patch of ice where her left hand just was, and ice beginning to form under her right hand. She must've accidentally turned up her Quirk a bit when she saw that person fall... In a split-second decision, she turned it up more, frost streaming down from her right hand. She managed to make a platform of ice just before her right hand slipped, so she only fell a bit instead of falling all the way down. Yukino rubbed her now-sore butt as she surveyed the ice platform she'd made. It was sloppy, with patches of white and impurities instead of her normal ice's pristine clarity. She looked down at the teachers. "Um... am I good? I fell, but I also caught myself like immediately."

"You didn't touch the ground, so you're good!" the teacher she was talking to earlier said. "Go on, kid!"

Yukino heard some cracking from her ice platform, so she quickly held it up with her telekinesis, then reinforced it with a little more ice. Her hands were a little numb from the cold now, so instead of trying to climb again she placed her hands on the rock wall with her Quirk active. A ladder of ice formed from it, some distance away from the wall but anchored to it with bars of ice. It probably wouldn't be very fun to climb, but the way she made it, she should hopefully be able to have a decent grip on it. She climbed up the ice ladder. The rungs were cold and a little slippery, but she didn't slip. She pulled herself up onto the top of the wall. "That... probably could've gone a lot smoother..." Yukino berated herself.

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to work on it if you get in," Laccadaisy assured her.

Yukino sighed. "Figures..."

x x x

After the Wall of Pain was Middle School Gym Class, a funny name for an event Yukino was very glad she didn't have to do. It was a rope climb, even taller than the rock wall. The examinees were told to climb up it one by one, with each person only getting one chance to touch a rubber ball at the top of the rope. Yukino felt queasy just watching the examinees climb it... She did watch the red girl from earlier climb, because she'd piqued her interest earlier with the wolves. And no other reason.

The next event was called Chariots of Fire. It was an endurance run through the woods. Not much happened there, that Yukino could see anyway. She saw what happened at the next even, Hop, Skip, and a Jump, much better, though. Yukino was amused watching everyone jump around on rock pillars and falling in the water.

And finally, Just Keep Swimmin'. The eighth and final event. "This event will test your endurance when swimming, and yes you're going to be doing this in your current clothes," Laccadaisy explained. "You'll be swimming to that island over in the distance," she pointed at the island, which had a straight path to it laid out with stone pillars, "and make sure to keep inside those pillars, the seafloor there is raised so it's safer. And if you drift outside of them for too long you're disqualified, so it's not exactly worth the risk. Remember you're supposed to get to the other side as fast as you can, but don't tire yourselves out!"

Yukino raised her hand. "Question," she said. "Are we supposed to swim or are we supposed to get to the other side? Those are two different things, and I'm much better at one than the other."

Laccadaisy grinned. "Well-noticed. You're probably fine, if it's what I think it is. Now then, unless anyone else has any questions, let's start!"

Yukino stood in front of the water. Normally, she hated swimming. Despite the fact that she had an ice-based Quirk, she much preferred to be warm. So getting soaked in cold water? Horrible. If it wasn't for what she was about to do, she'd probably be even more unwilling to do this event than the Wall of Pain. But...

"Start!" Laccadaisy shouted.

Yukino quickly dipped a single claw in the water. She activated her Quirk, and some ice froze just under the tip of it. She slowly raised her hand, bringing the steadily growing ice construct with it. Once the oddly-shaped ice was out of the water, she grabbed it. Now that she could touch her ice without fear of freezing her own hand, she raised the power of her Quirk. The ice boat began to form much faster, and soon Yukino was holding onto the tail of a short, but magnificent dragon boat made entirely of ice. It had no oars, but with her Quirk Yukino didn't need oars.

"Hey, do you mind if my sister rides your boat with you?" the person with the Jupiter hair asked, followed by the tall red girl. So they were siblings. "She's not the best with water, because of her Quirk.

Yukino considered it. She had a weird feeling about them, but... "Yeah, sure, why not?" she shrugged.

"Thank you!" Mokusei-chan said graciously. Akai-chan just nodded.

"My Quirk makes water suck, too, so I know how it is," Yukino explained. Then she grinned evilly, revealing her very sharp teeth. "That being said, don't expect me to take it lying down if you try to kick me off my boat, Akai-chan."

Akai-chan didn't seem to feel threatened by that. However, Yukino did notice her face heat up a little and her ears turn the slightest shade of red. Ooh. She could work with that. Yukino patted the side of the boat, inviting Akai-chan to get on.

"Thank you," she muttered, then sat down in the only seat on the boat. She tried to keep to one side so Yukino would have some room, but when Yukino vaulted over the side of the boat she very purposefully landed directly on Akai-chan's lap. Akai-chan stiffened slightly. The boat started to move with a wave of Yukino's hand.

Yukino looked up at Akai-chan for a second, just a small glance to get a look at her expression. She was looking at Yukino sternly, though Yukino could see a bit of confusion poking through. Yukino grinned and adjusted herself a little on Akai-chan's lap. "In case you had any thoughts about just throwing me off," Yukino said. She created a small statuette of her from ice, then caused it to shatter. "Not that it'd work out for you too well..."

"I had not planned on that," Akai-chan muttered.

Yukino grinned. "Plu~us, it's so much more comfortable to sit on such a pretty girl's lap than to just stand on a boat. Not to mention sitting on hard ice. Speaking of, how are you doing back there."

"Ah... I'm..." she hesitated. Yukino chuckled to herself as she watched the taller girl blush in her reflection on the ice. She couldn't see that much, due to her ice being so clear, but it was still entertaining. "I... I can deal with it."

"Don't worry, it won't be too much longer," Yukino assured her. They were already over halfway there. Seventy-five meters may have sounded like a lot, but she was effortlessly making her boat go... oh, thirty, thirty-five km/h. And that was nowhere near her top speed. "Watch, I can go faster," she bragged. She upped her telekinetic output a little, bringing the boat up to fifty km/h. Yukino got up once she had acclimated to the increased speed and stretched. They were almost to the finishing island, so Yukino started to slow her boat down a little. "Right, this was fun and all, Akai-chan, but I think this is where our team-up ends." She climbed onto the dragon figurehead and snapped her fingers, concentrating on her telekinesis.

The sound was almost completely drowned out by a loud CRACK as the boat shattered into large pieces. The figurehead she was standing on stayed flying toward the island, but the rest of the boat slowed down a lot and began to disintegrate into diamond dust. Yukino jumped off her dragon head and rolled when she hit the ground. She saw the finish line and got up to start running towards it...

"SHE'S SINKING!" a voice shouted from behind Yukino. She turned around to see that one person with the hair Quirk who jeered her earlier shouting as they ran ashore, their massive volume of now-wet hair flashing bright colors. Then she saw Akai-chan. Below the water. And not moving, from the looks of it.

Shit. That was her fault. Yukino ran back for Akai-chan, no hesitation. She didn't pay much mind as Niji-chan ran past her. Akai-chan had only just fallen, so if Yukino was quick enough... She plunged her arm into the water, activating her Quirk. This was gonna suck... A line of ice spread across the submerged ground to Akai-chan, and when it reached her spread out to a platform of frozen sand. The platform rose, lifting Akai-chan back above the water. Yukino stood back up, shaking off her now very cold hand and carefully picking the ice that'd formed from using her Quirk underwater off with her telekinesis. She floated Akai-chan over to her. She looked like she was unconscious, but when Yukino put her ear to the girl's chest she could still hear breathing. Yukino breathed a sigh of relief, slumping over Akai-chan. Then she remembered what was going on and looked for the finish line. She saw Niji-chan standing on the other side of the line looking pleased with themself. Maybe. Their hair covered like half their face, so Yukino could've been wrong.

Yukino snorted and stuffed her cold hands in her hoodie pockets. "Didn't even stick around to see if Akai-chan was fine..." She slogged out of the water onto the beach, Akai-chan's platform floating behind her. Someone put a hand on Yukino's shoulder when she was halfway to the finish line. Yukino turned to see the woman with the poncho from earlier.

"Let me guess, you're taking her with you so she can complete the course even though she's unconscious," Poncho-chan said.

Yukino nodded. "Yeah. Kinda my fault she got knocked unconscious to begin with..."

"Even if you checked her out, I need to make sure she's good. And while it was heroic of you to go back for her, you shouldn't have dumped her in the water to begin with, even though you technically didn't attack her."

"Yeah, sorry..." Yukino agreed sheepishly. She gently lowered the platform of frozen sand onto the ground.

"Now go, finish up the exam, kid."

"I'd like to come back to check on her when I'm done, if that's okay."

"Fine, fine, just go already!" Sheriff shooed her off. Yukino did as she was told and jogged to the finish line. Even with that distraction the nearest examinee to the finish line (aside from friggin' Niji-chan...) was still only like half of the way through the course, so Yukino didn't really feel the need to hurry. Almost like most people can't swim faster than a boat propelled by telekinesis.

Yukino sneered at them, making sure to bare her pointy teeth, as she crossed the finish line. "'What's the matter, can't do anything without that flashy Quirk of yours?'" she parroted. There was no way they could've swam fast enough to keep up with her boat, especially with that much hair.

"Shut up, nerd," they said.

Yukino rolled her eyes and looked at the teacher standing at the finish line, a man with deer mutations wearing a nice suit. "Am I good? I kinda wanna check how Akai-chan's doing."

He nodded.

"Thanks." Yukino walked back over to where Poncho-chan was checking out Akai-chan. "How is she?" Yukino asked her.

"I'm fine, thank you for asking," Akai-chan said. She slowly sat up.

"It turns out she just knocked herself out with her Quirk so she wouldn't accidentally shock that other examinee," Poncho-chan explained.

Yukino scratched the back of her head, lightly so as not to hurt herself with her claws. "Yyyeah, sorry about just dumping you in the water like that... I should've figured that wouldn't be good after what Mokusei-chan said..."

"It's fine," Akai-chan dismissed. "I'm just worried I accidentally hurt the other person."

Yukino snorted. "Oh, don't worry about them, they're fine. Ran as soon as they distracted me with you. The nerve..."

Poncho-chan shrugged. "Arguably not as bad as dumping your ally in the water when you know she'll react badly to it," she commented.

Yukino jabbed a finger at her, ready to argue, then acquiesced lowered her hand. "No, I can't really argue with that, can I..?" She sighed. "I know you said it's fine, Akai-chan, but I still feel bad about doing that..."

"Thank you for your concern," Akai-chan said. "I am okay, if I didn't hurt anyone."

Yukino sighed. Akai-chan said that, but Yukino still didn't feel that much better about it...

x x x

"How'd it go?" Ryuji asked when Yukino got in the car.

"It was fine," Yukino muttered.

"Doesn't sound like it. Did something happen?"

Yukino shrugged as she put her seatbelt on. "I mean, obviously stuff happened, but nothing I feel the need to tell you about."

Ryuji narrowed his eyes at her, then returned his eyes to the road. "Fine, I won't pry. Did you have fun, at least?"

"Honestly it was kinda hard..."

"Well, that might be a good thing. Didja learn anything there?"

Yukino thought about it. "Yeah," she realized. "Yeah, I did. You know what, maybe I'll go to Taiyuu."

Ryuji grinned and offered her a high-five. "That's great!"

Yukino smiled. "Yeah, I guess it is." She high-fived him.

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audreyandherocs · 3 years ago

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Thea's Cave: Chapter 2

Thea wasn’t sure how long or how far she wandered. Time didn’t have much of a hold on her, going slowly sometimes but on other times very quickly. If it weren’t for the day and night cycle, especially with the threat of mobs with the latter, she wouldn’t be so aware.

It didn’t matter to her as much since she was more focused of learning the world around her. Everything was so familiar yet so different.

She knew the world yes, but this version.Things were similar, like she knew which material was which, but they were different variants. There were different biomes beyond the desert and regular grass biomes. There were different types of wood for each biome and the grass was different looking too!

And the flowers! There were more flowers! Beyond dandelions and poppies! And they could be turned into dye. Not just red and yellow dye either. Blue dye could be acquired from flowers and no longer just lapis lazuli. The flowers had actual functions beyond aesthetics!

Thea wandered and wandered, learning and relearning traits. What aided her tremendously was the crafting book. Every new material added to the secrets it held and it’s whispered to her that there was so much more.

She eventually came across a village and the new wave of sensations took over. So much so, she had to sit down and watch the villagers go on about. Eventually, she had gathered the attention of them and then there was an iron golem that lumbered its way to her.

It stopped in front of her, staring at her, watching Thea wave to it in good gesture before it reached up. Its bulky arm moved to pluck a poppy and extended it to her. Thea smiled at the poppy and golem. It was not long before she was guided to the center of town.

Everything was a whirlwind before the villagers slowly introduced themselves to her. Then she was offered a place to sleep as night blanketed over them. There Thea learned and learned, getting used to living in the world.

“What do you mean enchantments? There’ enchantments now!?” she shrieked in shock and excitement. “That is so scuffed!”

The villagers, the blacksmith and alchemist particularly, nodded as they showed her how she could enchant. The alchemist later showing her his potion stands and Thea short-circuiting with the weight of this new information.

Eventually, she begun to split her time between learning and helping around the village, to being on her own. The desire to be away from people was always there but it was overshadowed with her curiosity of the new world and survival.

She had built herself a small home, a little bits away from the village (mostly because there wasn’t room in the village to begin with) and with each block she placed, she remembered the enjoyment of building. So much so she made a home that was in design compared to the village’s.

But she did not dare stray away from the difference in resources. Deciding to start off slowly with what she was familiar with.

‘One day, I’ll use something new. One day’ she thought to herself as she slept in her pink home, in her wooden home that was fortified with solid cobblestone. ‘but this is just fine.’

As she built, her memories formed a figure that would build alongside her. A man who wore a green and white hat, humming alongside as he told her of his builds. His presence calming yet chaotic that brought a smile to her face. Sometimes, as she walked among the villagers, she thought she would see the man at the edge of her vision but disappear when she turned.

She learned and learned, in the good graces of the village and she felt…settled.

Not at home, no, she knew she would never be at home but she was, settling. Thea slept in her bed, safe in her own base, surrounded with her own things and reminders of her existence. The new clothes she wore were of her own design and with the help of the villagers, she had more of an identity now. Her pets, her wolves and cats, slept around her reassured her she was alive as they radiated life.

Finally feeling the pull of sleep, Thea closed her eyes and was welcomed with darkness. She loved and feared sleeping. She loved it because it was a comfort to rest her body and have a taste of her past existence of existing in the void.

But she also feared it because as each day she lived in this world, she was afraid to leave it and be stuck in the void.

She begun to sink further and further to sleep, edges of old memories seeping into her dream when she heard the bell rung. It mixed with the sound of someone singing as they droned out together to nothingness. The sound of a horn mixed with the sound of the dragon’s roar that it shattered the air and her dreamscape.

Thea’s eyes flew wide open, her body on edge immediately. She leapt out of bed, her body stilling as it strained to focus. Her breath stilled, her heart beating against the forcefully stilled chest. Her ears strained as there was another horn, the bell in the village square ringing.

In the darkness, there was an orange huge to one side and she smelt it. Smoke.

Ice spread throughout her entire body as she ran to her balcony. She looked to the source of the light and Thea widened her eyes, witnessing the village on fire. Panicking, Thea jumped out of the balcony. Her wolves were by her side as she ran to the village, as villagers were huddled in their homes while some were running out of the burning homes.

Thea ran and took out a bucket, grabbing water from the wells and started dumping them wherever she could. The fires were extinguishing but not fast enough as it continued to spread.

She heard grunts and the sound of the golem attacking. She turned just in time to see an arrow fly past her barely. It razed her arm and she hissed, taking a bit of damage. The wolves immediately turned on the instigator and charged, growling.

Thea turned to where the wolves were targeting their anger towards and saw a Villager but not a villager, with its grey like skin and brown clothes. There were banners of its face as they advanced with crossbows.

“Pillagers” whispered Thea in realization, the realization making her awake. Thea’s body moved as she opened her inventory, placing her armor on and putting her shield and weapons in hand. She briefly had noted her food and arsenal before she took position.

With bow in hand, she begun to pick off the pillagers. This ultimately caused their attention towards her and some of them advanced forward. They got closer and closer to her and some fell by her bow.

There was coming too close to her, crossbows locked and loaded. Her shield, decorated with a pink flower, was littered with arrows. Every thunk of the arrows causing Thea to unconsciously flinch. Deciding she couldn’t pick them off anymore, Thea took out her iron sword and charged. She swiped and swiped at them, jumping to cause more damage and moved around them.

She blocked what she could, but at some point, the thrill of adrenaline masked her pain. She gleefully took pride as she killed more and more pillagers. More and more pillagers came and fell.

More of her wolves fell and there were some villagers who failed to escape. Their deaths kept grounded and aware, reminding her why she was even fighting to begin with.

Thea’s fuel had changed from protecting the villagers to fighting for her survival to the thrill of fighting. She was still conscious of the fact she couldn’t get any of the villagers hurt, but at the same time-

With a swing of her sword, she had cut down another pillager but this time it was the flag bearer. Its banner fell and she picked it, collecting it as a trophy before she looked to her next target. Whether it be another pillager or hostile mobs.

Then she heard creaks of metal that made her heart crack. She turned to the iron golem, eyes wide open as it fell to it’s legs. The last defender.

The pillagers advanced and rage filled her. She roared and there was a buzz in the air, reminding her of endermen before she found herself diving at the final few pillagers, sword ready.

Then like that, it was over.

Dawn approached as did peace.

Thea walked towards the iron golem, it’s head creaking up at her. She stood in front of her, dazed with adrenaline and emotions. The iron golem raised its arm, creaking pathetically and Thea held her hand for it.

Their fingers touched before one hand fell and then the light behind the golem’s eyes disappeared as did its life.

Thea closed her eyes, bowing her head for a moment before kneeling down and placing a poppy by it. One of the many she promised.

Forcefully feeding herself food, she looked through the village and took note of the damage caused by the pillagers. The village was practically decimated with only a handful left (which wasn’t much to begin with). She gave some food to her last two wolves, letting herself take a moment to breath while running her hands through their dirtied fur.

“I should’ve named you guys” she spoke to them. Not to just the wolves that were licking her hands and face in reassurance, but to the ones that fought alongside her. She would have to build nameless graves to the long-gone wolves, and the thought of it was a wake-up call.

She was too busy catching herself upon learning about the new world, so much so, she didn’t really let herself live.

Not in the way it mattered.

Thea got up to her feet before going to her home, no doubt where the rest of the villagers had taken refuge in. Her base was no longer hers as it was theirs now.

They needed it more than she did.

A few days passed as she helped the remaining villagers, returning their kindness as best as she could. She tried to help savage their resources, expanded her farm enough so they could eat, fixed the homes that were still standing or building new ones. Most importantly, she helped create graves for those who had perished.

Their gravestones were flourished flowers that Thea had collected. She made her duty to plant a bed of poppies around the iron golem before creating a grave for her fallen wolves, also adorned with flowers.

Time passed as Thea shouldered her things, only the essentials, as she stood outside her base.

What would’ve been her home.

The village was getting back on its feet but it would take time before it would flourish once more.

The few villagers that stayed in their new home stood outside the home, standing there to see her off.

“Thank you for your kindness. I would still be lost if not for you all” said Thea, giving them a smile (what was behind it she didn’t know).

The villagers grunted, talking to her as the smaller ones held her cats. They would need the cats more importantly, to fend off creepers from blowing up any recovery progress they had done.

They gave her bread for the road and she waved them goodbye as she left the village. She wrapped her mysterious cloak around her neck, before straightening her new turquoise hoodie poncho which fluttered in the wind, revealing armor underneath, as she took a deep breath, setting her eyes on the vast land before her. Her two wolves, now named as Lupa and Fenrir, trotted alongside her dutifully.

They left the village behind them and unknowingly made their way towards the DSMP, where there would be a whole new chapter.

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voidendron · 4 years ago

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30 Questions Tag Game

Tagged by @thedinalixlegacy - thanks, Dina! 💚💜

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 5 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

Name/Nickname: Mick is my chosen name, but Blitz is a nickname I’ve had for years ‘cause of a previous fandom I was in.

Gender: Trans man

Star sign: Leo

Height: 5′5″-ish? 5′4″? somewhere around there

Birthday: July 30th

Time: As of right now, 11:51 AM

Favorite bands: Five Finger Death Punch, Aviators, All Good Things, Poets of the Fall, Valley of Wolves

Favorite solo artists: Nathan Wagner, Barns Courtney

Song stuck in my head: Grace Blue - “Our Eyes”

Last movie: The Neverending Story

Last show: I...don’t actually remember. maybe Jeopardy?

When did I create this blog: Oh...I’ve had it for a few years, but I genuinely don’t remember exactly when

What do I post: Mostly SWTOR OC content

Last thing I googled: “swtor virulence sniper” (I’m making Xaerez a second armor set so I can switch him between marksman and virulence whenever I feel like it/one would be better than the other)

Other blogs:

@thevehszlegacy (where I sort my SWTOR OCs)

@swtor--screenshots (currently kinda inactive. I need to take and edit more shots to queue em up)

@fr-thecollectors (Flight Rising blog)

@mcblitz (OC catch-all blog. currently inactive cause I’m lazy)

Do I get asks: Yeah, sometimes! I’ve been trying not to do too many asks games though - I’m afraid of annoying my followers, so don’t get them as often as I used to

Why I chose my url: It’s actually kind of a long story alsk;dj. BUT the super-short version is my mascot’s name is Blitz, and “indite” is another word for write. I also like how the i’s are symmetrical to each other.

Following: 55

Followers: 208

Average hours of sleep: Anywhere between 3 and 9 tbh. I have awful sleeping habits.

Lucky number: I’ve always kinda gravitated toward 18 and 58, so those?

Instruments: None :’) I used to take piano lessons, but that was yeaaaars ago and I don’t remember anything from them.

What am I wearing: Pajamas! Some green pajama pants with skulls and a gray tie band, a black hoodie, rainbow socks, and some Star Wars fingerless gloves (I love fingerless gloves and have a small collection :P )

Dream job: Animator, character designer, author, illustrator- there’s a few things I’m interested in!

Dream trip: Norway! We were actually planning on going last summer before all the quarantine stuff, so hopefully in the next few years that trip becomes a reality.

Favorite food: okay, so my grandma makes this thing we just call “cheesy potatoes” and- ahhhh it’s to die for. so SO unhealthy but so damn good. it’s chopped up potatoes with lots of cheeses and it’s creamy and- yum. now I’m craving it alksdljksd

Nationality: American

Favorite song: It tends to change a lot so I can’t really answer this one

Last book read: haven’t read much lately, unfortunately :/

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in:

1. Star Wars - specifically Old Republic era

2. Subnautica

3. Norath (Champions: Return to Arms). I want to be a magical fantasy lizard-man with a giant hammer. is that too much to ask? akls;jdsk

Tagging: I....have no idea who has and hasn’t been tagged for this yet cause I’m kinda late getting to it, so I’ll leave it as an open tag!

#tag game #about me

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emeraldrosequartz · 5 years ago

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Rematch: a GladiatorLoki one-shot by EmeraldRoseQuartz

@latent-thoughts...I blame you for this.

Part of the blame is on @sillyvantas for creating this AMAZING concept fanart of Loki about to go into battle on Sakaar (and a bunch of other cool Loki drawings, I should mention), but mostly, this is on you, Latent. For having the very audacity to ask for such a thing, knowing there are poor fools out here like me who can’t resist an AU based on fanart. And I hope you know that there will be consequences. :P

In the darkness, alone, he could hear the nearly-uncontrolled crowd cheering outside the enormous metal door. Distilled light filtered in through the spaces and gaps of the barrier in front of him, shining an eerie mottled pattern on the pale features and translucent green eyes of the disgraced Prince of Asgard. Loki gripped the clunky sword nervously, the worn leather creaking and groaning in his palm. His heavy breath and the sound of rushing blood in his ears almost drowned out the chanting on the other side of that door, the savage audience stomping and screaming so violently that it shook the massive slab of steel on its hinges. But even that didn’t interrupt the one thought running through his mind over and over again.

How in the Nine Realms had he ended up here…

Oh...right...

—-

“HEIMDALL, BRING US BACK!”

In hindsight, that had been a mistake.

But it had been a long day. After Thor’s surprise return to Asgard, being outed as an imposter in front of the entire Asgardian court, reuniting with his father on Midgard moments before finally being accepted as a son by Odin (which was immediately followed by the Allfather’s demise), learning the formerly-imprisoned-and-newly-released Goddess of Death was actually his adoptive sister, and seeing her crush Thor’s formidable hammer like a snowball on Muspelheim...well, admittedly, he wasn’t in top form.

That last sight had struck such panic in him that calling to Heimdall was the first thing he thought to do.

And then, before he knew it, he was spinning out of control on the wrong side of the Bifrost, hurtling through space until he collided unceremoniously with the ground in the middle of what appeared to be a garden party in a trash dump. Right at the sandaled feet of the Grandmaster.

“Wellllll what do we have here? Another lost little soul for me to care for, hm?”

Still dazed, Loki had smacked the stranger’s hand away when the Grandmaster reached to touch him, causing a round of shocked and anxious gasps from the eclectic partygoers.

In hindsight, that had also been a mistake.

“Ooooh, a fighter!” The Grandmaster had said, giddily. “What-uh...what’s your name, feisty?”

“I am not feisty,” Loki had growled in response, hardly aware of the crowd around him that had gone eerily silent and were watching him like a pack of hungry wolves. “I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, Rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief, and I will not be bullied by the likes of-“

Then everything went black.

It was definitely time to retire that line.

Upon awakening in the disgusting dungeons of the gladiators - which the insipid rockman kept insisting was called the “freaky circle” - Loki found he had a very uncomfortable obedience disk latched to the skin of his neck and an aching desire to scheme his way out of this place as fast as possible.

So he volunteered to fight the champion.

In hindsight, that might have been the biggest mistake of them all.

—-

Now, standing at the gates of the arena, armed with nothing but this ungraceful hunk of ill-forged metal and whatever magic he could manage to conjure on this unfamiliar world, adrenaline kicking through his veins, heart pounding, senses heightened, eager to get this over with and get off of this gods-forsaken planet...it occurred to Loki that he might be in slightly over his head.

The Grandmaster’s contrastingly song-song voice boomed over the collected cacophony of the audience as he announced the winner of the battle royal, but the ambient sound quieted slightly as he heard:

“And now, as you all know, we’ve got a new fighter who wants to try and win his freedom by challenging the champion! Are you ready for this?”

Deafening cheers exploded from the thousands of bloodthirsty onlookers. Loki gulped.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you - The Prince of Assberg - the feisty God of Misdeeds - Logee!”

Oh, for Hel’s sake...

If only to correct that egregious introduction, Loki decided then and there that he would do whatever it took to get himself out of that arena alive. The doors swung open into a blinding light, and thousands of people booed and jeered him.

Lovely.

Shaking off his nerves, he gathered himself and sauntered out onto the battlefield, arms spread wide, with a snarky, confident grin.

He turned around the huge stadium and took in the magnitude of the audience. Thousands upon thousands of spectators roared, soaring up into the sky where the top of the stands mingled with hovering ships. Loki spotted the Grandmaster’s box, and with over-enthusiastic dramatic flair, he bowed flourishingly.

“Yea, he’s great, he’s great. Let’s hear it for him. But now. Oooooo, the one you’ve all been waiting for…”

Impossibly, the crowd got even louder. Green fireworks of colored powder began exploding around the arena, signs and masks were being waved by excited onlookers. Loki looked at the gargantuan door on the other side of the battlefield.

“Oh boy, here he comes. The undefeated, defending champion. You know him, you love him…”

The ground began to tremble as the door slowly began to open.

“The Incredible...HULK!”

...

FUCK.

Of all the creatures that could have violently exploded from that door, of all horrors he’d endured, of all the worst possible scenarios he had considered…

“I have to get off this planet…” Loki whispered to himself in sheer disbelief. How had that beast gotten to this world?! What in the HELS was this place?! Was it specifically designed to trigger every fear he had, or was that just his dumb luck?

The giant green monstrosity came roaring out onto the floor of the arena, dressed in the same gaudy Gladiator-style armor that Loki had been forced to wear - at least he’s been able to change it from that hideous dark blue to a more suitable shade of green beforehand. But that was literally the least of his concerns, as the Hulk began barreling toward him on all fours, pushing himself forward on those rippling, huge arms and eying him murderously.

“Good to see you too, Bruce,” Loki said under his breath. He had about five seconds before the monster would be upon him. A fury of battle-practiced rage blossomed inside him - this would NOT be a repeat of what had happened on Earth. Soliloquizing to the green abomination had been - yet another - mistake. Not this time. He wouldn’t underestimate his enemy again; in fact, he already had a plan. He smirked.

Planting his feet firmly in the dirt, gripping the sword in one hand and drawing his seidr to the palm of the other, Loki locked eyes on his opponent.

Bring it on.

@latent-thoughts, I challenge you to write the battle that ensues. Like I said - consequences! At least 1,000 words, then you can pass this off to whomever you’d like, even back to me if you feel like a little vengeance is in order. Looking forward to it! :P

@wrathkitty @caffiend-queen @nildespirandum @devilish–doll @myoxisbroken @starrynight35 @moonfaery @dangertoozmanykids101 @lovely----------------notlovely @archy3001 @cursedcursingviking @ohhhmyloki @im-a-slut-for-an-accent @baby-bunting @dianamolloy @lokis-library @juju092118

#GladiatorLoki #Loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #Loki Fandom #Loki Laufeyson #hulk #sakaar #grandmaster #loki fanart

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illbefinealonereads · 4 years ago

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Blog tour day! Today I’m sharing some information about Lobizona by Romina Garber, as well as an excerpt. Scroll down to learn more.

Some people ARE illegal.

Lobizonas do NOT exist.

Both of these statements are false.

Manuela Azul has been crammed into an existence that feels too small for her. As an undocumented immigrant who's on the run from her father's Argentine crime-family, Manu is confined to a small apartment and a small life in Miami, Florida.

Until Manu's protective bubble is shattered.

Her surrogate grandmother is attacked, lifelong lies are exposed, and her mother is arrested by ICE. Without a home, without answers, and finally without shackles, Manu investigates the only clue she has about her past—a mysterious "Z" emblem—which leads her to a secret world buried within our own. A world connected to her dead father and his criminal past. A world straight out of Argentine folklore, where the seventh consecutive daughter is born a bruja and the seventh consecutive son is a lobizón, a werewolf. A world where her unusual eyes allow her to belong.

As Manu uncovers her own story and traces her real heritage all the way back to a cursed city in Argentina, she learns it's not just her U.S. residency that's illegal. . . .it’s her entire existence.

Early Praise: “With vivid characters that take on a life of their own, beautiful details that peel back the curtain on Romina's Argentinian heritage, and cutting prose that shines a light on the difficulties of being the ‘other’ in America today, Romina Garber crafts a timely tale of identity and adventure that every teenager should read.”–Tomi Adeyemi New York Times bestselling author of Children of Blood and Bone

“Romina Garber has created an enthralling young adult fantasy led by an unforgettable Latinx character Manu. In Manu we find a young girl who not only must contend with the injustice of being undocumented she also discovers a hidden world that may explain her very existence. I fell in love with this world where wolves, witches and magic thrives, all in a rich Latinx setting!” –Lilliam Rivera, author of Dealing in Dreams and The Education of Margot Sanchez

Buy Link:https://read.macmillan.com/lp/lobizona/

Author bio:

ROMINA GARBER (pen name Romina Russell) is a New York Times and international bestselling author. Originally from Argentina, she landed her first writing gig as a teen—a weekly column for the Miami Herald that was later nationally syndicated—and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Her books include Lobizona. When she’s not working on a novel, Romina can be found producing movie trailers, taking photographs, or daydreaming about buying a new drum set. She is a graduate of Harvard College and a Virgo to the core.

Social Links: Twitter: @RominaRussell // Instagram: @rominagarber

Excerpt:

I awaken with a jolt.

It takes me a moment to register that I’ve been out for three days. I can tell by the well-rested feeling in my bones—I don’t sleep this well any other time of the month.

The first thing I’m aware of as I sit up is an urgent need to use the bathroom. My muscles are heavy from lack of use, and it takes some concentration to keep my steps light so I won’t wake Ma or Perla. I leave the lights off to avoid meeting my gaze in the mirror, and after tossing out my heavy-duty period pad and replacing it with a tampon, I tiptoe back to Ma’s and my room.

I’m always disoriented after lunaritis, so I feel separate from my waking life as I survey my teetering stacks of journals and used books, Ma’s yoga mat and collection of weights, and the posters on the wall of the planets and constellations I hope to visit one day.

After a moment, my shoulders slump in disappointment.

This month has officially peaked.

I yank the bleach-stained blue sheets off the mattress and slide out the pillows from their cases, balling up the bedding to wash later. My body feels like a crumpled piece of paper that needs to be stretched, so I plant my feet together in the tiny area between the bed and the door, and I raise my hands and arch my back, lengthening my spine disc by disc. The pull on my tendons releases stored tension, and I exhale in relief.

Something tugs at my consciousness, an unresolved riddle that must have timed out when I surfaced . . . but the harder I focus, the quicker I forget. Swinging my head forward, I reach down to touch my toes and stretch my spine the other way—

My ears pop so hard, I gasp.

I stumble back to the mattress, and I cradle my head in my hands as a rush of noise invades my mind. The buzzing of a fly in the window blinds, the gunning of a car engine on the street below, the groaning of our building’s prehistoric eleva- tor. Each sound is so crisp, it’s like a filter was just peeled back from my hearing.

My pulse picks up as I slide my hands away from my temples to trace the outlines of my ears. I think the top parts feel a little . . . pointier.

I ignore the tingling in my eardrums as I cut through the living room to the kitchen, and I fill a stained green bowl with cold water. Ma’s asleep on the turquoise couch because we don’t share our bed this time of the month. She says I thrash around too much in my drugged dreams.

I carefully shut the apartment door behind me as I step out into the building’s hallway, and I crack open our neighbor’s window to slide the bowl through. A black cat leaps over to lap up the drink.

“Hola, Mimitos,” I say, stroking his velvety head. Since we’re both confined to this building, I hear him meowing any time his owner, Fanny, forgets to feed him. I think she’s going senile.

“I’ll take you up with me later, after lunch. And I’ll bring you some turkey,” I add, shutting the window again quickly. I usually let him come with me, but I prefer to spend the morn- ings after lunaritis alone. Even if I’m no longer dreaming, I’m not awake either.

My heart is still beating unusually fast as I clamber up six flights of stairs. But I savor the burn of my sedentary muscles, and when at last I reach the highest point, I swing open the door to the rooftop.

It’s not quite morning yet, and the sky looks like blue- tinged steel. Surrounding me are balconies festooned with colorful clotheslines, broken-down properties with boarded- up windows, fuzzy-leaved palm trees reaching up from the pitted streets . . . and in the distance, the ground and sky blur where the Atlantic swallows the horizon.

El Retiro is a rundown apartment complex with all elderly residents—mostly Cuban, Colombian, Venezuelan, Nicara- guan, and Argentine immigrants. There’s just one slow, loud elevator in the building, and since I’m the youngest person here, I never use it in case someone else needs it.

I came up here hoping for a breath of fresh air, but since it’s summertime, there’s no caress of a breeze to greet me. Just the suffocating embrace of Miami’s humidity.

Smothering me.

I close my eyes and take in deep gulps of musty oxygen, trying to push the dread down to where it can’t touch me. The way Perla taught me to do whenever I get anxious.

My metamorphosis started this year. I first felt something

was different four full moons ago, when I no longer needed to squint to study the ground from up here. I simply opened my eyes to perfect vision.

The following month, my hair thickened so much that I had to buy bigger clips to pin it back. Next menstrual cycle came the growth spurt that left my jeans three inches too short, and last lunaritis I awoke with such a heightened sense of smell that I could sniff out what Ma and Perla had for dinner all three nights I was out.

It’s bad enough to feel the outside world pressing in on me, but now even my insides are spinning out of my control.

As Perla’s breathing exercises relax my thoughts, I begin to feel the stirrings of my dreamworld calling me back. I slide onto the rooftop’s ledge and lie back along the warm cement, my body as stagnant as the stale air. A dragon-shaped cloud comes apart like cotton, and I let my gaze drift with Miami’s hypnotic sky, trying to call up the dream’s details before they fade . . .

What Ma and Perla don’t know about the Septis is they don’t simply sedate me for sixty hours—they transport me.

Every lunaritis, I visit the same nameless land of magic and mist and monsters. There’s the golden grass that ticks off time by turning silver as the day ages; the black-leafed trees that can cry up storms, their dewdrop tears rolling down their bark to form rivers; the colorful waterfalls that warn onlookers of oncoming danger; the hope-sucking Sombras that dwell in darkness and attach like parasitic shadows . . .

And the Citadel.

It’s a place I instinctively know I’m not allowed to go, yet I’m always trying to get to. Whenever I think I’m going to make it inside, I wake up with a start.

Picturing the black stone wall, I see the thorny ivy that

twines across its surface like a nest of guardian snakes, slith- ering and bunching up wherever it senses a threat.

The sharper the image, the sleepier I feel, like I’m slowly sliding back into my dream, until I reach my hand out tenta- tively. If I could just move faster than the ivy, I could finally grip the opal doorknob before the thorns—

Howling breaks my reverie.

I blink, and the dream disappears as I spring to sitting and scour the battered buildings. For a moment, I’m sure I heard a wolf.

My spine locks at the sight of a far more dangerous threat: A cop car is careening in the distance, its lights flashing and siren wailing. Even though the black-and-white is still too far away to see me, I leap down from the ledge and take cover behind it, the old mantra running through my mind.

Don’t come here, don’t come here, don’t come here.

A familiar claustrophobia claws at my skin, an affliction forged of rage and shame and powerlessness that’s been my companion as long as I’ve been in this country. Ma tells me I should let her worry about this stuff and only concern myself with studying, so when our papers come through, I can take my GED and one day make it to NASA—but it’s impossible not to worry when I’m constantly having to hide.

My muscles don’t uncoil until the siren’s howling fades and the police are gone, but the morning’s spell of stillness has broken. A door slams, and I instinctively turn toward the pink building across the street that’s tattooed with territorial graf- fiti. Where the alternate version of me lives.

I call her Other Manu.

The first thing I ever noticed about her was her Argentine fútbol jersey: #10 Lionel Messi. Then I saw her face and real- ized we look a lot alike. I was reading Borges at the time, and

it ocurred to me that she and I could be the same person in overlapping parallel universes.

But it’s an older man and not Other Manu who lopes down the street. She wouldn’t be up this early on a Sunday anyway. I arch my back again, and thankfully this time, the only pop I hear is in my joints.

The sun’s golden glare is strong enough that I almost wish I had my sunglasses. But this rooftop is sacred to me because it’s the only place where Ma doesn’t make me wear them, since no one else comes up here.

I’m reaching for the stairwell door when I hear it.

Faint footsteps are growing louder, like someone’s racing up. My heart shoots into my throat, and I leap around the corner right as the door swings open.

The person who steps out is too light on their feet to be someone who lives here. No El Retiro resident could make it up the stairs that fast. I flatten myself against the wall.

“Creo que encontré algo, pero por ahora no quiero decir nada.”

Whenever Ma is upset with me, I have a habit of translat- ing her words into English without processing them. I asked Perla about it to see if it’s a common bilingual thing, and she said it’s probably my way of keeping Ma’s anger at a distance; if I can deconstruct her words into language—something de- tached that can be studied and dissected—I can strip them of their charge.

As my anxiety kicks in, my mind goes into automatic trans- lation mode: I think I found something, but I don’t want to say anything yet.

The woman or girl (it’s hard to tell her age) has a deep, throaty voice that’s sultry and soulful, yet her singsongy accent is unquestionably Argentine. Or Uruguayan. They sound similar.

My cheek is pressed to the wall as I make myself as flat as possible, in case she crosses my line of vision.

“Si tengo razón, me harán la capitana más joven en la his- toria de los Cazadores.”

If I’m right, they’ll make me the youngest captain in the history of the . . . Cazadores? That means hunters.

In my eight years living here, I’ve never seen another per- son on this rooftop. Curious, I edge closer, but I don’t dare peek around the corner. I want to see this stranger’s face, but not badly enough to let her see mine.

“¿El encuentro es ahora? Che, Nacho, ¿vos no me podrías cubrir?”

Is the meeting right now? Couldn’t you cover for me, Nacho?

The che and vos sound like Argentinespeak. What if it’s Other Manu?

The exciting possibility brings me a half step closer, and now my nose is inches from rounding the corner. Maybe I can sneak a peek without her noticing.

“Okay,” I hear her say, and her voice sounds like she’s just a few paces away.

I suck in a quick inhale, and before I can overthink it, I pop my head out—

And see the door swinging shut.

I scramble over and tug it open, desperate to spot even a hint of her hair, any clue at all to confirm it was Other Manu— but she’s already gone.

All that remains is a wisp of red smoke that vanishes with the swiftness of a morning cloud.

Excerpted from Lobizona by Romina Garber. Published by Wednesday Books.

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Superhero Au Chapter 4: Just Drive

Tori

“I can hear you frowning,” Tori gripped the steering wheel tighter. She didn’t have to turn her head to see Mary’s exasperated smile. “You think this is a bad idea.”

“I didn’t say a word,” Tori replied, keeping her eyes on the road. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Mary raise an eyebrow, and hurried on. “I know your only acting as you believe is best for the people. But there are safer ways, ways that do not involve you putting yourself in danger.”

Mary let out a long drawn out breath, “I know you’re worried. But i know what I’m doing. And we are taking precautions, I seem to remember someone coming up with most of them,” her eye twinkled as she looked at Tori then grew grave. “But right now there is only one way to contact Simple. And we need him to trust us.”

Tori’s hand gripped her hilt as she met the Mayor’s eye. “We know nothing about him, or his connection to the monsters.”

“Precisely,” Mary nodded her head “We know nothing, our city has been attacked by jellies for almost a week now, and we know nothing about what they are or how to stop them. The only one who knows is Simple and if we have any hope of learning how we need him to trust us enough to explain.”

Tori grit her teeth but didn’t reply as the now familiar arguement was voiced once again. They needed to know what Simple knew; it was just a fact. Tori jerked the car sharply around a corner. But she failed to see why it meant Mary of all people had to go in person to talk to him at monster attacks. Tori would happily go in her place, but Mary seemed convinced she needed to be the one to get through to him.

Someone jumped in the street and Tori slammed on the breaks. She opened her mouth to scream at them, but they didn’t stop, running blindly down the street as if something were chasing them. As the person passed their car, Tori got a glimpse of a blue and black uniform.

“The police told me they had it under control,” Mary frowned as she watched the person pass. “Something is wrong.”

Tori put the car in reverse, gunning the engine and turning the car around. Whatever was wrong it was not the time to find out. Ahead of her she registered more police officers, these ones trying to make a blockade. She cursed, cutting down a side street to avoid the makeshift barrier.

A strange gutteral roar echoed over the city. The road and buildings seemed to shake as something big clawed its way towards them. Tori glanced in the mirror to see a large neck reach around the building, complete with rows of sharp teeth and six eyes.

“That’s new,” Mary’s voice was almost calm. Another head stuck around the side, hissing and hungry. Tori yanked them down another side street.

The ground thundered as the creatures let out another answering cry. For a brief second Tori was reminded of a nature documentary she and Mary had watched, about wolves using howls to coordinate. Her stomach knotted at the thought.

The creature rounded the bend again, head bobbing. How was it keeping up? Tori glanced at the speed dial, she was pushing 80. It shouldn’t be that fast. Jellies weren’t that fast.

‘This isn’t a jelly,’ she thought as it tore away a hanging canopy without stoping. “How many monster’s are there?” She yanked the car right onto a main street.

“Its following us,” Mary said, her hand gripping Tori’s arm urgently.

“I know!” Tori yelled as the creatures heads appeared once more in her rear view.

“No Tori,” Mary’s grip tightened, “It’s following *us!* We need to lead it out of the city before it finds another car to chase!” One of the monsters grabbed a bus station, ripping it from thr ground and throwing it towards them. Tori spun left and dodged it, racing down another side road.

The echo of the angry roar as they escaped once again turned Tori’s veins to ice. If this thing got in a populated area, the people wouldn’t stand a chance. She glanced over at Mary, whose face, though deathly pale, had set is jaw firm. “Where to Madam Mayor?”

“Left,” Mary said, and Tori yanked them left, “and right here,” she paused as the force pulled at her sharply. “There’s an abandoned area near the edge of the city...left!... there should be no one nearby...right!...there!” Mary pointed at a collection of old abandoned buildings directly in front of them.

Tori swung the car in between old warehouses and put it in park. Grabbing Mary’s hand, she ran behind one and started looking for an enterance way. There didn’t seem to be any unlocked, so she shoved Mary behind an old trash bin while she fumbled with the lock.

Without warning, Mary grabbed her, pulling Tori down behind the trash bin. Tori bit back a surprised yelp, but Mary already had her hand over Tori’s mouth, muffling the sounds. In front of the alley she could hear the monsters lumber to a stop. A faint, sniffing sound could be heard, like a dog on the hunt. For a second, all was still. Tori held her breath and felt Mary do the same.

Then Tori heard the crunch of meddle grinding together and saw it go flying across the enterence to the alley they were hiding in, collapsing against another building before finally crashing to the ground. Mary flinched at the sound, her nails digging into Tori’s skin, as the long necked creature began to prowl in front of the back alley’s enterance.

Its movements were slower now, the heads poking around in different directions. But not to far away from each other, and Tori realized with a shock that they were all connected to a single massive beast. It lumbered forward, a single head turned, then another sound caught the ear of another one and it turned the other direction and lumbered away.

For what felt like an endless amount of time but was likely only a few minutes,Tori and Mary stayed utterly still. But the monster did not return. Carefully, Tori pried herself away from Mary. She returned to fiddling with the lock, hyper aware of each slight scraping or light ping. It sprung open.

Tori gently opened the door, beckoning Mary through. It creaked and both flinched before they causiously hurried inside. The space was mostly empty, old equitment haphazardly dumped around the room. Tori closed the door with a careful click and felt a rush of relief. They were safe.

Then Mary screamed.

Tori whirled around to find one of the monster’s heads sticking through a wide open patch in the ceiling. Its face was beared in a snarl as is it reached down towards Mary, helpless before it.

Tori lunged, all concious thought abandoned. All she knew was that Mary was in danger and her body responded in kind, drawing her knife and striking at the soft eyes.

The monster reared back, but Tori wasn’t done. She climbed a latter close beside it to reach the whole in the ceiling. The creature was still thrashing its head side to side in pain, but seemed unable to pull out of the whole in its pain. Tori took a calculated leap, and grabbed at the neck using one hand to hold while the other hacked at the surprisingly soft flesh beneath.

The head came off and landed on the ground, but the neck did not stop thrashing. Mary ran below, arms outstretched to catch her, but Tori doubted she’d be able to make it in time if she fell. She prepared herself for a painful landing.

Then all at once the beast stopped thrashing. A strange blue light seemed to emit from the open wound as the creature slowly pulled itself out of the building, with Tori still clinging to the side. She looked down in shock to see an equally surprised Simple, his hands glowing the same blue as every one of the creatures eyes.

“Are you a sorcerer?” The question slipped out of Tori as she was reminded of the strange glow of the crystal ball a so called ‘practicing witch’ had used to sell fortunes in Crime Alley.

Simple did not bother to respond. Instead eyeing the wounded neck critically. “You cut off its head.”

“I certainty did!” Something in his tone made her bristle. He raised an eyebrow.

“Well in that case,” he stepped away, taking the blue glow with him. “Mind getting the other three?”

Tori cursed as the creature began to thrash again. Some hero! She slid down the neck and onto the back, crawling to each of the neck’s bases and hacking it in turn. On the second head, the tail...which now had a head as well isn’t that just the best?...began lunging at her. She managed to roll out of the way, and swung her knife upwards. It cut through the creatures mouth and into its brain. A stange green substance leaked down onto her as she pulled out the blade.

The creature now had a single head, but seemed to have figured out that she was on its back. It bucked and and screamed, twisting this way and that in an attempt to get her off. She held on for dear life, struggling to get her blade close enough to cut its throat.

The monster began to bash itself against a wall, and Tori let go for fear of being crushed. It didn’t seem to notice. She dodged between its legs until she and it came face to face.

The monster gave one final scream of fury, its teeth bared and eyes wild. Tori smirked back, unimpressed. She’d known teens who went down harder than this creature. For all its bulk and speed, it really didn’t put up much of a fight.

It lunged at her, faster than lightning, but she was faster, stepping to the side and slicing its head clean off. The monster took one final, jerking step like a chicken without a head, then collapsed. A strange green substance began to pour from every open wound, until it covered the creature’s body, melting the corpse into nothing but a pile of sticky green goo.

Tori rounded on Simple, anger replacing adrenaline. “Why the hell did you release it and stand by like a coward?”

Simple was smiling, a strange crooked smile that she wanted to tear off his face. “I didn’t want to steal your kill.” She opened her mouth to swear, but he cut her off, “Now you’ll find killing jellies much easier.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Can you not even make your pathetic excuses make sense?” Tori took a step towards him, knife still out.

“Tori?” Mary’s voice called. Tori whirled around to see her standing in the enterance way, “Tori are you alright?”

Relief filled Tori at the sight of Mary, who looked completely unharmed. Suddenly she felt very tired. “Yes Mary, I’m fine. I killed the monster.”

“Oh how wonderful,” Mary’s smile was warm and genuine. “I’m so glad you’re alright.” She took a step forward, and promptly fainted dead away.

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