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Chapter 12: The Party

A well deserved party, with some confessions.

Story Summary:  Telvelni (Tav) is an Iron-Hand Gnome, after getting abducted by mind flayers and infected with one of their tadpoles, she must make her way back to Baldur’s Gate with the important information she had received.  Information she paid a lot for and could potentially be a turning point for her clan.

[sergeantrosabellaswan]

The Selection, MCU Crossover Royalty AU

SUMMARY: Fifteen girls. Two princes. One crown. The competition of a lifetime.

CHAPTER FIVE

A MEAL WITH THE OTHER SELECTED

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1337

“Lady Rosabella, are you hungry?” Lucy asked me as I was eyeballing the towering skyscraper shoes that I would wear while competing for the hand of one of the princes.

My stomach answered her with a ravenous roar for food.

“Anne will take you down to the ladies’ dining room for dinner,” she continued to chatter aimlessly . “Tonight’s menu is pizza, garlic bread and salad.”

I didn’t say anything as I padded after Anne, quickly committing the way from my suite to the dining room to memory- go down the hall, then turn left in between the two identical suits of armor, pass by four hallways on the right side and go down the staircase…

I passes by a mirror and look a quick glance at myself- a face full of dark freckles, my normally unruly red curls confined in a loose braid that was lazily draped over one shoulder, and my body was clothed in a simple knee length dress in a stunning pale turquoise color. I wore my mother’s locket, hidden underneath the high neckline of the garment.

“Right here, my lady.” Anne’s smile was welcoming as I nodded at her before entering the bright and cheerful room.

I tapped my mother’s locket for luck before stepping deeper into the ladies’ dining room. Immediately, I had all eyes on me, and my fight or flight instincts started to kick in. A pretty brunette in a bright yellow dress stood up and approached me.

“Come on, you can sit with us,” she offered me in a kind voice, placing her arm around me and directing me over to where some of the other Selected where sitting. She offered me a chair, which I declined before taking a seat on the floor- I never liked sitting in chairs.

“I’m Peggy, and this is my cousin, Sharon.” I looked up, noticing the pretty accent that marked the brunette’s voice, and couldn’t help but smile at the gentle lilt.

“Rosabella,” I meeped timidly- I was on new territory, and so I was treading gingerly.

“So, archery?” Sharon asked me just then, stretching her arms up above her head. “How long have you been shooting for?”

I shot her an incredulous look and was rewarded with a giggle from a tall, leggy blonde.

“Footage of you fighting bandits yesterday was shown on television earlier today,” she explained. “I’m Carol, by the way.”

I took in the way she carried herself, and couldn’t help but think that she had been a soldier in a past life. My thoughts must’ve crossed over my face because she chortled.

“I’m a staff sergeant in the Brooklyn armed forces,” she explained. “I was pulled from active duty when my name was pulled for the Selection.”

Twenty minutes later, I was listening to sisters Gamora and Nebula bickering about apples or bananas when Queen Sarah stood up from where she had been reading and clapped her hands twice.

“Ladies, let us feast!” And with that, servers came out from a door and set trays of food onto the tables before being swarmed by the fifteen chattering and laughing girls.

I took up a plate and began what I should grab a bite of first, contemplating what I wanted to try first, and my hesitation was quickly taken note of.

“Here, try this first!” a bubbly dark haired young woman with glasses urged me. “Pepperoni and olives is the best, as decreed by me!”

I giggled, taking a bite. I chewed before swallowing, picking off the olives before agreeing with her.

“No one ever likes the olives!” she whined before sulking off.

“Sorry about her.” Someone else sidled up next to me. “I’m Jane, that’s Darcy, we’ve been friends since middle school.”

“Hi,” I greeted her, my eyes swiftly taking in the points of entry- all six of the windows, the main doorway and the second door that led to (I assumed) the kitchens. I then began to play a game of what if what if��s, something that I always did whenever I was in a new situation.

What if people stormed the palace with the intension of harming thoses inside the royal walls?

What if the power went out?

What if someone started choking?

What if-

BANG

I yelped in fright before yanking two random girls down underneath the table with me, where we hunkered down.

“Lady Rosabella, the coast is clear,” Carol told me with a humorless chuckle. “That was probably just a car backfiring just outside- there’s no active threat.”

“Right.” I shot the two that I dragged down to safety a sheepish smile before crawling out from underneath the table. “Sorry about that.”

“Hey, you have no reason to apologize,” Carol scolded me, taking me off to the side to resume talking. “You were literally living in a war zone in Wakanda, with needing to kill to survive.”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I still remembered my first kill.

“In this cruel, unjust world, sometimes, it’s you or the other guy,” she continued to speak as a pretty woman with exotically tanned skin handed us both full plates, although my plate was overflowing with different flavors of food. “Everyone’s seen a brief glimpse of your life in Wakanda when the news announced the arrivals of all the Selected yesterday.”

It was the day after my thirteenth birthday.

“You are so incredibly brave,” Peggy commented with a soft hum, coming to take a seat next to me. “People are already calling you Brave Bow, in correspondence with your superb archery skills.”

He had grabbed a girl of about my age and had a feral look in his eyes as he was turning to leave with her screaming and thrashing in his hands.

“Brave Bow? I like that!” Sharon wandered over. “They’re calling Peggy Agent Carter 007, probably because of her wicked accent!”

I grabbed a cast iron pan before racing after him, fury and protectiveness strong in my heart.

“And they’re referring to Nebula and I as Artimis and Apollo, which make no sense at all!” Gamora piped in. “Artimis is the Greek goddess of the hunt, the moon and archery and Apollo is the Greek god of music, the sun and healings. I have no idea at all where they came up with our names. Also, we’re not twins- Gamora is three years older than I.”

A dozen fierce whacks later and I had met a new friend- Wanda.

I forced myself to breathe- why was I having difficulty doing such a simple task?

I knew her twin brother, Pietro, but had never formally met her face to face until now. She thanked me by form of a teary hug before we both returned to the heart of the village, and I wasn’t aware that the cast iron pan that I had used as a weapon was bloody and dusted with brain matter until I was using it for dinner later on that night.

I was pulled from my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder.

“You are not there anymore,” Queen Sarah murmured gently, squeezing gently. “I will look into a therapist for you while you’re participating in the Selection, okay?”

Okay.

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[cleverheroine]

Yall really need to understand....it is not hate to disagree with someone. And if someone uses words that you *personally* find offensive...it is okay...and well within your right to state the boundaries "that word offends me/triggers me/hurts my feelings/makes me mad" however and the other person if theyre a good faith actor will be like okay I won't use that lingo with you. ....

But then it is not fair to police this person using that lingo/dialect/word.....when talking to someone *else*.

How you getting offended at someone saying a word you don't want to hear and your ass wasn't even in the conversation? You know how to stop getting offended? Literally butt out and mind yo bizznizz.

I love you Tumblr but some of yall just clowning about getting offended like....someone can fucking compliment you and you gotta search they profile to FIND something that can trigger your ass.

I think yall just LIKE being triggered.and if that's a game you want to play and you'll do it without damaging yourself...can yall engage in the bdsm tactics and find the people who match your brand of crazy and go cherry pick reasons to be mad at each other in a different spot? Like....some of us want to he able to talk to people we get along with and talk about whatever we're talking about....and conversations are allowed to happen that aren't fights. People can just keep agreeing and enjoy that and so they just keep going. Like yall be so focused on your supposed to be offended yall either lost sight or just don't know the enjoyment of talking with someone you actually get along with. And I'm sorry for you for that. Really. But I'm gonna need yall to put the triggered button down sometimes....cause yall be looking for where you can be offended at some NOT offensive bullshit and....the rest of the world....the people who like not fighting? They're getting tired of you.

Please.

If you have the capacity right now in your funky self hatred. Please.....stop.

Stop.

Get off the disagreement = hate = we gotta fight = triggered ....thought loop.

Please.

Jesus loves yall.

If you are seriously trying to LOOK to be offended at people who just wanna be nice at each other....and at you if you'd let them....

You are NOT in the right.

You are NOT a paladin of truth.

I need you to understand....really understand....you're a problem.

This behavior is a problem prohibiting peace. Yall want the fighting to stop? Stop. Being. Triggered. FFS. Been going on least 20 years. Least.

......play with a different toy now.

I love you.

But if another person comes up in my crib....when I just want to find someone to get along with....and TRYING to be offended with all they little engine that could beta energy ass......I will not give a damn about your sensitivity and I will with a heart full of love and deep seeded PITY for you.....

Clown.

Your.

<Word you wanna cancel>.

Ass.

[loverofwhump216]

FANFIC: This Changes Everything

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Simon's Angels Chapter Eleven

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Ella can be a little dramatic at times, but she really does have a disastrous relationship history. That's why, when she starts dating the most perfect guy in her dreams, she is more than okay with it. What could possibly go wrong? He's fictional. She made him up with her rom com obsessed mind.

Right?

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Third chapter is out.

[sergioguymanproust]

This is the face of an archetype, if you have never seen one.This is the body of a shape shifter ,they come in many sizes.They have been with us since the very beginning of our time, watching us and growing with us .The cultures that many of our ancestors came from and generation after generation leading to the present day,have included them in the arts, sciences and literature fixing it and imprinting it in our minds .Owls are birds of prey and because of their big eyes ready to catch first every photon specially adapted to see their prey at night and fly silently to catch their prey unaware and with no time to react, death almost instantly.We saw in them spirits coming down to perch on a branch and as omens and wise companions of witches and wizards and medicine men . They roam the forest and valleys ,plains and farms .The perfect pest control for granaries,living in barns and stables all over the country. In olden days mythological creatures worth keeping but for some cultures a different version existed as death messengers .But these days associated with the UFO phenomena and alien beings that can morph into any farm animal and wilderness fauna . Deer , bears , squirrel ,and even wolves.Appearing in many abductions.Well, we should never underestimate the power of these birds and treat them with much respect .Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

[hadesgirl015]

Telvelni’s (Tav) and Karlach’s stolen moments alone with each other. Lots of stolen kisses, touches and well, other stuff, goes on once they turn in for the night. “Heya soldier, I think the others are finally asleep.”

Rating: Explicit

This is sort of a chapter 27.5: The First Touch is Always the Gentlest

Main Story Summary: Telvelni (Tav) is an Iron-Hand Gnome, after getting abducted by mind flayers and infected with one of their tadpoles, she must make her way back to Baldur’s Gate with the important information she had received.  Information she paid a lot for and could potentially be a turning point for her clan. 

Main Story Beginning:

[sergeantrosabellaswan]

The Selection, MCU Crossover Royalty AU

SUMMARY: Fifteen girls. Two princes. One crown. The competition of a lifetime.

CHAPTER SIX

THE INTERVIEW

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1262

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

I am so terribly sorry! I accidently posted this chapter to another Tumblr account of mine. Never you mind any, dear readers of mine- I caught the error and now am reposting chapter six of The Selection onto the right Tumblr profile!

I forced a smile onto my face as I balanced a plate with a sandwich and sliced fruit on my lap. Much to my surprise, the other Selected women were sweet and kind to me- cousins Peggy and Sharon Carter, Daisy Johnson with her jittery eyes, Chinese-American Melinda May, hyper go happy Darcy Lewis, kind worded Jane Foster, Ruby Hale with her unsmiling lips, Jemma Simmons with her wayward brown curls, Natasha Romanoff with her soft accented words, Staff Sergeant Carol Danvers with her way of walking that commanded respect, rough around the edges sisters Gamora and Nebula Titan, pale haired Yelena Bolova and sweet worded Kamala Khan. I had snuck on my tattered boots before leaving my bedroom suite, on edge from years of raids and eager for comfort.

Phil Coulson was conducting the interview, the other Selected sitting in two neat rows behind the interview podium, Yelena nervously codeswitching between English and Russian. I focused my attention onto my fingernails, short and jagged from being chewed on whenever anxiety would hit me.

“Yelena Bolova, everyone!” Phil ended the interview, sending the girl back to her seat next to Natasha. He smiled charmingly into the camera that was recording everything and broadcasting live across television screens across the nation. “Coming up after the commercial break, we get to know more about Lady Rosebella Swan, so stay tuned!”

Everyone’s eyes were suddenly on me, making me feel extremely self-conscious of myself. Even though I was dressed in a nice dress with my hair tied back in a loose braid and my tattered leather jacket slung over my arms casually, I still felt so naked and exposed.

“Come, come now!” Phil coaxed me gently, and I stood up on shaking legs and made my way over towards him with my heart thudding wildly in my chest. “Here, you can set that plate up right up here now.”

He patted the table that separated the both of us from one another, where I settled my food. Before settling myself into a comfortable position.

“You are allowed to be nervous,” he coached me in a gentle tone. “But I do think that it would be best for you to show people that you are nervous- after all, people see you as a fish out of water.”

“What are you on about?” I asked him, taking his device from him, where I saw a live video playing of the interview. I rewound a few seconds previously and saw that when he announced who was next up to be interviewed, it was footage of me fighting bandits back in Wakanda, dirt and grit on my face as arrow after arrow left my bow, deadly and fierce. All in all, the videography was expressive and told a story in the short ten seconds of the segment.

“How do you feel?” he asked me quietly, leaning in to better hear me as someone came up with a microphone to hook me up.

I shrugged, my nerves on high alert as I was fitted, my mind in a clear set fight or flight mode.

“And we’re back again! Joining me is Lady Rosabella Swan of Wakanda!”

I knew that this was my cue to say something, but I could only blink slowly.

Phil paused for a moment to give me time to speak if I wanted before rolling into his short introduction.

“Coming from the small town of Wakanda, located just on the outskirts of Brooklyn, Lady Rosabella Swan comes from a tight knit community where bandits hunt and kill as they please. Armed with her trusty bow and arrow, this warrior queen is not afraid to do whatever it takes to defend those who she loves.”

I wrinkled my nose at his descriptive quip, and he caught it.

“So do tell me, how you felt about being among the fourteen other Selected?” he asked me first.

“I didn’t know that I had been among the Selected until the king and the princes rolled up to Wakanda with the news,” I answered after a moment’s hesitation. “No one in Wakanda has a TV or a radio. Those are considered as luxuries, and we didn’t have the time of day for anything like that.”

“Oh.” Here, Phil blinked, having been taken completely by surprise by my blunt answer. “What is your favorite childhood memory?”

“I don’t really have those either,” I confessed sheepishly. “But I remember when I first killed a bandit- I threw up everything that I’d eaten for breakfast just a few short hours beforehand and was unable to sleep for four nights in a row.”

“Oh my…” I felt bad for breaking the man.

“Wakanda is not for the faint at heart, I can say that much,” I chuckled humorlessly. “There was only one cow, so milk was almost always rationed, along with eggs, meats and breads. Clothings were patched time and time again until they were practically being held together by thread. My favorite pair of boots are being held together by duct tape- look here now!” I raised the skirt of the pretty dress I was wearing to show off my favorite boots, pieced together with endless strips of duct tape. “Education was deemed worthless- our first priority was surviving, and what use would being able to read a book be if we weren’t able to do that? I would often go to bed three or four days in a row without food in my belly just to ensure that everyone at least had a little bit to eat.”

I could tell that everyone was staring at me in horror at the clear picture I was painting for them.

“I’m an orphan thanks to the bandits. We would get hit by them, seemingly almost every other day, sometimes up to two or three times in a single day. They have one thing only on their minds- kill. They killed my da, and they dragged my mom off and they-” I choked, forcing myself not to cry. “There’s not a day that passes by when I don’t hear her screams echoing in my head.”

Several gasps reached my ears as the only tear slid down my face.

“We didn’t have much, but what all we had, we shared with one another; clothes, food and tools alike,” I finished up, hating how vulnerable I was.

The entire room was silent for a few minutes, the stillness only breaking when a bloodied figure tumbled into the room.

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[loverofwhump216]

Final chapter is now up.

Series: How To Train Your Dragon

Title: Beating In Stride

Characters: Hiccup, Dagur, Toothless, Astrid

Summary: Johann is more brutal when he beats Hiccup up. With Krogan out of commission and the Night Fury nowhere to be seen, Johann takes a chance to torture the Dragon Master. Hiccup!Whump. Part 2 of my Seizure Procedure series.

Kudos and reviews are loved. I want to know what people think of my story.

[sergioguymanproust]

You have heard these words probably,time stops for no one! Well, although this might be true,it does slows down for all of us. Then these words that claim time is relative ,really? The more I hear expressions related to time and space,I can’t help thinking here we have been lied with such certainty that is appalling that for hundreds of year we still keep hearing the same words time and time again. Folks how easy it is to play a game of ignorance that is often confused with amnesia, try going a couple of days without checking the time and see what happens.No mechanical devices of any kind ,panic might set in ,specially if a storm hits the town.We are such creatures of habits some of them quite gross and dangerous. Well,we have enough proof by now that time is indeed an illusion.No matter how expensive your timepiece is it can’t never explain how some folks can’t account for time loss when traveling in the countryside from point A to point B. Well, paranormal cases exist where the fae take country folks for a ride that lasts for hours when in fact only minutes have passed. These things puzzle us ,and keep us still in the darkness.After so many years of research. well,there’s nothing that we folks can do except hold on to our precious watches like the toys of our childhood. Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

[hadesgirl015]

Chapter 22: The Githyanki Traitor

Chapter Summary: Who is the real traitor in situations like this?

Story Summary: Telvelni (Tav) is an Iron-Hand Gnome, after getting abducted by mind flayers and infected with one of their tadpoles, she must make her way back to Baldur’s Gate with the important information she had received.  Information she paid a lot for and could potentially be a turning point for her clan.

Act 1 is finally done.

This is what the google doc looked like after the 1st draft of this chapter. Definitely the longest thing I've ever written and only like a 1/3 of the way done.

[hadesgirl015]

Chapter 31: The Mausoleum

Chapter Summary: The party enters the Thorm Mausoleum, and find more than they bargained for.

Story Summary: Telvelni (Tav) is an Iron-Hand Gnome, after getting abducted by mind flayers and infected with one of their tadpoles, she must make her way back to Baldur’s Gate with the important information she had received. Information she paid a lot for and could potentially be a turning point for her clan.

Beginning: Prologue- A Deal

Hope you enjoy. I need to decided with the next two chapters whether I want them split like I originally planned, or to combine them.

P.S. I just love writing the sweet moments between these two.

[hadesgirl015]

I know I’m probably not the best artist, but I wanted a drawing to go with my fanfiction “Fire and Runepowder “

Here we see what happened in the prologue, where Telvelni makes her deal with Thymes for the formula.

I hope I can get a little better, but maybe I’ll stick to writing.