#this is technically fan fiction

[hadrians-wall95]

The Wraithstorm stand ready to fight and die for the galaxy! (Almost) 1500 points of Eldar for a game. These noble souls will be fighting against their dreaded Dark Eldar cousins in a grudge match. First time running xenos, wish me luck!

The Wraithstorm is the military branch of the craftworld Deix Mach, and they have one singular goal: to save the galaxy at any cost. The Seers of Deix Mach are masters of prophecy. Together, they look into the future, seeing the glory and the safety that is possible. There is a future out there were Chaos is brought low, and those civilized in the galaxy can have a modicum of safety and prosperity. That future exists, the Seers have seen it.

They have also seen the blood and souls needed to secure it.

Those who fight in the Wraithstorm will know death many times. The first, mortal death will come, of course, like it does for all. But not even in death does duty end for these brave souls. Once they have been sent to their spirit stones, the eldar of the Wraithstorm will return as constructs. Some will inhabit traditional Wraith bodies, like lords and blades. Still others will instead pilot the tools of war normally controlled by the flesh and blood of the paths in other Craftworlds. Deix Mach believes that a Fire Prism can fight much better piloted by a soil that uses the tank as a body, rather than the hands of a living Eldar.

No matter their roles, those who fight in the Wraithstorm know the rules. You will fight and die. Many times. As your soul fractures with anger and hate each death, you will continue to fight. The Eldar are an old and dying race. WE will bleed for this universe, because we know we must. And we know it will be worth it in the end.

[ecoterrorist-katara]

I kind of love how Zutara has two distinct ship dynamics

dynamic 1: “I will save you from the pirates,” enemies-to-lovers, Zuko is dangerous but sexy, bad boy x good girl, morally grey antihero, Dramione vibes etc

dynamic 2: Zuko is an awkward turtleduck, idiots-to-lovers, pining for your best friend, having each other’s backs, thinking she’s the coolest thing since sliced bread, Percabeth vibes etc

We can argue about which is the correct interpretation until the cows come home, but I love that the possibilities exist in the first place. From s1 to post-series headcanons there are such distinct stages in their relationship, and you can basically pick whichever point that appeals to you and run with it. There’s something for everyone. Yet another reason why they’re the best ship y’all

[fizzlewizard404]

How my feelings about Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz have changed in the 5 years since the SU movie came out

[a-998h]

Welcome to Hell

Hello @bloobewy, I hope you enjoy this!

TW: reader does "die" at some point but doesn't stay dead technically Reader also gets stabbed in the hand

Clicking Keep Reading means you've read and understand the trigger warning.

I missed the bus, great, I say with as much sarcasm as possible. It was hot, and my body was already a natural heater, and school is draining. Lucky me, the house isn't to far from the school, so walking is still an option. To make the walk less unbearable, I put on my favorite playlist.

After 10 minutes of walking, I reach a crosswalk. Pushing the button, I wait for the sign to change. Once the sign goes from hand to person, I step onto the crosswalk. Having already checked left and right, I thought I would be fine.

I didn't hear it... and that damn truck didn't see me either. I didn't hear anything, but I felt everything. The music cut off, and my body was in so much pain. Why, why is everything fading? I can hear sirens, and begging, and people. Blood... I see and smell blood. I try to turn my head, but I can't. I can't move at all.

"What's happening?" I mumble.

Soon, my vision goes black and I hear a voice. It's a woman's voice, full of warmth and authority.

"Your time has come child, we cannot wait to meet you," I hear her say.

The voices of the people becomes more muffled, and the pain starts to go away. The darkness takes over my vision until I can't see anything. I don't feel the pain, or roughness of the road. I feel nothing at all, like I'm floating. There is nothing in my view but inky darkness, so... This must be how I die. This isn't an isekai, so I'm not gonna go to a fantasy world, I'm just going to die.

I was so bad, fighting, yelling, and being a jerk to people who want to help me. Now, dad is gonna lost his only when they didn't even make it to adulthood.

"I'm sorry dad... I'm so sorry," I say in my head.

It's not fair, first mom abandoned me and dad and now I'm gonna die. Why couldn't I just make it to adulthood? Whatever, I can't change things now. I just wish I had another chance. I see my tears floating in the inky darkness. I don't know why I'm crying, but it feels well deserved right now. As I cry, my eyes closed and I finally feel at peace.

I hear a whistling near my ears, and the feeling of wind? My eyes shot open and I see myself falling. The sky above me is red, and is that a clock tower with an hourglass in it?

it's clear I'm going to crash into the ground of a city, but I have no idea where the fuck I am. Things are in ruins, and I don't seem to be stopping. I scream in fear as I pulpit towards the ground, I just died and I have no idea where the fuck I am!

"Is that a blimp with a ray gun?" I ask myself as I see steampunk blimp of supervillain proportions blast at the ground.

There is a loud smack sound as I hit the ground, and I'm, surprisingly, not in pain. I look myself over, and something is wrong with my hands. They're stained red, not like gloves or splatter, but it's like an ombre.

"Well that's not normal, and where the fuck am I?" I ask myself.

Standing up I rush towards a shop window, and look at my reflection? It has my hair color and style, skin color, eye color, height, but it has a pair of white wings , my hands have the ombre of red, and there is a pair of jagged horns like a four horned ram on my head. I back away from the window and start walking in a random direction.

No one here looks normal, so look like anthropomorphic animals, full animals, of a mix of human and object. Thees people range in size and shape, like normal, but they clearly don't look normal. Walking past the werid people here, a few give me looks that range from confusion, to fear, to cruel. Trying to ignore seems to be my best hope. As I keep walking, I see a bunch of people who look like different types of sharks. They spot me, and I hear them mumbling, before getting close to me.

They introduce themselves and immediately invade my personal space. They keep talking about an extermination, which confuses and worries me. One wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer, to him. Scared, I try to get away but they won't let me. Well, I'm probably doomed. Swinging my head around, I mange to hit the two shark guys near me in the face. Using th distraction, I run for my life as I hear them yelling after me.

Looking for a place to hide, I duck into a crowd in front of a shop window. It's showing a pale skinned blond woman in a pale red suit jacket, wearing a bowtie with yellow eyes. Next to her is a second pale skinned blonde woman with a creepy smile, soulless red eyes, and shoulder pads. Creepy smile lady calls suit lady, Charlotte, to which suit lady corrects it to Charlie. As I watch, something Charlie says catches my attention.

"As princess of Hell," I hear Charlie say.

Hell, holy shit I'm in fucking Hell! I can't pull my eyes away from the screen, but I have a hard time paying attention to what Charlie is saying. She keeps singing about something called, the Happy Hotel, and how it'll be a place to rehab sinners. Sounds crazy to me, but I'm not the princess of Hell. As people laugh at her idea, I feel a bit more hopeful.

"Seems like the safest place here," I mutter to myself.

This Happy Hotel seems cool, but I have no idea where it is. I scan the screen looking for an address but I can't find one. Annoyed I do my best to avoid people. Looking up at the red sky, I see the clock tower and a large hill with a building on top. I figured the building on the hill is the Happy Hotel. I hear noises from the TV, but I dont care at this point. I just want a safe place to be, but this is Hell so safe isn't really an option. Walking towards the hill some crazy looking dog frankstein's monster woman grabs me.

"Hand over your wallet!" She demands.

I have no wallet to speak of, so I tell her I can't. I'm so close to a safe haven and now I'm being mugged, this day gets worse by the hour. She keeps demanding my non existent wallet, and I keep telling her I don't fucking have a wallet to give her! She starts foaming at the mouth, and I see her brandish a knife. Backing away, I pray she doesn't do anything. But, they go unanswered as she stabs me in the hand before stomping away.

I walk the rest of the way, my shirt covered in blood as I use my shirt to try and stop the bleeding. Reaching the hotel, the sign says Hazbin Hotel but I could care less what it's called. Knocking on the door, I'm greeted with a grayish-lavender skinned lady wearing a bright red hair bow We stare at each other for a bit.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, my name is Vaggie and you are?" She asks.

"Y/N, my name is Y/N," I tell her.

I swear I see an unknown emotion flashing across her face. She opens the door wider, and I walk in and sit on the couch.

She looks at my hand and offers to bandage it up. I thank her and she tells me it's not a problem. Once she's done, I hear an excited squeal. Turning towards the noise I see Charlie, minus her jacket, looking at me with a smile. She introduces herself and asks If I'm going to stay at the hotel. I nod and say that was my plan. Her smile grows as she asks me my name and how old I am since I looked young. When I tell her I'm a teenager, her smile drops. She looks at me, then kneels down to hug me. I tell her it's ok, and she seems to get slightly better. Grabbing my uninjured hand she points to the other demons and tells me their names.

"Over there is Angel Dust, he's another guest," she says, pointing to a fluffy spider demon.

Said demon looks at me, waves and tries to flirt. Charlie scolds him and says to not flirt with me as I'm a child. He looks at me and laughs, complimenting me for, "a good fucking joke." I tell him it's not a joke and he asks how a kid ended up in Hell. I say I was hit by a truck, and that seems to satisfy him.

"Oh, and this is our bartender Husk!" Charlie exclaims as she gestures to a cat demon in suspenders and a top hat.

I wave to him and he just gives me and unamused look as he drinks from what's probably a bottle of some kind of alcohol. Charlie then gestures to a short red haired woman in an equally red poodle skirt running after a roach with a comically large sewing needle.

"That's our housekeeper Niffty," Charlie says.

I just watch Niffty try to stab the roach, not wanting to end up stabbed agian because I interrupted the werid housekeeper. I turn my head and see a tall man dressed all in red, he has deer ears and a staff the looks like an old fashioned mircophone. I nervously wave to him, and he walks over. Charlie gestures to him and say he's Alastor, the hotel's facilities manager. He gives off an aura of authority and power that sacred me. He holds his hand out, silently askign for a handshake, I follow the silent order.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, my dear. This run down hotel will surely feel more like home with your youthful energy," Alastor says, his voice sounding like it's coming from a radio.

Charlie looks back at me, still with a warm smile on her face, and grabs my shoulders. She promises me that I'll love it at the hotel, and that I'll get to Heaven in no time. I shrug and nervously say thank you, this makes her smile more, if it's even possible. Holding my hands she looks me straight in the eyes. Something feels deranged about her, but I don't know how to place it. All I know is, I'm stuck in Hell with it's princess and her friends. But, I could be worse off than here.

"You're going to love it here! Welcome to Hell, Y/N!" Charlie joyously says.

[spirk-trek]

First Time #56 | IM Mueller, 2003

[storyofmychoices]

Safe.

I am so in love with this art of Mal and Daenarya by the always lovely @wisejazz. Look at how peaceful they are! Look at how relaxed they look! They're both safe... finally! sdjkfl I love this for them!

I had hoped to write a fic to go with it but I haven't been in the headspace for that and I wanted to share before ending the @choicesmonthlychallenge Flower theme so here is the art and I still hope to write a drabble when I feel up to it!

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage]

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

[emperorsfoot]

Another deleted scene from my on-going fic.

One day, I'm just gonna make a whole fic that's just about Jor-El (the Fortress AI, not Clark's dad from Krypton), because I keep giving him too much personality in this dumb fucking Superbat fic.

Bruce forgot he was talking to Clark’s computer-dad. “What?”

“I believe the expression is- one moment I am on Urban Dictionary -yes, ‘you scratch my back and I will scratch yours.” Jor-El sounded very proud of himself for getting an Earthling saying right. “You Earthlings watch televised dramas for entertainment, I watch Kal-El. Most Earthlings hold opinions of the side characters of your shows and believe certain characters should be paired off as mates, I have been running Krypton’s match-making program for Kal-El’s friends as well. There is no showrunner for me to write to and demand a certain couple become ‘canon’, but there are two of Kal-El’s friends I do believe are well suited to each other.”

Bruce wasn’t sure he believed what he was hearing. Did Jor-El ship RPF of Clark’s friends!? 

“Since, as Batman, I understand you would need to see the data that led me to this conclusion I have prepared a number of essays explaining why they are perfect for each other.” Continued Jor-El.

Bruce couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. 

Projected on the screen was a wall of binary code. Ones and zeroes. Of course, if Jor-El was a computer, his ‘essays’ would be written in computer language; binary. 

[ 01001100 01101111 01101001 01110011 00100000 01000101 01101100 01101001 01101110 01101111 01110010 01100101 00101101 01001100 01100001 01101110 01100101 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01010000 01110010 01101001 01101110 01100011 01100101 01110011 01110011 00100000 01000100 01101001 01100001 01101110 01100001 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01010100 01101000 01100101 01101101 01111001 01110011 01100011 01101001 01110010 01100001 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100010 01101111 01110100 01101000 00100000 01100010 01101111 01110011 01110011 00101101 01100010 01101001 01110100 01100011 01101000 01100101 01110011 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01110111 01101111 01110101 01101100 01100100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00100000 01100001 01101110 00100000 01110101 01101110 01110011 01110100 01101111 01110000 01110000 01100001 01100010 01101100 01100101 00100000 01110000 01101111 01110111 01100101 01110010 00100000 01100011 01101111 01110101 01110000 01101100 01100101 00101110 00100000 01010100 01101000 01100101 01111001 00100000 01100010 01100101 01101100 01101111 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110100 01101111 01100111 01100101 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110111 01100001 01111001 00100000 01101101 01101111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01101110 00100000 01001100 01101111 01101001 01110011 00100000 01000101 01101100 01101001 01101110 01101111 01110010 01100101 00101101 01001100 01100001 01101110 01100101 00100000 01100010 01100101 01101100 01101111 01101110 01100111 01110011 00100000 01110111 01101001 01110100 01101000 00100000 01001011 01100001 01101100 00101101 01000101 01101100 00101100 00100000 01101111 01110010 00100000 01010000 01110010 01101001 01101110 01100011 01100101 01110011 01110011 00100000 01000100 01101001 01100001 01101110 01100001 00100000 01100010 01100101 01101100 01101111 01101110 01100111 01110011 00100000 01110111 01101001 01110100 01101000 00100000 01010011 01110100 01100101 01110110 01100101 00100000 01010100 01110010 01100101 01110110 01101111 01110010 00101110 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101011 01101110 01101111 01110111 00100000 01001001 00100111 01101101 00100000 01110010 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100 00101110 00100000 ]

Bruce just stared at his phone. “You know I can’t read that, right?”

“I shall email it to Batcomputer and she can translate it for you at your convenance.” Jor-El did not seem the least bit discouraged. “She agrees with me, by the way.”

[missriyochuchi]

Get to know your ancient Roman armor, ladies! Those aren’t bracelets, they’re vambraces. That’s not a headband, that’s a laurel wreath or laurel crown; it’s where we got the phrase, “resting on one’s laurels,” from because they’re a symbol of military victory. Let’s do armor kink right, writers!

[bluestarjay]

Atsuhina for the soul guys ong

Atsumu stares at Hinata at nationals, after thinking he was nothing but a scrub, but realizing how incredible he is as he flies in a match.

He's mesmerized by the way Shoyo's hair floats around him, how the color is highlighted by the fluorescent lights. He sees how shoyo fights. He falls in love almost instantly. He doesn't realize it, but everybody teases him about it later, saying he's in love with shoyo and that they all saw him staring. He plays it off by saying he's just a good player, that he just has an eye for potential. But Osamu notices it's the same way he's looked at Aran the past few years. Osamu notices that he talks about hinata the same way he talks about Aran, even though he's an underclassman.

They play against Karasuno, and he's even more mesmerized by how hinata moves. On impulse, he says he'll set to him one day, and he sees how Shoyo's face lights up, how his eyes shine even despite how tired he is. Hinata doesn't stop thinking about atsumu through the next few games he plays. He doesn't stop thinking about him for the next 5 years. He thinks about the fact that atsumu sees him for him, not kageyama. He's used to people wanting to play against him, not alongside him. He's used to being nothing more than kageyama's sidekick, in the same way atsumu is used to being nothing more than osamu's sidekick.

Hinata notices that atsumu has been staring at him, and Tanaka and Nishinoya insist that it's because he's interested in him. They insist that atsumu has a crush on hinata, but he tells them, "Guys like atsumu miya don't want guys like me." And walks off. But he never needed to change himself. He never needed to get taller or stronger or buffer for atsumu to love him. He loved him all along. When hinata falls during the Kamomedai match, he's sent to the local hospital. Atsumu worries and asks the karasuno team what kinds of things hinata likes and throws together a little bag of things to make him feel better, the same way Kita does when they get sick. The bag includes a box of his favorite candy. Hinata is insecure and thinking that this is a very elaborate way of bullying and asks if he meant to say that he would set for him one day, to which atsumu tells him that he didn't mean to *say* it, but it was true. They talk for a bit, and they trade numbers. They talk between then and the time they see each other next, and during hinata's many lows in his high school volleyball career, he starts to see atsumu as an angel, a sign from God that he couldn't quit, because *atsumu miya needed to set for him*. Atsumu miya liked him, and went out of his to visit him and give him his favorite candy when he was in the hospital; there was no way he could give up the chance to see him again.

Atsumu waits 5 years for hinata, and he never strayed from his mind. He was hopelessly in love with him. When hinata comes back from Brazil? It's a whole other level. Atsumu thought shoyo was beautiful in high school, but this was entirely different. He doesn't know how to act when shoyo relentlessly flirts with him, when he winks at him when he says goodbye after celebrating a win at the bar, when he leans on atsumu on the bus, pressed against him despite the several inches of room still on the seat. And then they kiss for the first time, and both of them forget that they've ever felt less-than in their lives. They forget that they're viewed as "the other one" in their respective pairings (kageyama and hinata, Osamu and atsumu). Hinata forgets that he thought that nobody would ever love him with the way he looked; with the way he was so energetic and odd. He forgets the girl who called him ugly and said she'd rather die than actually go out with him. He forgets the boys who made fun of him for playing with the girls' team. He forgets ever being told that he was worthless, that he would amount to nothing. Atsumu forgets that Osamu quit volleyball, that after 23 years of being directly by each other's side, they wouldn't continue to dominate the court together. He forgets that as much as he had loved Aran, Aran would never love him back the same way. He forgets that he was the mean twin or the worse twin; that people would never like him as much as they liked Osamu. He forgets that he thought he'd die alone.

Shoyo would propose at the Olympics, and they'd get married in Brazil and die still as in love as they were when they'd first kissed.

[frankencanon]

You know what I love?

I love when a fic author takes a side character and turns them into a Secret Badass.

And they'll do it in such a way that it's still somehow at least mostly canon-compliant by having said character act behind the scenes and hide their true skills...for whatever reason.

And the best parts are the reveal scenes where the other characters finally realize how much they've been underestimating them this whole time...!

"Secretly a Badass" is seriously one of my absolute favorite tropes of all time.

[atwistedandbrokentale]

From a king to a slave

When the king of Rosas got trapped in his own staff, a mask flashed for a split second. This mask would soon become his face, as he fell from a king to a slave. But how did he become this way? How did he fall into Queen Grimhilde’s service? And how does a young innocent princess fall into this? This story seeks to answer these questions.

WARNING! This story has slavery. It’s not with a black or white man. It’s a hispanic man. Granted that’s just a headcanon but still. Naturally there will be graphic depictions of abuse. There’s yelling, chains, maybe self harm (?) and even a scene of the slave owner choking the slave to assert dominance. If any of this is uncomfortable to you, please scroll past. With that said, please enjoy this story!

Magnifico sat inside his crystal. Was it still a crystal? The space inside had gotten larger. A wall had been made. He had forgotten how long it had been since it formed. There was no way to keep track of time anymore. He couldn’t see the sun anymore.

There was one good thing that came out of this. It was reflective. He could see himself once again. And he still looked great. He had his icey blue eyes, his smooth skin, his gray hair. Magnifico could look at reflection for ages.

Suddenly a voice spoke.

“Slave in the magic mirror, come from the farthest space.”

Magnifico angrily looked around. Who was that talking? And who does she think she is? Talking to him like that? He’s still a king, goddamn it!

“Through wind and darkness, I summon thee”

Suddenly, through the wall, streams of green light reached out to him. They forcefully grabbed his hand and neck, becoming a collar and shackles. Magnifico angrily tried to grab at them but it was useless.

“Speak! Let me see thy face.”

The chains started to yank him around. Magnifico tried to resist, pulling against their force. But the chains were too strong. Whatever magic was this, it seemed stronger than his.

The chains eventually managed to pull him to the wall. He started to faze through it. He flinched as a bright light started to shine. Was this it? Was he dying? It felt painless yet was just as terrifying.

“So the stories were true.”

Magnifico opened his eyes. He was still wearing the green chains. He could see the world again. His crystal wasn’t in the dungeon anymore. Instead it was in a different room with the most gorgeous looking woman staring at him.

The woman seemed fairly young. She had dark brown curls flow down her shoulders. She had cold piercing green eyes. Her face was sharp and smooth. She had a large crown resting on her head. She was so beautiful.

“What is this? Why am I in chains? Who are you?” Magnifico fiercely demanded. He couldn’t move around so much. The chains kept him bound. The woman crept up closer to him. “I am Queen Grimhilde. And I own you now.” She said coldly.

“I heard of you and your kingdom. But I didn’t expect it to be true.” Magnifico furiously glared at her. “What are you talking about?! I am the king of Rosas! I’m a legend all over the world! You don’t own me!”

“The kingdom of Rosas fell 100 years ago.” Queen Grimhilde simply replied.

Magnifico stopped. His kingdom, fallen? He couldn’t believe it. He knew he was the crystal for a long time but he never thought it would be this long. Everything he built up, everything he did, was destroyed, lost to time.

“I knew this would happen. I knew if I wasn’t in power, they would fall! All because of that girl! She did this! She did this to me!” Magnifico growled. Queen Grimhilde did not answer. “Well, that doesn’t matter now. You belong to me now.”

“I heard you were a powerful sorcerer once. That you could cast a spell to know the truth about anything.” Queen Grimhilde said. “I’m still powerful.” Magnifico angrily declared, ignoring who was clearly in power now.

Queen Grimhilde smiled. “Good. You will cast the spell and answer who is the fairest in all the land.” Magnifico looked at her confused and angry. “That’s what you want to know?! I don’t have to listen to you! I’m a king!” “And now you are my slave.” Queen Grimhilde simply said.

“I am not a slave!!” Magnifico yelled at her. His dark magic flowed around him, his eyes burning with green intensity. He would not be helpless. Not again. The queen's eyes narrowed with silent fury. “You forget your place.”

Queen Grimhilde's hand glowed green as she clutched it into a fist. The chain around Magnifico’s neck started to tighten. Queen Grimhilde is trying to choke him. He attempted to grab the collar but his efforts were useless. It started to hurt. A lot. But he didn’t dare scream. He won’t.

“You are in my chains, you reside in my mirror.”

Magnífico desperately tried to keep his pride. He is not a slave, he is not someone’s prisoner. He won’t give in. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction even as his throat started to burn.

“You are my property. You do as I say. Do you understand?”

Magnífico can’t give in. He can’t, he can’t, he just can’t. Tears started to burn out of his eyes. The world started to black out. Is he dying? Or worse, will he still live through this pain? Is giving a simple answer worth this much suffering?

“Ok! Ok! I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Just stop!”

And just like that, the collar became loose again. Magnífico gasped loudly. He took heavy breaths, not wanting his air to escape again. A few tear drops dropped to the floor. He was crying. Magnifico couldn’t believe it.

“I knew you’d come around.” Queen Grimhilde said. She didn’t care about his suffering. Heck she even enjoyed it, a small smile shown underneath. “Now, magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of all?”

Magnífico growled at her. He hated her. He wanted to get rid of her. But he couldn’t handle her strangling him again. Was he really going to bend to someone who isn’t worthy to stand in his presence?

Magnífico sighed. This was so degrading. But what else can he do? He was trapped here by her. He reluctantly casted the spell in his head. “As I now stand, tell me who is the fairest in the land?” He thought as green magic streamed around himself.

The answer didn’t so much pop in his head as it seemed to click into place. As if he always knew it and was simply remembering. “Queen Grimhilde is the fairest in all of Germany.” Of course she was. She was so beautiful on the outside.

“You’re the fairest of them all.” Magnifico said, bitterness dripping from his voice. He gave Queen Grimhilde a furious glare, his eyes glowing green. Queen Grimhilde smiled satisfied. “But of course I am.” She flipped her hair back with pride.

“That will be all, slave. You can go now and we’ll do this tomorrow.” Magnífico looked up with confusion. “Wait, tomorrow?” Queen Grimhilde grinned rather darkly. “Of course, I need to know if anyone dares threaten my place.” Queen Grimhilde replied.

Queen Grimhilde's hands glowed once more. And the chains pulled on Magnífico, yanking him away. “Wait! Wait! You can’t do this to me!” The bright light of the sun started to fade away. He tried to reach out for it, only for the overwhelming darkness to come back. And Magnífico was alone again.

He can’t believe it. He’s trapped here. He’s weak. He’s enslaved. But he’s still a king, kingdom or not. He will find a way to escape. He has the chance now. Magnífico banged on the wall with anger. “Just you wait, Grimhilde! I’ll escape from this prison and then I’ll destroy you! I’ll take my power back! I swear!”

But Magnifico would never fulfill that promise.

Instead Queen Grimhilde kept him in her mirror for years. Day after day she would summon him and ask who is the fairest of all. And day after day it was always Queen Grimhilde. It was always her. Yet she was never satisfied.

Magnifico still tried to defy Queen Grimhilde’s will any way he can. But he couldn’t do much, Queen Grimhilde had a good hold on him. But he still had his voice. He tried to get creative and put all his answers in rhyme. It’s small but it’s something.

“You keep me as a slave on demand, and yet you are the fairest in the land.” He spoke one day. “I didn’t give you permission to speak in rhyme.” Magnifico couldn’t believe this. Queen Grimhilde may keep him in chains but she will never own him.

“You don’t get to decide how I speak.” Magnífico told her, his eyes glowing green. Queen Grimhilde gave a slight smile. “Well at least it’s entertaining enough. Ok, you’re allowed to speak like this.” And from then on he spoke only in rhyme.

Whenever he wasn’t summoned, Magnifico stayed behind the wall. It was much worse than when he was just in his crystal. It was one thing to be trapped in a small dark room, with just you and your thoughts. Isolated in cold dark nothingness for hours on end.

It’s another to be “granted” a few moments of sunlight. To be “given” a glimpse of the world for only a few seconds. Even if it was just a simple room. Even if it was just to be used. Only for it to all be taken away from you and thrown back in the nothingness once more.

This enraged Magnifico. He would vent his frustration by punching the wall for hours on end. The chain around his hand would “protect” him. He wished it didn’t. The wall would be as smooth as ever but he didn’t care. He just wanted to do something. Anything to vent his anger.

After a few months, Magnifico got bored of needless fighting and just sat there, just like he used to. There was one difference. He could see his reflection now. And he hated it. Overuse of dark magic can have an effect on a sorcerer’s body. And it showed on Magnifico.

He would see the chains keeping him trapped. His skin becoming more green like the magic he was bonded to. His royal robes reduced to simple rags. Cracks forming around his eyes. His eyes glossy and reflective. Like a mirror. He started to hate his reflection.

Magnifico would often cry after being summoned. He’d never been so devastated since.. that day. He swore he would never be as helpless and weak as he was back then. But now look at him. Used as a tool for a queen so much powerful than him. How pathetic.

Queen Grimhilde insisted on Magnifico using the truth spell every time, even when he tried to tell her of her deceiving beauty. She needed to know it was true. She needed to know nobody would come close to her. That she was the fairest of them all.

One day this truth spell proved helpful. 7 years after his enslavement, a new name clicked into place. “Famed is your elegance, but I see another with far more pleasantness.” Amelia Beaumont was her name and she was the fairest of all. For now.

This was the only time Queen Grimhilde ever got visibly angry. There was a reason she demanded this information. She framed Amelia for treason and had her burned at the stake publicly. So all could watch her beauty melt.

Her dark and radiant skin burned and melted, showing her cooked flesh. Her lovely curls shriveled away. She screamed and cried until her angelic voice gargled into faded moans. A corpse cannot be the fairest.

Queen Grimhilde did not tell him this yet Magnifico knew of it anyway. Magnifico knew a lot of things outside of his mirror. He knew everything. It seemed to be a side effect of the truth spell. But he didn’t need to activate the spell anymore. It was a part of him now. It was him.

Magnifico was much more powerful than he ever thought he could be. But he didn’t care anymore. He stopped caring about anything. He just.. stopped feeling. A side effect of magic overuse, he knew. His voice became more monotone. Dull and flat. But he didn’t care.

All that mattered was serving the queen.

One day Queen Grimhilde married a wealthy king. Not for love but for the power that came with bringing two kingdoms together. This new king brought a young princess. Only 7 years old. Cheerful and bright. She had skin pale as snow, bright red lips and hair dark as ebony.

Her name was Snow White.

As the new family adjusted, Queen Grimhilde had only one rule. “Don’t go into my private room. It’s where I go to rest.” She told this to Snow who wanted to listen. She wanted to be good. But one day against her better self, Snow went inside. She saw a beautiful mirror with herself staring back.

Suddenly flames burst from beyond the glass. Snow backed away from the mirror. A green mask came into focus. He looked like the tragic mask she saw once. He spoke with a deep stoic voice. “What wouldst thou know, my princess?”

Snow started to creeped up to the mirror, nervous. She didn’t expect a person to be in her new step mom’s mirror. “What do you mean?” “Anything you command I will do. Know I only give answers true.” The mask replied.

Snow heard as a future Queen she would have to command her subjects but there was something about this that made her uneasy. “I don't want to command you to do anything.” The mask showed no emotion but seemed a little surprised by this. “No?”

“I want you to decide what to do.” Snow told the mask. The mask seemed to think to himself. “A story to you I’ll tell. About a kingdom long ago fell.” Snow loved fairy tales. She sat and eagerly looked at him starry eyed.

In a flash of fire and smoke, the mask disappeared. Shadows formed in the glass. They looked like puppets. Reflections of the past. Snow could still hear the mask’s deep voice as he started his tale.

“Once upon a time, a young boy lived in a peaceful village. Until thieves came and started to pillage.”

“The boy saw his home destroyed. Ever since, in his heart, there was a void.”

“The boy became a man who wanted to make it right. A kingdom he built as a beacon for the light.”

“A lovely woman soon stole his heart. She was so graceful and kind, they would never part”

“Amaya was her name. She was a beautiful, wonderful dame.”

“The king grew powerful over the years. He gave a promise to the farthest ears.”

“The king would grant his subjects deepest desires. But this exchange came with wires.”

“The wishes he kept close, they would never part. The king hoped they would fix the hole in his heart.”

“He sought out an apprentice to teach. A young girl came into his reach.”

“The girl was kind with little pride. She knew the stars were there to guide.”

“The girl saw her family’s dreams tucked away. She pleaded for them to see the day.”

“The king told her the wishes, he would spare. And the girl was left in despair.”

“To the stars, she cried out to. And down to earth, a star flew.”

“The star was a bright beacon. And the king feared his rule would weaken.”

“The girl and the star teamed up to get the wishes back. Their friends were let in and they made a pack.”

“The king did not like losing control. To dark magic, he sold his soul.”

“The girl had her grandfather’s wish, pure and noble. But a friend made her actions vocal.”

“In the king’s hand, her mother’s hope was crushed. That power made his magic much more rushed.”

“The girl sent her family away. The king granted a wish and led her friend astray.”

“A chase ensued, with magic flying through the sky. But the king she fought was just a disguise.”

“The girl was far too late, the wishes were cornered. And the star’s magic was conquered.”

“The king held the power of the night. He desired to snuff out any hopeful light.”

“The king had gone mad, he didn’t care about his horns. What was once a soft rose was cut to the thorns.”

“Still the girl had hope, wishing good will win. Soon the captured subjects joined in.”

“A hopeful song of wishes overtook the air. Their starlight shone everywhere.”

“And the star had won, free from the staff. The king was trapped inside with a flash.”

“The girl was given a gift for her bravery. Her own wand to guide wishes worthy.”

“The wonderful queen took over the throne. Her natural heart she had shown.”

“For 100 years, the kingdom of Rosas thrived. But the king had survived.”

“He is stuck in his own glass to this day. Kept in a room, he is on display.”

“So we’ve arrived at the end of the tale. The lesson; follow starlight in order to prevail.”

Snow clapped her hand in joy. “What a pretty story!” She said. “But it was really sad. The king didn’t feel all that evil.” The mask narrowed his eyes. “No?” Snow shook her head. “Some wishes are dangerous. He was right about that.”

“You are quite insightful for a child. Some dreams are wild. That is true. But to crush them all just won’t do.”

Snow understood what the mask was saying. No one person should be in charge of deciding what wishes to grant. “But the girl became a fairy godmother at the end. Like the king. Does that really make her better than him?”

“If the girl could not help them, they could try themselves. Their wishes are not kept on shelves.”

Snow understood the lesson much clearer now. “That was a wonderful story..” “You may address me as M. It can stand for Mirror.” Snow smiled. “M. That’s a lovely name.” M said nothing but he really liked this little princess. She was much better than-

“What are you doing here?” Queen Grimhilde had found her out. Snow stood up fast. “I was just-.” She looked at the mirror. M was gone. Snow looked back at her new mom. “I wasn't doing anything-.” “I told you to not come into my private room. And what have you done to my mirror?”

Snow had a guilty look on her face. “I was just playing. You didn’t tell me your mirror had a person inside.” Queen Grimhilde stopped dead in her tracks. She knew? “What did you say?” Snow didn’t hear the anger in her voice. She told her everything.

“Your mirror had a person inside. And he told me a story. About wishes and stars. He was really nice.” Queen Grimhilde was bubbling rage but she didn’t dare show it. She kept her queenly demeanor. “You misunderstand. It’s not a person. It’s a slave. It’s not supposed to tell stories.”

Now that was a word Snow had never heard before. But she could tell it was bad. There was a pit in her stomach when she heard it. She didn’t know it’s to be used and treated as less than a person. As less than nothing. “B-but he wanted to-.”

“It’s a mirror. A tool. It can’t want anything.” Queen Grimhilde was letting her anger show. Snow started to cry a little. She didn’t mean to make her new mom angry. She was too young to understand but having a slave does not deserve her of any kindness.

Snow tried to plead with her new mom. “You don’t understand. He deserves-!” “I decide what it deserves!” Queen Grimhilde suddenly snapped. Snow started to cry. She didn’t mean for this to happen. Queen Grimhilde didn’t care about Snow but her crying was annoying to her.

Queen Grimhilde grabbed Snow’s wrist. “Stop this crying at once.” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Snow cried. “Clean this mess up at once! That’s the least you can do for this transgression!” And Queen Grimhilde let her go. She walked out of the room. Snow was left there alone, crying.

M came back. Snow tried to apologize to him. “I’m sorry, M. I didn’t mean to-.” “Oh, little one, do not bemoan. The queen doesn’t care for anyone but her own.” Snow’s cries were much weaker now. She somberly grabbed a broom and started sweeping.

M saw this before. The queen using people as she pleased. He felt something. It wasn’t quite sadness but it tugged at his heart. “I see and know all that goes on. I have another story if you’re drawn.” Snow somberly smiled. “I’d like that.”

And from then on, a lovely friendship was formed. The queen would make Snow a maid and force her to clean most of the castle. Of course, the queen would make her clean her private room. That would be the brightest part of her day.

M would tell Snow stories from long ago. Stories of brave knights and kind princesses. It helped Snow keep her head up and always look for the bright side of things. And Snow always treated M with kindness and respect.

Snow did not know who M was before he was trapped. M preferred it that way. She was far too innocent to know what he’s done. And a part of him knew that if she knew the monster he used to be, then she wouldn’t want to be friends anymore.

And he couldn’t stand being alone again.

Of course, Queen Grimhilde would use M for her daily ego boost. Many girls would shine brighter than her. And one by one, they were all extinguished. It was easy when they were simple peasant girls. No one would miss them.

As Snow grew up, she became beautifuler every day. Queen Grimhilde did not like this and attempted to hide her beauty with rags. But her kind heart would always shine through. On her 14th birthday, Queen Grimhilde asked once more, who is the fairest of all. And the answer clicked for M.

“Snow White is the fairest of all.”

[hadrians-wall95]

Who says only Death Company units are Death Company? Doing 2000 points up for a Friday night dust up. It's time to break the Tryanid Lines on Planet Snifflick, and find the source of this invasion.

The Sanguine Knights have always had the gift of prophecy, like their Sire before them. Many fall to the black rage among the knights. The time traveling in the warp only playing on their minds more. Many fall to the Rage.

But, it can be mitigated. The Death Company are lead by their King, Leadites. This is a hereditary position, King. The Brother who bares it is a special gift. The ability to, somewhat, supress the Rage of those already lost (this totally isn't just a way to have an OC Lamertes be My warlord. Nope. No siree)

The current king, Larertes used to be Captain of the Sanguine Knights Firstborn Companyn(a smash captain model of old, now remade as a Lamertes for rules purposes). Now, he leads the True Death Company (Death Company with jump packs, the OGs who are certainly going to die next codex rip), those who are the most lost, into the heart of the Tryanid Nests. Its time to Eradicate this threat, at any cost.

[the-bar-sinister]

Okay so I discovered that none of the chapters of my fic, Sandstorms and Starfall, were populating in the tags. I can't believe I didn't notice this until 8 chapters in???

Anyway after some testing it turns out this was the culprit:

Specifically, its the dashes. I turned the double dashes into commas and now it's all good and showing up in tags.

No idea what the fuck that's about.

[blackbutler-sideblog]

Y’all…I just found out that AO3 has been hacked by a bunch of alt-right losers and that’s why it’s not working right now 💀 Out of all the things to do you decide to waste your time hacking a fanfic site? That’s embarrassing.

[emotionally-charged-arson]

Dr. Hans Jürgen Kürsch, former Associate Professor (Celestial Cartography and Interstellar Astrophysics) and Head of the Department of Astronomy at Alphan Central University

6” x 8”, alcohol markers and fineliners. For @ay-miphae ‘s character chain. 💫

[seasononesam]

when people hate 10x05 fan fiction it's like...god forbid women write and produce a full length supernatural musical