#tw battle

[3katanas]

@mugglebrn plotted starter

Hogwarts was a war zone. The one magnificent school was reduced to screams and flashes of light as the battle raged throughout the building and grounds. His body arching through the air as he lept from one of the floating staircases, easily spiraling down, his swords cutting down two death eaters as he fell even as he deflected a spell with his wand.

Landing in a crouch on the bottom floor his hand shot out. Wado Ichimonji spiraled away from him to cut through a flash of green light directed at the witch he'd always seen at Harry Potter's side. Blocking the death spell even as he charged forward from the side his own spell already flying forth before him, causing the death eater to drop.

Skidding to a halt in front of her, his white-hilted sword returning to float around him he extended the circle of swords to encompass Hermonie even as his attention remained on blocking spells sent their way. His back shifted to press against her's even as he cast spell after spell, his swords creating a shield around them.

Seconds or maybe hours later the castle shook as a voice reverberated through the stone. "Retreat! Hogwarts has fallen! RETREAT!"

The voice caused his blood to chill as he recognized the order from Professor McGonagall, his own gaze rising for a moment before he blocked another curse aimed their way. Spinning in place, a defensive spell flaring around them with a flick of his sword he dropped slightly and scooped her up.

Throwing her over his shoulder even as he ran towards a group of students who'd remained in the corner. Swords cutting through more death eaters as he fell into their midst and yelled. "Grab on!" Feeling the hands of three latch onto his body before he sent a final spell arching out from his swords. Recalling them to their sheaths seconds later even as he activated the port-key he'd been given for this kind of outcome.

[krazyforkicks]

CW: Friendly fire, non-human character, left behind, betrayal, battle, guns, shots fired, electrification, neurotoxin, exhaustion, blood

Sounds of battle filled the air. Shots rang out, people yelled, troop after troop was hurled back by an impossible entity.

Soldier was just waiting to be next. They were firing shots, but they never expected to win. Not really.

Although winning was unexpected, something still more unexpected managed to take Soldier by complete surprise. One moment, they were firing shots, the next, they were screaming, body entangled in one of the nets that their allies were firing at the entity.

The nets were not simply cloth nets like those used for fishing or catching animals. These nets were woven with chains, barbed, and had electrical currents coursing through them for the first minute after they were fired.

The net held Soldier immobile as they screamed and tied in vain to escape its hold. The more they struggled, the more the barbs dug into their skin, but they weren't paying the barbs any mind just then. The intense electric shocks had their full attention.

Through the shock at what had happened and the pain searing through their body, Soldier had a vague sense of hope in the back of their mind.

An ally will help me. I just have to wait it out.

But... none of the other troops seemed to even notice. When the shocks stopped, Soldier became painfully aware of the barbs piercing their skin and the blood starting to pool under them. They called for help, but the troops were already retreating. No one stopped for them.

For several long minutes after the battle was over, Soldier lay entangled in the net, shaking and just trying to breathe without moving too much. Then a voice with an unfamiliar accent spoke.

"You're alive... You need help."

And suddenly the face of the entity they had been fighting came into view over Soldier. Despite the barbs, they began to struggle again, screaming for help, someone, anyone!

The entity shushed Soldier and, reluctantly, Soldier quieted. Their friends were gone. There was no one there to hear their cries but the monster looming over them.

"... Are you gonna kill me..?" Soldier asked, voice coarse from screaming.

In reply, a clawed hand reached out and Soldier closed their eyes. But... they felt a release of pressure as the net fell away. They were freed.

Reflexively, Soldier scrambled to run, but they stumbled almost immediately and hit the ground hard. A moment later, the entity turned them over onto their back.

Soldier grimaced. They couldn't escape, their muscles had yet to recover from the electric shocks. They weren't strong enough. They were going to die. Be eaten by this... this thing.

"Your nets contain a powerful psychotropic drug administered through the barbs. You cannot leave until I heal you."

"... What?" Soldier sputtered. "No they don't! They— w-wait! Don't!"

Ignoring them, the entity swung one leg over Soldier, straddling their hips and placed both hands on Soldiers head.

Soldier kicked and fought as much as they could, trying to pull the entity's clawed hands off of their head, but is was no use.

Oddly enough, the longer the entity kept their hands on Soldier's head, the better Soldier seemed to feel. Their muscles stopped seizing from the shocks and they could feel the wounds from the barbs growing smaller. In return for this relief, however, Soldier noticed they felt significantly weaker and more exhausted.

Soldier decided to stop fighting back and let their eyes drift closed.

A few minutes later, the entity released Soldier, standing aside. "How do you feel? Are you strong enough to leave?"

Soldier rolled over onto their stomach with great difficulty and attempted to push themself up to crawl, but they couldn't. They managed to raise their body an inch or two off the ground, but they couldn't move any more from there.

Soldier felt the entity kneel next to them and place a hand gently on their back. "Just breathe. Try again."

"Don't patronize me." Soldier spat, words strained with effort.

"I'm not patronizing you. I am attempting to determine whether you are strong enough to leave. Human bodies are feeble and they hold only a trivial amount of energy. I believe your injuries may have been too extensive for you to flee after being healed."

Attempting to ignore the entity Soldier tried again, but was still unable to get more than a few inches. They squeezed their eyes shut, tears splashing onto the ground under them. "I c... I can't..."

The entity pushed Soldier over onto their back and Soldier let out a whimper.

"Wh... what are you going to do to me..? Kill me? Torture me?"

"Wh— I just saved your life and you still think I want to kill you?" The expression on the entity's face looked almost incredulous. "On top of that, you think I would let you try to leave if I planned on killing you?"

Soldier felt their face pale.

"You know what, you will find out soon what I plan to do with you." The entity scooped Soldier of the ground into their massive arms and Soldier yelped.

"Let me go! Put me down! Please!" Soldier gave a meager struggle, but they were too weak to do much.

"Quiet yourself. I'll not set you down."

Reluctantly, Soldier quieted, realizing they were incapable of escape and fearing to aggravate the entity further. Despite their terror, Soldier was also quickly falling asleep. It wasn't long until their world faded black.

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Banding Together (Obey Me!) fanfiction part 2

summary: The Devildom has come under siege by the Ancient Beast of Carnage. So it is time to defend and wage havoc to bring it down.

characters: basically all of them. It's going to be a full baseball team dynamic.

content: battle, fighting, blood, injury, violence, danger, death, this is an actual fight to the death type scenario so be advised this isn't fluffy!

If you are looking for part 1 and part 3 and part 4 they be here.

Credit to the artwork goes to the actual artist not me.

The tension was starting to build again as more reports came in. That the aerial assault team was struggling with pushing the Ancient Beast of Carnage towards the beach and would need some extra help. So I was more than aware of what that meant. My gaze going from the various potions and elixers I'd been helping to make to Lucifer. Who was readying Cerberus for a frontal charge with some added protection spells. Solomon noting my unease to bump his shoulder with mine in a gesture of silent encouragement. So I signaled to Satan before I made my way over to the Avatar of Pride. Cerberus gave a growl at my approach for me to do my usual snort of derision. Which made Lucifer heave a sigh of air before giving a command in some ancient tongue. Cerberus quit growling to lay down and wait as Lucifer turned to me. "How goes the potion making? I trust there have been no issues with bolstering our supply?"

My grumble came before I had the desire to tamp it down. I just went for direct and hugged Lucifer as tight as possible. His wings snapping open before they gathered around me for his sigh to wash against my ear. His hug back was careful as much as it was comforting. So I made my words count. "You even think about dropping dead, I will command summon you back from the dead and beat you senseless. Because I love you too much to do otherwise." Lucifer gave that molten chuckle of pure love. Placing a kiss to my cheek before he stepped back and away from me. His words to Cerberus curt for the massive hound to jump up and start sprinting full speed towards his ordered target. With Lucifer vaulting into the air immediately after to soar overhead and right towards where more explosions were sounding off in the far distance. My fists clenched tight as Asmodeus landed behind me.

Asmodeus was so gentle when he pulled me into his embrace from behind. A warmth of pure affection coming off him as I rubbed at my eyes with my dominant hand. His words sweet and silken against my hair. "Oh sweetie. Always with the bold words and straight spine. We see right through it, y'know. It is a fine display of bravado. Despite the fear in your scent. But I love that you stand firm and hold tight to your courageous faith even when you are terrified. It's the most dazzling thing about you, Marzena. So tell me what I know we need to hear from my number one fangirl slash critic." My snicker came out as I nodded to then give Asmodeus my answer. "I do not care how bad this thing ruins your outfit or your skin toner. You dare let this thing kill you, I will bring you back as a decomposing zombie with no makeup." Asmodeus gave the most horrified gasp possible to openly lament, "You wouldn't dare be that mean! Oh no you would not! I refuse to have that happen, Marzena! Ever!"

So it was we both laughed for Asmodeus to turn me around and sneak a kiss. Then he was vaulting off to head for his next delivery. Which left me to watch him depart as Barbatos walked up to me. We stood there for a long moment as shouting sounded out and warriors began making ready for final preparations. Barbatos taking the opportunity to open his hand to me. So I took it to give his hand that squeeze I needed to. My words flat and full of emotion. "I won't ask the dumb obvious questions. We both know you may only divulge so much. I accepted that a long time ago when you revealed those few hints about your power and what you might do. But I do hope and pray... Whatever comes next is us giving our absolute best efforts to save as many as we may. So I am grateful for every sneaky tactic you did behind the scenes to stack the deck in our favor." Barbatos gave a hum of both deep thought and pure affection. His tail sneaking up to my face to brush away my tears. "Always so good with your words. Knowing just what to say and just where you might wish to stop. Precious beyond all measure. That is what you are, Marzena. So hold tight to your beautiful and impossible convictions. I do so love seeing how things unfold when you put all of your heart into this."

Barbatos let go of my hand to turn and walk away. But he did pause to ask me a question of amusement. "By the way. I noticed you aren't wearing your grandmother's antique pendant. I cannot recall the last time you chose not to wear it and wondered if something happened to it." My smirk soon followed a blush dusting over my nose. "The chain to it didn't break this time. I put it on Mammon after I used a shielding spell on it. Since he's the main bait for this plan we all decided on, I wasn't going to let my first pact demon out the door without him wearing it. I did the same thing with my old silver cat ring. But that one is on Beelzebub and laced with a stamina spell." Barbatos gave a rare smile before he replied to my obvious intentions. "A wise choice. I will inform Lord Diavolo that they did not break or become lost. He wondered if such was the case."

Before anyone might say anything more, an air shattering roar sounded out from the direction of the Beast. Making me cover my ears as Diavolo started barking out orders left and right. Satan soon beside me to hustle me over to where Leviathan was currently sitting in the water. Since Simeon was using the space to organize various magic tools. His frown marring his usually tranquil features as Leviathan got up and out of the water. Satan moving to help Simeon with charging several magic tools with strengthening spells as I stared at Leviathan. But my words came out hoarse and uneven this time. "Lev. Stay alive. You don't have to be the cool looking champion. All I want is for you to come back alive. So please. Don't make this be the last time I tell you I love you for always." Leviathan gave a sheepish gulp as his tail went nuts behind him. But he just reached a hand out to ruffle my hair. "Right. Okay. I think I can manage that. But that does mean I expect you to not try jumping into the fight directly. Not unless you are the last party member up and have several mass rezz or nuke spells."

It was then my phone rang for me to snatch it up and answer it. Belphegor on the other end of the phone to sound frantic. "You were right! Thirteen and I just checked the nest of the Beast! Someone did do something insanely stupid!" This had all of us tense as I felt all consuming dread eat my stomach. "They found a way to cross breed this damn thing... It's awake to tend to and train it's soon to hatch young?" Simeon dropped the tool he was holding as Diavolo gave a cruse in ancient tongue. Belphegor confirming as more screams sounded out from a much closer distance. "Some of them already hatched! They just are too disoriented to anything but cling to the Beast's underside as they suckle! Our base camp might as well be a buffet!"

A crack of lightning soon replaced the air with ear splitting thunder. The rain starting to patter down as another shriek erupted from the approaching monster. Luke openly cowering to whimper as Diavolo just gave the full order to advance. So everything started with a frenzy of roars and shouts to charge full tilt at the looming mass that had come over the hill. The aerial assault team getting tossed weapons and tools to start hammering down with vigor onto the Ancient Beast of Carnage with as much as they might give. Blood cascaded out as the beast writhed and bellowed. Satan sweeping me behind him as the young that had already hatched started to dislodge themselves to begin their hunt.

It did not take but seconds for the screams of the dead and the wounded to begin ringing out amongst the roars of both the creatures and the thunder overhead. Solomon gathering what few spell casters we had to begin full on blasting whatever came to close to the base camp. Asmodeus and several other lesser demons would swoop in to catch the wounded and bring them back to be healed or set aside to be buried. The stench of blood and death soaking into the setting as I moved to stand next to Diavolo and Luke. My one gift soon lacing around Luke's neck to surround him with the fragrance of wild flowers and banish any other scent from his knowing. Which made Luke squeak before he turned and all but climbed into my waiting arms. His whole body shaking in pure terror for me to kneel down and cradle him as close as possible. Which had me turn my gaze to Satan as he grabbed a rather deadly looking spear. My words hard and full of several emotions. "Work at culling the herd. And watch that finely sculpted ass of yours." Satan smirked to then vault up and into the fray. While Diavolo started channeling a spell so that the lightning would be drawn away from his army and more towards the creatures. Which had many a winged beast end up falling to the ground in a singed mess.

Finally, Cerberus landed a full charge hit into the Ancient Beast of Carnage to all but steamroll it through the sand and directly into the sea. Water going everywhere for Leviathan to have his navy attack. All kinds of sea creatures and deadly demon fish swarming both the mother and the younglings to rip and gnash and tear into the enemy. With Lotan smacking the Beast down so as to further submerge it into the frigid sea. Lots of roars and shrieks sounding out as Cerberus jumped into the sea to keep biting into the creature. Yet more eggs along the Beast started hatching to have more of the enemy start their counter assault and sweep over the navy. The sea going red in under a minute as more of the young took flight to nip and rip into the warriors above.

I felt a searing pain from my pact bonds to instantly recite the summon chant. Not even thinking when Mammon ended up teleporting directly to us with half his body covered in blood. Fresh bite marks all over his side and leg for his clothes to be ruined. So Luke and I knelt down to start using healing magic as Mammon openly coughed up more red. Diavolo knelt down to steady the Avatar of Greed as he wheezed for air. "Dammit! Guess I'm benched now! Those things are too organized for just hatching! It's like their getting controlled! I bet my beloved Goldie they have a direct hive mind to their mom!" My gaze went wide for Diavolo to scowl at this news. So he looked up to give new orders and have the formations shift. Luke soon grabbing a towel woven with special magic to have steam rise up when Luke placed it on Mammon's shoulders. The demon wincing to then huff a bit as he noted, "Ow. Now I can feel heat back in my bones. Appreciate the help, Luke." Luke gave a sad smile through his tears as Simeon brought a very dazed Asmodeus over. The Avatar of Lust looking rather pale as Simeon helped his newest charge lay down. "Apparently, this one just seduced several dozen of the young into not moving for the others to kill. Which ended up in a major magical backlash. His body is untouched. But his mind may be a bit scrambled for the next few hours."

I gave a grunt as I finally noticed the full on pounding of hammers against the inside of my skull. My eyes watering at the agony to then huff. "Great. Dia. I vote Solomon and Lucifer do a fully charged beam blast boosted by Barbatos and whoever else we can funnel energy from directly into the Beast's insides. I have zero idea what we need to do just that. So please come up with the details." Diavolo nodded to turn and bark out, "Barbatos! I'm giving you the direct order to help me with channeling all we've got into Solomon's next spell! Lucifer! Do the same with what anyone else might spare without dropping dead!" Barbatos gave a scowl of irritation at the idea to then bow his head. His movements quick to find Solomon as the Sorcerer finished tracing a magic circle into the sand around him. Diavolo vaulting over as Satan called out, "Everyone out of the air! We're going to use a full blown spell combo!" Beelzebub landing close to Solomon to have several rips and tears in his clothes to also have much of his leg coated in blood. But he nodded to hustle over to where Belphgor and Thirteen were sprinting over to me. my hand going to the pact marks as the Ring of Light started to burn on my finger. Yet I gave all my focus as I prayed. Giving all the warmth and magic I felt building inside and filling my bond with Lucifer with all I felt and had to give. Meaning Lucifer started to glow from his high vantage above the Ancient Beast of Carnage. Illuminating a speck of a figure even higher up and mostly hidden by the storm clouds. A thought touching at the back of my mind for me to smile. But then Diavolo gave the order. So Solomon and Lucifer let loose with a spell of pure searing light. Meaning all of us on the shore went blind at the intensity for shrieking to ruin all other sounds.

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The roar of disbelief and anger that Daemon let out was loud and heartbreaking. It was the second sign that something had happened to you. Daemon wouldn’t have sounded so sad for anyone else on the battlefield. The first sign was the sharp pain that hit your leg. It was Daemon’s yell that had you dropping to the ground, finally registering the wound. You hadn’t thought much of the pain at first but that yell..

The arrow was still sticking out of your leg and you didn’t have the time or the supplies to remove it. Instead, you painfully made your way to your feet and started to move your way from the fighting. You knew that Daemon wouldn’t stop until he reached your side unless he knew you were safe. However, he was needed on the field — he was one of, if not the best, warrior in the realm. They wouldn’t be able to finish taking the Stepstones and kill the Crabfeeder without him.

Finally back at the boats, you collapsed on the sand. Your leg was on fire but you were in one of the safest places on the island. If you weren’t safe here, that meant nearly everyone else was dead and then it didn’t matter where you were.

Lying prone on the ground, you watched as the sky’s colors began to swirl together. The clouds today looked gorgeous but that could just be because they reminded you so much of Daemon’s hair. They were sooooo pretty…

Time had had lost all meaning for you when Daemon appeared above you. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but you liked looking at his lips as they moved. They were so pretty too. Just like his hair. So pretty.

Something was shaking you a lot, sending the ringing in your head clamoring. It was distracting and it really hurt. You wished they’d stop. You tried to tell them that but you couldn’t get your tongue to move. Or was it your lippsss…

When you next opened your eyes, you quickly shut them again. The headache was gods near deliberating and the rocking of the sip wasn’t helping. You were pretty sure the only reason you didn’t barf was because there was nothing in your stomach to come up.

“It’s ok, issa jorrāelagon. It’s all gonna be ok. You’re gonna be ok,” Daemon kept uttering such words as he bent over you. He placed a small kiss on your forehead then buried his head in your shoulder, his hand a vice around yours.

Painfully, you turned your head to bump your chin into the top of his head, breathing in the scent of battle that still lingered on him. “…it’s over?”

“Of course it fucking is. He was the one who fucking shot you. The fucking cunt wasn’t gonna live after that,” he sounded offended that you doubted him but he still didn’t raise his head or relax his hand.

“Good. Back home then?” You carefully started to flex everything, trying to see if anything but your leg and your head hurt. There was nothing but the general ache that you now associated with the aftermath of battle. Good.

“Driftmark. I don’t want to chance moving you further than I have too and Corlys offered you a spot. He saw it happen and he’s pretty sure that Laenor was the actual target. He sends his thanks and his fastest ship,” Daemon finally sat up, carefully swatting you. “Stop moving you brat and just ask me. The only injury you have is the arrow wound in your leg and probably a headache from blood loss.”

“Definitely a headache,” you shifted your hands around, twining your fingers through his.

“Want something to drink?” He had already started to stretch out to grip the pitcher behind him.

“Only if you lay with me. I don’t want to be alone,” sitting up, you took a sip of whatever was in the cup Daemon held for you.

“Of course. For as long as you’d like,” Daemon moved you about to make room for his broad figure.

“…not too long. You reek,” you started to giggle helplessly, Daemon starting to wiggle his fingers against your side.

“Say that again, I dare you,” he growled the playful threat against the skin of your throat, scraping his teeth down the curve of it.

“I wish, my dragon. But probably not the best idea when we’re still covered in blood and guts with my leg having a new hole through it,” Daemon finally settled back, carefully pulling you tight against his side.

“Something to look forward to then.”

“Promises, promises.”

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[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 12

A/N: It’s flurrying❄😊 I also just learned that the font I use for the header is called Holiday Romance and I just....the love triangle vibes are strong with this one. Like even Canva knew😂

Warnings: Home invasion, fighting, violence, panic, reference to assassination attempt/hired hit, use of guns, betrayal, explosive devices, murder (technically), invisibility powers (so not technically a warning, but they are this time and it’s a good thing Mirth is a hero), the plot taking over the storyline, Mirth is turning vengeful…and slightly murderous…

My Masterlist | Taglist Info | Mirth’s Ebenezer series

“Mirth! Baron!” Mirth’s brows furrowed as Superhero’s voice floated up to her. She’d heard them shout quite often, but very rarely had she ever been irked by it.

Mirth huffed and yanked the bedroom door open. At least Superhero had called for both of them, so she at least had the small consolation that they weren’t fighting with Baron over something trivial again. Hurrying down the staircase, a trickle of foreboding seeped into Mirth’s blood. By the tone of Supe’s voice—the urgency, the authority, the Superhero quality in it—she began to doubt the reason for their shout was anything but trivial.

But maybe she was wrong. Maybe Baron had broken another of Superhero’s house rules again and they were only calling her down to be a moderator, again.

“What’s going on?” She heard Baron ask as she stepped into the hallway.

“Yeah,” Mirth said breathlessly as she came around the corner in a hurry. “Can’t you two just get alon—”

Spotting Baron and Superhero standing around the closet that housed all the restricted—and therefore “dangerous” items their house-arrested criminal wasn’t allowed to be around—Mirth’s heart began to pound like a drumbeat between her ears. Superhero was arming themselves as if they expected to go to battle, bulletproof vest and all.

“Supervillain’s here,” Superhero interrupted, tossing something toward her. Mirth froze. Her uniform fell to the floor between them, but she made no move to pick it up. “Get changed.”

The beat of her heart grew louder. If Supervillain themselves was here, none of them were going to make it out of this house alive. “Supervillain? They’re here?”

How did they find them?

“I’ve already called for back-up,” Superhero assured her, taking a step back to meet her eyes. “Mirth, we’re going to be fine. And then as soon as we deal with this, we’re going to find the mole.”

The mole. The leak within the Agency that Agent and the Internal Affairs Department had been investigating, but still hadn’t found after nearly six months. That mole.

Mirth nodded, stiffly reaching for the fallen uniform and heading down the hallway without another word. Someone had sold them out. Whether it was to eliminate her and Superhero as potential threats, or to get rid of Baron with the pair of them as collateral damage, Mirth didn’t know. But the fact was: someone had betrayed her and Superhero, and to some extent, Baron.

Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her supersuit. Clenching her teeth, Mirth nearly kicked the bathroom door open as the realization settled over her mind.

As soon as they all made it out of here alive, she was rooting that mole out and returning the favor. The more her shock wore off, the angrier Mirth became. Stripping off her shirt and jeans, she roughly pulled on her supersuit, kicking away her civilian clothes. Just as she’d clipped her gun holster to her belt, her ears pricked at the sound of breaking glass.

A loud bang! burst through the air.

A high-pitched ringing overtook her ears. Blinking as though it would help to diminish the ringing, Mirth slipped her pistol from the holster. The weight of her limbs faded as she flipped the safety off and chambered a round. As her molecules turned into the invisible vapor that hid her from the world and gave her the same freedom as the air itself, a familiar current of electricity buzzed through the atmosphere.

Baron.

If she’d had eyebrows at the moment, Mirth knew they would’ve been furrowed. Had Superhero unlocked the power suppressant cuff on their ankle…or had they been freed some other way?

Was Baron the real danger here? Had it all—the mole, the safe house, the Rogue Trial—been a trap? Had he set them up?

Mirth didn’t have any time to contemplate the idea further as the sound of gunfire assaulted her ears. Slipping beneath the crack under the bathroom door, the invisible cloud that was Mirth expanded as she took a deep breath.

Floating down the hall, Mirth slipped into the cool, collected mindset she reserved for her missions. But no matter how hard she tried to, she knew deep down that this time was different. This time, it was personal. Supervillain had attacked them. They’d targeted them. This wasn’t some standard mission to bust a ring of thieves or the mafia, this was self-defense, and Mirth didn’t know how many lines she was about to blur for her own survival as she hovered behind a group of figures dressed in all black.

Solidifying her molecules enough to put her feet on the ground and take aim, Mirth lined the sights of her pistol up with one of the henchmen.

Inhaling slowly, Mirth held her breath. She had to time this all just right. If she didn’t…

If she didn’t, she would be as good as dead.

Mirth pulled the trigger. Exhaling quickly, she let her molecules loosen once again, becoming the vapor of her invisibility powers just in time for a barrage of bullets to be sent her way by the new rear guard of the group of henchmen.

Sailing past them, Mirth put herself between them and the henchmen in front of them. Only solidifying her upper body enough to hold her gun, Mirth took aim and fired.

The henchmen dropped to the floor, and in the seconds that followed, chaos erupted.

Bur Mirth was already a vapor again, clinging to the ceiling as she watched the team of henchmen scramble to find who’d killed two of their comrades.

A whoop filled the air as Superhero, disheveled and bloodied, appeared at the mouth of the hallway. They didn’t even take aim, just shooting from the hip. Mirth would’ve shaken her head if she was solid, watching as they sprayed bullets throughout the hallway, cutting down henchmen where they stood until they’d all fallen, injured or otherwise. Mirth didn’t stick around, knowing her friend had this handled.

The closer to the great room she traveled, the more her molecules fizzed. Lightning flashed, the air buzzed, people screamed, and at the center of it all, was Baron.

Mirth found herself freezing at the sight. Staring in wonder as Baron conducted his powers, Mirth realized this was not a man who had betrayed her or the Agency. Fighting for their lives, she, Baron, and Superhero had one enemy in common: Supervillain’s mole, and to a larger extent, Supervillain themselves.

The large window looking toward the front of the house shattered. Pinned down by henchmen, both Superhero and Baron had their hands full. Mirth gently landed on her feet about a yard away from the window. The weight of her limbs was odd after spending too little time gliding around in her favorite form of invisibility. A henchmen with a shouldered rifle was the first to climb through the open window. Before he could open fire on the room behind her, Mirth grabbed the barrel of his gun and twisted, yanking at it hard. Wrenching it from his grip, Mirth jabbed his throat with her free hand and swept his legs out from under him.

At her beckoning, the rifle turned invisible.

The next henchmen and the one after didn’t make it one step inside the house.

Supervillain wouldn’t win. Not this time, not tomorrow, not the day after, and most certainly not in the near future.

She didn’t care what lines she blurred, Mirth vowed she would find their mole, and then she would find them.

Supervillain was going to die.

A/N 2: Huh. I did not see a corruption arc coming for Mirth 🤔

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Part 13

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Some Alternate Universe Angst for @w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l

Peter tried to fly, knowing it was his best bet against these new inhabitants of Neverland. He could never match them in strength alone. He was too small and too caught off guard by their diverse ways of fighting... Sure, some of the pirates had used axes, but never like this! And he'd nearlt been hit by a shield hard enough to leave him winded and nearly stunned several times already. To fly and be light, to dip in and out and try to catch them unawares was all he thought might could even possibly get him out alive. He had been successful thus far, distracting berserkers enough that pirates or lost boys could bat them away, and perhaps his cockiness had gotten to his head, even through the violent terror that shook him to his core because he was actually fighting to survive, but what ever it was, he didn't notice the warrior in the trees as thet nocked an arrow and aimed precisely, before firing and hitting their mark... him. He gave a gasp of pain and surprise, looking at the wound for a moment with a horrified look as he immediately began to fall. He landed with a painful thud that knocked the wind out of him as badly as any of the vikings' shields, and when he tried to sit up, he was dazed, but he managed it, even managing somehow to push himself to his feet as he held pressure on the entry wound. He couldn't fight like this. He couldn't fly like this. As much as he hated it, his only option was to flee, so he turned and did his best to hurry away, even as he was hindered by his pain. James... where was James? He had to find James. He turned back and found him instantly across the clearing and through the battle, and somehow, as if their joined souls meant they could communicate with just a thought, the pirate dispatched the berserker he was fighting and looked up to see Peter's terrified and pained expression, and then to see as he was grabbed from behind by a pair of warriors. "James!" The cry was bloodcurdling, but the battle separated them, and the struggle caused him to lose sight of James in the chaos. Peter struggled as best as he could, doing anything he could to free his arms while kicking wildly and even trying to bite at his captors. One of the warriors hit him hard on the back of the head with the hilt of a knife he had drawn from his belt, but the Prince of Runaways managed to fight against his attempts, even as something hot and wet and sticky began to creep down the back of his head. One of them began to try and tie his hands behind his back, but Pan wouldn't let them take him so easily. "No! No! James! Tootles! Somebody!" One of the warriors clapped a hand over his mouth to silence him, and the young man managed to bite his hand and give a vicious snarl before getting a hard blow to the face and one to the gut that left him winded and dazed, but he managed to struggle on, even if now his attempts were far weaker and useless. Perhaps it was the fairy magic that let him keep struggling against such insurmountable odds, against such brutish warriors and in spite of his injured, but it could only last so long until one of the vikings gave a growl of frustration and pressed a hand hard over his nose and mouth, holding them both closed, until the young man went limp in his arms. Pan was caught.

(not my best, maybe... rather rushed... but still nice and angsty... 😈)

[bamsara]

goofies

[firedragon1321]

[cracklewink]

Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5

The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )

[madrone33]

Number 1 Rule of adapting the Odyssey into EPIC is: if it can be more dramatic, it will be more dramatic.

The Greeks decide to throw the infant Trojan prince from the walls because they're scared he'll try to avenge his family? No, Zeus comes down to personally give Odysseus a vision of being killed and says his family WILL die. Kill the baby that reminds you of your son right now, it's the gods will.

Odysseus goes to greet the inhabitants of an island and gets trapped in a cave for two days by the cyclops that's eating his men one by one? Nope, we got BOSS BATTLE 30v1 in the Ithacans' favour until BAM fourteen pancakes are made by Polyphemus' club and oh shit Polites is DEAD-

Athena is just vaugely absent for the whole journey until the end? We got emotionally charged platonic breakups instead, with yelling and insults and "well I'm breaking up with you FIRST!"

Smooth sailing to Ithaca? STOOOORM-

Odysseus' great-great-great-grandfather giving him a speed boost to help him on his way home? Get ready for trickster wind gods, mischievous winions, and a game that was rigged from the start.

Random-ass suspicious and greedy crew mates open the bag? It's Eurylochus, his second in command, his brother-in-law, the man he trusted, Eurylochus WHYYY

Parking in the wrong harbour and getting boulders thrown at the fleet by angry man-eating giants while Odysseus backs away veeery slowly? Nah Poseidon himself pulls up to dunk on them, and Odysseus has to make a last minute getaway using the power of STOOORM to avoid being curbstomped like his fleet.

Odysseus gets some stronger drugs from a god to make him immune to the other drugs of a goddess? Well these drugs actually give him magic powers which he uses to engage in a Pokémon/Yu-Gi-Oh style BOSS BATTLE!

Get some closure with dead loved ones and acquaintances, and be the first interviewer of the fallen heroes of past ages? Nope, we just got TRAUMA and a whole boatload of guilt!

A neat outline of what the rest of the journey will look like, a warning against an island of cows that will slow him down, and the way to appease Poseidon? This Tiresias just says "Y'know there used to be a world where you made it home, BUT I DON'T SEE IT NO MORE. IT'S GONE. IT'S OVER. Also, your palace is fucked."

Sailing past the sirens while getting to be the first mortal to hear their song and live? M U R D E R

Sailing past Scylla to avoid Charybdis and accidentally getting six men eaten because he thought he could totally take Scylla, even though Circe said he couldn't, and then he realised he, in fact, cannot take Scylla? ... Eurylochus, light up six torches.

Eurylochus waits till Odysseus is out hunting and then goes behind his back to mutinously rally the crew and feast on some sacred cattle? Betrayal on both sides, stabby stab, K.O., and then Odysseus helplessly watches them make the greatest mistake of their lives as they ignore his pleas.

Quick clean and easy lightning-strike to the ship, leaving Odysseus to cling to some driftwood and paddle away? Zeus himself appears to the mortals, monologues, makes Odysseus be the one to choose, and then smites the whole ship leaving Odysseus to nearly drown anyway.

Telemachus gets advice from a disguised Athena to yell at the suitors and then sail away to look for news of his missing father? Telemachus gets into a full on beatdown with the suitors and gets FIGHT CLUB TRAINING from Athena!

Athena goes "dad I want my favourite mortal back? Did you forget about him? I think you forgot about him" and Zeus instantly replies "nonsense. How could I have forgotten that funny little mortal? Of course you can have him back my sweet favoured child <3" and then Athena skips off to Ithaca? "Father please-" "LIGHTNING BOLT! ANOTHER LIGHTNING BOLT! LIGHTNING BOLT TO THE FACE HOW DARE YOU ASK ME OF SUCH A THING!"

Poseidon does a double take "wait they let him go?? Oh hell nah!" and then sends a giant fuck off storm for Odysseus to swim through until he reaches the Phaeacians? No, Poseidon's just been there on Ithaca's shores, waiting for eight years, now get in the water BITCH- except Odysseus is just like "oh yeah? Fucking FIGHT ME"

You thought the suitors in the Odyssey were bad? Jorge really just said "dial that shit up to ELEVEN"

[dragiani2]

The Femur Breaker

(Based on a discord joke between me and @vistfull)

[scre6m]

KID + his big brown eyes

MONKEY MAN (2024) dir. Dev Patel

[pileofmush]

luffy is for the sad, pathetic, touch-starved bitches. the ones who shiver at the mere brush of skin. who wince whenever their friends go in for hugs, unsure of where to put their arms. the ones who are so, so aware of their proximity to others. so careful not to brush fingers when walking side to side with a peer, or when handing a pencil to a friend, because they’re sure that one affectionate squeeze of the arm could leave their innards a puddle at their feet, creeping toward the nearest drain.

when you meet luffy, you think he’s one to be admired, not touched. you see the way he infects everyone around him with his reckless abandon. hanging off shoulders and dragging people to and fro. his crewmates are used to it. they scoff and wiggle under his weight for show: for there’s a sense of relief when monkey d. luffy has his eyes on you. you can tell in the automatic decompression of their shoulders, in the languid way they turn to him—saplings curving toward the sun. 

you see it, and you envy it. respect it. respect him. but that’s the extent of your thoughts on the matter.

you never considered that he would turn his sights on you. 

but he does. 

he picks you up like you’re something shiny, holds you up to the light and squints. and whatever he finds must be satisfying, because after that, he doesn’t put you down. 

it overwhelms you, at first. he tugs on your cheek at the sight of a frown, like you’re the one made of rubber, and your heart does a funny jig that’s actually not funny at all. he pokes you in the ribcage to grab your attention, and ignores you when you try to tell him that a verbal cue would work just as well. he grabs your hand, instinctively twining your fingers, and pulls you along when you stop in your tracks.

and you feel—you feel like a puddle. be careful your mind warns, or you’ll slip.

but luffy’s there to catch you when you fall.

and that’s what’s so terrible about him, you think. he’s the question and the answer. 

and he’s burrowed himself under your skin. 

how foolish of him to touch you so casually and expect you not to revel in it. not to crave his pokes and his prods more than you crave air. how foolish of him to drape himself over you like a weighted blankie and not expect you to desire him by your side, always, to keep the cold at bay. he’s a fool and you’re a pauper.

but, sometimes, you think he knows what he does to you. he has to. oh, how he’ll laugh when he catches you staring at his hands. bound over until he’s right in front of you, place a thumb under your chin and tilt until your gaze meets his. his eyes are dark, but so, so bright. you want to look away. you don’t. 

everything is so easy for him. it's unnerving. he plops his head in your lap one day with a carefree grin. you still—hold your breath like a child playing hide and seek. he cracks open an eye, like he can read your thoughts. or maybe he can just feel you tremble.

“what’s wrong?”

you rack your brain for an answer he could understand. “what do you want me to do?” you hedge. 

luffy furrows his brows. “whatever you want,” he says.

“no, i mean—where do you want me to touch?” 

he shrugs. “wherever you want.”

and you feel—you feel like you want to run your hands over every inch of his skin until you have a mental map of his body you could navigate through touch alone. you want to put him in your mouth. you want to inhale him like a drug, want him to burn the back of your throat 'til it stings. you want… him. 

you settle for caressing his jawline. tracing the slope of his nose. his eyes flutter shut, and you pause, but he grabs your hand and plants it firmly on his face. and it feels, it feels like you’re the question and he’s the answer. it feels like maybe, just maybe, you’re okay with becoming a puddle of a person, for him. 

[cupcakeslushie]

Love the newest Kendratello update 🫠. Can't help but wonder, how much do Raph and Leo try to protect Mikey from just how dark Donnie's situation got or even can they? I'm assuming Mikey was there for the rescue, like they can't keep him safe from everything, not least when Donnie starts having seizures.

Leo thinks Mikey has a right to know, but also, at the same time, this is too heavy for any of them. Leo has no idea what to do, considering he’s always treated Mikey like he was capable. Raph doesn’t want Mikey to know, at all. Angelo’s way of helping is analyzing things very emotionally. Raph is worried that his emphatic need to be the fixer of all their family’s issues, will blow back on him, and Donnie. They have to tread very carefully from here on. They were already struggling with Donnie being terrified of them, this is a whole other Pandora’s box that’s been opened.

⚠️ cw: sa mentioned, conditioning

[kaysdenofchaos]

Ignore the spontaneous art style switch just smth about the way @pasteilian styles Leo just 👌 I love Leo in pretty clothes and shit it’s so fun

I tried to draw more cute outfits but I’m too bloodthirsty apparently

[horygory]

Battle Angel Alita (1993)