#yes i suppose i could invent ocs but like. that’s work! when i’m not creating them for fun

[noratilney]

trying to think about background pairings for abby’s fic (i also need a title for it), obviously romance isn’t the be all end all blah blah blah, but given how much romance featured in the show it’s drawing from, i think it makes sense for it to be there

it’s mainly bonnie and caroline i’m thinking about since abby doesn’t have much to do with elena and i’m more-or-less keeping her interactions with the salvatores the same

i know it’s a small town but there’s really a dearth of characters to pick from, like aside from stefan and the “mystic falls gang” do we know a single other kid’s name in their grade???

i thought maybe luka for bonnie and hayley for caroline given that i’m a matt hater (although i’m still keeping the caroline-matt relationship we have in the show because i think it’s an important step in caroline’s arc/growth but they’re definitely breaking up) and tyler’s off the table and i find jeremy very boring.

except that i’m already doing luka/bonnie in TMTC(TMTSTS) [spoilers: jonas dies in place of his son, luka and greta are reunited, and luka and bonnie get a second chance at a real relationship - no lies or ulterior motives - and are a bombass witch power couple; unlikely that they’ll be endgame but we shall see what happens in the writing of it!] and i don’t want to copy/repeat myself here.

with caroline, hayley doesn’t show up for. awhile. in canon her burgeoning friendship/relationship with tyler fills the space between her relationship with matt and hayley’s first appearance, but it leaves her at loose ends here.

(sorry to anyone who likes caroline with klaus, i’m not doing that in any of my tvd fics.)

possible other option for bonnie would be anna. instead of anna pursuing jeremy (still no idea why she was meant to be doing that?) and ben pursuing bonnie, maybe anna’s mission could be bonnie and ben’s jeremy? or anna supposed to be tricking jeremy into giving her information but she’s distracted by her genuine interest in bonnie? (anna did know emily. at least like superficially, since she and her mom knew katherine. so that could be the impetus for an interest?) honestly idk, just sort of spitballing here. (i know jeremy cheated on bonnie with ghost!anna in canon (and wow have more ridiculous words ever been uttered?) so i do get if the idea of bonnie/anna puts a bad taste in anyone’s mouth although i personally chalk the canon storyline up to bad writing (and racism 😬) and i’m still not yet committed to any romantic interest for bonnie (or caroline for that matter) yet.)

alternate romantic option for caroline is lucy, with the added bonus that her sticking around also means bonnie and lucy would get to have a relationship. and an excuse to actually like delve into the bennetts. and bonnie to have a family member who cares about her and a magic mentor after grams is dead, which i do like a lot for her. (although this rationale has much more to do with bonnie than caroline so. (perhaps this concept is better suited to a more bonnie-focused fic idea? either TMTC(TMSTS) which is ensemble cast, and in addition to a more equal focus on the non-elena characters, features annie who by virtue of being trained by sheila and having a huge crush on bonnie gives much more space to bennett backstory and bennett interpersonal relationships having focus, or the very vague, to be developed more, oc x bonnie fic idea.) again, i’m as undecided on anything as before i wrote this post lol.)

[i’m also only looking at the early seasons given that one - i’m not sure how long abby’s fic is going to be/how long time wise it’ll go - and two, since i’m undertaking a rewrite/modification of s1-8 for TMTC(TMTSTS), i don’t know how much energy i’ll have for doing so multiple times, even if abby is going to be less involved in the main plot compared to annie, margaret, and meredith.]

[notalwaysthevillian]

My Whirlpool of a Life

Ships: Kaminari/OC

Word Count: ~2.k

I will not be doing a tag list for this fic.

Masterlist

Chapter 5: Hero Costume

My phone chimed the next morning, making me groan. It was definitely before my alarm was set to go off.

Reaching over, I turned the screen on, wincing as the bright light filled the room.

1 New Email From: Power Loader We’ve received your hero costume if you want to pick it up before class. I’ll be in the Studio all day, whenever you want to pick it up.

Suppressing a squeal, I jumped out of bed and got ready as fast as possible. Grabbing some toast, I ran over to the Development Studio.

“Mr. Power Loader?” I called out as I walked in.

An explosion to my left had me throwing up a wall of water as a protective measure. Smoke filled the air, making me cough.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen!” A female voice yelled. “My baby will work! I know she will!”

“Hatsume, can we keep the explosions to a minimum until after lunch?”

The air cleared, revealing Power Loader and a girl with pink hair looking over some kind of…cannon? I wasn’t really sure what I was looking at.

“Yes, sir!”

The girl noticed me then, her face brightening. “I’m Mei Hatsume! If you need any new toys, let me know!”

She went back to working on her invention, without waiting for me to say anything.

“I’m Nami Kota, um -”

“Oh, you’re here for your costume!” Hatsume darted off to the back, Power Loader on her heels.

“Hatsume!”

“I’ve got it!”

She ran back out, a case in her hands. “Don’t worry, I haven’t had a chance to add anything to it. But I can if you want anything!”

I couldn’t help but marvel at her energy. “I’ll be sure to let you know, but I’m gonna try this out first.”

“Wait! You’re going to Training, right? Why don’t you try it on?”

“Sure!”

I changed into the suit, loving the way it felt. I’d gone for a basic black bodysuit, though I’d asked for it to be water resistant. There was a blue vest overtop of it, that I could use as a life vest in an emergency. A white belt around my waist could hold extra water. I filled it up, frowning at how sloshy it was.

The shoes felt nice though, made for being in the water, but also had the same form as sneakers.

I showed it off to Hatsume, who had a hand on her chin.

“I could fix the belt. The way it is now, it could throw you off balance. If we section it into smaller portions, it wouldn’t slosh as much.”

“Oh that would be great!”

Hatsume reached over and unclipped the belt. “Shouldn’t take more than a day!”

“Thanks! Here, let me give you my number and you can text me when it’s done?”

By the time I’d gotten everything all cleared with Hatsume and Power Loader, I had to race to get to class on time. Everyone was already gathered as I walked in the door.

“Oh, your hero outfit is amazing!” Hagakure squealed. “Super cute!”

Momo nodded. “Cute and functional.”

I caught Kaminari staring at me and winked. He blushed instantly. “It looks - you look…it’s great!”

Training started, mostly the same as yesterday. I was mostly there with what I was calling Geyser, but I still had the occasional slip up that would either shoot me way too far into the air or not high enough.

The third time I landed on Midnight by not going high enough, she laughed. “Alright, you need to work on hitting that sweet spot in your power level.”

Glancing around at my classmates, I winced. I knew exactly who I should ask.

Midnight caught my look. “He would be able to help you out.”

We continued on with practice until the end of class. Midnight gave me a smile as she left, as well as a “good luck”.

We all headed to the main campus buildings for our next classes. It took me all day to work up the courage to ask what I needed to.

As we went back to the dorms, I took my chance. I quickened my pace, keeping in step with Kirishima and using him as a buffer between me and Mr. Explosion.

I waited for a lull in their conversation before clearing my throat. “Hey, Bakugo?”

“What, extra?” He snapped, whipping his head toward me.

I threw my hands up in front of me. “Um, nevermind.”

“Just spit it out already.”

“How do you control your power output so well when you’re flying? I’ve been trying to figure out my power levels and I’m not getting the hang of it.” The words would’ve kept coming and I would’ve continued to ramble if he hadn’t spoken.

“It’s like making sure your volume isn’t too loud when you’re listening to music.” He twisted his hand in the air, as though he was turning a dial up and down. “You’ve gotta make your own marking of how much in your mind, and remember.”

“That makes a lot of sense, thanks!”

Bakugo looked around, seeing everyone staring at him. “Whatever.”

Then he sped up, dragging Kirishima with him and leaving me behind.

“Wow, I’m surprised he didn’t blow you up.” Kaminari whispered, linking our fingers together again. “I was sure I’d be a widow.”

“That’s if we’re married.” I couldn’t help but giggle. “And you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“Good. I kinda like you.”

The night passed like the previous one had, with the study group meeting and then everyone having dinner together. We had some time afterwards to relax and do our own thing, so I headed out into the back to practice just a little bit more.

I nearly slipped down icy steps, thankful when an arm grabbed me to keep me upright.

“Sorry.” Todoroki waved his left hand, steaming the ice off of the steps.

I activated my own quirk, swirling the steam in front of me and then breathing out, making it look as though the steam was coming from me. “Look, I’m a dragon.”

��Don’t dragons breathe fire?”

“Well, I can’t do that, but you could.”

Todoroki smiled ever so slightly. “Maybe that should be my special move.”

“It would probably burn your throat though.” I pointed out, seeing him nod. “What are you doing out here, freezing the steps? Trying to hurt your classmates to get to the top?”

He looked appalled. “I would never do that.”

“Sorry, that was a joke.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Not very funny I guess. But what are you doing?”

“Practicing.” Todoroki waved his right hand again, freezing the grass instead of the steps we were standing on. “When I’m a pro, I might not get as much downtime. I’ve got to get used to it.”

“Todoroki, no.” I put a hand on his arm. “It means you need to savor the moments when you do have downtime. If you practice constantly, you’ll overwork yourself.”

He looked at me, his bi-colored eyes staring me down. “Am I wrong in saying that you came out here to practice too?”

I opened my mouth, before closing it again. “Okay, but that’s different. I was just going to work for a little bit and then go back in again. Actually, could I take you up on your offer? I think my quirk is probably the closest to yours.”

“Based on Midoriya’s notes, I’d say so.”

My head snapped up. “You read his notes?”

“He was offering, and they’re very thorough.” Todoroki took a step back. “Can you demonstrate your quirk? It’ll be easier to help if I see it in action.”

Taking in a deep breath, I focused on the frozen grass in front of me. The ice melted, turning to water as I held my hand out. I pulled it towards me, leaving it swirling around my feet. “Once it’s close enough, it’s basically an extension of me. I’m the best at using it to shield, but we’d started on combat before I came here.”

Todoroki looked at me for a second, before tilting his head. “Copy this.”

He threw his right arm out, creating a small ice wall that separated the yard in half. It was smaller than the one I’d seen at the sports festival, which meant he was holding back. Probably because we were at the dorm.

I threw my arm out, the water slicing through the grass, leaving a divot in the ground. As soon as I put my arm down, the wall fell, the water swirling back to me.

“Faster.”

“What?”

He walked around behind me, adjusting my fingers. “Like this. If you make it move faster, you’ll be able to push people away quicker. You seem like more of a long ranged fighter, like me.”

I repeated the action, the water moving with the same force as my whip. “Cool!”

“We should train together more. It would be beneficial for both of us.”

A cough came from behind us. I turned to see Kaminari standing in the doorway. “Todoroki, why is your arm around her?”

I hadn’t even realized his arm was still on mine. I stepped away from him, heading towards my clearly jealous boyfriend. “It wasn’t anything, he was helping me out with some practice is all. Our quirks are the same, just different elements.”

“I am not interested in her.” 

The bluntness of his words made me start laughing. “Damn, Todoroki, tell me how you really feel.”

“I just did.”

An arm slid around my waist, and Kaminari pulled me close. “Nothing happened?”

“I promise.” My lips met Kaminari’s cheek, making him blush again. “I kinda like you, not Todoroki.”

The other boy looked at us blankly. “You only kind of like each other? Shouldn’t you love each other?”

Kaminari started to sputter, unable to explain. My cheeks burned, but I was able to speak. “Well, at some point. Hopefully. But we’re still getting to know each other and everything. The ‘kind of like you’ thing is a joke.”

“I see.”

He walked past us, heading inside. Kaminari’s brain caught up to his mouth as soon as Todoroki was gone. “You know I really like you right?”

“I really like you too.” I said with a giggle. The giggling intensified when Kaminari started kissing my forehead and my cheeks. “Come on, we’re gonna get in trouble if we’re out here too late.”

“Maybe I’m a troublemaker.”

“Not today you’re not.”

I dragged him inside, sitting down on the couch next to Mina. He sat on my other side, dragging me into his lap.

I gave him a look. “What’s that for?”

“Now more people can fit on the couch.” He flashed me a grin, arms pulling me as close as possible. “And I get to hold you. Win-win.”

“Get a room!” Jirou called out, fake gagging. But I could see her hiding a smile.

Kaminari nuzzled into my shoulder. “We could.”

“No, absolutely not.” I slipped off his lap, back onto the couch. I maneuvered his arm around my waist instead.

“What, never been kissed before?” Mina teased, poking my side.

I rolled my eyes. “I have, thank you very much.”

“What?”

I glanced over at Kaminari. “Bug, I dated someone before you.”

“Bug?”

“Lighting Bug, just...shorter.”

He grinned, before remembering what I’d just said. “Do I know him?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Did I say it was a him?”

“WHAT?”

My classmates were all staring at me now. I flushed under the attention. “Yeah, I like guys and girls. But there was a boyfriend before you.”

Mina jumped to her feet. “Okay, we’re playing Never Have I Ever, right now. If you want to play, circle up.”

[storytelers-arc]

masterlist of plots

this is my *wink wink nudge nudge* post.

featuring: christopher pike, catherine morland, flynn carsen, prince eric, daisy johnson, clara stahlbaum, the prince

like this and i’ll yell at you

1. christopher pike

season 3 but with christopher pike pls. gimme all the threads.

is your muse a teenager/young adult who needs a mentor/dad?? look no further, because christopher pike is the dad (tm) and would like to adopt all of the children. please give me all of the plots where he nurture someone.

honestly, gimme some discovery muses and we can add a little plot in the middle of the season, let them discover planets and be a science vessel (for once!). pike does not understand everything that is going on (he is a humanities major surrounded by a bunch of stem majors) but he is excited and willing to learn

2. catherine morland.

OK BUT WHO IS FINALLY GOING TO LET ME WRITE AGAINST A VILLAIN THAT CATHERINE FALLS IN LOVE WITH??? BECAUSE YOU ALL KNOW THE WOULD. AND IT WOULD BE FUCKING HILARIOUS BECAUSE CATHERINE IS ALL DREAMER AND COMMON SENSE, SO SHE AT FIRST WOULD BE LIKE oh you are evil its sexy to then be like: but why, that’s such a bad idea. villain: that’s my masterplan! catherine: that’s stupid

people should 100% be friends with catherine because she is a sweetheart but also very stupid -- so, you know, she is fun.

3. flynn carsen.

i also need flynn to fall in love with a villain asap. thanks.

also gimme more heavily plotted threads of flynn saving the world, we can create a magical object, a villain (we can have npcs in the threads pls!!) and an objective. we can just... create our own tiny movie. please, give me a heavily plotted adventure with flynn!

flynn carsen is a genius. i need someone to kidnap him to use his brain to do some scary stuff. i just... he would be a mess in this situation and there is untapped chaos here.

4. prince eric.

we all know the arranged marriage plot. but it doesn’t fit eric... you know what fits.... TRAPPED INTO MARRIAGE PLOT! let’s plot something out, either a family member that’s scheming, someone catches our muses in a compromising (completely accidental) position!!

gimme a matey. a crew member in eric’s ship that he is friends with!!! give this boy some friends!!!

someone make a sibling oc/a sibling verse for eric because he has the most chaotic big brother energy ever. let these two kids, who were raised by servants, be close friends. maybe she is an adventurer like him. maybe she thinks she would be a better queen than him (she would probably!).

5. daisy johnson

anything set in season 7 because it’s my fav (it’s time travel, y’all know I’m weak for that) -- so yes, gimme historical figures daisy can meet, gimme historical plots, gimme daisy getting stuck in the past for two months and having to invent a life for herself (gimme do.usy)

DAISY JOHNSON IS THE LEADER OF THE SECRET WARRIORS, A GROUP OF INHUMANS WHO WORK WITH SHIELD. thanks, the show forgets that but i don’t. Now, let’s see -- what if we play around with that? Who wnats to meet baddass superhero Daisy, who leads a skilled team and cracks jokes at every opportunity?

6. clara stahlbaum.

the four realms are connected to the rest of the disney world. give me clara opening her borders again, her kingdom is a land of wonder and she can get to know the other royals!! i’d love if some of the princesses’s got close to her??? clara is always looking for positive female influence in her life!

someone from the real world who follows clara into the four realms? preferred family connections or close friends (would need to plot as clara is not very outgoing!).

descendants stuff for her! the four realms still exist with magic but its closed off from auradon. it was technically supposed to be permanently closed off and emptied, but that would not be possible and her mother refused to. on a show of good faith, she sent her children to auradon. gimme the friendships, the rivalries, the loves!

7. the prince (the beast from beauty and the beast)

platonic.

basically the same as the romantic plot 1 but instead of falling in love they become very good friends instead. and this other person can leave the castle so they bring the prince things from the real world -- news, letters from his mother, a shirt that smells like the sea!

gimme like an older sister relationship with him??? someone who constantly mocks him, who makes fun of him but would kill someone if they hurt him? someone the prince can lean on for comfort and love?

give me stuff set in an hp universe where the prince has a gang? not like a criminal gang more like a squad of other rich boys who are terrible but lovable??? also possible set in modern times... though a criminal gang... someone talk to me about it... oh wow...

a plot with a fellow royal where they are 100% platonic but pretend to not be so they can get their royal parent’s off their backs.

romantic.

when the castle is cursed, all humans who were staying there are frozen in place, unable to leave (basing this off the villenueve version). the prince is all alone, or so he thinks. for reasons (a magical pendant, fairy blood, magic) someone else is able to escape the curse. they are both very happy to have found each other, thinking they would be forced to live inside that castle all alone until the curse was broken. until they fall in love, but that’s not enough to break the curse, because their love doesn’t meet the requirements set forth by the curse (he could only be rude and slow, the woman had to come willingly to the castle thinking she would be devoured). so yeah, angst.

a prior engagement. the prince was engaged to a princess from another kingdom and they were very much in love (probably a secret engagement). when the curse is broken, the princess rushes to see the prince again and finds him engaged to belle (if she got married during this time???? more angst?). years have passed, their lives changed, but when they see each other, its like they are eighteen again and plotting a secret engagement.

when the curse is broken in the villenueve version, his mother at first complains that Belle is not of royal blood and therefore should not be allowed to marry him. the fairy then reveals that belle is the secret child of another kingdom. BUT WHAT IF SHE WASN’T??? this applies to belle and any other muse of no royal blood that could fit -- the prince is forced to marry a princess (after all, the kingdom’s heir disappeared for years, they need to show strength now), but he keeps his relationship with the woman who broke the curse???

[twoidiotwriters1]

Written In The Stars XL (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: This is where we start to use romans numbers we’ve never seen in our whole life.

Words: 2,451

Warnings: Blood, mentions of death.

Series’ Masterlist

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Ginny's Rescue.

Mel didn't like the idea of being underground and so far away from everything.

Even if the ceiling was high enough for them to walk upright, she feared that at any moment the walls would just fall and bury her under thousands of stone and no one would ever know where to find them. That was quite a nasty thought she didn't want to have, yet it was the only thing she could think of.

There was no need to watch Lockhart now, he couldn't exactly flee from the place. They walked through the damp hall, dark and cold with only their shadows as their company, carefully moving forward.

"Guys - there's something up there -" Ron pointed.

At the end of the corridor, they could see something huge and just... laying there.

"Maybe it's asleep," Harry whispered.

Harry and Mel walked closer to it with their wands ready for any kind of attack when Harry's light got to the body, they realized it was only the skin, the monster wasn't there.

Lockhart fell to his knees, overwhelmed or maybe, just tired from all the emotions.

"Get up," Ron demanded, pointing his wand at Lockhart.

Lockhart suddenly jumped on top of Ron, now both of them were on the ground, struggling. Mel got closer but by the time she and Harry got near enough, Lockhart had already taken a hold of Ron's wand.

"The adventure ends here!" He said. "I shall take a bit of this skin back up to the school, tell them I was too late to save the girl, and that you tragically lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body - say good-bye to your memories! Obliviate!"

An explosion divided the group, Mel threw herself to the right and covered her head as best she could from all the rocks falling. Her worst nightmare coming true and all she could think of was that if they died, there was no way someone could recover their bodies. Then the rocks stopped, and she was still breathing- and she could hear someone breathing beside her.

"Ron!" Harry shouted from some point in the distance. "Mel! Are you okay?"

"I'm here!" Ron's voice sent a wave of relief through her body, he was next to her, she wasn't alone. "I'm okay - this git's not, though - he got blasted by the wand- Mel?"

"I'm fine," She panted, standing up, "I'm full of dirt, but I'm fine. What do you mean he got blasted?"

"Well," He grunted, "take a look..."

The boy got closer to the man's body, who laid on the ground with a confused expression. Ron kicked his leg and Lockhart complained briefly before going back to analyze the place. He seemed lost.

"Harry!" Mel approached the pile of rocks that were now separating them from each other. "Harry, are you alright?"

"Yes," Harry's coughed, "one piece and all..."

"What now?" Ron asked anxiously. "We can't get through- it'll take ages..."

She knew Ron was right, they were trapped and Harry was the only one who could keep going. Once again, she knew what they had to do, only this time was harder than the first, cause it meant she had to let go of what she felt was part of her person.

"Harry has to keep going..." She said, very quietly.

"What?" Asked Ron.

"Harry has to keep going," She repeated, louder this time, "I hate saying this, but he knows what he's facing and he's the only one who can get to Ginny on time. If he waits for us your sister... she has more chances if he moves right now than if he waits for us"

There was a heavy silence after her words. She didn't want to wait; if she could move the rocks with just a wand movement she would, but there was no time. Worse yet, she didn't want to leave Harry alone- her whole life she'd been standing beside him, they were a team. She was supposed to protect him, to never leave him alone, and now...

It was time to trust and let go. She could only trust in his abilities, trust in her best friend, wait.

"Wait there," Harry replied after what seemed like ages. "Wait with Lockhart. I'll go on... If I'm not back in an hour..."

"You will," Mel tried to find a small crack between the rocks so she could glance at her best friend. She found none. "You're smart... and lucky."

She heard a tiny, trembling laugh.

"Glasses?" She said with a tint of distress, "You can do it."

"We should try and shift some of this rock," Ron cleared his throat, fighting against the tears that were threatening to get out. "So you can- can get back through. And, Harry -" His breathing was uneven, he couldn't end his sentence.

"See you in a bit," Harry sentenced, she also caught fear on his voice, yet she didn't comment on it.

"I think this is the longest you've spent without talking," Ron mentioned after ten minutes of moving the rocks away so Harry could pass through. "I mean by choice. You were silent this afternoon but that was because of me and my brothers"

"That's not odd, just means I'm terribly worried," She said tiredly, "I just want this day to end- and to have a happy ending, if possible"

"Harry'll come back, and he'll bring back Ginny," Ron said with certainty, "he's clever, he'll know what to do."

"He better," Mel mumbled, "otherwise I'll have to go in myself and drag his ghost back to life"

Ron let out a short, dry laugh.

"If we find a way to get out of here you'll have to learn to worry less, or your hair'll be grey by the time we're sixteen"

"S'not that I don't know how to calm down," She snapped, "it's just- ugh- it's just Harry, you know? He... he's a headache."

"He's a headache because he went alone to try and save my sister?" Ron asked.

"He's too nice!" Mel exploded, throwing a small rock without seeing and accidentally hitting Lockhart, "Sorry, Gil! Anyway, Harry's always doing things like this, the time he looked for Justin to clear things up and ended up being blamed of his attack- or when we decided to help Hagrid with Norbert and lost all those points? What about the Christmas present he gave me, and what about Grey? Merlin's beard- isn't he just perfectly lovely?!"

She ended her rant, kicking a few stones that laid beside her. Ron was looking at her with a strange expression.

"Why're you so upset about all that? Harry was a good bloke all those times, is that bad?"

"It isn't!" She exclaimed, "Which is why it makes everything so much harder for me, can't he be a normal boy and be annoying and stupid?"

"Thank you," Ron frowned, moving another rock out of the way, "Why, are you trying to hate him? It does sound like you're trying to like him le-"

Then he stopped, looking at her with a new realization shinning on his eyes.

"You like Harry."

"Shut up, you don't know what you're saying-"

"It's quite obvious, actually," He raised a brow, "wonder how Harry can't see it..."

"Don't mention any of this to him," She jerked up, pointing a single finger to his chest.

"I'm right, then? You like him?" His smile grew, "that's gross, Mel"

"I'm aware! That's why I'm trying to make it stop!"

"I've never heard those sorts of things can be stopped," Ron shrugged, "think you're doomed"

"Oh no..."

"Sorry, just being honest"

"No- I'm not saying it because... of what y-you said," Mel gulped, "I'm not feeling well..."

Ron stopped what he was doing again, eyeing her up with worry.

"Mel?"

She dropped a rock dangerously near her foot, stepping backward and holding her arm tight against her chest. She let out a strangled scream.

"Mel! What's going on?"

She couldn't answer, a sharp pain spread through her right arm and disoriented her, making her fall back and curl up without being able to understand what was happening.

However, it seemed her subconscious knew.

"Something happened to Harry," Mel whimpered.

Then something even stranger occurred, and a scene flashed in her mind, one that was definitely nothing she'd ever lived before:

Harry was kneeling on the floor, he was holding his arm just like her, though his was covered in blood, a boy- older and taller- stood above him, a nasty smile on his face.

"What?" Ron asked without understanding.

She cried again, the pain only increasing- Her sight got blurry and now everything was pulsing, not only her forearm.

Then, just when she was thinking that maybe she was somehow dying and this was some strange hallucination, the pain stopped. She gasped, her vision becoming clearer and finally able to look up to Ron, who was now kneeling in front of her, holding her back.

"You scared me!" He yelled at her, terrified,  "What was that? What happened?"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" She yelled back, "I-I don't know! It just sort of happened!"

Ron examined her face frantically looking for a sign of mental illness. When he found none, he hugged her briefly and stood up, offering a hand to help her back on her feet.

"I'm glad it's over," He nodded shortly, "I don't know what would've done if I was left alone with this twat"

Both of them turned to see Lockhart, who was wandering around a few meters away.

"Probably search for my ghost and force me to come back as well," She replied, still slightly weakened, "I truly don't know what was that, but what I said... I meant it. I know it's true, somehow."

Ron bit his lip and looked over to the wall, they still had a lot of work to do.

"Let's just keep going." She nodded and continued their labor.

How did she manage to see what she'd seen? And was it real? Merlin, she hoped it was all her mind's invention.

After almost an hour, Harry's voice felt like a huge weight lifting from their shoulders.

"Ron! Mel! Ginny's okay! I've got her!"

"Yes!" Ron beamed, leaning closer to see through the gap they had created.

"Ginny!" He exclaimed after a few seconds, pulling his sister through the gap. "You're alive! I don't believe it! What happened?"

"Gin!" Mel hugged her tightly once Ron let go of her, "Oh, I'm so happy to see you!"

"How - what -- where did that bird come from?"

The girl looked back just then, finding the most beautiful bird she'd ever seen landing softly in front of her.

"He's Dumbledore's," Harry grunted as he passed through.

At the same time he mentioned it, the bird got closer to Mel, almost as if he knew who she was.

"How come you've got a sword?" asked Ron.

Once again her attention moved from the bird to Harry, who was holding a large, shiny sword on one hand.

"I'll explain when we get out of here," Harry glanced at her and Ginny.

Her friend was holding her tightly, she cried against her shoulder and mumbled apologies, Mel tried to let her know that any of that was her fault, but Ginny wasn't having it.

"But-" Ron started, but Harry was quick to interrupt.

"Later. Where's Lockhart?"

"Back there," Ron pointed to the other side of the pipe. "He's in a bad way. Come and see."

Ginny finally let go of her, though she was still very affected. The bird lifted himself from the ground and decided to land on Mel's left shoulder, scaring her to death. He was so pretty and gentle that she let him there, knowing it wouldn't harm her.

When they found Lockhart, he was humming placidly to himself.

"His memory's gone," Ron explained. "The Memory Charm backfired. Hit him instead of us. Hasn't got a clue who he is, or where he is, or who we are. I told him to come and wait here. He's a danger to himself.."

"Hello," Lockhart said gleefully, "Odd sort of place, this, isn't it? Do you live here?"

"No," said Ron.

Harry got closer to the pipe where they had first entered and frowned.

"Have you thought how we're going to get back up this?" He asked them.

The bird flew and stopped in front of Harry, he was strange, acted like he... understood.

"He looks like he wants you to grab..." said Ron, tilting his head. "But you're much too heavy for a bird to pull up there-"

"Fawkes," Harry smiled, "isn't an ordinary bird. We've got to hold on to each other. Ginny, grab Ron's hand. Professor Lockhart-"

"He means you," said Ron to Lockhart in an exasperated tone.

"You hold Ginny's other hand-" He kept the sword and the hat -it looked like the sorting hat, which was weird- on his belt, and offered his hand to Mel, "Let's go."

It was quite a strange moment when the five of them flew up through the pipe like they weighed nothing to Fawkes. They landed softly outside the pipe and onto the wet floor of Myrtle's toilets.

"You're alive," she frowned at their sight.

"There's no need to sound so disappointed," Harry took off his glasses and casually cleaned the bloodstains off.

Mel only realized she'd been staring when Ron nudged her arm, a knowing smile on his face.

"Bugger off," She hissed.

"Oh, well..." Myrtle started, "I'd just been thinking... if you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet."

"Oh," Harry and Mel said at the same time.

"I-I think we better go and... we should look for McGonagall," Harry hurried back to the door, face completely red.

"Urgh!" said Ron once they were outside in the corridor. "Harry! I think Myrtle's grown fond of you! You've got competition, Ginny!- Oh, but don't worry Mel, Harry only thinks about you"

Ron broke the record of embarrassing more than one person at a time. Mel blurted out half a sentence before giving up and avoid any kind of eye contact with her friends, Harry had managed to punch Ron without the girls noticing, and without making any noise. Ron tried to complain loudly but then saw his sister's face and noticed she was still crying silently beside them.

Fawkes landed back on Mel's shoulder, she noticed his feathers had a wonderful gleam, they shone and covered her with a good sense of comfort.

"Where now?" asked Ron behind them.

"To Professor McGonagall's office," Mel retorted calmly, "I think she ought to know what happened..."

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The time in Summervale: 1

Warning: none

Specifics: y/n=your name, oc, oc fic, comedy

People: athela (your mother), edward (your father), huxley (cook), ruthy (maid)

Words: 1,438

Summary: In the fictional land of Summervale, 1700, you, the Duchess are made into an arranged marriage.This is the dream of your parents but certainty not the dream of a longing inventor like yourself. You are taught to be a lady but who wants to be a  primp and proper lady when you can have fun and be yourself. You need to try to convince your parents this is not what you want or is it? How will it be seeing the Prince of Linwyn? Will you finally change your mind and side with your parents? 

Authors Note: this is something newwwwww. ive been wanting to do kinda my own thing for a while so this is not on any fandom this is a story i will be updating with chapters about my characters but in a x reader way if that makes sense so its still gonna use you and such just this is my own story. i got inspiration off of this story “the austrian suitor” by @headoverhiddles​, granted i dont know the character or the fandom i just read it cuz another blog reblogged it yet i rlly enjoyed it even tho it is smut and im not usually a smut reader just kinda skip that or whatever either way it was extremely well written and gave me such inspiration like wowowowowow. so i made this piece inspired by that and i hope you guys like it. this is just kinda an opening to the whole thing and to kinda see how it works out so there is not any romance in this but trust me there will be but like i said i want to see how this goes if yall like if u do pls tell me tell me what u think ur thoughts everything i worked rlly hard on this so pls share like reblog do what you gotta do it would me a lot to me. thnx guys <3

“Maybe this piece goes here,” you mumbled to yourself. An action you always did but it was something your mother hated. Sitting atop your bed you concentrated your efforts in inventing a mixer that did its job on its own. Call it a hobby or a dream but inventing was your world. You loved the satisfaction of creating something with your own two hands especially if it helped people. Unfortunately, your parents the Prince and Princess of Summervale did not approve. They called it very unladylike. Your mother, Athela, would scold you about getting messy and dirty and then throw you in the tub like a little child. Your father, Edward, was always forcing you to learn how to seam. His mother used to do it and he wanted to pass it down to you. Those things didn’t excite you, didn’t make you complete. Inventing was something you loved and was always thinking about. As you would look at an apple tree during your morning stroll you would wonder about what inventions would be good for peeling apples whilst your parents bored you with duties as a Duchess. 

“Almost done,” you screwed on the last screw to your creation. You had dirt under your nails and they were short and barely ever polished, only for special occasions. Your hair was almost every time how it was meant to be. None of those gels, ties, bows, again only for special occasions. Your mother, Athela, would buy you all these face creams, soaps, masks, but you were content with your scars and bumps, naming them every so often after royals, saying your “face was a castle and there should definitely be Queens and Kings roaming on it.” You were odd and different to others but to yourself you were this boring, normal, royal girl that everyone hated because you were granted everything you could ever want. Life was not that simple though. Sometimes when you have everything handed to you - all the money in the world - it still doesn’t fill up that hollow feeling inside or take away the sadness. It was something to help people cope but it was never the antidote. 

“Alright...finished. What do you think Karim?” You hastily got out of bed and sat on the floor presenting your mixer to your pug. One very lovely vacation you took with your family you had learn a bit of Arabic. It was a beautiful language and you had made many friends there. You named your dog Karim meaning generous. Karim was generous, he was the only one who would look at your inventions. “Do you think it will work?” You gave a toothy grin, excited. 

Karim grunted as he licked his nose, panting. 

“I knew you would like it,” patting his head you jump up ready to show not just your parents but also the cooks. You had a very good feeling about this one. Every time you made an invention you had hope that maybe your parents would change their minds about your future but every occurrence was the same. 

“Mother, father! Come look!” You yelled as you sprinted down the stairs not caring if your nightgown would get dirty sweeping across the floors of the castle. “Come quick!”

“What in the heavens is the matter my dear child?” Edward, your father, grumbled seeing you in such a hurry. 

“See, father, in the kitchen.”

“In the kitchen?”

You passed by your mother, she tried to catch you but you slipped from her grip. “Young Lady why are you not dressed and groomed properly? You look like a mess.”

“Doesn’t matter, mother in this moment time is of the essence!” You arrived at the kitchen and grabbed a blue glass bowl, plopping it with a loud clank on the counter top. 

“What are you doing y/n?” The cook asked. “You almost broke me bowl!” He was a plump older man, very short. His hair was salt and pepper and his face was as white as flour yet his cheeks were always red.

“Forgive me Huxley I just need to know. Need to see and dive deep into the unknown.” You opened up a recipe card that Huxley wrote down for your favorite cake. Vanilla cake, you were a simple girl. “Alright I need eggs and flour and oh yes milk! Almost forgot about the milk!” You were talking to yourself again as you ran around the kitchen like a mad woman. 

“Is this another one of your inventions?” Huxley crossed his arms knowing about your obsession. 

“Yes but my dear good old Huxley-”

“Old?” He lifted his brow. 

“No time to explain, I have a tingling within me. This one is going to be it, I know it. Mother and father will finally see and believe in me.” You poured all the ingredients in the bowl. Your parents walked in, perplexed. 

“Hello everyone. Today I show you something I have been working on the for the past week. I am very proud of myself but any who let me show you my newest invention-”

“Oh here we go again?” Athela rolled her eyes.

“The mixer!” You lifted it high in the air. “This mixer will not only mix greatly and fine it will mix to your acquired speed. Please watch.” You pulled the lever three times and then pushed the big button. The mixer turned on automatically with it squeaking from the gears. “As you can see the mixer is mixing all the ingredients together. No more of the hassle of blistered hands or tired arms, this does it for you! You can even look away and do other chores in the midst.” You turned around and your creation you thought so high about was creating smoke and making an odd sound. 

“Um y/n,” Edward said, “is it supposed to do that?”

“Huh,” you turned to it again and all of a sudden the mixer started to go faster in speed. “Oh no.” The mixer then flew high in the air and starting to spin around like a mini airplane. 

“Get down!” Huxley shouted and everyone in the room screamed in fear or bent down hiding under tables and items. 

“Its alright everyone! Just a little mistake!” You climbed onto the tables trying to fetch the item. “Blasted thing.” You jumped onto the counter and caught it making it stop. Until it started to mix again and it caught a piece of your hair. You screamed loud and tried running away but hit the bowl of cake mix making it hurl in the air on top of your head making you slip from the batter onto your back. The mixer finally stopped. You groaned knowing you were about to hear it from your parents. 

Athela stood up with a scowl on her face. “To your room. Now!”

You sat at your vanity disappointed with yourself. You had worked so hard on the mixer and had embarrassed yourself. Athela was standing next to you, glaring. Karim was laying in his bed munching on a treat and your maid Ruthy tended to your hair. 

“I cannot believe you chose to do this on a day like today. Of all days!” Your mother was furious. Her gloved hands were held into fists. “You were supposed to be ready!”

“I know. I’m sorry mother.” In the end you always apologized even though you really hadn’t meant it. You hated when your mother was right especially about inventing. You always wanted to prove her wrong but it ended in outright disappointment. 

“Look at this hair now.” Athela lifted the piece of hair that was wrapped around the mixer. “Can you save it Ruthy?”

Ruthy bit her lip as she heaved a sigh, “I’m sorry your Royal Highness it is very tangled I must cut it off.”

“Oh my! Are you sure?”

Ruthy nodded.

“Today of all days,” Athela repeated herself. “How will your future husband think of you now?”

“What?” You asked and then all was heard was a snip as Ruthy cut that one lock of hair.

“Make sure you take that disgusting batter out of her hair.” Athela pointed to your scalp.

“Mother what are you talking about?” You stood up throwing your precious now broken mixer onto your desk.

“My dear didn’t you not fall just mere minutes ago in that vanilla goop?”

“Thats not what I meant and you know it. I am asking about what you said about a future husband. What did you mean by that?”

Athela rubbed your shoulders up and down and broke into a huge smile. “My dear you are getting married!”

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Decepticon!Hot Rod Anniversary Q&A

Yes! It happened! On November 13th, 2018, I posted a vignette on Ao3 based on the idea “What if Hot Rod had become a Decepticon in ‘Autocracy’ (and dated Deadlock)?”

365 days and 44,8k words later, the deceptirod AU is still going and I still have plans and ideas for it.

It’s been a huge year for me. I learned a lot as a writer. I achieved some things in my professional path. I made friends in the fandom and got some loyal readers.

I wish I’d noticed sooner that the anniversary was coming up, I would have had something written for today. Since that couldn’t be, I want to thank everyone that sent questions for this hastily put together q&a. I hope you enjoy this glimpse into this little universe I’ve been building.

Everything’s under the cut.

As usual, thank you for reading these fics. This series wouldn’t have gone beyond that first oneshot without the interest and support of all of you.

Anon: So it’s implied events pan out the same as they do when Roddy steals the matrix for the Autobots. Have you ever thought about what happens after? Would Deadlock/Drift’s arc have still happened?

Fun fact: I’ve got this whole AU planned up to the point in which “Transformers: Lost Light” ended. Saying more would be a spoiler.

@kyrinthewarrior​: How did you come up with the idea of Thunderbird and Doctor?

Last year I was writing a canon divergent TFP fic (that’s been on hiatus for over a year, I’m so sorry) in which Starscream realized that he’d never, ever win and decided to become neutral. One of the plot points in it was that Starscream accidentally inspired the Vehicons to start a liberation movement, which included taking names and picking the pronouns they felt fit each one best. Doctor is a character from there, but the name’s different in that fic (hasn’t shown up yet in that fic, actually). I didn’t see any reason to invent a new character to be the medic in Pache when I could just grab one that already existed.

Thunderbird was, like every TF OC I make, an accident. I needed a character with information that could interact with Hot Rod and tell him the things he had no way of finding out on his own (the Great Carrot knows I love Rod, but he’s not in charge of anything that would give him access to privileged information). Now, we have plenty of cold and serious calculating characters, so I decided to write someone that would purposefully try to get everyone to think he’s harmless and good. Someone you’d want to be friends with and would never ever suspect of having a mental file in which he keeps every sign of weakness you’ve displayed around them and who would sell you to Satan for a corn chip if they felt the corn chip was more important than you. Then I went to my list of potential OC names, picked the one I liked best, and Thunderbird was born. The heelys, though, are there because I find them funny (this AU, like many things I do, runs on a delicate balance of things that I love to read, things I find fascinating to explore, and things that appeal to my sense of humor).

@marsreds​: Favorite line you've published?

“I’m sorry, but I love you.”

@marsreds​: Favorite line you've written?

Oof, this is hard, but I’m gonna go with, “Because something has to matter. Because something has to be done. Because there’s nothing else I can do.”

Although I’m also terribly fond of Doctor’s lines about why Medicine’s patron is Adaptus, not Primus. I have a whole mental essay about why Primus being Medicine’s patron doesn’t work, and I’m turning it into a fic one day.

@marsreds​: What do you look forward most to writing?

In general, any bit that foreshadows unwritten fics, or any bit that’s a callback to a previus story (especially when it’s a fic I haven posted yet). Basically, bits that should be rewarding to anyone that decides to re-read the series.

@marsreds​: What even set you off to make this au in the first place?

We were on Discord and someone started talking about how easily Hot Rod could have become a Decepticon. We started talking about how some things would have gone differently, but also how we could keep the canon timeline pretty much the same, and it led to “Hot Rod realizes how messed up their faction has become, so he steals the Matrix anyway and gets shot.” That’s when a line started forming in my mind and I had to write it. 90 minutes later, “The cold” had been written, and from there I had to keep playing in the sandbox. There was too much to explore.

@marsreds​: Can you believe that we didn't know each other when you published the first installment of this?

Wait, we didn’t????????? Didn’t you link me to the server where this whole thing started?

Huh. Wow. You’ve been so present throughout all the plotting that I guess I can’t picture this without you at the beginning.

@marsreds​: What's something that surprised you while you were writing it?

How much it grew. Not as a plotline, but as a world. This was supposed to be an exploration of the progressive distortion of the Decepticon ideal disguised as a hotlock slowburn. I’d maybe throw in one or two OCs from “Such a big deal, though” to make the world seem more populated and believable. Then I was writing “Crash and burn” and I realized I couldn’t really talk about the Decepticons without the Decepticons, but I didn’t know enough about canon characters to fill the world with recognizable names, which forced me to create my own characters. They were supposed to be background characters, show up for a couple scenes, fulfill their roles and disappear forever, and instead they had personalities, alt-modes, and whole stories inside my mind that I can only hint at. It went from feeling like my little AU fanfic to my own alternate timeline, like maybe Brainstorm’s briefcase made it exist and it’s as “real” as everything that’s been published and has aired throughout the years.

Connected to that, I’ve also been surprised by the reaction to this bigger world. I’ve seen someone include Doctor and Thunderbird in their own AU. You declared Crystal Wing your favorite and get super protective of him. I’ve been asked what Thunderbird looks like, and everyone seems fascinated by him. It makes it all feel more and more like its own canon timeline that simply hasn’t been recognized by Hasbro, and that makes me happy.

@marsreds​: Something you would've done differently?

Not really? Nothing that can’t be edited, like the writing in “Alive”, or the bits I’ll eventually add to “Crash and burn” and “Nightlight”.

@marsreds​: How do you come up with names for things?

For characters, I mostly use rollercoasters. I went on Wikipedia one day, found a list of rollercoasters, and wrote down all the names that sounded like they could be used for OCs. Some have been given by others and one is a very unsubtle historical reference that made me feel embarrassed by how shameless it was (there’s a while until you see that name, though).

For places, I think of what happens in the fic in which they’re first named. Then I think of something associated to the events, or to the description of the planet, and then I pick a word that alludes to said events/description and which amuses me. Basically, every planet name is a joke/reference/unsubtle-nod-to-the-plot. All of them. Not very funny jokes, sure, but definitely things that made me feel very clever.

@marsreds​: Am i a good editor and do i actually contribute to the process or are you just humoring me?

Mars, if you didn’t contribute to the process I could just ignore you. When I disagree with your suggestions, I tell you so. When your suggestions make me cry inside but I agree they’re good, I follow them. When your suggestions add to the story, I gladly include them. You’re stuck as my editor until you get sick of me.

@marsreds​: Are hotlock gonna be invited to the thunderdice wedding?

Hot Rod and Deadlock won’t be invited to the thunderdice wedding.

But if there was any way for Hot Rod and Deadlock to be invited, they’d be invited by the groom. The bride doesn’t want to see Deadlock ever again.

@marsreds​: If you had to make a thesis statement for this au, what would it be?

Kindness. That might sound odd in what’s mostly been a slow burn set during a war, but kindness is what everything is built on here. Hot Rod cares about people, cares even when it might get him killed, because somebody has to. Back in Nyon, it was him and the other gutter mechs looking after each other. In “Crash and burn”, his kindness is what saved him, the fact that others remembered what he’d done for them. His kindness is what makes him stand out to Deadlock. It’s his kindness that makes him start doubting the cause and eventually steal the Matrix.

But it’s not only him. Deadlock doesn’t know how to be kind, but he can follow Hot Rod’s lead, follow his example until he can perform kindness on his own. Doctor is in Medicine for selfish reasons, but still goes and puts medgrade in Hot Rod’s hands when he looks like shit, and forces Thunderbird to take care of himself despite knowing he’s a bastard. Thunderbird cares only about himself and his best friend, but he doesn’t see any reason to be rude to people that might be dead the next day.

Kindness is not a weakness and there’s no mold for it. Kindness doesn’t mean never fighting, or never doing anything bad. It just means that, if there’s a good thing you can do, a good thing you know you can do, and there’s no reason not to do it, you should do it. It may never be repaid or it might save your life. You put some good in the world because somebody has to do it. And maybe in the real world kindness won’t be rewarded as it should, but this is fiction, and I’m allowed to write a world in which kindness is valued, even during something as terrible as a war, because it’s a promise, it’s hope, it’s something to hold on to and to remind you that things aren’t always bad.

The thesis is: Hot Rod was kind, and that was the right course of action.

@marsreds​: What would be this au's theme song?

Be More Kind - Frank Turner

@marsreds​: What's deadlock's favourite thing about hot rod? and hot rod's about deadlock?

Deadlock likes that Hot Rod lets him bite him.

Just kidding. Can I say kindness again? But yeah. The fact that Hot Rod cares for everyone. Deadlock came from the streets and was used to nobody giving a damn about him. He joined the Decepticons and got used to being valued for being a fighter. Enter Hot Rod, who values everyone no matter their rank, simply because they’re on his faction. The moment Hot Rod knows you’re on his side, you become one of his people. He’ll take care of you. To Deadlock, Hot Rod is a shelter.

As for Hot Rod? He likes how reliable Deadlock is. He likes that Deadlock seems to have clear loyalties and principles and he sticks to them. If Deadlock says he’s going to follow you until the end of the universe, you can be sure he will. If Deadlock decides to help you, he’ll be there no matter what. If Deadlock has decided that something is wrong, then you can be sure he won’t be looking for loopholes that allow him to do it anyway. He likes that Deadlock is there for him and will always be there for him as long as he deserves it. To Hot Rod, Deadlock is a pillar.

@marsreds​: Objectively, is deadlock considered hot in this universe? (i know hot rod's considered attractive but that's just his personality)

This one technically goes against my “How do I interact with my fiction” rules, because it refers to a detail I’m probably never showing/implying in the text.

What I’m saying is: you are free to ignore this answer if you don’t like it.

It amuses me to think Deadlock is average, physically speaking. People like his face when he’s not doing the murdercat expression, but he’s almost always doing the murdercat expression and has the social skills of a toothpick.

It also amuses me to think that the Autobots think he looks edgy. It’s the bad boy appeal. Hot Rod would find that hilarious.

@marsreds​: What do you like the most about their relationship that is present in this au but not in canon(ish) iterations of these characters?

I wrote three very salty paragraphs in reply to this and proceeded to delete them. Nobody needs that. To be brief, what I like about their relationship here is that their friendship means something to them. Even if this series ended with Hot Rod marrying Thunderbird and Deadlock marrying Doctor, you’d know for sure that there’s so much trust, companionship and love (and I don’t mean romantic love) between them that they’d be in each other’s lives as best friends until one of them died.

@squireofgeekdom: Any songs you associate with any of your OCs?

None yet, surprisingly?

Anon: What sort of key points do you keep in mind to keep track of where characters should be emotionally/in their arc when you're writing stories set at very different points in time, and not necessarily writing them in linear order? It's all very much coherent character/relationship arcs and I'm just very impressed - and the cohesiveness overall. Are there themes that you try to keep consistent across stories to build that?

Pre-Matrix stealing I have a clear idea of how things progress relating to key events, because it’s all very linear. The first relevant change in the relationship happens in “Triage” (still unwritten, sorry), so I know that any ideas for fics that happen before that will have to fit a certain pattern. The next big change is “Nightlight”, because it’s when the mutual pining starts. Before that, it’s only Hot Rod being invested in their friendship. Then it’s only mutual pining until “Declaration...”, and from then on things are mostly stable until “Home” (also unwritten, sorry again).

The hotlock dynamic progresses with their feelings. The only important thing I have to keep in mind is that they must be friends first and love interests second. If I can’t believe that these two genuinely like each other, then it’s time for a re-write. Cybertronians have long lives, which means their friendship must deepen as time passes, and so I can have them noticing or knowing more about each other the later in the timeline a fic is set.

Relating to OCs, there are key elements that will never ever change and which form the base of the interactions. For example, Doctor’s only goal in life is to survive; related to that, Doctor is unimpressed by, but extremely wary of, Thunderbird, despises Deadlock (I’m not talking funny rivalry, I’m talking a feeling that borders on disgust, of finding a person that so absolutely opposes the core of your being that you daydream of beating their face to a pulp and leaving them out for the wolves), and is fond of Hot Rod despite being certain he’ll get himself killed one day. Thunderbird likes to know things for the sake of knowing things and thinks life is one big cosmic joke and that taking it seriously is a mistake; because of that, he’s curious about Hot Rod and really wants to know what will become of him, is reluctanctly fascinated by Doctor, and the only person he loves besides himself is Crystal Wing. Crystal Wing is so slow that he knows he has to use his time wisely, so he’s always in a good mood (it takes too long to overcome a negative emotion), likes everyone immediately (it’s faster to dislike someone than learn to like them), and always says exactly what he means without adornments or metaphors.

As for plotting, I keep notes of key events and the rest is fluid. I know what’s going to happen in “Home”, so I’m free to foreshadow it when I get the chance. I know what happened in “Triage”, so I can write callbacks if I feel they fit the story.

About themes... There are a lot of things this AU is about, but off the top of my head I can mention:

Kindness

Making one (1) person the key to your emotional development is fucked up

Who we are and who we become can’t be traced back to one moment. We’re all the result of thousands of interactions and events that pile up and which we choose to see in a certain way to justify the person we are or want to be

Friendship!

Everything I write must be in accordance to these ideas. Themes and cohesiveness go before everything else, even my own ego and need for approval. Surprising my audience is not as important as feeling I respected the characters and the story.

@choomchoom: Is Hot Rod’s history as an insurgency leader in Nyon commonly known amongst the Decepticons? If not, how did Deadlock find out?

Yes and no. This might count as a spoiler? Stop reading here if you don’t want to know absolutely anything about fics that I’ll write someday.

When Hot Rod arrived, his past was used as propaganda. “Look at the mech we brought in. Someone willing to do whatever it takes in the fight against the Autobots.” Anyone who was around high command or near the area when Hot Rod joined the Decepticons knows his past. After that, it was part of the information in the starter pack. After a while, it wasn’t relevant anymore, and so newer recruits don’t know about his past and might have only heard about this crazy mech that drags injured soldiers out of the battlefield.

@choomchoom: Also if no one has asked about music yet I would love some song recs to cry and swoon to the next time you post an update.

I have a playlist that’s 95% somewhat serious and/or shippy songs (the remaining 5% is “Despacito” and I have no regrets).

Highlights from it include:

The already linked “Be More Kind”, which is this AU’s thesis

The hotlock theme is Los Tres’ “Amor Violento” (loose translation of relevant lyrics: “I’ll spend my whole life in buying yours [...] Love will have to wait for a good while to rest from you and I [...] Because a violent love blinded us / A violent love fulminated us”)

For the post-Matrix stealing to the point at which the war ends, the song is Silversun Pickups’ “Growing Old Is Getting Old”. It also fits for that point at which you realize that your faction has strayed from its original vision

For the Decepticons in the beginning, Los Prisioneros’ “El Baile De Los Que Sobran” (”Join the dance of the left overs / Nobody’s going to miss us / Nobody truly wanted to help us / When we were small we were told / ‘Make studying your game’ / Men are brothers and must work together [...] And it wasn’t so true / Because in the end those games were for others / That ended up with laurels and a future / And left my friends kicking rocks”)

A bit of a post-Nyon mood: Coldplay’s “42″

[eternityunicorn]

Elijah’s Eternity: Part Eight

Author: eternityunicorn 

Genre: Romance/Fantasy/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Warnings: Violence, Language, Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Elijah Mikaelson didn’t know what to expect when he encountered the strange archer in the night, but he certainly didn’t think his whole world would be turned upside down by it. Yet, he quickly learns that she is more than what she seems, having come looking for an Original after a large spike in supernatural being populations started cropping up on Earth a thousand years ago. Now, he must help her decide if the supernatural community should stay on their home planet or leave it for good? A task that is made more complicated along the way, as his life is changed forever.

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Elijah and Eternity walked over to the diner for breakfast, which would be the last meal they would have at the place. A place that held meaning to them both. They had sat in the same corner booth, away from prying eyes. The older woman that had served them the first time had been their waitress. She looked at Eternity with the same awe as she had then, performing that awkward curtesy and bow of her head with every one of Eternity’s requests. Then she would scamper off quickly in order to fulfill Eternity’s order - and his too.

The meal had been pleasant. Unlike before when their conversation had been stranger to stranger, serious and to the point, this time their conversation was light and full of quiet laughter. They showed their affection for each other openly as well. He would reach for her hand, holding it while they ate. She would lovingly smile and kiss his knuckles sweetly in return. It felt like they had been lovers for decades, despite that not being the case.

After the last meal at the diner, they discussed their destination and then returned to the manor one last time. From there, Elijah left Eternity standing on the steps of the manor to go around to the back where the garage was located and fetch his car. 

Since staying in the small Maine, he hadn’t had need for it as everything was within walking distance, but of course, he had kept it handy in case he had to leave town for any reason. From the garage, he pulled the sleek black Bentley around to the front to collect his lady. 

Leaving it running, he stepped out of the car and went around to the other side to open the passenger side door for Eternity. She gracefully floated down to him, redressed in a flowing yellow sundress and a pair of heeled white sandals. He watched her as she stood before the car looking impressed by it. 

“Beautiful car,” Eternity said appreciatively.

“Yes, it is,” he smirked pridefully, holding his hand out to her in order to guide her into the car.

A look of mischief crossed her delicate features then. Without warning, Eternity darted off to the driver’s side of the car, it’s door still open. She grinned widely at his bewildered express. He hadn’t expected her to go for the driver’s side. By the way she looked, she wanted to drive it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He inquired, hanging his arm on the car’s roof while looking at her incredulously.

“Get in,” she answered without hesitation. “I’m driving.”

He didn’t comply. “Do you even know how to drive?”

“Aye. Though a portal would certainly be faster.”

“Portal?”

Eternity nodded, “It’s the standard way of traveling for immortals: a wormhole that leads directly to one’s destination.”

“Fascinating,” responded Elijah. “What makes you think I’m about to let you drive?”

She smirked playfully, “I am a queen. I outrank you. Therefore, you must comply with my wishes.”

He chuckled with a shake of his head, but relented. It wasn’t as though he could argue against her when she pulled the ‘queen’ card, even jokingly so. “As my lady wishes,” he said, “but if your driving skills are atrocious, you are pulling over and I’m taking back my car. I will not have this work of art destroyed, not even by your queenly self.”

“Of course,” she agreed with a laugh. “As you wish, my lord.”

With another slightly shake of his head, Elijah climbed into the passenger seat, hoping all the while that he hadn’t made a terrible mistake. He knew they would be fine if something went wrong, but he really like his car and didn’t want anything to happen to it. 

Luckily for him, Eternity really did know how to drive a car. Even better, she knew how to drive a manual car. She didn’t even need his guidance at any point, driving down the road as anyone with a lifetime of experience. Her driving was smooth and flawless. It made him curious about her experience with cars.

“I learned a long time ago, when cars were first invented,” she answered his curious thoughts. “From there, I kept up with the times, as they say. With each better made car, I learned how to drive it. A    hobby of mine since I don’t actually need to know how to drive. I just happen to like all things human. They are ingenious creatures with the marvels they are capable of - and without magic. It’s impressive.”

“I agree,” he replied, looking out the window at the scenery that blew past them. “I’ve seen the marvels of humanity as they were invented for the past thousand years. They never cease to amaze. To watch humanity progress has been an honor, one positive to a long life.”

They fell into a short companionable silence from there. The roar of the engine and the quiet music of the radio were the only sounds for a time. 

Then Eternity’s lightly laugh filled the cab as she said, “I have a cousin, who also appreciates the human world as I do, except she could never master the operation of human inventions, certainly not a car.” She grinned a little at whatever memory was dancing around her head. “It was always quite amusing a sight.”

Eternity had Elijah’s full attention then, not that she hadn’t before. He was always aware of her. It was just that she hadn’t mentioned a family member before, that he knew of anyway. Though in all honesty, the woman she had mentioned before, Ceres, could have been a family member for all he knew of Eternity. 

“Ceres was my ancestor,” she again answered his thoughts. “My great-great-great grandmother to be exact.”

“Was?”

“Aye, she died using what has been dubbed the Unicorn Crystal, the ultimate power of the universes,” explained Eternity. “It was what she used to split the one universe into two. It takes a lot of energy, life energy to use. No queen that uses its full power once lives to use it a second time, except for myself, that is.”

Elijah was taken aback by her words. A power source strong enough to split a universe in two was incredible enough, but to learn that said power source killed it’s user in the process, and yet the woman beside him was strong enough to do what her predecessors couldn’t was unfathomable. It was damn near unbelievable. He couldn’t get his mind around such an idea; of a creature that powerful. It was impossible for an Earth man like him to grasp. Especially since she was extraordinary to be sure, but didn’t give off any indication of that kind of power capability. He expected someone of that magnitude to be less...humanlike.

“For me, a prophecy predicted my destiny as the crystal’s true master long ago. The crystal is a part of me, imbedded in my heart,” Eternity carried on, her hand touching her chest where her heart was. “Though it’s true I cannot die from using it’s full power, it is still best to use caution when to use it.”

“Why is that?”

“I forget myself completely. It’s like being rebooted - starting over; a dangerous prospect for the Universal Queen, as much as dying in fact.”

“I see. Are you absolutely certain that you are not a goddess? Because it sounding more and more like that to me.”

Eternity shook her head and smiled at him quickly, “Still not a god.“

“I think you might be in denial,” jested Elijah.

She laughed lightly as her attention returned to the road, “No, I think not.” Then she looked thoughtfully, “Although, I suppose it’s all about perspective. For example, in some worlds, there have been religions created around me because of some great deeds I did for the people of those worlds. This is even amongst immortal ones. I detest it, but I also cannot control people’s perspectives - how they see me.”

“No, none of us can do that,” agreed Elijah.

Then once more, quiet fell between them. 

Until Eternity heard a certain song come over the radio, that is. She began singing softy along in perfect harmony with the artist’s singing. It was a dramatic rock song fronted by a female with classically trained talent. Both women’s voices were angelic and Elijah found himself enjoying the entertainment, even if rock music wasn’t a genre he preferred. Niklaus did though, he recalled. No, he preferred the classical music of Beethoven, Bach, and Mozart, along with other orchestral masterpieces. Yet, he enjoyed listening to Eternity belting out the lyrics to the haunting rock beat nonetheless.

She continued to sing to the radio as they headed into the next state: New Hampshire. It was as soon as they were over the border that Elijah noticed the line of police and emergency vehicles on the shoulder of the highway. The officers were heading out into the woods that lined the highway. He found himself mildly curiosity as to what has happened, but hadn’t expected to stop and find out.

Eternity had other ideas, however. Immediately she pulled onto the shoulder a little ways ahead of the rescue vehicles. She parked and cut the engine, tossing them haphazardly to Elijah. Then she opened the car door and moved to exit without a word, when he caught her hand to stop her.

“What are you doing?” He asked, not that he couldn’t guess the answer.

“I’m a guardian, a hero, whatever you wish to call it,” she replied quickly. “There is a abducted little boy in the woods out there. His kidnapper is with him, no doubt intending to hurt the child. I can save him and I will. You can accompany me, if you’d like, to deal with the perpetrator. Or you can stay here and I’ll deal with both. The choice is yours, but I’m going.”

With that, she left the vehicle, leaving Elijah to make his choice. 

In reality, there wasn’t any choice. Of course, he was going to go with her. Therefore, he too climbed out of the car and followed behind her into a different section of the woods from the rescue crew. He trailed right behind her, following Eternity through the wall of foliage until they reached the heart of the woods, where it opened up. 

It was under a large oak tree there in the clearing that they found the boy - and his kidnapper. The child was sitting against the tree looking up at his assailant with fear in his large blue eyes. He was malnutrition, dirty, bruised, and the scent of blood permeated the air around him, meaning he was wounded too. 

The kidnapper stood over him. He was a tall, thin man, who was clean cut with graying slicked back hair and a nearly trimmed gray beard. He wore dress pants and a tucked in polo shirt. Upon close inspection, there was a level of resemblance between the two and if Elijah had to guess, they were most likely father and son. The similarities were too obvious for them not to be.

The man had a weapon in his hand - a large hunting knife! There was blood staining the silvery metal of the blade. Neither the boy or the man seemed to notice their approach, but they may have been in part due to the stealth that Eternity and he had used to find them.

Elijah watched as pathetic human moved toward the boy with the knife, looking as though he was preparing to finish the child off. It was that moment that would define the fate of the boy. Of course with a vampire and a goddess on the scene, the boy would be fine.

“Stop!” Eternity shouted at the perpetrator. 

The man did, startled into acknowledging that he wasn’t alone. His blue eyes were wide with fear like the child’s and it was immediately made obvious to Elijah that he wasn’t all together, that madness had crept into him. The madman turned his weapon toward Eternity, whom stood perfectly still before him, unperturbed.

“Put the knife down,” she commanded softly. 

He didn’t. 

Though, despite his maddened state, his instinct seemed to recognize her otherworldliness all the same. He stood in fearful awe of Eternity. Elijah could see tears forming in the man’s eyes at the very sight of her.

“Put the knife down,” she commanded again in that same steady softness.

This time, the madman did throw the knife down. He acted as if it had burned him. Sobs bubbled up in the man’s throat, as he began to take steps backwards away from them both. Then forgetting the boy all together, the perpetrator turned and ran for it, trying to escape. A mistake to be sure, Elijah inwardly smirked.

Before he could give chase, Eternity grabbed his arm and told him with quiet seriousness, “Catch him, but do not kill him.”

It was a command of a queen, one that left no room for disobedience. He nodded in understanding and took off after the man with his vampire speed. It didn’t take long for him to catch up, finding the man sprawled on the ground a short distance away from the crime scene, after having tripped on a tree root. The bastard was just getting up when Elijah happened upon him, ready to end him...without killing him, of course. 

The pathetic man seemed to sense him and quickly scrambled to his feet, turning to face Elijah while backing away in fear. “Hey man, don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. I am. Please, don’t do this,” he begged him, his voice shaking uncontrollably along with the rest of him. 

In an instant, Elijah had the man by the throat, raising him above his head effortlessly. He looked darkly into the human’s cowardly eyes. “My lady told me not to kill you, and so it is by her mercy that I shall refrain from snapping you in two,” he growled, almost literally, “but that doesn’t mean that I can’t give you nightmares you’ll never forget.”

The man’s level of fear rose to terrified the moment he realized he was dealing with something other than human. He struggled in Elijah’s hold, whimpering and pleading to be released. It wouldn’t do the fool any good, of course. After a few minutes of wriggling about like the worm that he was. His sobs grew into gross crying and the smell of urine soon waffles up to Elijah’s sensitive nose, making him cringe in disgust.

Yes, it was time to end this. Lowering the pathetic sod enough to stare into his eyes, Elijah compelled the man to forget ever seeing him. He also ensured that he would spend the rest of his life seeing an unknown monster in his nightmares, hunting him down and then graphically tearing him apart over and over again. Finally, he told his captive to turn himself into the authorities. Once the task was done, he released the man and quickly rushed away from the scene, leaving the sobbing man on the ground.

Returning to Eternity, he found her, though not as the woman he knew. He found her as the strange white beast, that was her true self. 

The unicorn had her head bowed over the boy, whom stared in wonder up at her the whole time. Elijah could hear the hum of the unicorn’s horn and saw a flash of it’s bright blue light, but both faded quickly. Once they did, the unicorn nuzzled the boy gently, earning a giggle from the child.

Elijah noticed the smell of blood was gone and when the unicorn reverted into the form of a woman, he saw why. The little boy was completely healed and cleaned. He was like new, as if nothing bad had happened to him in the first place.

He watched as Eternity bent down to the child and softly said to him, “You are free now, little one. There are good people coming for you. Just sit here and wait for them, alright?”

The boy nodded eagerly with a toothy grin.

Elijah could hear the rescue team heading their way already, knowing it was safe to leave the child now. “We should go,” he urged Eternity.

She nodded and with one last smile to the boy, she let him lead her out of the woods by the hand. Just as they were out of sight of the child, Elijah could hear the rescue team reach the boy. He heard one ask after the boy’s health. Yes, the boy was safe now.

Once they were out of the woods and back at the car, Elijah saw the kidnapper coming up to the officers there on the side of the road. He was sweating and flushed, but he did as he was compelled to do. He turned himself over to them. 

“Good riddance,” Elijah muttered quietly. 

He quickly became distracted by Eternity, who smirked at him mischievously. She held out her hand to him and said, “Keys.”

He couldn’t help but grin at her. “I think not, my lovely. I believe I’ll take it from here.”

Elijah chuckled as he watched her smile turn into a pout. The expression was so ordinary - human, and incredibly adorable on her rounded, youthful face. He kissed her lips swiftly before opening the passenger side door for her like the gentleman he was. She sighed defeatedly and gracefully climbed in without protest. After closing her in, he elegantly moved around to the driver’s side of the car, opening the door and sliding into the driver’s seat. 

Once the car was started up again, they were off once more on their journey, heading west toward Chicago - their agreed upon destination. He knew a vampire clan there that he was well acquainted with. He would introduce Eternity to them, let her see an example of his people first. 

“Thank you, Elijah,” Eternity piped up.

“For what?”

“For not killing that man.”

Elijah glanced at Eternity and saw that she looked over at him with gratefulness. He smirked a little in response, “Well, I had to obey the command of my queen.”

She grinned at him, “Perhaps, but you didn’t have to.”

“No I didn’t, but for you...anything.” He reached over for her hand, lifting to his lips and planting a kiss on her knuckles affectionately. “Besides, there are always more ways to deal with filth than to kill them.”

“Aye, there is.”

To Be Continued....

[wannabecatwriter]

OC Interview Tag

Thanks for tagging me @dandylion240. The original questionaire is by xfroggiii at DeviantArt. 

I wasn’t sure who to pick, so I want to go with my headcannon sims for this, just to develop them for myself. And also, I couldn’t take any decent pics of my story saves, since my comp chose to update when I went in game.

RULES : 1. Pick a character you've created. 2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were that character. 3. Tag at least four people to do this meme

Tagging @buckleysims @twinsimskeletons  @goatkibble @freckled-pixels

I’m picking Corinne for this, so warning - there will be cursing.

1. What is your name? Corinne Mariallis. And this interview/questioning/whatever is just between us. Or I walk. 2. Do you know why you were named that? Hell, no! I don’t even know which one of my parents came up with it. Not that I particularly care. 3.Single or taken? “Taken?” That’s a fucked up way to describe being in a relationship. Like, you belong to another person? Creepy, no? 

But I am in a long-term involvement with someone, so I’m not exactly single. There. 4.Have any abilities or powers?  

I suppose I do, if you can call my magic that. It just comes with a few specifics. It’s not exactly great for peaceful situations. But if you ever need someone to start a revolution. blow shit up, or even to turn your kid’s birthday party into complete chaos, give me a call. If I’m in town, at the time.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue!

Mary Sue... oh, got it. It’s that fictional trope where someone is super-likable and all-powerful, right? Especially a female character? 

Can’t be a Mary-Sue. Too many people hate my guts for that. 6.What's your eye color? Can’t you see? Oh, I’m too far, alright. It’s dark green. Runs in the family. 7.How about hair color? Black - also runs in the family. 8.Have you any family members? Yes, so many that I’ve lost count by now. Tends to happen in magical communities when people can live for centuries, you know. And with Dad being a warlock and Mom being fae... I have an older brother, a younger sister, then an older half-sister from Mom’s previous relationship. And I know my paternal uncle had a lot of fun with the ladies in his day (and continues, likely) so I assume there are more cousins than the two I know about. Not even going to try and count all the cousins I have on my mother’s side. 

Family gatherings are a nightmare, I tell you. 9.Oh, how about pets? None of my own, no. Although I have a good friend in England who has two cats and sometimes I cat-sit for him - does that count? 10. That's cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don't like. Oh boy, don’t even get me started, we’ll be here for years. Although, shitty parents are certainly something I hate. Personal experience. Fake individuals, cowards, cheaters, spineless idiots, incompetence, stupidity... I should stop, shouldn’t I? Ok, I think that’s enough. 11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do? I do like investigative work. I enjoy keeping my mind active. Learning languages is nice, too. And of course, martial arts - it’s great. It helps me work off a good amount of negativity and I’m in good shape in case someone I’ve pissed off in the past comes after me. 12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? Yes, of course. But if someone is rushing at me with drawn weapons, I’m going to defend myself and I’m not apologizing for that. 13.Ever ... killed anyone before? Refer back to 12, please.  14.What kind of animal are you? That’s a weird question. Although, I know for a fact that warlock and fae aren’t the only things in my system, so for all I know - my ancestors weren’t too picky about who they got it on with. 15.Name your worst weaknesses. 

I don’t h-

Jace from another room: Yes you do!

Ok, according to certain people, I tend to do things first before thinking. Which usually involves me ending up in fights with just about everyone. *Shrugs* It’s not my fault that so many morons end up gravitating towards me. 

And I guess I do have a tendency to curse people out when I’m annoyed.

16.Do you look up to anyone at all? I’m not really sure. I used to look up to my paternal grandma, but she’s been fuck-knows-where for years now, so I don’t even know if she’s still alive. I guess I have a lot of respect for my uncle’s ex-wife: he’s been missing for years, she had a kid, then it turned out he also had a kid with this other woman (a very irresponsible one), and she ended up raising both girls as a single parent.

I definitely respect my English friend Charlie - he has the level of calmness the Dalai Llama would aspire to.

And Jace, of course - he doesn’t like to talk about it, but I know he’s been through stuff. Yet, over three centuries later, and he’s still kicking major ass. 17.Are you straight, gay or bisexual? Straight. 18. Do you go to school? Sometimes. I mean, I’m over a hundred years old, but these humans are constantly inventing something, like computers, for example. Of course, I’m going to learn this shit. 19.Ever want to marry and have kids one day? Marry - a very definite no. Kids are likely not an option either. 20.Do you have fangirls/fanboys? Possibly? I know I’ve gotten drunk with a lot of people over the years and we’ve had some fun shenanigans together. I would totally fangirl someone over that.

21.What are you most afraid of?   I guess, knowing that someone I genuinely care about is hurt, and not being able to help them. That would be the worst. 22.What do you usually wear? I like being comfortable. Jeans, athletic shoes, tank tops, band shirts.  23.What's one food that tempts you? Just one?!!! Oh, you’re not doing this right. There is so much good food out there. Pizza, casseroles, noodles of all kinds... And don’t even get me started on desserts! 24.Am I annoying you? No, actually this has been pretty interesting. And you’re not offended at the cursing, like too many uptight idiots, which is nice. 25.Well, its not over! 

Alright! 26.What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)?

I guess my family is upper class, you could say. They aren’t exactly royalty, but they’ve been in charge of running things back where I’m from, for several centuries. 

As for me, I certainly have no shortage of funds, so...  27.How many friends do you have? I have a few, I suppose. They just happen to be really cool individuals who aren’t easily offended. 28.  What are your thoughts on pie? Always a good idea, especially in cool rainy weather. 29.Favorite drink? The stronger, the better. Although, I guess I do have a preference for fruit flavored vodkas. 30. What's your favorite place? Anyplace that has a comfy bed and good food. 31.Are you interested in anyone?~ Yep - he’s currently in the neighboring room, trolling the trolls online and judging me. 32.That was a stupid question. ... No, it’s an honest one. 33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? Both are pretty nice. Some lakes even have waves, so you can still surf. 34.What's your type? Anyone who has the energy to keep up with me and doesn’t bore me. And preferably not blond. It’s a personal thing that I’d rather not discuss. 35.Any fetishes? None that I’d be willing to discuss. 36.Seme or Uke? I have never heard about this before. Is this something to do with cars?

37.Camping or indoors? Both have their pros and cons. You don’t get to experience nature indoors. But then, you also don’t get your supplies invaded by ants.

[writernotwaiting]

Mis-Matched

Right, so I know I haven’t posted anything on my over-sized WIP since April, but here I am starting another fic that I have absolutely no business getting into. At least this one should be shorter than the other (famous last words). Sorry.

Title: Mis-Matched Rating: M (this is subject to change at the whim of the author’s muses) Characters: Loki, Sigyn, Frigga, Theoric, and various supporting OCs Description: This is an attempt to fill the propmt requested by @someillplanetreigns (and now I can’t even tag you!): “you asked for prompts and pairings - I would like to humbly beg for more Logyn? I don’t have a great prompt, but this odd thought is in my head about a way to make the comic plot about Theoric and the marriage into something about marriage by proxy? Maybe something like Loki has the duty of proxy-marrying Sigyn cos Theoric’s in the army, and totally plays everyone by going the whole hog and appearing as Theoric, but then Sigyn, who thought Theoric was dull as ditchwater and Loki is… well, y’know, Loki.” I’m not sure this is precisely what you wanted, so I apologize in advance for my wayward muses – Loki does what he wants. Chapter: 1 of 2? Acknowledgements: thank you @icybluepenguin for serving as one of my favorite institgaors and sounding boards – you rock!

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Mis-Matched, Part 1

Herr Braggison loomed over Sigyn as she slunk down lower into the chair, nose buried deep in her book, brown hands clutching the pages tighter as he moved closer.

“Sigyn — I just received a letter from the All-mother.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Apparently, the fighting at the front has become entrenched.”

“MmMMMmm.”

“Sigyn!”

“Hmmm?”

“Put the book down and look at me when I speak to you.”

Sigyn abruptly dropped the large hardback with a whack onto the desk, folding her hands demurely as she smiled up angelically at her guardian.

A dark scowl passed over his face before he began again, “I have just received a letter from the All-mother that tells me the fighting has become entrenched at the front. As such, Theoric will not be granted leave to attend your upcoming nuptials.”

“Oh really?” Suddenly Sigyn was all attention, back straight, eyes bright.

Herr Braggison’s scowl deepened. “As you know, there is a limited time during which you must be married, or the contract must be annulled or re-negotiated.” Sigyn nodded and a little smile began to blossom across her face.

“As a result, we will have to fulfill the contract by proxy.”

“WHAT?”

Her guardian flinched, then frowned once more. “Yes. There is a legal provision that allows for marriage by proxy. Thankfully, the All-mother has offered to send a representative from the court who can serve as a stand-in for your intended spouse, after which you will go to court with him to serve the queen until Theoric can return from the hostilities. In this way, the contract will be fulfilled. No fuss. Everything perfectly legal. No re-negotiations necessary. Neither will we be forced to seek out another candidate. You see? Everything is taken care of. In another month, I will have completed my legal obligations as your guardian by providing you with an appropriate husband of suitable political standing, and you will no longer have to endure my presence.”

Sigyn rose out of her chair. “Wait just a minute …”

“No. no. no. You and I have both been anxious to get rid of each other for years, and now here’s your chance. Theoric is a highly-respected officer is His Majesty’s army with excellent political connections. It’s a marriage much better than anything you could have hoped to get had your own family been in charge of the negotiations. I will not put this alliance at risk just because your intended can’t keep a schedule.”

Herr Braggison paused at this point long enough to line up Sigyn’s book precisely with the edge of the table. “You will be married by the end of this month, and go off to live under the protection of the All-mother until your husband gets back from the war. Either way, you will be out of my house! You. Your books. Your seider. Your temper. Your … disorder … your …” And here he looked her up and down waving his hands around in the air before spitting out, “everything! The delegation from court will arrive one week prior to the ceremony. End. Of. Discussion.”

And even as Sigyn drew breath for a reply, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the library, leaving her fuming.

“Ohhhhaaaaahhhhrrrgh! My ‘everything,’ is it? My evil alien outlander contamination, you mean! Go fuck a goat, Iric! I never signed that cursed contract! You think you’re so clever, getting everything lined up a month before my majority so it wasn’t necessary!”

Sigyn flung the chair backwards before she began pacing about the room. “A month! A month and then I’ll be privileged to sit around with the All-mother’s handmaidens doing needlework until my eyes cross and listening to a bunch of insect-brained idiots gossip about big, blond musclebound, testosterone-poisoned bachelors who have rocks for brains. And then, whenever my husband returns triumphant from the battlefield, I will be expected to take up housekeeping like a meek little domestic pet and cater to the whims of my own personal rock-headed Einherjahr! Oh, look at my lovely brown-skinned alien — isn’t she exotic? If I weren’t ready to burn this house down and be rid of you, Iric, I would set fire to those contracts myself! What happened to the spinster option? Why could there not be a clause in the papers for that? Why marriage? And why him? Dearest Norns, he is so boring! And stupid! And … Aesir!”

But the dictates of her father’s will were explicit, Sigyn was the legal ward of her guardian until she was suitably married. Period. There was no spinster clause. No femme sole provision. Only marriage.

When the delegation arrived, she was supposed to be there. “Supposed to,” being the operant phrase. She was not. She was not there to greet them in the grand hall as they entered. She was not there for the state dinner that evening. She did not show for the formal brunch the following morning. Instead, Sigyn went out to an old, disused greenhouse and started target practice, pointing at tiny widows in succession and creating a lovely pattern by throwing runes at individual panes and shattering them. Sigyn filled her lungs with the ozone after-burn of her seider as she went.

K-pish! “That’s for my mother for getting herself knocked off by that stupid wizard!”

K-pish! “That’s for my father for drawing up that ridiculous contract!”

K-pish! “That’s for Herr Braggison for being such a money-grubbing accountant of a negotiator!” She inhaled deeply.

K-pish! “That’s for the All-mother who refuses to nullify that stupid-ass contr-“

“Good morning, Lady Sigyn!”

“Ahhh!” Sigyn jumped a good six inches off the ground and fired off flash of blue seider that was just barely deflected by a green shield thrown up by her visitor.

“Goat’s piss—I’m so sorry!” And then just as quickly she covered her mouth when she realized who he was. “Hel! I mean, Sorry! Shit.” She slapped her forehead. “Oh, your majesty, I so very sorry, are you hurt? You startled me … I mean, I had no idea you were part of the delegation. I didn’t … I’m so very sorry. Are you hurt? Oh Norns, this is terrible.”

Sigyn hastily bent into a deep curtsy and lowered her head. “I’m so sorry!”

She maintained her obeisance for several long moments and grimaced as she thought she heard him make some vague noise of disapproval, but then the noise shifted a bit, and she suddenly realized he was laughing.

She scowled and jerked up her head. “Are you laughing at me?”

He was laughing. It started as an almost silent chuckle as he tried to suppress it, his shoulders shaking ever more violently until he was full-on laughing, smile wide across face. Her scowl deepened for a moment, but then she couldn’t help but smile back, and before long she broke into giggles of her own.

A full minute passed like this before the prince closed the distance between them and reached out to help her off her knees with one hand and wipe his eyes with the other.

“Oh, by all that’s blessed, you should have seen the look on your face! I should have loved to capture that image forever!”

“Your majesty, I really am so sorry. No one has ever followed me out here. I never expected someone to show up, least of all you, and I was, well, preoccupied.”

He looked up at her handiwork. “I can see that. Quite an inventive way to work out your frustrations.”

Sigyn blushed deeply when she remembered what she had said. “Ohhhh! You heard that, didn’t you? Please don’t say anything. I’m already on the verge of … well, I guess I don’t know what Herr Braggison would do to me at this point — permanent confinement until the contract is signed, I suppose, so I don’t embarrass him any farther? And the queen … I know it’s not her fault. A contract is a contract and can’t be unwritten. I’m just. No. I didn’t mean it. It’s fine. Really. It’s all good.” And she folded her hands and smiled a beauty pageant smile that looked very nearly convincing.

Loki nodded slowly. “Well, I won’t mention it, if you like.”

She let out a breath she’d been holding. “That’s very gracious of you, your majesty.” She dipped a tiny curtsey once more and her smile softened into something more natural.

In response, he flashed her a smile that could easily have turned her into a pile of goo had it not been for the words that followed. “Please, call me Loki, after all, we are going to get married next week.”

“Oh yeah, “married”. Ha ha.” Her smile abruptly turned brittle and she sobered considerably, reminding herself, Not flirting. Off the market. Big tag marked SOLD! And Loki backed off with raised hands.

“Sorry.” He raised an eyebrow. “I gather you aren’t thrilled at the prospect?”

The beauty pageant smile returned. “Oh no, it’s a great privilege. Theoric is an excellent match. My guardian has worked very hard to ensure an advantageous contract, and I’m grateful that you’ve agreed to serve as a proxy to ensure the terms are fulfilled.”

A smirk spread over Loki’s face. “Did you memorize that speech?”

Her eyes looked slightly ill at that that, but the smile didn’t waiver and she didn’t answer. Loki inhaled and he backed off once more, pursing his lips as he concluded, “Right. An excellent match.”

An uncomfortable pause followed until Loki finally started up a new topic, “I was unaware, Lady Sigyn, that you practiced seider. Have you studied long?”

“Oh! Well! It’s mostly self-taught. Mother had just started my lessons when she passed away, so I’ve had to rely on the books she left in the library. That’s the one argument I won when father’s estate was cleared out—I managed to keep control of nearly her entire library. I’m afraid I’ll never be a master of the craft like she was, but I’ve managed pretty well, for all that.”

“You have her books? I wonder if you would let me take a look while I’m here.”

“I would be honored Prince Loki.”

“Loki. Just Loki.” And he extended his elbow to escort her back to the house.

She hesitated a second before resting her hand in the crook of his elbow. “Thank you, m’lord. Just Loki, then.”

*******************

Later that night, Loki stood in his room and reached out to draw a set of runes on the mirror, eyes moving deliberately as they followed the green shimmer as it creeped in from the edges of the frame, turned slowly to gold, and then cleared to reveal the face of Frigga, All-mother.

Loki inclined his head, “Good evening, Mother. It is good to see you.”

Frigga offered a wry smile as she replied, “Good evening to you, as well, Loki. How has your ambassadorship fared today? Did you finally manage to greet Theoric’s intended?”

“I did, indeed.” Loki returned her smile. “I found her out in an old greenhouse knocking out window panes with her seider.”

“Really?”

“I barely missed getting winged myself when I startled her.” He snickered. “Why did you not warn me of the danger I would face?”

“I had no idea she practiced seider. She was so young when her mother passed, I assumed that she never trained.”

“Apparently she is self taught. Is that even possible?”

“Not unheard of, I suppose, but certainly rare. How did you find her — will the marriage suit, do you think?”

“Do you wish my honest answer, Mother, or a diplomatic one?”

“Loki,” she chided.

Loki’s face soured. “Frankly, I can’t imagine a more poorly made match. She is bright, well-read, quick-witted, and blunt, whereas Theoric is, well—none of those things. They will make each other perfectly miserable. I can’t imagine why he would seek out such a match, unless she’s  …”

Loki read the warning on his mother’s face immediately, “ahhhh, of course, unless she’s rich.” He paused. “She is, isn’t she? He’s to get a big, fat dowry.”

“Shush, Loki. Everything has already been arranged. If the couple are pleased enough with the match to sign the contract, there is nothing to be done against it.”

“I’m not entirely sure she is. What does she get out of this arrangement?”

“Out of her guardian’s house, I suppose. He has certainly made no secret of the fact that she has been a difficult charge. I believe she is anxious to cut those ties as soon as she can.”

“By marrying Theoric?” He asked dubiously.

“As near as I can remember, the terms of the wardship dictate that she cannot leave her guardian’s care until she marries. It’s an old fashioned arrangement, but it cannot be altered.”

“But … Theoric?”

“Loki—it is not your place to approve or disapprove of the match. You are there only to ensure the contract is fulfilled before the terms are up. There must be mitigating circumstances that lead her guardian to believe that another match might be difficult to attain, or perhaps difficult to attain with such advantageous conditions. Marriage negotiations can be complicated, especially for orphans like Sigyn.”

“Like Sigyn.”

“Yes, like Sigyn.”

“You mean outlanders.”

“Yes. People prefer …” And here Frigga had the decency to hesitate and even blush a bit.

“Their own kind.”

“Well, yes. It’s tricky.”

“Right.” His face had drawn into a deep scowl by that point, but knew she was right. Aesir are insular and slow to accept anything, or anyone, different.  But Theoric! That imbecile. She’s wasted on him.

[ruffoverthinksthings]

Prometheus

Short story for @screaminginternallyalleternity involving her OC of Jane’s dad.

There was always an interrogation before and after Jane’s visits to her father, Adrien Castle, or as he was more popularly known, “Professor Prometheus.”

Before, it was always questions of if she knew that “The Stars” had formally expatriated from Auradon, that they were only allowed to practice magic as they were keeping out of Auradon’s proper territories and out of sight, and that she would lose all of her rights, her privileges, and be denied contact with her mother if she defected to whichever cell, out-of-the-way hide-out, or alternate dimension he was living in at the moment.

Always, she would answer yes, yes, and yes.

After, it was questions of if she had any plans of expatriating, if she would now be practicing magic, or if she was thinking of encouraging others to do so.

Always, she would answer no, no, and no.

She wasn’t a child, though her physical form looked the part. She could understand that there was a very big, very complicated, and very dire reason why Auradon was always so concerned about “defection, propaganda, and the influence of subversive elements” like her father and the circles he ran around in.

She just didn’t know exactly why, up until the day she asked her father about it.

She didn’t ask him outright, as she knew enough to shut up about all matters involving Auradon and especially the Magic Ban whenever she was in any of the Star settlements.

But so it was that fate happened to give her a chance, and she didn’t want to waste it.

It started with her father placing an item on his worktable, what looked like a flower in a pot, except it was made of intricately carved rock, crystals, and precious jewels, the closed “petals” made of glass with finely carved inscriptions on it.

Jane marveled at it, from her position standing on a stool and her tiny hands on the edge of the table. “It’s beautiful!” she said, her voice tinny and squeaky.

“Hold your praise, I haven’t turned it on just yet,” Adrien said, smiling as he waved his hand in front of a specific section of the “pot.”

Jane gasped as the petals slowly, delicately unfolded, before the whole device began to hum with magical power, a glowing field emanating from the blooming “flower.” “What does it do...?” she asked.

“This, my Sunshine, is a miniaturized, local anti-gravity field generator, and what it does is that it holds things up in the air for as long as it’s on,” Adrien replied as he tossed a marble atop it.

The ball quickly slowed to a stop as it entered the field, until it was gently bobbing up and down in the center of it.

Jane clapped. “It’s wonderful, daddy!”

Adrien blushed, and plucked the marble out. “Wait till I show you just how much it can lift...”

So a show started, Adrien putting increasingly larger and heavier balls on the field generator: tennis balls, baseballs, soccer balls, footballs, basketballs, until finally, Jane watched him strain and grunt as he lifted an entire bowling ball up and put it atop the field.

Jane clapped her hands over her mouth as it dipped dangerously low, almost touching the glass petals… then, it slowly lifted back up, and the bowling ball was still. She giggled in delight as she clapped her hands once more.

“Great job, daddy!”

Adrien blushed. “Thank you, Sunshine!”

“How does it work?” Jane asked.

Adrien beamed. “I’m glad you asked! First, this relies heavily on the--”

The field suddenly gave out.

The two Fae watched as the bowling ball fell in slow-motion, dipping down a little, almost touching the crystal petals, until gravity got hold of it once more and it crushed the device, flower and pot and all.

Jane screamed as shards of glass, cracked crystal, and jagged chunks of rock came flying out. Adrien quickly grabbed her, hugging her to his chest as he turned away from the mess, bits crunching underneath his aged leather shoes as he ran to the counter on the opposite corner.

“Oh gods, Jane! Are you okay?” Adrien asked as he set her down and began to look her over. “Did you get cut? Do you need a hug?”

Jane sniffled, her heart racing from the fear and the panic pouring from her father. “I’m fine...” she said shakily.

Thunk. Crack.

The bowling ball rolled off the table, and made a crack on the floor. “Oh no!” Jane said. “Your invention and your floor, daddy!”

Adrien groaned. “Jane: fuck the invention and the floor! I can fix both, and if I can’t, I can just get a new workshop with a snap of my fingers, and build a brand new prototype out of my blueprints and notes!”

His voice and his face softened. “After all, I can’t replace you, sunshine.”

“Are you sure it’s not a big deal...?” Jane asked.

Adrien kissed her on the forehead, and smiled at her. “Positive. I love you more than I do any of my inventions, my possessions, or even Science and Magic itself, my Sunshine.”

Jane smiled, and sniffed. “I love you too, daddy.”

Adrien hugs her and strokes her hair. “You just wait here while I get cleaned up, Sunshine...”

Jane hums. “Okay, daddy.”

“Ah, I’m happy you didn’t get hurt, and the field failed during testing rather than during a live use of it…” He said as he picked up the bowling ball, put a wooden board over the new crater in his workshop, and swept up all the glass and rock for recycling. “I don’t want to think of what sort of chaos and unpleasantness would have happened if this was being used to move supply crates around...”

“Did you invent this for the settlement, daddy?” Jane asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “The trolls, the familiars, and the golems can only be asked to do so much before they start asking for or needing more magic than we feel comfortable giving. Gods, if this works out the way I think it will, we’d save ourselves so much time, effort, and resources, free to use them for much better pursuits!

“It’ll be leaps and bounds more efficient than anything they’re using in Auradon, that’s for sure!”

“Then why don’t you try selling it to them?” Jane asked. “Maybe they’ll make an exception like they did with the Animal Translators?”

Adrien sighs heavily as he dumps all of the shattered pieces into a bin. “I seriously doubt it. If there’s anything Auradon hates, it’s progress; just look at Camelot, with King Arthur keeping his entire state stuck in the Middle Ages!”

He grows quiet for a moment. “Frankly though, with all the things he and the others know, I can sympathize with him, even if it’s still a stupid-arsed decision...”

“What do they know…?” Jane asks.

If her mind had matched her appearance, this would have been when Adrien would have copped out with some vague, general, or woefully sterilized account to protect her innocence, and help her understand it in the first place.

As they both knew, however, her clothes, her voice, and her body were the only things even remotely child-like about Jane.

“Let’s sit down for tea,” Adrien said as he put away his dustpan and broom. “This is going to be a long conversation...”

Later, when they are seated across each other with cups of herbal tea, Adrien began his story.

“You know why I got into the business of combining science and magic, yes?”

“You wanted to make it more accessible for everyone,” Jane replied.

Adrien nodded. “Indeed...

“I thought it was the beginning of something beautiful, a miracle when Beast’s ambassadors came opening their rifts into my home realm, when the local government forged an alliance and we joined their ever growing network of dimensions sharing all the knowledge, goods, and culture they had, chattering about making a brand new, better world, together.

“It’s only too late that I realized it was the start of one massive atrocity.

“The Isle’s barrier is just part of it, my most visible failure. No, the true scope of my mistake was that and everything else I helped create.

“When the Great Uniting was said and done, the celebrations and the speeches were over, and us scientists and magicians could finally start collaborating in-person with all the new facilities, associations, and resources available to us, it felt like the start of an exciting new era for Science and Magic.

“There was nothing we couldn't do, nothing we weren't allowed to do, and we were encouraged to do everything we could... and that, my Sunshine, was where it all went to Hell.

“We could have all the resources we wanted, no supervision, no regulation, no questions asked. We had all the willing test subjects we could ask for, along with a huge population of people that nobody would really miss, the scientist's dream of completely random sample spread across ethnicity, gender, economic class, and even species.

“And we did things, Jane—TERRIBLE things.

“It was the Barrier, what I thought was supposed to be just a simple security measure until the Villains could be rehabilitated and re-released back into society.

“It was the fact that we broke the laws of nature and reality, bringing those Villains back from wherever they had ended up and here, what experiments we had to do to prove the concept let alone a completely successful result, and the horrific failures from our attempts.

“It was all the theories, the methods, and the experiments we lifted from overlord’s spellbooks, old tomes bound with mysterious leather, ancient scrolls sealed away in tombs and deep within caves.

“We should have known better. We knew what dark magic could do to mere mortals and even immortal Fae. Genie wasn’t kidding when he said raising the dead was a messy business.

“But we were arrogant, thought ourselves incorruptible, and that was our downfall.”

“What happened?” Jane asked. “Did Evi—uh, morally questionable people get past the vetting process?”

Adrien shook his head and chuckled sadly. “No. We were all good people. But you’ve no idea what happens to even the best of folks when you give them the power to play god, or worse yet, when you make them think that they are ones, like with that arrogant, pompous fool, Beast.

“We all saw the problems, the horrors, the disasters waiting to happen with what we had wrought.

“I’ll admit I wasn’t one of the first who sensed that something was wrong, but as soon as my eyes were opened, I was flooding those communication channels about emergency shut downs, regulation, and more Royal Guards with the others.

“But he refused to believe that things would ever get that bad. Too focused on building his brand new legacy. Too drunk with the idea of all the praise and the love he would receive for authorizing and spearheading these new techniques, spells, and inventions.

“Then Belle, bless her, managed to convince that bone-headed jackass to come down to the facilities and see what we were working on, and bring all the other monarchs with him, see what we were doing with all that gold from their treasuries and supplies from their kingdoms.”

Jane frowned, sensed the unease, the horror, the disgust welling up inside her father. “… What happened…?”

Adrien sighed, and hung his head. “It was the End of that glorious Era, and the start of that farce you and so many others are forced to live in.

“The Royals sensed something was wrong when on the days leading up to their visits, personnel started to go missing, entire facilities were going radio silent, and there was an aura of gloom and unease gnawing at the pits of our stomachs.

“Then, Beast ordered teams of Guards to open up the locks, force us all to show them everything we were working on—and what they found, what we all found, were things none of us will ever forget.”

Adrien raised his head, his eyes said. “This is why the Magic Ban was really instated, you know.

“It wasn’t any of that bollocks of ‘fairness’ and ‘achieving on your own merits’--it was because they finally realized what magic and science was truly capable of in this new world, when they let it run wild, even in the hands of people who were ‘Good.’

“The Ban was supposed to be temporary, until we could get things under control and bring about better regulations. But like all of his other orders, that tyrant Beast apparently decided it was better if we just swept the whole problem under the rug than mar his shining reputation with the uglier consequences of his actions.

“We protested. We fought. We saw what could be done if you were willing to admit it was there, and convince everyone to roll up their sleeves and get to work cleaning it up.

“However magic and science was abused, this was our lives’ work, and never let it be said that from great horror and tragedy, great things may rise.”

Adrien sighed once more. “I suppose we really shouldn’t have been surprised that he just banished what he could, set fire to the rest, and forced us all into secrecy. That’s what Beast does with his problems, you know: he sweeps them under the rug, or he yells, he bullies, and he threatens until you just grow tired of trying to pull that head of his out from his ass.

“It’s sad, really.

“Our vision was to let anyone have the power and the wonders that were exclusive to the Fae, the Demi-Gods, and the Mages. Erase the hierarchy of mortals being forced to bend to the will of those with power lest they be destroyed. Raise us all to the same plane, so we may all see what new heights we could achieve together.

“We were all supposed to be Stars. Instead, we all turned into slaves.”

It was silent for a long time after that, father and daughter slowly sipping their tea.

Jane put down her cup, opened her mouth, but quickly closed it.

“Something up, Sunshine?” Adrien asked.

Jane debated it for a moment, before she asked, “Do you regret it?”

Adrien chuckled. “No. Strangely enough, I don’t. My work… my work has opened up new horizons, exposed so many to the possibilities they couldn’t have fathomed, like Prometheus stealing the flame of Knowledge to give to man.

“It is an unspeakable tragedy that such potential was wasted and corrupted in such a way by men like Beast… but, I take heart in the fact Alfred Nobel invented TNT, and later started the Nobel Peace Prize.”

He smiled bitterly. “It’s only a matter of time until this farce ends—it always is.”

“Is that what keeps you going??” Jane asked.

Adrien shook his head. “Sunshine, it’s you that keeps me going. When I toil away in my laboratory and immerse myself in research, I do not think about the glory it may give me, the accolades I will receive, the royalties I can earn from patents.

“No, I think of myself as one scientist among many, slowly, gradually helping expand the knowledge of all of us, creating a better world for ourselves and for all future generations to live in.”

He started tearing up. “Jane, my Sunshine, my only Sunshine… Auradon was for you. And I am so, so sorry things turned out this way...”

Jane got up off her seat, walked over to him, and hugged him. “It’s okay daddy,” she whispers as she buries her face in his chest. “I forgive you.”

The tears start to flow as Adrien wraps his arms tight around his daughter.

He would never truly find peace, not now, not ever… but that one person forgave him was enough, if only for the moment.

[dork-cresswell-blog]

screams i love him and rereading this app gave me so many feels i died. have at it babes.

♔ INTRODUCTION

HELLO!! I’m Snow, I’m 20 years old and I’m from the (GMT)+3 timezone. I use she/her pronouns.

♔ ACTIVITY

I’m active in one other rpg currently, and I have college to keep me a bit busy at times ( a BIT lmao) but I always make time for rp, and I can safely say I’ll be online 6-7/10 of the time.

♔ HOW DID YOU FIND US?

A whiiiiile back through the hp rp tag.

♔ HOW ARE YOU?

Nervous? And excited!! And very giddy bc i fell in love with the character I’m applying for and I can’t wait for the chance to play them in this verse ekbfuceos Ikwdcn!!!

♔ WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?:

Weirdly enough I never thought of this before, but I suppose – Neville Longbottom. Or Severus Snape. I can’t decide.

♔ ANYTHING ELSE?

nope

IN CHARACTER

 ♔ DESIRED CHARACTER

Dirk Cresswell.

♔ FACE CLAIM

My absolutely number one choice for dirk would be Ezra Miller. He just has the exact look I had envisioned for Dirk while writing him out in my head, especially in Perks – the easy-going attitude, the dramatic hand gestures, the charming smile, the confidence, and the slightest touch of flamboyance. If the admins can’t see him working, I could go for landon liboiron, who shares similar qualities with Ezra but isn’t quuuite what I’m looking for – in a pinch, Xavier Dolan could work for me, but he doesn’t have nearly enough smiley gifs tbh he needs to be less emo (still pretty tho my GOD) or nico Tortorella, who has the confidence and positivity but not, er. The gait, I suppose? I dunno, but I’m really hoping Ezra works for you guys, he’s really the best choice I could think of!! (for some reason Miles Tiller just doesn’t click?? With me?? At all??)

♔ REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

I love, love, love building characters up from scratch. Writing out a character from the ground up and layering them with complexities, with virtues and vices and faults, with feelings and insecurities and demons of their own, I love it. It’s the most exciting thing I could think of, and I love writing characters with blatant, intriguing contradictions – the elegant lady with a lion’s roar, the honest man who is a hypocrite as well, the boy who both craves and hates the idea of affection, at once – I love exploring their nuances, seeing how they play out, how their traits push and pull at one another and make the character whole, alive and breathing as though they were real. I guess you could say it’s my passion. It’s also why I tend to choose characters who were barely canon, or who were ocs of the roleplay. It gives me a wonderful amount of freedom to be creative, and I like to take full advantage of that.

Dirk Cresswell strikes me as someone who is confident and arrogant and a little flamboyant, but hardly with the self-esteem to match. he’s petty and competitive and a little dramatic, but he’s also rather clever, intelligent, and competent. He is kind, and loyal, and unforgiving. Betrayal is a sin, an unforgivable sin, and yet what he does with Aversio is not betrayal to his friends – protection, justice, It Has To Be Done. He gives it a hundred names, a hundred reasons, and learns to shoulder the guilt and adjust to the weight of it and keep moving. (he is yet to forgive himself for it, but he was never deluded enough to think justice was easy to come by. If the price for their safety is to taint his relationship with them, then he is willing to pay such a price.)

(the thought occurs to him, once – would it be betrayal if he were to simply severe ties with them, if there were no friendships for him to forsake, if he were not forced into a conflict of loyalty and justice? would he have to betray his friends if they were simply no longer friends? The thought is dismissed with a wry abruptness – perhaps a braver soul than him could go through with such a thing, perhaps a better man than him would do it. Dirk is content, for now, with reminding himself of why what they’re doing is important, why Aversio is the only way.)

He is an arrogant boy with an inferiority complex. He is driven by his emotions – he loves and he loves fully, with an open heart, but he never trusts with the same ease, he was a boy who was shown love and taught not to trust it. in his veins thrums a desire for justice, for fairness, for equality, it beats and it burns like a second heart, it keeps him awake some nights and it keeps him moving. It drives him, this keen sense for right and wrong.

Dirk is not an idealist, however. He is an optimist, though his optimism is not born of naivety – it is not born of ignorance, of innocence, he knows of tragedy and he knows of prejudice and of oppression, but seeing the best in life and the best in people is what he chooses to do, what has helped him past the dreary days when he’d thought there would be no light at the end of the tunnel.

to further show how I envision him to be, I would like to expand on some of his traits:

+ TALENTED:

Dirk’s magical talents were difficult to miss, even to those who really, really tried, and it was not entirely for the considerable amount of bragging on Dirk’s part – though, arguably, that was a large part of it – but his hands, deft with potions and charms and defensive spells, where quick to catch people’s attention, and keep it. his exceptional dueling skills had not gone unnoticed, either, not by his teachers, and certainly not by his pureblooded schoolmates, who have repeatedly tested his abilities first hand.

+SOCIABLE:

Dirk is That One Kid that knows everyone, and who everyone knows. He joined every extracellular activity the school had to offer at one point or another, he never missed a chance to hang out and have fun, and he was always interested in meeting new people and making new friends. His easy humor and confident attitude drew people to him and relaxed them in his company, his optimism and cheeky remarks making him an uplifting presence to have around. He is secretive, however, keeping his emotional troubles and inner demons far away from preying eyes, even those he considers close, preferring to pull a cheery grin upon his lips than admitting to the guilt than is slowly chipping away at him from within.

-TRUST ISSUES:

Dirk has been shown love and taught not to trust it. a parting gift, from his mother, one could say. he finds difficulty – immense difficulty – in sharing his troubles, or his secrets of any kind, with anyone. he loves and he cares about his friends and there is very little he wouldn’t do for them, but trust is something that is difficult to come by, for him, and it is something that frustrates his friends to no end.

-ARROGANT:

Dirk has an exaggerated sense of his own abilities. He is talented, yes, anyone would be hard pressed to deny that, but he tends to – overestimate, what he can do. It could also be put down to his perfectionist nature, that he would bite off more than he could chew and simply expect himself to rise up to the challenge.

It is also important to note, however, that as sure as he is of his own capabilities and talents, he is never sure of himself. Of Dirk, of his own self-worth and of his own self-esteem. He is an arrogant braggart with an inferiority complex.

♔ PREFERRED SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS

SEXUALITY: gay, and not particularly interested in hiding it.

SHIPS: tbh I’m all about chemistry. I don’t particularly mind if no romantic interests cropped up along the way, i’m more interested in exploring dirk as a character first and foremost. If a romantic interest does come along I would absolutely be down to explore that as well – I would also be interested in plots that don’t necessarily end happily for either character tbh lmao angst is my natural scent like fucking slather me in it okay. (side note: I love. Unlikely pairings. Very much.)

♔ CREATE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

Mockblog: dork-cresswell.tumblr.com  (I posted the kinda sorta long history/bio section in the mockblog, I hope it would be considered as part of the application as well? Thank you :) )

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

Is there, like. Is there a potion to just. Make pureblooded bigots stop being so bigoted? Or make them disappear, or something, I’m not picky.

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

Sal, definitely. Did you see her swing that wretched bat of hers? You don’t want to get in the way of that, it’s absolutely sick. you’ll love it. And I suppose some food would be good, for the object, wouldn’t it.

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

When to take a bloody break. I can never do that. Sal’s always breathing down my neck about it, but I can’t bloody well help it, okay? Somethings just have to get done.

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

That I’m a braggart. Because I’m not, and anyone who says that is a bloody liar, okay? I just like to let people know I’m better than them. Sometimes. At some things. It’s not bragging if it’s true, is it?

(ooc: That he isn’t good enough. That he is lesser, that he is a disappointment. His perfectionist attitude is largely due to survivor’s guilt – he blames himself, in part, for what had happened to Robert, and had subconsciously spent the years following trying to make up for what he’d ‘done’, or hadn’t, as it were.)

WRITING SAMPLE

darkness. that was the first thing he was aware of. and soft covers – softer than the ones he had at his apartment. a distinct feeling of annoyance…

“–et up already!”

ah, yes. little sisters, he’s been told, were angels. it’s a good thing he doesn’t believe everything he’s told anymore. he buries his face further into the pillow, and tries not to think of why he made his way here in the middle of the night. “leave me alone.” he mutters, a little petulantly.

“dirk, it’s getting late. get up.”

“i can’t.” he groans, perhaps more wounded than he really was. “you’ll have to go on without me. i have reached the end of my tether, i can only further hold you back.”

“dirk.”

“i’ve lived a fulfilling life, i have no regrets. you have to promise me you’ll do the same.”

“dirk.”

“no.” he waves her away, burying his face further into the pillow, though that’s only to hide the growing grin upon his face. “i know it’s hard, but you can live without me, Sal, i believe in yo–” and the world flips, suddenly, upside down, light assaulting his eyes as his head hit the floor with a loud thud.

there is a moment of silence. from his place on the floor, he blinks. “why would you do that.”

“you were being dumb again.”

he sits up on his elbows, blinking up at her again. “you pushed me off the couch.” he repeats. “what kind of sister does that?”

she rolls her eyes, though there’s a hint of a smile pulling at her lips. she throws him a bottle of soda and he catches it. “go wash your face.” she says, sitting down beside him and opening a bottle of her own, evidently not expecting him to get up and go wash. “you’re gross.”

“thanks.” he deadpans, sitting up and leaning his back against the sofa. “i feel so loved.”

the room is silent, then, save for the sound of bottles clinking, the caps popped off and the bubbles hissing away. she adjusts herself for a moment, and dirk waits for the inevitable.

“well?” she asks, and she doesn’t have to add anything, she’s asked him this a hundred times: what’s going on? why did you come here in the middle of the night? why were you screaming in your sleep? why are you scared? why are you hurt? can’t you tell me, your sister, am i losing you too?

he doesn’t say anything. he never says anything. he is afraid his lips would open and his sins would all come spilling out, that he would tell her everything, everything, that she would not understand. That she would look at him and see something vile, something scary. that she would never want to look at him again. he says nothing. he can’t afford to lose her too.

“oh, i see.” she says, a lilt to her tone that would have suggested lightness, in a less dreary moment. “you can’t tell me, again.”

the air grows heavy between them, thick with secrets he can’t not keep. ‘i killed someone’, he wants to say, desperately, but doesn’t. he brings the bottle to his lips and takes a long swig instead.

he is not a murderer. he is not Dark, he is not a bad person, he is not a criminal. he knows this, he knows, and he knows they’re all just doing what has to be done, that Aversio is the only way, that fighting fire with fire is all that seems to work.

he knows this. he knows what they’re doing, and he knows why they’re doing it, and he knows why it’s important.

but some nights he needs to remember. some nights he seems to forget.

she rests her head against his shoulder, her hands wrapped around his arm. he only lasts a beat, or two, before he turns and envelopes her in his arms as well. he holds her tightly, his mouth pressed into a thin line, careful not to say a word or more would spill.

this is what he’s doing: murder.

this is why he’s doing it: she is here. she is here, and alive, and whole, and unharmed. she will stay this way, and he will make sure of it.

[rumpeltyltskyn]

all the odds

1. Your first OC ever?Ummmmm… A wolf named Sun Rise from when I was in fifth grade.



3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?On dA I’ve adopted some designs but not much ever came of them.



5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? Ah, damn. That’s tough. Binary maybe?



7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?They are kind of part of this big universe and all have their own stories that interconnect.



9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?*gathers them all up in my arms* no. 



11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? BINARY. He’s pure. 



13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? Several! But Marid comes to mind first. 



15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?
Definitely! I could talk about them for hours. Most people aren’t very interested though. 


17. Any OC OTPs? 
Definitely. Binary and Faye are a main one. Also Otto and Uni, Rose and Beryl, Rhea and Dimitri. 


19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)Faye means a lot to me because she is not only one of the oldest in the Heights universe, she is also strong and successful but still has to deal with her problems. 



21. Your most artistic OC
I haven’t thought much about this. It’s something to think about. 


23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?
Mikkel. Originally he was supposed to be a god-like being turned human that ends up proving himself and falling in love with a human girl. Now he isn’t turned human but has his powers reduced (and trapped in the universe) and he gets involved with some scientists trapped on an alien spacecraft. 


25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)Ummmmm… A winged girl named Taipa, or her daughter Rose. They have a similar body type to me. Though several of my OCs have bits of me in them. 



27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? Not really. Mostly my OCs inspired by other characters if they are inspired by anything specific. 



29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?
I have this set of trouble-making teens that would probably do something stupid like that. 


31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)
Binary would probably have an aesthetic blog, while Faye would reblog all science news stuff. 


33. Your shyest OC?
My character Uni’s name literally came from greeting to him as the “Usually Nervous Introvert” while I was planning him and UNI stuck. 


35. Any sibling characters? 
Oh definitely. Faye and Binary have a daughter named Sheridan and a son named Sojonour. I have a set of twin brother and sister named Sapphire and Onyx. There are more. 


37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human 
like half of my characters literally aren’t human??? So I’m not sure who to go with. 


39. Introduce any character you want 
So I’m in the process of resurrecting this character named Sean. He originally invented a way to time travel but that doesn’t really fit any more so he’s going to be a physicist that gets stuck on a space shift as its returning to its home planet on autopilot. 


41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)
My friend on dA did an art trade with me a drew Mikkel: http://percy-mcmurphy.deviantart.com/art/ART-TRADE-That-Kind-of-Omnipotent-Being-662331074


43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess
I don’t *think* so. I have such a wide variety of OCs. All different races, genders, sexualities, even species. I try to branch out with different characters as often as possibly. But I do like to based characters off of tv/movie characters sometimes. 


45. A character you no longer use?Well earlier I could have said Sean and Andy. But I’m working them back into the TH universe in a new way. OH! Cora, who used to be Mikkel’s girlfriend. And her cousin, Daphne. 


BONUS: 46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?Yeah, me. I’m mean. 


47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? 
Not yet I don’t think. 


49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes
Otto I think. And some of my younger characters. Idk.

[bigherosixfeels]

Surprise!

This is a little birthday gift for @xdarkxenergy!! I hope you like it :D

This fanfiction has themes based off of her fanfiction The ELEMENT Project, so if you haven’t read it, check it out!  ---

Fandom: Big Hero 6

Rating: K

Characters: Tadashi Hamada, Hiro Hamada, Fred, Wasabi, Honey Lemon, Gogo, Baymax, Aunt Cass....and your lovely OC’s! Danika, Aspen, Ted and Zach! (Yay, I finally wrote something involving them too! :D) 

Word Count: 2,161

Summary: Tadashi and all his friends and family are planning a little surprise...

While the Lucky Cat Cafe was closed, it felt just as busy as any regular day. Everyone was over, trying to finish up certain tasks in a rush. Yet, they all strived for perfection. To them, this day was no ordinary day. It was a day of celebration; of showing someone that they are appreciated. However, if they were to pull off such a surprise, they had to be quick, sneaky and clever. More than anything, they were equally looking forward to the end result of this day.

Tadashi walked down the stairs into the cafe, watching as everyone was working hard. His first instinct was to walk over and check on how his outgoing siblings, Hiro and Danika, were doing.

“Hey, you two,” he stated as he approached them; a hand being gently placed on their upper backs. “How’s the wrapping going?”

The question only earned a groan from his brother. “Awful! Bro, I know why we’re doing this, but why would you put me in charge of wrapping? You know how bad I am at this.”

Across the table came a cheerful giggle from their sister. “It’s really not that hard once you get the hang of it. Here, let me help.” Danika moved the present Hiro was working on closer to her. “Your problem is folding the sides in. You have to fold them like this,” she explained, showing her barely older brother the technique of present wrapping. 

As appreciative as Hiro could have been, he instead rolled his eyes in annoyance. “I’ve been doing that this whole time!” He exclaimed, growing impatient. “Maybe I should invent a robot that wraps presents perfectly no matter how big or small it is.”

Tadashi chuckled at the idea. Hearing his brother’s constant robotic ideas never failed to lighten his mood. “Not a bad idea, knucklehead. But for today, I would suggest doing it yourself.” The eldest Hamada ruffled Hiro’s hair and placed a quick kiss on top of Danika’s forehead before parting ways. He admired how well his two younger siblings got along. When Danika was first adopted into the family, Tadashi was so unsure of how her and Hiro would get along. The two didn't have the easiest start, but now they were inseparable and Tadashi couldn't be happier.

“Whoa, ‘Dash!” A familiar voice yelled, snapping Tadashi out of his thoughts. Looking down, the Hamada saw his good friends, Fred, Ted and Zach working on some decorations. “You almost stepped on that balloon!” Ted warned, moving it out of the way.

“Sorry,” Tadashi said apologetically. He examined the work area that the trio had created. The floor was covered in decorations that would soon be hung up all around the cafe. “How many balloons are you going to put up?”

“How many balloons did we buy again?” Zach asked, picking up a bag that was full of multicolored balloons.

“About a hundred I think.”

“Well that's how many are going up then!”

Tadashi shook his head, but couldn't help, but laugh. He just knew Ted and Zach would love Fred and vice versa. It was as if they knew each other since birth. They truly were brothers from other mothers.

“Where's the confetti?” Fred asked, frantically searching the area.

“Relax, dude! I got all the confetti we need right here!”

Tadashi’s eyes widened at the sight of how much confetti they had. “Guys! How many bags is that?”

“Only ten. You can never have too much confetti am I right, boys!”

“No way,” someone from behind them said. Looking over, they saw Wasabi who was frowning in disapproval due to the amount of confetti they were planning on using. “That is way too much! Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean up confetti? I do not want to be spending hours after the party cleaning up ten bags worth of this stuff!”

With Wasabi naturally being on cleaning duty, it was understandable why he didn't want too big of a mess to clean up. And with the amount of bags they had, he knew he would have to put a stop to their idea.

“Do you know how confetti works? It gets everywhere!” He shrieked, attempting to persuade his friends to think twice about their decorations. “And this is the cafe! If all ten bags get dumped everywhere, it’ll take months to get every piece out.”

The three exchanged looks with one another, processing their friends’ words.

“So...five bags?” Zach suggested.

Wasabi’s eyes opened in disbelief. “Wha--no! Do you see how much confetti is in each bag?! Do you!? I would normally allow one bag only, but since this is such a special occasion, I’ll let you use two.”

The compromise, while disappointing to them, didn’t stop them for cheering. “Aw man, you’re the best, dude!” Ted stated as Wasabi parted ways from them.

As Wasabi contently walked away, a warm smile formed on Tadashi’s face. Seeing his old and new friends together brought joy to him. They’ve all been close for a long time now, but seeing their friendships stronger than ever was one of the simple things that held Tadashi together.

“Let me know if you need help finishing up that banner. I’m gonna go check on the girls, okay?”

Tadashi walked into the kitchen area of the cafe, witnessing Honey Lemon, Aspen and his aunt, Cass cleaning up a powdery mess. How it ended up all over the counter and floor was beyond him, but he wasn’t going to ask any unnecessary questions. He couldn’t quite place it, whether it being what today was all about or that all of his friends were together in the same room, but he just felt overwhelmed with happiness. Unfortunately a feeling that he doesn’t experience as much these days given his past, but that wasn’t what mattered right now.

“Need some help in here, ladies?” Tadashi offered, grabbing a hold of a mop.

The girls, while slightly startled by Tadashi’s presence at first, couldn’t be happier to see him. Even with the three of them there, they all could admit they could use an extra hand for cleanup.

“Yes, thank you, sweetie.” Cass turned to the oven, announcing the completion of the baked good inside.

“So, what flavor did you decide to use?” Tadashi asked as he drenched the floor with mop water.

“Well, we originally wanted to a flavor that isn’t too standard,” Aspen began to explain, looking oddly disappointed.

Honey Lemon noticed this, and took the initiative to explain the rest. “--but we went with chocolate and played it safe.”

Tadashi placed a hand on Aspen’s shoulder, sending a friendly smile her way. “Hey that’s great. You can never go wrong with a classic flavor. Besides, I’m sure you two will figure out a really great way to decorate it. Though, I have to ask why did you put it in the oven?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I have fire powers. I could have baked your cake way faster than the oven.”

His joke earned nothing, but laughter. Accepting his mutation and powers was one of the hardest things he has ever had to overcome. Even to this day, it still surprises him what he can do. But being able to make lighthearted fun out of it was just proof with how far he’s come.

The scent of the cake seemed to hit all their nostrils simultaneously as they all hummed together. “Something tells me this cake is going to be a tasty one,” Cass declared.

In the midst of all the fun they were having, Tadashi noticed that something was a little off. He couldn’t quite place it at first, but then he realized what it was. “Hey...wasn’t Gogo supposed to be working with you?”

“She was, but she decided to be on lookout for our...special guest.”

Tadashi rose an eyebrow, finding it a little concerning that Gogo wanted to be alone. Though, he should have known it would happen sooner or later. Baking had never been her thing. If she didn’t want to help with that, she didn’t have to. The fact that she was here with everyone else today was what truly mattered. It was only a matter of time before the celebration would begin.

Shrugging it off, Tadashi offered if he could be of service for them, but he was dismissed. It was probably for the best since he had to take care of something himself real quick. He had almost forgotten that he needed to activate Baymax. It was just as important for his own invention to be attending this event as it was for everyone else.

By the time he activated him and got him downstairs to the cafe, everything was just about ready. The gifts were all wrapped, the decorations were almost all put up (Ted being in the process of hanging the banner) and the cake was frosted. Tadashi’s heart fluttered in an exciting manner. The party was about to start at any time. Only one person needed to arrive right now and he could hardly wait for that moment.

“Everyone! They’re here!” Gogo yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Everyone froze in their tracks for a second before scrambling to get into place.

“Guys, get over here! Places people!”

The group of friends gathered closely together, facing the door to the cafe. They anxiously waited as they heard footsteps approach. It seemed to take forever for the door to finally open.

But once it opened, they all yelled one thing together.

“Surprise! Happy Birthday, Megan!”

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(Bonus Part! Just for laughs)

The reaction they all received was unforgettable. They successfully surprised a very important person to them all. The party had officially started, and the next few hours would be filled with fun activities. It was certainly going to be a day to remember.

Though, before anyone could embrace the special guest, another group of people barged into the cafe. One was definitely of the human race. Another quite close in looks, but their pointed ears were questionable. There was a blue, masculine creature with a yellow feminine one by his side. Obviously as far from human as one could get. But what was really interesting was the tall, purple guy behind them all.

This group of unknown individuals was never seen by any of the others. Well...except for one. If it wasn’t surprising enough to be in a room by one group of fictional characters and OC’s, another had just made their way in.

“Who are you guys?” Tadashi asked, breaking the uncomfortably quiet silence.

The purple creature took the initiative to apologize on their behalf for barging in. “I am Thace,” he announced to the room of people. “This is Telenum, Rolo, Nyma and Shiro. We have travelled through galaxies to be here on this exact day for uh….x...darkxenergy’s birthday? Is that how I say it?” He asked, earning a polite nod in return.

“Xdarkxenergy? You know that’s not actually her name, right?” Ted asked the purple, bat-looking alien. “It’s Megan. Xdarkxenergy is just a screenname. How do you even know her?”

Rolo chuckled arrogantly in response. “Uh, she only writes the most important story ever. OURS. Ever heard of Heathens?”

“Uh duh! Who doesn’t like that song?”

The answer was enough to make Rolo slap himself in the forehead. “No! That is our story! The story she writes about us!”

“Wait, how do you all know her?” Shiro asked, trying to get some answers himself.

“She’s written a story about all of us too! It’s called The ELEMENT Project. Pretty cool, huh?”

Rolo scoffed. “Sounds kinda lame if you ask me.”

“Oh really?” Danika asked with a smirk growing on her face. “If it’s so lame, then why do we have a sequel?”

“Hey! Our story has only just begun! And its updates are pretty consistent. Let me guess, you guys are lucky to get a new chapter every month or something?”

“We got an update pretty recently thank you very much! Besides, it’s not when a new chapter gets published, it’s the quality of each chapter that matters.”

“Yeah well, at least most of our characters are actual people. She had to create half of you! You won’t even make it in the series I bet.”

Danika went over to Tadashi, whispering something in his ear. “What does he mean by, ‘series’?”

Before anyone else could say anything, the cafe door opened yet again, but this time it was someone the nerd gang and mutants (especial Tadashi) knew.

“Hey guys!” Evie greeted, walking inside the cafe with a neatly wrapped gift. “Sorry for being so late. I got caught up with school work and I had to deal wi--”

Her words got caught off with the scene unfolding in front of her. Most people she knew, but the obvious ones she didn’t. It was then that she felt a thick tension in the air.

“...Am I interrupting something?”

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Aaaand, I’ll leave it there! xD I hope you enjoyed that! I wanted to add that it was sorta a voltron fic too, but I didn’t want to spoil that surprise xD Happy sweet sixteen @xdarkxenergy ! I hope you have a great day! :D