#narrator voice it was nothing like ff.10

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wow. just like in ff10

#narrator voice it was nothing like ff.10 #xenoblade chronicles #my drawing #xenoblade #alvis #shulk #????????????????????? #will i ever actually draw alvis in full? no #not out of spite or anything it just never happens.........dkgljdnfldf #meant to be a quick thingy ended up being uhhhh...

[artistic-writer]

Love Finds a Way :: CS Jurassic World AU :: Ch 10

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer​

Summary: Emma Swan is the Head of Operations for David Nolan’s exotic adventure park, Jurassic World.  She has a son, Henry, and is loved and respected by her colleagues. Her life was perfect until a new dinosaur the park created, Indominus Rex, decided to escape.  Oh, and her one night stand, Killian Jones - he’s there to help contain the asset. Just to complicate things even more.  Jurassic World AU.

Rating: M (for people getting eaten)

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: We are so close to the end of this fic and I have never had so much fun writing about a dinosaur battle than I have in this chapter!  This chapter took me a bit to write because, as you’ll see, it is mostly action with very little dialogue and is a tad longer than those previous, but as ever, I hope you all enjoy yourselves! Captain Cobra feels ahoy! This chapter also leads immediately on from ch 9, so if you haven’t read that one, you can find it HERE Also, pushed a few little easter eggs in there, as found by my lovely beta @resident-of-storybrooke​ - can you find them too? ;)

Taglist: @hollyethecurious @kmomof4 @resident-of-storybrooke @cocohook38 @sherlockianwhovian @wordsmith-storyweaver@winterbaby89 @kymbersmith-90  @killianmesmalls @killian-whump @nonnyj @jennjenn615   @thislassishooked @searchingwardrobes @doodlelolly0910 @cs-forlife @darkcolinodonorgasm @mariakov81 @xemmaloveskillianx @carpedzem @effulgentcolors @shardminds @hookedonapirate​

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The hall was narrow, the three of them rushing back the way they had come, Killian’s boots scuffing the floor as he struggled for balance. The gun in his hand made him heavier on one side, biceps bulging under the rolled sleeves of his shirt as he gripped it and clung to Emma’s hand with the other. He practically dragged her along, Henry completing the human train as he gripped his mother’s sweaty fingers in a desperate attempt to keep up, his younger legs taking twice as many steps to stay with them. The door was in sight. Outside would be dangerous, Killian knew that, but the chances of them remaining alive whilst trapped inside a lab with a raptor who had tasted blood were very much against them.

The shattering of glass made Emma scream and she pinched her eyes closed as Killian tugged her arm a little too hard to stop her from advancing any more. Delta, having finished off her Walsh sized snack and hungry for more, burst through another pane, showering cubes of safety glass all across the hall in front of them. The dinosaur skidded awkwardly to a stop, scrambling for a foothold as Killian turned them all around and pushed Emma and Henry ahead of him, putting himself between them and Delta.

The raptor let out a screech, short and frustrated, something Killian had come to recognize from her as he had raised them. She had always been a bit of a troublesome youngster, too quick to react instead of thinking a problem through like her littermates. Killian used it to their advantage, using the time it took the man-height dinosaur to work out she couldn’t chase them at full speed on the slippery, tiled floor to make their escape. The sound of their feet pounding the hard floor was lost in the thundering footsteps of Delta behind them, both echoing around them as the hall opened up into the visitor’s center main lobby.

“This way!” Killian urged quickly, nodding his head towards the other side of the lobby.

Emma gave Henry another small push, making sure the boy was ahead of them both and running as fast as he could. Delta screeched again, closing in on her targets, and the sound reverberated around them, making Emma’s skin crawl with a tingling sensation. Sweat beaded her brow and the top of her bosom, her skin clammy, sticking the vest she was wearing to her skin. Henry’s hair had stuck to his forehead, adrenaline coursing through his body, but even though his vision was slightly cloudy from the room whizzing past his as he ran, his mind was as sharp as ever.

The middle of the room was where the visitor center had a holographic interactive dinosaur learning computer. Users needed to push a button to engage the learning module, complete with a life sized holographic version of the dinosaur they had chosen. As they ran passed it, Henry slapped an open palm to one of the glowing buttons, hoping, praying, that it would buy them some time. After a millisecond, the computer beeped and a full sized Dilophosaurus sprang up behind them, causing Delta to crane her neck back as she slid to a stop just in front of the dinosaur now in her path.

The hologram hissed, its neck frill flaring in aggression, something that since the first park opened, scientists had proved to be false. Henry ignored the inaccuracy because it had worked, Delta rearing and giving a screeching cry at the shaking dinosaur in front of her, claws ready to swipe as she began to circle sideways. The hologram didn’t move, repeating the hissing action as a narrator talked from the speaker behind it. Delta let out a roar, jumping at the intruder who dared interrupt her hunt, only to come out on the other side of the blue shimmer confused. She spun on her heels, attempting the move again but to the same result, giving Killian, Emma and Henry enough time to reach the front doors and slip outside without her noticing.

The heavy wooden doors were rigged to close behind them, so Killian led the charge down the steps in long strides, only to rush head first into another of the raptors. Blue, with her distinctive coloured stripe down her neck and body, was standing to full attention in front of them, eyeing the man she saw as Alpha with two morsels. Her yap of excitement told Killian she was keen to share his spoils, thinking that he had brought her food, so he put himself between her and Emma and Henry, puffing his chest out. He knew it might not do any good, not with the Indominus around, and especially when he heard a bang on the doors behind them and Delta appeared at the top of the staircase in search of her lost quarry.

She roared, moving down the steps slowly, deliberately, eyes with slit like pupils fixed on Henry. Killian turned to her, towering over Emma and Henry as he stared her down, reducing her cries to nothing more than a hiss as she circled them with her blood stained maw still dripping with her last meal. Killian’s grip on the gun tightened even more, his fingertips turning white as he instinctively lifted an arm to try and hold the raptors back, a move he would forever be weary of around Delta, but still hoping they understood his gesture.

The high pitched screech of a third raptor made Henry cry out, his small body bumping into his mother’s as Echo appeared beside them, her sandy coloured tiger like stripes almost flashing brighter with her excitement at finding prey. She took a step towards them, Killian watching her out of the corner of his eye and Emma and Henry huddled up behind him, the gap between them and the three raptors becoming ever smaller as the reptiles formed a circle around them.

“So, that’s how it’s going to be, eh, ladies?” Killian said softly, keeping eye contact with Blue. Even after all the times he had been there for his girls, fought to keep them as wild as he could, he would never fault them for simply being themselves. If they tore him limb from limb, he would never blame them. It was their nature, a nature that man had no right trying to tame.

The beta raptor growled, the sound in her throat more than anywhere else as she took a step towards the three of them. Delta and Echo were in attack formation, closing in on both sides, so there was no escape. Blue made an odd crackling sound again, her pupils dilating and her eyes flashing in the overhead lights as Killian slowly leaned sideways to put his gun down. The muzzle touched the ground first and without breaking eye contact with his beta, Killian let the barrel slide along the pavement until he had no choice but to drop the gun the rest of the way. The stock hit the floor with a clattering sound and he righted himself, face to face with Blue.

She had calmed somewhat, seeming to have her own internal conflict about the situation laid out in front of her. Her sisters cawed and screeched, eager to sink their teeth into what they saw before them, but they wouldn’t until Blue gave the word. And Killian knew it. His face was so close to Blue’s that each time she breathed, the hot, putrid air from her nostrils fogged his face. She blinked, a small affectionate grunting noise coming from the back of her throat as she simply watched her Alpha, a silence falling between them that made Emma start to shiver and sweat even more than the humidity had made her already.

Killian closed the gap even more, slowly raising his hand, trying to abstain from shaking. Blue’s lips curled back in a low growl of warning, her eyes flicking towards his hand as Killian moved it higher still, almost touching her snout. Blue snapped, not really meaning anything by it other than another warning that Killian promptly ignored.

“There, lass,” he whispered smoothly and Emma wondered how his voice managed to remain so even. “Easy.”

Blue snorted but allowed his advance. Killian watched her, knowing that he would have no time to respond now if she decided to change her mind about being amicable. He lifted his arm a little higher, moving to the back of Blue’s head, her beady eye swivelling in its socket as his palm made contact with the ridges of her reptilian skin and she let out a human-like groan.

“Easy,” Killian whispered, his words almost inaudible to Emma who clutched Henry to her even harder.

Blue relaxed a little, blinking her eyes a few more times as he growling turned into a purr at Killian’s touch, the approval of her Alpha all she was seeking. Killian’s fingertips reached the lock keeping Blue’s headcam fixed to her head and turned the mechanism towards himself, the click and snap of an opening buckle making Blue rear back a little. Her movement dislodged the head strap and the weight of the camera pulled it free, and it hit the ground with a smashing glass sound.

Blue simply purred again, the offending item now gone where it had previously been such an aggravation. Her eyes softened, subtly, so subtly that only he would have noticed, and Killian’s lips ticked up at the corners as he slowly lowered his arm.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it, lass?” He quirked an eyebrow at the raptor in front of him and Blue’s lips rippled a little, something Killian’s recognized she only did when she was pleased.

 They all stiffened when a roar sounded out from in front of them, morphing into a growl. Emma could barely stop herself shaking with fear, her eyes glazed over and fixed on the darkness. The raptors were one thing, but this growl was from something much larger, something more dangerous, unmistakably the Indominus Rex. Her hand wrapped around Henry’s so hard that he winced in pain from her fingernails, not even really noticing when his eyes fixed onto the ripple of water in the puddles as huge footsteps grew louder.

Blue whipped around, her tail almost slapping across Killian’s abdomen as the Indominus Rex appeared from around the side of a kiosk, the strewn chairs becoming a mess of mangled metal under her feet. The ground shook as she stepped forward, long, steady strides than made the ground beneath their feet feel like it was moving out from under them. Delta and Echo both switched positions too, still at Killian, Emma and Henry’s side, but now obediently focused on the much larger dinosaur approaching them.

The Indominus took a few more steps before coming to a stop and letting out a roar, the stench of rotten meat and fish coating them all in a fine mist from her breath where she was so close. Blue reared up, seeming to make herself higher, shielding Killian’s view. He was frozen in place, arm still outstretched as if he could control the huge, part raptor dinosaur just as he could with his own raptors, eyes burning with the need to blink where he was so focused on the threat in front of them.

The Indominus made a chirping noise, the size of her vocal cords making the sound much deeper and almost like a cough, but Killian knew it was unmistakably her trying to communicate with the raptors. More short barks followed, her massive jaws opening just a tad each time, her tails whipping to the side furiously and her claws clenching her hands into spiky fists as she spoke to her kin. Killian wasn’t a stupid man, and after their interaction in the forest, he knew exactly what she was trying to say. When Blue turned to face him with a hiss of her own, it was clear.

The Indominus wanted what Blue had. Three tasty bite-sized prizes.

Killian shifted his weight, inching back a little and letting his arm drop to his side. It wasn’t up to him anymore. Blue let out a series of yips, high pitched and almost like toddler chatter as she took in Killian and let her lips curl. She was trying to tell him something, Killian knew it, but he had never been in this sort of situation before. All he knew was that her eyes were soft, the ripple of her lips along her mouths edge was a good sign, a happy sign, and he had to have faith in her.

He gave her a quick smile and she seemed to understand, blinking rapidly in excitement. Blue was asking what to do, what her alpha wanted her to do, and Killian couldn’t stop the smirk on his face as he blinked, refocusing his gaze on the Indominus, and Blue instantly spun to face the Indominus with a screeching roar. Ragefully, the huge dinosaur roared back, the sound vibrating right through them where they stood, as she lunged forward and headbutted Blue out of the way, sending the smaller dinosaur flying into a nearby concrete pillar.

Blue’s body hit the hard surface so hard that the concrete crumbled like sand, exposing the metal rebars inside the column. Her tail flew out and hit a window, shattering the glass that spilled out onto the floor and created a bed of shards that her lifeless body fell onto. Blue lay still, the brightness in her yellow eyes disappearing as her eyelids closed and she exhaled hard. Killian had to rein in his emotions, turning back to face the Indominus with a renewed hatred for the hybrid as, satisfied with her actions, she took a menacing step towards them.

Killian’s arms flew out to the side and he tried to shield Emma and Henry as best he could, stumbling a little over a crack in the floor as he eased backwards and they moved with him. Emma began to cry harder, a whimper in her voice that he knew she was trying to hide from her son. Henry clutched the back of Killian’s shirt, pulling the material so it felt tight against his shoulder, but Killian ignored it. He stared down the rex, another huge step closer making him seem even more imposing than she already did, when Delta suddenly let out an almighty cry from beside them.

Killian’s head whipped sideways, watching Delta as she squatted low and tensed her claws against the ground. Echo joined in, mirroring her sister and roaring at the Indominus, the sound of the water fountain behind her lost in the sound. They were ready to attack, their claws flexing on their front feet eagerly, whole bodies tensed to the maximum so that every single one of their muscles was visible to their enemy. Killian’s stomach dropped and he inched another step backwards with Emma and Henry, knowing exactly what was about to transpire.

The raptors were asking permission from him, their Alpha.

Killian took a huge breath, steadying himself, before curling his bottom lip under his teeth and then whistling as hard as he could. The sound came out, thankfully, louder than all of the commotion around them, and the two raptors moved instantly. Echo was quicker, racing towards the Indomnius as low to the ground as she could, gaining as much speed as her legs would allow, before leaping into the air with an attack cry and sinking her claws into the side of the Indominus Rex. The larger reptile roared, trying to dislodge the smaller one, but Echo held on, tearing into the Indominus’ shoulder and sinking her jaws into the ridged bumps along her spine.

Delta was quick to join her sister, leaping onto the rex’s neck and digging at the skin there like a terrier, her claws effortlessly slicing through to the bone. With another angry bellow, the Indominus spun around, trying to dislodge her two attackers, disoriented and confused by their sudden mutiny. She tried to reach them, jerking her head backwards but unable to grab ahold of either of them, her claws ripping into her own skin as she changed tactics and tried to pull them off that way.

Whilst the dinosaurs were distracted, Killian saw their opportunity to reach safety, grabbing his gun for good measure. He grabbed Emma’s hand, knowing she would grab onto Henry’s too, and pulled with all his might, racing out of the situation under the tail of the Indominus Rex. Her tail swung around behind them, narrowly missing Henry as she smashed one of the fountains, sending shards of glass and droplets of water everywhere. Henry broke free from his mother, taking the lead and vaulting over the counter of a nearby kiosk, Emma following suit and both of them landing inside with a grunt.

Killian circled around the dinosaur in front of him, her piercing screech tearing through his ears like a needle. He ignored it, lifting the rifle to his face for stability and better accuracy as he looked down the iron sights and pulled the trigger. The muzzle of his gun flashed with orange, the short bursts of bullets hitting the Indominus right where he had aimed, more blood flowing out of the creature as she cried out in fury. The sound of the raptors pulling at her flesh made him pause, swallowing hard and trying to ignore the fact that they were probably too far gone to recall now. He had to be careful, lest they turn on him too.

The Indominus changed her stance, attempting to remove the two dinosaurs ripping into her flesh by dipping low to the ground. Her tail flew up, narrowingly missing Killian as he took shelter behind another fountain, the giant, orange glass sculpture a replica of a mosquito stuck in amber. He leaned against the glass, the material cold on his back, and fumbled with the mechanism of his gun, trying to reload the rifle with one eye on what was going on behind him. He took his eyes off the dinosaurs for a second, unable to reload the weapon without looking, and then looked up to see one of his raptors slide across the wet ground in front of him.

Echo righted herself quickly, almost coming to a stop outside of the small shop Henry and Emma were huddled inside for safety. Henry jumped a little, freezing to the spot he had made into a sort of teddy bear fort at the back of the kiosk. He was scared, but he couldn’t stop thinking, his brain churning over and over with the same thought.

“We need more,” he whispered to himself, counting on his fingers to confirm his thoughts.

“More what?” Emma spun to look at him from where she had been watching Killian over the counter and gave him a questioning frown. Henry nodded, half to himself and half to her, meeting her gaze.

“More teeth. We need more teeth,” Henry said quickly, still short of breath from running.

A moment of confusion for Emma was followed by a moment of realisation. Of course. Henry was right. He was always right. They needed more teeth because the Indominus was full of them, her hybrid status making her more formidable than any other carnivore that had ever walked the earth. There was only one way they were going to defeat her, for good this time, and that was, indeed, with more teeth.

“Stay here,” Emma whispered to her son, grabbing his face in her hands. Her thumbs brushed over his cheeks, wiping away the tears stains on his slightly red cherub cheeks. “I’ll be back, I promise,” she nodded. When Henry nodded back, Emma leaned forward and kissed his forehead, sealing her promise with the soft press of her lips to his skin.

Scrambling to her feet, Emma reached for the first aid box on the way. She slammed her hand against the latch, sending the lid falling until it hit a shelf, and grabbing the flare that was inside. She was going to need a little more help for her plan to work fully, so she also reached for the radio that each employee used to communicate around the park, the sound of static hissing from the speaker.

With a short, nervous breath that shook her entire body, Emma clambered over the kiosk counter, ignoring the sound of gunfire and the roaring shriek of the raptor that flew passed her and leapt back onto the back of the Rex once more. Killian watched, his brow pulling together in confusion, as Emma ran off into the darkness, the sound of her heels against the tarmac echoing into nothing as she got further away. He didn’t know where she was going, and he didn’t have time to find out before the Indominus shook the ground with another hefty step towards him.

Killian wasted no time when the opportunity to fire was so obvious, leaning against the yellow glass to stabilize himself and aiming straight at the massive reptile. One, two, three direct hits had her whirling around towards him, but she didn’t have a chance to see him because Echo was back on her, crawling up her back and sinking her teeth into the back of the Indominus’ neck. It was a fatal mistake, Echo’s blood lust blinding her strategy because it gave the Indominus time to reach around and clamp the smaller raptor in her jaws.

Echo’s high pitched shriek was cut short as her life ended, her body falling limp in the Indominus’ maw before she was thrown through the window of another nearby kiosk. Killian wasn’t sure what the kiosk was for, but when Echo’s body hit a still burning gas barbecue style burner, the canister of gas exploded and engulfed the dead raptor in flames. The Indominus spun around on the spot, trying to reach the other dinosaur terrorizing her, and when she whipped her tail into the amber sculpture Killian was hiding behind, it sent him racing for somewhere else to hide.

Chunks of orange glass littered the ground around him but he managed to dodge them in an attempt to reach the kiosk where Henry was already hiding. Just as Killian leapt over the counter, hip sliding against the metal surface and the arm holding his gun held aloft to balance himself, the Indominus managed to snatch up Delta in her powerful jaws and flung her aside like she was nothing. Killian landed in the kiosk silently, crouching down in front of Henry and silencing the boy with a single finger that he pressed to his lips. He cast his eyes sideways as if he could look behind him when the rumbling snuffle of the Indominus reverberated through the air as she searched for more prey.

The kiosk was plunged into darkness, the Indominus casting a huge shadow over the whole area as she walked past. Her growl was different now, somewhat infuriated, and Henry swallowed hard as her huge head and eye appeared in his view. Her pupil narrowed and she let out a roar at having found what she was looking for, the whole kiosk rocking from side to side as she bashed into it with her bulk. Toys and other merchandise tumbled from the shelves overhead, hitting both Henry and Killian, who had tried to shield the boy as much as he could with his bigger bulk.

Killian would die for Henry, he was pretty sure of it in that moment. He wasn’t his boy, but Killian understood what people said when they loved a child so unconditionally that they would be willing to sacrifice themselves for that child’s life. If the Indominus wanted Henry, she would have to go through him. Henry screamed, his voice so high pitched that the sound reminded Killian of just how young the boy was and how real his fear would manifest at that age. Killian cradled him in his arms, trying to cover his view, but when the Indominus punched a hole into the side of the kiosk and tried to claw them out with her scythe like fingers, Henry screamed even louder.

Killian pulled Henry with him as he flattened himself to the opposite wall, bunching the boy in his arms. The rex reached in further, one of her fingers nearly catching Henry’s leg, but Killian was too quick. He pulled Henry closer still, the razor sharp talon just missing the boy’s flesh and scoring a line into the concrete floor as she withdrew it, the sound of Henry’s cries echoing in Killian’s ears.

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“Ruby! Ruby, can you hear me?” Emma yelled into the speaker of the radio in her hands. Her voice was jostled on account of her running so fast, and she nearly dropped it a few times, but when she released the button and heard Ruby’s voice return, she was so relieved.

“Yes! Yes, I’m here!” Ruby answered enthusiastically, pressing the one speaker headset to her ear so she could make out Emma’s words clearly. “Hey, where are you?” Ruby urged, eyes scanning the operations room as if Emma was there.

“I need you to open paddock 9,” Emma ordered, feet pounding the pavement as she ran, her ankles aching in her high heels.

“Paddock 9?” Ruby asked quickly, frowning. She slid her wheeled chair sideways to the gate control panel and shook her head at what she was seeing. Paddock 9 was huge, industrially built to house one of the islands main assets. “Are you kidding?” Ruby squeaked, entering the override code but hovering her fingers over the enter button reluctantly.

“Ruby, just do it!” Emma repeated, looking directly at the camera next to the paddock gate that she was sure Ruby was watching. The not so distant roar of the Indominus made Emma’s heart pound even harder in her chest and she gripped the flare in her hand even tighter. “Do it now!”

Ruby dropped her headset, fixing her gaze on the camera footage of Emma. She was dirty, ruffled hair and torn clothes, but definitely powerful as she stood outside the huge metal gates and stared into the camera defiantly. Emma tossed the walkie aside, the plastic device disappearing off the screen as Ruby fought with herself internally. Opening paddock 9 could be disastrous, and she had no idea what Emma was thinking, but she had to trust her. Emma wasn’t just her boss, but her friend, so with a grimace, Ruby touched the enter button on the screen and a siren sounded to warn of the gate opening.

There was a red light beside the gate’s keypad and it flashed and spun around in its little dome. A claxon sounded out and Emma took deeper breaths, hoping the shake in her legs would not hinder her plan in any way. She pulled the lid of the flare, a bright, red flame shooting from the end and bathing the whole area in a glow like a warning beacon. The smell of the flare filled Emma’s nostrils but she ignored it, watching, waiting, fighting her flight response as the four foot thick door rose in front of her.

The silence was broken but the even thud of footsteps, paddock 9’s occupant drawn to the sound of the door opening. Years of conditioning had taught her it was food that came through the door, day or night, saliva dripping from her worn toothed jaw as she made her way towards the red glow in the doorway. Emma stood fast, unable to make out anything in the blackness of the paddock in front of her, the ground shaking beneath her feet and the stench of rotting flesh wafting out of the trees as her fingers gripped at the flare even harder. This was madness. There was already at least one dinosaur full of teeth running free on the island, but the sound of rumbling breath told Emma it was too late to go back now.

She was here.

All Emma could see was darkness were two tiny pinprick glows that approached the light she held in her hand, growing bigger with each step the dinosaur took, its eyes reflecting the flare in the darkness. Emma, frozen to the spot, watched as, out of the darkness, a Tyrannosaurus Rex approached her, eyes fixated on the flare in her hand. When the dinosaur reached the threshold, Emma waved the flare a little, making sure she had her full attention, before spinning on her heels and breaking into a sprint away from the paddock gate and back towards the visitor center.

So far, Emma’s plan was working. More teeth, Henry had said, and more teeth she had found. Despite its lack of attention from the new visitors to the island in the wake of newer dinosaurs, the T-Rex was one of the biggest and most dangerous carnivores on the island. In fact, she was the exact same dinosaur that had been introduced to the original park, the beast matured and monstrous now she had aged by two decades, her body scarred to prove her superiority. Emma had to run faster than she had anticipated to keep out of her reach and when the deep, ground shaking footsteps behind her were lost behind a deep, guttural roar, she couldn’t help the panicked squeak that escaped her lips.

Emma’s ears buzzed with adrenaline, the water from the puddles she was stepping in soaking her feet, but she ignored it as she ran through the gates to where the Indominus was still wreaking havoc. The T-Rex was still behind her and she could almost feel the dinosaur’s breath on her neck as she rushed into the light, the Indominus noticing her at the last second before Emma launched the lit flare at the dinosaur and peeled off into the darkness.

The flare hit the Indominus in the shoulder, singeing the opening wounds she had sustained there and making her turn towards what had caused her so much pain. The flare was forgotten almost instantly when she laid eyes of the T-rex, the other dinosaur breaking through a skeleton with an almighty roar of dominance, challenging the Indominus who returned the roar. As the two dinosaurs took each other in, circling around and crushing debris beneath their feet, it was clear that it wasn’t just raptor in the Indominus. She was clearly part Tyrannosaurus Rex too, her thick thighs and three toed bipedal stance almost an exact mirror image of the older dinosaur in front of her.

Emma, who had been displaced by the T-Rex breaking through the skeleton, lay behind her newly acquired ally, staying as still as she could behind the T-rex as the Indominus tried to intimidate the other dinosaur with another piercing cry. Emma locked eyes with Killian who had stood up inside the kiosk at the sound of another huge dinosaur. Seeing Emma made his heart flutter, a relief washing over him, but she wasn’t out of danger yet, the two dinosaurs sizing each other up mere feet away.

The rex took a lumbering step forward and her deeper roar shook the whole kiosk. Henry was up now, curiosity overriding his fear. The T-rex had always been one of his favourite dinosaurs, powerful and mean, with a tiny brain that was attuned to just the most simple of tasks. Eating, breeding and killing. This was her island, and she would kill to defend it. When Henry moved a little too close to the front of the kiosk, Killian’s arm flew across his chest to stop him, just as the T-rex broke into a sprint, jaws agape and eyes wide with intent as she headed straight for the Indominus.

The two dinosaurs collided in a mess of teeth and claws, the Indominus having the reach advantage because of her long arms, but the T-rex getting the better of her when she grabbed her by the neck and crunched down through the Indominus’ slightly armoured skin there. The dinosaurs shifted position, the T-rex holding onto the Indominus’ neck as she spun them both around to gain more of an advantage. The Indominus lowered herself in an attempt to slip from the rex’s jaws, but it just aided the giant dinosaur in gaining more of a grip. One of their tails slammed into a lampost, sending the metal pole flying and sparks shooting from the damaged electrics so close to Emma that she was shaken back to reality.

The T-rex pushed harder on the Indominus’ skin, the ridges much tougher than her own, her teeth taking a while to pierce through. It gave the Indominus a window of opportunity that she took, circling her head out of the T-Rex’s mouth and then turning offensive, using her longer arms to claw at the T-Rex’s face. One of her sharpened claws dug in, slicing the T-Rex across the face, causing the dinosaur to stumble back a little, carelessly snapping her jaws in an attempt to end the assault.

Her foot slipped out from under her and the T-Rex fell to the ground, a desperate roar strangled in her throat when the Indominus clamped her jaws down on her neck. Her back legs flailed wildly, her only other means of defense, but it was to no avail, and the Indominus dragged her huge bulk sideways and tossed her aside where she smashed through the side of the kiosk Henry and Killian had been hiding in.

Killian rushed Henry aside, the open jaws of the T-Rex only just missing him as she cried out, her yellowed teeth mere inches from his face.

“Run!” Emma screamed, drawing Killian’s attention.

When the dinosaurs retreated out of the kiosk to continue their fight, Killian hustled Henry’s fear frozen body forward and out of the hole that had now been created in the side of the kiosk.

“Go! Go!” He ushered hastily, ducking to avoid debris when the Indominus overpowered the T-Rex again and sent the dinosaur crashing to the ground behind them.

They ran towards where Emma had hunkered down behind another fountain sculpture, this one of blackened lava rocks, her arms wide open and expectant. Henry rushed into her embrace, burying his face in her chest, his arms wrapped so tightly around her body that Emma thought she might break in half any second. Killian laid a hand on Henry’s back where it brushed against Emma’s and she looked up from kissing the top of her son’s head to meet his gaze. There was something in Killian’s eyes she hadn’t seen before, something that scared her a little, more so at this moment than any other, and she wanted - needed - to know if Killian felt the same way she did.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe the imminent danger, but Emma surged forward and grabbed Killian’s face with one hand, pulling his lips to hers where she kissed him as hungrily as she could with her son pinned between them. Killian kissed her back, pushing hard, his lips sliding against hers and his head tilting to accommodate her nose as it brushed his face, the tip cold from the night air. He felt the same, he always had, and despite this moment being that absolute worst time to figure it out, Emma wanted him as much as he wanted her.

The sound of the T-Rex roaring again broke them apart, the moment fading away in the anguished cry of the nearly defeated dinosaur. They both looked, Killian keeping a gentle grip on her elbow to stay tethered to her, and the T-Rex was down. She had sustained some injuries, fresh, red blood dripping from wounds as the Indominus towered over her and had her pinned to the ground by her head. There was a soft snuffling noise that came from the Indominus, victorious and pleased with herself, but it was drowned out by the call of a raptor that had everything with a pair of eyes looking towards the visitor centre doors.

The sound echoed again, a battle cry of sorts, as Blue came thundering around a kiosk with her head held high and her feet pounding the ground confidently. She raced towards the two dinosaurs, gathering speed with a lowered stance and a hiss of aggression declaring her intentions. The Indominus looked up in time to see her leap into the air, vault off of the downed T-Rex and attach herself to the side of her, Blue’s claws on all four feet sinking into her scaly flesh once more.

In the center of her back, Blue was unreachable, the Indominus violently shaking her body from side to side in an attempt to rid herself of the annoyance. Blue held on, jaws pulling chunks of flesh from the back of the dinosaur who had dared to oppress her and her sisters. The Indominus was not a raptor, she never would be, and distracted by Blue clawing at her skin, she had failed to notice the T-Rex had got back to her feet until her neck was once again in the vice grip of her jaws.

With a renewed energy, the T-Rex used her added weight to push the Indominus back until she hit the side of a building, the tall glass windows shattering and showering them with shards and sparks from a broken electrical outlet. The T-Rex ignored the Indominus when she cried out, desperately clawing at anything that would rid her of the assault. The T-Rex’s short arms were out of her reach and she rearranged her grip on the Indominus’ neck, twisting the collection of muscle and bone until the Indominus roared a pained cry.

Blue jumped between the two dinosaurs, using the T-rex for balance and cover when the Indominus managed to swipe a claw too close. The Indominus was running out of steam, Killian could tell, her raptor based genes built for sprinting and not a marathon. The energy she had exerted during this fight was taking its toll, and Killian used the opportunity to make sure Emma and Henry were on their way to safety. With a nod he motioned for them to move, all three of them running under the tail of the T-Rex as she, again, reasserted her grip on the Indominus by clamping her jaws shut around her head.

Henry led the charge away, through a shop that was partially open at both ends because it had no doors. Half way through the outlet, the sound of glass smashing made him skid to a stop, Blue sliding through the broken glass where she had been tossed from the back of the Indominus. The raptor simple rose back to her feet, none the worse for wear, and jumped back into the action, her shrill cry piercing the air as she leapt back at the Indominus Rex. The T-rex had the Indominus by the head again, shaking her own in an attempt to disorientate her foe. At one point, the Indominus wriggled free, but the T-Rex simple heaved her bulk into the other dinosaur who went crashing through an entire building where she fell onto her side with a groan.

The T-rex didn’t relent, chasing after the huge reptile and grabbing her by the head once more, blood from the Indominus’ previous wounds now restricting her sight. With a heaving sigh, the Indominus flailed her back legs, wildly kicking out at nothing as the T-Rex dragged the hulk of a dinosaur along the ground with her powerful neck muscles, finally tossing her aside like a rag doll where she crashed through a safety barrier next to the huge Mosasaurs lake.

The T-Rex and Blue watched from a distance as the Indominus rose to her feet, shaking her head from side to side like a wet dog, parts of glass and rebar sticking out of her body in all locations. One of her forearms had become limp and she was unable to keep herself steady as she attempted one last roar of defiance at the T-Rex. Defensively, Blue and the T-rex roared back, but there would be no more fighting between them, because, as she prepared to attack once more, the Indominus was grabbed by a gigantic Mosasaur. The monstrous aquatic beast breached the lake surface to beach itself on the concrete, taking the Indominus between her jaws and pulling her prey back into the lake to drown it.

A silent calm fell over the whole area, just the spark of electricity and the ripple of disturbed water the only sounds that could be heard. Blue let out an appreciative grumble noise in her through, the sound barely moving her lips as she took a tentative step back from the T-Rex. The huge lumbering beast simply stared at her, tired and weary from her fight, gave her a quick glance before heading off into the darkness of the island. Emma, Henry and Killian were all looking on, shocked by what had transpired, least of all Killian, who had never known raptors to work with any other species but their own. It seemed humans were not the only ones to band together for a common purpose.

Killian stepped forward out of their hiding place, Blue watching his every step. She was making a purring sound, the sound of happiness, the sound she only made when he was around. She was injured but they were superficial wounds and Killian knew they would heal just fine in time. He stared at her, watching the look in her eyes that told him she wanted to be free, to be able to live her life the way nature intended, and so Killian was caught in an internal struggle. For the safety of the island, she should be contained, but he had never seen the spark in her eyes as bright as it was now, and so he simply watched as, after a soft nod, she too disappeared into the forests of Isla Nublar.

#cs au #cs ff #cs fanfic #love finds a way #lfaw #ch 10 #jurassic world au #jw au #killian jones #emma swan #liam jones #henry #walsh #ruby lucas #dinosaurs eat people #fanart for fanfic #have you noticed how I did all the fanart? #after saying i never would after BNAN #im a sucker

[mindibindi]

Do you have any tips for writing fanfiction?

Hey, Anon, thanks for the ask and sorry about the delayin replying. I’ve been writing fanfiction for so long that I’ve gotten into abit of a routine with it so I had to have a think about what I actually do. These tipsare based on my own writing practice, experience and approach to fanfic.But I would encourage you to keep asking this question, keep chatting withother authors (some might be kind enough to comment here) as you search for your ownunique writing style and practice. Everyone’s will be different and, as long asit works, I say stick with it. I’m assuming that you’re a new or aspiringauthor so I hope one, some or all of these tips prove useful.

1. Get In The Zone: Find the time of day when yourbest writing happens. For me (rather inconveniently when there’s work to bedone), this is first thing in the morning. For others, I’ve heard it’s themiddle of the day or late at night. But you will know this time when you find itbecause words and ideas will flow freely and easily, faster sometimes than yourfingers can keep up. Revel in this time, use it well then stop writing when theenergy runs out. Nothing good was ever produced by pushing past inspirationinto frustration or exhaustion. That said, inspiration can strike at any time – while watchingan ep or taking a walk or going about your work or trying to fall asleep. When itdoes – whether it’s an opening line, a plot point or snippet of dialogue – jotthose ideas down.

2. Watch (and Rewatch) Your Source Material: Thismay sound obvious (and not much of a chore for a fan) but watching whatevermovie/show/whatever you’re working from helps you to pick up the jargon of thatworld, to absorb the particular milieu, to know the people, places and canon(before you presumably diverge from it). The best fanfic gets both the bigpicture and the little details right. Without these firmly in place, you riskwriting a story that doesn’t ring true to the basic characters, tone orsituation you’re attempting to emulate. You want to extend a reality you love,not break it. So always be on the lookout for any little thing that mightfracture this reality and cause readers to fall out of a world they (you mustassume) know equally well. As a reader, there’s always a jolt when this happens, a dishearteningplummet. So know your stuff before you put pen to paper.

3. Get the Voices Right: Unlike character which canbe ambiguous, changeable and open to interpretation, every fan becomes attuned tothe particular voices of their favourite characters. When reading, you don’t need to work toknow when an author gets this right. You can just hear it. You can also (unfortunately)hear the tiniest slip in consistency and truth. I have written for somecharacters with very distinctive voices, voices I really didn’t think I couldemulate: both Ten and Donna in “Doctor Who”, Jack and Liz in “30 Rock” and,more recently, Gene Hunt in “Ashes to Ashes”. My particular trick for writingthese characters, for practicing their voices, was to write out the dialoguefirst then fill in everything else. Obviously this is only going to work forfics like this, this and this that rely heavily on banter. I love this kind offic. I love reading ‘em and I love writing ‘em. But even in fics which meldprose and dialogue, writing the dialogue out in isolation can help since theseaspects use slightly different writerly muscles.                          

4. Spellcheck is Your Friend: There will probablyalways be errors in your writing but do your best to avoid preventable andobvious mistakes. These can destroy your credibility as a narrator and takeyour reader out of your story. Personally, I am a compulsive editor. I wouldn’trecommend it. But I would recommend reading through your work at least once andrunning spellcheck before posting. Reading aloud can also help to identify anygrammatical errors or issues with flow. You can, if you find a friend willingto act as beta, outsource some of this work.

5.Don’t Be Afraid to Start Small: I’m a fan of theshort, self-contained fic. I’ve written lots of them and significant work must still go into making them work. So don’t aim to produce 25,000brilliant words right off the bat. Just 1-2,000 solid ones of which you can be proud.

6.Write What You Want: If you’re lucky, readerswill request fics of you (I have never been good at fulfilling these requests).If you’re unlucky, they’ll complain about directions you take or detail whythey refuse to read what you’ve written (this is pretty rare). But you can’t, Ibelieve, force inspiration. It’s either there or it’s not. For me, I beganwriting fanfic because there just wasn’t any for a pairing I shipped. So Iwrote it myself, for myself. I wrote what I liked and wanted to read (I stilldo). This is a medium in which fans have complete autonomy. They choose to go frompassive consumer to active creator. So just do what you do. Do whatever youwant. Turn back time. Bring people back from the dead. Unite lovers. Mergeworlds. Create characters. Make it sad, happy, dramatic or funny or both. You have the power. Claim it. Play with it. Revel init.

7. Start Strong and End Strong: You gotta have agood first line, in my theory of ff. That’s where it (literally) all begins. I always like to openwith something concise and intriguing that immediately communicates a little (butnot necessarily all) of what I’m planning to work with. Don’t be fooled intothinking you gotta start at the beginning. You don’t. You can enter the storyat any point. You can enter late – and leave early, as the saying goes. Thisis a screenwriting principle that ensures that only the most relevantinformation is included in a scene. It keeps the pace of a piece up, controlsthe dissemination of information and keeps audiences engaged. I think thisprinciple transfers rather easily to the page, especially since most of us areemulating material from the big or small screen. In order to imitate thesevisual mediums in written form, you might like to think of paragraphs, breaksand sentence structure as editing techniques that can guide the reader’s pace, growingperception and emotional experience.

8.Avoid Clichés: Clichés can occur at the level ofexpression, character or narrative. At the level of expression, these arewasted words that hold no meaning so find a fresh way to express what you mean.At the level of character, keep words, thoughts and actions rooted in thecharacter. “Show, Don’t Tell” is another well-known writing principle that can help maintain authenticity. As much as we may identify with certain characters, make judiciousdecisions about how much of yourself belongs in them. When writing intimaterelationships, less is often more. I know many shippers (myself included) spendyears sometimes LONGING for couples to express what they mean to each other,physically and/or verbally. By all means, let your beloved characters express –but not everything and not all at once, would be my advice. Allow them to maintainsome sense of mystery and sovereignty. At the level of narrative, clichés canactually work, especially if used with awareness. I had such fun writing a OneBed! fic for Jack and Liz, in which I paidtribute to some of the many reams of MSR fanfiction I had previously consumed.There were so many of these stories in that fandom that they became a categoryof their own, boasting a set of (increasingly ironic) conventions. Some fanfictraditions, it must be said, deserve to be embraced, extended and celebrated.   

9. Read: Reading is the easiest way to absorbgrammar, to expose yourself to different writing styles and to become moreadept with language. So read books of all kinds. And read fanfic from your favefandoms. But read it actively, critically. Figure out what works and whatdoesn’t and why. Figure out what you enjoy, don’t and why. Apply theseinsights to your own writing and keep applying them. Keep improving. The more you read and write, the better you’ll get.

10. Avoid Comparisons: My best experiences of readingand writing fanfiction have been in strong, supportive communities. Generally,the more supportive the community has been, the more prolific I have been. These communitiesare wonderful spaces to inhabit, filled with peeps that love their shows,defend their ships and support their authors. Authors are always hungry forfeedback, and is it any wonder? Writing, creating and sharing takes work, love,thought and guts. You have to claim a little corner of a fandom and boldlystate that you have something to say that’s worth listening to. Sadly, you will probably never receive the same amount of energy back as you putin. This can lead to authors comparing their output and input, judging theirwork on its stats rather than on its merits. It can lead to them competing forthose few meagre reviews that roll in. This is partly why it is so important toreview fanfic, particularly fanfic you love and authors you read consistently.It’s part of encouraging and creating a sense of community in which people feeltheir voices are heard and their contributions valued. So be generous with others. Encourage and share. Read, review, reblog.Treat your fellow writers as your community, not your competition. Viewfanfic as a labor of love, an act of generosity that sometimes gives back. And if you don’t get the response you wishfor then make sure you hit that internal heart button and give yourself somekudos for trying, for creating, for loving something and letting it show.

Good luck. :)

#fanfic #asks

[reactingwithexo]

Hypnosis - Jongin X Reader X Taemin

Summary : You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star. (Friedrich Nietzsche)

genre: ANGST, some fluff I guess, dancer! au

warnings: cursing?

word-count: 2.2K (sorry, I know it is short)

A/N:So, I had this idea while watching Move by Taemin, also it’s been a while I haven’t written for Jongin and it always makes me feel warm inside when I do. So yeah this is a little intro to what might be a ff if you guys want me to continue.Also yes I am using a different type of narrator this time because I wanted to test how it goes, I’m sorry if it didn’t fit, tell me your opinion!

A flash.

"Oh God" I frowned "is this really necessary?"

"Yes, how many times do I have to tell you that?", the guy behind the camera also known as my close friend Jongin said , "this will be in the studio's website, it's important!"

"Yea but there are hundreds of dancers here, can't you just do this amazing friend of yours a tiny little favor and skip my profile?" I pleaded.

"Not when she's as great as she is in what she does,making her one of my stars"

"Awwww you're a sweet teddy bear!" I smiled at my friend.

"Or I just want you to settle down so we can continue doing your profile"

"Rude. Okay" I sat down on the bench. "What do I have to do?"

"For once in your life, stop moving so i can take a good picture of you" He said while he focused on his camera.

"But I thought a good photographer's talent was when he captured the perfect shot while one was in motion"

Jongin reacted by letting out a sigh and looking at me in annoyance.

"...are you getting second thoughts?" I asked with a smirk on the way to my face.

"I am in fact", I gasped upon hearing him say that, faking any sort of sadness "...of being friends with you"

"Oh my God! Forget what I said about you being cute, you're just a heartless teddy bear" I saw him wear a half smile and say "you're just never gonna stop calling me that, aren't you?"

"No, I won't, I thought this discussion had died down when we were in 6th grade?"

He looked at his clock, "Fuck...you are already messing up with my schedule, please help me here, I'll make it up to you eventually"

I decided to give in as I saw he was struggling lately with all the duties it came with being one of the owners of a dance studio "fine, take the picture already"

After about 5 minutes of trying to pose, if you could call it that , as better as I could, it was time for the...interview...

"Interview? Come on, you already know my answers anyways, this would only be a waste of time"

Jongin held a sheet of paper that had the questions and he examined them for a couple of seconds before saying "That's true for most of these, but there is one here that I''m curious about"

"Something you don't know about me? That's unlikely"

"We never know someone else 100% ,love" He said while having one of those moments when he just spaces out while thinking about something.

He indeed was right, I found out soon enough that I didn't know everything about him.

I cleaned my throat to get his attention back, "so ,what is the mysterious question?"

"Oh!" He got back from his daze and shook his head in order to focus one more time before reading "Well, what do you feel when you're dancing?"

"Hmm..", now this was a difficult question, not only have I not thought about it, but I also feared my answer would be as subjective as metaphors are, since there aren't many ways of describing the thing you love the most in a simple way. At least not when it comes to me.

"I thought you wanted to get out of here fast.." Jongin's voice caught my attention while I was still deliberating about the answer to the question.

"Sorry..I was trying to find the words..hm well, I guess I don't really think, I just...stop. It's like a transaction between your feelings and your body, it's being free and trying to get rid of whatever is in your heart and mind, it makes you feel connected with yourself in a deeper way..I feel like I can finally do something well." This was getting me much more emotional than expected, so I stopped there hoping it was enough. I inspected Jongin's reaction and he was focused on writing something down.

"So you feel light,free, connected and..." He thought to himself out loud.And I knew I had the last word.

"Exhausted." I murmured uncousnciously.

Jongin looked up at me, surprised, "exhausted?", he smiled and I wondered why. "What is it?"

"Nothing it's just" he shrugged his shoulders and stared at me "It's a good definition, that's all", his smile faded but before I could ask anything else, he said I could go because there was another profile he had to do.

"Oh okay, do you want me to wait so we can eat afterwards?" "No no, there's no need, I'm doing D.P.G.M's profile after yours and he asked for privacy , I'm already late for it"

"Oh!" I sounded too excited but I couldn't help it "Wait so you're seeing him without the mask?"

"I don't know, why are you asking?"

"Well, if you're asking him questions, he will probably answer those by speaking which means you'll see him oh my god! Let me stay hidden!"

"What? No!"

"Please! I'll buy you food, I'll get more people to sign up here, whatever you want"

Jongin shook his head in desbelief "You're crazy... I said no, respect the fact he doesn't want to show himself, there might be a reason."

"Hm..do you know something about it?

"Even if I did, I wouldn't tell.... now go"

"Bu-"

"No buts, please, I'll call you later"

"Alright..." I answered and made my way back out, I checked to see if Jongin was onto me as an idea ocurred that maybe if I found a spot hidden enough neither of them would see me.

"Don't even think about it! I'm seeing you.." I heard Jongin's familiar voice shout behind me and gave up on my quest, he was right, I had to respect the guy.

But still...D.P.G.M was one of the biggest mysteries of the city, he was so intriguing , here we had this guy, a dancer, one of the best to ever step on this studio, and we didn't even knew how he looked like, since the first time we saw him dancing, he always had his face covered by a mask.

Personally, I liked how he changed the masks according to the type of choreography we were doing that day , some might think it would be scary but I honestly believe it is a way of expanding even more his artistic expression. His dancing was just. Mesmerising. I've never seen someone that lived for the art as he did. He danced anywhere, once he and a few other dancers decided to dance something in the middle of the street while it was pouring, and in the climax of the song he just laid there, covered in water while his body spoke for himself.

Powerful. That was a good way of describing his aura. I have no idea how no one discovered who he is until now, I wonder if Jongin knows something, he basically knows everyone when it comes to dancers and he usually stays awkwardly silent when the subject of DPGM's identity comes up.

God knows how many times I tried to be paired up with him for a couple's choreography, but it just never hapenned.  

Later that day Jongin texted me saying the profiles were out on the website.

Rather than checking my own, I went straight to DPGM's, yea when I start thinking about him and all my memories of seeing him dance came to mind, I just couldn't get him out of my head sometimes.

What do you feel when you are dancing?

"I feel life. Every part of my chaotic soul is there on display but somehow that makes me feel comfortable, complete even. As if I am in some sort of transcendent state where I can let myself be, the good and the bad in me, like I’m using the only special and unique thing I have on this earth. Then, the music allows me to experiment another dimension. So in short: dancing makes me feel completely present and completely absent all at once."

I felt that.

All of that.

This was getting stupid, get yourself back together! I can't believe I spent the whole day obssesing over a guy I've never spoken to.  

It was time to practice, mom would be home soon and I couldn't risk her seeing me dancing again.

Exhausting, as I said.

The sun was out today.

Damn it, I hate this kind of weather. I am a long sleeve kind of person, and the weather wasn't going to stop me.

Here I was going to the dance studio, Jongin called me sounding oddly cheerful this morning to say he finally managed to get this crazy choreography he was workng at. Oh. And when I say he called me in the morning, I mean 5AM kind of morning. The boy spent the night practicing again.

"This is gonna get you killed one day, you know?" I told him when I saw him waiting to greet me as I got to the studio and we headed to our lockers.

"You know that as long as I'm on stage, I'll be fine" He told me with a cheeky proud smile on his face.

I couldn't help but smile back just because I know how hard he works to achieve what he wants and how meaningful every little step he took was to him.

Jongin cleared his throat as we got to our lockers and said "I have to do something before the first class, I'll see you there okay love?"

"Yea, sure, why are you doing that with your hands? Any girlfriend you want to tell me about? or boyfriend?", I noticed he was doing the classic move he did with his hands when he was nervous, where he rubbed his hands and kept fidgeting with his body side to side.

"What? No I just really have to go, see you in class, bye" He said and walked away fast paced.

Weird. But I know that whatever it is, I'll find out soon enough, it's not like Jongin could keep any secrets from me anyways.

As I opened my closet, an unplaced note fell from the door, catching my attention, hm? Maybe Jongin didn't want to tell me something so he just wrote it down? It wouldn't be the first time actually.

It wasn't supposed to be exhausting, that's disappointing...maybe it's time we talk after I've been running away from this since the first time I saw you. Meet me at 7 in room 10.

Always with love, D.P.G.M

WHAT?

This has got to be a prank. It has to be. D.P.G.M suddenly writes me a note just because I said dancing makes me exhausted? And he's been running away from talking to me? What?  

The handwriting wasn't familiar but that didn't mean much.

I took the note and looked around to see if anyone was observing my reaction, I swear I let out a gasp when I read the content of the note. I eventually got to dance class, that was the best place not to focus on this.

By the half of the day I was convinced this wasn't real and that I'm bounded to go into a prank when I get to room 10 by 7.

But still, maybe...

He was a mysterious guy anyways, maybe I wasn't getting what he meant or something.

I fought all my instincts of not going there and decided that so what? There are still a lot of people around the studio by 7, so it's not like it would be dangerous or anything.

Jongin remained with an unusual behavior throughout the rest of the day and I couldn't help but think it was related to the note. Maybe this was something else?

6:45 PM was when my last practice of the day finished.

6:50 PM was when I saw a sleepy Jongin going home to sleep.

6:55 PM was when my mom called wanting me to know when I would get back home.

At 6:59 PM I found myself going to room 10, in the way I heard every type of melody, room 3 was hip-hop, room 5 latin dance, room 6 tango, room 7 was contemporary.

I opened the door to room 10 expecting nothing, oddly enough I wasn't nervous. If anything, I was pissed ff and wanting to know what was going on.

It would be an understatement to say that I was surprised that what I saw was D.P.G.M with his sparkly silver mask waiting for me.

"Why are you so surprised? I sent you a note"

That voice. No. My mind was playing games with me, I am sure.

The guy I thought was a stranger reached for the door to make sure no one was around, turned around in my direction and proceeded to take off his mask.

"Hey" he said with the most dazzling smile as I glared at him, frustration, sadness and some anger taking over my features.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked quietly while I felt a few tears form in my eyes.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Also special thank you to the most AWESOME dancers ever @damned-fangirl and @soonyoungthings for helping me with some parts of this, and If I continue the story they probably will have to help me again hehe, So now it’s up to you guys , should this have a part 2? I know it’s not my best but I had to write it. Hope you liked it!

#exo #SHINee #kim jongin #kai #lee taemin #taemin #exo scenarios #exo scenario #Kai scenarios #kai scenario #taemin scenarios #taemin fanfiction #kai fanfic #exo angst #jongin fanfic #exo fanfiction #exo fic #exo fanfics #exo fanfictions #shinee fanfic #shinee scenarios #shinee imagines #exo imagine #exo imagines #taekai #exo fluff #shinee fluff #shinee angst #dancer au

[some-flyleaves]

Take a wannabe-happy-go-lucky-adventure-kid, give ‘em a black-and-white worldview and several very legitimate reasons to doubt they fall on the nice side of that worldview, a sprinkle of immortality shenanigans, and you might get something like this.

If I did a complete character writeup we’d be here for uhhh -checks watch- three months, probably. Maybe more. But since I’ve already posted spoiler drawings and an anticlimactic reveal, here are some notes and spoilerific scribbles ft. local protagonist Serena “wild child” Johnson.

To copy-paste from the Flynn writeup:

If you have no idea what [The Firebird Effect] is, the short version is that it’s a Pokemon XY-based “nuzlocke” comic that ran strongly 2016-2017, petered out, and has been sorta-kinda canceled. I don’t intend to pick it back up in its current state, but I would like to publicize as much as I had planned as possible. Someday. Eventually. Because why not.

A TFE plot summary is long overdue, but these doodles pretty much cover Serena’s major character beats and then some. Although some specifics are skimmed, the points of note actually cover a good amount of the plot, so without further ado:

As of the comic’s “last” page Serena is still very much in her “everything is fine” mindset, but something is not right. After a catastrophic incident involving the collapse of a mine, Serena’s got a mortal debt to pay.

I kept this vague in hopes of setting up a mystery, but in retrospect this was probably a mistake. This is where I’d link a certain Finding Nemo video but I can’t find it for the life of me; in short, though, one of the writers/directors/Important People talked about earlier drafts of the movie where the opening scene, where Marlin loses Coral and all but one of their eggs, wasn’t the opening scene, and this key backstory event was teased throughout the plot until its eventual flashback reveal. I was going for something like this with TFE and the mine incident, but--

The scene ended up being key to help viewers empathize with Marlin right off the bat. Without it, they spent the movie thinking Marlin was a stuck-up grump, and by the time his past finally got revealed, they didn’t care.

Now, I personally think making a character interesting is WAY better than making them ~sympathetic~, but here’s the catch: this big backstory event is vital to understanding the character’s motivations. Without it, viewers didn’t get why Marlin was being so overprotective. And I got a taste of this with some reception to TFE, where people weren’t connecting the dots:

As it turns out, the incident was no mistake, and Serena didn’t get away with it unnoticed as she thought. When one of her pokemon dies in battle, which should definitely not happen under any circumstances, her first thought is that fate finally caught up. However, this would mean admitting she did something terrible, and by extension she’s a terrible person, neither of which she’s willing to do.

(7/2/2017, based on this beauty)

When trying to put everything behind her via giving up battle doesn’t work, Serena instead decides to figure out exactly why Idir died. Though she believes everything happens for a reason, if she can find some other cause for his demise that isn’t “I’m awful and other people have to suffer for it,” that’d be swell.

Hence why, upon learning about Zygarde, she connects the dots: defender of the environment --> she kinda wrecked the environment --> therefore this is totally the legendary snake’s fault.

It’s... flimsy, at best, and Serena knows it, but she moves ahead anyway because again the alternative is terrible. Of course, things have a way of catching up regardless. Her team repeatedly questions her avoidance of battle, and she finds no help from Sycamore’s other pupils. In neither case is she willing to divulge a single detail of the mine incident, leading to frustration for everyone \o/ There are nicer moments, of course, but the overall takeaway is that Serena’s on her own with this.

Skipping several early events, shortly before the meeting with Flynn, Serena agrees to let the team challenge Cyllage Gym but has a nightmare about everything collapsing mid-battle. Immediately after waking (long before the pokemon do) she cancels the challenge. Obviously the team is thrilled, especially Alec. As they question the change of heart, enter Fletcher, a fletchling/fletchinder Serena befriended shortly after moving to Vaniville. Paying no mind to the team, he warns her that the “orange suit people” from around the mine are up ahead on Route 10.

The team, baffled, demands explanation. Serena finally discloses part of the mine incident story, specifically why she felt the need to sneak out in the first place--essentially, late night loneliness, and wanting to do something interesting before setting out as a trainer. (Her narration sugarcoats her frustration but the drawings say otherwise.) Fletcher found her in the middle of the woods, apparently lost, and suggested they explore a mysterious mine nearby; he recently noticed people smuggling weird minerals from it and wants to check it out. Serena trails off when describing what happened in the mine, however, saying only that they “got caught, but escaped” and offering no further details.

The team is still dissatisfied. Kojo is most sympathetic but admits this explains nothing. Frustrated, Serena recalls them all and treks ahead. Previous discoveries have led her to connect Zygarde & other ancient shenanigans to the Fleur Foundation*, and while she’s not certain they were involved in the mine, it seems likely. They are, again, a better explanation than comeuppance.

*As noted in Flynn’s bio, Team Flare got a major overhaul in TFE, including a rename to the Fleur Foundation. They’re essentially a criminal rehabilitation & public charity program. Although I used “Flare” in Flynn’s bio because the rename only came after his character was scrapped, I’ll be using “Fleur Foundation” or FF here since the draft summarized is much more recent. Apologies for any confusion.

Cue the meeting with an overenthusiastic FF* recruit, Flynn, which ends with Serena being pulled aside by a figure in a trenchcoat--not a familiar face, but she recognizes the voice as the helpful stranger from Glittering Cave. (Again, note that I’m skipping a lot here. The gist of that was that Serena really hates caves, but trenchcoat person knew their way around.)

The figure introduces herself as Malva of the Elite Four, who while famous is known better as a reporter who just so happens to have high ties to the League. She has her suspicions of the Fleur Foundation as well, but the League isn’t listening, so she’s conducting her own investigation. This is the second time now Serena has crossed her radar, and Serena is more than happy to have someone finally hear her out. She admits Zygarde was a silly lead, but it’s clearly led to something bigger. Malva agrees, much to Serena’s delight, and they agree to keep in touch.

(3/7/2018. Yes, the figure with one arm is Malva, and no, I wasn’t concerned about sticking to her canon design whatsoever.)

Of course, that would be too happy to keep up for long. At the Tower of Mastery, the team pleads with Serena to give them a chance to show their stuff, as they’ve assumed her reluctance to battle means they’re failing her somehow. This ends spectacularly; in the heat of the moment, Alec stabs Calem’s charizard in the throat, killing her instantly. Calem lashes out at Serena, blaming her for setting this up on purpose in some stupid attempt to get him on her side, and runs off before he can break down further.

The narrative follows him and other characters for a bit, and returns to Serena & team only in brief, choppy snippets: first Alec is sent out against Shalour Gym, then Kojo faces the same at Coumarine. Both obliterate the competition without much issue, though they haven’t been released since the Tower of Mastery and are unable to reach Serena.

She finally faces the team some unspecified time later (within the week? the timeline gets fuzzy around here), at which point she despondently demonstrates how useless the Mega Ring is and overall seems out of it. Kojo tries to snap her out of it, but he evolved in Coumarine and overestimates his strength; he ends up intimidating her more than anything.

At some point Serena notices a news blip on half of Lumiose’s power being dead and the Fleur Foundation taking workers at the local Power Plant hostage. Malva is delivering the report. The team tries to get her attention again; she recalls them immediately.

(4/17/2017)

Shortly after the above, Calem meets up with Serena and demands they talk. She’s still despondent as he states they should team up on the “why can pokemon die” quest. Calem emphasizes he’s not doing it for her, because his team won’t stop bugging him about it and he’s not sorry for how he dismissed her in the first place. (It’s more of a self-consolation than anything.) He concludes by asking Serena what she knows. She retorts with... some uncharacteristically scathing thing that I forget, probably something along the lines of “oh, sure, now you care,” and leaves saying that she owes him nothing.

AND SO we reach one of my favorite parts of the show, aka Serena Tries to Diffuse a Situation and Makes Shit Worse (Specifically for Herself). Her encounter with Flynn sets the stage, and has already been covered in his bio so I won’t repeat it here: in short, he reveals the Fleur Foundation’s true motives (or at least what they should be), that he knows that she set off the mine collapse on purpose, and he asks that she join him and fellow outcasts in the Foundation as part of an alliance to find out what’s really going on. Serena does not take any of this well and sics her team on him.

When the pokemon notice that Flynn can’t fight back, they find Serena trying to find a way into the Power Plant. She’s still not smiling and has even less patience for their questions, answering only what she’s trying to do: “The right thing, for once.” The team run with it, assuming that it’s a rescue mission, but once inside Serena sends Blythe (the furfrou) to find the hostages and keeps Alec & Kojo close. She uses them to intimidate and corner two Foundation admins, who swear they were just finishing up and will surrender as promised as soon as she lets them go; Serena won’t buy it.

At this point, Alec and Kojo are clearly hesitant, but still on guard. Meanwhile, one admin tries to play the “if you think we’re so bad look at yourself” card, but Serena brushes it off--she knows. This seems to be a cue for Alec and Kojo to attack, but neither do. Blythe suddenly reenters and announces they kept their promise; the hostages are free. The admins take advantage of the distraction and send a pokemon out to attack, then flee; the attack is aimed at Serena, but Kojo takes the hit. Then he glitches out of existence right before their very eyes!

There’s no time to mourn; police are entering. Serena books it, leaving Alec and Blythe to answer the authorities. She eventually reaches an abandoned subway station, where she gets a xtransciever call from her very concerned mother; before Grace can get to “I love you” Serena throws it a mirror, breaking both. (I have definitely drawn this moment before but can’t find anything right now. Mentioning it anyway for future context if/when I do.)

At this point Malva catches up, and upon seeing her Serena passes out from exhaustion. When she wakes up, Malva offers her trenchcoat and a bite to eat. With her coat off, Malva’s scar by her stump is visible; Serena asks about it and is treated to some Backstory(TM) involving a territorial talonflame (now Malva’s closest companion, Scree) and Malva being determined to finish what she starts. She mentions she probably shouldn’t have survived the raptor’s attack, but by some miracle did anyway.

Malva then asks what Serena plans to do next. Serena has a meltdown, confessing she doesn’t know and never really did. Her team’s gone, clearing her conscience isn’t an option, no one cares, and much as she doesn’t like hurting people she can’t seem to stop. Before she can get too far, Malva smacks some sense into her kindly tells her to shut the hell up, insisting that destruction is in human nature and Serena ought to embrace that. She can own her impulses. Serena, still stunned from the hit, doesn’t respond, which cues this motivational monologue:

(8/11/2017; pardon the weird pixelation on the second image, rewrote the dialogue because the original was late night chickenscratch but tfw wrong layer.)

After ^this and some other less dramatic words, Serena finally gets up. After some fussing, the details of which I forget, she decides the answer is to go climb atop the Power Plant and tell everyone to go fuck themselves.

(4/24/2017)

I really wish I didn’t forget what the details of this speech were exactly, or how she gets away with talking so long without authorial interception. (Granted, the latter part might just be me not caring on a first go and figuring I’d work it out later.) Of note is that the doodle above of this scene, the one where she has the glowy orange eyes, is titled “i suck you suck we all suck.” From what I do remember it boiled down to, well, that--Serena goes on some spiel calling people out (not by name but phrasing & panel images make it clear who she’s addressing) on their hypocrisy, herself included, and generally making a giant scene on live national television. Eventually she gets pulled down somehow--again, details are fuzzy, and this might’ve involved a psychic pull from Alec.

Regardless, Serena somehow avoids getting taken into custody for long, largely thanks to Malva pulling the strings--and from here I have about a billion different ways the story continued. I don’t remember exactly which one I was going with as of the “latest” draft, but more details of note:

That sweater’s an outfit mainstay from the Power Plant on. Apparently Serena also got a hold of Malva’s old white trenchcoat somewhere along the line, though I never clarified when and might’ve taken this point out entirely. Maybe after their post-Power Plant meeting? some other subsequent encounter? I kinda just doodled it because ~color symbolism~ and also It Looks Cool.

At some point between the aforementioned rant and... whatever’s next, Serena cuts her hair. The scene isn’t onscreen but the trim is also here to stay until further notice. (Fun fact: Serena hates having short hair; she thinks it makes her look like a boy, and ends up kinda feeling like one too.)

In some earlier drafts Alec and Blythe stuck around for a bit, only for Serena to give them the option of leaving and Alec took it without much deliberation. This got at least half scrapped in favor of Alec immediately joining the dude from the Power Plant, whether Flynn or the merged character. Blythe’s status was less certain, but he eventually ended up leaving as well, eventually regrouping with Alec and “crew” (Calem, Shauna, their teams, and Flynn & Ren/merged character).

Oh yeah, and he might’ve bit Serena on the way out, as an instinctive “you look threatening to me and I do not like that” response. Doge regretted this but left anyway.

The focus shifts to aforementioned crew for a while, partly to figure out what they’d be up to and partly because I kinda... didn’t know what Serena was doing.

I could best sum this part of the story up as a big discombobulated mess; eventually I worked out an endpoint but never quite cleared up how the pieces aligned to get there. As far as Serena’s concerned, she’s taken Malva’s words to heart; having thoroughly set every bridge ablaze, she decides she an at least finish what she started with regards to the Fleur investigation, then fuck off for good.

Also, for total clarification’s sake: The “mine incident” involved Serena and Fletcher following a trail of the aforementioned shining rocks deeper into the mine, assuming they were alone. (Said rocks SHOULD have been apparent in the opening, but confession: they didn’t become A Thing until later into development. Ah well.) Of course they weren’t; a few workers were finishing up for the night, and two quickly cornered the intruders. Panicked, Serena ordered Fletcher to attack; his flame missed the workers but shot further down the mine, which caught something on fire and triggered the collapse. Serena and Fletcher escaped unscathed; no one else was so lucky.

(8/18/2017; honestly I was just fucking around with the symmetry tool, but by sheer coincidence this is similar to the ASL symbol for butterfly and I can totally lie about it being intentional all along roll with that.)

We must briefly interrupt this tragic tale of angst and woe for BACKSTORY/WORLDBUILDING, which would have been more gracefully revealed through actual plot development but I never got around to figuring that out.

Turns out the Foundation does have a secret subgroup: after founder Lysandre Goodman (yes, that is his real last name) was forced to face his mortality via heart attack, he started an initiative to recreate the ancient device from AZ’s legend--though often remembered as a weapon of mass destruction, its first use was to grant immortal life. Those involved in said initiative, known as Project X, were Lysandre‘s trusted companions, people who he trusted to help him make the world more beautiful to eternity and beyond.

And then things started going very, very wrong. It started with a few minor technical issues, both in acquiring the mysterious mineral said to be shards of Xerneas’ life-giving antlers and recreation of the immortality machine itself. Then that damn girl blew up the mine out of absolutely nowhere; Lysandre achieved retribution through a slight tweak in code connected to her trainer card, which he didn’t expect to bite him in the ass until she kept showing up at the Foundation’s other mishaps. Clearly, someone is ruining Project X from within. By the endgame, Lysandre has committed suicide; in some drafts Serena was treated to this firsthand by being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Also, remember that guy from the opening? who crawls out of the mine all zombie-like before hitting his head and apparently dying? Surprise, he isn’t dead! Gabriel Brandt, doctor and lead scientist for Project X, has a story of his own that, along with the Foundation, warrants its own infodump--but of most importance is that he tested a “beta” elixir on himself years ago, and long after the camera on his passed-out body switched away, he rose again.

In some drafts Gabe meets Serena and fills in several of these backstory holes shortly after the discovery of Lysandre’s suicide, with Gabe being present at the scene to pick up some remaining elixirs. He was never fully onboard with the “let’s make people immortal” gig, and Serena essentially tags along as he returns to the XLab to finish what he started. Later drafts tried to give Serena more agency by taking Gabe out of the equation entirely--still alive, dubiously, but dragged away by wild pokemon instead (which his very much alive brother is treated to via archived fsecurity ootage)--but this still left holes and I don’t think I ever filled them proper.

Basically, at this point Serena has an objective (finish what she started, kinda) but no clear plan to accomplish that. Instead the camera jumps around and backstory is dumped and it’s a mess.

Oh, and one more thing: where did Lysandre get the whole immortality idea from in the first place? Joke suggestion from Malva. She really didn’t think it would go this far.

But A N Y W A Y, you’re probably not here for writerly self-flagellation though if you are please ask, I have a lot to self-critique, so let’s skip to the good parts--aka Serena Blows Up Everything: Upscaled Edition.

(7/1/2017)

You might have guessed that this is going nowhere good. You’d be right! :D Several Fleur-related revelations later, Serena and the remaining characters’ paths converge at the “XLab,” located just northeast of Geosenge. (Or at least that’s the default location; I’ve toyed with it being deeper in the mine below Vaniville, coming full circle and all, but didn’t get far.) Yet again details are fuzzy, but of utmost importance:

Fletcher, by now a talonflame, is present. He’s integrated nicely among his wild peers by now, and he certainly doesn’t recognize this short-haired intruder. Congratulations, you have now equipped one (1) big fucking injury!

Being the XLab, there’s at least some experimental potions nearby. When Serena comes to she gets to have some fun confrontations with former “friends,” and upon realizing where she is and somehow figuring that Malva’s also in the building, she advises them to get out ASAP. She apologizes, for everything really, and leaves them behind to travel deeper into the Lab. An emergency shutdown may or may not be triggered at some point here; Serena pays it no mind.

And so we finally arrive at Serena and Malva, alone, with a big rebuilt device between them. Malva, standing high at the controls, is trying to set the system to destruct mode, and looks down on Serena both literally and figuratively. Frankly she doesn’t want the kid getting more involved in this mess than she already is; sure, the original plan was for Serena to destroy things so Malva didn’t have to get her own hands dirty, but after the mishap at the Power Plant and especially seeing Serena now, Malva’s done. It’s just... sad.

Serena only smiles. She holds out a lighter or torch or Alec’s stabby wand or SOME other source of fire, again an important detail I didn’t get around to figuring out, and the following exchange occurs:

S: You wanna see something sad? M: Do you have the guts?

Serena takes a moment, looking at the reflective side of the device and its decidedly very exposed and, if the mine was anything to go by, highly flammable fuel source. One final exchange--

S: I’m sorry. M: Don’t be.

--and everything flashes white.

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE.

...Yeah, I had to split this monster of a “““summary”““ into two parts, because tumblr was starting to break the formatting. Joy!

#''I'm just going to cover the character beats'' -ends up dumping a majority of the plot- #I mean protagonist development/overall story should go hand in hand but WELP #closest thing y'all're gonna get to a summary for now and I gotta say It Is A Lot ;V #The Firebird Effect #for lack of a doodle tag #there are images throughout this time though I swear

[laemony]

Books I've read in 2017!

Let's make a list, I like making lists

1. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams ~ the books get weirder and weirder until you reach the fifth one and are left utterly confused; brilliant in so many ways; perfect for laughing; 7.5/10

2. Love in the Times of Cholera, Gabriel Garcìa Marquez ~ I'm biased because I'm absolutely in love with Gabo; not my fave out of all his works, still beautiful; a bit predictable; 7/10

3. The Labyrinth of the Spirits, Carlos Ruiz Zafón ~ the same thing of Marquez duh; amazing book; Alicia best character of 2017 tbh; less dark than what I expected from him; bloodthirsty villains are the Best Villains; 8.5/10

4. And Never Said a Word, Heinrich Böll ~ maybe I wasn't in the mood but I wasted one whole month on those 150 pages; an endless stream of nothingness; no seriously nothing happens in this book wtf; so so so slow; lamest characters of 2017 (idek if "lamest" is a word); 4/10

5. Dead Leaves, Gabriel Garcìa Marquez ~ second one of my babe for this year (there's another one coming don't be afraid); small tale told in a way I didn't expect to appreciate; the three points of view are perfectly described; it's not clear what happens but it didn't bother me as #4 (again, I may be biased); a nice read all in all; 8/10

6. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera ~ I've already said it, I loved this book; it's light and deep; a perfect description of its title; a love story that it's not about love; 7.5/10

7. September Lights, Carlos Ruiz Zafón ~ really similar to his own "the Prince of Mist" (which is my fave mind you); not as brilliant, nor as dark and sad; my least favourite from him; to read if you're not sure you will appreciate to have your heart broken in the P.o.M.; 6/10

8. The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt ~ this book was gifted to me something like three years ago and I couldn't read more than five chapters; this summer I've set my head on it and obliged myself to finish it; best decision I've ever made; she has a way with words it's magnificent; the story is so sad and so real it made me cry more than once; I developed the same love/hate relationships with the characters they seem to have with each other; amazing; 9/10

9. The Ripper's Game, Isabel Allende ~ another south American I'm obsessed with; a perfect summer reading; the characters are so well written; wait for the plot twist; I still can't believe she wrote this tbh, it's so different from her other books; so good nonetheless; 8/10

10. Mornings in Jenin, Susan Abulhava ~ excuse me while I cry just remembering this; I've never read a book that made me cry from start to finish; devastating; I haven't read any reaction on this book so I don't know how it was considered, especially from the Muslim community; a good book to learn something about recent history; stunning; 9/10

11. Saltatempo, Stefano Benni ~ oh look an Italian author finally; this book is so full of irony and sarcasm, it feels like I could have written it; yet it's also very serious, it's set in a specific and very delicate time in Italy; everything is changing at a fast speed, too fast to be healthy; it pictures perfectly the dramatic changes in the italian countryside in a period of economic and idustrial growth; warning: it may make you cry and laugh at the same time; lovely; 9/10

12. A Series of Unfortunate Events, Lemony Snicket ~ 13 days to read 13 books, that's how I loved it; I know it's meant to be narrative for children, but I was curious and my brother liked it; how could I not fall in love with it?; all of those references, I laughed every time I spotted one; so brilliantly frustrating; and ffs we all agree that the series has the Best Narrator Voice Ever, there are no discussions over it and there won't be any; also, Netflix has done a great job and when the hell will Season 2 be out???; 9.5/10

13. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë ~ I've finally put my hands in this classic after years of trying; loved every minute of it; it's interesting to see how different historical ages affect the writing of people; a beautiful mirror of what was it; Jane is such a sweetheart and a badass woman at the same time; a predictable love story I didn't hate; 7.5/10

14. Mansfield Park, Jane Austen ~ from a Jane to another; my first Penguin Books'; so funny and exciting; it made me angry with so many characters; most Aesthetic™ book of 2017 there's no competition; 8/10

15. The Story of a Shipwrecked Sailor, Gabriel Garcìa Marquez ~ last one for this year; it's non-fiction and more of an interview; a bit slow and not so exciting; beautiful landscapes tho, as always; I've got not much to say about it; 6/10 (I couldn't give it a 5)

Theatre:

- Faust, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~ he's no Shakespeare, it feels like he was trying; a confusing story; who am I kidding I'm all here for this kind of things; the doctor is kinda lame but he has a "good" companion; it gave me some Dante's Inferno vibes so it must have been good; to read again for better understanding; 6.5/10

Poetry:

- Anna Achmatova ~ I adore her; listen, I can't describe a poetry collection like a book, I just can say that it was a journey and a pleasant one; her words are pure gold; russian poetry has the same strength of russian narrative but it's less heavy and that's such a relief; absolutely will buy every single thing written by her; 9.5/10

- T. S. Eliot ~ actually, it was a good year for me, I was in the right mood to read poetry even if I ended up reading so few of it; Eliot is amazing and has all my love; I will buy his every works too; 9.5/10

- John Keats ~ what can I say.... 10/10 😍

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