#she look at her mans and hit him with telepathic damage

[silver-ace-of-spades]

The Blazing Silver Light of Paldea

Chapter 28: Hielo

Silver battles Gym Leader Grusha the Polar Bear for his final Gym Badge, then confesses a huge secret to Blaze.

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Silver stepped out of the Flying Taxi and saw Ghost-Types playing in the snow. There were also Pokémon such as Mankey, Charcadet, and Snorunt. Silver loved the aesthetic of Montenevera, even if he didn't like the atmosphere.

"So cute!" Blaze cooed. She saw a smile through Silver's oxygen mask. "Let's go to the Gym as fast as possible so we can see these little guys more!"

Silver nodded and began to trudge through the snow, but it was hard work, so they sent out Charlie to help.

*Sorry for all the hard work I'm having you do, bud.* Silver chuckled telepathically.

Charlie nodded and lifted Silver, but as the air got thinner, he got out of breath more quickly. When Blaze and Silver got to the Pokémon Center, Charlie set Silver down and went right back into his Pokéball.

"I don't blame him." Blaze giggled. She shivered and tried to use pyrokinesis to warm herself up, but her flames quickly sputtered out. "Right."

*You doing okay?* Silver asked.

"It's... s-s-so chilly..."

Silver shivered and nodded. They were wearing three layers, and even that wasn't enough. *Let's go inside.*

The teens made their way into the Gym, where it was not only warmer, but there was an air lock and a pressurizer that made the air pressure more breatheable.

Blaze savored the air and grinned. "You can take your oxygen mask off in here!"

Silver did, and after getting used to the air in the Gym, he didn't have any more trouble breathing than usual.

"Hello, are you a Challenger?" The man in front asked.

"Yep! What's my test?" Silver asked eagerly.

"Your test is to complete the Snow Slope Run atop a Ride Pokémon." The man explained.

"About that..." Silver chuckled nervously. "I physically can't do the Snow Slope Run because the cold, thin air would trigger my asthma. Can I battle you instead for my test?"

"No problem! Gym Leader Grusha values accessibility. He's trying to get his Gym moved to an easier to reach area. But, just to warn you, I'm a pretty tough opponent!"

"Thank you so much, sir! You have no idea how much this means to me!" Silver exclaimed. They put their oxygen mask back on and met the man outside for a battle.

"Go Silver!!!" Blaze cheered.

The hedgie grinned, then sent out Coal. The Gym staff sent out an Arctibax.

Silver frowned. It looked dragon-like, and he overheard someone talk about thermal exchange earlier. *Use Flare Blitz!*

Coal hit the Dragon/Ice-Type for pitiful damage, and her Attack rose. She hit a strong Dragon Claw and nearly defeated Coal.

*Yikes... erm... Body Slam!*

Coal wasn't able to defeat the Arctibax, and she defeated him with another Dragon Claw.

*Crap... I don't know what to do... aha! Charlie, I choose you!*

Charlie hit an Aura Sphere and took out Arctibax, then the Gym staff sent out a Froslass. With her Snow Cloak Ability, plus the snowy weather, she became partially transparent.

*Use Flamethrower!*

Charlie closed his eyes and tried to sense the Froslass' movements, but she hit a pretty wicked Shadow Ball. He missed the Flamethrower and Silver growled determinedly.

*Use Flamethrower again!*

Charlie actually hit the Flamethrower and burned Froslass, but an Ice Beam froze him.

*How is that possible?* The hedgehog muttered.

Charlie glowed red and thawed the ice out, but he spent a second shivering.

*Yeah, I feel that. Use Flamethrower one more time!*

Charlie was barely able to defeat Froslass, but the Gym staff wasn't done yet.

"Go... Abomasnow..."

Charlie defeated Abomasnow with a single Flamethrower.

"You pass, kid. Ready to battle Grusha yet?"

*Give me... I dunno... an hour?* Silver suggested.

The man nodded, so the teens went to the northeast part of Paldea and trained. They registered areas into their Pokédexes so they could fly there later.

After an hour, the teens flew back to the Glaseado Gym. They were met by a light blue polar bear man with a cane.

"Hello, are you here for the Gym Challenge?" He asked.

*Yep! I beat the man inside and I'm ready to defeat Grusha! Do you know him?* Silver asked.

"Well of course I know him. He's me. What's your name?" The man asked.

*Silver! Silver the Hedgehog!*

"My Gym staff informed me of a Silver the Hedgehog. Let me tell you something. Life is cruel." Grusha said.

*Oh, I know.* Silver chuckled.

"Your defeat will be one more cruel act of life." Grusha spoke with a glare.

The two of them went to the stadium, and Grusha got some Pokéballs from his belt.

"Get ready to feel the icy bite of reality." Grusha snapped his fingers, and some ice crystals floated from his hand. "Go, Frosmoth!"

*Ha! I'll melt you! Go, Scorch!*

Frosmoth and Scorch stared intently, then Scorch defeated Frosmoth with a Flame Charge.

"That means nothing, Silver. Go, Cetitan!"

Scorch hit a Flame Charge, but Cetitan's Thick Fat meant it didn't do as much. Cetitan defeated Scorch with a single Liquidation.

*You did great, Scorch. Return. Go, Charlie!*

Charlie defeated Cetitan with a few Aura Spheres, then Grusha sent out Beartic.

*We've been training for this moment! Use Fire Blast!*

Charlie glowed bright red and nearly melted the arena with an orange blast of fire.

Silver sweated nervously from all the fire, but he was handling it really well. He grinned as Grusha recalled Beartic and sent in an Altaria.

"You look nervous. You good?" Grusha asked.

*I'm pretty pyrophobic, so it takes a lot of effort to have my Pokémon use Fire-Type moves.* The hedgehog explained.

"If you're scared of fire, I can help, by freezing your Pokémon in their tracks! Altaria! Terastallize!" The Gym Leader shouted.

Altaria's cottony wings blew a light dusting of snow at Silver and they shivered, then smiled in awe. Grusha was literally so cool!

*Use Fire Blast!*

Charlie missed a Fire Blast, and Altaria froze him with a Blizzard.

Silver shivered and tried to huddle up in his coat, and Blaze noticed how cold he was. They were pretty cold too, despite their pyrokinesis. They warmed Silver's coat up to a cozy temperature and he sighed from comfort.

*Thanks, Blaze.*

"No problem."

Silver had Charlie dethaw with a Flamethrower, and he burned Altaria. After a few turns, Silver won.

"You melted through with your fiery determination. Congratulations." Grusha said. He gave Silver a Gym Badge and a TM for Ice Spinner. "Now go check back in and confirm your victory."

Silver grinned and went to the Gym. He saw Kris' friend Noelle and a nerdy-looking bluejay boy who seemed familiar. He looked scared, but also determined.

"Master Berdly, your Gym Challenge is the Snow Slope Run." The man in front told the boy.

"Oh, I know. I've been studying." The boy said confidently. He turned around and saw Silver. "You look like someone from my math class... um... Sliver?"

"Silver. Are you here to battle Grusha?" Silver asked.

Berdly posed confidently and sent out an Altaria. "Yes, I am!"

"Good luck!" Silver smiled.

Berdly and Noelle exited the Gym, then Silver confirmed his victory with the Gym Staff. He was about to leave when Nemona ran inside, out of breath.

"You okay?" The hedgie asked.

Nemona panted heavily and took some time to catch her breath. "I... ran... here... to watch... your... final Gym... battle."

"I already beat Grusha. Check it out!" Silver showed his friend his shiny new Badge.

"That's... amazing! Next is... the Champion's... Assessment... I regret... running uphill..."

"The air here's pretty thin. I have to wear an oxygen thingy to even breathe outside." Silver chuckled. "I can read minds now, so you can think what you want to say, 'kay?"

Thanks. It's in the northwest of Mesagoza. Look for a gate leading to a big white building. Nemona thought. Rika's the interviewer (and pretty hot).

"Mm-hmm. Big white building. The interviewer's pretty hot, huh?" Silver giggled.

Nemona blushed bright red. "I didn't mean to think that!"

"Yeah, she and Blaze both make me question my homosexuality."

Blaze's face glowed red and steam exited her ears. Silver... was attracted to her? "Wh-what?!"

"I-I-I was joking!" Silver stammered. Their face was so red it put strawberries to shame.

Nemona chuckled. "Good luck on the Champion's Assessment."

Nemona awkwardly left, then Blaze nervously looked at Silver.

"Um... h-hi, Silver. I... gee, this is awkward. I... um... I like, like you!"

Silver's heartbeat sped up. This was a prank. It had to be. There was no way in hell Blaze felt that way. "You... you do?"

Blaze nodded. Why was it so hard to say she loved him? She's said it before, albeit platonically. "Will... will... willyoubemy... are you okay with the term b... boy... boyfr..." She wasn't able to say it. Silver? Her boyfriend? No way!

The hedgehog smiled and giggled. "I'm okay with the term boyfriend. Are you okay with the term... girlfriend?" Some tears filled their eyes.

Blaze gasped. This had to be a dream. "Yes." They leaned in for a kiss and Silver kissed them. It was magical.

"Who knew my first kiss would be with a Pyrokinetic?" Silver chuckled. "That was... I can't explain. You're..."

Blaze giggled. "Should we go to Montenevera now?"

Silver was so spaced out that Blaze had to tap his shoulder. "Oh! Did you say something?"

"Should we go back to Montenevera?"

"I thought of a better place." Silver pointed to the symbol for the Ruchbah Squad that Cassiopeia had registered to his phone's map. "It's filled with beautiful flowers, and looks so romantic, plus, it's a Team Star base we haven't taken down."

Blaze smiled. "Then let's go!"

#toxic electricity #an aromantic writes romance lmao #the blazing silver light of paldea #silvaze

[firefly-in-darkness]

Separation, Connection - [1/2]

Pairing →Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters → Marvel Characters

Summary → Your friendship with Bucky deterioates when you catch him in a compromising position with a fellow agent.

Word Count → 2.3k

SSB2021 Square Fill → “God I hate you” - @star-spangled-bingo

AFG Square Fill  → “What the fuck am I seeing?” @anyfandomgoesbingo

Warnings → 18+. Angst, Heartbreak, Jealousy, Swearing

Betas → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → This one was sitting in my WIPs folder for ages, and after brainstorming with @writethelifeyouwant, this 2 parter was finished! Ps. I know I haven’t updated Worst Idea Ever in a while and I’m sorry - I’m just very stuck with it atm, the plot and majority of the story is planned out, I just can’t seem to fill in the blanks.

Firefly’s Masterlist

You and Bucky were close, and there was that little thin line between friendship and something more. Nothing had happened but, god, you had wanted it to. The secret crush you harboured for your teammate, your friend, had only grown over the years. Everyone thought you would be good together, commenting on how well you got along, that friendship was an important part of a relationship. Both of you rolling your eyes and laughing at their comments.

When you finally gathered the courage to tell him how you felt, you saw him with someone else. They were at the back of the training facility; the team were in a simulation of a terrorist attack on Paris and once the time on the training session was called, you stumbled across them.

They were just out of sight, hidden in a dark corner. And it wasn’t just a casual embrace. They were having sex, he was fucking her, hard, up against a wall. You froze at the sight of his bare bottom clenching with each thrust and the blissed-out look on her face. What the fuck am I seeing?! Heart shattered, you fled from the room without a sound, not wanting to disturb them or for anyone to see you crying.

It hurt too much to be as close to him after that, you consciously decided to withdraw from the friendship. Not going straight to him when entering a room or staying in bed instead of heading to the rooftop where you’d usually wander at five in the morning to talk with Bucky, putting the world to right.

And of course, Bucky noticed. It had been a week since you had joined him for a midnight chat in the kitchen. He was missing his best friend. He wanted to share his life with her, and she was nowhere to be seen unless someone else was in the room. 

Bucky knew it was a bad sign when you chose to sit next to Wanda, not sandwiched between him and Nat, on movie night. He felt alone in a room full of friends, as they watched a film about a love triangle set in England. It was supposed to be funny, but Bucky didn’t hear the jokes, let alone the punchlines. 

Nat had realised something was wrong too. She saw the dark circles under your eyes when you drained the coffee from the cup in the morning and the puffy redness from crying in the middle of the day. She had detested the way you and Bucky were before, it was like a pair of magnets drawn together, a connected ribbon, a gravitational pull. But now? Well, you were repelling within a few meters of one another, and she hated that even more.

“What did you do, Barnes?” Nat whispered harshly, eyes still on the film.

“Nothing.” Bucky looked over to you, sleeping with your head resting on Wanda’s lap.

“So why is Wanda looking at you like that?” She raised an eyebrow.

Bucky lifted his gaze, saw the fiery red eyes staring back at him as she stroked your hair, a soft red mist falling over you. He frowned at the Sokovian and tried to talk telepathically but she shook her head and looked back at the television.

On autopilot, you ran from your room to his bedroom door, knocking until the screams died down. Long ago, you’d learnt to not enter the room until he’d settled down, had the bruises to your neck and dealt with the guilt-ridden expression on Bucky’s face for weeks.

Pressing your ear to the door, you could hear Bucky moving about and slowly pushed it open so as not to startle him. A soft glow from the lamp at his bedside welcomed you in, he'd stacked his pillows against the headboard with his knees drawn up and resting his head in his hands.

“Hi, Buck. It’s me.” You spoke softly, his head and eyes shot up to meet yours.

You walked over and sat at the end of the bed, averting your eyes to the floor and fingers fiddling with the edge of a blanket, waiting for him to respond.

“What did I do doll?” He croaked, fingers running through his hair, his knees dropping down.

Your heart raced and you were certain he could hear the harsh thumps, but your voice remained steady, “It's nothing, just need a little time to process some things.”

“You normally come to me. What's different?” His voice was strained, thick with distress.

Standing up, you walked towards the window, arms wrapped tightly around your torso. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face, but you remained focused on the navy sky fading to blues and oranges with the sunrise.

“I can't this time Buck, I need space. I need space from you.” With each word, your heart fractured along the lines you’d attempted to piece together with being away from him.

“Get out then, just leave me alone.” His tone was now harsh, stronger than before.

“God, I hate you.” Without a final glance, you left the room. Your heart in tatters once more.

Once in the safety of your room, the sob heaved out of you. Bucky had disregarded you so easily, he let you go without a second thought. And you didn’t know what was worse; what you saw a week ago or what he just said.

Bucky finished his 76th lap when someone caught his eye. It was you. His best friend. The one he stupidly let go of. It had been three months since he'd told you to leave, and you hadn't gone back on his word.

Of course, Bucky was just as stubborn and hadn't approached you unless it was work-related. But there was something different about you. His eyes focused on the man you were standing with, and how you glowed, and Bucky just couldn't stand that you were feeling that way about a random recruit and not him.

“She used to look at you that way.” Wanda’s voice echoed in his head.

He scanned the field and found her figure leaning against a tree, shading herself from the summer sun and a book in hand. Bucky grabbed the small towel and wiped away the sweat, swigging his water bottle, then joined her on the grass.

“What are you talking about? She’s never looked at me like that.” He gestured towards you and the agent.

Wanda chuckled and shook her head, “You're not blind, or stupid, Bucky, she adored you. Still does, even though I wish she would get over you.”

His brow creased. “She wanted space, ended our friendship.” 

Wanda’s eyes flashed red, “And you broke her heart.” 

“Show me.” Bucky held out his hand, pleading with her, “I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“I can’t Bucky. It's private, she would never forgive me.” Wanda shook her head and placed her book in her lap, “I've seen what she's done to you, I'm not going to lose her too.”

Bucky sprang to his feet and kicked at the grass. “Then just tell me what you know. Just something?” He turned to face you, hands on his hips as he tried to think of what he’d done.

“Paris terrorist simulation,” Wanda stated without emotion.

Bucky turned around, seeing nothing but a neutral expression on her face. The simulation had been a success, the whole team had done well but he hadn’t seen you at the debriefing. Steve said you were exhausted and needed to rest. 

“What about it?” asked Bucky.

“Don't deny it. I saw it, I felt it. She had no chance of blocking me from that pain.” Wanda stood up, eyes flickering red, “you and that agent. I thought you were better than that Bucky.”

“Shit.” 

Bucky knew exactly what Wanda had meant before she explained. Shame coursed through him; he'd broken your trust by not telling you about the agent he’d been hooking up with. Honestly, he didn't want you to know, didn't want you to judge him for the flings he had. Subconsciously, he knew that was what your distancing was about because he hadn't seen her again or hooked up with anyone since.

All he wanted was you back in his life; he was going to make it happen.

Wanda smirked, shaking her head before walking ahead of him, “Best get a move on Barnes, she’s not thinking of him in a platonic way.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched and he strutted towards you, determined to get you back.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder and he could only hope you still felt the same way.

You couldn’t believe Bucky dared to pull rank on you in front of another agent. That he had the gall to do such a thing after he told you to leave him alone, how he betrayed your trust as a friend and unknowingly broke your heart.

You stormed down the blurry corridors as anger took the form of tears. Your whole body tense and determined to get away from the assassin on your tail. People parted like the sea as they saw your strut and scowl, you scoffed at their reaction and thought, this must be what it’s like to be Bucky on a mission. Using it to your advantage, you managed to pull someone by the arm and into the path of the Winter Soldier.

While you sprinted away, you glanced back and spotted Bucky helping the woman to her feet, apologising profusely and then realising it was the agent you had caught him with. Your blood boiled as you pushed through the door to the stairwell, it slammed against the wall and probably damaged it, but you didn’t care anymore.

It wasn’t until the breeze hit your face that you realised where you were. You’d come to the rooftop, the exact spot that you’d air all your worries with Bucky. It was the place you’d first bonded outside of the team. 

A hand dragged down your face and your shoulders slumped. You spun on your heel, ready to escape when you stopped short. There he was, blocking the doorway. You groaned, of course, he knew exactly where you’d go even before you did.

“I just want to talk.” Bucky quietly spoke, a hint of a question in his tone but a statement all the same.

“I’ll scale down the side of this building if I have to.” You stepped back towards the edge.

Bucky growled and walked towards you, “would you quit being so stubborn and dramatic for one second?”

“Just leave me alone.” You threw his own words back at him, stopping him in his tracks.

At that moment, you could see that Bucky realised how hurtful those words were, but you weren’t going to console him anytime soon. He should suffer for how he spoke to you and for never attempting to speak to you until now.

Bucky slowly circled you towards the edge, his eyes focused on you while you turned in tandem following his moves. He reached the railing then settled down into a seated position, legs hanging over the side, his chest against the metal pole.

“Are you going to join me?” Bucky’s gaze now on the horizon.

With a roll of your eyes, you sat beside him, but at least a metre apart, you couldn’t get that close to him. He was too intoxicating, and your emotions were incredibly high, even if they were full of anger and hurt, and you didn’t trust yourself not to succumb to his charm.

“Are you going to talk then?” You sassed back at him.

“I’m sorry for what you saw. You shouldn’t have seen that.” Bucky didn’t hold back, “I was going to tell you, I just thought you’d judge me.”

“I’d judge you. For sleeping with a colleague. In the middle of a training simulation?” You scoffed, “You didn’t tell me about her. Or anyone else for that matter. Natasha filled me in on all your little late night rendezvous when I was on missions.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Bucky knew he’d not win this conversation and scrambled to bring it back onto his side, “you were away, and I needed something, someone.”

“So, you used them and used me too?” You glared at him.

“That’s not what I said,” Bucky seethed, annoyed at the way you were twisting his words but not surprised with the pain you felt. 

You continued, ignoring his comment, unable to stop the words falling from your lips, “I gave you emotional support. Watched you cry yourself to sleep after a nightmare, held your hand when you had a panic attack during a mission.” You shook your head at him, “I just wasn’t good enough for the sex part.”

Bucky held your chin and pulled your face to look at him, “You mean more to me than that. I just didn’t know how you felt. If I’d had known-”

You jerked away from his touch, it felt too nice, it felt like home, but you weren’t ready to fall back into this friendship. He knew how you felt, and you weren’t ready for his rejection. You still needed your space.

Swiftly, you returned to your feet, brushing down your trousers and hands, “Thank you for your apology, but I can’t forgive you.”

Bucky stood up and watched you begin to leave, “I’ll do my best to make you see how much you mean to me.”

You paused in the doorway, but you had to be strong, to carry on walking away, you couldn’t let him hurt you again. It was time to move on.

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[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

WIP Wednesday

Title: Extraordinary

Pairings: HotchReid (more to come)

Summary: League of Extraordinary Gentleman/Vampire AU;

Within the FBI there is a specialized team full of an elite selection of people. Unique individuals with very particular skill sets. And their job is to take the unusual cases: the ones that need to not only be solved, but are undetermined if the unsub is human, or something else entirely.

In a world filled with Vampires, non-human creatures, and subspecies unknown, there is only enough information to have them vaguely regulated. Rules that are so easily, and violently broken, all while hidden in plain sight among the unsuspecting public. Unrivaled for eons.

That’s where the BAU comes in.

Official Posting Date: October 2021

Links: (Masterpost) (Snippet 01) (Snippet 02) (Snippet 03) (Snippet 04)

(TW/CW: dead body/crime scene, blood and bite wounds talked about in detail, hypnosis/compelling someone to do something against their will, overall discussion of murder (basically what we see in every episode of the show))

(the story so far/what you need to know for this clip at least: Absolutely nothing you don’t already know, this is legit from the first chapter. Hotch is a Vampire (although the LEOs don’t really know that), Rossi is a priest, Morgan is so empathetically telepathic he can touch the auras in the air, and Reid is Reid. I know I’ve been giving you the juicy HotchReid stuff but here have some case stuff too, to see what you’re in for with the plot and everything. This is FIRST DRAFT so it’s terribly unpolished, first part is generalized POV (hence the more professional titles) and the second is within the team dynamics so they get more familiar. idk my first drafts are messy and indecisive, enjoy anyway. 💕)

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They approach the body and Rainer shoos away his pestering, hovering officers and --- winces once again at the sight of the bloodied woman. “This is the third body in two days; a jogger found her about 6 am. Coroner says she thinks she’s been dead for about 6 hours; killed in the middle of the night, just like the others.” 

“Closer to five hours, I think,” Dr. Reid says, crouching down to look closer. All long legs and his gun looking too big on his belt next to his FBI badge. “Could still be within the Witching Hour, though.”

“Do you have accurate time of death estimates for the other two bodies?” Agent Morgan adds on, already picking up the train of thought Dr. Reid has started on. The detective pulls out an old-school flip notebook book and looks through it before answering.

“3:15am the first night, 9:30pm last night and now this.”

“Well that rules out hex, sacrifice, and spell gone wrong,” he concludes, as the other agents surround the body to inspect it from all angles. “So what are we thinking?”

“It’s a frenzied bite,” Agent Hotchner points out, looking from where he stands and not having to get as close as Dr. Reid to inspect it accurately. His eyesight is better than any microscope. “Shows multiple entries, it couldn’t get a good enough hold to rip her throat. Or she struggled, so it wasn’t strong enough to keep her pinned down.”

“The boys think it’s a Vamp,” Detective Rainer points out. “Maybe a baby one, still learning the ropes?”

“Vampire changes are regulated and no sire would allow whoever they turned to do this,” Agent Hotchner says, a colder flint to his voice that matches the way his dark stare cuts up to the detective. “No one has been turned in the United States in the past twelve years.”

“It’s not a Vampire bite,” Dr. Reid agrees, putting on latex gloves to further inspect the body and test the bite radius. “And it’s not a werewolf bite, either.”

“...Werewolf?” the detective says with a winded sound, eyes wide and looking to the three agents who didn’t even blink at the word. “There’s -- there’s such thing as werewolves?” 

“Detective, I think you should let my team and I work, we will come to you with our findings and then help you track down your killer.” Agent Hotchner doesn’t leave room for argument, his dark brown eyes looking pitch black in the early morning light, and Detective Rainer… suddenly feels the overwhelming urge to walk away. Like he can’t breathe if he doesn’t comply; he fights it, tries to fight it, and feels his will crumble beneath him like a sand bank giving way under his feet. He turns, even that small gesture lessening the pressure crushing his chest, and takes a step away from the group, air swept into his lungs like a riptide. He makes a hasty retreat after that, winded as if he just ran up a flight of stairs and the sweet taste of oxygen being his only reprieve. He doesn’t know what happened, and wouldn’t upon further inspection until much, much later.

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“That wasn’t very nice, Hotch,” Rossi points out with a look of glib reprimand towards their team leader. “I thought compelling feeble minded beat cops was for those who have no skills to avoid it.”

“My patience was running thin, and we need to move faster on this case before our unsub kills again. He’s escalating.” That much is obvious, by the timeline alone, but Father Rossi still gives him a side-ways glance that says he finds far too much amusement in the undead’s antics. “Reid, are you sure it’s not a werewolf bite? It would explain the lack of control and precision.”

“I’m sure,” Reid says with finality, and no one makes a mention on why. He had done more research than any human possibly could in the past few months on werewolf transformation and the after effects of attacks. With what happened to one of their former agents mere months ago, no one doubted his newly learned expertise. “It’s also not a shifter, or a ghoul. We can rule out ghost and poltergeist as well, no residue or temperature shifts.” 

“Demon possession?” Morgan asks, looking to Rossi just as he does his customary Sign of the Cross at the mere mention. Can’t help the gesture, after his own past experiences. Giving anything the power of a name, even arbitrary, can be a dangerous thing. 

“We can’t rule it out,” he admits. “The teeth marks are human, someone possessed would still have a hard time biting that deep and doing that much damage. Cannibalism is only reserved for the amusements of level three demons, however they aren’t usually powerful enough to reach the mortal plane or take possession of someone’s body. They would need help.” 

“You really think someone would weaponize a demon like that?” 

“We’ve seen people do worse things, as has history, but I’d like to hope it wouldn’t happen in my lifetime.” 

“We need more information,” Hotch concludes, arms crossed and watching as Reid stands up and removes the blood stained gloves. “Morgan,” his gaze cuts to the tall man in his deep blue suit. “Can you walk the scene, tell us what you see?”

“Not with this many people around,” Morgan shakes his head, eyes glancing to every person within a twenty foot radius. “Too many readings, the aura field here looks like an oil spill. The only thing I can latch onto is…” his gaze is back on the ground, hovering over the dead woman, who would have no aura to speak of at all and therefore a blank canvas. He replaces Reid’s space, crouching down to touch the air over the bite wound. Fingers spread wide, less than a foot from her but not touching, palm suddenly curving as if over an invisible shoulder, the place where someone had once been not so long ago. It could have been the coroner, or the crime scene photographer, but with it being so close to the body -- chances were it was the unsub.

“They were crouched down, half on the ground, no… human thoughts that I can hear,” he says, closing his eyes and letting his hand glide through the air a little more, following the curve of someone’s spine and up their neck, resting where the head would be. “They have a fever burning them up, hot as a furnace--” he keeps his hand there too long, suddenly jerks it back as if it had physically burned him, then stands up again. Shaking off the aura reading still sticking to his fingers and the forefront of his mind. “Sound like anything you’ve heard of, pretty boy?” 

Reid shakes his head, sharing a glance with Father Rossi. “We might have to go through some of your demonology books.” The older man grins wide.

“You just want to get your hands on them, at this rate you’ll have them memorized by next week.” 

“Dave --” Hotch says slow, a reprimand of his own.

“Fine, fine, I’ll have Garcia send us some scans. If the Vatican knew I was putting a book like that in his hands they’d strip me of all my titles.”

“Didn’t they already do that?” Morgan teases with a grin.

“Ex-communicated. I got to keep the dog collar, the honorifics, bless the holy water, you know -- the party tricks.” 

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#THIS IS JUST A SNIPPET #a really fucking long snippet but who's counting #I've missed WIP wednesdays #spooky season is upon us so I'm channeling that #a glimpse at how they handle cases that obviously don't look human #cw blood #cw murder #cw biting #paranormal stuff #sorry it's kind of all over the place but I got to play with Morgan's abilities and that was fun for me #Extraordinary #katyswriting #katyswip #wip wednesday #ALSO I DECIDED ON A POSTING DATE hope that doesn't bite me in the ass later lol

[gh0ulbunni]

Aight bitches, headcanons for my version of the WATXM Cartoon's 'Mortimer Toynbee'

(TW: Death, suicide, depression, mental illness, body horror but it's not that bad)

-The stage we see Mortimer at in the show is most likely him as an 18 - 20 year old, still in the juvenile stages of his mutation as it occurred after the death of his mother Esmerelda. Esmerelda was a kind and meek but busy woman who ultimately died from a stroke caused by high blood pressure. She worked 3 high stress jobs in order to try and keep a roof over her and Mort's heads as his father gave up his rights because he "Didn't want a freak for a son and that he'd never be his son."

-When his mutation actually began to show after her death when he was 3, Mortimer's once ivory skin turned fully green and due to the neglect his hair became matted in chunks (the braids we see in the show), his hygiene dropped to little to no self-care because of the new allergic reactions he'd get when his new sensitive skin came into contact with the naturally chemical loaded body washes, deodorants, shampoo, and tooth pastes that he had. He turned to showering with just water and brushing his teeth with just water, but the water the brotherhood has access to was INCREDIBLY dirty and laced with chemicals that made him sick.

-Mortimer is actually incredibly smart, but others would feel threatened by him when he tried to show this so he mainly acts dumb and stupid as a way to avoid conflict and aggression from people (Specifically Pietro and Dominikos).

-At 22 he finally leaves the brotherhood after being there for 4 years and tries to take his own life only to realize he's developed superhuman durability and a healing factor. This immediately makes him frustrated because he feels he's been punished and forced to live a miserable life.. And in comes Spider-Man who talks him out of trying to jump and takes him to SHIELD.

-After a few days at SHIELD's holding cells he makes a bit of an impression on Fury who offers him a role as an agent. Mortimer, a people pleaser who'll take any chance to climb up the ladder in life, immediately agrees and sets to work training.

-As he trains, his mutation gets stronger and he unlocks more abilities he never thought he could have: Superhuman strength, durability, endurance, agility, senses, special eyesight, chemical and toxin production, flexible bone structure, superhuman lungs, telepathic communication with amphibians, acidic saliva, flaming tongue, and a venomous pheremone secretion that allows for mind control.

-The final step was when he fell extremely ill and it was discovered that his genetic makeup was severely broken due his involvement in an experiment called the Black Womb Project, ran by Charles Xavier's step-father/Juggernaut's father Kurt Marko. This left Mortimer's DNA and mutation severely unstable and it almost caused him to loose control of his new powers and have multiple mental breakdowns and even a manic episode where was on an extreme high before going through psychosis in which he believed Magneto was out to kill him for leaving his son's group.

-After having a hell of a few months, Mortimer is put through a new process called Genetic Rehabilitation designed for mutants who've been forced through experimentation programs and have had their DNA damaged.

-After a while his skin turns from 100% green to 40% green with lots of ivory patches. The tops of his hands, chest, stomach, inside of his legs, and the tops and bottoms of his feet are a pale ivory color while his back, neck, cheek and temples, arms, his sides, and the outsides of his legs are varying shades of soft green with patches of dark green ranging in sizes from small to giant patches on his joints and sockets (shoulders, elbows, knees, and hips) which he's self-concious about at first but comes to love his new look. The most shocking part is his eyes which become black with amber irises that have flicks of lime and gold in them.

-Along with getting therapy for his DNA and body, he gets therapy for his mental health which.. Hoo boy he was and still is strugglin (but not as bad). He has: BPD, C-PTSD, GAD, ODD, and Depression.

-Absolutely loves brushing and caring for his hair, which, after it's unmatted and cleaned of bugs and gunk is ass length and black with a silky shine to it. He still wears his old bandana thing

-Has picked up playing a musical instrument in his spare time. If he isn't working, tinkering with his suit, gear, and gadgets then he's playing... The violin?

-He's suprisingly good at it.

-After becoming a shield agent he starts to get more confidence before meeting a mutant who was currently in SHIELD's custody... Said mutant being the oc of @ohmygillygoshoppler

-Callista and Mortimer become close, he spends lunchbreaks with her, constantly volunteers to be her guard/escort when she's let out.

-Ok so, dad headcanons lETS GO

-Cal and Mort end up having a daughter named after his mom, and her thing is having her mom's monster mouth with mouths on her hands that can shoot out 13ft long flaming tongues. Esme (or Esmerelda) absolutely becomes a rescue hero

-Callie is into clown/circus lolita outfits and Mortimer is a grunge punk. Esme never gets dressed in the basic ass kids clothes, she looks like mini Wednesday Addams.

-This child never gets put down (physically), Mort or Cal are always holding her.

-Mort and Esme are the epitome of "Don't talk to me or my kid ever again" while Esme is copying her dad's glare.

-Alright, Mort's strong.

-Like, really strong. He didn't even know how strong until he was cornered on his first mission as a shield agent and he kicked his enemy with his leg so hard he decapitates them.

-He can kick hard enough to knock down concrete walls, snap people in half, crack and damage paved roads, and create enough air pressure to knock people over.

-His tongue can crush skulls

-He could get hit by a semi-truck and still walk away with a few bruises

-Develops a bite force of 1,000 PSI (Less than a polar bear)

-He bench presses 3 tons with his legs and 1 ton with his arms

-Develops retractable claws that can lengthen and shorten, he uses these to fight.

-Looks like he could kill you, can kill you but has the energy of a golden retriever puppy

-As he ages he becomes more.. Forgiving? Of the people who've hurt him, specifically Pietro. He'll forgive but never forget, it's like when you drop a mug. It won't ever be the same.

-I imagine he fights a lot like how Deku does? The leg based fighting and shoot style is a big part of his fight style.

-Legs for daaaaaaaays, they're so long. Also he's 5'8 now because Toad is canonically 5'8 - 5'10 and he'll hold it over Wolverine while snickering.

#headcanons #xmen headcanon #my headcanons #artists on tumblr #x-men #x men the animated series #x men first class #x men rp #marvel #character design #mortimer toynbee #this can also go for Todd too #todd tolansky #x-men toad #the brotherhood of evil mutants

[backtobackbakubabe]

I am the Alpha Now Part 17

Bakugo X Reader

Words : 2431

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Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically.

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When you woke up you felt like you had a hangover. Your whole body ached, your mouth was dry, your head was pounding, and to top it off you wanted to hurl. Lucky for you, you didn’t really have enough in your stomach to throw up.

So instead you just laid still, curled up on your side, doing your best to pretend the last 48 hours weren’t real. Pretending that you were back in your room at UA and any minute now Katsuki was going to turn over and wrap you in his arms. Maybe he’d scold you for sleeping in. Or maybe he’d be in a good mood and bring you coffee, just the way he knows you like it.

You were ripped away from your little fantasy as the sound of the door slamming. “Wake up brat, it’s time to eat.” Dabi plopped down rather roughly next to you with a bag in hand. “You’re American right? So, I figured this would work.”

You cracked an eye open to see a McDonalds bag and your stomach started to roll just looking at it. “I think I’m going to be sick…”

Dabi scoffed, “What you too good for fast food or something?” He pulled out a box of nuggets and some fries.

Honestly it had been a while since you had the greasy food. Katsuki had made it a habit to cook for you whenever he could. He was a master meal prepper and his cooking was always healthy. Delicious for sure, but he would never give you junk food.

You hummed as you tried to sit up. Clenching your eyes shut the entire time. “I’m pretty sure if I eat anything right now, I’ll just throw it up.”

“And I’m pretty sure you won’t feel any better until you get some food in your stomach. Now stop being such a child and eat.” He pulled out a gallon jug of water, “And drink this. You’re probably a little dehydrated from sweating so much earlier.”

He caught you looking at him like he had two heads and he growled. “Look just because I’m pretty much a villain, and I basically kidnapped you, doesn’t mean I’m completely heartless. And I’m definitely not stupid. If you’re going to be in any kind of fighting condition, we need to at least try to take care of you.”

You glared at him, “Do you usually take care of people by beating the shit out of them?”

He shoved the box of nuggets into your hands, “No, I don’t usually take care of anyone at all. Be happy I’m even trying. Just fucking eat already we have more work to do.”

You froze with a nugget halfway to your mouth. “I-I can’t take anymore today.”

He just rolled his eyes, “God you’re such a weenie. We’re just going over some files. Besides I thought you weren’t scared of me…”

Your eyebrows knitted together, “I’m not scared of you. If I wanted to leave right now I could! The only thing keeping me here is the blackmail…” Your voice got quieter, “And the fact that my body doesn’t seem to want to move…”

You took a small nibble of your chicken nugget and you had to admit it was actually helping a little bit. Dabi gave you a knowing smirk, “Atta girl. Eat up, we have a lot to go over and I don’t like repeating myself.”

He spread a few files open on the table in front of you. You noticed one belonged to you and you really hoped he wouldn’t be going into that one. The rest however seemed to be everything they knew about Shigaraki. On top there where several pictures of people that he had killed. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as your vision blurred and your head swam with those images you would never be able to unsee. How was Dabi so casual about this?

Speaking of Dabi he was currently snapping in your face, “Seriously? Pay attention would ya? …..Fucking zombie”

You tried to return your attention back to what he was saying. Honestly, a lot of it you already knew from what you learned about him at UA. The league of villains was a hot topic. The league had a weird obsession with the students that attended there so naturally UA made sure to prepare them for worst case scenario.

You weren’t going to tell Dabi that though. Firstly, because he doesn’t need to know how much you already knew about him, and secondly… the longer he talks about this shit, the longer you don’t have to “train” with him.

Dabi had been absolutely brutal. He had broken your bones, burned you, stabbed you, and at one point you were sure he gave you a concussion. The worst part was you couldn’t even defend yourself. You were expected to sit there and voluntarily let him hurt you over and over again. It was no wonder why you felt like shit now.

You continued to nibble on your nuggets as Dabi drowned on, pointing to words on a page that you couldn’t even focus on. You hugged your knees to your chest, and for the hundredth time since you left UA, you felt empty. There was this constant nagging feeling at the back of your mind. No doubt it was Katsuki or Mercy doing everything in their power to open up the bond on their end. It was starting to give you a headache.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. Dabi without missing a beat continued talking while pushing the water jug towards you.

When you didn’t drink anything, he rolled his eyes, “You have a headache because you’re dehydrated. Fucking drink some water.”

A deep growl rolled through your chest, “No… I have a headache because in the last 48 hours a certain someone has bashed my skull in… Twice!” You winced as a sharp but brief pain ripped through your head.

To your disgust Dabi just chuckled at your pain. “You’ll heal. Besides it’s probably just a migraine. Don’t be dramatic.” He stood up and dimmed the lights. “There, now quit your bitchin, drink your water, and fucking pay attention would ya?”

*****************BAKUGO’S POV*****************************

He was never known to be a patient man. So, it was no surprise that he had been pacing for the past twenty minutes, waiting for Hawks. There was no reason he should have beaten Hawks here… the fucker had wings!

He was running an angry hand through his hair when he felt a light breeze followed by the thud of feet hitting the ground.

“About fucking time! What? Did you stop to get your nails done on the way here? I told you I’m in a hurry!” Bakugo’s eyes narrowed as Hawks took his time approaching him.

“Calm down dude. I told you I was in the middle of hero business. I even did an extra sweep on the way here looking for her. If you could just pull the stick out of your ass for two sec-“

Bakugo grabbed Hawks by his stupid jacket. For as tightly as he was gripping him, his voice somehow remained calm “That stick up my ass, is the fact that my girlfriend is missing. I’m sorry if that doesn’t seem to be a priority for you, but I refuse to give up until I find her. Now… are you going to listen to what I have to say, or am I just wasting my time?”

Hawks eyes went from surprised, to angry, to soft in the matter of seconds. But that’s what he does best right? Bakugo’s heard stories about how sneaky and manipulative Hawks can be. “Look I get it, you’re worried. I can’t even pretend to understand how deep this goes. Aizawa told me about your little link to her or whatever… sounds intense.”

Bakugo’s dropped his hands back to his sides and grunted, “It is. And it’s also none of your business So, are you going to help or what?”

Hawks put his hand on Bakugo’s shoulder and tried to give it a reassuring squeeze. “I promise you. I’ll do everything I can to bring her home safe.”

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“You want me to what?”

You were currently wrapped in a blanket looking at Dabi as if he had lost his mind. Which in your defense he probably had.

“Exactly what I said. I want you to try and heal yourself as you’re getting hurt. Do your freaky little eye glowy thing you do when you heal yourself before I actually hurt you. See if it helps counteract it.” He was reaching a hand out to you now, and you noticed they were starting to smoke a little.

You jumped away from him, “Please don’t. I thought you said we were done with that for today?” You frantically looked around for a place you could hide from him. You could lock yourself in the bathroom. But then he’d probably just kick the door down… or melt the handle.

Your gaze snapped back to his, he looked like he was having fun. “Besides it’s hard to stop my shift once I start to go into Alpha mode.”

Dabi smirked at you, “Okay well as much as I’m dying to see what that looks like. Can you just…not? I mean you said you heal faster as a human right?”

You shook your head, “I mean, technically I do. But I think that’s just because my human body is easier to hurt. My wolf form is more… I don’t know. Durable, I guess. Katsuki collapsed a whole ass mountain on me once during training. Sure, it hurt like a bitch, but I survived.”

Dabi nodded as he uncharacteristically took interest in what you were saying. “Ok so your wolf form can take more damage, but you heal faster human… And this has nothing to do with your “Alpha mode” or whatever?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “You look like you have an idea… and usually your ideas hurt.”

“Relax weenie. I’m just trying to think this through. I’m trying to find out if there is a way to combine your wolf strength, with your human healing. Can you go into Alpha mode without shifting?”

You scoffed, “Where you not just listening. Going into Alpha mode is what triggers my shift. I can do it for small bursts of time as long as I reign it back in fast enough. But no longer than a minute.”

He threw his hands in the air in exasperation, “You say that as if it’s a well known fact. I fucking met you like two days ago. I don’t even know what the difference between Alpha mode and the rest of you even is.”

You pulled the blanket tighter around you, “If it’s not something that I do through the pack bond then I need to use Alpha mode. So shifting. Alpha commands. My senses are already naturally heightened but they’re even more so in Alpha Mode. Then there’s the speed, strength, and like I said the durability. And yes, technically healing is a part of that, but that’s something that over time just became a subconscious thing. Hence why I do it more in my human form.”

He walked over to you and tugged on the blanket, “Okay, well you said you could use it in short bursts. Do you think you could focus on just the durability part? Could you make that a subconscious thing too?” He yanked the blanket away from and pressed a hot palm on your bicep and squeezed.

You squeezed your eyes shut as they began to water. It wasn’t burning, not yet, but it was hot enough to be uncomfortable. “Look I’m getting really sick of your shit. You keep pushing me like this and one of us is going to end up dead, and it’s not going to be the one who can heal themselves.” When you opened your eyes again they were glowing. Your anger was quickly becoming the only emotion you could feel.

“Good girl. Now-“

“NO!” You snapped at him. “You don’t get to call me a good girl.” You grabbed his hand and yanked it back away from your arm. “You don’t get to beat me and berate me, and then buy me chicken nuggets and think everything is okay.” You could feel yourself start to slowly shift, your teeth coming to a point, your claws start to poke through your fingernails. “Because I am NOT YOUR GOOD GIRL!” You felt the familiar tingle go down your spine, signally you were about to shift.

“Whatever you do, don’t shift! Hold that as long as possible.” He was totally ignoring your outburst. “Start trying to heal yourself.”

You growled, “Heal myself? I’m not hurt you lunatic.”

A burning sensation engulfed the hand you were using to hold his wrist. “You are now… Now try again. Start healing yourself. Before I do anything. I want to test something out.”

****************BAKUGO POV***********************************

The whole meeting has just been one big game. Hawks fed Bakugo lies about the progress he’s made looking for you. While Bakugo lied about his suspicions of you packing up for America. Both men secretly trying to get the other to slip up and admit what they know.

Bakugo’s teeth were grinding so hard he was surprised his teeth hadn’t cracked.

Hawks was in the middle of another bullshit lie when two familiar people approached the table and took a seat on either side of Bakugo. “Oi! What the fuck are you doing here?”

Hawks smirked, “Oh I hope you don’t mind. They were worried about you, so I asked them to meet us.”

Kirishima and Midoriya were both giving him worried, sympathetic looks to which Bakugo rolled his eyes. “I told you idiots I would check in later tonight.”

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, but you didn’t look so hot when we left you this morning. Plus, we feel bad for ditching you for graduation.”

Midoriya pipped in, “What kind of hero’s would we be if we can’t even help find our own friend. But we’re here now and we’re ready to help in any way we can.”

Bakugo’s nerves were already too fried to even start to argue with Midoriya. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, knowing otherwise he was going to blow the building up. When he opened his eyes though, Hawks was gone. “WHAT THE FUCK?! WHERE DID THE CHICKEN SHIT GO?!”

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[chaotic-nick]

it is the miche hc anon, and I am back to gift you

frat boy! Miche hcs

fratboy! Miche is on the rugby team and is a environment engineering major ,with a minor in sustainability

fratboy! Miche plays the legend of Zelda on his Nintendo switch in His room in the frat house when he doesn’t feel like partying

fratboy! Miche sometimes hates living in a frat house, because the smell of alcohol irritates his nose

fratboy! Miche grows out his hair , so that he can but it in a man bun

fratboy! Miche is never on time for class unless reader drags him out of bed

frat boy! Miche gets up to go to the gym then goes right back to sleep

fratboy! Miche asks reader to help him beat the water temple in the legend of zelda: ocarina of time

frat boy! Miche asks reader to piece his ear in his room

fratboy! Miche can handle his alcohol , but he despises beer. He’s more of a whiskey/rum type of guy

fratboy!miche walks reader to and from her night class

frat boy miche ! dresses like this and this

✨frat boy miche✨

MICHE HEADCANON ANON! (You're gonna be so happy when I post the stories where I used your headcanons!) But how did you know I have Fratboy Miche in the works?! That's set out to be posted in May/June? 😳

*We're connected telepathically LOL*

I wish I knew what Zelda is, I didn't grow up playing any games because my parents really thought it'd damage my brain (I am saving up for a coral switch though, is that a good thing anon?)

Fratboy! Miche Headcanons ahead

I imagine fratboy! Miche and reader having the 'I look tough but it's my girlfriend who you should be scared of' dynamic

Fratboy Miche! who sings this to reader and is super off-key. Maybe her borrows her ukelele and just strums it so badly in her dorm room.

Fratboy Miche! Growing out his hair to put in a man bun, but reader braids them when she's hanging out with him.

OOh also my fave college au trope, Stem major! Miche X Art major! Reader, I'm imagining the two of them studying at their dorms and reader just gives up because her development communication final wasn't puppet-ing enough (this was my finals and I was crying anon)

Fratboy Miche! who knows reader doesn't drink, so anything his friends give her or when someone hits on her, she's so happy to give him the cup. He doesn't heart to tell her that he doesn't drink whatever concoction they gave her, and just downs it in one go.

Anon, we're giving Fratboy Miche! too much credit, he wouldn't dress so good like that until he's an adult. Fratboy MIche! Would wear his sports shorts and a tank top that won't cover anything manwhore vibes?? lol jk, or maybe a shirt with his frat's symbols with PRIDE

no, fratboy Miche would parade topless around the frathouse way before he met reader.

I'm letting you in my Fratboy! Miche WIP, but

The two of you would have such a happy relationship, that no one in campus would think you'd break up. But slowly Miche is realising that you'd rather be with him, by his side at parties rather than do your usual routine.

He slowly realises he's a bad influence on you.

As asshole-y as it sounds, fratboy Miche! breaks up with you through a phone call when both of you are apart from each other. Just because he can't do it.

He has his script ready and all, and with the power of alcohol says "You're really smart compared to me, I'm just me. I don't wanna hold you back anymore."

But because he's drunk he says this instead,

"I'm breaking up with you because you're holding me back."

Yep, this is how the fic is starting, mix it with southeast Asian family drama and I think you'll like it anon!

#nick headcanons #nick answers #MH anon

[helenofsimblr]

Ellen the blue sixamite Agency physician stared in exasperation at what the young Robinson was up to at the computer. 

Ellen: This is moving at imprudent speed General. I urge you to call the whole thing off while we still can.

Guy: No! Can’t you see its done? The Chloridium 3 is almost purged from his system completely, the Isotope 9 is repropagating again, and the wounds are healing. General please, in 2 weeks, maybe less he’ll wake up.

Ellen: And when he does, then what? I can’t get any brain activity from him Guy, nothing is happening in his mind, a super strong mindless husk could come smashing out of that tube and then what?! His conscious is not reachable, its gone.

Guy: N-no. That’s not right... It can’t be.

Ellen: You’re exceptional... for a human... but this is an understanding presently beyond you Guy. I’m telepathic, you’re not. I have to consider the health and welfare of everybody and your “patient” there, represents a threat. I know you want your father back, but there is no conscious mind there...

***

General Viery stared into the tube and studied Bob.

General Viery: What am I thinking about right now Doctor?

Ellen: ... Your wife’s forthcoming garden party and making small talk with her guests. Its not... flattering... your thoughts.

General: Correctamundo. Much as I am loathed to say this kid, but we’re outta time. The Supreme Chancellor himself wants a report, and his Minister of Armed Forces is personally coming to visit. They want your father’s body, his body is the most valuable hunk of flesh in the whole united districts, and I’ve used every trick in the book to keep him here... Seems like there might still be some interest in Biogentics after all...

Guy: So that’s it? We get to the end, and we’re calling it a day.

General: Kid, you’ve been at this years... *he sighed.* I can buy you another month at most, if he ain’t back on his feet and speaking common tongue by then... there’ll be nothing I can do, those government motherfuckers will be in here and that will be it.

Ellen: This, is a mistake. He’s brain dead, we are too late.

General: Maybe, but we gotta try. If he is...

Guy didn’t take his eyes off the computer screen. He couldn’t bear to look at either of them. It seemed like a lifetime ago, a young boy barely hitting puberty came and begged the General with a crazy plan.

***

Ellen: Well there’s a good chance he will wake up catatonic, if he does we’re in luck. If he doesn’t, lets hopp somebody’s got a shotgun...

Guy *curtly*: My dad will be ok. 

General: Now, I ain’t no science wizard but... shouldn’t his head be the other end of this pod? How the fuck is he moving in there?

Guy: He’s regained some of his motor functions already, the damaged nerves in his spine are almost totally grown back he’s been moving about for a while now. 

General: And you didn’t think to report this - MINOR - detail? 

Guy: No, sorry General I was... I didn’t sort of connect... sorry. As the suspended animation runs down to coincide with his recovery he’s been moving about more and more. 

General Viery just nodded. Guy was only young, and he wasn’t a military man, he had no ideas about chain of command. Ellen sighed and shook her head. She disagreed with this, the ethics of it, the validity everything. 

General: Then... maybe its time to prepare a new cover story for the press. “Crashed test pilot found alive.” Either way this goes you’re gonna cause me a shit load of meetings and paperwork kid. Lets do this. See it through to the very end Mr Robinson. Lets bring your dad home.

THE END of Season 1

Guy and the others will return in... “The Tomorrow Men.”

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #Tales From the District #season 1 #finale #last episode #guy #General viery #ellen #KSU

[thelittlesttimelord]

The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 10

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 10 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 10/? SUMMARY: With the Doctor newly regenerated, he and Elise must now navigate their new relationship. The Doctor is an old man and Elise is a headstrong young woman. She is no longer the scared little girl the Doctor saved all those years ago. Will Clara be able to keep them from killing each other?

The three of them left the cell with Robin holding the block they were chained to.

“Now what?” Robin asked.

“First, a blacksmith's forge,” the Doctor said.

“So as to remove our chains?”

“No. So I can knock up an ornamental plant stand. Of course it's so we can get rid of our chains. I don't want to be manacled to you all night and I know Elise sure as hell doesn’t.”

You read my mind.

The Doctor looked at her. Course I did.

Elise’s eyes went wide. This was the first time this Doctor had communicated with her telepathically.

Robin laughed.

“Oh, no. Please, don't do that,” the Doctor told him.

“Ornamental plant stand.”

“It's not even that funny.”

“You're an amusing fellow, Doctor.”

“Oh, don't. Can you just stop! You'll give yourself a hernia.”

Robin continued laughing.

I’m about two seconds away from murdering him.

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. I wouldn’t blame you honestly.

They managed to get free of their chains and they came across a metal doorway.

He looked over at Elise, who nodded.

They walked through it and stepped into a room with a glowing sphere attached to a console.

“At last. Something real. No more fairy tales,” the Doctor said.

“What is this place?” Robin asked.

“A spaceship. More twenty ninth century than twelfth.”

The Doctor danced around the databanks, making Elise smile. It reminded her of the regeneration that raised her.

“Data banks, data banks, data banks. Where was this ship headed?”

The computer screen responded to the Doctor’s voice.

“The Promised Land again. Like the Half-Faced Man, but more sophisticated. It disguised itself as a twelfth century castle. It merges into the culture, tries to keep a low profile, so no one notices. That explains the robot knights.”

The sphere in the middle of the room was smoking.

“But the engines. The engines are damaged. They're leaking radiation into the local atmosphere, creating a temporary climate of staggering benevolence.”

“I beg pardon?” Robin asked.

“I told you. It's too sunny. It's too green. And there is even an evil sheriff to oppress the locals. This explains everything, even you.”

“It does?”

“Well, what does every oppressed peasant workforce need? The illusion of hope. Some silly story to get them through the day, lull them into docility, and keep them working. Ship's data banks. Full of every myth and legend you could hope for, including Robin Hood.”

Various pictures of Robin Hood popped up on the screen.

Elise recognized some of them from books she’d read.

“Isn't it time you came clean with me? You're not real and you know it,” the Doctor told him, “Look at you. Perfect eyes, perfect teeth. Nobody has a jawline like that. You're as much a part of what is happening here as the Sheriff and his metal knights. You're a robot.”

“You dare to accuse me of collusion with that villain, the Sheriff?”

“I dare.”

“You false-tongued knave. I should have skewered you when I had the chance.”

“I would like to see you try.”

The door was blown open.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” the Doctor muttered.

The Sheriff entered with Clara and the knights. “Surrender, outlaw,” the Sheriff demanded.

“Very good,” the Doctor commented.

“Kill him. Kill Robin Hood.”

“You can drop all that stuff now, Sheriff.”

“Doctor?” Clara asked.

“He is not what you think he is. This is all play-acting.”

“We can't just let them kill him!”

“You're not fooling anyone, Sheriff.”

A blast from a knight knocked him to the ground.

Clara put herself between the knight and Robin. Robin stumbled to his feet and grabbed Clara around the waist. They backed up towards the window.

“What the hell are you doing?” Clara asked him.

“Surviving.”

“No!”

Robin fell backward out the window with Clara.

“CLARA!” Elise screamed, running over to the window, “No, no, no.” Elise waited for them to surface from the moat, but they didn’t. Elise’s knees buckled. “No,” she breathed.

They’d lost Clara again. For good this time.

“Yeah, sorry about the girl. Such a pretty thing. What a queen she would have made,” the Sheriff said. He turned away and the Doctor and Elise saw Robin climb out of the moat with Clara in his arms.

“Stop pretending. You and your fancy robots. I get it. I understand,” the Doctor told him.

“Oh, so you too know my plans?” the Sheriff asked.

“You and your robots plundering the surrounding countryside for all it's worth. Gold. Gold.” The Doctor snapped his fingers. “Of course. Gold. You are creating a matrix of gold to repair the engine circuitry.”

“This is the scheme the Mechanicals have devised. Soon this skyship will depart. Destination, London. There I will obliterate the King and take my rightful place as ruler of this sceptered isle.”

“It won't work. There's not a chance. I've seen the instruments. There's been too much damage. You are stoking up a gigantic bomb!”

The Sheriff hushed him. A knight knocked the Doctor out.

Elise gasped. The knights approached her and she looked at the window. If Clara and Robin survived, she could too. Before she could make a break for it, the Sheriff grabbed her.

“Ah, ah, love. I couldn’t make the other one my Queen, so you have to do instead.”

“Over my dead body!” Elise snapped.

“Pity.”

The robot knight wrapped his hand around Elise’s neck and everything went black.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Elise woke up next to her father, chained to a wall. Again.

“Engine capacity at forty eight percent,” the robot knight said.

“It's not enough. That's not enough. It'll never make orbit,” the Doctor told him.

There was rumbling in the distance.

“Something tells me that’s not a thunderstorm,” Elise said.

“That's the engines, building in power. Stupid, stupid Sheriff,” the Doctor muttered. The Doctor struggled against the chains. “Go on, give! Give, you stupid things.”

Elise elbowed him and gestured to the girl sitting next to them. It briefly crossed Elise’s mind that the girl looked vaguely like her first body.

“What are you looking at?” the Doctor asked.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

The Doctor quickly explained everything.

“I think I understand you. The Sheriff's using the gold to replace something,” she said.

“That's the principle. But he's a moron. If he tries to fly this ship, it'll explode and wipe out half the country. What we need is a little riot. Time to reflect on lasers and gold. Spread the word.”

The girl freed the Doctor and Elise.

A knight walked up to them. “You are fit for labor. Stand aside while this peasant unit is freed.”

“I'm afraid you're a little late,” the Doctor told it.

“Explain.”

“I'm already free!”

The knight fired a blast at the Doctor who reflected it with a golden plate. The knight fired another one. The girl grabbed another golden plate and the beam reflected back to the knight, blowing it’s head off. More knights appeared and the peasants armed themselves with golden plates. The battle between the knights and the peasants waged on, reminding Elise a lot of their time on Trenzalore. Finally, there was one knight left.

“Everyone, the last one!” the Doctor yelled.

The beam reflected off several of the golden plates, building up power and momentum. It hit the knight, who exploded with a loud BOOM!

Everyone cheered.

“Out, out! Everyone, quickly, get out. Quickly!” the Doctor told them.

“You've saved us all, clever one,” the girl said. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.”

The Doctor touched his cheek.

“Engine capacity at eighty two percent,” they heard.

“You are indeed an ingenious fellow, Doctor. You and your ward. But do you really think your peasants' revolt can stop me?” the Sheriff asked.

“I rather think you're the revolting one around here. I'm bantering. I'm bantering. Listen to me. You don't have enough gold content to seal the engine breach. If you try and take off, you'll wipe out half of England.”

“Liar! From my sky vessel, I shall rule omnipotent.”

“You pudding-headed primitive, shut down the engines. What you're doing will alter the course of history.”

“I sincerely hope so, or I wouldn't be bothering.” The Sheriff motioned for the knights to grab the Doctor and Elise.

“Listen to me. It doesn't have to end like this. Shut it all down, return Clara to me and I'll do what I can.”

“I don't have Clara.”

“Robin's one of yours.”

The Sheriff held up his hand to stop the knights. “What did you say?”

“He's one of your tin-headed puppets, just like these brutes here.”

“Robin Hood is not one of mine.”

“Of course he is. He's a robot, created by your mechanical mates.”

“Why would they do that?”

“To pacify the locals, give them false hope. He's the opiate of the masses.”

“Why would we create an enemy to fight us? What sense would that make? That would be a terrible idea.”

“Yes! Yes, it would. Wouldn't it? Yes, that would be a rubbish idea. Why would you do that? But he can't be. He's not real. He's a legend!”

Robin appeared up in the gallery. “Too kind! And this legend does not come alone.”

Clara appeared behind him. “Hiya!”

Robin stuck his dagger into a tapestry and slid down with Clara holding onto him. “You all right?” Robin asked Clara.

“Hell, yeah.”

“Good. My men have taken the castle.”

“No!” the Sheriff snapped.

“Now I'm going to take you.”

“This one's all mine.” The Sheriff deactivated the knights with the amulet hanging around his neck. “What do you say, outlaw? A final reckoning?”

“Oh, yes.”

The Sheriff and Robin started to fight, while Clara ran over to the Doctor and Elise.

“Are you okay?” the Doctor asked her.

“Fine, yeah.”

“Good. We don't have long.”

The castle started to rumble and shake.

“I shall avenge every slight, outlaw,” the Sheriff said.

“Doctor…” Clara said, staring at the ceiling.

“I know. The whole castle's about to blow.”

“You have long been a thorn in my side,” the Sheriff told Robin.

“Well, everyone should have a hobby. Mine's annoying you.”

“I'll have you boiled in oil at the castle by sunset.”

“Can we make it a little earlier? Cos that's a little past my bedtime.” Robin cut a rope and flew up onto a cross-beam.

“I'm too much for you, outlaw. The first of a new breed. Half man, half engine.” The Sheriff copied Robin’s move and they continued to fight up on the beam. “Never ageing. Never tiring.”

“Are you still talking?”

Elise gasped as the Sheriff sliced at Robin’s arm. He dropped his sword and held his arms out, ready for the killing blow.

“Bow down before your new king, you prince of knaves!” the Sheriff demanded. He charged at Robin who turned so they were back to back, just like he had with the Doctor.

Robin kicked the back of the Sheriff’s knee and he fell into the vat of boiling gold. Robin slid down by the rope. “Sorry. Was that, er, was that showing off?”

“That was amazing,” Clara told him.

The castle shook and stones started to fall.

“Run! Come on, run!” the Doctor yelled.

They made it outside and watched stones crumbled to allow the spaceship to take off.

“It's never going to make it. Not enough gold. It'll never make it into orbit. Where is it? Where did it go?” the Doctor asked Robin.

“Where did what go?” Clara asked.

“The golden arrow.”

“Tuck!” Robin yelled.

“You took it?” the Doctor asked.

“Of course we did. We're robbers,” Tuck said.

“I love you boys.”

“Doctor, what are you suggesting?” Clara asked.

“Golden arrow. It might just be enough gold content to get the ship into orbit and out of harm's way.” The Doctor offered the bow and arrow to Robin.

“No, it has to be you. My arm is injured,” Robin told him.

The Doctor tried and failed to get the arrow onto the bowstring.

“You're good at this. I saw you. You won the tournament,” Clara said.

“I cheated. I made a special arrow with a homing device,” he confessed.

“Oh, brilliant. Right, let me have a go.”

“You? You do Tae Kwon Do. That's not the same thing as this.”

Elise rolled her eyes and grabbed the bow and arrow. She notched the arrow expertly and aimed it at one of the engines.

It hit perfectly and the ship blasted into orbit and away from England. It hit the upper atmosphere and exploded.

Everyone around them cheered. The Merry Men started laughing.

“Still not keen on the laughing thing?” Clara asked the Doctor.

“No, not at all.”

Clara laughed and Robin chuckled.

The Doctor looked around annoyed, so Elise put a hand on his back, silently telling him she agreed with him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Elise and the Doctor hung back while Clara and Robin said their goodbyes. Once Clara had gone inside, they approached him.

“So, is it true, Doctor?” Robin asked.

“Is what true?”

“That in the future I am forgotten as a real man? I am but a legend?”

“I'm afraid it is.”

“Hmm. Good. History is a burden. Stories can make us fly.”

“Well said,” Elise commented.

“I'm still having a little trouble believing yours, I'm afraid,” the Doctor told Robin.

“Is it so hard to credit? That a man born into wealth and privilege should find the plight of the oppressed and weak too much to bear...”

“I know...”

“Until one night he is moved to steal a TARDIS? Fly among the stars, fighting the good fight. Clara told me your stories.”

“She should not have told you any of that.”

“Well. Well, once the story started, she could hardly stop herself. You are their hero, I think.” Robin looked at Elise.

“I'm not a hero.”

“Well, neither am I. But if we both keep pretending to be. Ha-ha! Perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps we will both be stories. And may those stories never end.”

The two of them shook hands.

“Goodbye, Doctor, Time Lord of Gallifrey.” Robin took Elise’s hand in his and gently kissed the back of her hand. “Goodbye, fair Elise Smith. May you and your suitor meet again.”

“Excuse me?”

“The one who calls you Red. A dashing young fellow named…”

“That’s enough. Goodbye, Robin Hood, Earl of Loxley.” The Doctor wrapped a hand around Elise’s arm and gently pulled her towards the TARDIS.

“And remember, Doctor. I'm just as real as you are.”

They entered the TARDIS and the Doctor put her in flight.

What had Robin been about to say before the Doctor cut him off?

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The Osprey and the Barn Owl, pt. ii

Emma plots her escape from Sinister’s lab. Without knowing what’s around every corner, she has to take her best guess and hope she can escape before the Marauders catch her.

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With no sunlight and no way to tell time, Emma tries to measure her stay in visits from Sinister and his lackeys. But the visits are so irregular, sometimes with long stretches of time between them and others with only a few breaths, that Emma can’t properly deduce whether it’s night or day or how long she’s been there.

She’s left with the perpetual ache in her shoulders and her wings, strung up in three directions with no relief. Only once so far have they let her down to relax her joints and finally fold her tormented wings.

They creak and smart and sting as she folds them, the places where her feathers have been ripped out throb; sharp pain runs through her wings when she moves them the right way. She sits for a moment, leaning up against the wall as the feeling comes back into her legs, trying to survey the damage done. But her arms are too sore to do much more than hang them at her sides and let the blood and feeling flow back into her fingers.

She doesn’t even have the strength to try to comb the blood from her feathers. The most she can do is wipe the tears from her face--and Sinister’s lackeys watch her do it. They stand in the doorway and watch her wipe the salty tear tracks from her face. Some watch with a smirk, others watch with indifference. Emma doesn’t know which she prefers more.

The Marauders give her a moment to compose herself, to catch her breath and clean her face of dried salt, before Multiple Man and one of his copies hauls her up and drags her out the door. Emma stumbles along at the center of a loose ring of Marauders. She can’t quite get her feet underneath her; her legs cramp and tingle and being in heels doesn’t help her cause. More than once she nearly twists her ankle, and fans her wings in an effort to keep herself upright.

But the action earns her a pair of hands clamped around the base of her already sore wings and her face slammed into the nearest wall. Emma cries out in pain and distress, the hands tighten around her wings, pulling at the tender joints, sending bolts of pain up her back.

“Wait--wait--” she tries to gasp out in between yanks on her wings. Any other words she tries to say come out as thin wails. She claws at the wall, desperate for some relief from the grip on her wings, but there’s none to be found.

“Try that again--” Arclight, it’s Arclight that has her pinned against the wall, Arclight whose hands are tight around her wings, whose fingers dig into her back, who twists just the right way and Emma screams, her knees buckling, even as Arclight holds her up-- “and I’ll snap your wings in two.”

Emma stiffens, hardly daring to breathe, and closes her eyes. She can’t close her wings, she’s not even sure she should move them, lest Arclight make good on his promise to break them in two. But after a moment the kite releases his hold on her and she drops to her knees, wings drooping to the floor.

Still, Emma manages to find her voice. “I assure you,” she says hoarsely, hoping her voice doesn’t waver with fear, “I have no intentions of trying anything of any kind.” Her arms shake with the effort to support her weight; her head spins.

“Good.” Arclight hauls her up again, this time by her hair, and drags her down the rest of the way down the hall.

“Let go of me!” Emma’s hands fly to her head, all at once trying to dislodge the iron grip Arclight has and trying to keep her wings still. Every instinct screams at her to flap them in desperation, anything to get him to let go and he won’t, and every jerk brings tears to Emma’s eyes. No matter how she protests, he doesn’t let go, not until they reach the end of the hall.

Someone opens a door wide enough for Arclight to throw Emma in. She hits the floor with a hard thump as the door is slammed shut behind her. The sound of the door slamming reverberates through her skull, making the radiating pain worse. Her hair aches down to the roots, and no amount of rubbing makes it go away immediately. Emma lays on the floor for a moment, clutching at the back of her head as though Arclight’s fingers are going to dig into her scalp at any moment.

But she’s alone, and when the ache finally fades as much as it will, Emma sits up and looks around. She’s in another gray room, smaller than her original one, with nothing more than a toilet and a sink.

Emma sighs. “Must everything in this facility be gray?” The design choices are less than appealing to her--and she wears white day in and day out.

The first thing she does is sit back against the wall, white on gray, the only color in this small bland landscape her pale hair and brown speckled wings. She shudders against the cold seeping through her wings. The cold does some good against the muscle aches in her back.

How much longer is she going to be here? How long is Sinister going to keep her strung up like that? It’s not a sustainable position, it’s not something he can leave her in for extended periods of time. She’s growing tired already, and it can’t have been more than a day. Every inch of her aches already, and she’d like nothing more than to curl up on the floor and sleep for a few hours. But she doesn’t have a guarantee they’ll grant her that.

Another few minutes and Emma finally hauls herself up off the floor with a sigh. She goes to the counter and looks into the mirror, finally seeing the dark circles lining her eyes, the dried salt still clinging to her cheeks, the smudged eyeshadow across the bridge of her nose. Only a day, and she’s already a mess.

And it’s only going to get worse.

She pulls her gloves off and sets them beside the sink. Her arms shake as she leans on the counter. She’s worn and exhausted, her body aches with the strain of being  strung up for so long, her wings are sore and swollen, bloodied and ruffled. Sinister’s attempt to look for a decent feather has left her feathers mussed and out of place. With whatever time she has to herself, she’ll have to clean up her wings and get them looking presentable again for however long they’ll last.

A wet paper towel is decent enough to get the blood off, but it's a tedious process that means scrubbing at her feathers a little harder than she’d like. The slightest bit of pressure near the missing feathers, now red and swollen and clotted with dried blood, sends bolts of pain through her wings. The most Emma can do is lay cold towels over the sites in the hopes of relieving the irritation and swelling as best she can.

Someone knocks on the door. “Five minutes.”

Emma sighs. A limited amount of time. She has to make the most of it.

With her last few minutes, she takes the time to relieve herself and drink as much water from the faucet as she thinks is safe--she doesn’t know when she’ll be let out again and she can’t take any risks.

She takes another moment to splash cold water on her face, washing away the dried tears and smudged eyeshadow. It does little to help her exhaustion, but she can’t deny she feels the slightest bit refreshed by such a simple thing. The cold water clears her head. And that’s when the thought finally crosses her mind: she needs an escape plan.

The X-Men haven’t yet come to break her out, and she can’t rely on them to get to her before things get worse. She’s seen some of the things Sinister has sitting around the lab. She’s seen what he’s done to Warren. She’s not eager to see what he has in store for her. But, if she plays her cards right, she’ll be out before he could even think about taking a knife to her wings.

With a plan in mind, and much to the disappointment of the Marauders--no doubt looking for another excuse to swing her around by the wings--Emma emerges from the restroom with time to spare.

Arclight’s displeasure is clear, but Emma offers no resistance. She quietly shuffles along, wings low, and uses this time to get a look at her prison.

Everything is gray, for starters, rather drab, really, though she doesn’t know what other color she’d expect a laboratory to be. Certainly not red. Red in a laboratory is never a good color to see, if her wings are any indication.

Every hallway, every door, every room she catches the briefest glimpse of is gray, and there’s hardly a distinguishing feature between them. What Emma can tell from the few hallways she can see down is that they don’t lead anywhere, only to more rooms and things she knows she doesn’t want to see--even as part of her wonders if she’s going to see them anyway--when Sinister inevitably cuts more from her than just small bits of her wings.

Her wings fluff up at the very thought.

She spots a few avenues she thinks could be promising, but of course without properly exploring them, she won’t know until she’s on her way out. There won’t be nearly enough time for her to test every single one of them; once the Marauders find her out of her cell, the hunt will be on, and she’ll have a finite amount of time before they catch her.

If only she had her telepathy…

But no, they took that from her the moment she came through the door. They made damn sure she’d never be able to use her powers against them. No one wants to worry about a telepath that could render them unconscious without even being in the same room.

Well… She’ll make due with what she has.

(And the moment she gets home, she’ll have Logan hack the damn collar off her neck and grind it into the floor with her heel.)

“Eyes to yourself,” Harpoon snaps, raising his wings to her.

Emma mantles her own, even when she knows she has no chance against the hulking eagle. But she’d rather have her wings broken in a fight than have them broken by a madman in the name of “science.”

“That’s enough.” Arclight steps between them, wings flared. “I won’t have any fights breaking out here.” To Harpoon, ignoring Emma entirely, he says, “Sinister needs her in one piece. You can break her wings when he’s finished with her. If there’s anything left." He shoots Emma a knowing glance. It only fuels her need to escape as soon as possible.

With that, they finish leading her back to her cell. Arclight simply guides her in, but makes no move to chain her. “Sinister has decided to hold on the restraints for now.” He scowls at her. “I don’t agree with it, but he seems to think you’ll be well enough behaved.”

Emma scoffs. “Of course. I have no intentions of running--”

She has every intention of running--

“--therefore I would hate to take advantage of Sinister’s hospitality.” She opens her bloodied wings for emphasis. Arclight says nothing.

When they leave, Emma slumps down against the back wall of the cell and tries to get some sleep. It’s all she can do.

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When she’s next retrieved for a break, Emma doesn’t know if she’ll be able to pull off her escape. She’s weaker this time around; Sinister has started taking more from her than just a handful of feathers. Blood, tissue--Emma’s screams had echoed off the walls of the small cell and been loud enough even Arclight had petitioned Sinister to gag her the next time he wanted to cut into her wings--and she suspects he’ll be coming for bone next.

All the while, she’s been hanging by her arms with her wings splayed out behind her. The toothed clamps have been irritating her wings, rubbing little bald spots where they bite her. Her arms and wrists have begun to go numb and she’s lost all feeling in her legs. There’s no way for her to move to get comfortable without aggravating something else.

The pain in her body doesn’t give her much opportunity to refine the details of her escape plan, of which she doesn’t have many. She knows, at least, that when she’s taken out for another break she’s going to make a run for it and hope for the best. If she can find a way out before the Marauders catch her, she’s golden, if not...She doesn’t want to think about that.

Part of her wonders if Sinister knows she’s plotting something. He’s given her a look every so often as he works on her, as though he has an idea there’s something stirring in her head. She’s tried to keep the thought buried deep in her mind where he won’t find it; she doesn’t need her telepathy to know how to guard her thoughts, although it certainly helps.

On the other hand, she hasn’t felt Sinister trying to probe her mind for any thoughts of escape. So either he has his suspicions and says nothing, content to let Emma hang herself; or he doesn’t have the slightest inkling, thinking her too weak to attempt anything.

Well. She’s about to surprise him, isn’t she?

She’s barely got the energy to shuffle along with the Marauders. It’s only Arclight and Harpoon this time; the kite had called off the other three when they’d pulled Emma from the cell and decided she was in no state to be making trouble.

She’s about to surprise them, too.

Emma musters enough energy to look around without getting Harpoon’s attention. She’s committed her possible avenues of escape to memory, counted the halls and held on to the ones she thinks will be her ticket out. All that’s left for her to do is make a break for it.

She’s already decided she’s going to run after her break. She needs to get water on her face, the back of her neck; take a drink, clean her wings. There’s no sense in running with a sluggish mind.

Or an empty stomach, she thinks regretfully. Water is the only thing she’s had in her stomach for days, though it feels like longer. Oh, how she wishes they would give her something to eat. She can’t remember the last time she had anything.

Emma groans as she leans on the counter. The circles under her eyes have darkened. She’s grown pale. Her hair is mussed and greasy; her wings are bloodied, her feathers unruly; she’s gone bald in some places, between the yanking and cutting and the clamps. Every inch of her hurts.

What she really needs is a warm shower and something warm in her stomach. And what she wouldn’t give to have either of those.

She can’t decide which one she looks forward to more.

“Three minutes.”

Emma lets out a strained groan. “Please,” she tries to say, her voice tired and thin. They don’t hear her.

She uses every second of her time this time, to where they practically drag her out. She goes willingly, doesn’t fight them, doesn’t even so much as give a hint that she’s planning on running. It’s not hard, either. Emma is genuinely exhausted and nothing about her current condition says she has it in her to attempt escape.

But she does it anyway.

As they pass one of the few hallways Emma made a mental note of, she feels a slight breeze come down the hall. It smells fresh, not yet tainted by the stale lab air, and it’s comfortably cold against her wings. Arclight grumbles, something about someone leaving the door opened again, but for Emma, it’s an opportunity. And she takes it.

With as much energy as Emma can muster, she makes a break. She slips behind Harpoon and bolts down the hallway, following the breeze as it combs through her wings. There’s a commotion behind her as Harpoon and Arclight realize she’s taken off, momentarily shocked that she’s even able to take off at all, and the sound of Arclight radioing for the other Marauders echoes down the hall.

The footsteps aren’t long to follow. Emma is out of sight by then, or so she hopes; she doesn’t see anyone when she looks over her shoulder but that doesn’t mean they aren’t going to catch up with her soon. She rounds the corner. Two gray doors lay at the end of the hall, and Emma knows--she knows--that on the other side of those doors is the freedom she craves.

And she knows, no matter how sore and abused her wings are, she’s going to have to fly--and hope she can carry herself all the way home.

The Marauders aren’t far behind her. She can hear them getting closer with each step she takes. She pushes herself towards the doors, even as her body protests, unused to such activity after being chained in one position for so long. But she pushes, she runs faster, and then she’s out--warm air brushes her face, real air, not the stale, recycled air of the lab.

Real air, and trees, and the sun is warm on her face and her wings, it’s been so long since she’s seen the outside and she doesn’t want to go back in, not to Sinister--

The door flies open behind her, the Marauders are on her, if she doesn’t go now, she never will.

Emma unfurls her wings, even as they ache and smart and fiercely protest, and flaps once, twice, and then she’s off, she can just barely make out the horizon over the tree line. The city dosn’t seem so far away, and the Xavier Institute is just beyond that, she can get there no problem, it won’t take her long--and if she has to stop in the city she can take a cab if she needs to--

The trees begin to warp in front of her eyes. Her head spins severely, uncomfortably. Her stomach churns. She loses control of her wings; she can’t fly straight, she can’t fly at all, she needs to land--she needs to get away--and she can’t--she’s going down, and she’s going down fast.

No, no, no--

And then there’s a hand around her ankle and she’s not just falling she’s being yanked out of the sky. She hits the ground hard enough to see stars; the ground never stops spinning, it just spins differently. Black tinges the edges of her vision.

Emma rolls over, watching the clouds swirl above her head and thinking with tears in her eyes that it will be the last time she ever sees them. They’ve caught her, the Marauders caught her, and she’s never going to see the sky or the sun or the trees again.

Her last view of the sky is blocked by Harpoon. The eagle draws his fist back, Emma’s head clears as she realizes what’s coming.

“No, no--”

Harpoon’s face is the last thing she sees.

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Thick, heavy pain pulses through Emma’s face. She can barely open her eyes. Black outlines her vision. Warm blood runs down her face, drips onto the floor. The sound is deafening. It echoes off the walls. It grates in her ears.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Emma can’t raise her head. Trying to makes her head pound and her stomach turn. She groans.

She’s chained up again. The soreness in her arms and her wings is painfully familiar. This time, she doesn’t have the strength to sit with the restraints, and instead she leans against them, straining her limbs further.

The door opens. Emma’s heart races.

She whimpers.

“I must say,” Sinister’s smooth voice rattles her head, “I didn’t expect you to run.” He tilts her head up to look at him. She can’t see much through her swollen eye, and her good eye is filled with tears. Sinister’s face is blurred.

“I must commend you,” he says, “for having that kind of audacity. You made it farther than any of us had anticipated.” He lets her head drop. “But I can’t let such a thing go unpunished, can I?”

Emma finds the strength to raise her head, blinking tears down her face. She should have known he would find some way to keep her from running again. She thinks somewhere in the back of her mind she knew there would be consequences to face for her attempted escape if she was caught, but she’d been so sure she’d get away that she hadn’t taken the time to consider it. Sh whines.

Sinister moves away from her and toward something at the front of the room.

She hadn’t noticed it before, the metal tray sitting across from her. On it are two instruments she can barely make out. Both of them are long and silver and look like blades of some kind. Her heart catches in her throat as she realizes what Sinister plans on doing with her. She lets out a strangled whine.

“Please…”

Sinister ignores her, turning away to look over the instruments on the table. “Be grateful I have no intentions of breaking your legs,” he says, glowering at her. “As for your wings...I have two options.” He lifts the first instrument, something Emma can barely make out as being a large pair of sheers. She lets out a thin wail.

“No, no, please…”

“Your wings will serve me better while they’re still attached.” He sets the sheers down. “But,” he says slowly, thoughtfully, hovering his hand over the second instrument on the tray, “I can’t risk you flying off again, can I?”

He picks up the second instrument. Nothing but a simple pair of scissors.

Emma pulls weakly at her restraints. “Please,” she begs, her voice heavy with tears, as she realizes what Sinister plans on doing. “Please, please don’t, please don’t.”

He ignores her pleas. “And that, Miss Frost, is why I’ve chosen to spare you the pain of a permanent grounding. A simple cut is all I’m going to give you. Quick and painless.”

“Please!” She struggles in her chains to no avail.

Still Sinister ignores her. He reaches down and grabs a handful of her feathers; the overwhelming wave of discomfort and nausea-inducing feeling of wrong makes Emma’s head spin. She can’t look, can’t bring herself to look at her feathers in Sinister’s hand, or the scissors he’s about to use on her.

“No,” she whimpers, finding her voice, harsh and ragged, “no, please, don’t--don’t take them from me!”

The cut doesn’t hurt, but Emma screams all the same.

#wolverine and the x men #emma frost #mr sinister #nathaniel essex #wing au #wingfic #lady whump #wing whump #lab whump #collar mention #blood mention #stress position #threat of broken bones #starvation mention #implied sleep deprivation #hair pulling #wing clipping #holy fuck this got long i'm so sorry #amowmm.b1 #amow march madness #escape attempt

[strahd-von-asthmavich]

The Dread Lands of Ravenloft - Mod Van Richten’s New England In-Table Campaign [Session 6]

Session Highlights

Did you know that this is technically the party’s third official combat? We’re a pretty role-play heavy group.

They’ve angered six very hungry vampire spawn last time! During the lead-up to this session, my players were so scared of TPK. But, spoiler alert, I’m not that cruel. I planned this out to a T!

Side Note: Any art that I share of NPCs within these highlight posts is my (Mod Van Richten’s) original and fan art. Any art that I use for my players that wasn’t created by myself but by other artists is kept private and within our friend circle.

Abrascus Barbarian (4) Path of the Ancestral Guardian Race: Tortle Background: Haunted One

Direthorn Rogue (4) Swashbuckler Race: Drow Background: Urchin

Flopsy Barbarian (4) Path of Wild Magic Race: Rabbit Man Background: Experiment

Mangus Monk (4) Way of the Open Hand Race: Half Elf Background: Urchin

Neracahne Wizard (4) School of Evocation Race: Eladrin Background: Noble

Nyra Rogue (4) Phantom Race: Fairy Background: Noble

CW: decapitation, sensual themes, gender dysphoria

Let’s see how the battle went under the cut!

I made a grave error when writing session 5's recap. I missed a lot of details! Good thing my players don't read these bc they would laugh at me for missing this!

Nyra made two discoveries during the day. While inside the Blue Water Inn, she notices something while Ismark is flirting with Rudy. There's a spirit hovering near the half elf. He looks like a young human boy, and he seems slightly surprised when Nyra suddenly tries to talk to him aloud. After the spirit fades, she hears a voice telepathically:

"I wonder if she can't hear me either."

At the dinner, Nyra can't help but notice the same phenomena again. Instead, she sees multiple tortured spirits around the dinner table and throughout the mansion. It appears that they're all in agony.

The session begins back on Direthorn, who was away from the other adventurers most of the day. They’ve been trying to scavenge for where they can find more pie, without realizing that Flopsy still had pie left despite not being addicted anymore. They’ve gone through garbage cans and different alleyways in vain, scaring townspeople all the while with feral noises.

They’d been so caught up in trying to find pie that they’d completely forgotten about the Baron’s dinner. The only thing that snaps them out of it is Vasili, who catches them scavenging through garbage in the noble district. He snaps them out of it by asking where their friends are. They have no idea, for they weren’t with all of them when they went to the coffin shop earlier that day. Shortly after the conversation starts, however, Adelaide rushes out of the manor and comes up to Vasili to exclaim her worries. She was worried about Escher, but she was also able to tell Vasili and Direthorn where they were. With that, they head straight to the shop.

By the time that the official combat begins, Direthorn, Vasili, and Adelaide are at the entrance. Here are some very notable highlights:

(A/N: Nyra’s player wasn’t able to play for the encounter, but she allowed me to use Nyra’s stats to run her on autopilot during the fight. Unfortunately, I had shit dice rolls)

We had two critical hits: One from Mangus and the other from Abrascus.

Vasili was able to very quickly join the fight, and he had a very powerful rapier. Its blade was pure black, and a lot of its damage was necrotic.

This is the first time that Adelaide shows off her spellcasting to her new friends, but unfortunately it’s not as effective as she’d want it to be.

Izek and four guards arrive at the scene a couple rounds into the fight to help.

Mangus got the first kill of the fight.

Flopsy dealt the most damage in the fight.

Direthorn spent most of the fight antagonizing one vampire spawn in the back corner of the shop. They have spiderclimbing ability and were able to climb up to the window right above the door. Afterwards, they proceeded to mess with this one spawn until it got bored of them (aka: Izek hit them with his hurl flame ability)

We had four critical failures:

Vasili accidentally stabbed Flopsy with his ridiculously powerful rapier.

Mangus lost his quarterstaff by throwing it across the room.

Nyra accidentally pierced Neracahne with one of her arrows.

Abrascus accidentally strikes Adelaide with his greataxe, which leads to major consequences.

After Abrascus hits Adelaide with his greataxe, she looks so angry as she tries to cast a spell on him with little success. However, Escher also saw what happened, and he then cast the same spell on Abrascus, which did success. Abrascus ended up going unconscious because of seeing horrific images.

After the fight was over, Henrik was under arrest. Henrik was terrified and constantly tried to say that he was innocent and was framed. Izek did let the party briefly talk to him, but that ended up being inconclusive. Henrik said he couldn’t say the name of the person that made him do it. Aloud, Flopsy simply said, “It was daddy,” which made everyone very uncomfortable. Again. Henrik was crying out that he was innocent as he was being dragged out of the shop. Vasili left shortly after.

Because the investigation was a success, the adventurers are all considered “guests of honor” during the Festival of the Blazing Sun. What this means for them is that food expenses are all paid for during the festival, and they’re allowed to spend the festival with the baron at his table whenever they wish to.

Ismark arrived with Rudy during the aftermath. One of the vampire spawn was burnt to a crisp by Izek, and Rudy proceeded to decapitate the body. After this, Rudy looked at everyone in confusion, claiming that they needed to decapitate the corpses and then burn the bodies in order for them to die. Flopsy looked confused and told him about how he killed Doru. Even though Doru’s head was bashed in, Rudy tells Flopsy that because he wasn’t decapitated, then he’s technically still active and can eventually regenerate from that.

Rudy is dumbfounded by the party’s lack of knowledge, until he realizes that they’re not really from here. He explains to them that because Barovia is run by a vampire, then vampires that live here are stronger than vampires that would typically be found in the Material Plane. So, it takes more effort to kill them. However, after seeing that Flopsy has Van Richten’s Guide to Vampires, he seems really disappointed that he doesn’t know more about vampires. That is, until he’s given the book and sees that many pages on how to kill vampires are missing. Flopsy tells him that he’d gotten the book like this from Vasili.

When Abrascus wakes up, he’s suffering from an effect of longterm madness, experiencing tremors and feeling shaken up. Rudy quickly takes care of it before it gets too out of hand, and he and Ismark work together to heal the adventurers. When Rudy does this, he holds onto his pan flute while Ismark plays his balalaika to cast his healing spells.

More Content Warnings: Misgendering, trans pregnancy mentioned

Before resting…

Abrascus ended up staying behind at the coffin shop to sleep in one of the coffins. Rudy took exception to this, and he told Flopsy to place a holy symbol on top of the coffin. Just in case. Ismark stays the night with Rudy when they all part ways.

When the rest of the adventurers return to the manor, Flopsy goes inside and can hear Adelaide crying while Escher is tending to the wound caused by Abrascus’ greataxe. She’s devastated that someone she thought was her friend would hurt her like that. Escher tries to assure that things like that happen sometimes, but he will do anything to defend her. Adelaide then asks him, “Is Father going to do something to him?” His answer to her is to not worry about that, for that’s his business.

Flopsy soon makes his presence known, or rather, Escher begins to notice him. He stops talking with Adelaide, and she decides to go see what the girls are up to at the guest house. This leaves Flopsy to continue the conversation he had with Escher earlier that day.

Flopsy insists that Escher needs to tell him who his host was so that he could become a vampire too. Escher refuses to give the name, for it’s too dangerous, but Flopsy can conclude that Strahd is Escher’s host. To challenge that, Flopsy asks, “What if I ask her other dad?” That makes Escher go from deflective to immediate defensive, now that he knows how much Flopsy heard. It’s then that he tells Flopsy that Adelaide having two fathers was supposed to be kept a secret. Escher is transgender, and he left his old life to escape a forced marriage. How that led to him being in Barovia and being one of Strahd’s consorts is unknown.

Escher makes a promise to Flopsy. If he were to tell anyone that Escher was a vampire and that Adelaide is a dhampir, he would know that it was Flopsy that did it. Essentially, he was going to kill him if he told.

Direthorn, Nyra, and Neracahne all go back to the guest house when everything was cleaned up. Some time later is when Adelaide comes over to see them for comfort. They all decide to have a girls’ night where they drink wine and get to know each other. Adelaide quickly starts getting tipsy, and Neracahne and Direthorn immediately pounce on that as a way to get information out of her. They ask her about her papa, and she tells them that he had raised her mostly on his own and that she’s her favorite person. They then ask about her mom. She seems confused, and after some explaining, she tells them, “I don’t have a mom.” They ask if she’s adopted, but that also needs to be explained to her. She says no, and then she explains how Escher came out to her when she was a child.

Even though Escher had said that her body is similar to hers, that doesn’t change the fact that he is a man. Even if he gave birth to her, that doesn’t change the fact that it’s her father. She’s very adamant about that, but she’s relieved that Neracahne and Direthorn respect that. The conversation gets a little more personal when they start asking about who her other dad is. They’d noticed that when she laughed, Adelaide had fangs. She gets scared when trying to explain herself, and it eventually comes out that her other father is Strahd.

When Escher came to Barovia, he was with his party of adventurers in Vallaki. The way that Adelaide described their union was that it was… not exactly a conventional one. But in the end, they’d “married,” but before Escher could be turned, they found out that he was pregnant with Adelaide. They had to wait until after she was born, or else risk her dying in the process. Escher had almost died when she was born, but Adelaide perceives that her papa turning into a vampire saved him. She also tells them that although Strahd hasn’t really been in her life during her childhood, she knows that he cares about her.

She begs them not to tell and makes them promise. Even though they promised her that they wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, Adelaide knows that people will kill her if they find out. They will also kill Escher, and even though it seems like she knows a lot of people hate Strahd, she doesn’t want him to get killed, either. She soon relaxes once she’s reassured, and they’re all able to open up about their personal lives and experiences.

Direthorn talks about being orphaned and running away from the orphanage at thirteen. They’d been alone for the longest time, after they’d lost their best friend. That makes Adelaide feel a little sad as she expresses her sympathy. Neracahne then talks about how she ran away from an arranged marriage. As she’s explaining her story, Adelaide perks up. She exclaims, “That sounds a lot like my papa!”

She then tells Escher’s story to them, or at least, what she knows of it. Escher was a student at a wizarding school before he came out, and he excelled in his studies. Something happened, however, that made him earn his teachers’ ire. He had crafted his very own spell, which was the spell demonstrated at the coffin shop against Abrascus. In response, the teachers lambasted him and told him to stick to his studies. Escher was angered by this and felt like he was being held back.

That story felt so familiar to Neracahne. She’s heard something similar to this in the past.

Adelaide continues the story. After Escher dropped out of school and took up apprenticeship with a necromancer, he started his transition. It was shortly after this that Escher was forced into a marriage. She didn’t quite remember the name of his husband. “...Reginald?” It was their wedding night that Escher used his spell against someone for the very first time. After his husband was knocked unconscious, Escher escaped and became an adventurer.

Now this was too familiar to Neracahne. It’s then that she remembers a story that she overheard when walking through town one day. That person’s name wasn’t Reginald. It was Roland, who was a middle-aged elf that was a well-respected noble. He’d just stepped out of a chapel holding his head. Different people asked what happened to him, and he started talking about his wedding that was roughly a week earlier. He took a young wife and thought that the union was a success. But then, “that crazy bitch stabbed me in the shoulder,” and she then had cast a spell on him that made him go crazy. She then disappeared without a trace.

It’s then that recognition spread across Neracahne’s face. She realizes in that moment that her old friend is Escher.

After the revelation, the night between the girls continues as normal until they all fall asleep together.

There’s one unfortunate problem that night. Mangus was left alone to wander. He didn’t know where to meet everyone, so he ended up in the dark manor while everyone else was at the guest house. Not a single light was on inside the manor, except for in the closed off study. He checks the door and sees that it’s locked, annoyed that he didn’t have any thieves’ tools on him to try and break in. He doesn’t dwell on that thought for long. When he realizes that whoever’s in there is coming out, he hurries to hide so that he’s not noticed.

From his hiding spot, he can hear Vasili walking out of the study, lightly beating something against his hand. He didn’t see what it was, but it was something with a bit of weight to it. Mangus then hears Vasili go back into the room and douse the fire before leaving it with the door locked shut behind him. In the pitch black manor, Mangus hears Vasili walk up the stairs. Mangus tries to go back towards the study to check the door, but in the process, he hears Vasili call, “I know you’re down there.”

Vasili then walks down the stairs in the pitch black manor, appearing to navigate fine despite being a human. Mangus is a little perplexed and tells him that he was trying to find the others, to which Vasili laughs and tells him that he’s in the completely wrong build. But Vasili does offer to take him back to the guest house.

On the way there, Vasili engages in small talk with Mangus in the dark. He asks about Adelaide, but Mangus can’t seem to get his words out. During his fumbling, Vasili asks Mangus to look at him. It’s here that suddenly Mangus finds himself to be charmed. He sees Vasili as a trusted friend to be protected. He can tell him anything, so he does. He’s able to get his words out that he’s interested in Adelaide in a romantic sense, but he’s still trying to process his feelings. It’s what Vasili says that causes the air around them to still.

“You better be careful with that. You do not want to get on Escher’s bad side. Or mine.”

It’s then that Mangus let’s Vasili bite him, revealing himself to be a vampire. After a considerable amount of damage, he says this to Mangus:

“You will not speak of what happened here, you will not tell anyone I spoke with you, and, if I can help it, you will not remember what happened here.”

Flopsy soon comes to the door to the guest house after they’re done, and Vasili briefly engages in pleasantries before going back to the manor. Flopsy drags Mangus into bed to sleep, and from the other room it sounds a little bit awkward. But the session ends there, as the adventurers take their rest.

#curse of strahd #curseofstrahd #curse of strahd campaign #ravenloft #ravenloft 5e #ravenloft campaign #dungeons and dragons #dungeonsanddragons #dungeons and dragons campaign #dnd campaign #mod van richten #dread lands of ravenloft

[valeriethepussycats]

Assemble

Chapter 7

Pairing- Loki x Reader x Steve (one side)

Warning- cursing 

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

Nick sits up, clutching his ribs he looks and see Y/n unconscious. He rushes over to Her and clutch her in his arm. “Y/n wakes up wakes up.”

Nick lays Y/n on the ground and struggles to his feet. He then puts on his earpiece.“Hill?!”

Pandemonium erupts. Emergency alarms set off, fire extinguishers activate near surrounding fires and every agent is in a spinning scramble for their positions and armaments. Agent Hill keeps the bridge as calm as possible.

“Turn up that engine! Number 3 engine is down! Can we get a run in?” Hill runs over to Galaga Player. “Talk to me.”

Galaga Player points to monitor. “Turbine's loose. Mostly intact, but it's impossible to get out there and make repairs while we're in the air.”

“We lose one more engine, we won't be. Somebody's got to get inside and patch that engine.” Hill reported to Nick.

“Stark! You copy that?!” Nick questioned.

“I'm on it!” Tony answered.

“Coulson! Initiate official lock down in the detention section then get to the armory! Move out!.” Nick ordered then Agent Coulson runs out of the bridge.

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Natasha looks over to Banner, who is breathing heavy, having landed hard. He is gripping the grated floor to maintain control, but his eyes are green, his face intense. “I'm okay. We're okay, right?”  Natasha whispered.

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Barton leads his men into the air ducts of the ship. They rappel down into a corridor.

“Get that engine down! Detention! Get him through the dark! Come with me.

Two of his men follow him. They head towards the bridge.”  Barton ordered.

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Tony and Cap run through a dim, debris filled hall. “Find engine three. I'll meet you there.” Tony told Steve. Cap peels off as Tony approaches a tech room. Inside, Tony's Iron Man suit stands waiting, lit above in all its glory.

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Bruce’s face  in the dim light as he struggles to suppress the rage, but his face is growing, changing slowly. Natasha is pulling herself painfully free, talking to Bruce...

“Doctor... Bruce, you gotta fight it. This is just what Loki wants. We're gonna be okay. Listen to me.” Two approaching Shield soldiers arrive to check on her. She furiously waves them away. They bolt out of there. “We're gonna be okay. Right? I swear on my life I will get you out of this, you will walk away, and never...”

“Your life?” Bruce’s voice has the change in it the bitter amusement is morphing to a growled threat. Another explosion rocks the carrier and he turns to look at her, transforming just as the lights go out.

“Bruce.” Natasha pleaded.

Banner suddenly starts transforming into The Hulk and gives Natasha one last knowing look. Natasha struggle free of the rubble. She stops. The Hulk, sensing her, turns his head and puts on a face of a disturb monster. Natasha  jolts  up the stairs with the Hulk  chasing after her. Natasha maneuvers like a black widow should. She rolls under a turbine, starts to crawl within the maze of pipes. The Hulk  pulls them out from above the catwalk.Natasha falls through under the catwalks and quickly and stealthily escapes. The Hulk lets out a roar of rage unlike anything. Primal. Not human.

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Y/n slowly opens her eyes  and sits up on her elbows and see that she’s in a dark room.

”Really the dark room I we were pass this.” Y/n shouted into the abyss but no one responds.

“Oh so you gonna act like you can’t hear me. Phoenix!!” Y/n yelled.

The Phoenix appears behind Y/n. “You called for me.”

“Thank you for greasing me with your presents. I thought we were gonna learn how to be as One what happened. What the hell was that back there.” Y/n questioned.

“I don’t know what your talking about.” The Phoenix answered.

“Making every object known to man on the ship levitate ring any bells?” Y/n asked.

“That  wasn’t me.” The Phoenix stated.

“What?!” Y/n staggered.

“No that was you.” The Phoenix answered.

“No that can’t be right you’re the telepathic you’re the telekinesis not me  that’s always been you.” Y/n  protested.

“Is it?”

Y/n looks up at Phoenix confuse but before she can open her mouth to say anything she’s cut off with the loud roar echoing in her thoughts to the point it snaps her awake and she laying on the floor. When she looks up and see Loki smiling mischievously then blacking out again.

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Fury runs in and sees the chaos has increased even more the before. The Helmsman is in complete disarray. “Bring the carrier inwards and head south. Take us to the water.”

“Why water? Navigations recalibrated after the engine failure.” Helmsman told Nick.

“Is the sun coming up?!”  Nick asked.

“Yes, sir.” Helmsman answered.

“Then put it on the left! Get us over water! One more turbine goes down and we drop.” Nick explained.

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Captain America, pushing with all his strength the door to portside, sees Shield tech in full oxygen masks shoot fire extinguishers and cover from sparks -- largely unable to do  anything. Engine 3 is totally dead. A large chunk of the port side is torn off.

“Stark, I'm here!”

“Good. See what we got.” Tony flies in his Iron Man suit and gets close to the damaged engine.

Tony observes within his viewscreen at the damaged engine and its layouts. “I gotta get this super conducting cooling system back online before I can access the rotors and work on dislodging the debris.”

Iron Man begins pulling on the stuck rotors then looks over at Steve. “I need you to get to that engine control panel and tell me which relays are in overload position.”

Iron Man flies into giant cooling conductors. Captain America  jumps  over to the other side of the broken railing. Captain America gets himself to the control panel and opens it up. For a man who grew up as a yank, what the fuck is this!

“What's it look like in there?” Tony asked.

“It seems to run on some form of electricity.”

“Well, you're not wrong.”

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Natasha continuously crawls under the catwalk. She stops. Then...Boom. Boom. Boom. The room vibrates. Rhythmically. Natasha pulls out her gun and slowly walks out onto the catwalk and spins. and then a roar. The Hulk. Natasha fires a shot into a liquid nitrogen pipe that hits the hulk in face. Hulk smashes it with all his might. Natasha begins to run through the maze of corridors. The sound the monster is coming. Finally, she reaches and a long corridor. As she runs, behind her, The Hulk  tears up the hallway, coming at her. Natasha turns to see, but theHulk slaps her into the wall, smashing into the ground.  Hulk marks his territory. Natasha looks up. A fear she has never felt begins to seep out. Hulk raises his hand and IS knocked off his feet by Thor who tackles him into the next room.

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Both Thor and The Hulk  roll across the floor. Every person runs the hell out. Thor looks up at this magnificent beast. Hulk stands up and moving like a boxer, wants Thor to make his move. Hulk makes his move. Swing and a miss . Thor swings his massive hand and almost knocks The Hulk off his feet. Hulk keeps swinging and missing, pissing him off.

Finally, he brings down his arm, but Thor grabs it and wraps around it. “We are not your enemies, Banner! Try to think!”

Hulk lifts his arm up, to Thor's surprise, and he sending him flying as he punches Thor’s face with his fist.

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Iron Man continuously blasts broken debris off the turbine engine. It's bad, but still fixable.

“The relays are intact. What's our next  move?” Steve said into his earpiece to Tony.

“Even if I clear the rotors, this thing won't re-engage without a jump. I'm gonna have to get in there and push.” Tony explained.

“Well if that thing gets up to speed, you'll get shredded!” Steve declared.”

“Then stay in the control unit and reverse polarity long enough to disengage mag...”

“Speak English!”

“See that red lever? It'll slow the rotors down long enough for me to get out. Stand by it, wait for my word.” Captain America  looks over at the other side where he was. He sees the red lever and jumps towards it.

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Thor crashers  into another stack of crates. As he raises his head, he feels something on his lips... blood. As he swipes it off, the  roar of the Hulk is not too far. Thor extends his hand out. The roar gets louder and closer. Thor focuses. His hand strains toward mid-air. His eyes tight in concentration. The Hulk runs right at him. At the last second, Mjölnir flies into his hand and Thor uppercuts Hulk, who crashes into a fighter jet. Hulk stands up, shaking his head like `what just happened.' He shakes it off and angrily rips off the tail of the jet, torques his body like the a Greek Discus thrower and hurls the massive plate at Thor. Thor Slides and ducks under the tail.

Jumping up, he throws Mjölnir with all his strength, knocking the Hulk head over heels. Hulk falls down, hammer in hand. He tries to lift it, but can't. Mjölnir rests atop his hand. Struggle as he may, Hulk wraps his hand around the hammer. The hammer doesn't move. To no avail -- he strains with all his might, screams from the effort, bellowing.

Thor jumps up again, kneeing Hulk in the face. Thor grabs his hammer, jumps on him, using the hammer as a lock for his chokehold. Hulk tries to pull him off.

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Fury and Agent Hill look over their monitors. “We need a full evac on the lower hangar bay.”

Agent Hill nods. She leaves to exit out, but a Sliding Grenade appears. “Grenade!”

The grenade goes off, sending her down the steps. Fury fires a shot at the open entrance. He moves over behind the side of the  entrance. A handful of Barton's men enter. Watchful, ready, waiting... Fury steps out, his gun drawn. A shoot out and hand-to-hand ensues, but Fury is unable to stop one of them, which is why he is shot in the head by Agent Hill, who looks hot and sexy holding her gun.

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Agent Coulson walks up the armory door. He places his head into a  facial recognition scanner. Walks into the room.

“We got perimeter breach! Hostiles are in Shield gear. Hold on to every junction.” Sitwell announced.

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Hulk crashers from under the floor, sending Thor on his ass. Hulk grabs him by the neck.

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A gunfight opens up. Agents exchange fire with brutally efficient tactical soldiers.

“Sir, the Hulk and Thor are in shuttle levels 2, 3 and 4!” Sitwell informed.

“Sir, the Hulk will tear this place apart!” Hill yelled.

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“So your just gonna keep me here. I need to wake up I should be out there helping I know you hear what’s going on.” Y/n explained.

“I didn’t hear what’s going on and you can help use your powers in Manhattan The Phoenix disclosed.

“Manhattan why would......The Tesseract. You saw were the local.” Y/n replied.

“Of course I notice did. Now use your powers.” The Phoenix told Y/n

Y/n  plus one hand on her head and the other hand out trying to concentrate and locate Bruce’s thoughts when she finally finds him she feels rage uncontrollable rage.

”She’s finally excepting this power as her’s and she doesn’t even realize it.” The Phoenix whispered to herself.

Go to Manhattan leave the Helicarrier the Tesseract is there I don’t know where but it’s in Manhattan when everything calms down here I’ll meet you but you need to leave now or you’ll hurt a lot of people

The Hulk  hears someone’s voice broadcasting in his head giving him a command without him realizing he turns around, letting out his primal roar. He Takes a running start and leaps out the panel Plummets to earth, roaring his swan song.

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Y/n  stands in the dark room dumbstruck.

That it actually worked.

Even while she’s unconscious she can still use her telepathic abilities. It makes her wonder if all the voices here in her dreams are made up or is it real.

“You found out the truth about your mother how she abandoned you The anger you felt it was in sync with mine.” The Phoenix explained.

“You’re angry because you’re here with me?” Y/n wondered.

“No of course not.  I fear that I am the only one of my kind.”

Even if you are you’ll never alone I will always be here.” Y/n said with a smile and The Phoenix smiles  back at her.

she’s like the child I met many years ago

#loki x reader #loki x black!reader #thor x reader #steve x reader #steve x black!reader #marvel x reader #avengers x reader

[slitherofgold]

Friday Fighting~ Sam Fender

It was Friday night, and you and the girls had decided to go out clubbing to celebrate the end of a horrible, shitty week. Your two best-friends (Grace and Liv) were getting ready round yours, and it was safe to say that pre-drinks had already started. “Who’s ready to get fucking wasteddddd”, Grace sang with a drink in her hand. 

“Fucking hell Grace, slow down. I’m not having you drunk before actually going out, and I’m definitely not baby-sitting you the entire night”, you said. 

“Chill y/n, let yourself go a bit, have fun. If you get what I mean.” She grinned her cheeky grin and you rolled your eyes in response.

“If you mean go fuck a stranger then that’s definitely not what I had in mind. That’s how people get killed.” Liv, who had been attempting to put on her lashes, turned around to face the two of you. 

“Y/n don’t have sex with the first guy you meet, but maybe actually talk to a guy, or I don’t know, dance with someone. You haven’t opened yourself up to anyone since-

“We do not speak his name!!” Grace interrupted before Liv could finish her sentence. You laughed. 

“Look guys, I’m over him, I am. It’s just, guys are a waste of time at the moment, and they all turn out to be assholes anyway,” You tried to explain.

“Yeah but what about your sex life, every girl still needs to have her sex life”, Grace said. You looked towards Liv who nodded her head in agreement.

“That’s what a vibrators for. It does the trick and doesn’t emotionally damage you either.”

“Look, I know you’re a strong, independent woman and all, but please let yourself go a bit tonight and just have fun. And try not to blank every guy that comes up to you, at least give em a chance.” Liv stared into your eyes as if waiting for an answer. 

“Fineeeee”, you gave in. The two girls applauded and squealed like teenagers, before turning on the music and dancing around the bedroom. You loved nights like this, where you could just let loose of all your problems and act like a child again, singing the words to your favourite songs and dancing as if no one was watching. Maybe the girls were right. Maybe it was time to start meeting new people. 

After getting ready, you all left your place and got a taxi to the club. Grace was already a bit tipsy from the drinks back at yours, and you knew for a fact that she’d be passed out, face first, at the end of the night. The cold night air, hit you as soon as you got out the cab, and you wished you had bought some kind of jacket to act as layer over your sexy ass dress, that Liv had let you borrow. You could hear the music from outside, loud and blaring, and you couldn’t wait to sacrifice yourself to the music and let yourself go.

Inside it was a swarm of sweaty, drunk bodies, much like you had anticipated. Without a second thought, Grace swung herself into the crowd, jumping along and dancing to the music, already lost in it. You and Liv followed after her to be quickly engulfed by the crowd.

After a while of screaming lyrics, and grinding your bodies against random strangers, you had decided to go get drinks. You left Liv and Grace out on the dance-floor, not wanting to disrupt their fun, and headed towards the bar. It was fairly busy, and you had to squeeze past a few shoulders to make it through to the front. You waved your hand at the bartender, “Hey, can I get 3 shots of tequila!”, you shouted over the music. He smiled and nodded in return before starting on your drinks. You glanced back towards the dance-floor, and unsurprisingly, Grace and Liv were still there not having noticed you’d gone. 

“The music here’s shit, don’t you think?”, you heard someone shout in a geordie accent. You inclined your head towards the voice, to see that the question was directed at you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise as you took in the stranger. He was hot in such a casual way. Jeans and a t-shit, messy hair, the accent. You were so caught up in how he looked you had forgotten what he said. He laughed, clearly amused. He leaned in closer and repeated the question, his breath warm on your cheek. 

“Oh, yeah it’s not my kind of music but at least you can still dance to it. I’ve heard worse anyways.” You smiled back. The bartender tapped your shoulder and you quickly turned having forgotten the drinks. You pulled out your purse ready to pay, when a hand suddenly stopped you. 

“Don’t worry, it’s on me.” The stranger smiled at you, and gave the bartender his card before you could intervene. “ 3 shots aye, I’m guessing they’re for you and your mates?”

“ Well, they would be if they were here, but unfortunately they’re still on the dance-floor.” You smiled and pointed towards them. Then as you locked eyes with Liv, you remembered what your friends had said earlier, she grinned at you as if you had spoken telepathically. “Do you wanna, um, share the shots instead, since, well you paid for them, and I don’t think they’re gonna be too bothered. They’re basically already gone.” You stammered, trying to act cool, even though you hadn’t done this in while. As if he could sense your nerves, he smiled, easing your comfort. 

“Yeah sounds class that”. He seemed relieved, almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask that. “I’m Sam by the way”, he put out his hand and you happily shook it. 

“Y/n”, you smiled. 

“Well it’s nice to meet you y/n”, he seemed genuinely nice and after downing the shots, the two of you were already having a laugh, taking the piss out of people in the club and placing bets on the most random things. 

“Do you wanna go someplace quieter, I can barely hear you over this shit”, Sam said. You nodded your head and grabbed his hand, as he led you through the club to a booth towards the back. You glanced at the girls. Grace was beyond drunk and Liv was mildly sober. They were both dancing with guys, who seemed very touchy-feely, but neither of them seemed to mind. Liv caught eyes with you once more and winked. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t withhold your smirk. Liv quickly mouthed ‘be careful’ before turning back towards the guys she was dancing with, losing herself in the music once more. 

Once you reached the booth, you slid in close to Sam. He bought more drinks, that you insisted you would pay for, and carried on with your conversation. It was so nice just having some decent flirty banter, that you couldn’t help but feel comfortable with this guy. You were both laughing and talking as if you had been friends for years. Suddenly his phone started ringing. He pulled it out and checked the screen. “Oh shit, sorry I’ve really gotta take this.” He said. 

“Nah, nah that’s fine don’t worry”, you insisted. He apologised once more and left the booth in search for a quieter place to have his phone-call. Since being on your own sucked, you pulled out your own phone for some temporary entertainment.  You had 8 missed calls and 14 unread messages all from Liv. You opened the messages as quick as you could, panic coursing through you. 

Liv: OMG Grace passed out- on the dance floor!!!! Where are you?!

Liv: Y/N WHERE ARE YOU, I CAN’T LEAVE WITHOUT YOU. 

Liv: I’ve called a taxi for me and Grace, I gotta get her back home. Please let me know you’re alright??

Liv: I’ll come back for you as soon as Grace is home, are you ok?

Liv: Y/N ANSWER ME!!!!

You quickly typed out a message briefly telling her not to worry, and that you’ll get a taxi back home soon. You also asked about Grace, hoping she was alright. This was often a common occurrence when the 3 of you went out. In fact if Grace didn’t pass out, the night would be classed as shit. 

“Hey, what’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?” You heard someone say. You looked up from your phone to see a man, maybe in his late 30s, staring down out you. 

“Oh, I’m not alone, I’m just waiting for my friend”, you assured the guy. Instead of buggering off, like you hoped he would, he took a seat next to you instead. He made it very clear what his intentions were, you could basically feel his eyes undressing you as he looked you up and down. 

“Well, will this friend be long? Cause I think we could kill some time”. He placed his hand on your thigh and slowly moved it up your leg, making you feel sick to the bone. You pushed his hand away from you in disgust. 

“Don’t touch me!” you shouted, wishing that you and Sam had chosen a busier place to sit, rather than somewhere which was remarkably quieter.

“Don’t be like that. You’re basically asking for it in a dress like that.” The guy became a lot more aggressive, and tried to push himself against you, holding your arms to stop you from fighting back. 

“Help!!!” You screamed, praying someone would hear. Your legs were trapped under the table, preventing you from trying to kick him in balls. Damn it. You were about to headbutt the guy when you heard a heavy smack, and the weight of the bastard left your body as he fell and hit the table. You looked up seeing Sam, knuckles already bruised and slightly bleeding, with a look of pure rage on his face. He stormed round the table and grabbed the guys collar, lifting him up. 

“Get the fuck out of here”, Sam said, the rage seething out with every word. “Or I won’t hesitate to do it again”. He chucked the guy, as if he was worthless, and unsurprisingly the guy ran off in the opposite direction, quickly forgetting you. Once Sam knew the guy had gone and was out of sight, he turned to you and rested a hand on your shoulder. 

“Y/n are you alright? I knew I shouldn’t of left you. I’m so sorry.” He looked in your eyes, his own filled with concern. 

“I’m fine, I’m just glad you got here in time. Fucking dirtbag. Are you alright?” You glanced at where the guy had left, worried he would reemerge, and then focused on Sam’s knuckles, holding them in your own hands.  

“Don’t worry about me”, Sam chuckled. “I’m not the one who had filthy fucking hands roaming all over me. Are you sure you’re all right?” 

“Yeah, I’ll survive. But I should be getting back home soon, the girls already left and now they’re waiting on me”, you explained the whole situation to Sam. 

“Damn that Grace party’s hard” He chuckled. “Do you want me to call you a taxi? After that whole fucking thing, the least I can do is make sure you get home safe.”

“You’ve done enough. The drinks, saving my life. If you do anything else, I’d be indebted to you.” You joked. 

“See, that’s what I was hoping. Cause if you were indebted to me, you’d have to give me your number, and then we’d have to meet up, and you’d have to spend even more time with me.” He looked at you and then down at his hands, which you were still holding, and then back up at you again, a smile slowly forming across his face. 

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to call me a taxi then”

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Hi guys, me again. Sorry this is a super long (for me) imagine  and hasn’t really got much fluff in it but hey ho, this is how it turned out :) Sorry if it’s got loads of typos or mistakes, I finished this at 2am and honestly I am ready to pass out on my bed. Anyways hope you enjoyed, and message me for requests or anything you wanna ask/say. Goodnighttttt <3

#sam fender #sam fender imagines #imagines #fluff #sam fender x reader

[itsclydebitches]

Re the BTD recap: "the prose is still incredibly messy in places" "To be frank, it’s not that I think this is all particularly good… just not particularly bad either." If it's not too much trouble, can I get some concrete examples for why? I feel like I often don't notice this sort of thing, so I want to know what I'm missing. Might help me to be a better writer.

Challenging request, anon! :D I feel like I need a few disclaimers here: 

The book is serviceable. It’s just not going to be winning any awards. Talking about how the prose and dialogue can be better isn’t meant to translate to, “This is the worst thing ever written.” Because it’s not. 

This is very much a pot calling the kettle black situation. Anyone here has the capability of hopping onto AO3, finding a horribly written passage of my own, and shaking it in my virtual face. So this is likewise not intended to be me standing atop a pedestal going, “Anyone - myself included - could do better.” I often can’t do better because writing is hard. 

I’m not a creative writing instructor, thus it’s often difficult for me to articulate why I think a piece of literature doesn’t read well. If you’ve ever, say, come out of a movie with a strong sense of it not being “good” but can’t easily explain why it failed? It’s similar to that. By consuming lots of media we get a sense of “quality” over “badly written” that then informs our reactions to new texts, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to boil that response down to, “See here on page 3? They shouldn’t have done this. Fix that and it’s ‘good’ now.” 

Nevertheless, let’s try. I’ll take a passage from the prologue where Sun is facing off against these “goons” 

Two glowing clones of Sun flared into existence, one facing Pink and the second squaring off against Green. That left Brown—whom he figured was both the leader of the group and the most dangerous. Why? Because he was hiding the most.

Brown slashed a hand toward Sun. “Take him.”

“Which one?” Green asked.

“The real one,” Pink said. “These are just flashy illusions.”

Sun directed one of his clones to punch Pink in the face.

She blinked and looked more annoyed than hurt.

“That’s no illusion!” Green reached for clone Two.

Sun’s clones were physical manifestations of his Aura, every bit as capable of inflicting damage as he was. But it could be difficult to control them, especially while he was fighting. They were better suited to giving him the element of surprise, extra pairs of hands, or emergency backup when he needed it.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t sustain them long, and they couldn’t take much damage, as they drew Aura from Sun himself. If he kept them going too long, or tried to create too many clones, it usually weakened the Aura shield protecting him. But he’d improved a lot with training, and his Semblance was a lot stronger than it used to be.

Sun whipped out his gunchucks, Ruyi Bang and Jingu Bang, spinning them as he and Brown circled each other slowly. At the same time, Sun was fighting Pink and Green through his clones. Pink was some kind of boxer, dancing around and jabbing with her fists, which One was managing to block. Meanwhile, Green was trying to grab Two and wrestle him to the ground.

Brown had some kind of martial arts training similar to Sun’s—but he wasn’t nearly as good. Sun leaned back as Brown did a high roundhouse kick; he felt a breeze as his opponent’s booted foot swept past his nose with a lot of power behind it. Sun flicked his right gunchuck to loop it around Brown’s ankle and pulled him out of his stance, hitting him with the closed gunchuck in his left hand. The man took the full blow, but it didn’t even faze him.

Now let’s break down some of the reasons why this passage doesn’t work for me. I’ll work chronologically. 

As mentioned in the recap, it’s rather awkward for a PoV character to ask and answer their own questions. Especially when they’re not presented as literal thoughts. The “Why? Because...” takes me right out of the story. It suddenly sounds like I’m attending a lecture or reading an article. Sun believes X. Why does he believe this? Because of Y evidence. 

The dialogue is clunky. This problem is admittedly more obvious at other points, but there are a lot of moments where it doesn’t feel like this is a natural thing someone would think or say. Which again, is really hard to write. How people speak is quite different from how we think they speak and finding a balance between that (eliminating most pauses like “um” or “like” that would be too frustrating to read, giving characters more flowery language to serve the story’s goals even if it’s not realistic, etc.) is hard to nail. Here, Sun is often thinking things that don’t sound l like an actual thought in a panicked teen’s head.

Oh crap, Sun thought. I’m losing. How am I actually losing?

It just sounds like exposition. The reader needs to know that Sun is losing! So Sun will tell them that. 

The villains, so far, are a bit too cartoony for me. 

“You got lucky, monkeyboy,” Green said as he walked off, his companions following him through the cloud of foul vapor. “This time.”

Which is admittedly a matter of taste and does have some justification given RWBY’s early writing (think Roman). Still, it’s hard to take lines like this seriously, especially when we just had the group making fun of Velvet for cheesy quips. But the villain’s quips are supposed to read as daunting? 

Connected to Sun’s thought above, there is a lot of telling rather than showing throughout. For example: “She blinked and looked more annoyed than hurt.” There are ways of showing the reader that Pink is annoyed (indeed, just leaving it at “She blinked” would have gotten the point across) rather than resorting to, “She looked ___”. Another good example would be “ Sun leaned back as Brown did a high roundhouse kick; he felt a breeze as his opponent’s booted foot swept past his nose with a lot of power behind it.” You don’t need to reassure the reader that there was “a lot of power behind it.” The action itself - feeling a breeze, his boot passing close to his nose - conveys that on its own. 

To be clear, telling isn’t something you can’t ever do (break those writing rules!!) especially when sometimes you just want to be clear/convey something succinctly, but it is something to keep in mind. It’s another balancing act. Too much telling and the reader feels like they’re just being told a list of things to believe. Too much showing and it feels like the writer is trying too hard to make everything detailed, exciting, etc. Still, a good writer is going to be able to convey everything (Sun losing a fight, annoyance, a powerful kick) without feeling the need to remind the reader of things every few lines, “This is what’s happening. Don’t get confused!” 

After the fight starts we immediately get a two paragraph info-dump about Sun’s semblance. How it works, what his limitations are, and what that means for this fight. Again, show that! We’ve just started an action sequence. The fight is underway. The reader doesn’t want to get pulled out of the action for another lecture. Rather than hitting pause on the fun stuff to explain things, create scenarios where these details become relevant and can be shown to the reader. Right now we don’t care what Sun’s limitations are unless those limitations become important.  

We get another announcement in the form of “[Brown] wasn’t nearly as good [as Sun]” instead of (again) showing us that. Indeed, as I mention in the recap all the action that comes next contradicts this. So where did this assertion come from? If Sun knows that Brown uses a martial arts style similar to his then theoretically they’ve been fighting for at least a few seconds... but the reader doesn’t get to see that. Meyers was too busy telling us about Sun’s semblance. 

Finally, there are pockets of Meyer’s writing that are all roughly the same. Meaning, sentences have little variety to them. This isn’t a consistent problem (and it’s certainly not the worst example I’ve seen of this) but on the whole he could use a more engaging flow to his work, both in terms of sentence length and balance among actions, dialogue, descriptions, and thoughts. Otherwise you get prose that reads, “This happened. Then this happened. This happened next. See the length? It’s all the same. Very little changes. And the reader gets bored.” Again, not a consistent problem, but one he should keep working on. 

There are a number of other, smaller issues that are beginning to pop up. Such as the in parentheses pronunciation of the teams’ names, or the overuse of “he sent” whenever Fox communicates telepathically. In contrast, there are things about the writing that I’ve enjoyed. There are moments of dialogue - such as Fox’s joke in Chapter One, or how Sun’s instructions to “find Shade” literally refer to the school but also remind the reader that shade, in such a hot environment, is crucial - that I think are worth pointing to and going, “Yeah. That was a nice touch.” Overall though? It’s that, “I just came out of a bad movie” feeling. There’s too much clunkiness throughout. The writing often lacks variety or feels absurd. I’m taken out of the story more often than I fall into it. Is it the worst thing I’ve ever read? Far from it, but fans aren’t wrong when they say things like, “I’ve read better fic than this professional story.” 

#rwby #rwde #mymetas #Anonymous

[basine]

Xarian Chronicles (Evea)

Hold your breath. That is what Papa told me. 3...2...1…

The arrow flung from Evea’s bow as it sunk into the bandit’s neck.

“Nice shot Evea. Didn’t know you had it in you.” the black tiefling said.

Evea smirked back at her closest friend Noxi and continued forward into the encampment. Her and Noxi’s mission was to find the notes containing the names of the next chosen. Ahead were two more bandits drunkenly stooping about. 

“You take left, I’ll take right,” Noxi said.

Evea nodded her head. Once again she inhaled and thought of her dad and his lessons about shooting a bow. She remembers the day when he was the most proud of her. It was the morning, and the sweet smell of the Honeysuckle floated through the window. Her father told her to come with him and that they were going hunting. The Thistledown family was a kind and loving family but they had one downside. They had a mutated gene that weakened their vocal cords so they couldn’t speak. So everything they did was in a hand language that they made up. She followed her father into the greenish-yellow forest and prepared her bow in case they found any game to hunt. Evea wasn’t really a meat eater but mother and father loved it. She also knew that her father made her do this so she could protect herself.

Then there was a rustle of leaves to the left as an animal ran by. It was a mystical looking elk with antlers that were over 2 feet tall. The beast was the biggest one Evea had ever seen. She prepared her bow to strike when her father told her no. He told her that they must follow the beast for when it is most vulnerable. In the forest it could hide behind trees and bushes. Duh, Evea thought to herself. They followed the beast to an opening with no trees and no bushes. The elk decided to start eating the grass in this area. Her father told her that it was time to strike. She closed her eyes and let her hearing do most of the work. She could hear the heartbeat of the elk and it’s eyes blinking every few seconds. Deep breath, she told herself. Three...two...one…

The bolt sunk into the bandits neck as her best friend dug her axe into the side of the other.

“Nice work, elfy” Noxi said.

“You know I hate it when you call me that” Evea replied telepathically.

“That’s why I do it. It shows that I care about you.”

Evea smiled. She knew that she had a friend in Noxi and that she sould do anything for her. After retrieving her arrows, they moved forward once again. Evea closed her eyes once again listening for the heartbeats around her. Five. No. Six? There was one heartbeat that was less strong than the others. That creature was either very wounded or some sort of undead creature. She relayed this information to Noxi. 

“So elfy, where are we going to get the drop on these fools?” Noxi asked.

“Probably in some tree’s. I could possibly land a few arrows in some of them but, we will eventually have to go loud at some point.” Evea replied.

“You’re right. Just remember the song.”

“Gotcha.”

Evea released the arrow and heard the dull thud as it entered the elk. It was a good hit but she knew it was still going strong. She pulled another arrow from her dark leather quiver and fired again. Another hit. After this one however, the creature started to flee. Evea kept her eyes shut and followed the heartbeat. 20 paces to my left. Shifting right. She kept going over and over every detail in her head. She recognized the patter of the elk. Go right for 20 seconds then fork right and then straight. I can do this. I need to show Papa that I am the best archer ever. She pulled the string on the bow until it couldn’t go back anymore and then let go. The arrow whizzed through the air and kept going. If her calculations were correct… boom. The elk fell to the ground with a thud. Then she heard pounding footsteps behind her. Papa grabbed her and held her tight and had the biggest smile on his face. That’s my girl, he signed. This was the proudest moment Evea had ever felt. Her dad, the best archer she could have ever known was proud of her. Tears welled in her eyes as she grabbed him tighter.

As Evea climbed into the tree with Noxi she was able to get a better vantage point of things. Four regular bandits stood around a campfire with a dog of some sort. This wasn't a normal dog however. It was more primal, almost wolf like and was out for blood. Then she saw it. The creature that had almost no heartbeat whatsoever. An orc shaman standing at 7 feet tall with a staff full of necromantic power. She knew who he was. He was one of the top ranking members of the Order. Jul’Gar the Gravemaster. They had been hunting him for years on end. Every time they got close he would just slip away by the tips of their fingers. This was their chance. She could sense the intense heat coming out of Noxi knowing what was about to happen. It’s now or never, she thought to herself.

Two thud’s hit her ears as both of the arrows hit their target. Noxi jumped out of the tree and started her raging fury. Her ocean blue scales turned a bright red and her eyes glazed over completely white. Evea knew that they could win this. She fired two more bolts into the bandits and one fell over dead. The other however landed a returning shot onto her shoulder. Evea winced as the sharp pain hit her. She dug deep and pulled out the arrow and fired back. In a rush she missed her shot and it almost cost her. The next arrow hit her dead in the chest and she felt the life escaping her. She pulled out the arrow and channeled some healing magic into the wound. Good enough for now, she thought to herself. She once again fired and landed the killing blow to the bandit making him sprawl out on the ground. She jumped down from the tree and saw that Noxi had taken out the other two and the wolf. All that was left was him.

“Well, look what Micus sent me. I can’t believe it has been this long since I last saw you both. How is he holding up?” Jul’Gar taunted.

Knowing that in her rage Noxi couldn’t respond he mocked her openly. Noxi sprinted toward the man as he nimbly stepped to the side and shot a witch bolt toward her. It landed on her and almost knocked her out. Evea prepared a shot to fire at him when he disappeared into a portal.

Damnit, she thought to herself and then remembered who she was dealing with now, Noxi’s rage basically made her invulnerable to damage but she could snap out of it with some help. Evea started to sing softly,

Rest now my child,

Return you temper to mild,

For my friend whomst I love dear,

Should hold me right here.

Noxi slowly drifted towards Evea and collapsed in her arms. She looked at her tiefling friend and smiled. She knew that she cared about her. She held Noxi close as she fell asleep.

#xaria campaign #dungeons and dragons

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lights will guide you home (Tokoyami Fumikage X Reader) PART 2

PART 2 to: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/189811426209/lights-will-guide-you-home-tokoyami-fumikage-x

WHOO! Another part done in a day! I was going to put this in the first part but... ultimately decided to just cut it in two since it wasn’t quite done yet... and the first half felt more complete enough to be a chapter...

And yes... I alluded to a moment in American Horror Story because I’m soooooooo original lol JK JK but I couldn’t resist XD 

Taglist: @shimy-deko​, @teerama​

Summary: Your classmates haven’t found you yet, and Tokoyami fears that the worst has happened. 

The damage is done The police are coming too slow now I would have died I would have loved you all my life...

You're losing your memory now You're losing your memory now You're losing your memory now You're losing your memory, now…

‘Losing Your Memory’ Ryan Star

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFpFZxvi3Qs

“Flesh, flesh, sweet soft flesh!!”

“(L/N)!!”

“I’ll… KILL YOU…!!”

“STAY AWAY… FROM ME… YOU’LL DIE!!”

“(L/N)!! Look out!!”  

“(L/N)!!!”

So many voices were echoing in your aching head that you couldn’t even recognize as minutes felt like hours for you.

Who were those people? What were those voices? You thought as you slowly blinked your eyes open as the high-pitched ringing in your ears drowned out the voices you previously heard. It was exhausting just opening your eyes as you inhaled quietly and exhaled, but then you began to wonder.

‘Where… Where am I…?’

You thought as you suddenly grunted and groaned in pain when a sudden wave of agony hit you and made you cringe when you even attempted to try and get up. There was something warm seeping down your back and down your belly and yet you didn’t even realize it, all you knew is that you were in so much pain...

But where the hell were you? It was dark, so dark as you blinked and saw nothing but dimness in this… forest? What the fuck were you doing in a forest? It was all so overwhelming that you started to tremble and hyperventilate as your first instinct was to get up so you could get out of here.

‘I gotta… no… no what this is place…? This… no… I… I gotta get out of here…’

Stumbling, you shakily got back up on your feet but nearly fell back to your knees as a haze clouded your brain and made it hard for you to comprehend anything that might have been going on as you didn’t smell the burning smoke or even hear the distant shouting.

Your classmates, Izuku, Shouji and Bakugou, you forgot they existed. They were nothing but shadowy figures in your brain as you could only try to stay standing and see if you could get out of here.

You forgot that Tokoyami existed and that it was Dark Shadow responsible for the deep slashes across your back and your stomach as you winced with every step you took. Warm fluid flowing in scarlet rivulets down your torso, staining your shirt that you couldn’t care to acknowledge.

What happened? Why was this happening? How did you get here? No, you weren’t supposed to be in this place, you needed to go home…

Was all you could think as you slowly and clumsily walked away from this place, wherever it was in a confused daze as you looked around frantically for anyone that might be able to help you find your way out.

“HEY! Stop right there young hero! Keep going! You’re almost there!”

A voice made you gasp in shock as you saw a man, dressed like Deadpool? Was he a cosplayer or something? You had no idea but you somewhat desperately walked over to him, “E-Excuse me… b-but w-where am I? I-I think I’m… lost… d-do you um… k-know where I can get out of here…?” You asked him politely, shakily as you couldn’t stop your body from trembling and involuntarily brought a hand up to clutch at your bleeding stomach when the pain started to slowly become more apparent.

“Ooh! That looks ugly! Ah you can barely see it!” He exclaimed in regards to your wound, “And I came from that way! You’ll find a street that takes you to the next town! It’s the wrong way!” His words were confusing you even more but he wasn’t hurting you and didn’t seem to consider the fact that he was SUPPOSED to capture you as you nodded slowly.

“T-Thank you sir…” You shyly stammered as you quickly tried to get away as fast as you could to leave this place, “No problem! Shouldn’t you come with me?!”

He was strange but you had to go, you needed to get out of here that’s all you knew, and you didn’t even know that the man actually had enough sympathy to let you go because he was starting to think that maybe you were just someone who got lost and hurt instead of one of the young heroes…

You had no idea that you were standing in the face of a villain, or the fact that the villain let you go under the belief that you weren’t a student.

Oh my God you were going to be late for dinner tonight at home, you almost wondered if your mom was going to be upset. Or worried, probably worried.

This was so weird, you had no idea where you were at you needed to go home fast, you kept telling yourself that.

Meanwhile…

The pro-heroes arrived too late. The police arrived too late.

The villains were successful in kidnapping Bakugou. Had it not been for Aoyama they would have ended up taking Tokoyami too.

Yet all he, Izuku and Shouji could think about aside from losing their classmate was the fact that another classmate was gone and they couldn’t find you. Although Dark Shadow did manage to defeat and maim the villain ‘Moonfish’ as he was named, there was no sign of you and you didn’t reappear after getting attacked.

Todoroki and Bakugou got Dark Shadow to calm down and put an end to his rage, but you were gone and none of the boys could find you. Shouji couldn’t hear you nor could he detect any noises in the distance because there were too many villains and scattered classmates about for him to tell which one could have been you.

The boys, but especially Tokoyami, were extremely reluctant to tell Aizawa that while one their classmates and his students got kidnapped, that one of them was missing, and it wasn’t even the villains fault. Shouji and Izuku didn’t pin any blame at all on Tokoyami, but Tokoyami himself did.

“It was… it was my fault… I lost control and she…” His voice was cracking but didn’t dare show his tears to his teacher when he took all the responsibility for your disappearance. However, the man couldn’t really let him do that to himself when this wasn’t anyone’s fault.

“Your quirk still needs control. But this was a situation beyond anyone’s control.” Aizawa didn’t disagree that Tokoyami lost control, but he was still only a boy who didn’t have complete control over such a powerful quirk, and this was a situation that neither of them was prepared for so he didn’t blame him.

“B-But I-.”

“No buts. There’s going to be a search party for (L/N) and Bakugou. None of the pro-heroes will leave any stone unturned, not until we find them both. In the meantime, we’re all taking you back home.” His teacher shut down anymore attempts he could make to blame himself as he made the raven go back to his classmates and inspect them for any injuries. Of course, several of them had gotten hurt, and Jirou and Hagakure had to be hospitalized due to the poisonous gas from one of the younger villains.

Everyone had to be sent home except for Jirou, Hagakure, Yaoyorozu and Midoriya, whose injuries needed to be tended to in a hospital. But everyone else was allowed to return home to their families due to their Summer Training Trip being cut short.

Tokoyami could barely sleep that night, in fact, he didn’t sleep at all as he retreated to his room after his parents asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t a liar, but tonight he had to because he couldn’t bear telling his parents that he killed his own classmate because he lost control of his horrible quirk.

He couldn’t tell them that it was all his fault that one classmate was missing and probably dead. He could barely even breathe knowing that fact as he sunk to the floor of his room and grit his teeth when a wave of shame crashed over him and brought him down to his knees.

Shallow breaths hitching as he choked on the sob that had been caught in his throat the second he told Aizawa what happened and he’d been holding it all back until now. His tears dripped from his shut eyes and hit the soft ground of his room as he quietly cried.

He had no idea where you were, no idea if you were still out in the forest, no idea if you were even still alive and it terrified him.

You were gone and it was all his fault…

The last thing he would ever see from you was the look of horror and betrayal in your eyes before Dark Shadow attacked you and threw you deep into that forest. The last thing you would ever see from him was the monster that was his quirk, killing you…

He killed you…

“Fumikage… Mr. Aizawa said that they were going to look for her…” Dark Shadow telepathically and softly spoke to his distraught master, but Tokoyami wasn’t having it. He wasn’t going to listen to him anymore after what he’s done. The shadow’s done some bad things but after all of those things he’s done, he finally crossed the line.

“Fumikage…?”

“Fumikage… come on, I’m… I’m sorry that I-“

“I don’t care if you’re sorry!” After ignoring his shadow ever since Todoroki and Bakugou made him stop, he finally answered to him but he wished that he didn’t.

“B-But I…” Dark Shadow was clearly guilty as he had tears in his now yellow eyes, but Tokoyami didn’t feel sorry for him. “I really am… s-sorry…” He couldn’t believe what he did, he didn’t want to hurt you but he was so angry, so fueled by all the fury and everything else that his host felt in the moment that he just lashed out and tore through everything in his path.

But Todoroki and Bakugou flashed their light on him, only then did he realize what he had done.

He hurt you…

He saw you flying and he knocked you out of the wind…

“If you were sorry you wouldn’t have done what you did…” Tokoyami spoke to him coldly, it wasn’t the first time he’s been pissed off at his shadow before, but this time he was just disappointed with him. He hated him.

“I-I know but…” His shadow sadly whimpered and tried to tell him how sorry he was but Tokoyami shook his head, “I don’t want to hear it anymore! And I don’t want to hear you anymore!” The raven didn’t even think, he just shouted at his quirk when he couldn’t take his apologies anymore. Sorry wasn’t going to bring you back after all.

“B-But Fumi…”

“No more! Just be quiet! Be quiet and don’t speak to me!” He shouted at him one last time as he got up on his knees and turned all the lights on in his room to make his shadow go away, and he held his tongue so he would keep to his word and no longer to speak to his shadow. After what they did to you, this was a deserved punishment.

Dark Shadow gave a low sniffle and quickly retreated when the sudden brightness of the light stung. Tokoyami was really mad at him now, and at the moment he felt like he deserved it now that you were gone because he couldn’t control himself.

“Okay then…” Was the last thing Dark Shadow mumbled as he stood within his host and remained dormant inside.

As he could no longer hear his shadow, Tokoyami already felt the twinge of guilt as he shakily sighed. It’s not like it was completely Dark Shadow’s fault that was simply in his nature, but still, Tokoyami couldn’t help but blame him.

However, he also blamed mostly himself. If anyone was the real villain tonight, it was him.

He hurt someone good, someone beautiful, someone who had never done anything to anybody. A hero in training with a good quirk that did nothing but bring light and good to this already bleak world. You were gone, and it was all his fault. He killed you. He killed someone he grew to love…

It was all too much for Tokoyami to bear as he stumbled and fell to his bed, eyes shut as he did his best to hold his tears back, even though he could still hear Dark Shadow weeping inside him. His quirk was crying…

And it was because of him, and because he felt terrible for hurting someone he grew to really love too. He wanted to be mad at Dark Shadow, he really did, and he was, so he couldn’t just comfort him. Not when he was just upset, but he couldn’t bear to listen to him cry when he was on the verge of a breakdown himself.

The raven clenched his fists as the crying grew louder, hands flying to his ears in a vain attempt to block it out. It wasn’t working…

So he lied down on his, head on his pillow as he quickly grabbed his headphones to place over his ears, Dark Shadow’s cries already somewhat muffled and yet Tokoyami could still hear him. As fast as he could he hooked it to his phone to listen to his music on full blast to drown out his shadow.

Three Days Grace.

He put the volume up high so all he could hear was Adam Gontier screaming ‘PAIN!’ in his ears loud enough for him to finally no longer hear Dark Shadow’s crying. As Tokoyami listened to the music on full-blast he didn’t hear anything anymore, not even his own sobs as he quietly broke down on his bed. Unable to stop the warm tears streaming down his feather cheeks and unable to hear himself and Dark Shadow cry.

Tokoyami didn’t even read the time on his phone, and didn’t even care that the lights were still on. He kept them on, he wasn’t going to give his shadow anything after what he’s done, and he wasn’t going to let himself have anything else after everything he had done too.

Not after what he did to you. Yet still your vision, your smile, your laughter haunted him in his dreams as he quietly cried himself to a fitful sleep.

The room might have been bright, but his heart had no light in it right now.

8 HOURS LATER…

You had no idea how long it had been since you asked for directions from that strange man a while back. All you knew is that you needed so badly to get out of here as you kept going, even though everywhere you went there was just trees…

Trees that looked… so familiar, and yet so eerie as you walked with your arms around yourself as your blood started to dry but some was still dripping down your skin.

“I gotta go home…”

A man with blades for teeth dressed in black had cackled…

“I gotta go home…”

A six-armed figure swooped in to catch you when you saw yourself fall…

“I gotta go home…”

A boy trapped in this storm of darkness cried out as he tried so hard to escape from it…

“I gotta go home now…”

The memories were so distant that they weren’t coming to you, you just repeated the mantra over and over again because it was all that made sense to you as you lost your sense of time and didn’t even notice that dawn had arrived and the fact that you were still the sea of forests and not out of the woods yet.

Your feet, your legs, your back, your stomach, your shoulder. How they ached with every step you took, and your stomach, was it still bleeding? It didn’t feel right, no it didn’t feel right at all as you gasped when you started to finally notice…

When did you get stabbed? When did those wounds appear? Where did you get them?

“No, no, no…”

You didn’t want to acknowledge how much pain you were in; you didn’t want to think about it and you didn’t want to see anything that was creeping into your mind as you brought your hands to your head and shook it.

And you gasped when you finally saw what looked like the end of this sea-like forest and quickly sped up with a desperate whine. As you looked at the trees and the arriving dawn lighting up the darkness, an image flashed into your brain, a memory of you flying in the air and you saw sharp blades piercing through the wind and a pair of big, bright, furious red eyes glaring right at you and roaring at you.

It was a monster…

Terrified, you tried desperately to fly away, but the dark, shadowy claw slashed at your back and clawed at your stomach as you let out a scream…

It hurt so much you could see the blood droplets flying into the air as your scarred back hit the back of a tree trunk as your body plummeted to the earthy ground.

Eyes widening in slight horror when such a horrific vision flashed before your eyes that you couldn’t even believe it. What was that monster? The trees, it was still in here wasn’t it? Oh my God it was a monster, it was a monster and this feeling of dread overwhelmed you so much that you couldn’t even think.

You were bleeding, the monster got you… it was in the shadows. The shadows were full of monsters and they were coming to get you, you knew it…

“AHHHHHHHH!!”

You let out a shriek as the shadows in the forest became too much for you to bear and you just ran despite your body and stinging wounds aching in protests. Adrenaline enabled you to ignore it all as you kept running, and your reddened (E/C) eyes widened when you saw more daylight leading you out of this hell. A loud gasp left you as you let out a deep exhale when you were finally out of the trees and could see a road…

There it was, the road! You nearly cried in between your screams as you ran up the steep hill and nearly tripped on your tired feet as soon as you felt the concrete. Eyes wide and looking around frantically for any place that would take you back home. This road would take you home… it had to.

So you kept walking, praying for anything, a car, someone, a hero to see you and just take you home.

Your prayers were answered when you saw a car and you didn’t hesitate to wave your hands around and screamed, “HELP ME! PLEASE!! PLEASE HELP ME!!”

The car was still driving until you moved a little closer and it forced the driver to stop as you hurriedly ran over to the side of it, “Let me in! Please! Please let me in I’m begging you!!” You cried and pleaded with the person to open their car to you and to your relief they opened the door as you quickly sat in the passenger’s seat.

“G-Go please… p-please drive away, please take me away from here…” You shakily said now that you were in a vehicle with a man who looked to be a young adult, 20 years old at best. And he was looking at you like you were crazy as he took off driving nonetheless.

Finally… finally you were going to escape from this nightmare and go back home… the monster couldn’t get you.

“T-Thank you… you saved my life…” You meekly muttered to the driver, who barely even looked at you. “Well you didn’t really give me a choice, you just jumped out and got in the car.” He replied in a somewhat expressionless tone that didn’t imply any sort of kindness.

“I-I’m so sorry… I-I just… h-had to get away… I had to get away… H-He was… he was going to… H-He did…” The monster was male, you remembered that much. A man, there was a man with blades for teeth and the shadowy monster… he was a male too you swore he was.

“Oh yeah? Let me guess, it was your boyfriend? What did you do to him?”

Was this person serious? Why was he asking you this when you were the one bleeding and in pain here?

“I-I didn’t do anything…! H-He did this to me…! And this person was NOT my boyfriend…” You didn’t have a boyfriend, and whoever or whatever it was that did this to you was definitely NOT your boyfriend.

Still the man smirked and laughed at you, “That’s what they always say… I bet he treated you real nice and then you overreacted over something small, and made yourself the victim. Just cuz you’re all bloody don’t mean you’re the victim here. For all I know you hurt him just as badly, if not worse...”

You looked at him with an appalled look as your body continued to tremble from the immense discomfort that this man was putting you through, why was he blaming you? How was this your fault?

“I-I don’t… I-I did not… I-I’m not… c-can… can you p-please just… t-take me to the nearest town s-so I can-“

“Ha! Now you’re telling me what to do? I play the fucking hero for you and you’re trying to tell me what to do? God… Typical women… well not this time sweetheart, I’m not listening to a little bitch like you.” He said snidely with a weak smirk. Whoever this was, he had a serious hang-up on women and now he was taking whatever issues he had out on you.

You weren’t going to put up with this, “Please… s-stop the car… I-I can get out and you won’t have to-”

“Of course… all you women are such fucking cowardly bitches, weak and emotional... all of you just decide to run away when things get ‘uncomfortable’ and blame the men for that even though it’s your own fault. You wanted to try and do something and yet no, it’s not your fault, it’s the guy’s.” He still blamed you, he still felt like whatever happened to you was your fault and not the person who did this to you. It was so uncomfortable that you could feel the tears coming to your eyes, you didn’t want to be here… you’d rather be back on the road…

“Gonna cry now hon? Wow… you bitches really are all the same… you think crying is going to make me feel sorry for you?! I’m not falling for it! Go on! You can cry all you want and even jump out of my car if you want! Leave me like all my other girlfriends did!”

Was that it…? Oh my God… he was one of those guys… it was coming back to you slowly, this guy, he was one of those guys you had heard about on the internet…

“W-Why are you telling me all of this…? I-I didn’t do anything to you…”

“Yeah no that’s what you think. That’s what all you bitches do, I was nice to you. I did something nice for you, I did something nice for her, and now suddenly I’m the bad guy because I made you ‘uncomfortable’ and now she’s gone and now I’M the one getting arrested for ‘sexual harassment’. HA! Classic chick move… I deserve a little bit of that don’t I?! I was nice! I was chivalrous! I opened the door for you! And you go and treat me like this?! You think it’s okay to be nice to another guy and go out with him instead?!”

His screaming tirade terrified you and all you wanted to do was get out, until he grabbed your wrist, “Oh no no darling… I’m getting what I deserve, I was nice to you, so that means YOU do this for me!” He shouted as he let you go and then brought out a gun…

He had a gun…

“I’ll take you to the next town all right, so I can get what I deserve!” His glower turned into a dark, lustful smirk as you gasped in horror and you reached out to open the door. You would risk a serious injury just to get away from this vile man, you had to…

“You’re not leaving me too!” But he grabbed your wrist yet again, still holding the gun as his car began to swerve. “NO!!” You screamed when the car was now out of control, and when you saw him wave the gun right at you.

“I’m taking you with me…”

“NO!!” You didn’t even think, you threw your hand out to make him stop, and sent an involuntary beam of light right in his face as he screamed when the overwhelming brightness stung his eyes and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“AH!! ARRRGH!! You fucking bitch I’m gonna fucking kill you!!” The man shouted hatefully as he tried to grab the wheel to stop it, but didn’t drop the gun as he tried to shoot you but only succeeded in shooting at the glass.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!” Making you scream out loud in horror when the bullet nearly hit you, and the man’s eyes were still closed due to your blinding light.

How did you do that…?

You thought in horror as your eyes went wide when you recognized this power, your power…

In a split second everything suddenly flashed through your eyes. The man with the blades for teeth, Shouji, Tokoyami… Dark Shadow…

You were flying away from him, you were trying to save Tokoyami, but Dark Shadow attacked you… and you fell… you fell down and hit a tree and woke up to forget everything that happened in that moment…

“Tokoyami…”

You found yourself saying his name which just pissed off the man when he cracked open an eye, “Already thinking about your boyfriend that you left?! OH NO GIRLY! I’ll kill you!! I’ll kill your stupid boyfriend if you can’t fucking choose! It’s either him… or me!” He screamed as you finally had enough sense to realize how unstable this person was.

“No!” You shouted and used your light against him to blind him once more and you swiped the gun out of his hands as he lost control of the wheel and you couldn’t stop yourself from screaming when you heard the car screeching and swerving into another row of trees…

CRASH!!

TO BE CONTINUED...

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If students from class 1A and 1B were part of the Riordanverse:

Yuga Aoyama: Son of Aphrodite. Not even a good one, unless you need someone blinded by his glitter-gun. Oh yeah, he has a glitter gun with lasers for maximum flare. Is he completely over-the-top? Absolutely. But is he good in a fight? Surprisingly, yes.

Mina Ashido: Daughter of Hermes and legacy of Hecate, capable of inhuman movements and can produce a slime that magically dissolves anything. She also tattooed her eyes black and yellow for some weird masochistic reason.

Tsuyu Asui: She’s a frog-turned-human by Ochako. She still has her tongue, leaps, hops, camouflage, a reversible stomach and poison that can kill a group of whales. And he can still inflate her throat like a balloon, which makes for good scares.Very good scares…

Tenya Iida: Son of Mercury, he never skips leg day. Never. Seriously, have you seen those legs? He could crush a car with those puppies! Or crush monster heads! Which he does do quite often! He doesn’t skimp out on upper body exercises either, but LOOK AT THOSE LEGS OF THUNDER!

Ochako Uraraka: Daughter of Hecate, she specializes in a set of spells that manipulate an individual object’s or being’s gravitational pull. It’s gotten to the point where she makes anything she touches with five fingers on one hand, it will float, no matter what, which is why she wears gloves all the time.

Mashirao Ojiro: Son of Mars, he’s an expert martial artist and very, very good at multiple of them. He’s lost multiple sparring partners because of his profinity with a number of weapons, and his lethality without any weapons.

Denki Kaminari: Legacy of Zeus and Apollo, each by about 50 generations. About as bright as his godly ancestors (not very), but he still makes one Hel of a lightning bolt, and he’s also pretty good with a guitar and lyre. 

Eijiro Kirishima: Son of Vulcan, his blood and skin are pure liquid gold, bronze and diamond he can infinitely harden for a period of time. It also obtains unnaturally sharp edges, and given his tendency to go hard when excited, he has made his friends frequent the infirmary for cuts and broken ribs.

Koji Koda: Son of Actaedon, he can talk with wildlife. He’s also a Legacy of Heracles, hence his size. His hugs are nice, war and gentle.

Rikido Sato: Son of Mars, this guy has a serious sweet tooth. He’s also surprisingly gentle for a guy that can decimate an opponent with a single hit.

Mezo Shoji: Son of Ares, he’s surprisingly level-headed. And malicious. Seriously, this guy always has at least ten different weapons on him, on top of him knowing a variety of potentially lethal moves. His arms are known as the Anacondas for a reason.

Kyoka Jiro: Daughter of Apollo, she’s a top-tier musician, singer and is moderate with a bow and arrow. She can whistle in the ultrasonic range, clap like thunder, sing and play like either a sweet little bird or a whole-ass heavy metal choir without ruining her vocal cords, and she gives the opposite amount of fucks that Zeus does (ie. zero).

Hanta Sero: Son of Hermes, he inherited a pair of magical tape dispensers that can dispense any tape in any amount of any properties he chooses. He uses them to swing around like Spider-Man, which made him a regular visitor of the infirmary until Momo made him a special harness to keep his joints from dislocating. 

Fumikage Tokoyami: Son of Erebos, he suffers from split-personality disorder, but it’s fixed nicely by his inner demon incarnate made of pure darkness he calls Dark Shadow. They have a strangely healthy relationship for a boy and his literal inner demon.

Shoto Todoroki: A Legacy, descendant of Hel and Surtr, capable of making ice that freezes fire, and fire that burns ice. He gives so little shit he’s actually oblivious to social cues, which makes for more than a few funny moments on quests with him.

Toru Hagakure: Legacy of Iris, she can manipulate light around her to turn invisible or project bright flashes

Katsuki Bakugou: Son of Ares, with rage and instincts of war so strong and powerful he can convert his sheer rage into explosions in the palms of his hands. He generated more than one explosion with the explosive yield of a nuclear weapon in his life. How he hasn’t gone deaf yet is beyond most people, though he does still know a variety of sign languages.

Izuku Midoriya: A mortal, capable of seeing through the mist, was gifted the Spartan Spirit, a spirit formed by Kratos, Nike, Bia and Zelus, to protect humanity in its greatest times of need. He ends up breaking his bones an absolute shitton, and is a regular at the infirmary.

Minoru Mineta: Died on a quest. His quest-mates say ‘by accident’. Everyone knows it was very deliberate, but then again, everyone hated him and is fine with him dead. Some people wanted to be the ones to kill him though.

Momo Yaoyorozu: A Legacy, granddaughter of Hephaestus and Athena, capable of making virtually any machine. She’s also very fidgety, and once made an entire army of fully autonomous grass soldiers that went on to terrorize the other campers for a bit. In thirty minutes.

Class 1B:

Yosetsu Awase: Son of Hephaestus, he also likes to make stuff. Though mostly he combines already existing tools, gadgets and machines, and makes weird amalgamations. He once fused an automaton bull, an automaton dragon and a school bus, and it actually works.

Sen Kaibara: Son of Ares, he’s pretty chill compared to his kin (especially Katsuki and Setsuna), mainly due to him bottling up his anger. Which he can unleash as tornadoes around his limbs, which he can use to drill through walls. Thank gods he doesn’t lose it too often.

Togaru Kamakiri: Son of Ceres, he likes farming tools. Especially ones with blades. That’s lead to him using all kinds of sickles, scythes (both farming tools and war scythes) and even a few lawn mowers, shovels, axes...

Shihai Kuroiro: Son of Nyx, him and Tokoyami get along exceptionally well. Given his ability to shadow-travel and use shadows and darkness as materials to make some pretty nifty weapons only he can use.

Itsuka Kendo: Daughter of Athena, she excels in critical thinking and a variety of martial arts. And knocking out her piers with precise attacks when they start to get exceptionally annoying.

Yui Kodai: Daughter of Trivia. She excels in potions and spells that manipulate the size of objects, so much so that she has to resort to gloves because she now naturally makes things smaller with her left hand, or bigger with her right hand. She’s the calm one.

Kinoko Komori: Daughter of Demeter, she has a soft spot for fungi and mushrooms. Which she can make grow rapidly. Very rapidly. She’s fun at parties.

Ibara Shiozaki: Daughter of Demeter, she dyes her hair green with actual chlorophyll for some reason (“To feel one with the beautiful plants,” she says), but she can also grow and manipulate vines and other vine-like plants, along with trees, quite effectively, and she has some rose and poison oak (she’s immune to it) seeds in her hair. Don’t ask, her answers are just as ridiculous as the chlorophyll-dyed hair.

Jurota Shishida: Son of Mars, he’s been cursed by most likely Hera to be a humanoid boar/dog thing. He’s especially good at wrestling, and is very diplomatic in his approach. Until he gets pissed, then he charges like a boar and yes, he keeps those tusks of his sharp on a regular basis.

Niregeki Shoda: Legacy of Hermes, son of Hephaestus, he likes to make explosives and plant them everywhere. More than a few campers were scared. Except Katsuki, who tried to outdo the ground (Niregeki’s mine) in explosive yield and put skylight access in the roof of Bunker 9. Niregeki had to repair it.

Pony Tsunotori: Legacy of Poseidon, she can shapeshift. She likes to shapeshift into horses, bulls, deer and goats (including mooses and buffalo), and she has a nifty gadget from the Hephaestus and Vulcan campers in the shape of horns that transform with her, giving her detachable remote-control horns. 

Kosei Tsuburaba: Legacy of Jupiter, son of Ares, he’s competitive and can make walls and blades out of air. Especially annoying for monsters because they can’t get to him, period, and every time they try, they don’t get past his walls of air for a whole minute before someone either cuts/hacks/slices them to bits, freezes/burns them alive, blows them up with their fists/explosives/expanding stones they previously ingested or some other way of disposing a monster.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu: Son of Vulcan, capable of turning to pure steel over his entire body, also increasing his strength. Because of this, and his tendency to go hard whenever he’s excited, he’s made his friends frequent the infirmary for bruises and broken ribs.

Setsuna Tokage: Daughter of Ares, she’s actually been hurt pretty badly in one of her fights (she went on a Quest with Katsuki, and no, it wasn’t him who hurt her) and had to have automaton grafts to replace her limbs, a part of her lower jaw, her eyes and the muscles around her spine, along with parts of the vertebrae. Which she asked to be detachable and splittable in as many pieces as possible, which she can control telepathically and uses to troll other campers. A lot. Especially two certain sons of Vulcan.

Manga Fukidashi: No one knows what he is, they just know his head is a speech bubble and he can make anything he writes real.

Juzo Honenuki: Legacy of Gaia, he can virtually liquify the ground (does not work on metal or wooden floors). He trolls a lot with this ability. And I do mean a lot.

Kojiro Bondo: A golem? A person? His head makes it hard to tell whether he’s a demigod or a monster to be honest. And his glue-like spit doesn’t help much either.

Neito Monoma: Legacy of, you guessed it, Zeus! He has a superiority complex because of this, and he frequents the infirmary on the basis of Itsuka or whoever he was annoying KOing him constantly. All that brain damage probably isn’t helping his mental issues...

Reiko Yanagi: Daughter of Hecate she can make things she touches float and fly around using some sort of incantation. The biggest she can do is double her own body weight, but that doesn’t stop her from delivering high-speed flying punches and scaring other campers.

Hiryu Rin: Son of Mars and Legacy of Poseidon, he can shapeshift into various animals. Most notably a mix of human, hedgehog and a lizard. Sharp, painful and deadly precise. And also meditating. And a lot of it.

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