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the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud · 7 months

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An Odd Night At The ThunderRiders' Base (Part 3)

MY MAIN GOAL IS TO FINISH THIS BULLSHIT BEFORE/BY HALLOWEEN SO YEAH LEGGO

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"Technicolour! Where the hell are you?!"

Pupa's voice echoes through the hallways as he walks through it, his eyes darting from one direction to the other, trying to find the man in question. "Gosh...why is he so fucking stupid...? Didn't Aleph told him to stay with us the entire time?" He asked himself, but obviously he can't give an answer to himself either.

"Technicolour! Technicolour!!!!!!" Pupa yelled louder, but still no response came from Technicolour. Instead, he heard something else.

"Huh?! Who's there?! Show yourself!"

"What the- Wait....Fate?!" Pupa called, his walking turned into a full on sprint. He looked around, before spotting Fate in the end of the hallway, looking around for the source of the voice that called out to her. Alongside her, is none other than Hikaru.

"Oh, thank god I found you guys. You guys aren't even the ones I'm trying to find, but this is nice too." Pupa said. "Wow. Really? Did you really had to mention the part where we're NOT supposed to be the ones you're looking for?" Fate asked him, her voice indicating that she's very irritated by that fact for some reason.

"Whatever. Mr. Pupa, when did you came in here?" Hikaru asked, turning his head to look at the man in question. "Just a few minutes ago. I was with, uh, Aleph, Jakarta, Pamolia, and Technicolour, but Techni's missing, so I'm trying to find him right now." Pupa explained, scratching the back of his head as he glanced to a different view (a literal wall).

"Wait, who's Jakarta?" Fate asked, and Hikaru could only laugh a little at that. "Ahaha, he meant Arta." He told her, and she just made an "oooohhh" sound. "Can you guys at least help me find Technicolour?" Pupa asked. Hikaru was about to answer, but then immediately got interrupted. "Wait- no. I mean, it's not like I can't find him on my own, but maybe a little bit of help wouldn't hurt." Pupa added, glancing back to the two Gods.

"Haha! So you're scared of being alone in a situation like this~?" Fate teased, a smug look on her face as she watched the butterfly man's face turn bright red. "W-what?! NO! I-I'M NOT SCARED! I JUST- Ugh....!" His response made the Goddess of Fate laugh even more, and Hikaru could only facepalm at this sight.

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"I never knew they had a fish tank here...Ah...such cute fishes...!" Technicolour muttered, his hands pressed onto a fish tank as he happily looked at the fishes in it swim around. The fishes are all sorts of colours, which made Technicolour even more happier at the sight.

"Hmm....wait. I've been here for too long! Oh no." He then said, before getting up, looking around his surroundings. However, upon further inspection.....he's the only one here. "Ah! Oh no! I got separated from the others!" He cried out, looking around a little more to make sure his suspicions were true.

"Mmh.....and it's dark here too...." He muttered sadly, before sighing. "Ugh, shut up, Techni. You're old now. Get your shit together—Ah! Wait! No! I wasn't supposed to say that word...!" Technicolour whined even more, feeling so much embarrassment as he continued complaining about his current situation.

"Shut up!!!! I gotta find the others before—"' Technicolour didn't had the time to finish his sentence before he was immediately cut off by the sound of footsteps. "Huh? What noise are those—Ah." Eventually, he managed to (sort of) see who is approaching him.

"Aye! Techni! Never expected you to be here! You weren't one of the people I invited to that demon summoning ritual." Trojan's voice could be heard as he stops infront of the man with blue hair. "Oh, wait...Mr. Trojan. You're Mr. Trojan, right? I don't wanna mistake you for someone else..." Technicolour asked.

"Yep, yep~ That's me, alright! Ah! Wait. I wanna test out something. It's an ability I haven't used in awhile. Gimme a sec." Trojan then closed his eyes, though Technicolour couldn't see that because of how fucking dark it is right now.

Suddenly, a pair of light blue eyes appeared infront of him, startling him completely.

"Hey, Colour!"

"AGHH WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Oh- Shhh!!!! Don't make too much of a fuss about it, please!!!! Just don't freak out."

It turns out those eyes belong to Trojan. Seems like he can make his eyes glow somehow. But how is that even possible??? "I-I...Nevermind that. I'm just glad someone else is with me......and I'n glad that I can see you clearly in some way." Technicolour said, muttering the last sentence nervously.

"Yeah, uh...anyways! I'm trying to find Temporal Shifting! Wanna come?" Trojan offered, extending his hand out to the other man as if he's telling him to take ibuprofen with him. "Temporal...Shifting? Who's that?" Technicolour immediately asked, ignoring the "let's take ibuprofen together" pose Trojan is striking right now.

"Oh! Uh, whoops. Forgot to tell ya who that is. Ehehe~ I meant Tempo and Shifta." Trojan replied sheepishly, his arm lowering for a split second before going back up, making that stupid offering pose again. "Sooooo? Wanna come or not?" He then asked, both of his eyebrows raised as the most stupidest smile he could ever make made it's way onto his lips.

Technicolour was rather silent at first, but then he managed to make up his mind. "Alright. I'll come with you." He said. He didn't take Trojan's hand, though. He has way more common sense than Arghena would ever have. Noticing this, Trojan completely lowers his hand. But the smile he has on his face is still there, as if it was plastered onto his face with glue. "Sweet! Let's go then."

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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Chapter 10: The Fall of Troy

Pairing: Morpheus x OC (Cassandra of Troy)

Warnings: death, violence, attempted sexual assault (not explicit)

Word count: 4354

A/N: Here is chapter 10 of Fated and Forgotten! This is a long one, and as you can probably tell from the title, we’re at the end of the Trojan war! It is not the end of this story though, as the synopsis says, this is going to eventually follow the series. There’s just 3000 years before we get there! There are a few changes from the mythology in this, which I needed to fit with the story. This is going to be the last update until next week, as I’m going away for a long weekend tomorrow. Hope you like it!

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Cass pulled apart the bread in her hands and dropped some small pieces next to her where she was sitting on her window ledge. Alexander pecked at the crumbs on the ledge as she slowly ate the rest of the bread. The raven had become her closest friend over the past week and a half. He wasn’t afraid to tell her exactly when Morpheus was watching and when he wasn’t. The bird seemed to be glad to be back out in the waking world and she was reluctant to keep him shut up with her, so she had been sending him off to check on the battle raging outside the city wall. Her words on the day of Hector’s death seemed to have struck a chord with Paris because he had taken over as head of the army.

The Greeks had given them back what was left of Hector’s body, so they could have a funeral. Cass had been permitted to attend, if only to not arouse the suspicion that her absence would have no doubt caused. But her parents grief had blinded them, and when no one was looking she had been able to slip Hector’s dagger into the flowing fabric of her dress. When she got back to her room, it hadn’t been hard to use the dagger to rip her bedsheets to form a rudimentary thigh holder for the dagger’s sheath. She had decided to keep it on her at all times until the time came.

She looked up as the door was pushed open. Alexander flew out of the window and up onto the roof, where he could still be in hearing range without being seen. But luckily, it was only Agnes anyway.

“My lady.” She said breathlessly as she bowed her head and the guards shut the door behind her. “Your brother has returned, Achilles is dead.”

The news should have filled her with joy and hope, but instead pure dread settled in her stomach. She had learnt her lesson now though, she didn’t let it show on her face and instead plastered on a smile. “That is wonderful news.”

“The Greeks are retreating. The city is saved.” Agnes smiled, happy tears filling her eyes.

“Then I order you to take the week off. Go and see your family out of the city to celebrate.” She smiled, hoping Agnes would believe the tears in her eyes were also from happiness.

“My lady, I could not. That would leave you alone.” Agnes said, her face falling.

Cass walked forward and took her hands in hers. “I insist. Now the war is over, I believe my father may have a change of heart. If you leave now, you can be home before tomorrow afternoon. I will still be here when you return.”

“As you wish, my lady.” Agnes curtsied and moved towards the door before pausing. “I hope you enjoy the festivities, even if they will not bring the Prince back.”

“Thank you, Agnes, for everything.” Cass smiled, the tears beginning to fall as the door closed behind Agnes.

“My lady?” Alexander flew back down to land in the window ledge.

“Tomorrow night, the city is going to fall. I will not have her here when it does.” She turned to face the bird. “She believes me because it was not a prophecy, because I gave her a good enough reason to leave without question. But I cannot help the others.”

“It is not your fault.” He flew in to perch on her shoulder, his claws digging lightly into her skin.

She looked up at him. “I know, but that does not make it any easier.”

The bird inclined his head, as if he was listening to something. “Lord Morpheus wishes to speak with you tonight, he will we waiting in the library.”

She took a breath, wondering how she would even fall asleep with all the nervous energy beginning to form. “I will be there, if I ever actually manage to get to sleep.”

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Cass found herself stood in the library as soon as she fell into a deep enough sleep to slip into the Dreaming. It must have been almost dawn, but her mind hadn’t stopped racing for most of the night, constantly replaying what was to happen the following night. But the weight on her shoulders eased slightly as she took in the surroundings shelves that were stacked high with scrolls of parchment. Alexander stayed in the waking world, ready to wake her if anything happened earlier than it was supposed to, leaving her seemingly alone in the library.

But she knew she wasn’t as she walked further in. Places in the Dreaming felt different whenever Morpheus was present in them, it was like they had more energy than normal, his very presence bringing them into sharper focus. She used that as her focal point and found him leaning over a desk in the far corner. Rolls of parchment covered each inch of the dark wood and he seemed engrossed in them.

“Sorry. I did not mean to keep you waiting.” She said, coming to a stop a few steps behind him.

He did not turn to look at her, instead focusing on moving the papers in front of him. “It is no matter, I have plenty to keep me busy.”

“What did you wish to speak to me about?” She asked, moving closer and peering over his shoulder at the papers in front of them. They looked like plans for something, extensions to the palace maybe.

He finally stood up straight and turned to look at her. “You have seen your death?”

“I have. Why?” She whispered, trying not to think of the images she had seen.

“It will be easier for me to give you a place here in the Dreaming if I know when it will occur. My sister is rather fast at taking souls when the time comes.” He said, but something about his tone suggested to her that he wasn’t telling her everything.

“Three months from now, mid-month I think. I cannot be entirely sure.” She said, watching confusion flash through his eyes.

“But you said the city falls tomorrow.”

“It does. I do not die in Troy.” She didn’t elaborate, unwilling to drag up what was waiting for her in less than a day.

Morpheus’s eyes seemed to darken as the air grew thick around them. “What happens tomorrow night?”

“Nothing you can prevent, and I do not wish to spend this time thinking about it.” The room darkened, her emotions brushing up against his and causing a reaction stronger than normal. Before she even felt the ground move beneath her, the pair of them were stood in the bright sunlight of Fiddler’s Green.

Morpheus’s face was unreadable, but she knew he had felt their emotions playing off each other as well. “Very well, we need not discuss it further. Alexander will stay with you, so I will know if something changes.”

She just nodded. The air still felt heavier than usual, like his power was seeping out into the air between them. “I have to go.” She whispered, finally bringing herself to look back up at him. Confusion clouded his features and his lips parted as if he was going to protest, but she cut him off. “There is to be a city wide celebration tonight, I will be expected to help with the preparations.”

“Then I will not keep you.” His tone was light, but the worry lines creasing his brow didn’t disappear.

She nodded in his direction and woke herself up before she could say anything she might regret.

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Paris avoided looking Cass’s way the entire time they were helping oversee the preparations outside the palace. Two guards hovered close by, keeping an eye on her, as per her father’s orders. She knew he had told them to take her back to her room and lock the door at the first sign of trouble. Hector’s dagger was still strapped to her thigh, but if it came to it, she would go without complaint. Tonight could only end one way, no matter what else happened.

Alexander cawed softly from where he was perching on the statue in the centre of the courtyard. She shot him a small smile to show she was fine and went back to showing the people in front of her where he father wanted the drinks station to be placed.

Until her younger brother, Helenus came sprinting through the arches. He took several deep breaths before hastily speaking. “Come see what the Greeks have left us!”

Everyone dropped what they were holding and raced after Helenus, everyone but Paris, Cass and the two guards. The two siblings shared a brief look before Paris averted his eyes and stalked after their brother. Cass moved slower, the two guards following her like shadows as they walked through the city. People were swarming the streets, all moving in the same direction. The reason for the excitement became very clear as they reached the city gates.

A giant wooden horse had been dragged through the gates and into the entrance square. People were swarming all around it, talking about how the Greeks must have seen the error of their ways. As they walked closer, the inscription on the side became clear: The Greeks dedicate this thank-offering to Athena for their return home.

Cass’s blood ran cold, The Greeks will commit sacrilege to enter the city, but the people will not see it. That prophecy was been the only one that had been triggered by Paris’s presence. At the time, she hadn’t known what it meant, but the horse in front of her fulfilled it perfectly. Horses had always been scared to the people of Troy, and the Greeks must have known that they wouldn’t want to destroy even a replica.

She pushed through the crowd, aware of Alexander flying above her as she made her way to Paris. She caught her brother by the arm, unflinching under his burning gaze as he turned to face her. “Paris, this is a trap. You must tell them to take it back outside the city walls.”

Paris glanced behind her and she knew the guards must have joined them. “This is another one of your delusions, sister. The Greeks have retreated, this is merely a symbol of their surrender. They know what horses mean to the people of Troy, it is merely a gift so we will not follow to finish the job.”

“Or they knew what horses mean to us and they hoped that would mean we would not destroy it! Please, Paris, listen to me. Something is wrong. They will listen to you.” She tightened her grip on his arm.

“You would do well to keep this to yourself, if father hears, he will lock you back up. Maybe for good reason.” He ripped his arm away from her and stalked off towards Helenus.

Cass watched him go, her mind reeling. What was going to happen, was going to happen. She hadn’t been able to stop it so far. But she was here this time, standing mere feet away from the issue. And she would be damned if she let it go. She glanced around the square, making sure not to draw the attention of the guards. It was getting late and the torches lining the walls had begun to be lit. An axe had been left alone underneath one, the blade embedded into the wooden block of a woodcutter who was clearly admiring the craftmanship of the horse.

More people started to fill the square as the news of the horse spread through the city like wildfire. She glanced back at the guards; one woman could move through a crowd faster than two men in full armour. She moved without thinking it through further, darting between people as she ran towards the torch and axe. The shouting of the guards was lost in the crowd as she yanked the axe out of the chopping block. The torch took less effort as she pulled it from the wall. She risked a glance back at the guards, finding them still trying to push through the crowd, before running back towards the horse.

She kept the torch and axe as close to her as possible, unwilling to even risk a bystander being hurt. She was only a few steps away from the horse when she was tackled from the side. The torch and axe went skittering across the stone paving as she rolled over and swung at whoever had grabbed her. But Paris caught her arms, crossing them over her chest and pinning them down.

“Paris, let me go!” She shouted in desperation. She knew this was it, her one and only chance. If they got her away from the square, the future would be set in stone. “Paris, please! You don’t understand, please.”

“I warned you, sister.” He murmured as the guards finally managed to push through the crowd. “Take her back to the palace. It seems the end of the war has not brought an end to her delusions.”

“Paris, please!” The guards grabbed each of her arms and hauled her to her feet. “It is a trap, if you do not listen to me, you will doom us all! Paris!”

But he turned his back and ignored her shouts as she was dragged from the square.

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“I need you to do something for me.” Cass told Alexander as he flew down to perch on her window ledge.

The bird cocked his head to the side. “What is it?”

“One of the guards outside has the only key to the door. When it starts to get bad, they will abandon their post and I do not wish to be trapped in here.” She told him, glancing out of the window to where the sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon. “There is not long left.”

“Leave it with me.” He flew off, leaving her alone again.

She pushed herself up onto the ledge, bringing up her legs and curling them beneath her. The sound of singing drifted up from the festivities, firelight flickering throughout the city. She wondered how much everyone had drank, how much of a resistance there would be when the fighting started.

There was a squawk in the hall, followed by muffled cursing and she couldn’t help the small smile that overtook her face. She returned her gaze to the city and found her thoughts drifting towards Agnes. She hoped, more than anything, that her friend had managed to get away in time. Even if she could only save one person from the coming bloodshed, it was better than nothing.

Alexander flew back down and dropped a gold key into her lap.

She picked it up and smiled at him. “Thank you.”

He bowed his head in acknowledgment before looking out of the window. “How long now?”

“When it goes completely dark.” She pulled the dagger out of its sheath and twirled it in her hands. “When it gets bad, I want you to go back to Morpheus.”

He hopped up to perch on her knee. “He said-”

“I know what he said. But what happens next, I would rather not have anyone see it.” She turned to look at him. “Please, grant me this.”

“Very well. But Morpheus will not be pleased.” He said.

“I will talk to him when I next see him.” She assured him. The sun had fully set now, and with it, the feeling of dread began to fully settle in her bones. She replaced the dagger in its sheath. And they sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

The change was so subtle at first, that neither of them noticed it. The noise had been at a constant level all night so they didn’t pick up on the change in tone. But soon the shouts of jubilation shifted into screams of terror. Both Cass and Alexander went rigid and shared a look. The bird flew up to perch on her shoulder as she swung her legs off the window ledge and climbed down. The key in her hand cut into her palm as she closed her hand into a fist around it.

They heard shouts down the hall followed by footsteps as the guards were alerted to what was going on. She waited several breaths before slotting the key into the lock and turning it. She felt the bolts move and ripped the door open.

She glanced down the corridor but it was deserted. The screaming was coming from the front of the palace, so she knew her best bet was out of the back. That would also put her in the opposite direction of Athena’s temple. Maybe, just maybe, if she didn’t make it to the temple, her fate would be different. That the man wouldn’t-

She took a breath and walked out into the corridor. She pulled the dagger from its sheath as Alexander’s claws dug into the bare skin of her shoulder. She regretted not changing out of her best dress into something more practical, but there was no time for that now.

She made it down to the back door without issue, all the corridors were deserted. She pushed open the door and stepped out into the warm night air. It was a beautiful night, too beautiful for the bloodshed that was currently occurring. She turned her attention back to the raven. “Go home.”

“I would rather stay.”

“You promised me, remember. Go.” She made sure her tone left no room for argument and he reluctantly took off.

She regretted it as soon as he was gone, leaving her all alone. But she knew she wouldn’t be alone for long if she stayed put. So, she gripped the dagger tighter and started walking. If she could make it to the back city wall, she might be able to slip out unseen and make her way to somewhere her face was not known.

She stuck to the backstreets, ducking out of sight each time she even glanced movement up ahead. She changed course several times as she heard the clanging of metal and blood curdling screams she knew she would haunt her for how ever long she had left.

She ducked out of sight as she heard voices up ahead; Greek soldiers talking about locating the missing members of the royal family. She allowed herself a brief moment of relief, hoping her younger siblings had somehow managed to get away. She had only seen Paris’s death, so she held onto the hope that the others would be safe. She was still holding onto the hope that she could get away. But it was only too late that she realised her mistake.

In evading the last soldiers she had taken a dead end street that led to the last place she wanted to be. She was about to turn around when she heard voices coming up the path. She turned and ran, swallowing down her fear as her sandals beat against the path. She crested the hill as the reality truly set in. She blindly stumbled into the temple and threw herself down at the feet of the statue.

“Athena, goddess of wisdom and war, I kneel at your alter and beg you for protection. I know my brother wronged you, but I ask for mercy now, for you to intercede before the man following me has the chance to defile your temple. Please.” She gripped the dagger tighter as she heard footsteps echoing up the front steps and her tears began to fall, dripping off her nose onto the floor bellow. “Please.”

“You are in the wrong temple, priestess. I am not sure Apollo would abide by you asking another god for help.” The voice was gruff and she refused to turn around and look at the man.

“This is a place of worship, acts committed here will be judged by the gods themselves.” Cass glanced up at the wooden statue in front of her, silently pleading for mercy.

“I am Ajax, head of the western armies, and I have the favour of the gods, witch. I will do what I wish without fear of repercussion.”

She listened closely as he stepped closer, waiting for the right moment. When he was close enough, she swung around and slashed the dagger across his abdomen. He cried out and stumbled backwards, giving her the chance to dive around him. She bolted for the exit, but a hand grasped her ankle and pulled her back. The air was pushed from her lungs as she hit the floor, hard. He started pulled her back towards him and she clawed at the floor and kicked out her free leg in an attempt to get free, but he was twice the size of her.

He grabbed the back of her dress, succeeding in ripping the fabric and causing it to fall from her shoulders. She choked down her fear, swinging again with the dagger, but he caught her hand and ripped it from her. She used the distraction to move again, but in doing so, the dagger ripped into the skin above her left hip. She hardly felt it as she managed to hit him in the face. He barely flinched, his eyes darkening further with rage. He raised a hand to hit her but then his attention was drawn upwards.

Alexander flew into the room and straight at Ajax. The man stumbled back to avoid the ravens claws as he went straight for his eyes. Cass pushed herself backwards until she hit the foot of the statue. She should run, but she was frozen to the spot, trying to hold her tattered dress to her chest.

Alexander’s claws dug into Ajax’s face, leaving deep grooves in it’s wake. The bird evaded most of the mans attempts to grab him, but as always, all it took was one lucky shot. Cass screamed as Ajax got a lucky shot in with the dagger and Alexander fell out of the air at her feet.

She reached out and pulled the raven into her lap, gently stroking at his blood stained feathers. “I am sorry.” She choked out. He croaked weakly before his eyes went dull and he went still. She stopped trying to control the sobs trying to escape her chest as Ajax got back to his feet. She screwed her eyes shut and tried to press herself closer to the statue as he approached.

But before he reached her, he dropped to his knees and started screaming.

Her eyes flew open to find Morpheus standing in front of her, glaring down at the man who was still screaming, backing away from something she couldn’t see. She could feel Morpheus’s anger, the rage simmering underneath his skin, and knew he was showing Ajax his worst nightmares.

“Morpheus?” She eventually managed to choke out.

He turned to face her, his eyes softening as he took her in. He unclasped his cloak and pulled it from around his shoulders in a graceful arch. He wrapped it around her shoulders as he knelt down in front of her. She used her free hand to pull the heavy fabric closer to her, noticing for the first time that the darkness inside his cloak seemed to contain galaxies.

“May I?” He held his hand out towards Alexander and she was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

She handed him over and pulled the cloak closer around herself. “I told him to leave, but he came back and tired to protect me. I am sorry.”

“He did as he was asked.” He said, waving his free hand over the bird. She watched as Alexander disappeared in a flurry of sand. “He is at peace now.”

“You were not supposed to be here.” She said, trying to stop the tears that were still streaming down her face. She noticed Ajax had dropped her dagger and reached out to grab it. In doing so, the cloak fell open slightly, showing Morpheus the wound in her side.

“I know.” He whispered, his gaze dropping to the small pool of blood that was beginning to form beneath her.

“The fates-”

“Are my problem.” He cut her off. “I have an offer for you.”

She looked up at him, his eyes seemed to be glowing again. “What is it?”

“Immortality. An eternity in the Dreaming. You could spend the rest of time learning all there will ever be to know.” He shifted forward, watching her reaction closely as he reached out to look at the wound in her side.

“What is the cost?” She asked, knowing from personal experience, that there was always a price to pay.

His fingers ghosted over the injury and he flinched at the same time she did. “Your help. There are times I have to step away from the Dreaming, you would watch over it in my absence. You would also help me create new dreams and nightmares. That is all I will ever ask of you, your life is still yours. But there are more men on their way, I need an answer now.”

She studied him closely, but her mind was already made up. “Yes.”

Chapter 11

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soc-characters-as-songs · 3 years

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The OC as OneRepublic songs, please?

ivy: all we are ("I tried to paint you a picture/the colors were all wrong/black and white didn't fit you/and all along/you were shaded with patience/your strokes of everything/that I need just to make it/but I can see")

meredith: say (all I need) ("do you know where your love is/do you think that you lost it/you felt it so strong but nothings/turned out how you want it")

diana: secrets ("tell me what you want to hear/something that will light those ears/sick of all the insincere/I'm gonna give all my secrets away")

dahlia: life in color ("I do my best to find some kind of glow/I'm giving it some heart and soul, now from the darkest greys/the sun bursts, clouds break")

alassie: trap door ("I've seen the foolish shame the ways/you just kept crying with his own surprises/and your Trojan horse is big enough to save them all/and you're not a foolish one at all")

ramona: counting stars ("lately I've been, I've been losing sleep/dreaming about the things that we could be/but baby, I've been, I've been praying hard/said no more counting dollars/we'll be counting stars")

rhea: kids ("you and me were kids/swear that we'll never die/lights down/and we drive and we're drivin' just to get out/yeah, perfect disasters/yeah, we were swinging, swinging from the rafters/I refuse to look back thinking days were better/just because they're younger days")

cornelia: marchin' on ("for this dance week move with each other/there aint no other step than one foot/right in front of the other/there's so many wars we fought/there's so many things we're not/but with what we have, I promise you that/we're marchin' on)

kaden: light it up ("I took a shot and missed the mark/well every single day I multiply/a million drums of kerosene/baby, like a hotel in the sky/let's take a trip to wonderland, we can just tune this fire tonight")

andreia: all the right moves ("do you think I'm special?/do you think I'm nice, am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?/between the noise you hear, and the sound you like/are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?")

arely: sucker punch ("push and pull me closer/habit forming, you should stay far away/colored caffeine, magic/lights my night I'm aware of my face, too late")

suzy: mercy (all I wanted to feel/I wanted to love/it's all my fault now/a tragedy, I fear/angel of mercy/how did you find me?/how did you pick me up again?")

samuel: fear ("no sleep/today/can't even rest when the suns down/no time/there's not enough/and nobody's watchin' me now")

bianca: love runs out ("I'll be your fifty-thousand clapping like one/and I feel alright, and I feel alright/'cause I worked it out, yeah I worked it out/I'll be doin' this, if you have a doubt")

archibald: future looks good ("you see, I had/this crazy dream, last night this man, he talked to me/he told me/everything that's good and bad about my history/but he said that you are/you are the future//and the future looks good")

raphael: choke ("and no it's not like I was counting/or thought that we'd run out of days/so I'll be holding on to something/breathing the air you took away/I'll keep a picture of you on the wall, of you on the wall/and I'll choke on the memories")

#songs #the selected #host characters

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bonsaiiiiiii · 4 years

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100 Weird AU's? Yes.

So, I had these AU prompts on my phone for quite a while, and I was actually thinking about using them. And what better way to do it than using them with the Tracy's?

Reading and reading these prompts again (and under the gentle guidance of @willow-salix ) I thought that these prompts doesn't exactly match the brothers' everyday situation, but what if we push it past its limit? Yes, biting more that you can chew can be a little difficult, but I don't think it will be impossible. And that's where this challenge is born!

Get the Tracy's out of International Rescue's bubble and let them live an everyday situation as normal people! They can also be medieval nobles or even futuristic robots, the choice's up to you! You can choose from soo many things others don't even think about (and not even me, for a while)!

Many thanks to @tag2060 for the cover and @willow-salix for the support (both emotional and 'fic-ical'. I love both of you💚

NOTE: THESE PROMPTS AREN'T ALL MINE. I TOOK THEM FROM A GIRL I'M NOT IN CONTACT WITH ANYMORE, BUT I WAS TOLD I COULD USE THEM. ALL CREDITS FOR THESE AU'S GO TO HER, WHATEVER IS HER NAME (lmao). THE GOLD MARKED ONES (7, 11, 20, 23, 39, 47, 63, 64, 70, 83, 89, 91, 93, 96, 100) ARE ALL MINE, IN SUBSITUTION OF A FEW THAT WERE THERE, SO CREDIT FOR THE GOLDEN MARKED ONES GOES TO ME, BUT NOT EVERY ONE OF THEM.

NOTE²: SOME OF THE PROMPTS CONTAIN STRONG THEMES, LIKE DEPRESSION AND SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE SENSIBLE TO THESE THEMES, DON'T DO THEM, NOBODY FORCES YOU IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE.

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To participate in this challenge, all you have to do is take one of the AU prompts from the list, one or more (or all) Tracy characters, and post your fic (can be a ficlet, or a series) under the tag #100weirdTracys and #100weirdAUs.

If you don't want to participate, please don't harass/bully me. I made this challenge just for fun, and I don't want for it to feel like something bad. In fact, I don't even regret doing this thing, even if it's strange.

Ah, I almost forgot: this challenge will be over in December, so you have 4 months to choose a prompt and make a fic about it. On December I'll review all the fics, but I'll always be reblogging and reading during these 4 months lol.

If you want to tell me something, hit me up on DM's! I hope you have fun with those prompts and those bois!

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TO RESUME:

• Swearing is allowed.

• You can write as many words as you want!

• Oc's and muses can pop in too!

• Make sure to tag your fic(s) under the '#100weirdTracys' and '#100weirdAUs' tags, so that I can find them easily.

• Always tag or contact me if you need help with anything! I'll be more than glad to help you!

• If you decide to do the mature prompts (19, 90, just to state an example) please refrain from using a too mature language and don't go further than making up. I don't like that kind of language, so it would be peachy to just avoid writing so they make wild sex behind a bush. Any kind of very mature fic or language won't be read by me, I'm sorry. You can still use those prompts, but don't work their bed life too much.

• Any dialect or first language apart from english is more than welcome in this yard! I would love even to read snippets of foreign language in fics, as long as there's a translation near it, but you're not forced to write in another language. If you don't feel comfortable doing it just don't do it, even if I'm telling you. (For the record, I love Irish so much I could listen to a person speaking this language for hours and you won't hear me complaining).

• I will accept this challenge in whatever form it takes, be it a fic, a drawing, a song, etc. I’m open to anything and I watch everything that comes before me!

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That said, you can find the prompts down here:⬇️

#1 I saved you from drowning!AU

#2 I broke into your house at two in the morning because I was drunk and I thought it was my house!AU

#3 I am a door-to-door seller please buy something!AU

#4 I grabbed the wrong luggage at the airport!AU

#5 I know we hate each other, but a wedding would be more convenient for both of us!AU

#6 I accidentally poured you a love potion!AU

#7 I sent you 12 messages but you left me on read!AU

#8 I am your secret admirer and I leave you anonymous cards!AU

#9 Sorry, but I was first in line!AU

#10 We don’t know each other but let's pretend to be together because someone is bothering me!AU

#11 We pack up to do a funny trip but we end up in Bolivia without fuel!AU

#12 Locked in quarantine and we're bored! AU

#13 I do everything to find out the identity of this superhero and you try to mislead me because it’s really you!AU

#14 I got into a taxi just to find out it was already occupied!AU

#15 I called the wrong number!AU

#16 I got into the wrong car OMG I'm ashamed, but while you’re there why don’t you give me a ride!AU

#17 I found a wallet and my business is to find the owner and return it!AU

#18 I am a street artist and you complain that I play in front of your house at night!AU

#19 I caught you watching porn!AU

#20 We're two strangers that start chatting while waiting for the bus!AU

#21 Nosy and sloppy roommates!AU

#22 Old childhood friends who come back after years!AU

#23 I got shot to the arm/leg but you're there to save me and OMG ILY!AU

#24 We’re sitting next to each other on a plane and please don’t throw up on me!AU

#25 We accidentally switched phones!AU

#26 We are both contestants in a reality show and let's pretend to be together because the audience will ship us!AU

#27 I am a wedding planner and my ex’s wedding had to happen to me!AU

#28 I learned sign language to communicate with you!AU

#29 Professional model and novice photographer!AU

#30 Sorry I ran you over!AU

#31 We make out and then I find out that you are my roommate’s boyfriend!AU

#32 I’m quoting aloud the last book of a series and I’m spoiling you!AU

#33 It is a universally acknowledged truth that a bachelor with a large fortune must be looking for a wife!AU

#34 I am a Partisan and you are a fascist!AU(Italy during World War II!AU)

#35 I am the blood of the dragon!AU (Iron Throne!AU)

#36 Your dog is hitting on mine!AU

#37 I’m depressed and I decide to call a hotline!AU

#38 You are my soulmate but I am in love with someone else!AU

#39 Strange encounter at tattoo shop!AU

#40 On my mark, unleash hell!AU(Roman Empire!AU)

#41 I am an Elf, don’t look at me for ears I am ashamed of!AU(The Lord of the Rings!AU)

#42 Maybe my life should be more than just survival!AU(The 100!AU)

#43 I am an activist and I am trying to convert you to the cause!AU

#44 We are occupying the school but you are a spoilsport!AU

#45 All our friends are drunk and we're not!AU

#46 We’ve been together for three months and now you’re telling me you’re a werewolf!AU

#47 X has to go into a rocket to the moon and Y has to train X!

#48 Knight in shining armor and damsel in distress!AU

#49 We reluctantly team up against the zombie apocalypse!AU

#50 I’m a vampire and your smell is driving me nuts!AU(Twilight!AU)

#51 Monsters have attacked the Earth and the only way to save humanity is aboard giant robots piloted by two people who must maintain a mental union!AU(Pacific Rim!AU)

#52 My timer stopped as soon as I saw you!AU(Soulmate!AU)

#53 I need a lawyer and you are the best!AU

#54 I’m a Viking and I plundered your ship!AU

#55 I’m a classic dandy from the Regency Age and you’re just a silly girl from the lower middle class!AU

#56 I’m a policeman and you’re an intrusive journalist and I really shouldn’t give you any information about the new murder!AU

#57 You are a wannabe actress and I am a theatrical director who is losing patience and health!AU

#58 Due to a computer error, X and Y become college roommates!AU

#59 X wants to see the world of Y, how he lives and what he usually does, and ends up spending a night in prison!AU

#60 I attend the yoga course just to watch how flexible the instructor is!AU

#61 I am a bounty hunter and you are my prey!AU

#62 I am a secret spy and pretend to be your friend only to get information about your father!AU

#63 I discuss with you about a thing but you have in mind another!AU

#64 We are forced to be best friends just because our moms were best friends too but you're too bossy for me!AU

#65 We broke up but I never changed emergency contacts and now I’m in the hospital and they called you!AU

#66 I am an angel and you are a demon!AU

#67 I hit you on the balls during a game of paintball and oh my god I am so sorry!AU

#68 We live in a dystopian world where your partner is chosen by society!AU(Matched!AU)

#69 I’m a dragon trainer I’ll prove to you that they are peaceful creatures!AU(Dragon Trainer!AU)

#70 Date at japanese restaurant!AU

#71 You’re a cheerleader and I’m a punk and we live in two different worlds!AU

#72 I was a zombie and I was "re-animated" but you treat me like I’m still a monster!AU(In the Flesh!AU)

#73 I am your son’s teacher and I am calling to talk to you about his conduct, would he also come to dinner with me!AU

#74 I am an Achaean warrior and you Trojan and we are fighting the Trojan War!AU

#75 I met my asshole boss at the bar but I found out he’s pretty cool!AU

#76 It was not my intention to touch your ass, it’s just that the bus is crowded, it’s not my fault ok!AU

#77 I went fishing and accidentally fished a mermaid!AU

#78 I just committed a crime and I need to use you as a hostage!AU

#79 You’re the bastard who always parks in front of my door and in spite I’ll scratch your car!AU

#80 I accidentally went back in time and fell in love with you, too bad you’re a barbarian!AU

#81 I urgently need you to fix my computer but please don’t judge me for my chronology!AU

#82 I work on the cruise ship where you are spending your holidays!AU

#83 I'm out in the rainstorm without an umbrella because the weather forecast was sunny!AU

#84 I hugged the wrong person from behind!AU

#85 Celebrity on the run and ordinary citizen confused!AU

#86 Stuck in a ranch cleaning horse poop but it doesn’t matter because that cowboy is a badass!AU

#87 We got married in Vegas, but we’re total strangers!AU

#88 But, officer, I wasn’t doing anything wrong, I was just smoking a joint, want a hit!AU

#89 X is an astronaut and Y is a weird but funny alien that likes to scream, overreact and laugh!AU

#90 I slept with you for a bet but I loved it and I’d like to keep seeing you!AU

#91 I reveal to some friends that you wear boxers/underwear with green aliens on them but you're behind me and oh gosh total shame!AU

#92 Oops I accidentally entered a busy dressing room!AU

#93 You're a stranger but I keep crossing paths with you and I'm kinda confused right now!AU

#94 X is a medium and Y a ghost!AU

#95 X is a guardian angel and Y wants to die!AU

#96 X accidentally enters in a cat and Y has to rescue it from up a tree!AU

#97 X risks losing the house because Y’s company wants to buy the land!AU

#98 I’m an artist and I need a model do you want to pose for me!AU

#99 I’m not really sick but the new doctor is so beautiful that I found out I have a disease with an unpronounceable name!AU

#100 A strange job application!AU

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If you find them more practical, I also have some photos down here with all the prompts organized:⬇️

That said, enjoy! Hope it brings you joy and makes you happy while you do it!💙💚🧡💛❤💜💖🖤

#100weirdTracys #100weirdAUs #Thunderbirds are go #ThunderChallenge #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Alan Tracy #oc's #muses #fic #drawings #first challenge ever!#enjoy!

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scaryscarecrows · 5 years

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What are your OCs most embarrassing moments?

Kitty: Soooo when we were...twenty-one? I think we were twenty-one, definitely in uni. ANYWAYS. When we were twenty-one, I got this...I dunno, really. Lace and ribbon. So many ribbons. It was cute and I looked good in it! But. Anyways. Ribbons. Ribbons were a mistake. So I put it on, yeah? Takes me a YEAR. But I get it, settle in to wait for Jonathan to get out of class. He gets out of class, comes home, and we’re now very interested in the cheap wine we could afford at the time and this ribbon monstrosity.

WE CAN’T GET THE FUCKING THING OFF.

I don’t know what happened, I don’t know what I DID, but the ribbons will NOT come undone, we’re both more than a little tipsy at this point and I look like some sort of...never mind. That’s not the worst of it. Oh no. The worst of it is that Eddie, he-who-never-knocks, DROPS BY. So there we are, half-naked (well, me, I’m in that thing), well on the way to drunk, and. Yeah. It was awful. AWFUL. That’ll teach me to fall for purple lace and lots of ribbons, hm?

Dove: This was forever ago. Batman didn’t exist yet, okay, it was FOREVER ago. So.

Penguin can’t lift things. Like, at all. He grew up spoiled, first of all, and second of all, that leg of his is half-useless and I have personally witnessed it give out when he picked up a box. Dropped him on the ground. :( So way back when, I used to do a lot of the lifting because I’m not weaker than spilled milk. Whatever. I’d rather lug boxes than...yeah. So there we are, moving into this sketchy duplex because the boss hasn’t reached Peak Crime Lord yet, and me and two men are moving all the stuff. And I was wearing a skirt, because why not? I can lift stuff in a skirt, it’s fine, and my only pants at the time were really expensive and not worth the potential sacrifice.

Not so much. The sketchy duplex had a slick stair; oil spill or something, I don’t know and I don’t care. So I was holding this box and going up and the next thing I knew, I was flying backwards, the weight of the box pulling me back and down, and my damn skirt betrays me and goes up over my shirt, and that’s how I flashed my boss and my coworkers my really cute polka-dot underwear. Kill me.

Antoine: Short and to the point: I had a girl in my room when I was eighteen. You know. Girl. In my room. Naked. With me. Also naked. And, we were, um. Connected. My parents HAD been out of town, but they got back early and that’s the story of how I couldn’t make eye contact with my mother for about a week.

Trent: I was charging at this cluster of people, right? Full-on Trojan War RAAAAAAAAA charge. It was gonna be so cool.

IT WAS NOT SO COOL. I fucking tripped-not even on, like, a fallen enemy, ON MY OWN DAMN FEET-and went rolling towards them, ass-over-skull, like a giant, screaming bowling ball. I hit them, and you’d think that’d be enough to redeem myself, right?

NOPE! I’d rolled down a hill. And, uh, that made me really, really dizzy. So I get up, try to make the world stop spinning, and hurl all over this poor bastard on the ground.

And then I fell down again and bruised my tailbone. It sucked.

Jimmy: Okay, this is actually the boss’s fault, but it was still horrible.

SO. When we were set up in the jungle, I did a lot of my work at night; the air conditioner was good, but the computers were still fragile and they did a little better when it was two degrees cooler or whatever. That’s fine. So there I am, alone, with nothing but my screens and my rubber ducky for company, when this big-ass shadow falls over me. And you gotta realize that animals sometimes got inside. Like, dangerous animals. Eat-computer-nerd animals. Uh. Nerdivores. Or whatever. So I’m just going oh shit oh shit oh shit, and then I spot the baseball bat I use to smash up old motherboards so they can’t be used against us later. And then I go-and okay, I’m not proud but I was panicked-’NOT TODAY, SATAN!’, grab the bat, and swing it at what I think is, like, a jaguar or whatever. And it moves out of the way, and it’s got these AWFUL glowing eyes, and I…

I screamed like a little girl, tried to wheel away, and knocked myself unconscious when I fell out of the chair and smacked my head on the desk.

Mark: Ugh. So I’m sixteen, and I’m at this party, and everyone wants to play spin the bottle/seven minutes in Heaven, right? Whatever. I’m thinking, ‘whatever, we’ll not and just say we did’. I’m still convinced that everybody’s exaggerating how much fun making out is at this point.

Welp. I get this girl-hi, Janet!-and we go, and we stand in the closet for about a minute before she’s suddenly IN MY SPACE, going, ‘aren’t you going to kiss me?’

First of all, no, second of all, SHIT WHAT DO I DO. I’m sixteen, okay, teenage boys are dumb. I was one. I remember. It was awful. Now, what I should have said was, like, I don’t know…’I’m just coming off of a cold’, or SOMETHING. What came out of my mouth was, ‘blimple!’ I don’t know what I was going for, either, shut up. And she looks at me and goes, ‘what?’ and in an attempt to salvage...something...I go, ‘lip pimple. Can’t do it. Sorry.’

Turns out she HAD a lip pimple-makeup and darkness hides all, I guess-and she was not happy with me. Whoops. (She got over it. But STILL.)

Riley: Either that time I choked on rice and my grandma had to do the Heimlich on me and nearly kicked me out of the family after, OR that time that…

Okay. I was a cocky twenty year-old. And really dumb. And I was home on leave, and CONVINCED I was hot shit, and I’d gone to the mall. Got myself a coke. And I’m walking past this group of girls, and they’re giggly, and I’m gonna go over there. Yeahhhh.

Nahhhhh. I wink, and I’m swaggering over, and two things happen. One, I take a drink of my coke and it goes down the wrong pipe. Two, as I’m trying to deal with THAT, I swagger into the fountain. Dates: none. Pride: gone. Boots: wet as shit, but they were rubber ‘cause it was a rainy day. Small favors.

Frank: My wife will confirm this. She was there. She saw it all. She was pregnant at the time. And one weekend, I was mowing the lawn. And it was SWELTERING out there, man, the damn mosquitos were holed up. It was HOT. And my wife comes out. So I take my shirt off, because it’s hot and also hey, pretty lady. And she waves, and I wave back, and then I get this brilliant idea to be, like, Sexy Lawn Boy. So I’m winking at her, and I take an arm off the mower to flex it…

And the fucking mower makes a hard left, chips a rock, smacks into a tree and goes up in smoke.

#asks #ocs #the squad #kitty richardson #Dove Marquis

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multi-fandom-oneshots · 7 years

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Heart Hacked (Tony Stark x OC)

A/N: I have no idea where this came from but I thought it was fluffy and cute and worth posting. It’s a Tony Stark fic but takes place when he’s in Grad School and I’ll just let you read the rest. Let me know what you think!

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I walked into the school library for the third time that week. I knew he would be on duty, he worked from 3-5 every afternoon. Tony Stark, the cute little nerdy graduate student who most would deem too young for me. From what I had heard he was a certified genius, and I believed it as soon as I had met him. When I had first met Tony I genuinely did have a computer virus. Of course, me being a computer science major, could have fixed it myself but I had been feeling particularly lazy that day.

We had enjoyed pleasant conversation, discussing everything from rock music to the Kardashians. I really enjoyed spending time with Tony but I didn’t want to bug him. So I did what any semi-awkward computer nerd would do, bugged my own computer as an excuse to see him.

I sauntered over to the IT desk, diseased laptop in hand. It was getting difficult to program viruses challenging enough to actually puzzle Tony, but I considered it as practice for future uses. Not that I planned on bugging peoples computers but it was nice to know I could, in a hundred different ways.

I walked up to Tony’s desk and cleared my throat, thrusting my computer in his face. Tony rolled his eyes in a joking manner when he looked up from his screen and saw me.

“Ahh Olivia, I’d say what a surprise but honestly I’m not surprised at all. What did you do this time?”

“I don’t really know Tony. I was just browsing the web and something just happened. Blue screen of death an a bunch of other weird stuff.”

“Are you sure you’re a CompSci major?” he asked incredulously as he took the laptop out of my hands.

I took a seat beside him not leaving much space between us, I was getting bold wasn’t I? He was typing a simple code, trying to search for any of the common stuff, trojans and what not. That made me smile, I knew it wouldn’t work. He squinted when he realized the problem wouldn’t be that easy to fix.

“So, whats wrong with it?” I asked in a pseudo confused voice.

“I don’t really know. Honestly how do you get so many viruses? This is like the third time this week you’ve been here.”

“So, you’ve been counting?” I asked, messing with him. It worked. His typing faltered for a second and he was starting to blush.

“No. No I haven’t. Nope.” he replied too hastily to be convincing.

He got back to work. Muttering to himself, typing in another algorithm that I knew would lead him to another dead end. He let out a frustrated sigh when he realized he had been wrong again.

The more I visited Tony, the bolder I had become. This little game was enjoyable but I was beginning to question Tony’s genius status because it didn’t seem like he had realized that this was my weird way of flirting. I chalked up to the fact that he probably hadn’t been given the time of day by college girls since he was kind of a pariah to the underclassman. Being a genius and skipping multiple grades would do that to a person’s social status. Or he could just not be into me, that could be a possibility as well.

I bent over him, resting my chin on his shoulder, to be able to see the screen of course. The close proximity to Tony had nothing to do with it. I saw his eyes flick over to me briefly, the blush on his face deepening slightly.

“So, what exactly were you doing to get this terrible virus?” Tony asked as he typed.

“I was trying to hack this Night Elf Jerk’s BattleNet account and steal all his gold. But it isn’t my fault, he wouldn't stop following me around. ”

Technically that was kind of true. The weird online stalker had been bugging you, and you had been stealing all his gold when you decided it was time to get to work on another virus, to bug you’re favorite IT Guy.

Tony laughed, an amazing sound you had been accustomed to for the past couple weeks. “So the Night Elf bested you huh?”

I sighed, “Yes unfortunately. I hate the Alliance.”

Tony laughed again, the sound warmed my insides. “I agree, the Horde is much better.”

We became silent, Tony because he was engrossed in his coding, and me because I was studying him as he typed. He would always get this adorable crease between his eyebrows when he was concentrating hard. He would mutter to himself as he worked and cursed under his breath when he would hit a dead in. I smiled and sat back watching the man work.

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Tony Stark did not get distracted easily. He prided himself on his intense ability to focus on any task. But there was one thing—rather one person—who could make his brain become a jumble of mush, Olivia Nelson, or Olive as he annoyingly liked to call her.

At first he had thought nothing of it when she had come to see him the first couple of times. He knew viruses were pretty common and that was the only purpose for her visits. But then she began to show up more frequently, computer in hand. He found it odd, that a girl who was supposedly a Computer Science major would have so many computer issues but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He enjoyed spending time with her, however brief that time was.

During their little meetings he had learned many things about her, some she had told him, some he had deduced. From their discussions he had learned that she was a junior, that she didn’t care for reality tv, she was a big nerd; a huge fan of both Star Wars and Star Trek. He had also learned the hard way that she got severely pissed when people tried to compare the two or say one was better than the other.

He would never forget that day where they had been asked to quite down by library staff as she ranted about how ‘Star Wars and Star Trek were completely different, one about exploration, the other about galactic war. And how could anyone ever compare the two?!’. He was crying he was laughing so hard, seeing her glare at him through his watery eyes was only icing on the metaphorical cake.

He also knew some things that she hadn’t told him. That from the state of her worn out converse and recycled wardrobe that she was probably here on scholarship. That she was probably ambidextrous based on the way she would use his mouse with either hand with no difficulty. That she had trouble keeping her hands still, based on how she would chip off her nail polish as he worked, but always had a fresh coat the next day. Most of the time she wore a shade of hot rod red that secretly drove him crazy; he had always loved red but he had begun to love it more because it was permanently painted on her fingers.

The most important thing Tony knew was that he had a huge crush on Olivia. One that would never be reciprocated. No one wanted to date the weird kid genius, and despite how nice she was, he was sure that she would never think of him as more than the friendly IT guy that she chatted with.

Tony sighed and blinked rapidly, trying to clear his thoughts. Thinking about the girl sitting beside him was not going to help him solve this virus problem.

“So Olive,” he smiled as he saw her roll her eyes at his nickname. He loved pushing her buttons. “You ever thought about maybe investing in a virus protection program? They do exist you know.”

He frowned when he saw the sad frown on her face.

“Am I bothering you Tony? I can leave, come back after your shift, get someone else to fix it.”

“What? No. I love seeing you, you’re the highlight of my day.” he said hurriedly, trying to undo the damage he had caused.

She laughed at him. “Wow you are so easy to troll, it’s not even that fun.”

Tony rolled his eyes at her and turned back to the computer in front of him.

“And why would I buy Virus Protection Tony? That’s what you’re for.”

Tony tried not to show her how that statement had made his heart soar. He tried to hide his grin by bending down over the laptop screen.

“So Tony, I don’t think you’re as smart as you think you are.” she said, rolling her chair close enough to his that she could place her feet in his lap. He tried to ignore the fact that there was a new hole in her shoes that hadn’t been there last week. He had been trying to figure out how he could give her a pair of new shoes without offending her when he reregistered what she had just said to him.

“Excuse me? I’m Anthony Edward Stark, and I know everything.” he quipped back, getting that little smirk that he always had when bragging about himself.

“Mhmm sure you do genius boy, but there is one thing you haven’t figured out yet.”

“If you’re talking about the virus Olive, I’m pretty sure I’ve almost figured it out, process of elimination.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about you narcissist.” she replied jokingly. “I’m talking about the fact that I clearly have a thing for you and you’re oblivious to it.”

Tony’s fingers stopped typing as soon as the words left her mouth. She was messing with him again, playing some prank. There was no way an amazing girl like Olivia liked him. No way he’d get that lucky.

Tony guessed that she had seen the look on his face because she removed her feet from his lap and put a hand on his shoulder. But apparently she took it as rejection rather than disbelief.

“If you don’t feel the same then that’s totally okay. We can still be friends if you want. I’d like that. But honestly I’m just getting tired of bugging my own computer just to come see you. I figured it’d just be easier on both of us if i finally told you.”

He swiveled to look at her now, a smile lighting up his face.

“Okay, now you’re smiling at me all crazy and I’m kinda confused on where you stand on this whole ‘me being into you’ thing.” she said puzzled.

“You like me,” Tony teased, “You wanna date me, and make out with me, and cuddle me, and have cute rom-com moments with me.”

Olivia rolled her eyes at him, something she felt like she would be doing quite often. “Oh quit teasing me you ass. Like you don’t like me too. You would have told me to stop coming when you work forever ago if you didn’t like me.” she said smiling.

“Huh, true.” Tony replied as he shut her laptop. “So I think we should move this to a different, more fitting local.”

“What?” she asked.

“This is no longer a ‘Tony fix my computer visit’. Tony concluded. “This is a ‘Tony fix my computer date. And since it’s a date there should be food, maybe some booze.” He said the last sentence with a wink.

“Tony you’re not even 21.”

“Yes, but you’re 26. And what are girlfriends for if to not buy their 20 year old boyfriends booze?”

Olivia laughed at his antics. No one could make her smile like he could. “Yeah Tony not gonna happen, and who said I was your girlfriend, hmm?”

He stood and dragged her with him as he walked towards the library’s exit. “Oh whatever honey, it’s way too late to play that game now. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“God help me.” She said but she gripped Tony’s hand in hers and leaned into him as they walked through campus.

“You’re gonna be the death of me aren't you?” she asked jokingly.

“I totally am. But I promise you, you’re gonna love every minute of it.” he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

She laughed again, a sound Tony would never get tired of hearing. Tony had no idea what was going to happen now, but he knew one thing, he had gotten lucky having a girl like her be into him. And that he was definitely buying her a new pair of shoes.

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An Odd Night At The ThunderRiders' Base (Part 1)

i actually started writing this during like. the middle of september. but then i got lazy and now i'm just splitting it into parts. fuck

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"And I'm sure, that 99% of you people here are a bunch of braindead idiots."

The time is approximately 10 PM. Why are there still people at ThunderRiders' base? Well, Trojan gathered everyone over here for...very weird business.

"What?! Hey! I'm not braindead nor am I an idiot! I'm smart! Trust me." He replied to Destonio's comment, crossing his arms and looking away from him in offense. "Well not my fault you came up with a really shitty idea." Destonio said, glancing away from the other man.

"Hmph, for real though, how DARE you call ME a 'braindead idiot'?!" Fate immediately chimed in, also seemingly offended by Destonio's comment. Lucas pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing in frustration (and stress, probably). "Alright, alright, shut up now. Let's just ask good 'ol Trojan over here why exactly he called us here to summon demons."

"Oh! Because! It's almost October!" Trojan replied happily, a smile making it's way back onto his face. "Trojan, September started two weeks ago. It's the 15th, get a grip." Galactic said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Eh.....yeah, but still! I wanna get into the spirit either way~" Trojan said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well whether I like it or not, this summoning demon thing is interesting. I'd like to try it." Ars spoke up, and what he said definitely made everyone else perk up in surprise. "Huh?! What the hell?! Are you stupid?!" Destonio asked, eyes wide as he looks at the Cantate prince. "Uh....yeah? Why's that so bad? Trying something new doesn't exactly hurt, right...?"

Everyone was silent. On one hand, summoning a demon is...yikes. But on the other hand, it's something new, and some of them aren't afraid to try something new, especially Trojan...

"Hm, alright. I guess we can go with Trojan's idea." Tempo said, turning his head to look at the man in question, who's expression lit up instantly after hearing his statement. "Fuck yeah!"

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"And then, I read up online that you have to sing a song."

On the floor of the ThunderRiders' Base's meeting room, is a pentagram of sorts, drawn onto the floor with chalk or something. Several candles are already around it, and in the middle of the pentagram, is a framed picture of...huh? Harry Styles from One Direction?

"Who even is this bitch in this picture, anyways?" Destonio asked, pointing at the picture in the middle of the pentagram. "...I don't know either, actually. B-but one thing for sure, he is an otherworldly creature! So surely this picture of him might be able to summon Mister—or Miss—Demon!" Trojan explained with a proud tone in his voice. Destonio just sighed.

"Well then, what does the song sound like?" Fate asked curiously, somehow genuinely looking interested in this song that Trojan's supposed to sing for this ritual. "Well! It goes something like this! Ahem, ahem, ahem...."

...

"Ooooohhhhhh!!!!!!!!! MR. DEMON COME SHIT ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!"

And that first lyric immediately alarmed everyone else in the room.

Everyone immediately went wild, commenting on how unhinged this whole deal is, and some even yelling at the other about random shit.

"THERE'S A BUCKET OVER THERE!!!!! SHIT ON IT TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"OHHHHHHHH MR. DEMON COME SHIT ON ME AND THAT FUCKIN' BUCKET OVER THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

*CRASH!*

And suddenly, the lights went out, because for some reason they didn't turned off the lights of the meeting room earlier.

"Huh?! What the?!" Ars' voice could be heard. "Oh, maybe the lights suddenly went out?" Tempo asked, looking around for a flashlight. Though, that's not needed anymore, because after the sound of a finger snap can be heard, multiple orbs of light appeared around the room.

"I knew you guys would need this somewhat." A voice said. "Oh, Hikaru, hi. You came at the right time." Fate greeted, her face more...neutral than beforehand (when she was yelling about the lyrics of the song Trojan sang). Hikaru sighed. "So, what happened here?"

"Trojan decided to be an idiot and tried to summon a demon." Destonio answered, clear irritation present in his voice as he gave Trojan a...rather intimidating enough glare. "I—eh..." That was the only response from him.

"What was that crash sound, though? I thought I heard something like that before the lights went out." Ars asked, looking around. Though, obviously he can't see anything else other than the other people in the room and Hikaru's light orbs. "Maybe it came from outside of this room? It's worth a shot to take a look, am I wrong?" Fate suggested, gesturing towards the room's door...for some reason.

"Good idea. C'mon, let's—"

And then the scene glitches, and then everything went black.