#she’s a part of this organization of sorcerers and witches trained to be like… the Heroes of their country | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

raspberryfanfics · 4 years

Text

Six—NTmonth Day 15

Day 15—Witches and Warlocks

I’m late but you don’t care and neither do I. I burned out during the first week. So here’s another Harry Potter crossover. This can be a standalone but feel free to read part one!

Part 1 on FFn

Six on FFN

—

It's quiet outside. Quiet apart from a few familiar hits of a couple of owls, breaking the cold silence with weary conversation. Yet a figure draws out of the shadow and the hooting halts for a moment, curious of the strangers walking along their path.

The person wears a long tan wool trench, though bulky, does nothing to hide an elegant figure as when she walks, her lean legs, looking taller with the pleats on her grey pants. Her leather loafers look new. Maybe she often cleans them, though it wouldn't come as a surprise if she is good enough not to get them dirty. Her hands are gloved in black. There's a scarf of red and gold wrapped tightly around her neck, the only article of clothing with colour. Her footsteps are nearly soundless but even so, the soft clicks that are made command attention among the owls, her presence powerful.

One owl hands on the black lamppost, talons scraping onto the metal as he silently folds his wings. The woman glances up and examines its shape, brings up the crook of her elbow as if placing it onto a tall counter. The bird lands on her forearm, dipping his head in greeting.

"Ah, it's you, Kaiten. It's been quite a while, hasn't it?" her voice is calm and deep, though the deepness comes from her slow calmness rather than her actual voice. Yet it is effective. Her voice makes her seem more mature than she looks, a soft face with large eyes, colour indistinguishable under the glare of the darkness, and hair tied into two buns at the sides of her head.

Kaiten hoots in greeting. There is nothing tired around his ankle, she notices.

"Are you here alone?" she smiles, "I expected him to be with you, though it could be that you are meeting him here. I am, as well."

Her words almost seem to bring the anticipated footsteps of him, his heavier, but are just as intimidating and as confident as hers. She slowly turns around and focuses on the person she has been expecting, or expecting her.

He's dressed similarly to her. However, his trench is navy rather than tan and it's unbuttoned, revealing a black vest under a white button-up that seems to shine in the dark. While her shoes are pebbled, his are smooth and glossy and reflect every bit of the light. His scarf was of the same material, a thick knit, but the colours were of blue and silver rather than red and gold. Perhaps the most distinguishable difference is his long black hair flowing down to his waist, tied into a very low ponytail with a silver band. His bangs reach his collarbones and they drift in the wind, resembling a ribbon rather than the messiness that hair usually reacts under the breeze. Though her dark eyes were hard to say much about, it is easy to see that his eyes are silver, and they stare into hers.

She stays still, holding his gaze, face without any expression. The woman doesn't allow herself to feel much at the contact. Her chin tilts down in greeting, as he does the same. As he was the one who has requested their meeting, she waits for him to speak first. She is looking for a direct answer to why she is meeting him, now, in the night, in the break they have had from speaking.

Instead, he looks at the owl, who's snowy feathers start to resemble his eyes when one looks closely and quirks the tip of his eyebrow, almost amused.

"It has been long since Kaiten has not tried to terrorize a sorcerer in his path,"

"Perhaps he likes me," she says, untying the sash of her coat and taking out a series of seeds, allowing him to eat from the palm of her hand. "Or perhaps he recalls that I carry food in my pocket. I fed him well."

He nods. "Is Bō—"

"Bō passed a couple of years back. Murdered while carrying classified information." the woman explains, nearly emotionless. However, there is a glance of sympathy in his eyes that she does not miss and confuses her, however, she does not let it show.

"It has been a while, Miss Long,"

She gives a bitter chuckle. "Are we already past the point that we cannot address each other by our first names?"

She purposely leaves out his name, not knowing what to say. She'll allow him to decide whether he wants to continue calling her by her last name or her first. So she waits for him to walk up to her before pacing with him along the cobblestone path, weaving through turns and intersections at a moderate pace. His skin looks warmer under the orange glare of the lamps but she knows of the usual paleness, resembling porcelain rather than sand. Yet her attention focuses more on the lack of accessories on his hand apart from the Hyuga crest on his middle finger and a silver swirl on his pointer.

She hasn't seen that ring before, not on him at least. Perhaps it is another crest. But she has seen it on other people and he isn't the type to engage in trends. What's more important is that there is no ring on his ring finger, which doesn't come as much as a surprise considering that he was on the newest Witch Weekly's Britain's Most Eligible Bachelors. She knows he is still officially single. Just like her.

Of the past six years, she has made four Britain's Most Eligible Bachelorettes on Warlocked Magazine and he has made all. In a strange way, it bothers her that he has remained single all these years while she has had a good handful scattered everywhere and was in a serious one in the years she didn't make the magazine. It nearly feels like he has been faithful to her, but there are far more reasons to disprove his faith.

"I'm sure you have heard of the Akastuki's rising," he starts. She nods. Since the organization started to murder people in every corner of the world, that's all the witches and wizards have been speaking of. Few people do not know of it.

"There is an order looking to defy the ministry and to rebel against them. Tsunade herself is leading it. So far, Naruto, Sakura, and Shikamaru, a few professors, and Hinata are in. There are more, but we're still recruiting. He pauses "We need you, Tenten."

She freezes. Tenten does not respond. The idea sounds like a hopeless school club but appealing nonetheless. Yet there are too many things, things she would not have thought of when they were still young that keep her from really considering.

"I'm not sure you do," she says, but she wishes so in another way that has nothing to do with the order.

"Tenten, you're the youngest witch to ever be appointed Head Auror. They say you've put 200 in Azkaban. You're more powerful than you know."

"You need my title, not my power," she says instead. "Isn't that right, Neji."

He shakes his head. "You're extremely talented—"

"I am. I am Neji, but most of the people you just told me about are better at magic than I am. They were qualified to be Aurors. Many Aurors are better than I am. I only hold the position because the minister or magic needed a drastic change. How well do you think my name and power will work when I am in Azkaban? You don't need me. You've put far more people in Azkaban than I have."

Neji Hyuga is a member of the Wizengamot. He's a part of the jury who decides on the new laws of the wizarding world and also of the results during a trial. Tenten is the head Auror, a position that is usually handed out to people in their forties, the youngest before her in their mid-thirties. Neji, on the other hand, was offered the position at twenty-one, while most Wizengamont members were at least sixty, nearly retired. It was inevitable that he would be the Cheif Warlock very soon.

He speaks of her power highly, as if his position is not much higher than hers. But their power difference was not always so drastic.

In the over four years that they had been dating, they had been going along similar paths. Both went under the three years of Auror training and made it out with high grades, his better than hers of course. He was good at everything, better at everything except for transfigurations. But a scout found him, found his calmness, his level-headedness, his intense demeanour as the perfect candidate for a Wizengamot member, despite being so young. Not to mention that his name happens to be filled with history, probably the purest of the country. Almost disgustingly so.

"We don't need your name. The organization is secret. We need your power, your position. It will be easy for you to know the details of criminals and feed false information to the ministry. You are in charge of recruiting both the trainees and the Aurors. Your intuition is astoundingly good. You can spy without the need of being subtle or cautious. Do you not understand?"

"I understand my power," she says. "But you know just as well that power will not win a war."

Neji nods. Clouds clear, revealing a moon similar in colour to his eyes. Yet the weather remains cold, the streets remain desolate. The area provides an almost nostalgic setting. It could be nostalgic.

She, Neji, and Lee, a former classmate who is now a professional Quidditch player, used to sneak out of their homes, or orphanage in Lee's case, and play. They were teenagers by the time they met, so it was mostly to play wizard's chess and Gobstones in the parks or wander into muggle stores where they'd explain the use of items to Neji.

And the winter where all of them were finally seventeen, they'd duel in the forests, able to use magic. They'd rescue frozen cats and heal injured birds, would feed stray dogs scraps of food they'd steal from the butchers. When they began dating, they came here on dates, showing him hot chocolate, then ice cream. Yet after the massacre happened near the town, a reputation developed for dark things happening and the area deserted.

This place was good for one reason: secrecy. Their history allowed them to use memories as place names and times. Here, it was convenient. It was not for nostalgia. Tenten barely spared second glances to the cafes and ice cream shops they had gone to.

Won't you join anyway?

She said nothing, unsure.

"Tenten, your righteousness surely cannot fail you now."

He was answered by a sharp how of wind and the slicking of their shoes.

"Forgive me that I do not want to participate in an order that will start a war."

"That's awfully hypocritical coming from a witch who makes money off of conflict."

"Do you not also make money off of conflict, Neji Hyuga?"

"I am trying to end the war, Tenten Long."

"How do you not think that it is what I am trying to do as well? I am neither the best nor the most experienced Auror. I am more progressive than half of them combined. Do you know how hard it was to get this promotion? While you diddle daddle in meetings and recruitments, I'm cautiously watching every action of the blood-supremacist Aurors and firing them. I'm slowly imposing more guidelines to control the brutality and the hate crime our own are committing. Less extreme measures. The new recruits have been screened so tightly that any unnecessary accounts of violence or hateful comments do not make it. But everyone is watching me. Those old members of the Wizengamot will use any excuse to get me out of power. They'll throw in a violent head who allows the uses of the unforgivables. I'm trying to end this current war, not stop the upcoming one."

Neji's face hardens. "I cannot see how someone as noble as you are so afraid of joining the order."

Tenten scoffs. "I'm not noble—"

"You know why you made Head Girl in our seventh year but didn't make Prefect?"

She recalls how he was both Prefect and head boy. And she made has wondered. She wasn't the smartest or the kindest or the most anything. Tenten had asked him countless times why he thought she had made head girl but he would never tell her.

"You were good. You brought out the best in everyone. You did what you believed was right and would make sure others would do so. I had heard Professor Yuhi say to Professor Hatake that you were the role model that all Gryffindor should aspire to be.

"She didn't," Tenten can hardly believe he potions professor would say such a thing about her. It seems all too much.

"You know I wouldn't lie about that, Ten."

She can only let her heart ache at the sound of the name he used to call her, but should not have much more meaning. She can only wince and stand her ground. "

It's been six years, Neji." she whispers as her voice drowns among the trembling leaves and rain dripping off roofs.

Tenten has held off on thinking about them since she got his owl. It has been all too much now. Six years ago, they were freshly graduated from the Auror academy. New recruits sent on easier cases. Maybe half a year later, they had gained the trust of many seniors and they were partners, developing strategies, blending together like dance partners.

She still remembers how loving him felt. It was too good, impossible, almost.

They were twenty-one. They had been dating for four years and she thought it was possible that he'd even propose. Even now, she doesn't blame herself for thinking so. He had consistently disappeared more and more. He stuttered to her more. And the chemistry wasn't gone. He couldn't have been cheating. He wouldn't ever.

But one day, he just left.

She woke up and half his stuff was gone, mostly pictures, even of them, his scarf, his favourite robes, and obviously his wand. He didn't show up to work. She was told that he resigned and she was offered to either have a new partner or to work alone. And she chose the latter.

Tenten had sent her owl to deliver countless letters to him, pouring her heart out, begging him to come back home, to work with her again, to tell her why he was gone. But he never wrote back until she found his name in the daily prophet, announcing his new position as the new Wizengamot member. She wrote to his work address and her reply only explained how he got the position rather than why he left her. And it was completely professional, not an ounce of emotion.

She had never followed Witch Weekly magazines until then, hoping for glimpses of the guy who ghosted her and broke her heart. Even now, she still isn't over him, her first love, likely her only. Tenten wonders if he still cars about her the way he did when they were seventeen.

He cast his first Patronus, the spell he could not master because it used one's most powerful memories, after their first kiss over the top of the Ravenclaw Tower, a place she should not have been. He had snuck her there. His Patronus took form as a falcon, resembling his serious and strict demeanour, intimidating and sharp.

She wonders if his Patronus has changed form, as Patronuses sometimes do to resemble one's personality. Hers has. Every time she mumbles those incantations, no matter which memory she uses, a swan spills out from her wand instead of a leopardess. It's a bird, like his. Maybe it's because she will never get over him, will always belong to him in her heart.

"Tenten, you can't possibly be naive enough to believe that this can be solved without war. It's either that or you just don't want to do anything I ask of you. The order is asking, not me."

"So you don't care about whether or not I join. Following someone's orders without a second thought of doing what you'd like to yourself," she spits out bitterly. A flinch reaches across his body. Her words may have reached deeper than she would have thought.

"Of course I agree with their course of action."

"Well, of course, you do. You always just obey rules, never bend or break them. And of course, you're a part of the order and have enough respect that even if your name leaks out, your job is secure. You still have enough money to sustain yourself for another century."

His face hardens and his adam's apple, shadows crossed deeply over his neck, bobs slowly. "I do not follow every rule—"

"One instance, Neji," she says, controlling her voice despite the way she wants to scream at him. Gravel shakes behind her.

"Ravenclaw tower. I shouldn't have snuck you—"

"That's shit, Hyuga. You snuck me into your common room and that's the only rule you've ever broken? You've never done anything. Not to sneak socks and scarves for the house-elves. To let the first-years drenched because they were lost, use the prefect baths. Stealing ingredients from the potions cabinet because some muggle-borns couldn't afford it. But no, the worst you've ever done is put a Gryffindor Head Girl in the secret Ravenclaw tower so you could kiss her into submission for the rest of her life. Tell me, did you leave me without saying goodbye because your uncle told you to or because you didn't love me. I bet it's both."

"Tenten!" he yells. His voice quivers like the leaves, he shakes with the wind.

"Dammit, Neji!" Tenten has her wand out now. She doesn't know why but she feels vulnerable and whenever she feels vulnerable, she has her wand out. "Deny it! I dare you to deny it!"

"I—I cared, but—" he doesn't muster out much after that.

"Yea, I thought so," she swallows, wraps her scarf tighter. There's a spell on it to protect her from the cold but it still feels freezing. Neji won't look at her. He won't deny or admit anything. She can only ask one thing of him. "Cast your Patronus."

The man freezes, his fists form into tight balls. She catches his every movement, analyzes his movements as she does to a suspect. But she can read suspects. She can't read him.

His lips, pale but still red from dryness, press together. Wind pushes by him, almost trying to rip through this trench coat, to unravel his scarf. His eyebrows knit but his face appears to be the only thing that moves. He doesn't reach for his wand.

"Cast it!"

He slowly shakes his head. Neji's voice runs deep. "I cannot."

Tenten bites her lips and trembles, just slightly. "Six years. It's the first time you've reached out to me in six years and still, it's not an apology. I—I just need to see if—if it has changed."

"I haven't been able to cast a Patronus in—six years, Ten," he says. "Not even a wisp."

She can't move. It's like she's petrified. Had he been broken too?

Tenten swirls her wand in a circle and yells. "Expecto Patronum!"

A silver ribbon of light flows from the tip of her wand, it starts to dip into the ground, forming into a puddle until shapes weave together into a swan. It starts to fly, around her, around him, and slowly goes into the forest behind them, exploring. Everything around them is dark, greys, blacks, but her swan is a glow of warm blue light. It makes him look lovelier, the colour of her Patronus now the colour of his eyes, glued onto it.

"Tell me why—" her voice cracks abruptly. "Why for the past six years, I've been casting a bird that represents everlasting faith instead of a leopardess that's supposed to represent fierceness.

His gaze is focused on the figure cast of her happy memories, ones surrounding memories of him and Lee, bittersweet, but also marvellous. "Every memory I had used to cast a Patronus doesn't bring me joy anymore. I cannot feel anything but guilt and regret now."

Even though she wants to say he deserves it, he deserves constant sadness, depression, six years is a long time. It's more than the time they had been dating. And he's been on all six issues of Britain's Most Eligible Bachelors—

"You bastard," she nearly sobs. "Why the bloody hell did you leave me?"

He starts closer to her. "I was wrong. You were right. You were always right. It was my uncle. I was afraid of being disowned and I thought I'd be nothing, that I would have nothing but not having you—god, Tenten, it's so much worse than I would have ever thought."

She grabs his coat collar. She knows he expects her to kiss him but she takes his wand from the pocket of his sleeve, a move they practiced when they were working together. It's usually unexpected. The feel of his wand, elm, unicorn tail, a smooth finish that's much neater than hers, still sits strangely familiar, though the stun she shoots misses barely.

Her next movement consists of taking a black wand from her own sleeve, ebony phoenix feather, and she throws his back into his hands before turning back to their unwelcome visitor. She had sensed him there, behind Neji, finally finding an opportunity to attack.

Curses, dark ones, shoot at her. Tenten reflects them with the flick of her wrist but even then, she can feel how powerful the dark arts are within him. The gravel littered across the ground lifts and she transfigures them into sharp blades fo steel. With a large wand movement, they shoot to him at a rapid speed. This attack continues, the rocks becoming knives, twigs becoming daggers.

A particularly nasty curse comes towards her and she doesn't know how well she can deflect it. She has always been better at attacking than defending.

The glow of capable blue light form around her and it isn't her spell. The shield stops even her movements. It's Neji's charm, one of the biggest and strongest ones she has ever seen. It's his clan's specialty: defence and his cousin perform them so well and she doubts that he will have a single scar after the war from magic.

The force of his shield is so strong that it knocks back the dark wizard. Tenten snaps back into focus. Through the shield, she sends a series of stuns, transfigured objects, and they move close to him, Neji shooting defensive spells as offensive ones. It's a pattern of attacks that Tenten has forgotten. Only her muscles move practised precision, using their enemy's unfamiliar to the environment to her advantage. Neji disarms him and Tenten binds him with Auror ropes.

Her pants of breath are muffled by the howling wind. Yet she can tell that Neji is also out of breath from the wispy puffs of perspiration. She strides up to the man and lifts his hood. She quickly flips back the pages of the blacklist and she recognizes him. He's Kabuto Yakushi. He's a powerful dark wizard, skilled healer, and a killer of countless of her coworkers.

Had neji not been with her, she doubts she would have been able to deflect him alone. As the same for him. Even had it been any other Auror alongside her, she knows that she simply wouldn't be strong enough.

"Well, I have to say, the show you put on was convincing," KAbuto says calmly, his glasses resting at the tip of his nose. "Caught me off guard for a moment. That's pretty rare, but nothing to think otherwise from the Head Auror and a Wizengamot member."

"Yakushi," she says, her voice cool like a snake. A smile quirks at her lips. "We've been looking everywhere for you,"

Neji glances at her. "You know him?"

Tenten nods. "He's one of the most wanted wizards in the blacklist."

"You better bring him in quickly, then," he replies.

Tenten flicks her wand and he goes unconscious, head falling back. She puts him in a sheet of paper, a spell she has invented inspired by extension charms for backpacks. Then she hands the paper to him. He knows how to use them. Neji looks very confused.

"You can interrogate him within the order."

His eyes go wide. "But—"

"I'm in. I'll join. We won't get as much out of him as you will. But you better owl me, Neji. I won't let you chase enemies by yourself. I have six times your experience."

He smiles, then it falters. "Is that how you knew he was there?"

"He followed you. It's just something you tune into being an Auror for so long."

Because even though he'd be better at many things, defence against the dark arts still being one of them, there were some things he just couldn't pick up without practice.

"Was it all just for show?" he asks.

She shakes her head. "The easiest way to lie is to tell the truth. I can't fake a Patronus."

He pulls out something from his pocket. It is the silver ring with the same engraving she had seen others wearing, he included. "The shinobi order ring. It's yours to have."

Tenten stares at it for a couple of seconds. She slides it onto her middle finger, then smiles ina bittersweet thought. He notices her smile, he always notices the little things.

"What is it?"

"Before we broke up, I—" she pauses in consideration of telling him. Tenten stares into his silver eyes, curious. The wind makes his hair drift like a silk curtain, he looks like a painting. She decides to let the confession go. It's been a while. He should know. "I thought you had avoided me those years back because you were going to propose.

Neji is silent. She can see a hint of his blush even with such minimal lighting and to know that his face is red makes her smile, despite the anxiety in revealing her hopes to marry him.

"I would have, had we had more time, had Hiashi—I'm—"

She interrupts his stammering, however adorable it may be. "It's ok. I just hoped."

Tenten kisses him on the cheek slowly. His face is warm, her lips are cold, but she only allows herself a brief moment of lingering before turning away.

The end of the alley is still cloaked in dark shadows but she feels that it looks just a bit lighter. It is, maybe it is getting brighter. She sees a wisp of white, more ribbony in texture and flowy, yet stronger in opacity compared to her Patronus. Tenten holds her breath as the animal slowly comes up behind her—it's also a swan.

Tenten feels its proximity. The swan provides her with warmth, curiosity, intrigue. These feelings are not the feelings she is used to his Patronus feeling like. Usually, they are simply of content and tranquillity, sometimes even an exhilaration that makes her stomach tumble and makes electricity flow through her body. It's cast with a different memory, though cannot imagine which one.

"The first time we met. On the train. You bought me a chocolate frog even though you only had enough money for one. The person on the card was Tsunade, you told me she was your hero." he explains. "It's the only memory of you I don't feel guilty about. I'd like to try again. I—I would marry you any day. I would wait forever."

He pulls off the Hyuga Crest from his finger, presses it into her hand. It's heavier than anything she's ever held.

"I will," her voice comes out as a whisper. It feels too soon, but she has been ready to marry him since she was 17. "But me wearing this crest will really piss off your uncle.

"That's the intention,"

Perhaps even in the six years they had been apart, the two had been completely committed to each other already.

#nejitenmonth2020 #nejiten fanfiction #nejiten au #nejiten #neji #tenten #raspberryfanfics #raspntmonth20

11 notes · View notes

asablehart · 4 years

Photo

When I opened the door to Monteparsse's cell, it collided with something hard and stopped about an inch of the way through.

"If you're here to save my soul, you're too late."

I paused. The words were so quiet, so low, I wondered if I had heard anything other than a shuddering wind. I leaned against the door.

"Are you already damned?"

"Already saved. " Monteparsse's voice slithered through the cracked door frame.

The Third Son - WIP re-intro Low fantasy / Gothic romance

[ Hey guys, the last time I intro’d TTS was before I went on an unannounced hiatus and lost my tag list somehow. Hope you don’t mind seeing all of this for the thousandth time ]

Two years ago, Roslind left the city for the rural Greystone Abbey on a special invitation from an elder priest: in exchange for practicing as a doctor, he would be trained to control his magics as a Vanaian priest. That is until a half-dead demon-blooded man collapses at the abbey’s front door, pleading asylum...

The Third Son is a novel told in a collection of first person recollections and framed by a third person narrative. A journalist is looking for answers: what really happened to the infamous Malory Monteparsse two years ago? She solicits Roslind McMillan, Malory’s ex-lover, to learn the true story. As Roslind, and other figures from his past, recall these events they also must deal with their grief and their new loves in the present.

⠀ ⠀ ⁠— the characters

Roslind McMillan - the doctor, the gardener, the (false) priest

Malory Monteparsse - the preacher, the father, and the exorcist

Sacha Monteparsse - the daughter, the huntress, the swordsman

Eliramos Reim - the professor, the theologian, the atheist

⠀ ⠀ ⁠— the setting The continent of The Third Son contains three countries: Friscia, Decounce, and Lussany. The present day narrative takes place in the capital city of Friscia, Gainesmoore, a city on the verge of a technical revolution.

Most of the first person narrative takes place in the rural plains between Friscia and Decounce, a feral wilderness contested by both countries. Within this wilderness resides Greystone Abbey, an old fort still haunted by its violent past, and the Witchhouse, an abandoned manor that harbors an arcane secret.

⠀ ⠀ ⁠— the magic The world of The Third Son exists at the overlap of all known planes.

All humans have souls made of equal parts of energy from each plane, but some humans have a little more energy from one plane compared to the others. These are the attuned, and their attunement refers to how their planar energy manifests in the material world.

The art of spellwork is all but lost in Friscia ever since the Saints’ Wars a century ago wiped out many attuned under the guide of witch hunts and demon hunts, taking their knowledge with them. This knowledge is exclusive to those old enough to remember the wars or the reclusive sorcerers at the Academy in Lussany.

⠀ ⠀ ⁠— thematic arcs Is your morality determined by the fundamentalist organization that controls your religion? To what lengths must one go to protect their family? In what ways and in what bodies do faiths, smothered by imperialists regimes, still live?

⠀ ⠀ ⁠— status Right now, we’re on the second draft. The first draft was 120k words long and told mostly in third person. This rewrite is at 75k words and will hopefully be slightly shorter than draft one.

⠀ ⠀ ⁠— Why should I read The Third Son? Do you like any of the following: ghost stories, dark fantasy with Gothic aesthetics, medical gore, m/m and f/f couples, romantic fucking, criticisms of religion, or accurately portrayed nonsexual BDSM? If so, you’re in the right place.

Want to read? The Third Son is available on Wattpad!

Want to be on the tag list? Message me, send me an ask, or reblog with a caption to let me know!

#writeblr #dark fantasy #lgbt romance #own voices #wip intro #my writing #tts

21 notes · View notes

foxofsunholt · 5 years

Note

Is there any magic School or academy? Super famous magic families? Once you mentioned that it's by blood so the older it goes the strongest, does that mean that some families look for arranged marriages to strength their bloodlines? Really curious about how society in general sees people that can do magic too.

Generally, all magic-users learn at a Council school. The Council being the organization that governs magic for The Domain (the continent where FOS takes place). Sometimes they're dressed up; this is the High Magic Academy of Libris! You should come learn here! Wow! But magic-users are forced to go to these magic boarding schools essentially, they don't get a say. Typically there's just one to three of these "academies" per kingdom, nobility might go to one, the lower-class to another, and the particularly gifted to a special one.

NOW magic families are long lasting! So the more prominent ones send their children to the High Magic Academy, which is THE place to be (really any school in the kingdom of Libris is better). There are famous magic families, those familiar with the Council can recognize them by name. Arranged marriage are par for the course with magic-users, it's considered absolutely deplorable not to marry someone else with magic if you're a user yourself. Though, all magic-users are sought after marriage candidates, even to those without magic, so they can enhance the bloodline and maybe give birth to magic-users who would then elevate the status of the family. Which brings me to your other point! Magic-users* tend to be of higher status, the stronger the magic, the more likely they are to be elevated to full nobility! In some cases, strong magic users are candidates to marry into the royal family of that kingdom (that's 100% why Adelaide's father and mother married, her mother being a gifted sorceress).

The way magic is viewed varies between kingdoms, but generally it's considered a special talent and looked upon favorably—there's a reason most nobles tend to be magic-users. Some families might be more extreme than others, choosing their heirs based on who as the most magical prowess, disowning those that have none at all.

Camille comes from a famous line of sorcerers, or rather, INFAMOUS. Which is a little bit of why her family's status was never elevated, and never will be ;) Sunholt is also the only kingdom to have one designated magic school, which is only loosely associated with the Council (which means that you can actually LEAVE it, though it is still mostly mandatory for magic-users, unless a parent or guardian vouches to teach them). Camille studied there for a time, but she was taught by her family for the most part.

*Witches & Pits, despite being magic-users, are widely considered unimportant and a burden. Witches being untrained magic-users, who have passed their window for any sort of teaching (ex. Faith). Pits being extremely weak magic-users, who aren't even worth training (ex. Adelaide; though a lot of Noble families, even the stronger ones, give birth to pits).

#lore #asks

39 notes · View notes

vesperlionheart · 6 years

Text

Let's Meet At the Witches' Gathering - SasoSaku

Sasori watched in muted fascination as the puppets pulled on the chains connected to the woman’s wrists. It was so unusual to see his grandmother’s puppets employed in such a way. Chiyo was an older woman and not nearly as fit as she once was, but it looks like she went out hunting.

“It’s the last time, hopefully.”

Sasori turned to see the wrinkles around his grandmother’s mouth tug in a familiar grin. Her eyes were hidden in shadow, but he could tell where they landed. She was watching the woman the puppets brought in just like he was.

“Last time what?” he asked, playing dumb.

“Don’t act cute, it’s unnecessary,” Chiyo snapped. “You know what I’m talking about. This was the last time I’ll have to use my puppets.”

Sasori nodded slowly, and then stilled. “Why?”

Chiyo did her best to bend only enough so she was level with his eyes. She touched his shoulder and pointed the her puppets. “That woman there, the one in chains, she’ll take my place and protect this home.”

In his heart something rubbed the wrong way. His parents were supposed to protect his house. Mom and dad were supposed to come home to keep them all safe. Chiyo could do it when they were busy, but they didn’t need an outsider. They told him his parents weren’t coming back but he wasn’t sure what they meant by that. Mom and dad would always come back for him. Anyone else was unnecessary.

“I don’t like her.”

Chiyo cackled. “She probably doesn’t like you much either, brat. You think those chains are for decoration. I fought tooth and nail to get her under like that. I needed help in the end, but that’s not important. Her magic is blocked and she’s as good as can be like that.”

The puppets stopped outside the door that lead down to the basement cellars. Some were stocked with food, others were barred in with metal to keep livestock penned. If she was in chains that was probably where they would take her.

The puppets had to pause at the door while one of them undid the locks and lifted the latches. In that pause, she flexed her wrists and turned sharply, glaring over her shoulder up to the higher levels where Chiyo watched on with Sasori. Her eyes flared with magic that made them bright enough to see the color of, even from so far away. Her eyes were emerald fires that hated him to his core, he could tell.

The puppet tugged on her chains and she turned, snarling. Sasori watched as she dug her heels into the ground and pulled back with all her might, stripped of all her magic and as feeble as any other human. She was valiant in her efforts, thrashing and kicking when another puppet picked her up off her feet. She bit at what she could and tried her damnedest to get away. They tugged her down and he watched as she caught the edge of the doorway, nails digging into the doorframe. She held fast and it made Chiyo annoyed enough to flick her wrist and give the puppets a new command. It kicked her in the face and Sasori watched as she tumbled down the stairs to the cellar.

“I don’t think she wants to be here.”

Chiyo laughed at his simple words, reaching out to ruffle his short red hair. “You think so? What gave it away, the kicking or the screaming?”

“Why did you take her? She’s not going to help us.”

“She will if she wants those shackles off. Plus, she was too useful to ignore. Her talents were going to waste. I told you of the hidden villages, didn’t I? She was from one of the fallen ones.”

Sasori paused, recalling the stories his mother would tell him before bed, only to be interrupted by Chiyo inserting all the dramatic and tragic details. The hidden villages were where wizards, witches, sorcerers and magic kin of all sorts trained and worked until the purge. Government officials didn’t trust organized armies that they couldn’t understand, so all the witches were burned.

The last hidden village fell almost a hundred years ago, (eighty nine years actually,) but Leaf was one of the first to go under.

“How can that be? She doesn’t look that old!” he exclaimed. She had the smooth face of a woman just leaving her teenage years behind.

“I told you, she’s a witch. How old so you think I am, brat?”

Sasori’s excitement paused to answer in the most dull monotone possible. “Older than dirt.”

Chiyo cried out and slapped the side of Sasori’s head. “Petty brat. See if I ever do anything nice for you after this. Just for that I’m not introducing you to her for another eight days.”

“Why would I want to be introduced to someone like her? She hates us and I don’t care about someone like that.”

“Don’t lie, you’re interested in learning about her immortality, aren’t you?”

“Th-that’s it though!”

He flushed, knowing that he had been found out. His grandmother already knew about his fascination with things that couldn’t decay, like her puppets. Chiyo herself was over two hundred and forty years old, but the coven she had been born into weren’t known for their unending youth or long lifespans. Those from the land of whirlpools and leaves were more long lived than others.

“Keep to your studies and learn your manners. She’s not going anywhere anytime soon. A week or two in the dark and she’ll be in a better mood to discuss terms for cooperation.”

“Can’t you just make her do your stuff for you?”

Chiyo stepped away from the railing and Sasori moved as well to follow her back inside, out of the noon day sun. “I could compel her to move like my puppets, but not even I with all my powers can bend the will of another. That’s something saved for lesser witches, but we need not rely on their magic of the mind. No, if she has the right incentive she will put even my abilities to shame.”

“I don’t think you’re going to get her to do what you say.”

Chiyo laughed. “We’ll see.”

Sasori hated a lot of things, but few things he despised as well as waiting. He didn’t wait Chiyo’s eight days, but snuck down on his own after the first four, knowing it would be the easiest day to slip away on account of all his absent tutors. Few and fewer were trekking out to their estate in light of the marauders from the black waste.

The puppets were gone, but the bolts on the doors were still there. He undid then enough to get through, and left each door partially ajar behind him. The first few rooms were filled with foods and salted meats to last them through the winter. Chiyo’s dried herbs hung from the ceiling, far out of reach.

Deeper in, and to the right curve in the cellar’s floorpan, metal bars began to show up. Sasori passed three different pens for livestock before he reached the forth one. Unlike the other three, this one wasn’t empty.

Chiyo had called her Sakura, and he guessed that had something to do with her hair, and the story about her coming from the village hidden in the leaves. She looked like a cherry blossom tree out of season, limp across the thin stray, one arm draped over her eyes while the other hung in the air, held taunt by the shackle that connected her to the wall.

She didn’t stir when Sasori approached, and he wondered if that was because she didn’t hear him. He hadn’t been trying to be extra sneaky for her, only when he snuck in the first time.

He waited maybe a whole minute more, but when she didn’t move he grew annoyed. There was a stray stick on the floor across from the cells that he picked up to hit the bars with.

“Hey you, wake up!” he called. “She said you name was Sakura, so get up.”

Her arm slid up off her eyes, but the look she spared him was just as bored. “Why?” she rasped, voice dry and cracking.

“Because…because I’m here! Don’t you know why you were brought here? You’re going to protect the manor and the little lord, that’s me!”

Sakura eyed him up from toes to crown and then let her arm drop back over her eyes. “Unlikely. There’s no way someone as smart as Chiyo the Sand Witch would make so bad a mistake. Go away and leave me to sleep, boy.”

Sasori colored at her tone and clear dismissal. He didn’t care what she thought of him, but he was upset she had such poor taste. He was well born and an important person to the desert valley. His family owed the aquifers that made survival possible in the barren wasteland. People he didn’t even know respected him more than she did.

“My name is Sasori, you should remember it.”

“Not necessary. I’m not planning on staying here that long.” She shook the arm still chained to the wall. “She knows that too. I might have been outsmarted once, but her magic is still weaker than mine. Eventually I’ll be free. She can worry about what I’ll do to her then.”

“You sound like a wash-up.”

She was still for a while before opening her eyes again. They weren’t bright with magic like they had been the day she was dragged in, but Sasori could tell they were still free, even in the darkness.

“What’s a wash-up?”

“A has-been. Someone who’s no good anymore. You sound like a lazy, bloated old windbag that blows on an on about how great they are.” He waved his hand dismissively at her. “My grandmother is far stronger than you know.”

“Sure, doesn’t change the fact her magic is non combative.” Sakura settled back down into the hay, resting her arm over her eyes. “I give it another four days. No use remembering your name.”

“It’s Sasori.”

“See, I’ve already forgotten it.”

“You’re terrible, I can’t believe she thought you would be worth anything. I could probably protect this estate better than you.”

She snorted into her arm. “That’s very likely, seeing as how I wouldn’t lift a finger to help.”

“Once my parents come back we’re going to throw you out.”

“Great, thanks for that. Wake me up when that happens.”

Sasori wouldn’t admit it, but he felt a small part of his heart where his dreams were kept pinch and blacken. He had dreamed so often of the tales of heroes from fallen covens like the one hidden in the leaves. The stories of the hidden villages had enthralled him from cradle to knee. The woman in the hay wasn’t supposed to be so lackluster. Chiyo must of made a mistake. There’s no way the woman was from such an amazing place.

“Were all the other witches from the Hidden Leaf so pathetic? It would explain so much if this is all they amounted to.”

Sakura didn’t stir but Sasori felt like lashing out even more.

“It was a stupid place filled with stupid people, jut like you! I’m glad it’s not-”

The chain links were still clattering to the floor, some in broken bits, as her hand reached through the bars and yanked him up. Sasori smelled her flesh burning as Chiyo’s seals held fast. Her flesh was melting off in globs, but her strength didn’t waver.

He was eye level with her now as she held him up off his feet. “You don’t know anything, brat.”

Her hand was around his throat and with all the strength she had to break chains his scrawny neck was barely a challenge. He thought she would. She had the eyes for it, blazing with green fire and crackling with gold lighting.

But she dropped him and he landed on his feet, falling backwards when his legs gave out under him. His whole body was shaking in a way he couldn’t control.

Sakura pulled her hand back through the bar, bleeding and burned as it was from finger to wrist. She eyed it critically, not even flinching at the blood and gore of it. Her unmarked hand came up, glowing with green light and she used that light the teach her body the way of mending. Sasori watched transfixed as she reversed the damage, pulling blood veins back into place, sewing stitches of skin back together until they covered all the bones in her hand.

A minute later her hand was as good as new and she looked none the worse for it. Sasori knew other wizards could get winded from the simplest cantrips, but she wasn’t a wizard and she didn’t even seem phased.

He tried to make words, but they felt limp off his lips, ruined by the fear his body still suffered. “Y-y-ou-you…”

“Go, boy. I’m tired of hearing you antagonize me.”

She turned away from him and stood in the place above the hay, watching the far wall with a dead look in her eye. It was like she had turned herself off to the rest of the world and retreated into some far place in the far reaches of her mind. Her hands were fine and the shackles were a mess on the stone floor, but she still looked dead-faced.

“Sasori!” It was the only thing he could manage to say. “My-my name is-is Sasori!”

Then he ran out of the cellar as fast as he could.

Before the eight day when she was supposed to make her escape and when he was supposed to be allowed to see her for the first time, the south wall crumbled under the heavy body of a Goliath scorpion. It was the easiest way for the desert marauders to get in.

Chiyo had the servants run to the far places while her puppets surged to meet the attack, but with her ten skilled puppets, she could only manage the humans who trickled through. The giant scorpion was still roaming free.

Where were his parents? The could take care of the marauders and the giant scorpion together!

He climbed up high, looking down at the chaos below. Chiyo’s gardens were on the lowest floors, but her lab where experiments and poisons were concocted where all done in the tower where he hid himself.

The scorpion was right below him and it was turning, reaching for the base of the tower’s foundations. Twisting upwards it began to climb and Sasori scrambled for the miles and containers, looking for something that might help. He remembered which ones burned and ran back to the window’s ledge.

It was halfway up when he dropped the syrup that caught fire when his match landed in it. The scorpion slipped, but as the fire spread over its body it continued to climb, making up the ground it lost in stride.

“They’re impervious to fire, even mine, kid.”

Sasori jumped at the sound just over his shoulder. She stood there, leaning against the window with a bored look on her face. She was still as much a mess as he remembered her, and she smelled like desert and sweat.

He wanted to ask how she got out, but didn’t bother. If she could break her own shackles after four days she could probably break those bars after another four.

She turned and looked down at him instead of the monster creature. “Where are your parents? You said they would be here to protect you.”

Her tone wasn’t mocking, but bored. It made his face pinch as he thought the answer, but refused to speak it. He didn’t tell her about the bodies Chiyo brought back, or the two new puppets she made out of them. He didn’t tell her about the limits of life and death he hated. He just cried.

Parts of the tower crumbled and shook but she knelt down next to him, as calm as before, and watched him sob. A shadow stretched over the window as the scorpion’s body swelled beyond the frame’s limits, passing them over.

He trembled, scampering away as the body moved back enough to make room for the tip of a giant pincer. Sakura didn’t move as the pincer was too wide to reach her. The frame strained and wood shattered in parts, but the stone held, bound with magic as well as mortar.

“You can’t deal with these guys using fire. It’s pretty, but not nearly as effective,” Sakura said, finally standing. She sighed and turned her face to the window where the scorpion struggled. “Just watch kid, I’ll show you what my village was known for.”

He didn’t have time to ask what as green magic bloomed from a mark on her forehead and her whole body shifted as black lines leaked from the seal on her forehead down her arms and legs. The looked like thick black lines, but Sasori could see the layers of incantations upon layers of incantations overlapping from years of spell work. Her magic changed and shifted her body into something else.

Sasori stood to back away as Sakura approached the pincer and grabbed the tip. With a shove she sent it flying out the window, and he could see how the rest of the scorpion body almost followed its momentum as it slid down the tower. Sakura jogged to the edge and then fell, folding one foot behind the ankle and folding over. She tumbled right into the body with her fist raise and the thunder from her impact sent shockwaves for what felt like miles.

Sasori was knocked off his feet as the scorpion was shattered into pieces she fell through. When she landed the marks on her body were thicker and growing. Even from so far away he could see how magic leaked through her eyes like the stray tongues of fire.

Parts of her body burned with crackling gold magic as she raised a hand and burned alive a pair of marauders who weren’t wise enough to flee when they saw her handwork with the scorpion.

Transfixed, he watched from his tower as she channeled two veins of separate magic with perfect balance, defying limits he had always believed in. Her hair was a rose colored flame around her face as more and more of the enemies fell under her feet.

His throat felt dry.

Sakura used her spells to chase down the last of the would be invaders, sparing them little mercy when they begged for their life.

Eventually, she found Chiyo in one of the many useless parlor rooms inside the main building. She was nursing a bruise on her forehead and sipping something that smelled like chamomile but likely wasn’t anything nearly so innocent.

“You’re getting old,” Sakura huffed, reaching out to heal the bruise.

“I’m still your elder, little girl. Show some respect.”

Sakura pulled her hand back and then reached for a footstool to perch on, ignoring the other enormous armchair. “What happened to the boy’s parents? The lord and lady of this house are dead, aren’t they?”

“Both, yes. You don’t deserve the details.”

Sakura’s lip curled but she didn’t bite back in the sarcastic tone she had perfected from years alone. All her friends and family were long gone, and she was left behind with their memories and the secret to a cursed kind of immortality. If she had known her regenerative spells would take over like the weeds they were she might have elected to die out with the rest of her peers. It would be easier than living alone for over half a century while the last child died in his bed, wrinkled and gray. She wasn’t used to being kind like she once was. It wasn’t in her nature to be soft anymore.

“I’m not fond of children.”

“Liar,” Chiyo barked. “They adore you.”

“Not the same thing, and also not true. I left yours unsupervised in a tower, what does that say about me, huh? I can hang around for a handful of years until you figure something else out, but I’m not committing my life to anything. Your grandson might turn out to be someone formidable one day. Until then…I guess I could stay.”

“It’s really too much trouble to travel from this point,” Chiyo admitted. “Nothing but desert for daaaaaaays. You’d be bored out of your mind before you reached the nearest town.”

Sakura groaned at the woman’s sing song voice. “No wonder you’re constantly invaded. What else is there to do?”

“It’s necessary for my experiments. I need a radius of safety.”

Sakura waved her hand and gold magic sparkled, enchanting a nearby teapot to pour for herself a cup of black tea. A stick of cinnamon stirred itself into the mix along with the spices and milk before cup and saucer floated to where she sat.

“I’ll need my own space, and not just a single room, I mean space for my own experiments. Give me a corner of your gardens to use on my own,” Sakura said.

“A corner, no more.”

“And access to your own experiments.”

“Never!”

Sakura chuckled, taking a sip. She wrinked her nose at the dull temperature before gold magic made the tea steam once more. “That sounds like a ‘yes, as long as I don’t catch you’ to me. I’ll take it.”

Chiyo cackled. “Insufferable girl.”

“At least I didn’t scheme for all your protective wards to fall apart at the exact time a giant scorpion and seventeen wash up bandits from the desert found your fortress in the middle of nowhere.” Sakura shot the older woman a look of bored disbelief over her tea. “Classy, Chiyo, very classy of you.”

“I don’t take half measures to get what I want.”

“No, you don’t, do you.” Sakura looked over to the doorway where a miniature shadow still clung to the doorframe. “It’ll be interesting to see how much of that gets passed down.”

#SasoSaku #Sasori #Sakura #I'm weak for this ship #and I found this tag on twitter from earlier this year #魔女集会で会いましょう #it's super cute #Let's Meet At the Witches' Gathering #basically the theme is girl witch finds child/baby/monster and raises it #after years said child/baby/monster is her companion #like I said #Super cute #worth looking into #October is the perfect month #Sakura and Sasori were my OTP for this theme #I love them like this #my writing

270 notes · View notes

tortoisesforhire · 5 years

Text

Ali Redoes the Marvel Universe

So instead of sleeping I decided to map out the MCU the right way my way.

So starting with Ironman I wouldn’t change too much except instead of him hooking up with Christine Everhart in the beginning it’s a dude, maybe the dudes a dick, maybe not, it doesn’t really matter. But it is a dude and no one is surprised.

The Hulk is completely redone with Ruffalo, the Abomination is still the villain but Betty plays a bigger part and Jennifer Walters is in it, at the end there’s a part where Jennifer may or may not become She-Hulk (she definitely does ilhsm)

Ironman 2 is still the same, I have no real complaints about that, Pepper has a bigger part to play, their romance is more fleshed out, more Rhodey bro moments. It’s also made more apparent that Tony was severely abused as a child. #HowardStarkWasaBadDad

Thor is more or less the same BUT there’s a part, somewhere, where they talk about Sigyn, Loki’s wife who died and he blames Thor which gives him actual motivation to hate his brother other than being annoyed about constantly picking up his messes. Loki is more fleshed out/tragic and the audience understands why he does what he does more. And Thor and Jane don’t have a weird/creepy romance, and Sif is played by someone better/buffer and she and Thor are married.

Captain America is, again, more or less the same only with more emphasis on his age and the fact that he never completed basic training and he’s basically just lucking his way through this war. We really feel for him when he wakes up in the future, but we’re not under the illusion that he has any idea what he’s doing. Also he and Bucky are a couple, Peggy is very supportive.

The Avengers happens, only Thor makes it very clear from the get go that Loki is clearly not himself and is acting under the influence of Someone (Thanos). Hulk snaps him out of it in the end and Loki is revealed to be Very Ill, he gives them invaluable intel on Thanos.

Ironman 3, again, more or less the same. Still heavy Pepeprony, only difference is the rest of the Avengers Exist and are Present, even if it’s only in the background as they worry about their buddy. Maybe a comment about how they’re working on helping repair New York. Ending scene where Harley meets the team, cause reasons.

Thor 2 is pretty vastly different, mostly in that Thor and Jane are not a couple, Sif is a bigger part of the story, Loki’s helping out being a snarky bastard and he and Thor make progress on their issues. Odin is more complicit in the elves and Thor comes to recognize this as A Problem.

Captain America TWS is mostly the same only Tony is involved, even if just peripherally he’s Involved. Sharon is a badass and she and Steve don’t flirt with each other, Steve opens up to Nat about Bucky. Sam is still awesome, SHIELD still falls, Nat collabs with Tony to pick up the pieces. Tony helps Steve find Bucky.

Guardians is entirely the same, that movie is perfect, I love it so much. Maybe just add a Moondragon reference that’s all I ask.

Avengers 2 it’s clearly established that the Avengers live at the Tower, even Thor who’s on the outs with his dad, Tony is highly appreciated and valued by the team as it’s senior member, Steve is acknowledged to be the Least Qualified to Lead ANYONE thank you. Ultron happens, yes they’re upset, but less cruel about it. Wanda and Pietro did NOT join a nazi organization willingly THEY ARE FUCKING JEWISH fuck, maybe Hydra has them under mind control idk but it’s not willing. Pietro survives because he is FASTER THAN BULLETS FOR FUCKS SAKE, Wanda goes into magic training/therapy on Asgard with Frigga and Loki. There’s an end scene where Wanda notices something cosmicy that means Sigyn is alive THANK YOU.

Hulk 2 Because Ruffalo deserves more, this is mostly about Jennifer and Betty and Bruce being an adorable ruffled disaster boi. Jennifer becomes She-Hulk, Betty leaves Doc for Bruce. They’re very cute.

Antman literally exactly the same, nothing to change, it’s a wonderful movie.

Captain America Civil War garbage, just throw it away. Tony found Bucky at the end of the last movie, he’s in rehab. INSTEAD

Black Widow The Movie the accords happen, we meet spiderman and black panther somehow, Nat’s past with Zemo is revealed BECAUSE ITS WAY MORE SIGNIFICANT THAN STEVE FUCK Clint and her have lots of Friendship Moments, Steve can’t help because he’s locked himself in a room with Bucky, none of us really wants to know what they’re doing. Natasha is revealed to be a Bisexual Icon (tm), the movie ends with a Sigyn reveal and a Big Clue about Thanos. Thank you Nat, everyone claps.

Doctor Strange exactly the same, minus his romance with Christine, add a little more of the Tragic Backstory and Dead Sister, end with a reference to Clea his beautiful and deadly future wife.

Guardians 2 completely different, the Ego thing was weird af, Peter’s dad is J’son of Spartoi, he wants Peter to succeed him as Emperor, Peter has mixed feelings about this, his half sister tries to kill him, ensue hilarious battle. Drax gives some more clues to his Weird Backstory (it’s so weird I love it) Adam Warlock appears in the end. He and Peter don’t get along. Lots of dad!Yondu moments, he doesn’t die, we all love him lots.

Spiderman more or less exactly the same, I love that movie. peripherally we learn that Vision and Wanda are hanging out more, Loki took Sigyn to Asgard, we’re all Very Curious, Peter is adorable.

Thor 3 completely different, not that I didn’t love Ragnarok, but it really didn’t fit in the timeline. Honestly. We learn that Odin banished Loki’s children and lied about killing them, Angrboda returns, there’s a very dramatic Family Fight. Thor helps overthrow his dad, Loki gets his kids and his second wife back. They begin planning for Thanos. Also we can maybe introduce Valkyrie and Aldriff. Cause they’re really cool.

Black Panther T’Challa becomes king, idk how his dad died but it happened during the Black Widow movie, the same thing happens with Killmonger and stuff. Shuri has a Tony Stark Fangirl moment (because fuck you she’s not smarter just cause she has better materials, if Tony had magic rocks he’d make cooler stuff too. He had scraps and he made a fucking super suit)

Avengers Infinity War They’re way better prepared, Tony and Bruce ousted Ross who’s now in jail, the Accords are working very well. Thanos still delivers a devastating attack, Tony, Strange, Peter and the Guardians still end up in space. Through the efforts of Loki and Sigyn Thanos is defeated at the last second. Sigyn reveals that he was only acting on behalf of Death herself.

Antman and The Wasp basically the same minus the dust thing at the end. That doesn’t happen.

Captain Marvel exactly the same, don’t touch a damn thing that thing is a damn masterpiece. Okay I lied, Carol and Maria makeout for like a minute in the middle, it’s very touching.

Avengers Endgame Moondragon shows up, she and Drax have a Hilarious conversation, her girlfriend is awesome. Weird cosmic weirdness happens, Deadpool reference, lots of Tony and Peter moments, Pepper reveals that she’s pregnant, big end battle with Death, Ride of the Valkyries in the end as Brunnhilde and Aldriff ride in leading the armies of the Nine Realms against Death Herself, played by Cate Blanchett. (because Hel is Loki’s daughter damnit, she’s creepy but not evil)

We end on Tony and Peppers wedding, Steve and Bucky are holding hands, Peter is crying, Quill keeps giving Gamora Looks, Mantis and Nebula have A Moment, Cassie meets Harley and they have a snark off, Scott is very proud. Phil shows up as a surprise, Clint cries, Natasha punches him and Tony has to sit down for a moment. Bucky catches the bouquet.

The next Spiderman movie is about Peter becoming an Avenger now that Tony is officially retired. The next Captian Marvel is a resolution of the Skrull Wars involving the Lost Prince Dorrek IV, In the next Black Panther T’Challa and Nakia get married, Okoye and M’Baku have an affair. The next Doctor Strange centers on Clea and the Dark Dimension, Stephen becomes Sorcerer Supreme, he tries and fails to flirt with Wanda who’s now with Vision. Pietro makes a snarky cameo. There’s a Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver movie involving the Inhumans and space stuff. Pietro and Crystal get their shot. Black Widow gets an origin film. Throughout all of this we see an increasing problem with young superhumans, this problem is mirrored in the marvel tv shows, all of it leading up to a massive MCU crossover even; Avengers Civil War, when a teen super group, the Runaways, inadvertently cause the death of 60 children. This kicks off the Super Human Registration Program, which ends in a big superhero fight which ends in Tony leaving retirement to head of the Avengers Academy, Clint becomes a teacher, Steve retires to marry Bucky and train the next generation. All is well in the universe, Strange is Sorcerer Supreme, Thor rules Asgard, Loki and his two wives are raising their children in peace, Wakanda is sharing their technology with the world. All is well.

....which leads to...The X Men Adventures!!

#I put maybe a lot of thought into this #maybe

13 notes · View notes

andthelastgreatamericandynasty · 6 years

Text

A Doctor Strange 2 Featuring Scarlet Witch Would Be Fucking Amazing: Here’s Why

Hello all!

So I reactivated my Twitter account the other day (you can go follow me there on @brielarsonage) and I came across a post about a potential Scarlet Witch cameo in a Doctor Strange film (pictured below).

Here are the individual pictures, too:

And, upon seeing it again AFTER watching Doctor Strange, I really warmed to the idea of Scarlet Witch featuring prominently in the second Doctor Strange film even more. And by that I mean ABSOLUTELY OBSESSING OVER IT!!

But how would Scarlet Witch fit into the Doctor Strange universe? You ask. Well, I was confused at first, too. But I did some research, and I’m ready to start discussing!!

Okay, so first of all, Kevin Feige has discussed Wanda/Scarlet Witch’s powers at length, and has confirmed that she indeed shares the same power set (maybe it’s a different wording then “power set” I’m not sure) as Doctor Strange, she’s simply untrained.

Here’s a quote:

“Her powers, she’s never had any training, I’m talking about Scarlet Witch. She never had any training; she’s figuring it out. Arguably, you could say that that’s why her powers are much more chaotic and much more loose in the way that we showcased those light effects. In [Doctor Strange], some of what you might see today, even the cover of Entertainment Weekly, it’s much tighter. It’s all about focus. It’s all about pulling energies from other dimensions in an organized and purposeful fashion, which is why they can do a lot more than she can in, at least, a much more precise way.”

So, duh, Doctor Strange could offer to help Scarlet Witch train her and develop her powers further. I see it going down like this:

After everyone has been brought back in Avengers 4 (cause DUH, of course they will), Stephen observes Wanda using her powers and says something douchey like “You’re talented. Untrained, but talented.” BECAUSE OF COURSE STEPHEN WOULD SAY THAT HE’S SUCH A FUCKING PRICK SOMETIMES.

(I say the above with all kinds of love for Dr. Stephen Strange)

So this altercation leads to Wanda and Stephen partnering up at the end of Avengers 4 and going off to train, which could lead right into you guessed it: Doctor Strange 2!

So Doctor Strange 2 has been confirmed by Kevin Feige while he was promoting Ant-Man and the Wasp. Full quote:

“Sometimes it's where do those characters pop up? [Doctor] Strange, you know, whenever we do another Strange one, which we will do, it will be a number of years from the first Strange, and yet he's a very big part of Avengers: Infinity War. So it is just a good problem to have when you have too many beloved characters that people want to see more of, whilst keeping to our core belief that we need to keep exploring nuance and keep doing different types of things."

But how would Wanda fit in? If my dream interaction between Wanda and Stephen goes down in Avengers 4, would we start right on her training or would there be a time jump and would Wanda already be partners with Stephen?

That all depends on the plot of Strange 2, which could be a number of things. We don’t have many confirmed ideas on what the plot would be, but ideas on whom the main antagonist will be have been floating around. Right now it’s a debate between Mordo and Nightmare. Doctor Strange Director Scott Derrickson said when asked about what bad guy he’d like to bring to the MCU:

“I really like the character of Nightmare and the concept that the Nightmare Realm is a dimension.”

So could it be Nightmare? Would they sideline Mordo? I don’t think so. At the end of Doctor Strange, Mordo says that there are “too many sorcerers,” so maybe he’ll being to start wiping out sorcerer’s one by one, only for Stephen and Wanda to find out and try to stop him.

That would be my preference, but maybe the first half of the film can be Wanda’s training and the second half can be about Wanda and Stephen trying to stop Mordo. That would also appeal to me.

So you’re probably also asking me: “Madeline (or Lena, whichever you refer to me as), what about Vision? Where will he be? Don’t you think he’ll come back?” My dudes, I am a big ScarletVision shipper, I mean they were what drew me into the MCU after declaring MULTIPLE TIMES I would never fall into the MCU trap.

With that said, I don’t think Vision’s coming back after Infinity War, which breaks my heart, but let’s face it guys, Vision’s time had come. His arc was pretty much done and moving forward he doesn’t serve much of a purpose in the MCU. But this has a silver lining in the way it’ll help develop Wanda’s character.

Yes, yes, the “My love interest died and it’s changed me in a very serious way” is an overused trope, but it fucking works. Plus, Wanda had to kill Vision herself, which takes the trope to a whole new level.

So let’s jump to Avengers 4, Wanda is back but Vision is not. She feels jaded, she doesn’t know what to do. She’s lost so much in this fight. Then, Doctor Strange offers her a place at his side training in the mystic arts.

I think Wanda would take this opportunity because where else does she have to go? Wanda didn’t really have a home outside of the Avengers until Vision, and now Vision’s gone. Why not move on with her life expanding her powers under Doctor Strange’s tutelage?

Plus, business-wise, this would be a great fucking opportunity for Marvel. Let’s face it, solo films do better when you add in another Avenger or two to compliment the main character.

Stephen’s a real asshole sometimes and Wanda could really balance him out. She could call him out on his bullshit and he could help her overcome her fear of her own powers. Wanda is already so powerful, imagine what how much she could accomplish if properly trained.

And, as much as I HATE to admit it because Wanda has a fucking cool origin story, we’re probably not going to get a solo Scarlet Witch film, so why not feature her in another film? She could be the Black Widow to Stephen’s Steve Rogers.

Elizabeth Olsen is also down for more Marvel films, as seen when she spoke about a potential Scarlet Witch spinoff:

“And it’s like, no, of course I would love the opportunity. It’s not about that. It’s about, is it gonna serve the universe, does it serve their larger story? I felt crazy and I was like, ‘Jesus, no, there’s never been a conversation about doing a spinoff.’ I’m not pushing one. That doesn’t mean I don’t want one.”

I could easily see Scarlet Witch fitting into Doctor Strange’s overall story and arc. Maybe he could learn more about himself and his powers through training her, and she could learn more about herself and her powers through being trained.

There’s also the romance aspect which people will obviously go to if Marvel tries the Scarlet Witch/Doctor Strange dynamic, which I’m going to leave up to you to give your input on below. Honestly, I wouldn’t care. It would be cool to explore. But it depends on whether or not Benedict and Elizabeth have that romantic chemistry. Plus, could we really move on from ScarletVision? :/

ANYWAYS, those are my thoughts on a potential Scarlet Witch role in future Doctor Strange films. What are your thoughts?! I’m dying to know if there are any others like me who LOVE this concept.**

**Sorry if this is messy, I sat down to write this at 2 A.M. so there could be typos a plenty for all I know.

228 notes · View notes

grs-the-neighborhood · 5 years

Text

Morgan Moringstar

created by horohorogirl666

Alias: Renard de Charme (Foxcharm)

Age: 15

Birthday: July 18th;Cancer

Species: Human

Alignment: Good

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearance Morgan has honey blonde hair in medium-length wavy Style and tan Skin.

He has light purple pupils and wears black skinny jeans, purple plaid shirt, and red converse with white leather gloves.

Vigilante outfit: a simple gymnastic outfit design in dark purple and copper. It also includes a cloak with a hood and a fox like mask.

Powers/abilities: magic, life - force draining and flight.

Weaknesses: Mood Swings and he does not like using his life-force draining power (He hates his father), if he does, the more he drains, the less he controls.

Personality: Morgan is a cheerful kid with a sensitive soul. He sees himself as independent not wanting to be a part of a Organization or a team. With his uncle being "Master magician" he helps Morgan practice. He has bouts of mood swings despite that he's basically a fun guy who likes playing tricks on people.

Background: Morgan, son of Hope and Michael morningstar, is a 15 year old vigilante. Conceived during a toxic relationship he now lives with his great uncle and his mother giving him a better chance at a happy family. After hearing about the crimes happening he becomes the vigilante known as Renard de Charme, while he inherits both his parent's powers he doesn't like using his father' siphoning ability.

Relatives: charmcaster (mother)

Michael morningstar (father)

Hex (grand uncle )

Relationships:

Hex and Charmcaster

He loves his mom for letting him do stuff but he feels like she's more like a friend than a parent. While his uncle is strict with his lessons wanting him to be like his grandfather, hex takes great care of Morgan not wanting to repeat his mistake with Charmcaster.

Serena

Morgan Serena have an outgoing friendship. Both were witches and trade spell books together, sometimes they would hang out at the park and meditate in nature.

Circe

Morgan knew the moment he saw Circe he would want to be that powerful. Circle saw him as a beginner pest but she likes that she can make him a servant.

Janaya

On the outside he would try to keep his cool, but inside he would definitely be fanboying. Janaya would go with the flow and would try his best to teach him magic since he have seen the way Circe treated him and is a bit paranoid that she will turns him into a pig or worse. He would have scold at Circe for manipulating him to do her chores, but due to being Ethan's friend, @thepaladincosplays, Envie's love interest. He would stay from afar. But he would be curious if Morgan's magic is improved be her "teachings". He would ve the one to tell Morgan that his energy-draining powers is belongs to him, not his father.

Quotes:

Circe: Are you almost done with those dishes pupil?

Morgan: Not yet miss Circe are you sure this is supposed to help with toughening my hands for spells?

Circe: Oh I'm positive

Morgan: Only fools with empty hearts hid in the shadows while I embrace them.

Oh that sounds great I gotta say that when I'm out.

"Uncle Hex was my grandfather really that powerful?" Morgan asked with excitement in his voice.

"Indeed he was" answered hex with a sad smile.

Story: The Sorcerer and the Goddess

Setting- city landscape at night, morgan is watching for criminal.

Morgan: this is just great a quiet Saturday night with no villainy whatsoever not a single bank robber or even a carjacking.

Suddenly a flash of rainbow aura and the smell of apples flew past disorienting him

Morgan: what the hell was that?

Using his cloak he hid himself to inspect the aura, it reveals to a magical being of unfathomable power who oddly enough was holding a list of some sort.

Circe: well almost done with this list now all I need to get warm lemon luster nail polish and some delicious raspberry gelato.

Morgan removes his hood

Morgan: Stop right there sorceress! What do you think you're doing?

Circe looking confused

Circe: Treating myself how do you know I was sorceress?

Morgan: it was aura and intoxicating smell seriously were you born in an apple pie?

Circe: you could say that but let me ask you what are you supposed to be, a creeper?

Morgan looking visibly offended

Morgan: I'll have you know I'm a I'm a magician in training

Circe: look I have no time for this supermarkets going to close in 10 minutes and if I don't get my gelato I get very upset so why don't play superhero somewhere else.

And with that she disappear in a puff of smoke leaving Morgan in awe.

Asked Permission from horohorogirl666

#character list #character design

7 notes · View notes

aprilbrowines · 5 years

Text

Morgan m.

Name: Morgan.m ( morningstar) Alias: Renard de charme (foxcharm) Age: 15 Birthday: July 18th;cancer Species: human Alignment: Good Gender: male Sexuality: pansexual Appearance Morgan has honey blonde hair in medium-length wavy Style and tan Skin. He has light purple pupils and wears black skinny jeans, purple plaid shirt, and red converse with white leather gloves. Vigilante outfit: a simple gymnastic outfit design in dark purple and copper. It also includes a cloak with a hood and a fox like mask. Powers/abilities: Energy absorption, life force draining, magic, creating stone creatures, levitation. Weakness: Mood Swings and he does not like using his life-force draining power (He hates his father), if he does, the more he drains, the less control he has. Interests: Foxes, folklore,writing fanfiction and scarves. Skills: Sorcery, juggling, hiding, and lip reading. Personality: Morgan is a cheerful kid with a sensitive soul, He sees himself as independent not wanting to be a part of a Organization or a team. he's friendly, loyal and energetic. Often his intuitive skills is on point and has bouts of mood swings despite that he's basically a fun guy who likes playing tricks on people. Background: Morgan, son of Hope and Michael morningstar, is a 15 year old vigilante. he was Conceived during a toxic relationship with darkstar and wanting giving him a better chance at a happy family, she swallowed her pride and asked her uncle to help raise him he now lives with his great uncle and his mother. After hearing about the crimes happening he becomes the vigilante known as renard de charme. Relatives: Hope/Charmcaster (mother) Michael morningstar (father) Hex (grand uncle ) Relationships: he loves his mom for letting him do stuff but he feels like she's more like a friend than a mom. while he inherits both his parent's powers he doesn't like using his father' siphoning ability in fear he would become like him. While his uncle is strict with his lessons wanting him to be like his grandfather he helps Morgan practice his skills, hex loves his grand nephew dearly wanting to start over with him and charmcaster. ~ Morgan Serena have an outgoing friendship. Both were witches and trade spell books together, sometimes they would hang out at the park and meditate in nature. ~ Morgan knew the moment he saw Circe he would want be that powerful. Circle saw him as a beginner pest but she likes that she can make him a servant. ~

Janaya On the outside he would try to keep his cool, but inside he would definitely be fanboying. Janaya would go with the flow and would try his best to teach him magic since he have seen the way Circe treated him and is a bit paranoid that she will turns him into a pig or worse. He would have scold at Circe for manipulating him to do her chores, but due to being Ethan’s friend, @thepaladincosplays, Envie’s love interest. He would stay from afar. But he would be curious if Morgan’s magic is improved be her "teachings”. He would be the one to tell Morgan that his energy-draining powers is belongs to him, not his father.

Quotes: Circe: are you almost done with those dishes pupil? Morgan: not yet miss Circe are you sure this is supposed to help with toughening my hands for spells? Circe: oh I'm positive ~ Morgan: only fools with empty Hearts hid in the shadows while I embrace them Oh that sounds great I gotta say that when I'm out ~ "Uncle hex was my grandfather really that powerful?" Morgan asked with excitement in his voice. "Indeed he was" answered hex with a sad smile. Story: the sorcerer and the goddess Setting- city landscape at night, morgan is watching for criminal. Morgan: this is just great a quiet Saturday night with no villainy whatsoever not a single bank robber or even a carjacking. Suddenly a flash of rainbow aura and the smell of apples flew past disorienting him Morgan: what the hell was that? Using his cloak he hid himself to inspect the aura, it reveals to a magical being of unfathomable power who oddly enough was holding a list of some sort. Circe: well almost done with this list now all I need to get warm lemon luster nail polish and some delicious raspberry gelato. Morgan removes his hood Morgan: Stop right there sorceress! What do you think you're doing? Circe looking confused Circe: treating myself how do you know I was sorceress? Morgan: it was aura and intoxicating smell seriously were you born in an apple pie? Circe: you could say that but let me ask you what are you supposed to be, a creeper? Morgan looking visibly offended Morgan: I'll have you know I'm a I'm a magician in training Circe: look I have no time for this supermarkets going to close in 10 minutes and if I don't get my Gelato I get very upset so why don't play superhero somewhere else. And with that she disappear in a puff of smoke leaving Morgan in awe.

@princesscallyie circe

#oc #my ocs #fankid #morgan

1 note · View note

allthatandabakingpan · 3 years

Text

Okay but imagine being an evil magic person on accident

• I spent my whole life running from a dark something that killed my family

• My little sister didn't love me and tried to shove me out

• My older sister was kinda neutral. She didn't care about much

• My mother was sugary sweet, and I think she may have been expecting another baby

• My father was our protector. He was extremely strong

• We seemed to live in this very strange hotel where there was an old train trolley stuck on the second floor. Dad was tinkering with it and running maintenance throughout the place (we may have been sqatters)

• At night, we would all run around the building to look around, but always staying on the same floor as father

• One night, I suddenly hear an outburst from my sister. She screams, running towards us and wiggling through the trolley to reach dad

• She cries out that mom was dead. Father paled, and told us all to run, to get outside

• Reluctantly, we obeyed. We went for the hole in the side of the building that had a soft landing and let out towards the street

• I lose sight of my little sister (dead or ran away), and my older sister keeps running with me for a time, then disappears as well

• I meet up with some friends while I lie low, and they bring me along to the zoo. I tell them what happened, when suddenly, I start floating!

• The zoo- or maybe it was just the aquarium- has a small, glass covered hall for visitors to walk through in order to see the animals.

• I freak out, feeling like I was in zero G, and end up having my friends push me by the feet while I layed on my back three feet in the air

• Later, I head to school, where a dance is happening later. While there, I see a girl that feels familiar to me. At the dance, she dances with me in a very strange, but fun style

• The bully from our school bursts in the doors and examines the situation

• He immediately goes around trashing people, including me and the girl

• He talks down to us, and she slugs him in the nose. Even as it keeps bleeding, he continues to antagonize us.

• I let out an earth splitting shriek, and to my horror, his face, and the other's around me, all seem to have vapor come from their faces, and it's sucking towards me

• No one is safe. Even the girl falls dead.

• This whole time everyone knew about the soul sucking death- but everyone thought it was a man like a dark lord using evil powers

• Evidently, I had magic, which must've been rare in my case. But suddenly with me being the only survivor of these attacks, people who didn't know were thinking I was some sort of savior to oppose him

• I fled. Eventually, I found a nice large shed, and laid down to sleep in the pool noodles

• This place was overseen by an organization of magic users (witches, wizards, warlocks, sorcerers, ect) and they found me already

• A man went over to this sort of flat, think chair-bed thing. It tilted down, revealing a hidden floor beneath the outbuilding

• He spoke with the witch downstairs, and requested she teach me how to use magic and train me against their dark lord

• She begrudgingly agrees. I didn't see how the man left, but he did

• When I wake up, I'm in a strange new place. I still have my pool noodles, but I'm surrounded by this practical cave of stuffed animals

• Thinking it's a dream, I laugh about it and stagger out through a gap in the stuffed animal wall

• I am greeted by the same version of the shed I had fallen asleep in, but cleaner. There was less clutter, but there were the same carpets on the floor and insulated walls. And a woman staring at me

• I seem to wake myself up. It ends up being real

• The woman introduces herself, and tells me about how she's going to train me to use my magic and defeat the dark something

• I don't tell her about the fact that I am it, but agree to let her train me

• First, she tells me about life essence. She goes over to this vase of strange little rocks. When she dips her wand in and stirs them around, they elongate into strange plasma colored worm things

• My job is to move them from one bowl to another without using my hands. I accept the task. I asked her how to use that magic sucking spell the way she did, but I don't think she told me. Instead, I find some chopsticks, and use them to move the life essence to the other bowl (and with the sticks, I actually move considerably more than she did with the wand

• The process is slow going, but it works. The only problem is that I'm a starving orphan child. And those life essence worms smell a lot like yakisoba.

• Some part of me accidentally puts them in my mouth instead of the bowl, and next thing you know, I'm shoveling it in my mouth.

• I ask the woman if they're okay to eat. She grimaces. I mean, they aren't inedible, it's just that many don't eat them when they are present. It's like how people don't just pick up snails and eat them, sort of similar idea

• I turn, feeling too full and my insides wiggling. I put pressure on my stomach, and throw a few of them up

• They are no longer life essence worms, but fall to the floor as curly noodles (probably from a yakisoba dish)

#weird dreams

0 notes

skymoonandstardust · 6 years

Text

Avengers Fairytale!AU

An: I was thinking about the Royal au I wrote for the Avengers before and my mind kind of drifted to fairytale au and then went down this long spiral that led to me coming up with and writing this. Hope you all enjoy lovelies <3

Tony Stark:

Born a Prince to a distant, cold, king of a father he had every advantage and luxury--- and he knew that. When he grew up though he used that to help

people, first by making weapons to protect them until he found out they were falling into the wrong hands. That was only after going through the harrowing ordeal of being captured by a band of evil wizards and going through months of tortured before finally being rescued. When he returned he vowed to never make a weapon again. He still wanted to help people though, beyond just what his money and status could do. Thankfully he was brilliant and good with his hands. . .not to mention slightly skilled at magic. Day and night in this tower workshop he slaved away and in secret built a suit or armor. He imbued it with just a little bit of protective and defensive magic, giving it some enhancements as well. Finally the day came when the suit was completed, and he put it on to fly out for the first time. It was the start or a long hero’s legacy.

Bruce Banner:

A monster who was once a normal, good, kind, man like any other. . .until he accidentally upset an evil sorcerer who put a curse on him. Because the sorcerer was slighted in moment of anger, he made anger Bruce’ s curse by having him turn into a literal monster when angry. A big green monster who tore apart four villages before tearing off into the woods and decimating ten acres. . . then vanished without a trace. A man who. when he turned back into himself and realized what he’d done, what exactly happened, turned his back on the world for their own safety and made a cave his house and the forest his home. People still talk of him and his destruction . . the story turned to legend by now. The monster people walk in fear of ever seeing or encountering-- not knowing that the man who is the monster dreads it even more then them, wants it even less then they do. The monster how hasn’t even come back though there are people who’ve said they’ve seen a flash of him in the woods or spotted a strange, bearded, rag dressed man who turned tail and ran the second he saw or sensed them. the monster and man no hero has been idiot enough to try to kill or defeat. . .cowards that they are, they stick to dragons.

Wanda Maximoff:

A good witch, and a skilled one who is loved and hated for the same reason; she can help people with her magic, and does. Peasants and kings have come from far and wide to see her, even sailing the dangerous seas to reach her from other continents. The Witch who’s broken curses, cured ailments, and helped heroes. -- assisted budding adventurer and pointed people on the path to their destiny. the witch who’ s friendless but never without help or hope wherever she goes. A witch who’s the most powerful or any-- who could easily destroy the world with a spell but who instead chooses to be good --even gong so far as to track down, fight, imprison and stop those of her fellows who are evil and hurtful the ones who go around spreading sadness and pain to all. the witch who belongs to no king, kingdom or country. and who refuses to be tied or serviced to any. The witch who was born in a small village which she was driven out of along with her brother because of their differences who was treated only cruelly by people for so long and who suffered the greatest blow by their hand when they murdered her brother because they feared and hated him. . the witch who turned it all to good and who refused to pay the world back in the same kind.

Peter Parker:

The peasant boy with a selfless soul and a hero’s heart who has stars in his eyes and dreams of one day being a hero like the ones he hears about and sees passing through his small town. A peasant boy who lost his parents and his uncle and helps his Aunt May at every turn. The boy who would go off to seek his fortune . . .if not for her and the few years between him and adulthood when he can. the boy who looks eagerly at those years because all he wants to do is help people. Peter Parker who purposefully waits in the town square or the tavern to meet any wondering adventurers and hear tales of great hero’s deeds. the peasant boy with a brilliant mind who finally goes and off to do all the brave, heroic acts he dreamed about . . .the tales of which always get back to aunt may who he visits every chance he can. Peter, who is unknowingly being watched by Tony, who sees the sparkling potential in his and is contemplating making him his apprentice.

Natasha Romanoff:

Black widow. Assassin. Nightmare. Monster. But no by the work of any sorcerer, spell or curse. This monster was created in entirely human ways-- tortured, tested, trained, until she was a human weapon. An assassin. An assassin who hunted, tracked and killed her prey, human or not, whatever the cost. she was the beast in the dark, the fear of every child’s nightmare with a thousand horror stories attached to her name that ran red with murder and blood. That’ who she was. . . until she learned better. , changed her ways and became good. she used the same skills that she had to kill and destroy and turned it to defending and protecting. Not just people, but magical and non magical alike--making her name turn from something reviled and feared to something praised and loved. she took down powerful dark magic organizations and defeated the greatest evil magic threats with no hesitation, making that the purpose of her life.

Steve Rogers:

The peasant with a hero’s nature down to his very core, who could never sit back, remain silent or walk away from a fight even when he was as skinny and weak as a beanpole with no notion of weapons and fists. The peasant who was at first denied the chance to join the war raging across half the world but was given his wish by pure chance. Steve’s selflessness nature refused to allow him to hoard the bit of cheese and bread -- his last morsels of food-- when the supposed beggar asked him for something. Of course the beggar revealed himself to be a wizard and said he’s grant the Peasant a wish in return for his kindness. Steve of course said he wanted to do his part to fight in the war --and that’s what he got. His body was magically altered in a heartbeat to a soldier’s fit form and he was gifted a special shield-- a symbol of protection the wizard explained-- just like Steve would one day become, but also a very good weapon. He was enlisted in a heartbeat. The peasant who had his wishes come back to haunt him as wishes always do, when he had to sacrifice himself to save the world and the war. The brave war hero known around the world for his deed who was presumed dead-- but was alive, only put in a magical sleep for years out of malice or kindness. the hero who woke up one day to a world he didn't even know. . .

Bucky Barnes:

The commoner boy who was best friends with Steve since childhood who was bigger and stronger and got enlisted first, sorrowfully leaving his friend behind to go fight. The soldier who got captured behind enemy lines and was rescued by Steve. He joined him and they formed a band with a few other like minded soldiers and friends they made along the way. For years they and the howling commandoes did lots of good, doing the seemingly impossible and destroying uncounted dark strongholds. One day one of those missions went wrong and Bucky died. . .at least everyone thought he did after he fell off a cliff. but he survived and was found by a dark sorcerer who twisted, tortured and brainwashed him until Bucky forgot who he was and only the winter soldier remained-- a tool of the dark sorcerer’s will. He was kept alive and young looking by magic (only because it suited the sorcerer's needs) and was given a metal arm to replace the one he lost in the fall. it was stronger then his old one, harder, and impervious to enchantment. the winter soldier rained terror for years-- until Steve finally woke up and they came across each other one day. The sight of his old fiend was enough to weaken the magical bonds on his mind . . .and soon he remembered who he was. Bucky was back to his old self and didn't hesitate to trap the sorcerer and destroy his lair before going to rejoin his old friend. a new chapter of his life would start and he would be a hero.

Sam Wilson:

A Man who wanted to fight for his kingdom and country so he went to a friendly wizard to ask him for help so he could. The wizard gave him a pair of mechanical wings. Not wanting his friend to be left out he asked for another pair and the wizard gave them to him, telling Sam that he would do much good with them but to be careful because they’d come at a cost. It was a few years later before that cost came due as Sam watched his friend fall to his death. After that he retired from his many years of service and hung up his wings, hiding them away so wouldn't have to think of them or the price his friend payed. For a few years he led the quiet life of a normal peasant, then came the day he had an encounter with Steve and the hero knocked on his door asking for help a day or two later. Without hesitation he agreed and pulled out the old box heavy with dust in the back of his closet. He opened it and stood there for a moment looking down at the wings. they practically gleamed in the dim light, looking as clean and new as the day the wizard gifted them. It was time to fly again. . .

The forevers: @a-sea-of-fandoms @casownsmyass @docharleythegeekqueen @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious @his-paradox @l4life @fangirl-who-dreams@sarciaczekk @esoltis280 @scarlettsoldier @thatbasicnerd4life

Marvel girls: @a-girl-who-loves-disney @l4life @kenziecole-green @thomashiddlestonloveloki s @escapingthoughtsandsecrets @padfootsiriusorionblackthethird

Spiderman/Peter Parker: @cutie1365 @l4life @tomxhotland @lucypcvensie @internetgremlin @meanwhile-in-other-worlds @petah-parkah-and-potahtas @lets-imagine-fanfics

106 notes · View notes

aion-rsa · 3 years

Text

WandaVision Episode 3 Theories Explained

https://ift.tt/eA8V8J

This article contains spoilers for WandaVision episodes 1-3, and the wider Marvel Cinematic Universe.

The internet is full of places to go and thrash it out with likeminded overthinkers if you become obsessed with a particular TV show. Lost, Breaking Bad, Twin Peaks and Game of Thrones all boasted thriving fan communities who had a blast dreaming up theories about where their series’ story was heading. Now, Marvel’s WandaVision has tapped into the natural curiosity of viewers with its wall-to-wall Easter eggs and mysterious MCU nods, and people have gone full ‘It’s Always Sunny red string meme’ over them.

You don’t need to dig too far to find comment sections, YouTube videos and Reddit threads jam-packed with theories about WandaVision, so we’ve been mulling over what might be going on beneath the surface.

Here are some of the most intriguing fan theories about WandaVision, three episodes in…

Online Catch

Just as Ultron’s consciousness could escape into the internet during Avengers: Age of Ultron, a developing WandaVision theory posits that Vision didn’t exactly ‘die’ by Thanos (and Wanda’s) hand in Avengers: Infinity War, but found a safe space to hide online instead, much like JARVIS did after Ultron destroyed him in the lab.

By creating a new reality stitched together from old TV sitcoms and potentially using the late Tony Stark’s burgeoning BARF tech, Wanda may have found a way to slowly bring Vision back to his body without the Mind Stone as an essential component – hey, Shuri thought was an option – but if these efforts to retrieve Vision from the internet are all above board, why is SWORD so desperate to get information on what’s happening inside Wanda’s Westview nook?

Pinches of Paprika Out of Ten: 10

Camp Lehigh

Camp Lehigh has popped up in the MCU a fair few times so far. The New Jersey military base was where Captain America trained in the 1940s, has been a SHIELD facility, a HYDRA hub, and a storage home for the Tesseract. Lehigh even housed Arnim Zola’s brain after his body died. Since Westview is supposedly in New Jersey, is it really Camp Lehigh?

There’s a theory that after the Avengers compound was destroyed during Avengers: Endgame, Wanda may have been taken to a hastily-rebuilt Camp Lehigh in the midst of her grief, eventually constructing a forcefield around an altered version of it at some point and shutting out SWORD, hence SWORD’s continuing efforts to penetrate it.

Pinches of Paprika Out of Ten: 8

Power Swap

Some viewers were puzzled by Vision’s accelerated speed when he flipped through the playing cards during his magic act in episode 2 and when he ran to get the doctor in episode 3, which we haven’t really seen before as part of his powers. Vision can phase through matter, and can also fly at an accelerated speed, but these moments felt more Quicksilver-ish in their nature. Has Wanda or whoever is behind the creation of Westview pieced this new version of Vision together with shattered memories of others that she’s loved and lost?

Pinches of Paprika Out of Ten: 8

Welcome to Skrullville

Wanda’s Westview neighbors may not be willing or able to reveal their true nature yet, but some people are wondering whether they will turn out to be a gang of shapeshifting Skrulls, just like Ben Mendelsohn’s Captain Marvel character, Talos. How the Skrulls could have possibly become roped into the scenario is currently anyone’s guess, but we do know the alien race will play a pivotal role in Marvel’s upcoming Nick Fury-centric Disney+ series, Secret Invasion.

Pinches of Paprika Out of Ten: 7

Young Avengers

Now that Wanda’s twins could conceivably grow up to become their Wiccan and Speed comics counterparts, it may be a chance for Marvel to pave the way for Young Avengers, a team whose line-up has previously included Kate Bishop (soon to be introduced in Disney+ series Hawkeye), Cassie Lang (Ant-Man’s now-grownup daughter) and America Chavez (already reportedly cast in Doctor Strange in the Multitude of Madness). We wrote more about Billy and Tommy, and what they could mean for the MCU, right here.

Pinches of Paprika Out of Ten: 5

The Butterfly Effect

We’ve been told that WandaVision will set up the events of Marvel’s Sorcerer Supreme sequel, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, so fans have been keeping their eyes peeled for ties to Strange’s comics history and his MCU story so far. Episode 3 seemed to make a couple of nods to the good Doctor – after Westview’s OB-GYN Dr. Nielson checks on Wanda’s pregnancy progress, Vision assures him he has nerves of steel, and calls him “Mr. Doctor”, a callback to Strange’s banter with villain Kaecilius (Mads Mikkelsen).

There are also the butterflies that materialize as Wanda is preparing to give birth to her twins, one of which lands on Vision and looks very similar to the first ‘out of place’ thing Strange sees after he’s taken on a mind-melting tour of the multiverse by The Ancient One in Doctor Strange. As he heads up into the Earth’s atmosphere, Strange notices a single butterfly remarkably like those that flutter into Wanda’s nursery, and when The Ancient One begins to talk Strange through opening his mind’s eye, she asks “What is real? What mysteries lie beyond the reach of your senses? At the root of existence, mind and matter meet. Thoughts shape reality.” Hmm…

Rewatched Doctor Strange and noticed something…..interesting from WANDAVISION

Pinches of Paprika Out of Ten: 5

Westview Is Mephisto’s Womb

There’s a theory flying around online that Westview is acting as a kind of mystical womb that will eventually give birth to a fully-realised Mephisto in our world. The Marvel Comics villain and all-around pain in the ass has already been teased in a trailer for Disney+’s Loki series, but may first come to fruition inside Wanda’s powerful-but-twisted reality.

A specific creature has featured in each episode of WandaVision so far. Some fans think these are Mephisto’s evolving “animal stages” – first appearing as a lobster to represent “mating for life” (they don’t, but sitcom Friends played a large part in the myth), a rabbit representing reproduction, and a stork manifesting during the “birth” stage of episode 3. Will Wanda and Vision get a young puppy in the next episode? Probably!

An trailer image from a future episode of WandaVision, where you can see a doghouse marked “Sparky”

Pinches of Paprika Out of Ten: 5

Hawkeye Will Save the Day

Apart from Vision, Clint Barton is the Avenger with the closest relationship to Wanda. He inspired her to take action and fight her way through her fear during the final battle with Ultron and his hoards in Avengers: Age of Ultron, and it was Clint who came to her aid when Tony Stark put her under house arrest in Captain America: Civil War.

cnx.cmd.push(function() { cnx({ playerId: "106e33c0-3911-473c-b599-b1426db57530", }).render("0270c398a82f44f49c23c16122516796"); });

At the time, Tony took his frustrations out on Steve for helping to concoct the plan to pull Wanda out, saying Steve rescued Wanda “from a place she doesn’t even want to leave, a safe place.” Scarlet Witch didn’t take much convincing to leave the Avengers’ compound during Civil War, so Tony’s assertions felt off, but in WandaVision she genuinely doesn’t seem to want to leave her safe bubble.

Though many online rumors point to Doctor Strange facing off against Wanda at the end of the series, will Hawkeye actually be the one who breaks through to her?

Pinches of Paprika Out of Ten: 5

No It’s Becky

It’s long been rumored that Evan Peters has a role in WandaVision. The actor continued to play the X-Men’s Pietro Maximoff, aka Quicksilver, long after the MCU had killed off its own version of the speedster at the end of Avengers: Age of Ultron, and he quickly became a fan favorite. Could WandaVision’s upcoming Roseanne homage be key to how Peters briefly enters the MCU?

If you recall, Roseanne Barr’s successful sitcom replaced her daughter Becky with another actress – Scrubs star Sarah Chalke – when original star Lecy Goranson left, and the audience was expected to accept it. With Wanda’s mind now lingering on the loss of her twin brother Pietro, this could be the kind of classic TV trope we could expect to see, and it would also be a fun-but-bittersweet appearance for Marvel fans who have probably seen the last of Peters as Quicksilver in the X-Men film franchise.

Pinches of Paprika Out of Ten: 4

Ad Infinity

HYDRA has clearly been a factor in WandaVision’s commercial breaks, with the organization’s logo appearing during two of them so far, but what if the theme of the ads goes beyond its callback to Wanda’s pre-Age of Ultron experiments under HYDRA boss Baron Wolfgang von Strucker, and represents the unique capabilities of the Infinity Stones, too?

A growing swathe of MCU fans think the Stark toaster represents the Power Stone, the Strucker watch represents the Time Stone, and that the team behind WandaVision weren’t really hiding Hydra Soak’s likeness to the Space Stone/Tesseract during episode 3.

Post-Endgame, the stones were reduced to the atomic level by Thanos, but the Space Stone may still be out there in its Tesseract form thanks to Loki’s thieving hands. It can’t be a coincidence that Hydra Soak is the more fully-formed MacGuffin here, can it?

Is it just me or those the “Hydra Soak” look a lot like the tesseract… from WANDAVISION

Pinches of Paprika Out of Ten: 3

Have you heard any compelling new theories about WandaVision since episode 3 arrived? Let us know in the comments.

The post WandaVision Episode 3 Theories Explained appeared first on Den of Geek.

from Den of Geek https://ift.tt/2YcsVFE

#aion-rsa #Den of Geek

0 notes

madfox89 · 4 years

Text

Sorry for the lateness of this post, life got in the way. Also thanks for everyone who read, liked and reblogged my first story!

For @flashfictionfridayofficial’s prompt, I decided to write one in the world of my WIP The Champion. This takes place a couple years before the book starts.

The Funeral

Word count: 957

Lyla has only ever known how strong magic was, felt it grow stronger each passing day, creeping like vines up the side of a house until it reached the roof. But today she understood how magic must have felt back then, how utterly powerless it was.

She had failed to choose between him and her father, and now she watched as her father was placed on a funeral pyre. The other assassins gathered behind her, here to honour their leader. The air felt thick, their tension was palpable. She knew what they wanted to know; if she would take her father’s place as Head of the Assassins.

When the last of the pyre was built, Lyla approached it. She looked at her father one last time, studying his grey skin and his near white hair. She clutched the gold encased amulet around her neck, feeling the hum of magic coursing through it and her. With a flick of her hand and a murmured spell, she watched as the green shimmer of her own magic sparked a fire that quickly engulfed the pyre, burning away her father’s flesh and charring his bones.

After a moment, she turned to the Assassins, who watched her with emotionless and calculating eyes. “My father told me that when he was a young man, magic couldn’t be used for more than mere parlour tricks that belonged in travelling acts and devious witches. He said that the great acts of the wizards and sorcerers of old were considered myth and legend. But now we know they are truth, we have seen those with magic shake the earth and move boulders and summon fire from thin air. He said magic was growing stronger every day, and I know you have all felt that, and so I have. The magic I knew as a girl when my father summoned flames in his hands is nothing to the magic we know now.”

She looked over at the pyre, where the smoke was crawling into the sky in dark angry fumes. It reminded her of how angry her father was before he passed, how his usually calm demeanour was shattered by a furious rage she had never seen before.

She turned back to the assassins. “Even though my father is dead, his rumoured successor in hiding, this is not the end. I have stood by my father’s side ever since he started training me in the art of magic, and I know what he dreamed for this organization to become- to not just operate in Convera, but also in Viare. It was his dream to have blades in every major city in the world, to influence just not the politics of Convera’s lords, but of the kings and holy men of Viare.”

She paused, spotting at the back of the crowd a familiar face. She stared at him, wondering why he was here. Esben noticed she was staring and gave her a smile that seemed to say everything from “I’m sorry” to “I love you”. A part of her wanted to smile back, but she couldn’t. How could she smile at her father’s murderer?

She tried to collect herself, aware of the silence weighing down on her. She had to continue with the speech she had rehearsed for hours before the funeral. Yet, a part of her wished to run back to the fine beaches that was home for her naive romances, to lean against him and feel his heartbeat under her fingers. Instead of the smell of smoke that lingered around them, she could smell sea salt on the warm breeze, mixing with the lingering sweetness of strawberries on her tongue.

Lyla’s hand went to her amulet her father had given her on her sixteenth birthday. It marked the beginning of her training, and she remembered how she first felt it hum with magic in her hands. It was her childhood dream come true, despite what her mother said: that girls weren’t allowed to practice magic.

It hummed in her iron grip now, and she knew she didn’t have a choice in this. She had a duty to her family, to her father and mentor. She would be sure to not fail him again. Lyla cleared her throat and continued, “I am prepared to give everything, even my life, to see this dream become reality, and I ask you to stand by me as we complete my father’s vision.”

His smile disappeared, and Lyla looked over the gathered assassins. “Will you stand with me?” She asked.

“We will,” an older man stepped forward. She smiled, recognizing the man as one of the senior assassins. “We stood by your father, and we will stand by you to see his vision completed.”

Her smile widened as more stepped forward and pledged to help her complete her father’s vision. The magic flowing through the amulet buzzed, sending a tingling sensation through her, reminding her of the strength of magic. Her father may have never been able to fulfill this dream, but she was stronger than him, wielding magic that was stronger than it was in his youth. She would succeed where he failed to remedy her previous failure.

Though she fought against it, her eyes scanned the back of the crowd once more, trying to find Esben’s face. Her shoulders slumped when she saw he was no longer there, disappearing just as quickly as he appeared.

She couldn’t smell the burning flesh or taste the ash that rained down on them. She only tasted sweet strawberries from his lips and smelt ocean salt that lingered in his hair.

The tears falling down her face was not for the dead man burning behind her, but the life she would never live.

#flash fiction #my writing #my wip #flash fiction friday

0 notes

stacks-reviews · 7 years

Text

New Releases 7/18/17

Happy New Release Day! There’s a lot going on in books, a few things in movies, and a certain beta I’ve been waiting on.

In Books –The Betrayal Knows My Name volume 7 by Hotaru Odagiri Yuki is an orphan with a strange ability to feel others emotions when he touches them. One day a beautiful stranger named Zess appears and saves Yuki before he can be hit by a car. Yuki feels like he knows this stranger from somewhere

I have been waiting for this for FOUR YEARS. I checked yesterday and volume 6 came out in September of 2013. After volume 6 I would check every now and then like I do for the series I follow monthly but I never heard a word about it. After about a year I just finally came to terms that it had been canceled. Then they announced its return earlier this year. It has been on hiatus for Hotaru Odagiri’s health. I’m just glad it’s finally back. I really enjoyed it the series when it first came out except for the fact that I had trouble telling some of the characters apart. I will soon be rereading the whole series because I can’t remember what happened at the end of volume 6. There should be at least one more volume to go. Not long after they announced it’s return, they also announced that it would be ending soon. There is also a twenty-four episode anime based off the series that was released in sub titles only by Funimation earlier this year.

–Blood Mirror (The Lightbringer #4) by Brent Weeks (in paperback) This will contain spoilers if you have not read book 3 The Broken Eye of the Lightbringer series. At the end of The Broken Eye Gavin Guile is powerless and is locked in the prison he made for his brother. Kip has fled the Chromeria with the help of his grandfather to try and slow the advance of the White Kings army. Karris is taking over as her duties of The White and will try to keep the empire from falling apart. Teia will go deeper into the spy organization she is infiltrating while also reporting on their actions to Karris. Ironfist has shown his true colors and has also left the Chromeria to continue his work for his true master.

I love this series. I had so many theories destroyed in this book but it also created a lot of new ones. I’m still numb from the realization in The Broken Eye that Andross might actually be the good guy here instead of the villain I’ve always seen him as. And where could I even start about Gavin. Then there’s Kip and what happened in this book.

It’s a really great series. I love the ocular powers in this series. Just how it is set up, how each color has it’s own properties, and the consequences of using it too much. There are so many twists and turns. I really recommend this series if you haven’t read it yet.

–Dept. H volume 2 by Matt Kindt, water colorist Sharlene Kindt, and letterer Marie Enger Mia is a special investigator sent to research the murder of her father in a deep-sea research station. Everyone in the station is a suspect, including her own brother.

Mind MGMT was my first experience with Matt Kindt’s work and I was blown away. The story is fantastic (I’m about to start volume 3 out of 6). The illustrations are amazing water colors. I had to read more of his work. And Dept. H did not disappoint.

After waiting months for another copy of volume 1 to arrive at my work, I finally got to read it last week. It also has a great story with wonderful water colors. There was a moment where my jaw dropped open because chaos happened and it came out of nowhere. Not everything has been revealed yet. For example Mia has talked about her mother a few times and how she died from some kind of infection of which there is no cure. Although not expressly stated, it would appear that those in the station are trying to find a cure but even the fish they are examining might also be infected. Volume 1 was amazing and I can’t wait to read volume 2.

–Kakegurui Compulsive Gambler volume 1 by Homura Kawamoto Hyakkaou Private Academy is an institution for the sons and daughters of the wealthy. here it’s learning how to read your opponent, the art of the deal that keeps you ahead. To hone those skills Hyakkaou Private Academy has a rigorous curriculum of gambling. Here the winners live like kings and the losers are put through the wringer.

I’m interested in this series because it reminds me of Liar Game by Shinobu Kaitani but with less murder. Maybe. There might be murder. I would like to give it a try because I love mind game series. Watching as L and Light played mind games with each other is a big part of the reason I enjoyed Death Note as much as I did.

–Liselotte and Witch’s Forest volume 5 by Natsuki Takaya “They say that in a place far, far away; in the east, of the east, of the east…there is a forest where witches dwell. They are said to bestow blessings or inflict curses, brew potions in steaming cauldrons, practice their magic…and fly their brooms into the night sky. This is where Liselotte has decided to live after she was banished from her home by her brother.

The final volume of this cute series by the creator of Fruits Basket. It is still on hiatus while Natsuki Takaya looks after her health.

It is a cute series that follows Liselotte as she and two attendants live in the forest. One day she is saved by a stranger who looks a lot like a boy she was in love with who had died. Volume 4 never came to a bookseller near me and I haven’t had time to order it yet.

–Monstress volume 2 (B&N exclusive edition) by Marjorie M. Liu, artist Sana Takeda, and letterer/designer Rus Wooton “Set in an alternate matriarchal 1900′s Asia, in a richly imagined world of art deco-inflected steam punk, Monstress tells the story of a teenage girl who is struggling to survive the trauma of war, and who shares a mysterious psychic link with a monster of tremendous power, a connection that will transform them both and make them the target of both human and otherworldly powers.”

The Cumea are a race of sorcerers who experiment and kill a race called Arcanics, magical creatures with human characteristics. Maika; who is suffering from some memory loss, is an Arcanic who’s mother was killed by a Cumea. Desiring answers Maika infiltrates a sorcerers home and chaos ensues because of the ancient god who is living inside of Maika.

It’s been a while since I read the first volume and a friend is currently borrowing it so I don’t have much to fall back on for more details. I enjoyed the first volume. It was dark, violent, beautifully illustrated, and has a very rich world building. The series; at least from what I’ve heard cause I haven’t seen many cats (talking cats, what’s not to love about that) in the graphic novels I’ve read lately, has some of the best cats in graphic novels right now.

I actually saw where the B&N exclusive edition arrived last week to my local B&N but I also wanted to mention it on it’s official street date in case other B&N go it late for some reason.

–Princess Jellyfish volume 5 by Akiko Higashimura In the bustling city of Tokyo there resides a place called Amamizukan, a safe haven for girl geeks (otakus of trains, jellyfish, Japanese dolls, and more) who are terrified of ‘stylish’ people. One such girl is Tsukimi who loves jellyfish. One night she meets a stylish lady who helps her save the life of a jellyfish at a pet shop. This chance encounter will result in an odd friendship (at first anyway) between the two and the rest of the residents at Amamizukan. But this stylish girl is actually a boy.

It’s super cute shojo series that was made into an anime a while back. As well as a live-action film that according to one of my friends is very well done.

–Twinkle Star volume 3 by Natsuki Takaya Sakuya lives with her cousin Kanade. In times of pain, she looks up at the stars. On her birthday a strange boy shows up at her house with a present and then leaves. At school she finds out his name is Chihiro and he just transferred there. He treats her coldly until an incident at the club information session. Will it bring them closer or will they forever remain in the dark?

Another cute series by Natsuki Takaya. I have the first volume but haven’t finished it yet. It is a completed series. There should be two more volumes after this one.

–Waiting for Spring volume 1 by Anashin Mizuki is a shy girl who is about to enter high school. She vowed to open herself up to new friendships but the four stars of the boys basketball team is not who she had in mind. Soon she’s targeted by jealous girls and forced into the spotlight.

This just sounds like a really cute shojo series.

In Video Games –Destiny 2 Beta The beta of Destiny 2 opens to all preordered PS4 versions of the game today. I’m really excited for it.

In DVD/BLU-RAY –Adventure Time complete season 7 Finn, Jake, and the whole gang return. This season contains the miniseries Stakes starring Marceline and that creepy but good episode where we find out BMO’s imaginary friend Football is real and lives inside that mirror.

–K: Return of Kings The second season of the series K that takes place after the movies K: Missing Kings. It has been a while since I watched K and although I own the movie, I haven’t had time to watch it yet. K was really good and the animation was fantastic. It was gorgeous to watch. Return of Kings follows the events after Missing Kings.

–Record of Lodoss War (DVD/BLU-RAY combo pack) “In a land torn by war, young Parn and a ragtag team of adventurers set out to restore peace to the island of Lodoss. While an evil sorcerer seeks the destructive power of an ancient goddess, the Grey Witch presides over all with a cold-hearted bent for neutrality. The ensuing battles cost many lives before a brave new generation of heroes rises to face the sinister enemies once and for all.”

This combo pack contains episodes 1-13 of the OVA series Record of Lodoss War and episodes 1-27 of Chronicles of a Heroic Knight. I’ve never seen the series before but I’ve heard of it several different times. I have one friend who loved the series when he first saw it years ago and was excited to hear that it was getting this release by Funimation. I really want to give it a try sometime. I looked up the trailer and it looks pretty good. The dub to it doesn’t sound that great because some of the characters in the trailer didn’t sound like they tried very hard. I’m hoping that it will improve in later episodes. As a general rule if an anime I purchase has a dub, I have to watch the dub first. Unless the dub is really bad then I may switch to subbed. Second watches I watch it subbed.

1 note · View note

yesstrongwomen · 7 years

Text

Strong Female Character Series

Hermione Granger

Hermione Granger is a great example of a strong woman in literature. The avid scholar described by multiple characters in multiple books in J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series as “the brightest witch of her age,” Hermione sets an example for young girls everywhere. Let’s take a look at some of the things Hermione does throughout the series:

Book 1: she isn’t afraid to be the smartest student in the class, and this trend continues throughout the series, even when she is mercilessly bullied for being intelligent by peers and professors. She goes on to help Harry and Ron past the obstacles to get to the Sorcerer’s Stone, figuring out a logical puzzle that Harry acknowledges he would be unable to solve. She is also the one to recognize Devil’s Snare and knows how to defeat before it kills her friends.

Book 2: Besides being bullied for her intelligence, Hermione is also bullied for being of non-magical parentage, particularly in the this book. It is she that discovers what monster is hidden in the Chamber of Secrets and how it infiltrates the school, but she is petrified before she can share this information with anybody. Thankfully, Harry finds the paper with all this information in her hand while he visits her in the hospital wing.

Book 3: At just age 13, Hermione has already proven herself studious and trustworthy enough that the Ministry of Magic itself gives her permission to use time travel as a means to take classes, something most adults in the wizarding community aren’t even aware exists. She goes on to use this power to help illegally set free two innocent prisoners, Sirius Black and Buckbeak the Hippogriff, who are both marked down for execution. She’s also the only student in the entire school that figures out that Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, is a werewolf. She doesn’t tell anybody of her discovery, however, because she knows that it is a condition he cannot control, he is probably taking measures to keep it in check around students, and it would ruin his career and future job prospects if anyone were to find out.

Book 4: Admittedly, Hermione kind of gets pushed to the back burner in this book. But it is worth noting that she supports Harry throughout the entire Triwizard Tournament, and helps him prepare for the final task, the magical maze. She also beings an organization called Society for the Protection of Elfish Welfare, or S.P.E.W. The creation of this society is spurred by her discovery of how badly house elves are treated by wizards - they are essentially slaves. Being a minority herself, she sets out to gain equality for all magical beings, something she allegedly does when the series is over.

Book 5: While Harry is finally coming into his own in this book and taking charge of the adventures he gets himself and his friends into, Hermione is still an essential presence. Dumbldore’s Army, an illicit organization dedicated to teaching students Defense Against the Dark Arts under the Ministry’s new regime, is her brainchild. Harry is the leader, sure, but it is Hermione’s idea, and it is she and Ron that convince Harry to lead. She even volunteers along with a handful of other students to break into the Ministry of Magic (which they do) when Harry believes his godfather, Sirius Black, is being held captive there by Lord Voldemort. With Harry’s training, she and the other students all give Voldemort and his followers a run for their money, and even help in exposing them to the Minister (who, up until this point, didn’t believe Voldemort was even still alive). Even before that, in the face of a sadistic professor being on the verge of torturing Harry for information, she is able to come up with a lie on the spot and lead the professor on a wild goose chase in the woods in order to save him. She does all this while still passing her exams with flying colors.

Book 6: This is another book where secondary characters like Hermione kind of get the back burner; however, that doesn’t stop her from kicking butt as usual. She is still a star in all of her classes, and she helps Harry in an assignment he is given from Dumbledore (which he then ignores and does everything his own way). She and Ron also volunteer to go on a journey with Harry to track down and destroy all of Voldemort’s horcruxes, knowing it will be a dangerous and possibly deadly trek.

Book 7: This is the book in which everyone grows up, particularly Hermione. She was right in assuming it would be a difficult ordeal. The Ministry is now rounding up people of Muggle parentage, like herself, and to protect her parents from being tortured to find her whereabouts, she erases herself from their memories and sends them to Australia. She gave up her family to fight in a war. She is of the utmost importance on Harry’s journey, for it is she that is able to solve many of the clues and she that sometimes leads her friends out of the face of danger, such as breaking into both the Ministry of Magic and Gringott’s Bank. They even break into Hogwarts, in which the final battle ensues, with all characters taking part.

I would like to add a side-note here for another female character that is strong: Molly Weasley, Ron’s mother. Not only is she a domestic goddess and somehow raises seven children, but she also kills one of the most psychotic, dangerous, and well-known Death Eaters, Bellatrix Lestrange. Molly is life goals.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: Though some don’t consider it to be completely canon, it should be acknowledged that Hermione’s life after Hogwarts is just as successful and strong as her life in school. It is canon that she goes back to school after the war so she can graduate, and then goes on to work for the Office of Magical Law Enforcement (gaining freedom for house-elves and other magical beings). In the play The Cursed Child, she even becomes Minister of Magic.

This concludes my first blogpost of my Strong Female Character Series. If you would like me to look at a specific character, please submit ideas. What do you think of Hermione? Was there anything I missed?

#women in literature #strong female characters #hermione granger

16 notes · View notes