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Which burns brighter...the kindle or the flame?
You can take the blazing inferno
I want the slow constant heat that will be there long after I'm gone...
loves past vs. loves present?
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Close Encounters (AU Reylo fanfic)
He’d been dreaming of her again, the beautiful girl with sad eyes. He kept trying to tell himself that she was just a hallucination…nothing more. But with each passing day she was becoming so clear he could almost reach out and touch her. In his dreams…she was waiting for him. Hoping he would make a choice that was not really his to make. In spite of himself he wondered what it would feel like to hold her gaze and offer her the world that had been so cruel to her. He wanted her in a way he could not explain… and in this private moment with her he was lost. Lost in her quiet smile, her soft skin, the smell of rain in her hair, the taste of her…
“REN!” a tall intimidating ginger’s voice suddenly broke the trance his friend was under.
“Yea?” Ren questioned slowly (as if he had just returned from hyper sleep from another galaxy).
“Man…I’ve been calling you for the last 5 minutes. We’re on!”
“Now?”
“No…in 150 years. Yes now! Snoke is about ready to have both our heads if you don’t get your sorry ass on stage!”
“Aw crap! Ok man I’m ready let’s go”
And with that…Ren grabbed his guitar and ran onto the stage. Normally, Hux would badger his best friend about why (on the biggest night of their professional lives) he had decided to take a nap before their set. Hux had known Ren for most of their adult lives and his recent habits were borderline worrisome. Now was unfortunately not the time to berate the famous “Kylo Ren”…they had much bigger fish to fry at the moment.
As they rounded towards the stage a crippled aged man stood anxiously by the curtain. His skin was so weathered and wrinkled it looked as though it could possibly blow away in the wind. Anyone could tell that this man was downright furious at Ren for his carelessness. The withering man could sense the young foolish men drawing near and began drumming his fingers across the cool steel railing leading to the stage.
“You’re late” the man croaked angrily
“I know Snoke…couldn’t be helped” Ren tried to explain
“All excuses Ren which will not help win this competition!” Snoke had this incredicble talent of being completely terrifying without raising his voice above a whisper “You have a gift Ren...and it’s something you should cherish not waste. I am here because I believe in your talent but I won’t be if I think you are wasting my time. Are you wasting my time?”
“No sir…definitely not wasting your time” Ren replied sheepishly.
“Good” Snoke replied with characteristic confidence “Now run along…quickly! Phasma is already on stage and Maz is about ready to introduce you. Remember you’re training and crush them.”
Ren took a deep breath as he stepped onto the large stage. True to Snoke’s word…Phasma was on stage making sure the sound quality was good. Both Hux and Ren plugged their instruments into the amps…preparing as quickly as they could before Maz made her appearance. Ren had hoped he’d be able to walk onto the stage and tune his guitar in peace. He was, of course, wrong.
“Well look who decided to show up” came the sarcastic voice of one Phasma Storm. Standing at 6’3” with platinum pixie cut blonde hair shaved on one side...she was not someone you wanted to mess with. Ren was used to her snide remarks and sarcastic attitude so most days Phasma’s intimidating personality didn’t bother him. Unfortunately for Ren, today was not one of those days.
“Phasma…could you do me a favor and maybe wait to chew me out until after we finish our set?” Ren pleaded harshly.
Phasma’s initial response was along the lines of “Fat chance” or “Hell no”…however before a word could be spoken an elderly woman of 70 (although she looked more like she was 50) stepped onto the stage. She was a short little woman with obscenely large glasses that accentuated her bright round eyes. Her greying hair was tied back into a tight bun. The only way one could sense the years she’d endured was in her voice which held a thoughtful strength one only can acquire with age.
“Good Evening everyone and welcome!” the little woman’s voice demanded to be heard amongst the crowd “As many of you know my name is Maz and I’m very excited to welcome you to the 15th annual Light-Speed Records Battle of the Bands here at the Takodana Cantina.”
A thunderous round of applause was the response Maz received.
“Thank you…thank you. You know…I’ve always been such a huge lover of music. How it seems to flow into ones soul without saying a word. Connecting us all in ways many of us can’t quite understand. It’s for this reason I really pushed for the Battle of the Bands to be here this year despite the fact that I am supposedly an old woman who has no business organizing major competitions.”
The hollers that came from the female attendees following that statement were deafening. For some reason Ren felt there was one voice that carried more so than the others but he couldn’t understand why the hairs on his forearm were standing up at the sound.
“Out of 50 bands that auditioned for this contest only 10 are left to perform tonight. The bands that will be performing this evening will be judged by you (the audience). The 5 bands with the most votes at the end of tonight will move on to day 2. And of those 5 bands only 2 will be able to perform at the Grand Finale on day 3. The winner of the Light-Speed Records Battle Bands will not only win a record deal with Light-Speed Records but also $100,000 either to help them make their first album or drink themselves silly here. So, without further ado…I welcome you to the first night of the Light-Speed Battle of the Bands!”
With that the crowd burst into a thousand different cries of excitement and Ren could feel his stomach drop. He knew it was foolish to feel nervous…he and his band has this competition in the bag. With Phasma on drums and Hux on bass there was no other band that could even come close to winning this thing. But as the curtain widened forcing Ren to look out into the vast crowd he could feel is pulse quicken and palms begin to sweat which he never did before a show. The question was why? Forcing himself to ignore his fear he grabbed the microphone. He hoped he’d be able to get through a sentence with the spotlight being right in his eyes.
“Hello everyone!” Ren began his voice a little shaky.
“Wow. It’s wonderful to be here at the Light-Speed Battle of the Bands and to see all of you…even though I can’t really see you I’m assuming you’re all there. I’m sorry but could you move the light just a little?” With that the blinding spot light shifted and Ren could see slightly better and continued “Oh…that’s better thank you. Anyway we’ve got a great show for you guys. On bass we’ve got the ferocious Hux. On drums we’ve got the stellar Phasma Storm and boy can she beat those drums! You may know me as Kylo and together we are the Knights of –”
Ren stood there frozen. His vision seemed to blur…what he was seeing couldn’t be real. Yet there, in the middle of the crowd, where the blinding spotlight had once hit his eyes was now in her face. The face he’d been dreaming of for what felt like his entire life. And before he could stop himself a single word escaped his lips…a word that would shatter everything.
“—Rey?”
So...what did you guys think? This story just kinda popped into my head and I had to write it. Obviously I do not own Star Wars or it's characters...I just love writing about them. The beautiful artwork is not mine it belongs to @haloren1st they were just kind enough to let me borrow it for this story. I hope you all like it and I will update soon. Thanks--
#reylo#au#star wars#fanfic#kylo ren#rey#kylo x rey#haloren1st#the force awakens#the last jedi#light side#dark side#punk rock#battle of the bands#music#modern au#modern reylo#modern kylo ren#modern rey
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who isn't in the mood for some gorgeous harry potter fan art?
so, to say thank u for recently hitting 1000 followers (!!!) and because i have too much spare time on my hands i’ve decided to do a drawing giveaway!!
rules
must be following me (since the whole point of this is that it’s for my followers)
reblog this post (your reblog will enter you into the giveaway)
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the prize
the giveaway will close on the 14th of may 2018 and i will enter every url into a randomising site. the random url chosen will be the winner
the winner will win ONE drawing of any ONE character *of your choice from the harry potter series which can either be a bust portrait, a half body piece, or a full body piece (examples below)
thank u again, and i hope whoever wins is happy!!
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don't tell me the pain isn't real
or that I will heal in time
the flesh might mend
but my mind will never
ever
be the same
still haunted by the pain
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Carrots: by Dria Belle
"Carrots!" Nick's voice echoed similar to a resounding bell in a church. Judy knew that he was close but he sounded so far away..."Carrots! No please...Judy...no Judy!"
Within Judy's mind she was screaming...her heart pounding within her ears. Yet her voice was no longer hers. It was something else...something feral and dangerous. For a moment if felt as if Judy was watching her life unfold in front of her. As though she were watching a feature film about her life and she had front row seats. It wasn't Judy that was growling a Nick...that was some actor that was taking liberties.
"Judy please!" Nick's panic was evident "Please...don't go...Judy...I...I might not hate you as much as you think. I need you Carrots...I need my partner"
The nightmare was still playing over and over within her mind. The hit to the stomach, the uncontrollable feeling of rage, and charging at Nick. Yet out of all this horrible darkness...those last words Nick had spoken somehow created new light.
Judy had no sense of how much time had passed when the fog was truly clearing...she just remember starting to see Nick more than just a fuzzy blur while he was whispering to the doctor.
"Shouldn't she be waking up by now?" Nick concern broke whatever silence there was before
"How long the antidote takes into effect is different in every patient. It could be within the next couple of minutes or the next couple of days. It's hard to say"
Nick sat quietly...Judy could feel his emerald eyes on her. Studying every possible movement she'd make. After the doctor mumbled something about privacy Nick slowly took her hand.
"You shouldn't have done that carrots" He began slowly " It was reckless, stupid, and brave. The news is having a field day about the whole situation. Your face is on every single front page. Clawhauser is now back at the reception desk...the donuts are from him. There's still a lot of hurt but the protests have stopped after seeing that a bunny could also turn savage."
Nick stopped for a moment...as though he had just swallowed something too quickly.
"Judy...please wake up. Please come back to me...I miss your voice. The way you argue with everything I saw. How you always look at the world with rose colored glasses. Zootopia is not the same without you...I'm not the same without you. I know I carry myself in a way that I dislike everything and everyone...but I've come to the realization that...I really don't hate you"
The moment hung in the air. Nick knelt down hugging Judy's still body...regretfully allowing a single tear to fall.
"I really don't hate you." Nick's words echoed into the hospital room...only problem was Nick hadn't said a word.
"I really don't hate you. I really don't hate you..." The words floated and Nick lifted to see a smiling Judy holding up the carrot pen "Don't worry sly fox...I won't tell anyone."
They sat there wrapped in each other's arms for an immeasurable amount of time. Simply happy they had a couple moments to simply hold one another.
-End
Hey guys so this is a continuation of my short story Savages. I again do not own the photo (and I don't know who does) but I love it and thought it would be great for this story. I hope you all enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think. Dria Belle
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Oh I would totally follow Belle if that was a real account!
Disney Instagram Profiles Part 2: Ariel, Belle, Jasmine, Pocahontas, and Mulan
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Question...
when you look in the mirror
do you see the pain you've caused?
do you see the struggle you've created?
do you even care?
the broken pieces you left behind
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loving me
is never easy
It’s hard
and sometimes
more of a challenge
i apologize for that.
damaged (via ashleymacleanblog)
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The Lion and the Serpent by Dria Belle
It was a crisp autumn morning...the kind that Dany lived for. Enchanting hues of orange, yellow, and red began to slowly creep onto the Quidditch pitch. Not a soul was stirring on the field...which was absolutely perfect for Dany's purposes.
Slytherin Quidditch trials were in a week and while Dany knew she was one of the most skilled Seeker's in Hogwarts the insecure men of her house (and on the team) wouldn't give her the time of day. Not this year...Danerys Targaryen was determined that this year she would blow all the other competition out of the water. She just had to practice as much as possible before the actual trials began and considering her course load this year the crack of dawn was the only time she could. This was her moment and she was going to take full advantage of it. Dany clutched onto her broom...a thing of sleek beauty (that she had hand crafted herself) made of strong red oak.
"Drogon" Dany whispered fiercely "Up!"
The occasionally temperamental broom zipped up into Dany's hand...the curve of the handle fitting perfectly into her palm. Dany swung her leg over Drogon...arching closer to the handle she gripped tighter and with a good kick she was off. Drogon soared into the painted morning sky. Dany could feel her pulse quicken at the sheer thrill of flying. It was moments like this that Dany couldn't help but wonder how life could get any better...but then again she hadn't (officially) met a certain boy named Snow.
It was quiet by the black lake...the only place Jon felt he could really think clearly. There was so much weighing on him, sometimes he wished he could forget all his responsibilities and just be happy. However, as Gryffindor Prefect (and most-likely Head Boy next year) Jon knew that was not going to happen any time soon.
Jon watched as Ghost continued to run into the lake scaring the mer-people below. Chuckling at his gorgeous wolf's foolishness Jon called him back to shore. It was at that moment that Ghost stood very still his ears twitching slightly.
"What is it Ghost?" Jon questioned his companion knowing Ghost wouldn't be acting this way without a reason.
Suddenly, Ghost was off into the Forbidden Forest. Jon ran after him calling his friend to come back...but there was no persuading that animal. Cursing quite loudly (for he hadn't planned on running this morning) Jon chased Ghost through the thick woods wondering what could possibly be the cause for all of this. It wasn't long before Jon realized they were getting quite close to the school grounds...if he wasn't mistaken they'd be reaching the Quidditch pitch in any moment.
Sure enough Jon could see Ghost just ahead...right in the middle of the field barking insistently at something above. Paying no mind to what his wild animal was howling at Jon kneeled before Ghost attempting to get him to move. This was not much of a success.
"Having some trouble?" a unknown and lovely voice questioned.
Jon looked up and saw (arguably) one of the most stunning sights in his whole life. It was a girl...floating above him on a bright red broom. She was wearing Slytherin robes which Jon couldn't help noticing how lovely her violet eyes looked against the emerald green. Her smile was almost devious in nature as she stared at him. Jon, of course, had heard of the lovely Targaryen girl from Slytherin house but had never actually met her in person until now.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that question since my wolf is barking at you?"
"You're the one that came running over here similar to a bat out of hell. And while it was wildly entertaining...I'm assuming that wasn't just for my own amusement"
Jon couldn't stop himself from smiling...she was irritatingly witty. Standing up from the ground he found himself level with those piercing violet eyes. She was floating easily on her broom...but there was an impatience written on her face as though she was eager for him to leave.
"I was simply trying to catch up with Ghost here" Jon answered
"Emphasis on trying"
"Speaking of which...are you trying to get yourself into trouble? It's rather early in the morning for a fifth year to be on the Quidditch pitch"
"I might be...I might not. Even if I was...what are you going to do about it?" her voice was mockingly coy.
"Considering the fact I am a Prefect...I could report you to Professors Snape and McGonagall for breaking the rules."
The girls smile faded instantly...fear crept into the edges of her eyes.
"Please...this is the only time that I can make in some time to practice for the Quidditch trials."
"I said I could report you...not that I would."
"Really? Why? What's the catch?"
"No catch...I promise. Just maybe if we happen to share a class or see one another in the hallway we don't pretend we're strangers"
"What like we're friends?"
"Yes"
"No offense but friends generally know each other's names"
"I'm Jon...Jon Snow"
A hand was extended above the broom...the promise of fraternity and friendship hanging within that gesture.
"Nice to meet you Jon...I'm Dany"
The second Dany touched Jon's hand a stubble (yet significant) spark coursed through both individuals. As if an electric current just charged through them.
"Well...maybe I'll see you around Dany"
"Around it is...Jon"
With that Dany retrieved to the sky and Jon sauntered to the castle...both left feeling as if their lives would now forever be different. Only time would tell how...
Well...this little fanfic was inspired by Bloomsbury's brilliant fan-art. I might continue with this story arc...I hope you all liked it. I had fun combining two of my favorite worlds together. Anyway...please let me know what you thought. Dria Belle
#jonerys#hogwarts au#got#quidditch#slytherin#gryffindor#slytherdor#danereys targaryen#jon snow#shes a catch#hes a keeper#seeker#keeper#bloomsbury#fanfic#fantasy#magic#write#my writing#jonerys fanfic#jonerys ff
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As a Ravenclaw and lover of books (especially the wonderful Jane) I feel this whole heartily!
RAVENCLAW: “I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! – When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.” –Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice)
#ravenclaw#ravenclaw house#harry potter#books and libraries#books and cleverness#jane austen#things i need#my own library
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Emotional Punching Bag
Rant of an Eldest Sibling ~ By Dria Belle (me)
Stop it...stop it you're putting them on wrong
Wham!
What's with the eye-liner? You look like a vampire
Whack!
Is there any chance you could move faster than a snail? I really don't have all day...
Pow!
Seriously...that hurt? You're just too sensitive
Bam!
I'm not being mean...I'm being honest
Hmmm...there's a difference between honesty and cruelty. You're just saying hurtful things out of resentment not because they're actually true. Just because you were dealt crappy card in life doesn't give you the right to be a bitter and cynical B to everyone you meet!
Snap!
What did I do? She throws blow after blow and I'm supposed to take it yet I finally stand up for myself by calling her out and she breaks? How does that work?
#family#sisters#write#story#truth#pain#punching bag#emotions#healing#original#venting#thinking out loud
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Every day of the week...this is me!
Repost if you are that one friend who takes at least one person on a quest of sinking entirely into a fandom.
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Saved by Beauty
(an expert from the Eternal Rose...a short futuristic retelling of Beauty and the Beast by me)
The time was now. Venus could feel it within her bones. After a countless amount of endless days that blurred together...she finally had a chance to escape. The repairs she had made to the Eternal Rose were complete...while it had taken Venus longer than she desired the inter-galactic cruiser was finally ready to fly. All she needed was a window of opportunity and she would be off this god-forsaken abandoned moon. She stared out watching the distant cobalt sun slowly sink below the mountains. Seeing her chance...Venus slipped into her atmospheric protective gear which would protect her from the toxic air outside the force field.
Venus stared out her bedroom window...it was a long way down. Further than she was really comfortable with. However, it was either jump down the tower (risking death by impact) or sneak through the labyrinth that was the castle corridors (risking death by mentally unstable alien monster). It wasn't much of a choice...but the first risk was the only option she was willing to take (in spite of her crippling fear of heights). Inhaling deeply Venus climbed to her window and jumped off the edge.
It should be quickly noted that while not many details are known about this particular moon one thing is certain...it's gravity is vastly different from Earth's. So while our heroine believed that when she jumped she would rapidly fall the reality was she (more or less) floated down to safety. Once both feet were planted into the ground...Venus started running. The muscles in her legs rejoiced in the movement and speed. Reaching the force field control panel Venus entered the deactivation code she had found in the monsters quarters. Click the lock sounded and the gateway through the force field opened. Without a moments hesitation Venus raced into the vast darkness. She had memorized her path and knew her ship wasn't far.
Everything seemed to blend together. The strange weeping trees. The glowing mountains. Even the naturally effervescent lake all looked apart of one never-ending picture. It was difficult to tell anything apart. But again the months of sneaking out during the day when the beast was brooding had helped Venus know what she was searching for. She could see it...the rainbow colored cave where the Eternal Rose was hidden. It was just ahead...as was freedom.
That was until a low and primal growl echoed into the open space. Venus stopped...searching for the source of the sound (assuming it was the Beast). Suddenly she saw them...a pair of bright orange (exactly like the one the monster has) eyes staring right at her. It was extremely large...it was taller than her even crouched on all fours. It's body was brown its black veins showing above the skin. It also was covered with large spikes. It's mouth was frothing with fangs that looked like as if they could bite through steel very easily. Venus tried to think of an Earthen animal that she could compare to the creature in front of her. But nothing even remotely came close.
Attempting to remain calm...Venus slowly backed away from the rabid animal when she noticed 6 more pairs of bright orange eyes. With this realization...our heroines only real choice was to run for the ship. With that the orange eyed beasts charged...blocking any exit Venus might of had by surrounding her. Seeing a large fallen tree limb Venus grabbed it off the ground and took a stance...preparing for the oncoming attack. The first beast was met with a tree branch in the nose. The animal howled in pain. Another realizing one had been harmed tried to pounce on Venus but the creature landed into the girls strong hands and she flung the beast like a rag-doll. Furious...the Alpha of the pack clawed at Venus...hitting the breathing apparatus of her suit.
The world was spinning. Everything was suddenly thick. Venus tried to re-attach the breathing tube to her suit but the monsters wouldn't stop. The air tasted like ash and mercury in her mouth. Venus could feel her body start shaking...trying to repair itself from the poison. The Alpha was crouched now...leaning over her collapsed body and Venus was positive those ugly orange eyes would be the last thing she'd see.
Suddenly...the orange eyes weren't there. Something had stopped the creature. Given this small window of time...Venus attached her breathing tube to the air converter portion of her suit. In almost no time the toxic air was filtered out of the suit and Venus could breathe again. Once clarity set in...so did a little shock. For there, in the middle of the orange eyed animals, was the Beast. He growled at the monsters...clawing at them. With every time they tried to hurt him...the Beast ducked.
He hasn't completely lost his mind...he can strategize. Venus couldn't help but think as she joined the Beast in fighting off the creatures.
While they were severely outnumbered...the animals were getting tired and realized that this wasn't as easy a kill as they first anticipated. With Venus landing one good hit at the Alpha's abdomen and the Beast breaking another's back...the pack fled quickly. As soon as the monster's left...the Beast sank to the ground...his chest drenched in sapphire colored blood.
Venus stared that the Beast...lying there. Completely helpless. Venus knew now was the time...her ship was just ahead. A turn of the generator and she could be home in no time. She also knew that if she did then the Beast (who just saved her life) would die. While Venus desperately wanted her freedom...the cost was too high. Coming to his aide she quickly bandaged his wounds in attempt to stop the bleeding. With the wounds tightly wrapped...Venus knelt down next to the Beast grabbing his arm and neck with one arm and his legs with the other. Then taking a deep breath...Venus lifted the Beast up holding him tight against her shoulders and back.
"Okay...let's go home" Venus whispered quietly...taking off into the night.
Ok guys...what did you think? Like I said this is a short story I'm working on. It's a science-fiction take on Beauty and the Beast where Beauty is a Doctor named Venus...after the goddess of love and beauty (see what I did there) and the Beast is an alien that has been infected by a deadly virus. The orange-eyed monsters suffer from the same virus the beast does...only they have completely lost there minds and will die extremely soon. The drawing and the text are both mine so please be kind. I hope you like it.
#beauty and the beast#aliens#write#art#original#science fiction#fairy tale#tale as old as time#true love
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Kiki & Ari-The Monster of Smoke and Ashe
Kiki stared into the flaming eyes of the formless creature. Kiki wanted to sock Venus (goddess of love and beauty) in the face for tricking her into this impossible task.
Come on Kiki...whoever said the gods would play fair?
A lump arose within Kiki's throat, chills crept up her spine, and a small tear crawled down her cheek. Apparently the fact that Ari had been stolen and she had no clue where he was didn't matter...she could still hear his voice as though he were standing right next to her.
"What are you waiting for child?" the goddess' delicate voice spoke with almost a cruel edge "We haven't all day!"
Remembering her reason for this...to find Ari...no Eros...(whatever his name is) she inhaled deeply somehow hoping courage would come with each deep breath. Kiki quickly tried to asses her surroundings. To Kiki...it seemed like she was standing on a cloud (which she knew was physically impossible) but there wasn't much. She did notice a small stream of water coursing slowly through the clouds. If Kiki had any hope of survival...she'd have to get to the water. "Ready as I'll ever be"
With a nod of the divine's head the beast charged. Sucking in all the air she could...Kiki readied herself. It swirled around her quickly...engulfing the girl in soot and darkness. Kiki attempted to run outside the vortex but the creature was not only deathly as well as intelligent and predicted that precise move. Blocking her access.
Kiki...darling relax. The only way you'll be able to get out of this and find me is if you don't breathe and panicking will have to opposite effect.
Knowing he was right...Kiki attempted to calm herself. She was running out of time...and air. She had to find a way to escape out of the vortex to catch her breath. In that moment...Kiki had an idea. Quickly Kiki took her phone case off and opened the back to reveal a mirror. She next unlocked the code finding the recent live photo Ari had taken of her...dancing to some silly catchy pop song. Using the mirror as a makeshift projector Kiki played the photo...outside the Vortex. Confused the monster followed the fake Kiki until the projected photo was encompassed with Ashe.
With this fleeing moment...Kiki sprinted to the stream. She knew it would only be a moment until the swirling cloud would realize it had been tricked. This didn't matter...every second counted. Upon reaching the water...Kiki realized there was no bucket to hold it.
"Idiot!" Venus wailed in desperate anger "She's escaped across to the way"
The creature turned...it's blazing red eyes glared. Again it raced towards her. In panic...Kiki looked at the stream thinking it looked just deep enough to jump into. With the monster tailing behind...Kiki again took a breath and dived into the water...she didn't think the beast would be stupid enough to follow her in.
However...when Kiki resurfaced she noticed the creature (or what was left of it) wailing in pain as it's many ashes floated downstream.
"Well" Kiki breathlessly stated "I believe the requirement for your help was to defeat the champion of your choice...which I did. I know you hate me and I know you think I'm not good enough for your son so I won't expect you to actively help me find him. But I do expect you stay out of my way!"
"You were lucky child...you won't be next time"
"No I won't...but I really couldn't care less. I will find him...and I'm bringing him home with or without your help!"
With that Kiki began walking West with purpose. Determined to have the last word.
"If you're looking for my son...you're going the wrong way. The gateway lies East...you'll have to cross through in order to find him"
"Thank you"
"Don't thank me...just find him"
"I will"
With those words...Kiki journeyed East unsure what she would find on her way or what trials she would face. Kiki also knew that it was irrelevant...she would face hell itself if it meant she could hear his voice one more time. And so the adventure to find Eros (the God of Love) had begun.
Hey guys...so this is my interpretation of the Greek myth Cupid and Psyche. It's set in the modern age. The art and story are both mine. Please let me know what you think. Hope you like it.
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I. CAN'T. STOP. LAUGHING!
If Harry And Draco Were Girls
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Something...New (a short beauty and the beast fanfic)
The crisp chill in the air is what had awoken me. That sense of something exciting and new stirring. Gazing out the window...I saw the snow dance towards the ground. Falling in intricate circles so softly...it was enchanting. Without much thought...I threw on some suitable clothes and ran out the door. Maybe it was the fact that it was June and winter shouldn't have arrived already. Perhaps it was all the stories Papa told about snow in Paris. Whatever the reason...I'm not entirely sure...but the feeling of needing to be outside was overwhelming.
Standing outside I could feel the magic around me. In this moment...there's a good chance that I danced in the falling snow. I laughed at all the wonder and beauty surrounding me...I might not have if I had known I was being watched.
"Beautiful" I heard his voice call softly as if he said something he hadn't expected
"Beast" I called smiling "I didn't see you there"
"Am I bothering you?"
"No...I was just...playing?"
Beast chuckled quietly "It looked more like you were dancing"
"Were you spying on me?"
"No" he quickly stated "I just...I thought you might like this"
In his hands was a gorgeous red leather bound book. It was old and well loved (I could tell by the edges) but still I couldn't help but feel a kindling spark at the aspect of a embarking on new adventure (within the novel of course). Beast, for whatever reason, seemed extremely nervous and a little hesitant as he handed me the book.
"It's lovely" I whispered tracing my hands down the spine "What's it about?"
"It's about two people who, at first, very much loathe each other. They constantly argue and want nothing to do with each other. Fate comes into play and the two are forced to work together. And it's in this small period of time...something changes and they fall for one another. It's a favorite of mine."
"Thank you...this absolutely sounds like something I'd like...but I'm surprised at you. Reading a romance"
"My mother used to read it to me before..."Beast couldn't finish his sentence but he didn't have to...I knew that pain all too well "It was her absolute favorite story. I...I want you to have it"
"Beast..." I timidly questioned "Are you sure? This is a special book to you..."
"And you're special to me. Please take it, as a thank you, for coming back so I wouldn't be eaten by wolves"
"I can't...I can't keep something so important to you"
"Of course..." His voice broke as he turned towards the castle
"Wait!" I cried "Stay...please...and read the story to me"
A small smile broke as he quietly uttered "As you wish"
And that was the moment I think we both felt something real stirring. Something true, a little frightening, and new.
Source: https://raro81.deviantart.com/art/Something-there-670483016
So obviously I don't own the art that is RaRo81 but the little fanfic is mine. I hope you guys like it. Couldn't help it. I love Beauty and the Beast so much.
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*warning this fanfic contains spoilers*
Two days. It had been two days since Jon had looked at (let alone spoken to) Danaerys. The minimal interaction confused and infuriated her to no end. It wasn’t even a fortnight ago that they were entangled with one another for the first time. Not since her sun and stars has passed could Dany recall a connection so strong. She also knew that the feeling was mutual. So why was he suddenly so distant?
There he was, standing within the dining hall, speaking in hushed voices with Ser Davos and Samwell Tarley. An air of delicate secrecy seemed to surround them. Dany couldn’t help but feel that if she were to disturb their conversation the very foundation they stood upon would shatter. However, there were things Dany had to address (most specifically with Jon) and she couldn’t do that in stifled silence. Catching her breathe (and courage) she walked towards her estranged lover, his loyal entourage, and began to hear their soft secrets more clearly.
“Are you absolutely certain this is not some kind of sick trick?” Ser Davos questioned in panic.
“Bran saw it all…there’s no reason for him to lie about this” Jon’s voice was dejectedly hollow…for the smallest of moments Dany could feel Jon’s deep pain and wanted only to kiss it away. That wave of sadness was soon replaced with feelings of confusion…what wasn’t he telling her?
“Also” Samwell’s timid interjection brought Dany back to reality “The text Gilly found plainly stated that Rhaegar married Ly—“
“What wild story are you gentlemen telling about my brother now?” Dany inquired feeling now was as good a time any to attempt to break the tension.
“Nothing I’m sure you haven’t heard before your grace” Ser Davos spoke kindly but his eyes darted towards Jon as if he were trying to tell him something in secret.
“Jon…could we talk in private for a moment?” Dany tried to make it clear that she wasn’t really asking for permission.
Jon, without looking at Dany, nodded and took her lead down the hall. Winding through the walls and halls of Winterfell a thousand different thoughts funneled through her mind. What was going on with Jon? What had changed since the last time they were together? Why was he keeping secrets from her? Dany opened the door to her current room to Jon and with it she was determined to get the truth out of him.
“What is going on?” Dany questioned fiercely
“We’re in the middle of a war…there are battles to be won. Strategies’ to conduct—“
“Don’t confuse my anger for incompetence. I know exactly what is happening in regards to my army. What I don’t know is why my greatest ally and lover suddenly can’t look at me”
“Dany…please”
“No…what’s wrong? Why are you being so distant?”
“It’s nothing”
“You’re lying! Jon…whatever is bothering you we can work through it…together”
“I’m not sure we can…” For the first time he looked into her eyes and Dany could see he was on the verge of tears.
“Jon—“
“That’s not my name”
“What?"
Shaking his head he moved towards the white haired beauty.
“I always wondered why” Jon began his voice almost cracking “My fath—Ned Stark was the most honorable man I knew. He always kept his promises and tried to do right by those he cared about. As a child I never understood why he never claimed me as his son. Why he’d never talk about my mother. Why I grew up a Snow…not a Stark. I’d have dreams about it…about Ned Stark finally renaming me Jon Stark. It was the only thing I ever knew I wanted. For my father to claim me as his…to somehow prove that he cared. After all this time…I finally know why. I was never his to claim”
“Meaning…Ned Stark wasn’t your father”
Jon only nodded in agreement.
“Jon” pulling him in…wrapping her arms around him hoping somehow it will help “I’m so sorry”
“That’s not the worst of it” He solemnly spoke lightly breaking their embrace “My name…my name. I can’t be the Warden of the North or the White Wolf because I’m not a Snow. I’m not a Stark”
“Then…what are you?”
“I’m a Targaryen”
I know...I know a million and one people are writing this kind of fan fiction. Couldn't help myself. This is how I think Jon will tell Dany about his heritage. Please be kind..it's my first GOT fan fiction. Picture I found online it's not mine but the writing is.
#got#fanfic#jon snow#khaleesi#danearys targaryen#fire#ice#jonearys#got7#prince that was promised#jonerys fanfic#jonerys ff
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