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earth-ambassador-jim · 2 months

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Lost Souls: Story 17

Bitter Reunion

Lost Souls Summary: Merlin awakens early from his sleep. He decides that he doesn’t want to leaving anything to chance and kidnaps the young James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter as early as possible.

Barbara is determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her efforts to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to her in a woman’s voice. The radio leads her to an underground society of shapeshifters.

Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.

AO3 - Fanfiction

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The Daylight armor was unnaturally light, yet it seemed to press down on Jim with the weight of a mountain. It felt wrong. Irreverent. Kanjigar was supposed to be wearing it not him. He tugged listlessly at his pauldrons.

“Come along,” Merlin huffed. “It’s best we take care of this quickly.”

He opened the oak door and started down the tunnel without pausing to look back. Jim hurried awkwardly after him. The clanking of the armor felt deafening in the caves. It was a relief when they exited out of the eerie green glow of the cave into the natural silver light of the half-moon.

“Now let’s see…” Merlin hummed.

He let his staff rest in the crook of his arm as he fished a dark vial of potion out of his bag and removed the stopper. He retrieved a grey piece of stone which he dropped into the vial followed by a glowing yellow crystal. He put the stopper back on, swished it around a few times and then smashed it on the ground where it dissolved into a green mist. After a moment or two the mist reformed into a vaguely hawklike form. It took off into the forest.

“Quickly now!”

Merlin and Jim followed.

It wasn’t more than five minutes before they came to a halt, the smokey bird circling above a pile of stones. A familiar scent reached Jim’s nostrils.

He rushed forward and fell to his knees by the pile. He sniffed and then opened his mouth slightly to better take in the scent. He smelled a strange chemical, human blood, plants and earth, but mostly he smelled Kanjigar. His heart clenched painfully.

Kanjigar was really dead…

A soft keening crept out of Jim’s throat.

Merlin came to a halt beside him. The light from staff cast a sickly glow over the crumbled stone.

“I shall gather his remains,” He said after a moment. “They must be returned to his kin.”

He planted his staff in the ground and opened his satchel.

Jim turned toward the wizard to say something, but a flicker of movement drew his gaze. He lifted his head and caught sight of a shadowy figure in the tree above them. The green light glinted off their knife.

Jim lunged forward, flinging Merlin to the side, and summoning Daylight to deflect the blow.

His opponent was bathed in the blue glow from the sword. They were human shaped: fully clad in dark armor with a ruff of black feathers around their shoulder and a yellow visor hiding their eyes.

“Step aside, Trollhunter,” A feminine voice said. “My business in with your master.”

She was after Merlin then. A jolt ran down Jim’s spine, raising his hair, and his heart beat faster.

“No,” He snarled.

He had just lost Kanjigar, he was not going to lose Merlin as well.

“I’ll kill you too then,” She stated.

Jim curled his lips back farther, fully baring his teeth, and lunged. His sword planted itself in a tree. His opponent dodged around him, sending a kick into his back. Jim stumbled and regained his footing. He spun around and saw she was heading toward Merlin.

The old wizard was in the process of sprinkling something on the remains. His back was to the fight.

Releasing Daylight, Jim crouched down onto all fours and sprung. His leap carried him effortlessly onto his foe, tackling her to the ground. He pinned her shoulders to keep her from moving.

A familiar smell reached his nose. Jim’s nostrils flared. Where had he…?

His grip on her arms loosened and in an instant a dagger was coming for his eyes. Jim reared back to avoid it and his opponent twisted out of his hold.

She came up in a crouch, a sword in one hand, the dagger in her other.

Jim growled softly. She was between him and Merlin, but her attention was on him. He had to get past her. He stood up slowly and flexed his hands. Daylight was a few feet to his left but if he went for it she would go after Merlin. Jumping at her unarmed would be risky though…

He moved sideways inching toward his sword while keeping his eyes on his opponent.

She took a step backward as he took one sideways then…

She turned and charged toward Merlin.

“Watch out!” Jim screamed.

He ripped Daylight out of the tree and ran after her. His pulse pounded in his ears. He wasn’t going to make it in time…

There was a flash of silver and a resounding clang. Jim saw with relief that there was a long thin, double-edged sword in Merlin’s hand. Kanjigar’s remains were nowhere to be seen. Their adversary jumped back.

It was two on one now.

“Who are you?” Merlin demanded.

There was a pause, as the figure’s head moved back and forth. Likely gauging her chances against the two of them.

“I am Nemesis,” She finally said, her visor facing toward Merlin. “I am Morgana’s chosen champion to bring about your downfall.”

Merlin’s face paled.

“Impossible! She’s locked away.”

Nemesis laughed. It was a cruel humorless sound.

“She is far too powerful. You knew when you did it that solution was temporary.”

She took a step back. Jim noticed that she was favoring her left side.

“I will meet you again. You will pay for your crimes in blood,” She promised. She turned toward Jim. “Be careful, Trollhunter, who you put your trust in. That bastard will stop at nothing to accomplish his goals.”

Nemesis turned and fled, disappearing into the dark shadows of the forest.

Jim growled and took a step forward, but Merlin stopped him.

“You’re not ready. There are things we must take care of before you can face one of Morgana’s followers.”

Jim sighed.

“Okay,” He said, but kept Daylight in his hand.

He sniffed the air, picking up more of Nemesis’ scent.

Jim stilled, hackles going up.

He realized why the scent was familiar. It was the human scent he had smelled on Kanjigar’s remains.

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By the time Barbara made it back to her Janus Order apartment, she had just enough strength to lock the door, stagger to the bed, and shove some of the books off it before she collapsed. It felt like someone was stabbing her side with a pickax. Her head ached and every muscle in her body was screaming.

She should have returned home immediately after dealing with the Trollhunter instead of camping out to see who would come for the body.

Gingerly she tugged up her shirt as best she could without getting up. Her whole midsection was bruised. She prodded at her side and gasped as her vision whited out for a moment.

Barbara released her shirt and laid back again.

Lovely…

She was sure several of her ribs were at least cracked if not broken. On the bright side, now that she was actively using magic, she healed a lot quicker.

She would need to take her armer in to be repaired too.

What a headache.

Barbara lay there and tried to muster up the energy to at least get a pain killer. She really should start carrying some with her.

She closed her eyes.

…

When she opened them, the clock on her wall told her that two hours had passed.

Barbara struggled to sit up, stiff muscles protesting the movement.

“Ugh.”

She didn’t want to move but it would only get worse if she stayed there.

She made her way to the bathroom and swallowed down the strongest pain killer she had that wouldn’t leave her loopy, then staggered over to have a seat at the kitchen table. She glared at the wall tiredly before reaching in her bag an pulling out the dimensional orb. She wasn’t looking forward to paying back what she owed for it, but storage spells were tricky so she hadn’t dared attempt one on her own.

Inside the crystal orb Kanjigar’s blank stone eyes stared at her. She wondered briefly if the young troll she’d met was the one he had mentioned.

She quickly shoved the orb back in her bag.

The next scheduled meeting with the Underlord was tomorrow. She and Walt were to attend.

She hesitated at the thought of Walt.

It had been rough after she had learned what the Janus Order really did, but she had desperately needed someone to lean on, to learn from. Walt wasn’t trustworthy but he did care about her.

She would not have done as well as she had without him.

“…There is no honor among assassins,” She whispered.

A bitter chuckle escaped her.

He was a very good teacher. It was unfortunate for him.

Barbara ran her fingers over her sweaty hair and sighed. She would take a shower and try to get some rest. She needed to be looking her best. Tomorrow, if all went well, she would be receiving a promotion.

#Trollhunters #Tales of Arcadia #Trollhunters Fanfiction #Lost Souls #Child Champion AU #Barbara Lake #my writing #my posts #my aus #TOA merlin #jim lake jr #james lake jr

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gottalovesuki1 · 2 years

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Yandere Hawks x Fem. Reader

Warning: Obsessed Hawks, guilt trapping, manipulation, forced affection, stalking, and name calling(baby bird, hon, love bird, birdie..etc)

He studied you.

From the way you eat, how you talk ,your personality, and how you interact with others. He couldn’t understand how someone could be so perfect.

He followed you home. Hiding in a nearby tree with his camera taking pictures of you every moment. Especially when you change or take a bath. Your skin looks so soft and nice. Your body is impeccable he sometimes dreams of fucking you, touching your sweet sweet body.

When you closed the blinds. He was disappointed now he can’t see his sweet birdie. When you go out the next day he places security cams and hides all over your house. Now he can watch you anytime he wants.

You started working at his agency as an personal assistant. He loves the way your work outfit hugs your body and those sweet thighs oh how he wants to fuck you so bad right now. But he can’t not right now not until he gains your trust.

It was a few months into your new job. Everyone treats you nicely will maybe the occasional rude remark but hey it was going well until Hawks had asked you come to his office.

“Hey hon” his slightly raspy voice speaks out. Hon, baby, baby bird, love bird oh how the list goes on. He loves to call you pets names you ignored it considering well it was Hawks the notorious flirty playboy.

But his tone was a bit different when he used it now. “You asked me here?” You questioned him he looked at you with an intensity that you never seen on his face before. I mean sure he looks at you with care in his eyes but you never questioned it maybe it was a bird thing?

It wasn’t a bird thing. He fucking adored you. From the moment you walked into his office all shy and awkward his heart skipped many beats. “Come here” he made a hand motion asking you over. Slightly confused before you could even speak his hands wrapped around your waist and hand lifted your chin.

“Uh- Hawks I don’t think this appropriate-“ he shushed you. “Be with me” he said his voice was confident but his eyes oh they spilled everything. Nervousness, love and another emotion you couldn’t really identify.

“Huh?” You questioned you where very confused right now you get called into his office and now he’s confessing to you? This must be Hawks playing a joke on you.

“Be with me baby, you could live a life of Luxury, you’ll never have to work a day in your life, and you’ll be with me” he sounded not him right now like he needed no, demanded you to. “Hawks I don’t thin-“ he cut you off “Why? I can give you anything you’ve ever wanted, I can give you love that you wouldn’t find any where else in the world” he looked mad to say the least his grip on your waist slightly tightened.

“I’m sorry I just don’t like you like that” you said trying to pull his hand off your waist. Now he looked really mad. “I really, really didn’t wanna do this baby bird but you just had to make it difficult” his hand moved from your waist.

“Uh? What’re you talking about” you where now a bit scared Hawks looked mad like genuinely mad. “What can’t I give you sweetheart?” He questioned then he suddenly pulled out a syringe filled with a liquid. Okay now you where scared you tried to open the door to leave and get the hell outta here. But it was to late he struck and your screams where muffled.

“Shush birdie lemme take care of you hm?” He whispered into your ear.

Authors Note: What’s was the other emotion? Lol how’d I do?

#yandere hawks #hawks #yandere tendencies #yandere #yandere hawks x reader

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ciaossu-imagines · 2 months

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Personalization Prompt #2 – Ketchup

BLACK: what face claim from an anime, comic book, or cartoon do I associate with you?

Oh, this was a hard one! Of course, there’s that sort of lean towards your icon or plain out just seeing you as Apple, but just taking a step back, I think I have to go with a cartoon character here instead of an anime character, but Audrey Ramirez from Atlantis: The Lost Empire, is probably the closest I could come to how I picture you!

WHITE: what flame type and box weapon do I think you’d have in the khr!verse?

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but there’s a couple different ideas I do have for you as far as Flame types go. Of course, because of your impressive creativity and interesting ways of thinking, there is the desire to put you as a Mist Flame, since you are someone who could easily create things with that brilliant mind of yours. However, overall, I do think you give off the Aura of someone with a Rain Flame slightly more, so I do have you as a Rain Flame type. As far as box weapons go, I definitely think a Rain raven box weapon would be what you use, because of the obvious spiritual, emotional, and intellectual beliefs around the bird. In my head, it normally perches on your shoulder but it can fly around, spreading the Flames over a fairly wide area or it has the added ability of being able to calm and almost tranquilize whoever it lands on that is not you.

RED: what aesthetics do I associate with you?

The smell of home-cooked meals and the act of making food alongside friends or family, with shared laughs and memories to treasure forever. Backpacking abroad, new adventures with every step of a hiking boot clad foot. Calm and peacefulness. Kindness, always choosing to reach out a hand to those in need. Intelligence and compassion mingling beautifully. Thesis papers. Always having multiple things on the go, always moving and doing and thinking. Soft music in the background, soothing the soul. Bright smiles and sun-bathed skin. Soft faux-fur.

BLUE: what are three songs I’d put on a playlist for you?

LOST BOY, ruth b.

A CLOSE FRIEND, james newton howard

I SWALLOWED HARD, LIKE I UNDERSTOOD, 65daysofstatic

YELLOW: what fictional world out of all my fandoms would I picture you in?

Obviously, hands down, it’s Katekyo Hitman Reborn. However, I could easily see you fitting into both the Nanbaka, Servamp, and Saiyuki universes!

GREEN: who would I pair you with out of all my fandoms?

Obviously, for KHR it’s Reborn. For K Project, it’s Munakata. For Nanbaka, it’s Jyugo. For Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun! it’s Goemon. For Bungou Stray Dogs, it’s Akutagawa. For Servamp, it’s Tsurugi. For Saiyuki, it’s Hakkai. For Eyeshield 21, it’s Kid. For Ronin Warriors, it’s Rowen. For Kekkaishi, it’s Makio. For GetBackers, it’s Emishi. For Black Cat, it’s Train. For Karneval, it’s Gareki. For Gangsta., it’s Nic. For Bleach, it’s Byakuya. For Naruto, it’s Kakashi. For Deadman Wonderland, it’s Nagi. For Ouran, it’s the twins, both of them. For Durarara!!, it’s Kadota. For Yu Yu Hakusho, it’s Kuwabara. For Gintama, it’s Kondo. For Mystic Messenger, it’s Yoosung. For Ikemen Revolution, it’s Kyle. For Blush Blush, it’s Cashew. For Date Warp, it’s Nathaniel. For Hatoful Boyfriend, it’s Sakuya. For The Outsiders, it’s Sodapop. For Class of the Titans, it’s Neil. For Ultimate Spider-Man, it’s Harry. For Gravity Falls, it’s Stan. For The Mighty Ducks, it’s Adam. For The Covenant, it’s Tyler. For Jungle Fury, it’s Dom. For Ninja Storm, it’s Cam. For Mystic Force, it’s Nick.

PURPLE: what gif reminds me of you?

PINK: if you were an AU, what type of AU would you be?

Maybe I’m being influenced by recent conversations we’ve had, but I do think it would be an isekai AU, based around platonic bonds and building a found family 😊

RAINBOW: if i were to write a khr sequel, following Tsuna’s demise, and could only use my reader’s as characters, who would you be?

Okay, I have two ideas…bear with me as they’re both kind of implausible, but I like to believe fun nonetheless. We’re going to set aside the fact that going canon means there will be no future generations of Arcobaleno, but if there were, I’d see you as the next Rain Arcobaleno. Otherwise, I see you as part of the Vongola, as one of the medical team…as in, someone finally realized how important mental health is in the Mafia and you work alongside the doctors and nurses helping the Family members maintain their mental health and you have friends and family and loved ones and your life, despite being a part of the Mafia goes nice and peacefully and you’re treasured and valued and it’s all nice and soft and peaceful and I like that for you.

#unrequested prompts #ketchup

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lveclouds · 2 years

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↬ pairing/characters: prince hoseok x princess reader x prince yoongi, other members will be mentioned/make appearances

↬ genre/aus: heavy angst, sad/bittersweet ending (yeah im so sorry), unrequited love (yeah this one’s going to hurt), there’s like zero fluff in this, royal au, slight arranged marriage au (sort of), childhood friends au

↬ summary: in which hoseok watches as the love of his life gets swept off their feet by his former best friend.

↬ rating(s): m, 18+ (see warnings)

↬ tw: heavy swearing, sad ending, unrequited love, heartbreak, heavy alcohol consumption/intoxication (hoseok gets a bit drunk in this fic, but it’s briefly mentioned), mentions of someone being drunk (brief) hoseok deserves a huge hug in this fic, confrontation (hoseok and yoongi talk things out), mentions of a falling out, mentions of a deceased family member (brief, due to sickness)

↬ wc: 5.5k

↬ note: this fic is part of the one direction x bts collab, hosted by @sunshinejunghoseokie <3 the idea for this collab came about whike we were talking in a little discord chat we have with @joonlery <3 as a former one direction stan, i am so excited to write a fic based off their songs <3 as always, shoutout to cam and honour for always being the sweetest ppl ever and for all the love + support i adore y’all so much:(((( + this fic is based off the song ‘moments’ by one direction, which is still one of my favorite songs of theirs to this day <3 also shoutout to cam for reading through this and helping me with warnings <3

the bright sun shone in through the massive windows of the castle, casting golden beams of light across the stone floors. hoseok could hear the faint chirping birds as they flew over the rafters, and allowed himself a small smile. he always loved the mornings, those quiet moments before the rest of the world woke, bathing in the tranquility and stillness.

the rest of the castle was still asleep, leaving hoseok to his own devices for a few hours, which he always took full advantage of. while having a warm breakfast prepared each morning was a perk, hoseok always felt a little guilty that his servants felt as if they had to attend to him at all times.

thus, hoseok tried to make sure to rise as early as he could to dress and possibly sneak down to the castle kitchen to see if there were any leftover cookies or pastries from the previous day’s breakfast. after grabbing a pastry or two, hoseok headed towards the royal gardens, where he loved to spend most of his time daydreaming and abandoning his royal duties, for they were awfully boring.

the early morning air was cool and crisp, and a gentle breeze washed over hoseok as he strolled through the garden, admiring the colorful flowers and foliage that decorated the space. each plant and flower was well-tended to, and the royal gardener, namjoon, saw to that.

hoseok let out a content sigh, settling onto a stone bench that he’d put there ages ago, wanting to be surrounded by the sweet smell of roses and the refreshing scent of pine. he let his mind wander, briefly forgetting about the responsibilities that he’d have to attend to later in the day, humming softly to himself.

being the sole heir to a well-established kingdom is something that could scare the wits out of anyone, for the idea of leading an entire nation made hoseok’s stomach curl with dread. nonetheless, in the end, it didn’t matter if hoseok had no desire to rule, it was his duty to carry out, being the only son of two of the most powerful monarchs in the land of esmeralda.

though, hoseok supposed, the pressure of being a good king was bearable, at least, with you in his life. he’d met you, the princess of genovia, when he was just the tender of age of eight, and you’d just turned ten, at yet another party that his parents had forced him to attend.

hoseok couldn’t remember who the celebration had been for, only that the royal garb that his mother had insisted he wear was itchy and uncomfortable, and he’d wanted to do nothing more than to run back to his bedchambers and change into his comfiest nightclothes. your family had also been invited to the grand celebration, being one of the most prominent royal families.

hoseok had sat by his mother all night, fidgeting ever so slightly in his chair, trying to keep a neutral expression on his face. she must’ve noticed that he was getting a bit restless, for when the nobles she’d been talking to turned away for a moment, she leaned down and whispered to him to go and play somewhere.

immediately, hoseok had ran as fast as his small legs could take him, far away from the ballroom full of obnoxious laughter and the dizzying scent of alcohol, to the garden, where he was alone with the flowers and the tall trees.

the night air was cool and crisp, and it’d rained earlier in the evening, so the faint smell of petrichor still lingered. hoseok had just settled onto the stone bench in the center of the garden when he heard a faint rustling a few feet away. he turned his head to see a girl possibly two years older than him, clutching nervously at her skirts, the dainty silver necklace dangling at her throat glowing softly in the pale moonlight.

“h-hello, i’m hoseok, what’s your name?” he’d said, keeping his voice as polite and friendly as possible, as not to scare the girl off. she hesitated, then mumbled in a soft, quiet voice, “i’m y/n.” hoseok had smiled for the first time that evening, and asked if you wanted to sit beside him and watch the stars. from then, an unlikely friendship had formed between you, and hoseok treasured every moment.

of course, his parents were delighted that their son had made a friend out of the princess of a powerful kingdom, and made a point of inviting you over constantly and showering you in gifts. you accepted all of them graciously, but then hoseok would helped you sneak out of the castle to give to the poor people in the nearby village.

hoseok admired how brave and courageous and selfless you were, insisting that while the gifts from his parents were appreciated, you had no use for them, and that it was better if they went to people that would make good use of the gifts. for the first time, he’d met someone who went against the norms of being a royal, and used your power for the greater good and to benefit others.

his relationship with you was nothing more than a close friendship, that is, until hoseok found himself falling in love. often times, he’d find himself staring at the soft curve of your mouth, and the way your lashes brushed against your brow bone every time you blinked. hoseok felt his pulse quicken at your charming and gentle smiles, and the tender look in your dark eyes when you saw a child light up when you’d hand them a picnic basket laden with homemade food.

people in the village adored you, amazed that someone of a such a position in the kingdom could be so humble and kind as to spend most of their time with the poor instead of nobles. you’d told hoseok as such one night, under the soft glow of the moon, resting your head against his shoulder.

the action was nothing new, as hoseok had grown accustomed to it over the course of your friendship, but it still made his heartbeat quicken all the same. “i know you must think i’m silly for wanting to give everything i have to those people, but it’s something i’ve always wanted to do. we’re royals, and i understand that we have a certain reputation to uphold, but must we ignore the needs of those who are crying out for help? they too deserve to be happy.”

it was right then and there that hoseok knew that he was in love with you. he loved how passionate you were about helping others, even if others might scorn you for it. you’d never cared about what others thought of you, especially the countless nobles that whispered about you, calling you ridiculous and strange.

“don’t mind them, hoseok, they’re only jealous that they can’t bring themselves to help others. the selfish bastards that they are.” word of your kind and generous nature did not go unheard by neighboring kingdoms, and thus began the countless visits from suitors.

hoseok hated seeing the gifts of jewelry and dresses and gold from the pompous princes that visited your castle, in hopes of courting you. it was absolute torture to simply watch as countless princes vyed for your hand, taking your hand in theirs and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

however, you seemed not the least bit interested, for you threw out or donated all the gifts your suitors gave you, much to your parents’ dismay, insisting that you “had no use for such frivolous things”, and that all the suitors were obnoxious and self-centered. hoseok couldn’t help but feel relieved that you weren’t the least bit deterred by the countless advances.

hoseok also struggled to decide if he should confess to you, not wanting to ruin the close bond that you had. then, when he’d finally mustered the courage to do so, his world came crashing down around him. it’d been a sunny day, of all things, and hoseok was making his daily visit to your kingdom, which was not too far from his own.

he was with you in the palace gardens, listening to you rant about the latest suitor you’d driven off, who, apparently, was insistent that he had a strong alcohol tolerance, and was determined to show off. and, in the middle of the lunch that the kitchen staff had prepared, he proceeded to drink at least three cups of wine before promptly passing out.

“it was embarrassing, i mean, if he just wanted to get drunk off his ass, he could’ve just gone to the local tavern.” you were saying, gesturing exuberantly with your hands. “honestly, you should’ve seen him, he looked like an absolute fool, stumbling over himself.”

hoseok had felt the corner of his mouth curve into an amused smile. “wish i could’ve been there then. a-also, i-i have something to confess to you.” a look of concern immediately flashed across your face. “of course, anything. you’re my dearest friend, hoseok.” friend. the word felt like a punch to the gut.

and, as hoseok was about to confess, your parents came rushing in, your mother practically beaming from ear to ear. “mother? what’s going on? why do you look so pleased?” “we just received word from the min kingdom. they’ve agreed that a union between our two kingdoms would be best to maintain peaceful relations.”

“what sort of relations?” “marriage, of course.” your mother had declared, and hoseok’s heart felt as if it were going to shatter into a million fragments. “your mother is right, this alliance is one that cannot be overlooked. besides, i’ve heard that the prince of the min kingdom is quite the charmer.” your father had said, with a pleased smile on his face. the look of defiance on your face did little to deter them from dragging you to the throne room hours later, where the mins were waiting.

hoseok could only give you a sympathetic smile as you moved to stand next to your parents, mouth twisted in a deep scowl. then, the mins came forward, bowing their heads. their son looked to be his age, with wavy dark hair that fell over sharp cheekbones, and hoseok couldn’t quite make out his face at first.

then, when the son lifted his head, a pale, thin hand brushing away a stray strand of hair that’d fallen across his forehead, hoseok immediately froze, feeling his heart drop into his stomach. it was min yoongi, the very person he once regarded as a dear friend.

they’d had a brutal falling out years ago, and hoseok hadn’t spoken to him since, and if he was being honest, didn’t exactly remember what had happened. yoongi was still as pale as ever, but his shoulders seemed broader than before, and his hair was longer, and more wavy.

his eyes were as still dark and unreadable as hoseok remembered, and the expression on his face gave nothing away. hoseok winced and shifted his gaze towards the front of the throne room, where you were sitting with your parents. the scowl on your face seemed to have disappeared, now replaced with a look of awe, as if you were mezmerized by yoongi.

hoseok had blinked back tears, refusing to let anyone, especially yoongi, see him cry. “your majesty, your highness, i’m honored that you are allowing me to court your daughter.” he said, bowing his head slightly, and to his surprise, your mother waved off his formalities with a dismissive hand.

“no need to be so formal, yoongi, after all, you’re marrying into our family.” your mother had said, dark eyes twinkling, and the aforementioned male’s pale cheeks flushed pink. “as you wish.” “now, why don’t you and y/n get acquainted?” yoongi’s mother suggested, cerulean eyes bright with joy. “that’s a wonderful idea!”

hoseok had felt his vision blur and his face grow hot, and fresh tears slid down his cheeks as you stepped down from your throne, offering your hand to yoongi, who gently took it in his and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

he’d seen this exact gesture so many times, from many suitors, but this time, you didn’t curl your lip in disgust or roll your eyes like you normally did. hoseok saw a faint blush settle across your cheekbones as you looped your arm through yoongi’s, allowing him to guide you out of the throne room.

hoseok had had enough. unable to bear the anguish any longer, he dashed out of the throne room, grateful that he’d thought to hide behind the tall columns that surrounded the space, so that no one could see him cry. he ran all the way to the garden, grateful that yoongi hadn’t thought of taking you there, and collapsed onto the soft grass, not caring his clothes got stained. hot tears streamed down his face, body wracking with soft sobs, and hoseok clutched at his heart, curling his fingers in the soft fabric of his jacket.

it hurt, everything hurt, and now hoseok knew that there was no way that you’d ever reciprocate his feelings. he’d started to laugh bitterly, tears spilling from his eyes, for he was a fool for ever thinking that you’d love him back, that you’d see him as more than just a dear friend.

a friend. that’s all i’ll ever be to you, nothing more. love? how pointless. hoseok had never known true heartbreak, true anguish, but if this was what it’d felt like to have his heart broken, he wished he’d never fallen for you in the first place.

falling for you was my first and last mistake. hoseok had cried his eyes out for what seemed like an eternity, and later, as he sat numbly in a carriage on his way back home, eyes puffy and red-rimmed, he vowed to never love again.

“penny for your thoughts?” a voice said, and hoseok snapped out of his mini trance to see namjoon standing a few feet away, tending to some newly bloomed roses. he shook his head. “it’s nothing, i just spaced out, started to think about some tragic events that happened years ago.” this caused the taller male to frown. “tragic events?” he echoed, eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

“it was a complicated matter, but it’s over now.” it’d been three years since you’d gotten married to yoongi, and hoseok still wrote to you every now and then, but rarely saw you anymore. then, understanding dawned over namjoon’s face, and his dark green eyes softened. “is this about y/n? were you thinking about her again?”

hoseok mentally winced, hating that namjoon could read him like a book. “i was, my mind was wandering, and i guess i started to think about her and the day her parents married her off to yoongi.” a bitter chuckle spilled from his lips. “i must seem quite pathetic to you right now.”

namjoon shook his head. “not at all. grieving over your first love is not a strange thing, it’s normal.” hoseok sighed, carding his fingers through his now silver hair, which he’d dyed on a whim months ago. “i’m not sure why i’m still hung up about her. i mean, shouldn’t i have moved on by now?”

namjoon’s dark green eyes flashed with sympathy as he gently removed the leather gloves he was wearing, stuffing them into the pocket of the loose pants he was wearing. he sat down next to hoseok on the stone bench, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

“it’s understandable, why you haven’t moved on from her.” namjoon began, and hoseok mentally braced himself for whatever the taller male was about to say. over the years, hoseok had struck up an unlikely friendship with namjoon, who was kind and clumsy and very wise, despite his young age, and he found himself going to the taller male for advice on occasion. hoseok even told him about how you had broken his heart and gotten bethrothed to yoongi, who was once one of the people he held dear.

“she’s your first love, isn’t she?” hoseok managed a small nod. “and since she’s your first love and broke your heart, that makes the unrequited love that much more painful. besides, it’s only been three years, hoseok. it takes time to heal. if it takes you four or five years, then that’s perfectly fine. heartbreak and grief affect everyone differently, and everyone deals with it in their own ways. i suppose what i’m trying to say is that it’s okay to let yourself cry and grieve over her, it’s okay to feel the way that you do.”

hoseok blinked back tears, and gave his friend a grateful smile. “thank you, joon, you’ve always been a good friend to me.” the latter waved away his thanks with a lazy hand. “no need to thank me, that’s what friends are for, no? we’re supposed to cry and lean on each other, it’s sort of an unspoken agreement.”

“wait, joon, before you go, can i tell you something?” a gentle smile tugged at the corners of namjoon’s lips. “of course, anything.” he said easily, and hoseok felt his heart swell with gratitude. he exhaled slowly, clearing this throat, and began to tell namjoon what had had happened between him and yoongi on the day of the royal wedding.

hoseok had been staring at his reflection in the mirror for what’d seemed like hours, dressing himself in a daze. today was the day that the love of his life was getting married. to his former best friend, of all things. he hadn’t seen you since the day yoongi had come to visit, being too preoccupied with wedding preparations.

hoseok’s eyes drifted towards the neat stack of papers on his desk, and felt his heart ache. he’d kept every single letter you’d written him over the months, gushing about how amazing yoongi was, and that you were thrilled to be bethrothed to him. you also told him how much you missed him, and that you hoped to see him at the official ceremony.

of course, when the invitation had arrived via the royal messenger, hoseok hadn’t hesitated to accept it. he’d told the messenger to tell you that he would be in attendance, no matter what. after weeks of crying his eyes out and sulking in his bedchambers, hoseok had decided that enough was enough. he needed to get his act together.

so, he threw himself into his royal duties, attending every meeting his father required him to without complaint, and oversaw the building of the new armory in the east wing of the castle himself, no matter if he was exhausted from his history lessons with seokjin, the royal tutor.

and all of that led him to this day, this moment, waking before the sun rose on the horizon, heart aching impossibly in his chest. he’d gotten dressed in a dazed state, not bothering to summon any servants for assistance. hoseok shook his head, snapping himself out of his mini trance.

there was no time to space out and wallow in his own self pity. hoseok was going to be late to his best friend’s wedding if he didn’t hurry downstairs. after making sure that his jacket wasn’t wrinkled and that not a strand of hair on his head was out of place, hoseok raced out of his room.

the wedding ceremony was grand, as hoseok had anticipated, and the castle was filled with nobility from all over genovea, light chatter and loud laughter filling the air. you were beautiful as always in a long, lace dress with flowers embossed in the soft white fabric. the dress fit you like a glove, and your long, dark hair had been styled to perfection, falling in waves down your back.

yoongi had been in traditional wedding garb, which consisted of a dark jacket and pants, which were all tailored to fit his lithe figure. hoseok had decided to sit next to taehyung, jungkook, and jimin, the only princes he was truly close with, having met them at countless banquets and balls.

they also knew about how he felt about you, having confessed to them when he’d had one too many glasses of wine, and had given him sympathetic looks as you’d leaned in to kiss yoongi after the priest had declared you husband and wife. hoseok had torn his eyes away, not wanting to see yoongi reciprocate the kiss.

hoseok had spent the majority of the wedding standing by the large table laden with pastries, tiny cakes, and a plethora of other dishes that he couldn’t quite recall what they were. he’d been quietly sipping his champagne flute, watching as you glided across the ballroom floor, laughing as you were twirled and dipped, the dainty silver earrings you were wearing twinkling faintly in the dim lights of the room.

you were so breathtakingly beautiful, it nearly hurt to look at you. hoseok’s heart ached impossibly at the twinkle in your eyes, and how your eyes crinkled at the corners as you laughed and talked with the wedding guests. and, as yoongi twirled and dipped you, his hand wrapping around your waist, hoseok quickly blinked back tears.

hoseok felt a bit pathetic, for crying over someone who’d never know how much they meant to him, but in the moment, he couldn’t help it. you were his first love and the one person who always treated him not as prince hoseok, sole heir to the kingdom of esmeralda, but as jung hoseok, who was sensitive and was a romantic at heart.

despite himself, hoseok couldn’t help but feel happy for you, happy that you’d gotten the fairy-tale like ending you’d always wanted. he allowed himself a small smile, taking a long sip of champagne, the liquid burning his throat. then, an all-too familiar figure sidled up next to him, and hoseok immediately felt his entire body tense.

“hoseok, it’s been a while.” yoongi said in lieu of greeting, a strand of dark hair falling across his forehead, which he hastily brushed away. “it has.” hoseok muttered, tapping his fingers lightly on the rim of his champagne glass. an uncomfortable silence settled between them, and hoseok wracked his mind for an excuse to slip away.

much to his dismay, yoongi broke the silence first, clearing his throat awkwardly. “how have you been?” “i’ve been better.” hoseok said tightly, hoping that the former would get the hint and leave him the fuck alone. unfortunately, yoongi did no such thing. “i know things ended quite badly between us back then, and i wanted to apologize.”

hoseok pursed his lips together tightly, forcing a smile on his face. “what’s there to say? you made it very clear all those years ago that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with me and that i could, er, what was it you said? rot in hell?” his tone was pleasant, but there was a hint of malice hidden underneath.

yoongi winced imperceptibly, a sign he was uncomfortable. good, hoseok thought bitterly. “i said some awful things back then, mostly out of anger. i guess i was pissed that you thought i’d gone and courted princess jiwoo without your knowledge.” hoseok tensed at the mention of his deceased older sister.

“don’t you fucking dare say her name. you have no fucking right.” hoseok hissed, unable to maintain his calm composure any longer. “i’m sorry, it just slipped out. i know i have no right to utter her name, for i was the one who broke her heart.” hoseok thought he saw red as he dropped the champagne glass he was holding, glass shattering on the floor, and lunged towards yoongi, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket.

“you absolute bastard.” hoseok growled, tightening his grip on yoongi’s jacket. he saw nothing but guilt in the latter’s eyes, and yet, somehow, that made him even angrier. “broke her heart? you didn’t just do that, oh no, you ruined her fucking life. she loved you more than anything, and you tossed her aside as if she were nothing more than a piece of paper.”

“you think i wanted to hurt like her i did? to act as if she meant nothing to me?” “you certainly acted like you did.” hoseok spat, not bothering to hide the malice in his voice. yoongi’s dark eyes flashed with regret. “it was the only way to keep her safe.” “what the hell are you talking about?”

“there was threats of a war, hoseok. bandits from another kingdom were invading and stealing from numerous villages. there were rumors that they were even stealing women and children, taking them from their loved ones. i didn’t think much of it at first, but when reports started to come in that the same thing was happening in the villages surrounding my family’s kingdom, i got scared that jiwoo would be a victim. so, i decided the only way was to cut ties with her. permanently.”

hoseok blanched, grip loosening on the dark haired male’s jacket a bit. “breaking her heart was for her protection? i fail to see how this is justifiable.” yoongi sighed, the sound more exhausted than anything. “because there was a price on her head, and those bandits knew that she was connected to another powerful royal family, there’d be hell to pay.”

hoseok’s mind was whirling, mostly with shock and confusion and many, many, questions. he let go of yoongi, who simply smoothed out the wrinkles in his jacket, expression schooling itself into neutrality. “i think i need some air.” hoseok mumbled, voice barely audible over the hubbub happening around them.

yoongi gave a brief nod. “ok, well, lucky for you, i know the perfect place.” hoseok decided to follow after him, for there was no way he was not getting answers for what he’d just been told.

outside, the air was cool and crisp and refreshing against hoseok’s skin, and he exhaled softly, breathing in the faint scent of flowers and evergreen.

they were in the courtyard, hoseok noticed, which was littered with colorful flowers and the grass was green and lush, almost silver in the glow of the pale moonlight. “there was a price on jiwoo’s head? why didn’t you tell me?” hoseok blurted, and yoongi’s shoulders slumped, as if in defeat. “because i knew you would probably do something reckless, like go after the bandits yourself.” “i-i just don’t understand. why would you keep this from me? why would you leave me in the dark? you know how important jiwoo was to me, she was my sister.”

his voice broke at the end, and hoseok could no longer hold back the choked sob that spilled from his lips, and yoongi only watched with sad, dark eyes. hoseok was certain he looked an absolute wreck, with eyes puffy and red-rimmed, and his usually neat black curls askew.

“i guess it’s just hard to wrap my head around, but i guess i’m glad to know that you were at least trying to protect my sister, in your own way.” a sad smile tugged at the corners of yoongi’s mouth.

“i suppose. i also really do regret hurting her and you like i did. i hope that we can maybe become friends again one day. that is, if you’re up for it.”hoseok smiled for the first time that night. “i’d like that.”

“i’m honestly speechless. that’s quite the story, hoseok.” namjoon breathed, a bit stunned, and hoseok let out a soft chuckle. “yes, it is, isn’t it?” “have you spoken to him since then?”

“a few times. we send other letters every once in a while. we’re not exactly at the level of closeness we were before, but we’re getting there.” namjoon grinned, dimples indenting in his cheeks.

“progress is progress, no matter how little is made.” for the first time in a while, hoseok had never felt so light, and his heart bloomed with happiness, swelling impossibly in his chest, and couldn’t help but return namjoon’s grin with one of his own.

hoseok had a come a long way since that fateful day, when he felt as if happiness was no longer possible for him, no without you in this life, that is. he supposed namjoon was to thank for forcing him to stop sulking in his chambers all the time and go outside to get fresh air.

there were also those rougher days where hoseok would have one too many glasses wine, in a futile attempt to forget about the utter anguish and pain he’d endured. luckily, namjoon was there to take care of him the morning after, when his head was throbbing with a dull ache and his mind felt fuzzy.

taehyung, jimin, and jungkook also made a point to stop by esmeralda every now and then, dragging hoseok to the festivals, which were always full of laughter and pure, unadulterated joy, the smell of sweet candies and other delicacies lingering in the air. then, there was seokjin, who, instead of tutoring him over the ancient history of esmeralda, as his job entailed, amused hoseok by telling him the worst jokes he’d ever heard but still managed to make him laugh anyway.

then, there were the letters. the letters that you and yoongi had written to him, and hoseok kept all of them, for the thought of throwing them away felt cruel. hoseok read each one that came his way, smiling softly at the way you’d describe how happy you were, and that you missed him dearly and wished that he would come and visit sometime.

the letters to yoongi were a bit harder to read, hoseok would admit, for they came from the one person he thought he’d never talk to ever again. yoongi’s letters were short and simple, usually asking how he was doing and miscellaneous things, such as that he saw an adorable cat cross his path, or that he’d bought a huge crate of tangerines from the village farmer.

nonetheless, the letters were always welcome, and hoseok loved reading them word for word, longing for the day when he and yoongi would become friends again, and when he could see you. even though yoongi had wounded him so badly, hoseok secretly didn’t want their friendship to become a thing of the past.

though hoseok had initially resented yoongi for breaking his beloved sister’s heart, he thought deep down that the latter probably had had a reason for doing so. he was glad that yoongi had taken the initiative to repair their friendship, though things had gotten a bit out of hand at first.

all of that led him to this day, this moment, sitting with his closest friend in the royal garden, basking in the warm sun and inhaling the sweet scent of roses. hoseok wasn’t sure how long it’d take him to heal from the pain of the heartbreak you’d caused him, but with namjoon and his friends by his side, he was sure that the process wouldn’t be all the unbearable.

“are you alright? you spaced out for a bit.” namjoon asked, eyebrows furrowing with concern, snapping hoseok out of his mini trance. he shook his head. “i’m fine, just thinking. now, shall we go bother seokjin hyung until he tells us to fuck off?” namjoon grinned. “i’d love nothing more.”

a/n: hi my loves! so this was my first fic for the 1d x bangtan collab <3! i hope you all enjoyed this as much as i did writing it hehe and tysm to honour and cam for being the sweetest people ever and for reading every snippet i sent in our discord groupchat haha anyways i will see you with the joon fic next <3 also, i am still planning on releasing the last two fics of my ‘footnote’ series (i promise i haven’t forgotten about them) and, as always, feedback is always appreciated, and tysm to everyone who has read/liked my stories <3

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Loose Ends (Misfit / Birds of Prey Fan-Script)

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PANEL 1: EXT Night — Wide shot of Central City, the skyline is alight with the hustle and bustle of the big city. The streaks of lights from cars are reminiscent of the city's iconic hero, the Flash.

CAPTION BOX: Central City

PANEL 2: Bird's Eye View of a main street and the side alley between an antiques shop and record store. A few empty cars are parked on the street, no pedestrians are around. It's a tiny sliver of peace in the big city.

PANEL 3: The alley wall of the antiques store explodes out! Bricks shoot into the alley as dust and smoke billow from the hole. Partially obscured from the dust and debris a shadowy figure flees from the antiques store.

SFX: KABOOOM

PANEL 4: HUNTRESS (Helena Bertinelli) stands on the threshold of the destroyed wall. Unloaded crossbow in hand, she touches the communicator in her ear with two fingers.

HUNTRESS: We got a runner!

[Full comic length script below the keep reading, hope you enjoy!]

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PANEL 1: EXT Night — Close up of the smirking face of the FLASH (Wally West). Lightning arcs off him and the panel. Behind him are motion blurred streaks of buildings and lights.

FLASH: Ha, "runner!" I get it

PANEL 2: Huntress runs down the alley, her cape billowing behind her. The background is clearly in focus showing off random beat-up posters littering the walls. They range from obscure metal bands, movies from half a decade ago, and a picture of a roaring bear's face with the words "I'M DEFINITELY NOT A BEAR" above it.

HUNTRESS: I wasn't making a joke, Flash.

FLASH (OVER COMMUNICATOR): Still funny!

HUNTRESS: Ugg. Oracle, you got eyes on our guy?

PANEL 3: INT — ORACLE (Barbara Gordon), sits horseshoed in-between a myriad of monitors that bathe her in green light. Her fingers pick away at her keyboard, the monitors reflect in her glasses. She speaks into her headset.

ORACLE: I've got him on a surveillance feed. He's in the historic section, moving down Dixon Avenue like we planned. Canary? Blackhawk?

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PANEL 1: EXT Night — BLACK CANARY (Dinah Lance) and LADY BLACKHAWK (Zinda Blake) stand side-by-side guarding the end of the cobblestone alley. Black Canary has her arms crossed and Lady Blackhawk has an odd boxy rifle with no barrel hole aimed forwards. The shadowy figure stops mid-way down the street.

BLACK CANARY: He’s here.

PANEL 2: Flash zooms from behind the still running Huntress, she turns her head.

FLASH: Need a lift?

HUNTRESS: Please!

PANEL 3: Lightning discharges all around as Flash skids to a halt, carrying Huntress, blocking the other end of the Alley. THE BIRDS OF PREY and Flash have the figure surrounded!

PANEL 4: Over the shoulder shot of the shadowy figure, Huntress hops out of Flash's arms, crossbow armed and aimed at the figure. Flash has a smug grin.

FLASH: Kilg%re, long time no see buddy. How’ya been?

PANEL 5: Mid shot - reveal of KILG%RE, his nude ken-doll like metallic chrome skin reflects the yellow lampposts' light, half of a sparking arrow bolt pokes out of his chest, a hologram of green square glasses covers his eyes. His left fist clenches in prideful declaration, in his right hand is a larger and thicker than average cell phone-esque device.

CALCULATOR 2.0: The fastest man alive and still late to the party. Kilg%re's gone. I control his body now. I am Calculator 2.0!

CAPTION BOX: Editor's Note: Read Birds of Prey #126-127. Actually, read the whole run!

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PANEL 1: Oracle stares intensely at the live feeds on her monitors. She can see Calculator 2.0 from the front and back through the other Birds of Prey's micro-body camera as well as from above via a security cam.

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): Calculator. He's been lying low ever since he quadruple crossed the Silicone Syndicate and compromised our base in Platinum Flats. He hijacked Kilg%re's consciousness and now can remote control him. Kilg%re's a huge enough threat alone, like an internet Clayface who manipulates metal and electronics. Now under Calculator‟s control that threat‟s grown exponentially.

PANEL 2: INT— Flashback of Calculator 2.0 rampaging inside the Birds of Prey former base as a bandaged up Oracle is wheeled away by fleeing Black Canary, Huntress, and Manhunter.

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): We were caught severely off-guard last time. Thankfully it only cost us things and not anyone's life. We got lucky, but Calculator got away. We can't afford to lose him or who knows when we'll ever be able to track him down again.

PANEL 3: EXT Night — Calculator 2.0 holds up the device in his hand for all to see. It's a MOTHER BOX! His thumb presses the big red button in the center.

CALCULATOR 2.0: Back off! None of you, not even your Oracle know what you're dealing with! Once I integrate this Mother Box into my avatar I'll have access to enough god level tech to kill even Superman! Luthor will pay me billions!

LADY BLACKHAWK: About that.

PANEL 4: Calculator 2.0's arm is blasted apart by energy waves from Lady Blackhawk's gun.

PANEL 5: Close up of the Mother Box hitting the cobblestone ground shattering into pieces.

PANEL 6: Calculator 2.0 is shocked and enraged. Wires whip and sparks shower from what's left of his amputated arm and shoulder.

CALCULATOR 2.0: A fake?

PANEL 7: Flash and Huntress grin knowingly.

FLASH: Sorry dude, but you really shouldn't believe everything you read on your nerd sites. Who even knows who's posting that stuff?

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PANEL 1: Black Canary and Lady Blackhawk close in. Calculator 2.0's exposed wires grab onto the fragments of his arm resembling it.

ORACLE (OVER COMMUNICATOR): Zinda, hit him with the EMP again!

LADY BLACKHAWK: Roger that. Say goodnight, Mister.

PANEL 2: Calculator 2.0 thrusts out his good arm. A metal pipe burst from a wall and impales Lady Blackhawk's EMP gun. Both women jump backwards out of the way.

CALCULATOR 2.0: NO!

PANEL 3: Oracle is shocked too. Her nails dig into the edges of her keyboard. She shouts to her team.

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): No, no, no! He shouldn't have had enough power left to do that!

ORACLE: Everyone keep your distance! He must have upgraded more of Kilg%re's body since we last fought him. Huntress I don't think your EMP arrows will be enough anymore!

PANEL 4: Head shot, literally. An arrow bolt penetrates through one of Calculator 2.0's eyes! His mouth is open wide screaming in silent agony. The hologram glasses around the eye flickers and electricity flings out.

HUNTRESS (OFF-SCREEN): They seem to be working well enough.

PANEL 5: Calculator 2.0 arm finishes repairing but the arrow is still lodged in his eye. More pipes burst from the walls and beneath him, melding into his body as he increases in size and roars! Black Canary puffs her chest out.

CALCULATOR 2.0 (SFX): ROOOOOOAAAARRR!!!

PANEL 6: Calculator 2.0 is slammed through the wall behind him by rings of sound waves from Black Canary's, CANARY CRY!

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PANEL 1: Flash zips near the busted wall. The Birds of Prey close in. Huntress with her crossbow reloaded, Lady Blackhawk pistol drawn, and Black Canary fist clenched.

FLASH: You should really give up dude, these ladies men serious business.

PANEL 2: Spiked metal tendrils, razor sharp claws, and a buzz saw spring from Calculator 2.0's side like additional arms as he lunges at them. The Birds of Prey and raise their arms in defense.

PANEL 3: Same shot. The metal appendages hit the opposite alley wall. A streak of lightning crosses where the three women were.

SFX: Ting Thunk Ding

PANEL 4: Calculator 2.0 stands tall, half as tall as the buildings around him. His body is no longer the smooth chrome but a wicked mechanical monstrosity with one glowing eye while the other still sparks around the arrow. He raises a fist in triumph.

CALCULATOR 2.0: That's right, run away! Nothing you throw at this body can stop me!

(OFF-SCREEN CHARACTER): Except some...

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SPLASH PAGE - MISFIT (Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe) BOUNCES in an explosion of pink sparkling smoke. Her foot plants Huntress's arrow bolt even deeper into Calculator 2.0's face. His body is thrown off balance from the force of her hit.

MISFIT: DARRRRRRRK VENNNNNGEANNNNNCE!

SFX: POOF

CALCULATOR 2.0 (SFX): GAAAAHHHHH!!!

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(PANELS 1-4: Four vertical strips ¾ page tall each with one character.) PANEL 1: Oracle's eyes are bugged out, mouth aghast, hands digging into her hair.

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): Charlie!?

PANEL 2: Lady Blackhawk hollers and cheer, fist pumping in the air.

LADY BLACKHAWK: WOOOOO! Yeah! You show 'em kid!

PANEL 3: Black Canary face palms.

BLACK CANARY: Oracle, why is she here?

PANEL 4: Flash is excited also cheering.

FLASH: That's so cool! Who is she?

ORACLE (OVER COMMUNICATOR): Don't encourage her!

FLASH: Ya know, she looks a lot like you. ...Wait, did you have a ki--

ORACLE (OVER COMMUNICATOR): Wallace Rudolph West, I swear to BATMAN if you finish that thought!!!

PANEL 5: Misfit teleports in front of the four heroes posing her arms held above her. Calculator 2.0 crashes unto the ground behind her kicking up a small dust cloud.

MISFIT: Ta-Da!

SFX: KROOM!

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PANEL 1: Huntress gets right up in Misfit's face staring daggers down at the shorter girl, finger poking her collarbone.

HUNTRESS: I know for a fact you have one of Professor Simone's lecture this evening! You'd better have a damn good reason for cutting class young lady!

PANEL 2: Misfit backs up and throws her hands up, but has a confident look on her face.

MISFIT: Chillax tiger mom. We waited 15 minutes and the prof never showed, everyone knows that means you can legally skip the class. Plus I saw you were in need of some kapow pow when I checked in on receiver that Oracle totally let me have, for real! Besides, isn't delivering justice reason enough?

PANEL 3: Grinning, Lady Blackhawk drags a flailing, foaming at the mouth Huntress backwards. Black Canary smiles towards Misfit.

LADY BLACKHAWK: Good to have ya back, crazy girl!

BLACK CANARY: It is good to see you again, Misfit. We’ve missed you. Things are a lot quie-- Duller around the HQ without you around.

PANEL 4: Flash points upwards with a worried look.

FLASH: Ahh guys, hate to interrupt your reunion but he's getting up!

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PANEL 1: Teeth grit, Oracle hunches closer to the monitor.

ORACLE: Charlie this isn't safe! I already miscalculated this whole thing and I don't need any more variables!

PANEL 2: Misfit holds her hand up to her ear, an annoyed look on her face.

MISFIT: Umm, excuse me, secret identity. It's Misfit when I'm in the field. Besides I'm not a variable, I'm the solution!

PANEL 3: Oracle is un-amused.

ORACLE: Everyone, pull back and retreat! He's too dangerous to fight now! I'm gonna see if I get any more help to you ASAP!

PANEL 4: Calculator 2.0 looks off into space, a wide smile on his robotic face. A sound emits from his body.

CALCULATOR 2.0: They're talking to you, aren't they? The Oracle. I can't hear you... Unbelievable, you found a way to mask your communications even from Kilg%re. But what can you do against this!?

SFX: FZZZZZZZZZZ

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PANEL 1: The green glow from Oracle's monitors is gone, replaced by hissing static on every screen. Oracle desperately shouts into her headset as she slams her fist down popping her keeping into the air.

SFX: HSSSSSSSSS

ORACLE: What!? No! Canary, do you read me? Huntress!? Blackhawk!? Flash!? Misfit!?

PANEL 2: POV - In infrared vision Calculator 2.0's looks out onto the cross street. Dead pixels litter his field of view and the left third of it is static. But he can make out a punch-buggie with five crouched blobs glowing red behind it. He raises a spear arm up.

PANEL 3: The giant metal spear pierces through the side of the car. Shattering glass and deforming the door.

SFX: SKIRSH

PANEL 4: Misfit trembles in place, her eyes the size of pinpricks look down. The tip of the spear is plowed into the asphalt right between her sneakers.

PANEL 5: Huntress hugs Misfit tight against her.

HUNTRESS: I can't get a hold of Oracle! Charlie, get out of the city now! Wally run until you're outta range of whatever he's doing and get the JLA on the horn. We'll distract Calculator for as long as we can, but I'm not sure how effectively we can hold back that robotic bastard!

PANEL 6: Misfit excitedly pulls herself off of Huntress eyes shining.

MISFIT: Wait, he's a robot! Like a robot-robot! I have an idea!

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PANEL 1: Oracle's fingers blaze across her keyboard as fast as if Flash was typing.

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): I'm still online. It must be a localized jamming signal! So I just need eyes far enough away! Waller won't miss a satellite.

PANEL 2: From behind the harpooned car Misfit bounces away in a puff of smoke, Her allies' faces range from confused to terrified.

HUNTRESS: God, please no!

PANEL 3: POV - Satellite. Top-down view of the street as the hulking mass of Calculator 2.0 is lurching towards a ruined car with four people coming from around it. Between the two is a pink shimmering cloud with a small figure in the middle.

ORACLE (OFF-SCREEN): What is she doing!?

PANEL 4: Misfit points dramatically!

MISFIT: Hey Nerd-ulator! Last chance to give up before I drag you outta your mom's basement and enact the most serious Dark Vengeance your butt's ever seen.

PANEL 5: Calculator 2.0 looms over Misfit, his hand high in the air swats down at her like she was a bug.

CALCULATOR 2.0: Kid, I've had it to here with you and all of Oracle's agents! You're going to tell me who and where they are even if I have to torture it out of everyone one of you!

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PANEL 1: Calculator 2.0's hand smashes into the asphalt, pink smoke wafts around the fingers.

SFX: THOOOOM

CALCULATOR 2.0: And your catchphrase doesn't even make sense!

PANEL 2: Flash looks surprised and impressed, Huntress looks ready to put an arrow through Flash's skull.

FLASH: Yours and Bab's kid is pretty fast.

PANEL 3: Calculator 2.0 scans the night sky angry and confused.

MISFIT (OFF-SCREEN): Hater! Now it’s personal!

CALCULATOR 2.0: Where are you? How are you talking before you've reappeared? Why don't you make any sense!?

PANEL 4: Misfit bounces onto Calculator 2.0's back hugging him around the neck, her legs holding onto his sides. Her face is scrunched up concentrating hard. Calculator 2.0's buzz-saw is poised overhead ready to swipe at her.

MISFIT: I'm right here!

PANEL 5: Same shot. Neither Calculator 2.0's buzz-saw, nor any of his other weapons have moved in for the kill. He cocks his head back taking to a grinning Misfit.

CALCULATOR 2.0: I’m too smart to fall for the cliché where you move out of the way and make me hit myself.

MISFIT: Not what I was going for! Let’s Bounce!

PANEL 6: POV - Satellite. A fog of Misfit's pink smoke blankets the street. The silhouettes of the other Birds of Prey and Flash are visible through it, but Misfit and Calculator 2.0 are gone.

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): WHAT!? HOW!? She can teleport something that big with her!?

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PANEL 1: Flash and the Birds of Prey look at each other stunned.

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): Come on, Charlie! Teleport back, teleport back!

PANEL 2: Misfit reappears on top of the impaled punch-buggie lying on her back. Her cheeks are beet red and sweat rolls off her forehead.

MISFIT: PHEW! Wowzers, that was a lot harder than I’d thought it'd be.

PANEL 3: Mid shot of the Birds of Prey's reactions. Huntress's hand over her heart, Black Canary arms crossed but relived, and Lady Blackhawk thinking with her hand pointing lazily to the side.

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): Thank goodness she's safe.

HUNTRESS: Please don't scare me like that again!

BLACK CANARY: Glad you're okay. How in the world did you do that? And where'd you teleport him to? Outside the city?

LADY BLACKHAWK: A cornfield would be smart, none of that high-tech stuff there for him to absorb.

PANEL 4: Misfit still catching her breath lying on the car's roof nonchalantly responds.

MISFIT: The ocean.

PANEL 5: A sea of perplexed faces stare back at her.

MISFIT (OFF-SCREEN): Umm... ya know, like the Atlantic. The middle of it...?

PANEL 6: A labeled map of North America and the Atlantic Ocean has a bright red double headed arrow drawn on it. One arrowhead points at the border of Missouri and Kansas on a dot marked “Central City.” The other arrowhead is in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean with a dot labeled “The Middle of It.” Over and under the line are “3000mi” and “4800km” respectfully.

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PANEL 1: Oracle's screens are all working again. She gawks dumbfounded at Misfit on them.

ORACLE: WHAT!?

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): Insane! Her powers are insane! How do I keep underestimating her? Does she even have limits?

PANEL 2: Misfit flinches on top of the car as Oracle lays into her over her communicator. Black Canary, unperturbed, interrupts Oracle.

ORACLE (OVER COMMUNICATOR): Charlie. Misfit... First off, all that was incredibly reckless and stupid! Futhermore--

BLACK CANARY (INTERRUPTING): Go easy on her, Babs.

PANEL 3: Oracle, cheeks glowing, composes herself.

ORACLE: What exactly happened?

PANEL 4: Misfit's hands wave about in the air as she mimics her recap.

MISFIT: When Huntress reminded me he was just a robot and the real Calculator wasn't piloting it I knew I could safely bounce with it. I've thought a lot about how to deal with giant robots ever since what happened with Tabby.

CAPTION BOX: Editor's Note: Birds of Prey #113

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PANEL 1: Flash scratches the back of his head. Misfit makes a popping gesture with one hand.

FLASH: Wait, you can't teleport other people?

MISFIT: If I do they explode.

PANEL 2: Flash cocks his head wide-eyed and makes two finger-guns. Misfit lifts her head up panic explaining hands flailing.

FLASH: Noted!

MISFIT: It's not by choice! Like, anything organic, I guess, that isn't me explodes. But not food, and that's organic right... Umm Babs-- err, Ms. Gord-- ahh, I mean, Oracle might be better able to explain! Please?

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): No. No, I cannot.

ORACLE (OVER COMMUNICATOR): I’ll schedule us some time to test your powers more in-depth.

PANEL 3: Misfit sits up swinging her legs over the car.

MISFIT: Anyway, yeah, I remembered Oracle briefing us about Kilg%re actually being like a living computer virus program and it just makes totally metal bodies. So, that means they're Bounce-able! And I just dropped him in the ocean ‘cause water breaks computers and stuff. Short-circuiting, right?

ORACLE (OVER COMMUNICATOR): Not exactly. Kilg%re’s bodies don’t operate like traditional electronics.

PANEL 4: EXT Night — Flashback - Aerial shot of Misfit dropping Calculator 2.0 in the ocean. She hangs in mid-air surrounded by her pink teleportation clouds.

MISFIT (UNCONNECT SPEECH BUBBLE): Oh... Well, umm, I bounced a few times in mid-air keeping an eye out for him but he just plummeted straight down and didn't come back up.

ORACLE (OVER COMMUNICATOR): With how dense he must be I'm not surprised. In fact, if he didn't react quickly enough the water pressure probably crushed a lot of the body beyond repair. You might have even teleprted his body out of the Calculator’s mental link range.

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PANEL 1: Head slouched and eyes closed, Oracle rubs the bridge of the nose, her hand pushing her glasses up.

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): Mera's gonna kill us when she finds out Misfit just trashed Calculator 2.0 into the ocean. In the meantime I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but I gotta start cutting Misfit some slack if I want her to ever listen to any of us and follow orders.

ORACLE: Great job, Misfit. You diffused that situation rather admirably.

PANEL 2: Misfit springs up on top of the car, her eyes are shining and fists clenched over her mouth.

PANEL 3: The others explode into cheers of victory, Huntress nods her head and Misfit basks in the praise.

BLACK CANARY: Very impressive, Misfit!

LADY BLACKHAWK: Nice going, squirt!

FLASH: That was incredible!

PANEL 4: Misfit hops up on top of the car. She shoots finger guns at Flash and winks.

MISFIT: Thank you, thank you! That's right I‟m just that flavor of high intensity awesome sauce. And please feel free to do a lil' Flash photography!

PANEL 5: Lightning discharges off Flash and a red blurred path is behind him as he takes a photo of Misfit with a polaroid camera with the flash on.

FLASH: I love her! Central City could always use another hero. We could add a spot in the Flash Museum for you.

MISFIT (OFF-SCREEN): Really!?

PANEL 6: Huntress spins and pushes Flash backwards.

HUNTRESS: Not happening, speedster. She's a full-time student first and foremost.

MISFIT (OFF-SCREEN): Boooooo!

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PANEL 1: Oracle is surprised, leaning into the monitor with the satellite feed.

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): I’ll let Charlie have her moment. But for now it's back to square one trying to hunt down Calculator. Wait. Is that...

PANEL 2: Close in on the computer monitor with the satellite feed. About a half-dozen pop-ups with warning icons are on the screen that say “Remote connection detected”, “Unauthorized access requested”, and “Do you trust this source?”

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): Calculator!

PANEL 3: EXT Night — A motel in the middle of nowhere. A few cars and vans are in the lot and a couple of room lights are on. The motel sign reads “FREE WI-FI!”

CAPTION BOX: Keystone City Outskirts

(SPEECH BUBBLE FROM MOTEL ROOM): ALL I SAW WAS WATER!

PANEL 4: INT — Inside the motel suite the human version of CALCULATOR (Noah Kuttler) is screaming and furiously pounding his fingers into his laptop's keyboard. The bed is unmade and discarded takeout boxes are strewn around the room.

CALCULATOR: What the hell did that kid do to my avatar! Come on! Come on! I know the US doesn't have this good of security on its satellites.

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PANEL 1: Close up of Oracle's smiling pursed lips.

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): I know this proxy server. I bought this proxy server! And a half dozen others, waiting for my fish.

ORACLE: Oh Calculator, your IP is showing.

PANEL 2: Misfit and Flash look at each other grinning like mad.

ORACLE (OVER COMMUNICATOR): Misfit. Flash. Care to have a little race?

PANEL 3: Over the shoulder of Calculator smacking the side of his laptop, a login pop-up is on the screen.

(OFF-SCREEN CHARACTER): Have you tried the password, “password”?

CALCULATOR: Of course, that was within the first 65535 guesses from my brute force--

PANEL 4: Terrified, Calculator spins around in his swivel chair staring up at Misfit cracking her knuckles.

MISFIT: Ready for that beat down I promised ya?

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PANEL 1: Calculator spins his head and sees Flash leaning against his doorframe.

FLASH: Give 'em a wedgie from me while you're at it!

PANEL 2: Calculator thrusts him arm out at Misfit, from behind him is laptop warps around his arm shooting straight at her.

CALCULATOR: DIIIIIIEEEEEE!

PANEL 3: ¾ Splash page - Misfit bursts fist-first from her pink smoke perpendicular to Calculator decking him square across his face. His jaw flies open, glasses cracked knocked off his head, as he gets thrown from his chair.

MISFIT: DARK VENGEANNNNCE

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PANEL 1: EXT Day — Outside the Birds of Prey‟s current headquarters.

CAPTION BOX: The Next Day Gotham City

ORACLE (CAPTION BOX): We turned Calculator over to the JLA. Doctor Light confirmed all the nanites in his bloodstream and brain have been scrubbed clean. He can look forward to spending the next eternity in a federal cell without internet access. In his motel room we also found locked tightly away Kilg%re's source code hard drive. I suggested pitching it into the nearest black hole, but the JLA elected to store it themselves under lock and key.

PANEL 2: Oracle, Black Canary, Huntress, Lady Blackhawk, and Misfit are all in a bright and nicely furnished living room in their street clothes. Everyone is sitting down giggling except Misfit who's standing on a sofa chair punching the air.

MISFIT: Then I was all, "CRUNCH-ETH, Taste the Dark Vengeance!‟ And he got knocked back three-hundred feet, ZLONK and begged "Oh Misfit, you're too tough I surrender, wahhh!”

PANEL 3: Black Canary looks at Huntress and Oracle chin resting on hand and a sly grin. Oracle rolls her eyes but Huntress is smirking back at Black Canary, one arm wrapped around Oracle.

BLACK CANARY: I think she's gets it from both of you.

HUNTRESS: You're just jealous that since you're hitched to Queen, I get Babs all to myself.

ORACLE: Could you two not?

PANEL 4: Lady Blackhawk chimes in, turning up the snark. Huntress looks off to the side.

LADY BLACKHAWK: Helena, didn't cha have a thing for the Question? Both of them, actually?

HUNTRESS: Pfft, like I'd ever date anybody without a face. ...Twice.

PANEL 5: Huntress and Black Canary lean towards each other looking and laughing at Oracle.

BLACK CANARY: What do you say Babs, will you give me another shot? I know I've got a kid, but you do seem to be great with Sin.

HUNTRESS: If one of us doesn't propose soon, Grayson might finally work up the courage to ask. And next thing we know Babs will have suitors lining up around the block.

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PANEL 1: Misfit slides up next to Oracle enjoying the bickering. Oracle snorts out a laugh.

MISFIT: This is way better than any reality TV show.

ORACLE: SNNNRT

PANEL 2: Oracle wheels herself between Black Canary and Huntress. Lady Blackhawk is cackling from her sofa chair.

ORACLE: Before this nightmare of discussing my romantic life continues, I'd like to make an announcement.

PANEL 3: Huntress, Black Canary, and Lady Blackhawk stand beside and behind Oracle.

ORACLE: Charlie, I discussed this with the rest of the team last night. And we all agreed that we want you to be a full-fledged member of the team.

PANEL 4: Close up on Misfit’s face, a cross between gobsmacked and excited.

MISFIT: For real!?

PANEL 5: The rest of the team claps as Misfit jumps in air cheering in utter joy.

MISFIT: Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I‟m officially a member of the BIRDS OF PREY!

HUNTRESS: But you still have to attend all your classes and finish all your school work!

THE END

#Misfit Day #Misfit #Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe #Birds of Prey #fan script #DC comics #Oracle #Huntress #Black Canary #Lady Blackhawk #Flash #this took forever to edit for tumblr formatting

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K and T for the ask game?

Thanks for the ask, anon.

K: What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

This might be totally unbelievable but I love the development of Kyrestia, even if it fall a bit flat in compare to others but what we see is amazing and shows just how much she cares for her people. When we first met her in the Afterlives Short, she appeared cold and incorrigible. Like 90% of the gods she is set in her way and sees only her way as right, tolerating now straying from her ways making her almost dictatorial. Already during the kyrian campaign we see her getting more receptive to the real problems of her people, how important it actually is to keep some mortal virtues and how that stoic path of hers was building a rift. The final "re-opening" of her eyes to the worth those mortal "flaws" was when mortals saved her life at the Spires. Not just saved by the mortal that helped her people whenever possible in this crisis but also strangers, sworn to her siblings came to her aid. Resulting in first real change at the end of 9.0 campaign when she admitted her fault and was sorry for not listening to Devos. After that and especially during 9.1. we see her trying to make things right for her people and ,maybe as a final apology to Devos, she is willing to listen to the forsworn and work with them. Instead of putting up a Paragon that SHE sees fit, she anointed Adrestes who had proven himself to the Forsworn and the Kyrian without being afraid of doing things that might be wrong but helped all kyrian. Showing, that for maybe the first time, she works WITH the paragons and not THROUGH them. She is willing to change the path that was in place since Bastion was created because it is better for her people. She learned that even a god can be wrong and that sometimes change is needed and even the most powerful cam still learn a thing or two.

T: Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Ascended display many birdlike behaviors and NO ONE can change that for me. When bathing for example, they shake their wings like birds do to get water everywhere and also shake their wings dry like that. Another very loved HC of mine is displaying to loved ones. Presenting their plumage to them or just vibrating their wings in excitement when their loved one is nearing.

#ask game #kyrian #kyrian ascended #kyrestia #kyrestia the firstborne

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lowrollshighhopes · 2 years

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Sunland Episode 74: Introducing Merritie

After gazing at the wound in the world for a while, the summoner turned to the other slaves and suggested turning over the remains of the devil’s camp to search for useful things. While George and Harmony unearthed the skymade weapons and as yet unforged pieces of sky, the summoner found his spellbook, along with the spellbook of the goblin. He cast a spell and a doorway appeared. He invited all and sundry to enter and refresh themselves, although his mentioning of an unnamed payment made the devil-tormented slaves deeply suspicious.

Meanwhile, Cam had walked forward, feeling the natural energy flowing past her and out into the dark space beyond this reality. Not all of it, some of it snagged on her, and she felt a warmth over her chest, where she kept her apple tree seed. She fished it out and looked at it, and as she watched, a curl of steam rose from it, as it started to germinate in her hand.

More than germinate, it started to grow, as it absorbed the vast amount of energy around it. Cam cast plant growth, and desert immediately erupted with wildflowers under everyone’s feet, blooming and seeding, the seeds germinating before they hit the ground. Cam placed the seed, and as soon as the dangling roots touched the ground they burrowed in, and as Cam held on to the new tree she was lifted up into the air. One of the slaves stuck his head through the door to let the mage know magic was afoot outside.

Cam felt movement in her pack, and opened it as her now-adult fire beetles made a bid for freedom. The dirt she’d kept them in erupted with fungi and plants. The lightning spear that once belonged to Vibren’s father also started to change, growing in power on her back. Cam decided it was time to climb down, lost her grip, but the mage slowed her fall.

He introduced himself as Merritie, and explained that his magical mansion could provide them with all they desire, and the cost was merely that he wanted an audience for a show that evening.

Hope took herself off for a bath while George introduced the party. Who they all were and how they came to be there, was a long tale indeed, but Harmony had been making notes.

Over the course of the day a new biome was taking form, shaped by Cam’s magic, and powered by the raw essence that flowed so freely in Sunland. It could not be a permanent solution, but the flow of energy out of the world had been staunched. The tree produced a single huge fruit, like a pine cone, and at its heart were two seeds grown together, one darker and one lighter.

The slaves took advantage of the mansion, but also returned to watch Cam, holding discussions among themselves. The party identified some items and bestowed scrolls they’d all but forgotten about upon Merritie.

That evening, while Cam struggled to stay awake, the wizard put on the promised show, an entirely entertaining and mostly true recount of his own life up to this point.

Resting in the mansion did indeed provide everything one could with for, and the next morning they emerged into a forest, still growing, but more slowly. The first birds had arrived.

The ex-slaves had clearly been discussing things, and none of them had any real desire to return to Silring, Grand Visakt, or Zabamaier, and they wanted to stay in this new forest. Cam did not want them touching her tree, and they promised to obey any rules she set down.

Hope summoned Gabe, but now he took the form of a golden pegasus, and while George climbed the tree, Cam took elemental form and Hope gave Merritie a lift to examine the wound in the sky more closely.

As they approached, their minds were assaulted by the alien power of that place, and Merritie felt a compulsion to get closer, that great and terrible knowledge and power lay just beyond. Hope was able to grab him and use protective magic to help him free himself, and they descended. It was clear they didn’t yet have the means to scar the wound, as Siroccos had suggested.

Cam asked Harmony to send a message to the druids to summon them, and Merritie provided a mansion for the ex-slaves for at least the next day. He also produced a large illusion of Cam that would speak a message to anyone that approached.

It was the best they could do, and Cam opened a portal in the giant tree and took them back to the irrigated farms outside Zabamaier. Hope paid for Merritie’s visitor token, and they entered the city.

#lrhh #lrhh: sunland

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critter-catcher · 9 months

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Unrestrained summer fun!!!

#this video brings me more joy than like anything #birds taking baths is so cute #animals #trail cam #nature #critters #wild life #wildlife #birds #unrestrained summer fun #cat birds #gray cat bird #and its #wer beast Wednesday #too!#cute

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orewasurflessons · 10 months

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ostdrossel · 1 year

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It is a little bit crazy

that we basically had summer weather until last week, but now things have returned to much more normal. While I don’t like freezing, I know how to protect myself and believe that nature in our area needs the four seasons to properly thrive year round, so I am very happy about the frosty temperatures we are currently getting. The heated bird baths are doing their work, and I noticed a lot more visitors at the peanut butter branch cam. There is one lone Grackle left. I am sure it will make it even if it stays all winter but this is a first.

#birds #backyard birds #Common Grackle #birds of Michigan #birds of north america #pure Michigan #birdwatching #birdlovers #nature #fall 2022 #Ostdrossel #birdphotography

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queenofnabooty · 1 year

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Ficlet Week Challenge (schedule here)

Day 7: I Guess it Comes From My Childhood - scene of a character when they’re a minor (or if already minor in canon, younger than “present” age)

Edward Coulter - His Dark Materials

The summer was the hottest of the century. Never had Brytain sold so many shorts the demand was higher than ever. The little girls began to wear them too, the older ones not permitted and forced into long skirts that would stick to the sweat on their legs. It was a good summer for Edward Coulter to be thirteen years old.

His family decided to take up residence in lake country to wait out the heat wave. It was a gorgeous home, nothing short of wonderful. That was the summer that Edward’s uncle came to stay.

Andrew was charming and fun. No other relative would be willing to play hide and seek with him or let him take the wheel of the car to drive off road. Edward’s father didn’t like him much, and for the first bit of summer there was no rhyme or reason why. Edward’s father was reserved, a man of view words, a man comfortable in his role and desiring nothing more. No wonder the uncle was more appealing to a little boy’s sensibilities.

Edward’s father wanted him to learn how to fish. He said that the stillness required in the activity was a necessary skill no matter the path a man takes in life. Edward would rather shoot birds, or any bigger game. There was no fun in fishing when you couldn’t see the prey until it was already writhing on the hook. That’s how Andrew would explain it when he snuck his nephew out to practice his aim.

He would speak to the boy frankly about life, namely women and sex, a real education. It made Edward feel like he was finally being treated like a real person and not some lump of clay only there to be molded. His mother remained neutral in the tug and pull between the two men that summer, though she spent most of her time confined to the walls of her room or sun bathing no farther than the patio line. She never went into the water.

It was a surprise when she announced that Uncle Andrew would have to go only halfway through that sweltering summer. “He’s spent all the time with us he can afford.”

It was a wound to the heart, the only one who really understood him leaving him to be stuck with fishing lessons and a mother who wouldn’t say more than one hundred words in a day.

“Don’t question your mother,” Edward’s father commanded, “We say he goes, he goes.”

“So you told him to leave.”

“He was not behaving in an appropriate manner for a guest.”

Edward stomped his feet, “Why do you always talk like that! Why can’t you ever sound like a normal person! He’s family! What did he do?”

“Firstly, there’s the issue of the dead game that the servants have been told to manage. Did you think I wouldn’t hear about that?”

His mother interjected, “You aren’t old enough to be handling a gun.”

“Boys my age learn how to hunt younger than I am now,” Edward huffed. His parents were conspiring against him to limit him, to take away any resource he had against them. He had read literature in school where wicked fathers feel threatened by their sons’ strength and work to stifle them before they can be fully grown. “I’m telling him to stay.”

“You have no authority. If you’re going to throw a tantrum, you can have one upstairs.”

The best rebellion he could think of was to go outside. No one cam for him to continue the fight, no one cared as much to. As if their two minds were connected, Andrew was already waiting for him with a smile on his face. His gorgeous car was being loaded up with his things, the staff kept their eyes to the ground and steered clear out of the man’s way. One of the maids shrunk her head into her shoulders when Andrew threw a smile in her direction. His hand found the hood of the car and rested as if the heat that was surely generating off it couldn’t hurt him in the slightest.

Before Edward could open his mouth, Andrew spoke, “It’s going to be alright. Your father doesn’t like to be disagreed with, does he?”

Edward shook his head.

Andrew stepped forward and leaned down to make them eye level. “Can you give your mum a squeeze for me and let her know I said I’ll see her when she comes back to town?”

“I will,” Edward threw himself into his uncle’s arms and hugged him tightly.

The action took Andrew by surprise, but he allowed his nephew this burst of affection before prying him away. “Keep practicing your aim, Eddie.”

Edward stood and watched as his uncle got into his car and drove away. He waited until the vehicle began to mix with the heat lines on the ground before turning back to the house getting ready for the follow-up lecture that waited for him.

His father had disappeared, but his mother remained sitting alone on the couch. She smiled at Edward, and patted the place next to her.

Edward walked to her, but remained standing. “Uncle Andrew says he’ll see you in town.”

His mother took a shaky breath, “Your father was doing me a favor. If you want to be angry with someone be angry with me, not him.”

“Why?” Edward made sure that single word was full of indigence.

“We didn’t invite him here. He arrived all on his own. Andrew has many faces, and the kindest one is shown to you.” His mother clenched her jaw, “You’re going to need to trust me. He’s a dangerous man. No care for family or their boundaries...” She pulled the skirt of her dress lower.

That gesture meant nothing to Edward at the time. At the time, he was so angry all he heard was excuses and lies. But later, he would remember that motion with blinding clarity.

#edward coulter #hdm fanfic #hdm #ficlet week challenge #mine

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Sunday 31 July 2022

This Week’s Garden Life

very old and dim phone pic of when the ducks used to visit for a dip

As I’ve been documenting, we finally got around to renovating our decades old, neglected garden pond and it really is a learning curve this time, because when it was put in, someone else did all the work and presented us with the finished article - all of which had either died off or degraded so that we were left with what the girls nicknamed The Swamp. Ugh.

This is where we want to get to, although our base is less rocks and more largish pebbles and the sides of our pond shelve much more gently for half the perimeter.

The first visitors to the pond were extremely plentiful, but not particularly exciting and I had to make some enquiries to identify them - they were literally all over the surface.

stock photo from the internet

I had no idea what the flies were. After photos and asking on Twitter I found that they’re colourful Semaphore Flies - Poecilobothrus nobilitatus, a common insect found on the surface of ponds. Apparently the adults are typically found wherever there is pond-weed or algae and we certainly didn’t have either and still don’t, the blue dye has been keeping it at bay so far. They seem to have disappeared now and it’s mainly pond skaters and quite big, black, diving beetles that we see.

The adult flies are predatory (and so are the larvae) feeding on a range of invertebrates and, I read, mosquito larvae, which I was pretty pleased to learn. The photo above is a male, as told by the white tips on the wings.

While I’m on the subject of reproducing, I had to get help to identify this jelly-like sack. Every couple of days I have to clear the spray nozzles on the solar fountains. The holes are tiny and very easily blocked with any bit of grass, leaf or petal that enters the pond. I know this appeared more or less overnight. It’s apparently from a pond snail. I’m constantly amazed how these creatures find the water.

I put this particular photo on my other blog page, which is shorter entries and less text. You could find it HERE if you’d like a look. I’ve included it again because it’s one of the blue damselflies, but not one I usually see. It’s the White Legged type.

Not fabulous photos, but considering my buzzard pics are usually of mere specs in the sky, I was pleased to be able to track this one as we sat down by the pond one afternoon. At least you can tell for yourself what it is. They’re amazing birds.

Whenever we go down the garden, and he’s around, we always get company. This is from when I put the sun dial on a log by the pond and of course, it had to be investigated immediately.

We hadn’t filled the pond overly full, so we leave room for when the inevitable downpours start, but as you can see, we’ve found the level’s dropped hugely during this recent hot spell. We have had a couple of cloudbursts and the odd half a dozen spots of rain, but they haven’t had any impact and now, of course, we’re all having to use water very carefully.

Our local reservoir is the largest in the south east and it’s currently at 64% capacity. The lowest this century was about 38%, so it’s not yet at crisis point but we all need to do our bit to preserve levels and supplies wherever we live.

We’ve always been fairly water conscious, neither of us bathe as we prefer to shower anyway, we’re collecting rain water to use in the garden as much as possible, we never water the lawn like we used to, and not washing the windows or the car as much as Crow might like etc etc, but we do need to pass the word round and continue the whole War on Waste.

In other garden news, I brought the trail cam in from the woods because I really wasn’t capturing any footage and it’s not found anything out of the ordinary yet, but what it does do is promote that feeling that once we’ve gone to bed the garden’s a magical place turned over to whichever creatures want to come out and play.

So far we’ve got stills and footage of wood pigeon, starlings, blackbirds and crow, squirrels and rabbits - all of which we see during the day anyway, but also a fox, who we see very occasionally during daylight hours, but we’ve found out that she has two cubs and we hadn’t seen or heard them at all.

My sunflowers in a tub are starting to bloom. They were just from seeds in the garden bird seed, so not particularly great shakes, but it always delights me to have grown something, because it’s such a rare event. To get better results I was going to transplant them in to the flower bed, but on balance decided they had a better chance of survival in a tub where the rabbits and Inspector Pritchard were more likely to leave them alone. So far, so good.

The almost done for rose that’s in a dust bath under the line of trees, is coming back to life with my TLC. In the Autumn we’ve going to get the rose bushes from this area up and transplant them somewhere more hospitable.

No problem with growing weeds though, even through the membrane topped with stones as this ragwort shows, brambles too - they get everywhere and we need to get pulling them up and digging them out where possible.

Yesterday I took the batteries out of the trail cam to recharge them and wouldn’t you know, forgot to re-set the clock, so these times are more than12 hours adrift. The solar lights had gone out so I think, that must be someone’s eye reflected and, I got so excited WHAT ELSE IS THAT (above the last 2 in 2022)???!!!?? Could it be one of the big three I’m looking for? The big three being deer (fairly likely) badger (a bit of a long shot, but possible) or hedgehog - who I am dearly looking forward to welcoming back to the garden again. I scour the grass for evidence that they’ve been here and I think they may visit, but, you know, after all the rabbit, peacock and fox leavings, I do sometimes wonder if my tracking instincts start to morph to my own agenda. Anyway, can you see it? the little hedgehog that triggered the camera. Aaaaaaw. I was so excited to tell Crow. I have to admit that as I was telling and showing him, his facial expression was a cross between sheepishness maybe? and amusement.

The snippets don’t download in chronological order for some strange reason and a later photo exposed that I was a victim of an inadvertent ‘hoax’

What do you make of it?

A still from the earlier evening before it got dark gave the game away.

My pleasure was dashed.

Here it is in full colour.

With added peacock for scale.

Inspector Pritchard and the one remaining long tail feather studying the scene of the mystery

Crow had thrown out half of a round loaf which had been forgotten and gone hard. It had rolled down the garden and unintentionally landed in the camera’s field of vision. Gaaah! so no hedgehogs as yet then. We live in hope. I’m off to reinstall the memory card and change the clock for tonight and at the next download I’ll be sure to look for the earliest photo and footage first!

#gardens ponds birds nature pranked flies damselfly

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