#crossover queen strikes again

[choicesficwriterscreations]

Thank you to our creators who have submitted their Top 5 fics of 2023! I know this is a terribly difficult task. After all, I did it myself! But I've always felt this list was the more important of the two - it's not about the numbers; it's about the works that nourished their creator's souls and brought them joy. So, thanks to each of you for sharing with us! Links to all stories can be found below the break!

@aallotarenunelma ✒️

Moonlit Hearts (IL/ID Crossover/AU) - Original Characters

Childhood Memories (ILW) - Lincoln McQuoid x NB!MC

Close to the Flame (ILW) - Lincoln McQuoid x NB!MC

Another Sun Will Rise (ILITW) - Dan Pierce x MC

Indigo Blood (ID) - Cas Harlow x MC

@angelasscribbles ✒️

The DeFacto Queen (TRR) Ⓜ️ - Drake x MC, Liam x MC

A Fervid Fixation (TRR) Ⓜ️ - Drake Walker x MC

The Dark Kingdom (TRR) Ⓜ️ - Drake x MC, Liam x MC

In Your Room Masterlist (TRR) Ⓜ️ - Drake Walker x Leo Rys

Laws End (TRR) Ⓜ️- Drake Walker x MC, Liam Rys x MC

@baldwinboy5ive 🎨and ✒️

Aerin Prison Visit (BOLAS) 🎨- Aerin Valleros x F!MC

The Right Path (BOLAS) ✒️- Aerin Valleros x F!MC

Name on the Wall (BOLAS) ✒️- Aerin Valleros x F!MC

Bye-Bye Baldur (BOLAS) 🎨- Aerin Valleros

Aerin x Raine Fanart (BOLAS) 🎨- Aerin Valeros x MC

@cariantha ✒️

All He Wanted (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Hey Stranger (OH) Ⓜ️ - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

For You, I Will (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

War & Peace (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

A Solid Strategy (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@coffeeheartaddict2 ✒️

Everybody Hurts Sometimes, Ch. 7 Ⓜ️(OH) - Ethan Ramsey, MC

Love in all Forms (OH) - Ethan Ramsey, F!OC, Tobias Carrick

Power to Overcome (OH) - F!MC, Aurora Emery

Everybody Hurts Sometimes, Ch. 15 Ⓜ️(OH) - Ethan Ramsey, etc.

Desire Ⓜ️(OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@inlocusmads ✒️

Past Lives (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

Music for the Lost (and Found) (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

The Feverish Itch (Guinevere) - Guinevere, Queen Artura, F!Lancelot

Cross Your Heart and Set it Ablaze (COP) Trystan Thorne x F~!MC

The Bow That Burned Bright (BOLAS) - F!Elf!MC, Kade

@jerzwriter ✒️

A Mother's Journal Ⓜ️(WTD) - Eli Sipes

What's Forever For Ⓜ️(OH/AU) - Tobias Carrick, F!MC

Breathe Again (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

A Bit Dark (OH) - F!MC x F!OC

I Do, Me Too (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@ladylamrian ✒️

Welcome to the World of Night (NB) - NB Side Characters

A Meeting in Wyoming (NB) - Nik Ryder x F!MC

Towards the Future (NB) - Nik Ryder x F!MC

Duty & Pleasure (NB) - Nik Ryder x F!MC

Sweet & Tender Hearts (NB) - Original Characters

@liaromancewriter ✒️

La Vie Avec Toi (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC, Sienna Trinh x M!OC

Late Shift (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

The Reluctant Valentine (OH) - Sienna Trinh x M!OC

When the Clock Strikes Twelve (OH/AU) - Sienna Trinh x M!OC

Breaking News (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@moominofthevalley ✒️

The Haunting, Part 1 (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

Turpentine (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

The Girl With the Glass (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

I Will (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

Future Days (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

@peonierose ✒️

Wildflower (OH) - Keiki Lahela x M!OC

Kintsugi (OH) - Original Characters

Summer's Kiss (OH) - Bryce Lahela x F!OC

I'm a Sucker for You (OH) - Bryce Lahela x F!OC

Rose All Day (OH) - Bryce Lahela, Keiki Lahela, OCs

@stars-are-within-me ✒️

The Rain (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

Reflections (BOLAS) - Aerin Valleros

A Day Off (COP) - Trystan Thorne x MC

In the Gray (COP) - Eveline Goncharov, Maksim Thorne, etc.

The Lonely Prince (BOLAS) - Aerin Valleros x MC

@storyofmychoices ✒️

Shadows & Deceptions: A Royal Murder Mystery (Crossover/AU)

Can I Have This Dance? (OH) - Bryce Lahela x F!OC

Shadows of Hope (BOLAS) - Mal Volari x F!MC

The Quest for Daenarya (BOLAS) - Mal Volari x F!MC

Dealing with a Narcissist (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

@tessa-liam ✒️

Smoke & Mirrors, Ch. 11 Ⓜ️(TRR) - Liam Rys x MC

Cappadocia Ⓜ️ (TRR) - Liam Rys x MC

Marabelle, Ch. 2 Ⓜ️ (TRR) - Liam Rys x F!OC

Turning the Page, Ch. 5 Ⓜ️ (TRR) - Liam Rys x F!OC

Ti Amo Molto Ⓜ️ (TRR) - Liam Rys x MC

@trappedinfanfiction ✒️

Fast Break, Epilogue (OH/AU) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

What's in a Name? (COP) - Trystan Thorne

Crossroads Ⓜ️(OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

By Your Side (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

A New Neighbor (COP) - Trystan Thorne x F!MC

@zealouscanonindeer ✒️

Dangerous Games Ⓜ️ (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Naughty & Nice (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Like Whom? (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Roots (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Drunken Nights (OH) - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

#choices fic writers creations #creator top 5 #playchoices #choices stories you play #it lives anthology #immortal desires #the royal romance #blades of light and shadow #open heart #crimes of passion #guinevere #wake the dead #nightbound #choices fanfic #choices fanart #playchoices fanfic #playchoices fanart #long post

[stormiclown]

I know I might get bashed like hell for this but I don't care: Chat Noir and Ladybug are realistically the weakest Cat and Ladybug miraculous holders of their respective legacies.

And it's not just them. Every single Parisian hero of the current generation, from Rena Rouge to Viperion, are significantly weaker in terms of skill and power than their predecessors.

This isn't their fault entirely, as Ladybug and co have more disadvantages than the heroes that have come before them and there are those who don't take the job seriously [Chat Noir and Queen Bee].

They're Very Young

The first most glaring issue is the fact that they are still minors. The most consistent rule of the show is that a miraculous being used by a child is like the free trial version of a streaming service. Five minutes after using their special power, they will de-transform and will need to feed their kwami to resume their transformation. Unlike Hawkmoth and Mayura who can keep up their transformation even after using an akuma/amok, Ladybug and Chat Noir have to proceed with caution because they aren't grownups which limits their ability to fight all out. This is especially the case with Chat Noir and Ladybug as they are the main superheroes and characters used to emphasize this rule.

If the wiki is to be believed, then previous Ladybugs like La Déesse Coccinelle, Piao Chong, Tentomushi, Jeanne d'Arc (in the mlb universe), and Mudangbeolle were all adults according to their respective time periods and didn't have the same restrictions that the current Ladybug has. The same could be said about previous foxes, bees, turtles, snakes etc.

They Lack the Necessary Training

The second drawback that Marinette and Adrien have are their backgrounds. More specifically, their comfortable lifestyles. Marinette in particular, went from a clumsy girl who lived a normal life to a beloved superheroine in just one day. Not that there's anything wrong with that on a character level, but on a logical level it makes sense for her to be ill prepared for the duties of a hero at first. She was thrusted into it suddenly with no training [something I see is regularly addressed in crossover fanfictions with Batman and the DCU] or any background in combat, the latter she had to learn on her own. Though it's hinted at that Sabine is an exceptional fighter, it's pretty clear that she taught none of it to Marinette.

Adrien at least has some combat training in the form of fencing which is evident in the way he uses his staff like a fencing saber. But as someone who has been fencing since I was seven and been up against many talented opponents, Adrien strikes me as mediocre at best. He beats Kagami in Riposte sure, but by real fencing standards Adrien would be slaughtered by someone who had been trained their entire life to be an Olympic worthy fencer [Kagami].

I'm bringing this up because literally every past Ladybug, Black, and others have experience in combat, were vigilantes in armies, were warriors before using their miraculous, or fought in actual wars therefore becoming hardened veterans. In this category Adrien [again, even though he's mediocre] and Kagami are the only heroes of the current generation who have previous training in the form of a combat-oriented sport. Though, in my opinion, Kagami as Ryuko is the only hero that can hold a candle to her predecessors.

Alya, Nino, and Chloe are also very weak in this regard due to the aforementioned reasons above. They all have comfortable lifestyles and were thrusted into the world of heroes without any training or focus. Chloe nearly ran into a wall because she wasn't paying attention and Alya needed to be guilt tripped into giving the miraculous to Ladybug by Trixx. You can make the argument that the miraculous costumes make up for their lack of actual experience, which is 100% valid, but I can also argue that having battle training or any sort of athleticism can make a hero even more effective. I don't know if this is an unpopular opinion, but Kagami will always be the most effective and skilled temporary hero as evidenced by her being able to piece together her transformation phase, her attention to detail, her impressive battle awareness and her ability to right her mistakes [jumping into the fight without listening to Ladybug's plan in Ikari Gozen] with her quick thinking. Say what you will about her, but Kagami is objectively the best candidate to be a permanent hero, especially since Chat Noir has been demoted to sidekick/temporary hero status.

[Kim is also an athletic person, but his skill is in swimming, which isn't helpful unless he has an aqua form, which he doesn't so ehh]

They Have Little to No Knowledge of Their Own Powers

The third thing that the heroes have going against them is their lack of knowledge about their powers. By this point in the series, the heroes are just going with the flow and figuring things out for themselves as they go along.

As we know, these are the first heroes since the Order of the Guardians was destroyed. This context is important because in Feast, we learn that countless grimoires and Miracle Boxes burned away or eaten.

The miraculous date back to Ancient Times so there had to have been thousands of years of documented information about the miraculous of the Chinese Miracle Box. I'm not even going to say it's an assumption. It has to be a fact that there were secrets about each miraculous including how to train each Guardian that would have been extremely helpful to Ladybug and the others if they had access to it. Master Fu is responsible for tens of thousands of years' worth of knowledge being snuffed out in just one night.

This puts the heroes who wielded a miraculous after the Order was destroyed at a significant, almost sad disadvantage to those who were heroes before the Order fell. It's highly likely that after gaining their miraculous, previous heroes had access to the archive in which they could learn to utilize their powers to their absolute fullest potential. Whereas with the current heroes, it feels like they can only use a fraction of their miraculous's abilities.

Another problem with their lack of knowledge is the time separating Ladybug and Chat Noir from their predecessors. Bo Rua and an unnamed Vietnamese Black Cat were the last LadyCat duo before Feast swallowed the Order, with Adrien and Marinette being their immediate successors. However, Master Fu was confirmed to be in his 180s when he relinquished the Miracle Box to Marinette and Austruc confirmed Bo Rua and her partner to be in their early twenties, meaning that Bo Rua and LadyNoir have over 200 years separating them, confirming that their knowledge was lost over time after they died and can only be recovered by speaking to their spirits like in Reunion [which I have several complaints about]. Master Fu is obviously lacking knowledge about the miraculous to a severe degree, so it makes sense for Chat Noir and Ladybug to as well.

I'm not bashing Adrien and Marinette and co for being objectively weak because it makes so much sense. They lack proper training, they're kids with set limits on their powers, and they don't have access to crucial information that would've probably led them to defeat Hawkmoth by now. Sure, the two of them [more so Marinette] are the strongest heroes of their generation but if you put them up against their forebearers, they would be massacred with no difficulty whatsoever.

The show would be 100 times more interesting if this was acknowledged, which would lead to the introduction of the previous holders in a more natural and useful way.

[If I missed anything, any reblogs with your personal opinions on the matter will be very appreciated]

#ml salt #ml writers salt #miraculous ladybug #cat noir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #adrien salt #it's very minor but still #Youtube

[yamiartstash]

So, I decided to showcase three of the potential BBEGs for my Storm Hawks and Slayers epic crossover fic that I may or may not write one day. In any case, I should talk about them and how they were gonna be in the story.

Long-winded explanations and slight spoilers underneath

First up is Hellmaster Phibrizzo who was pretty much my first choice for a long time. I will say this upfront that he is kinda a different Hellmaster, like a Pseudo-Hellmaster. His goals are still the same as he wants to destroy the world though he's not gonna try using the same method as last time. Now, why I felt like using him was that even if he wasn't powerful like before, he could still raise the dead. And Atmos would have a lot of dead due to war with Cyclonia. So, imagine the angst of people having to kill their loved ones/old enemies again. Definitely devastating.

Next one up and probably the one I'm gonna use is the Red Queen. As I stated for some time, she's an awakened form of a piece of Shabranigdo and will bring forth destruction to the world. I feel like I gave her some aspect of other previous Slayers villains, but I'm still in the middle of developing her. But I feel like she is the most likely I would go with for the main villian.

Now, the last one is kinda an odd one as it's Lightning Strike but turned into a Zannafar. (You can blame FFX for that). He kinda survived during the final battle due to the armor he got from someone, but it was at the cost of his humanity. Over the years, he had to absorb others because of his newfound unsatisfied hunger and slowly, he started to turn into a flying Kaiju-sized monster that started to threaten everyone on Atmos. This makes both sides put aside their differences and try to defeat it before it can consume all of Atmos.

If there's any theme between all three, it's "Pseudo-Crystal Science gone wrong".

#Storm Hawks #Slayers #OC #Hellmaster Phibrizzo #The Red Queen #Lightning Strike #Zannafar #I feel like using all three maybe #But that's probably a lot

[grayintogreen]

"but dying isn't hard" (...young man, living is harder. sorry, I had to) for the ask game

GOD. OKAY TALK ABOUT A FIC THAT IS 100% AUDIENCE OF ONLY ME.

This is a Sparrow Hill Road/Bleach crossover and to make matters worse, it's told from the perspective of the character from the LESS well-known fandom. It is ultimately me looking at the highly specific ghost lore in SHR and the highly specific ghost lore in Bleach and going okay well what if the reason why Soul Society is Like That is because it's ONLY Japanese ghosts, because they don't have the ghost roads that America has.

If you're unfamiliar with both, it's three psychopomps from different walks of life trying to solve a mystery that concerns both of their individual afterlives and the culture clash that comes from having RADICALLY different styles of dealing with wayward evil dead.

It's on pause because I haven't read the third book yet even if this is set between the second and third book. I need to refresh myself on Rose's... everything.

And I've written like a bunch of words of an opening for it, so here's something:

Apple called and the Ocean Lady rose to meet her. Such was Rose’s life. The second she arrived in the Queen’s domain, however, everything felt strange and tense, like the ozone after a lightning strike or the building pressure before a tornado touched down. There were routewitches gathered all around the diner, looking uncomfortable and Rose eased Gary into neutral in case what happened last time happened again as she crossed into the lot. His radio played “Bad Moon Rising” and she patted his dash reassuringly. It was a false platitude. Something was wrong and she knew it. Of course Gary knew it, too. You didn’t need experience with the ghost roads or a routewitch’s magic to know that much. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth as she considered whether this was about Bobby Cross, but then dismissed the thought. There was no way with her luck that Apple would have found out anything before her. Bobby didn’t show his hand like that, especially not after his disastrous best laid plans last time- thank, Persephone. Literally. In the end, she had to leave Gary outside. He was spooked. She was spooked. The routewitches were spooked. Maybe he didn’t want her to go alone, but she wasn’t ready for him to face something that could make the Ocean Lady tremble. There’s very few things older and scarier than her and barely any of them exist on this continent.  So that was worrisome.

WIP RAMBLE GAME.

#my asks #ask game

[beezonia]

So I actually came up with an idea for some super Mario odyssey dlc but kinda only fleshed it out a bit and I wanted to share!

————

The basic idea was instead of kidnapping peach again Bowser learns and decides to kidnap the root of his problems instead so nothing can go wrong with his plan

So now it is up to Luigi, peach, Daisy, Pauline, toad and yoshi with many others to find mario and save the world again.

So we get like four new areas which includes

Haunted Hollows:

a desolate forest full of boos and dry bones ruled by a mad king who has several moons and clues in the shape of a murder mystery sort of thing

The Berry High Islands:

A fruity little archipelago of islands high in the sky ruled by Queen Goosberry who asks you to help her find her wife in return she’ll give you clues and moons on where bowser could have taken Mario

Moonshine laboratory:

this is where we find rosalina who’s now moved from new donk city to the laboratory to help find her lumas again along with Prince Zeus who is in cahoots with bowser but will be persuaded if you bring him enough moons

Finally you have the Kingdom of the lost dreams: here we find that bowser is hiding Mario here along with like a huge roulette style boss battle including himself as the main boss

Here is where you have to fight bowser whilst trying to somewhat collect shards of the huge power moon so you can power the odyssey’s final strike and defeat the moon powered bowser

———

Haunted Hollows:

You play as either Luigi or Pauline in this as it is sort of a Luigi’s mansion style level

Luigi now has Cappy’s brother Flatcap on his head and so they go on this adventure together too

Pauline as mayor tries to persuade king boo to give them one of the big power moons only for him to sort of fall for her and her passion

So it ends with Luigi technically having to fight for his friend because she’s kinda trapped in a portrait because boo wants to keep her there

But you’d get to switch to Pauline halfway through the boss fight for fun! Because she’s badass and needs to kick ass!

———-

The Berry high islands:

This is a peach/daisy level and it’s sort of like a scavenger hunt for moons and at he end you find the queen

Peach is with tiara and Daisy gets a little beret named Beres!

The boss battle is against this weird ass big bird type thing and it’s like wackamole where they have big hammers to hit it with!

Then the queen gives you the power moons!

—————

Moonshine laboratory:

Rosalina/Toad/Toadette level

The roads are technically taking place of the trapped lumas and Rosalina gives them some powers like her levitation

The three of them have to find the moons in the huge library and labs

This is kinda a rhythm boss fight and you face of by playing the cooler music against the prince

In the end it’s up to the audience to see who wins and then you’ll get the huge power moon!

—————

Finally the kingdom of lost dreams

Luigi level mainly but it is with everyone else at the end to face of against bowser

This is like a bit of a 3d Mario and the rabbids crossover style battle

Three teams and one big enemy and then everyone together!

——————

Sorry for the messy outline I just really wanted to share this idea I had!

#super mario #super mario odyssey #super mario au #odyssey dlc au #luigi #princess daisy #princess peach #princess rosalina #mayor pauline #toad #toadette #yoshi #king boo #original character #bees aus #bee rambles #mario au

[toaverse]

I like your blog. I don't know if you do crossover aus but Im going to ask you. I saw you like onward and I saw a ship involving Ian/Mirabel and I ended up likeling that ship. do you think you can to tangled au involving that ship. sorry if you don't like this idea.

But of course!

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom in Colombia, ruled by Queen Julieta and King Agustín.

Queen Mother Alma ruled before her daughter, who's still around the castle.

Julieta had two triplet siblings; Bruno, the youngest, who also lived in the castle. And Pepa, the middle triplet, who became jealous of her sister and tried to overthrow her, but failed, and fled the kingdom.

The current king and queen already had two daughters; Crown Princess Isabela who's the heir to the throne, and Princess Luisa who's destined to be the captain of the royal guard.

But despite already having two daughters, Julieta and Agustín were expecting a third chid.

The couple was over the moon. Isabela and Luisa were happy to have another sister or brother, not being jealous in the slightest. And Alma and Bruno were happy as well.

But tragedy struck. When Julieta was 8 months pregnant, she fell ill with a deadly decease. She could only be healed with the magical golden flower, or else she and her unborn baby would die...

So, while Agustín, along with the royal guard, searched for the magical golden flower, Alma, Isabela and Luisa looked after Julieta.

But unbeknownst to everyone, Pepa used the golden flower to keep herself young, and she wasn't going to give that up for her crappy sister and her unborn spawn.

Luckily, the royal guard found the flower, and the queen could be healed.

And a month later, a baby girl with beautiful long black hair with golden locks was born, who was named Mirabel.

Everyone adored her, including Isabela and Luisa. She was their miracle.

But tragedy would strike again, when Pepa snuck into the castle, and kidnapped the baby...

Agustín and Julieta did see the woman's face, and knew exactly who she was.

The royal guard searched everywhere for the princess, but to no avail...

Pepa already fled to the woods, where a tower was hidden. There, she and her husband Félix "raised" Mirabel, sheltering her from the outside world so they could use her magic to keep themselves young.

"The outside world is dangerous, Mirabel." Pepa told the now 5 year old girl while brushing her hair. "You must stay here, where it is safe."

"Yes, mommy." Mirabel answered.

The girl grew up with that mentality for 18 years...

She was locked in the tower for 18 years...

But something that Mira noticed was that, every year on her birthday, golden lights would cover the sky.

But in reality, it were attempts by the royal family to bring the princess back to them...

For the longest time, Mira wanted to see the lights from up close outside. And now that she was 18, maybe mother and father would allow her to!

But of course not...

"You're not leaving this tower! Ever!" Pepa made very clear.

It saddened Mira quite a lot, but mother's word was law...

Meanwhile, a young man named Ian was being chased by the royal guard for stealing a crown. But he didn't have it! His older brother did, and Ian had no idea where he was!

Luckily, Ian was able to hid in a bush, and saw a tower where he could hide in for a bit.

But unbeknownst to him, a strange young woman with really really long hair was living in that tower.

Surprisingly, the two got along, and the young woman didn't mind company.

"Why don't you just use your hair to climb out and go outside?" Ian asked her.

"Mother doesn't want me to go outside." Mirabel answered. "But I really want to see the floating lights."

So, the two decided to go outside and see the floating lights before Pepa returned.

#tangled au #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #ian lightfoot #encanto au #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal

[crystal-rebellion]

Meep, hello! Been thinking about how crossover VLD/DotU Lotura would react to one another and your Beyond the Stars story came to mind, and while I love how DotU Allura immediately befriended VLD Lotor bc he’s so polite and diplomatically inclined, I can’t help but wonder - how do you think DotU Lotor would react to VLD Allura?

Like yes, she has the same temperament and righteous ambition, but unlike her counterpart she’s also so freaking powerful. Of course he would admire her, but would he also feel threatened? And how would she handle his abrasive behavior, since she could easily match him physically?

Anyway, I was just curious. Love your writing and hoping to hear your thoughts!

Ahhhhhh!

Aaaaaaaahhhh!!

(First of all, thank you, thank you, I'm so delighted you enjoyed that story so much - it started off as a silly crack piece that wasn't supposed to be serious, but ended up creating its own actual story.)

Second-- FUN FACT - I too, have wondered that same thing, and have a Part 2 started. I genuinely don't know if this will end up as a story in full, but I very, VERY much wanted to see what DotU Lotor and VLD Allura would do when they met.

Ahem - since it may end up being a sequel story at some point, and it's a little long, I'll drop it under the cut. But, here we go 👇👇

“What is this, Princess?”

“I believe the boys call it popcorn.  It’s something from Earth,” the princess gowned in pink explained, passing the striped bin between her palms to the Galtean emperor beside her.  “It’s good to see you again,” she added with a warm smile.

The strange man from beyond the rift smiled calmly down at her, clawed hands accepting the strange offering of food.

“Our paladins often bring strange delicacies as well.  I’m surprised they haven’t mentioned anything like this. I must ask them,” he conceded, popping a fluffed kernel into his mouth.  “It appears my advice has served you well,” he added, blue irises sliding to glance down to the blushing blonde beside him.

“I won’t say we haven’t had our differences, but yes.  I… shortly after you left, I corralled my courage and spoke directly with Prince Lotor.  We negotiated a cease-fire, and I agreed to offer to help him take his throne.  You were right.  About everything,” she added with a blush.

“And now you are his queen,” he observed in between bites of popcorn.

Allura’s shoulders rolled in a shrug and she gestured to their surroundings.

“It seemed natural.  It took… quite a while to prepare for the strike against King Zarkon, by the time we finally succeeded, we had become close enough that… well, at least I realized I didn’t want to just stay friends.  Or simply allies.  And now here we are, Castle Doom,” she grinned cheerfully up at him, in stark contrast to the gloomy surroundings.

The Emperor wordlessly popped another kernel past his lips, studying her quietly.

“Your husband has a curious taste in decor,” he murmured, his eyes leaving hers as he swept their surroundings, taking in the vast number of empty seats in the coliseum.

The two sat alone alone atop the pedestal marked for royalty, the only spectators to the match below.  The two competitors were none other than their very own partners.

Allura winced as a silver haired-woman hurled her husband across his own coliseum.

“...He’s going to feel that tomorrow,” she murmured, reaching over to steal a handful of popcorn from the emperor’s hands.

“It does indeed leave a bruise,” he murmured, watching his counterpart stagger to his feet and charge back at the woman, a warcry echoing from his lips.

“Are you worried for her safety?”

Allura’s bright blue eyes flickered up to her friend.

“No,” he answered simply.  The statement of faith marked as the warrior woman quickly dispatched her challenger effortlessly.  “Are you worried about him?”

“A little.  I had no idea there was an Allura of such strength on your side of the rift,” she murmured in awe.

Lotor dragged himself to his feet and glared angrily at his opponent.

“He’s certainly determined,” the emperor observed.

Allura coughed before popping a piece of popcorn past her lips.

“You have no idea,” she groaned, drawing a soft chuckle from him. “I’m pleased you’ve returned,” she added.  “It’s been fascinating to meet her.”

“It was very much her idea.  Not,” he paused, his eyes popping wide as he realized the implication and he quickly corrected himself.  “Not that I didn’t wish to return and thank you myself, but she was the one who spearheaded the research to figure out how to control the rift technology once I explained what had happened.”

“It’s such a relief to know it worked.  I had no way of knowing, on my side.  You know, that you had made it, or that she had found you.”

Galtean eyes glanced down at her and he could only exhale for a moment.

“Oh my stars,” she muttered after a moment, her hands covering her lips when Lotor landed on his backside, only to glare across the stadium.  “Please just give up,” she whispered to herself.

“Do you think he will?”

Allura returned his curious look with a flat one.

“Absolutely not.  At some point I’m going to have to go down there and drag him away before he gets a concussion,” she grumbled.  With a huff, she crossed her arms over her chest. 

“They aren’t so bad.”

Allura’s eyes popped wide as his words, coupled with his prior statement, clicked in her mind.  Slowly, she turned her gaze up to the calm man beside her; so vastly different than the one she called her husband.

“Has… did she…?”

A grin split across his lips.

“We had a slight disagreement about something.”

“Are you alright?”

His eyes widened in genuine surprise as he stared down at her in surprise, touched by her concern.  He studied her expression for any trace of derision or jest and found none.

He swallowed.

“I am now, yes,” he answered honestly.

Allura’s worry melted into delight, another cloudbreaking smile splitting across her features.

“Good,” she praised, looking away from him to regard the combat of wills on display below.

Slowly, Lotor returned his attention to the spectacle as well.

“After this, could we…”  He trailed off, hesitant to ask for such favors from his host.

“Would you like to return to Altea?”  Allura grinned, not even needing to hear the rest of his request.  “We wouldn’t even be here if King Lotor hadn’t challenged the Empress to an Honor Duel,” she added dryly.  “Of course he would want to do it here.”

He exhaled weakly beside her.

“...I like the aesthetic of your Castle of Lions better.”

Allura erupted in a fit of giggles.

“As do I,” she agreed.

“...Allura, I believe, would prefer Altea as well.  She… she couldn’t stop talking about it once I mentioned I had been to a place where it still existed.”

A strange mixture of both a warm happiness and a chilling dread settled across the queen’s heart.  While pleased she was able to offer such a thing to the Empress from beyond the stars, it was a chilling reminder that her planet - her people - in some places had not survived Zarkon’s warpath.

“Of course,” she said, her voice tight with emotion.

She blinked suddenly at the duel.

“Oh, this is finished,” she murmured, rising from her seat.  Gathering the folds of her pink and white gown, she bustled swiftly down the staircase toward the railing edging the wall of the pit.  “We concede,” she called out.

Lotor’s head snapped at the sound of her voice.

“I do not,” he called out.  “I’m not done!”

“Yes, yes you are,” she said delicately, smiling gently at her war-bred husband, her palms delicately folding on the railing.  He stared at her for a moment before looking back at the Empress staring at him coolly.

“I can’t lose to her!”

The queen stifled a giggle behind her hand and she shook her head once.

“You already have, Lotor.  I want to go home now,” she added with a pout.

Unable to deny the sunkissed woman anything she wanted, he exhaled and nodded once to his opponent.

“I… yield,” he ground out, the last word twisting in his throat as if it were something vile.

“Thank you.” 

Serpentine eyes flickered back to his wife as she spoke, extending her hand out toward him.  He wasted no time in mounting the wall to stand beside her.

“You were magnificent,” she praised when he only gave a disgruntled look over his shoulder at the silver-haired woman who scaled the wall to curl into the arms of her emperor.

“I lost,” he pouted.

Her fingers curled around the skull belt at his hips and tugged him closer.

“Yes, yes you did.  And that’s alright.  I want to go back to Altea.”

She turned and snaked her arm around his, leading him toward the other couple.

“The Emperor has requested a return to Altea, does that sit well with you, Empress?”

Allura tilted her head to the side as her elfin mirror glanced her way.

“You need not address me so formally,” she spoke, the lilt and cadence of her voice matching her husband’s.

“It seems strange to speak my own name, but, as you like, …Allura.”

“Thank you.  Come, I wish to explore this planet that is both so similar and yet so different from the one I grew up on.  I am pleased it exists still, at least somewhere in the universe.  In… a universe, I suppose.”

“Have you found other realities?  With other… people?  Like us?”

Brilliant blue eyes were riveted on her spirit sister in wonder, fascinated by the technology they had unearthed.

“We have not yet looked, though we suspect yes.  Lotor mentioned he’d left you the blueprints for the modulators… have you not… tried?”

Allura bit her bottom lip and she turned her gaze forward, continuing to glide side by side with the Empress, their partners trailing silently on their arms.

“I was a bit… intimidated by it.  Besides.  The rule was not until we had taken the Empire from Zarkon’s control.  This… peace across the galaxy now is very, very new.”

“My dear, I’ve been offering you the galaxy since I met you.”

The queen scowled at Lotor.

“Yes but I couldn’t trust you, with all your beastly mannerisms and conquering sprees.  What was I supposed to think?”

His nose wrinkled slightly in a scowl as the blonde turned her attention back to a smirking Empress.

“What?”

She didn’t reply to her blonde haired proxy, but instead swiveled her prismatic gaze to an equally bemused Emperor.

“They suit just as well as you predicted,” she murmured, eliciting a blush from the woman on her other side.

When her warlord husband only laughed triumphantly on her other side, her flushed deepened and she smacked his arm lightly.

“Hush,” she scolded. “We’re here.” She released the king’s arm and proudly strode up the ramp to the Altean ship that had brought them to Daibazaal in the first place mere hours ago.

#lotura #lotor #allura #beyond the stars #dotu #vld #crystal writes

[acourtofantumbra]

Thinking about Iphraxia

Yes, I inhaled the HOFAS prologue and chapter one Sarah posted to her new site yesterday... and a couple things have been itching my brain since (and making thinking about anything other than release day impossible).

Safe to say we're hitting the ground RUNNING. Poor bb Ruhn. But some through lines and well... associations made by both proximity and repetition that have me (tentatively) very excited about a BIG hope I've had. One I'm not alone in.

🚨 HOFAS PROLOGUE + CHAPTER 1 SPOILERS 🚨

I have also not read the book in its entirety yet. This is just me spewing nonsense. Please don't reply/comment with any spoilers if you have read all of HOFAS. I've waiting two years for this! Just feeding my spinning brain until Monday night.

WHAT A FIRST CHAPTER! I have so many thoughts spinning about the info dumps we get - and awesome confirmations like Daglan = Asteri + Cormac shadows = Azriel shadows. Good work team!

But I'll be honest, I'm looking for any and all crumbs for a TOG connection... and this one just wouldn't stop irking me.

So, I'll begin with Bryce's lies. She spells out for us that, honestly, she's never had too hard a time deceiving folks by playing into what they wanted to see from her: a ditzy party girl incapable of scheming. We've spent two books, and many years, peeling back Bryce's layers, only to discover she's even more capable, more selfless, more calculating than we ever could have guessed. Even where we're guided largely by her POV. Queen. Aelin would be proud.

That gift we've seen honed over time... lasts all of two seconds in the presence of Rhys, Amren, and Azriel. But specifically, it seems, Azriel.

Now I'll fearlessly reference the cursed Azriel bonus chapter from ACOSF...

"“I..." He watched her swallow. She clutched a small gift in her hands. "I was coming to leave this on your pile of presents. I forgot to give it to you earlier."   Lie. Well, the second part was a lie. He didn't need his shadows to read her tone, the slight tightening of her face. She'd waited until everyone was asleep before venturing back down, where she'd leave her gift amongst his other, opened presents, subtle and unnoticed." A Court of Silver Flames, Azriel Bonus Chapter

So we have Azriel referencing, perhaps, his shadows' abilities to detect lies. They can also hear the Cauldron sing in ACOWAR, so why not expand their extra sensory capabilities? Rhys and Cassian have even confessed to not really understanding the full scope of Azriel's powers... so naturally we're not entirely sure all that he's capable of either.

Azriel's also the Night Court's spy master and in this scene with Elain, he defaults to those skills he's mastered over time in lieu of his shadows' guidance. So, language barrier or not, Azriel might just be able to read Bryce, as she points out herself. We love a male fluent in body language, amirite?

But humor me for a sec, we've had two years since the crossover was announced to kind of side eye the fact that Azriel's blade is call Truth Teller - which is now front and center in the overarching plot and specifically this chapter. And for the TOG readers among us... we couldn't help but notice we've had an actual truth telling blade before: Damaris.

Azriel's sort of alluded to legend about his blade's abilities - mostly that it'll strike true. But we've never really confirmed if he's able to use it like a lie detector as Dorian does with Damaris in TOG.

And the specificity of couching the language barrier issue (pre-magic bean lol) alongside references to Truth Teller pretty consistently in this very first chapter has me 👀

In the scene above, Bryce is immediately curious about how Azriel could react to what she'd said if he couldn't understand her and the laugh/Rhys' surprise when Azriel clarifies leads me to believe he didn't need to know what she was saying to be informed it was BS.

Of course, again, pre-bean, Rhys is likely mind speaking translation for Azriel in the second instance in particular. But he's still relying on Azriel wholly to confirm truth or not prior to moving on. And Rhys doesn't question Azriel's response - at least no audibly.

And I'm just saying, we know Azriel is currently holding onto Truth Teller.

Azriel, being the primed warrior that he is, is sitting and lying in wait for some shit to go down the whole time. So when Bryce has a bad reaction to the magic bean (lol sorry I will never stop teasing), before she can get her bearings she's already slammed down by Azriel's shadows, dagger drawn.

The fact that we can assume he's been holding Truth Teller, ready to strike, makes the shock at the blade's reaction to Bryce sans Starsword all the more interesting. When Amren is like, "Dude why do you even have that thing with you and close to her?" Azriel kind of bashfully winnows it away. Amren's ellipses there is suspect as hell too, but that's for another time (or the rest of this book).

Anyway, if we pretend that Truth Teller is displaying some Damaris type traits, then the other details we're getting in close proximity to the blade's discussion are worth a second glance as well (in my humble opinion). Also, want to note that I'm aware that TT is a dagger and Damaris is a sword. I don't think they're necessarily the same or from the same ore. That's for SJM to explain lol.

Anyway, as Bryce is selectively explaining her/the universe's predicament, Truth Teller comes up again. But first I wanted to pause on the "only three planets that were able to kick [the Asteri] out." While I'm fully open to this being a little different than we have been theorizing - we've come to speculate that Hel is one planet and the Starborn Fae planet is where Prythian is located. This leaves the third successful planet: Iphraxia.

A quick reminder what we know about Iphraxia:

So the Iphraxia events happen 16,323 years prior to conquering of Midgard and many have speculated this planet could house Erilea and our beloved TOG crew.

I've always side eyed the use of the word "denizens" because it can either mean "an inhabitant or occupant of a particular place," or "a foreigner allowed certain rights in the adopted country." Rigelus alludes to the Asteri encouraging planets to come and conquer others, never realizing those who opened the doors were the true masters. In that case, Asteri referring to a group like the Valg as denizens would also make quite a bit of sense to me.

Maeve fights in Erilea's first wars - granted she manipulates the hell out of them - but she confirms at one point that she just wants to have her kingdom in peace (an evil kingdom) and that she's been running from Big Bads for a long time. She is of course Valg - not native to that world - and is not on Erawan's team to start. But it becomes very clear by KOA that we're all playing checkers and Maeve - a world walker - is playing chess. Then of course we have a group of stranded, vengeful gods who want to return to their family/world... but were left behind in a hasty evacuation perhaps? Of course when Aelin shuts the gates, they're presumably lost forever, but that chapter would have come long after Maeve originally fought back against Erwan who believes that planet was his to command... motivated by that world's larger forces perhaps.

^ This is why I shouldn't have procrastinated my TOD and KOA rereads... the details are not as sharp as they should be. But that is the general essence of things.

Anyway, returning to the reference to Iphraxia and the grounding connection Truth Teller is being set up to be has my TOG IS COMING alarms blaring.

Of course this chapter ends with the horn tattoo on Bryce's back being exposed and Amren confirming it's similarity to the Book of Breathings... a book we know landed in Midgard along with TOG's Walking dead in Jesiba's library... and written in markings we can pretty confidently say are wyrdmarks. And you know what crew of folks are crackerjack at reading wyrdmarks? :)

Anyway, I think TOG officially entering the crossover is imminent and with this line of thinking re: timeline... it might not actually separate the TOG timeline as far back as we've been predicting it might be (like in the very far past).

All I know is that I've had great fun over the years reading people's analysis of first lines and first chapters of books actually providing you with everything you actually need to know/can expect from the book. Sarah is actually pretty great at doing this so in our proper chapter one (not the prologue but sure why not) we're hitting a couple of beats pretty repetitively and I can't help but feel it's priming TOG's reentry for us.

That being said, can't wait to be proven wrong in just THREE FREAKING DAYS!!! Unless Walmart stops lying to me and actually delivers my book as early as it's claiming it will.

#sjm theory #sjm multiverse spoilers #cc3 #throne of glass #sjm multiverse #crescent city #aelin galythinius #kingdom of ash #bryce quinlan #azriel shadowsinger #wyrdmarks #truth teller #damaris

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Alternate Events 3: Doppelganger Troubles and Other Threats

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XnFBAiL

by cer1992

Not long after learning of the recent resurrection of two heroines and the news of an impending Crisis, the heroes are once again thrown into action when trouble strikes in the form of evil doppelgangers and other enemies from alternate Earths. Takes place three weeks after the events of "Alternate Events 2: One Year Later".

Words: 108565, Chapters: 17/17, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of DC Multiverse Crossovers

Fandoms: Smallville, The Flash (TV 2014), Arrow (TV 2012), Supergirl (TV 2015), DC Extended Universe, DC Animated Universe (Timmverse), Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), The Flash (TV 1990), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Superman (Christopher Reeve Movies), Supergirl (1984)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Clark Kent, Barry Allen, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Oliver Queen, Kara Danvers, Courtney Whitmore, Laurel Lance, Earth-2 Laurel Lance, Sara Lance, Lois Lane, Chloe Sullivan, Kara Zor-El, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Roy Harper, Thea Queen, Mar Novu | The Monitor, Clark Luthor, Doomsday (Superman), Earth-X Oliver Queen, Earth-X Kara Danvers, Earth-X Clark Kent, Eobard Thawne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Earth-90 Barry Allen, John Diggle (DCU), Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Shayera Hol, Billy Batson, Lex Luthor, Bart Allen, Tess Mercer, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, J'onn J'onzz, Arthur Curry (DCU), Victor Stone, Dinah Lance, John Stewart (DCU), Slade Wilson, Nyssa al Ghul, Justice League (DCU), Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Winn Schott Jr., Earth-96 Clark Kent

Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Barry Allen/Kara Danvers, Kon-El | Conner Kent/Courtney Whitmore, Oliver Queen/Chloe Sullivan, Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen

Additional Tags: Crossover, Multiple Crossovers, Dimension Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Zack Snyder's Justice League (2021), Post-Justice League (2017), Smallville (Post-Series Finale), Smallville/Arrowverse crossover, Laurel Lance Lives, Crisis On Earth-X Crossover Event (CW DC TV Universe), Episode: s01e09 Crisis on Infinite Earths: Part Two

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XnFBAiL

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

[black-wolf-spirit-art]

Guess who watched SquidGame?

#Why did they sign up? #Who knows! #sans #Gaster #Papyrus #Undertale #fan art #digital art #squid game #crossover queen strikes again #I spent too long on this #maybe the facility has magic dampening set up

[thejanewestin]

Brooklyn 99/Pacific Rim crossover

The weird thing about being a cop was that it was pretty much the same whether or not the entire world was slowly being squashed by giant alien lizard ocean monsters. 

Okay, yes, there was slightly more debris, so the roads were a tiny bit more difficult to navigate without a pickaxe and a shovel, but people still got robbed and murdered and carjacked and the very least Jake could do for his country and the human race was to catch the robbers and murderers and carjackers. 

If only the pickaxes and shovels weren’t quite so necessary.

“This—was—not—one—of—my—better—decisions,” Jake grunted, punctuating each word with a jab at the giant kaiju—intestine? Heart?—that was currently slumped and oozing all over Jake’s car. 

“Peralta!” 

Jake turned, dropping the snow shovel he’d been using to hack at the kaiju guts. 

“Captain!” He laughed nervously. “What—what’s up, man? I mean, sir. What’s up, sir? Um.” Jake blinked. “Nice hat.”

“You realize that kaiju blood is highly toxic,” Holt said. He was wearing a hazmat suit that Jake could only assume he made himself. It appeared to be mostly garbage bags and duct tape. He was holding a broom. 

“Yeah, uh.” Jake turned back to the guts on his car. He didn’t particularly want to explain to Captain Holt that he’d taken some files home to review. Neon Gambit had made quick work of the kaiju this morning, chopping it into little bite-sized pieces with its—buzz saw?—whatever that was, but the unfortunate fallout was all over Jake’s car, trapping the purloined box. “Would you believe it if I told you I joined a cleanup crew?” 

“I would not.” Holt angled the broom and used the end of its handle to lift Jake’s fingers, one by one, off the shovel. 

Jake let go of the shovel. It hit the icy sidewalk with a clank. 

“Inside,” Holt commanded. He pivoted on his plastic-wrapped heel and went up the steps of the precinct.

***

Jake walked into the bullpen literally thirty seconds after Holt. He looked around. “Captain?”

“Peralta.” 

Jake turned. Holt was standing in the doorway of his office, looking immaculately groomed, no sign of the plastic bag suit anywhere. 

Jake sputtered. “How—?”

“I will be hosting a friend from out of town this weekend,” Holt said, looking around the bullpen at his assembled detectives. “He’ll be staying with Kevin and me while he’s here. We will be having a late afternoon reception for him on Saturday and I would like you all to attend, if you are so inclined.”

Jake grinned. “That sounds like a wild party.”

“We will provide food and beverages,” Holt said. “Please, no wine drink.”

Jake raised his hand. “Hey, Captain?”

Holt blinked at him, which Jake took as a sign that he could talk. “Can I bring a plus-one?” 

Amy frowned at Jake. “I thought I was your plus-one.”

“Technically,” Charles said, “a plus-one is someone who isn’t already invited to the event. Emily Post recommends a two-envelope system for inviting your guest’s guest. Do you have envelopes, Captain? If you don’t have some picked out, I can give you recommendations. There’s an excellent stationery shop—”

Holt interrupted, clenching his jaw. “I do not need envelopes, Boyle.”

Charles shut his mouth. “Right.”

“So, my plus-one...?” Jake let the question hang. 

“Fine,” Holt said. “You may have one guest attend. Please ensure they are...” He paused. “Presentable.”

“Pssht.” Jake flapped a hand at Holt. “He’s totally presentable. Totally.”

***

To Amy’s credit, she did not scream when the tentacle fell out of the refrigerator.

She did, however, lurch backwards so fast that she crashed painfully into the island and knocked the open jar of peanut butter onto the floor. It didn’t break, so that was good, but peanut butter slopped over the tile and up the cabinets.

Amy backed slowly away from the tentacle, trying to figure out how to close the refrigerator without touching it.

“Jake,” she called, keeping her voice calm. An explanation. There was surely a reasonable explanation for a tentacle in the refrigerator. Right?

No answer.

She raised her voice. “Jake!”

“In here, Ames!”

Amy went to the bathroom and opened the door. 

“What the—”

Jake was kneeling on the floor. A guy with glasses was perched, bird-like, on the toilet seat. They were both poking with sticks at the tub. 

“Oh my God!” Amy staggered back. “What the hell is that?”

Jake looked up at Amy, grinning. “Hi, Ames. This is Newt.”

“Do you mean the person,” Amy snapped, “or the pile of guts in the bathtub?”

“Excuse me!” The glasses guy swung his stick around toward Amy. She jumped backwards for the second time in ninety seconds. “This is not a pile of guts. This is an array of samples curated by the finest brains in biology for an extremely important conference that Brooklyn is fortunate enough to host. Please don’t impugn them by calling them guts.”

“I assume this is the reason for the tentacle in the refrigerator,” Amy said from between clenched teeth.

“Proboscis,” Glasses Guy corrected. 

“Jake.” Amy glared.

“Uh, Newt.” Jake put down his poking stick and stood up. “Maybe cease and desist for a second, buddy.” He got up and came into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

Amy hoped that the degree of bugginess of her eyes would accurately convey her extreme displeasure. 

Jake held up his hands. “I can explain.”

“Please.”

“Newt is in town to give a talk at this, I don’t know, nerd convention.” Jake let his hands fall onto Amy’s shoulders. “He’s only here for three days and I thought it would be okay if he stayed here. Is it okay? Ames? Are you mad?”

“You didn’t think to run it by me first?” Amy said, because of course she was mad, they had a bathtub full of guts.

“He just texted me this morning.” Jake was starting to sound whiny. 

“At some point we need to sit down and have a serious conversation about the rules of living together,” Amy said. She stepped away from Jake’s hands and folded her arms. “He needs to get the piles of slime out of all common spaces.”

“Done.” Jake grinned broadly.

“There is to be no Guitar Hero after nine PM.”

“No problem.” 

Amy narrowed her eyes. “And I want to know what you mean by nerd convention.”

Jake stuck out his lower lip and shrugged. “Sure.” He pushed the bathroom door open again. “Hey Newt?”

“Hey Jake, you have any big bowls? Like mixing bowls? Glass preferably, but ceramic will work, you probably shouldn’t give me plastic unless you don’t want to use them again.” Newt shoved his glasses up onto his nose with a black-gloved finger. 

Two of the slimy piles, Amy saw, had migrated from the bathtub to the sink. Amy smacked Jake on the back. 

“Fix this,” she hissed.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Jake reached for the box of rubber gloves. 

Amy shuddered. “Tentacle too,” she reminded Jake, and shut the bathroom door.

#Brooklyn 99 #pacific rim #amy santiago #jake peralta #pacific rim au #brooklyn 99 au #fanfiction #fanfic #janewestin writes #newmann #i needed a newmann meet cute #that also involves jake and amy #guess who holt’s guest is #pan atlantic defense corps #crossover queen strikes again #b99

[whumptydumpty41]

The Flash - whumplist

This list only includes the episodes of the CW show “The Flash”. Non-arrowverse Flash and Arrowverse-crossovers are not included.

Bold letters mark the episodes that are extra whumpy.

(This is  work in progress! Making a whumplist is a lot of work and this series is super-long!)

Season 1

01x01: Barry Allen: struck by lightning and thrown across the room. Bloody and unconscious, cardiac arrest. In coma for nine months. Worried firends/family. Involved in a car accident. Fights against The Weather Wizard, thrown, beaten and passes out. Tons of emotional whump, deep talks and comfort.

01x02: Barry Allen: Faints, beaten up, fights against Multiplex. Wounds treated. Worried friends/family, deep talks and flashbacks.

01x03: Barry Allen: Fights against The Mist, inhales poisonous gas, difficulties breathing. Treated in the infirmary bay, passes out, unconscious. Joe West: poisoned by The Mist, unconscious, found by Barry, hospital. Worried friends/family.

01x04: Barry Allen: Shot with cold gun, in pain, treated off screen. Witnesses death. Fights with Cisco and Caitlin, distressed. Saved by Cisco, Caitlin and Filicity Smoak.

01x06: Barry Allen: Beaten up by Girder. Found by Cisco, Caitlin and Harrison Wells on Star Labs’s floor, treated and fractured hand. Beaten and dislocates shoulder during training, Caitlin sets it back. Beaten up by Girder again and crushed by shelf, rescued by Cisco and Caitlin. Intense fight against Grinder.

01x07: Barry Allen: Beaten by Blackout, powers stolen. Distressed. Hit with electric strike and thrown across the room, injures arm. Electrocuted in order to regain his powers and thrown across the room. Intense fight against Blackout. Worried firends/family. Eddie Thawne: Taken hostage, shot, bleeding and in pain. Finger dipped into wound and screaming. In hospital on pain meds. Worried friends/family. Tons of great physical and emotional whump.

01x08: Barry Allen: Trained by The Arrow and shot in the back  (not injured). Fights Rainbow Raider. Affected by rage and argues with anyone. Intense fight against The Arrow. Oliver Queen: Intense fight against The Flash. Eddie Thawne: Pulled out of driving car by The Flash. Worried Iris.

01x09: Barry Allen: Fights against The Reverse Flash and looses. Distressed. Talks to his father, emotional pain and crying. Fights against The Reverse Flash and loses. Harrison Wells: Badly beaten up by The Reverse Flash. Treated.

01x11: Barry Allen: Fights against Pied Piper, attacked with soundwaves, groaning in pain on the ground. Cisco Ramon: Hit by explosion blast and passes out.

01x12: Barry Allen: Shot in the neck but is fast enough to stop the bullet before penetrating, treated. Fight with Peek-a-Boo. Cisco Ramon: Attacked with soundwaves by Pied Piper. Henry Allen: Stabbed in prison (off screen). 

#the flash #whump #whumplist #the cw #arrowverse #the flash whump

[onewingeddragonqueen]

Copper, and Azure? 👉👈 your art is so good, you are so talented!

Thanks for the ask! For the fanart artist ask meme

Copper- if you doodle, want to show us a sample?

Yeah! I doodle all the time actually, its part of why I don’t post much. I draw something, I need to color it. Inspiration strikes and I draw again. I need to color it. Inspir—

You get me. Im constantly drawing and I’m trying to get to a place where I’m comfortable posting really sketchy pieces. I also get worried that people will get annoyed of me flooding the tags with art (seriously I draw or paint practically every day) so I try to keep a cool down period of like a week before posting anything else to the tags. My own blog though… well, I’m trying to see this place as fair game. You followed me after all 🤣

Some Dany and Jon doodles, my two favorite subjects currently. I’ve filled pages and pages of sketchbooks with them its a problem.

I just rlly wanted to capture her smile and presence in these shots, I think they were photos of Emilia on set out of character (I know for sure the last one was). I always found it ironic that many of the shots of Emilia in costume but OOC seemed more true to book Dany than most late show scenes. I might do an actual piece based off the bottom one. She’s just so vibrant and so happy and just so Daenerys. That’s my queen right there.

Azure- Favorite ship to draw?

Honestly I don’t really have one, mostly because I’m more interested in drawing portraits. However I do love drawing jonerys/snowstorm, because they’re cute together and it gives me an excuse to draw my two faves.

(God please give me the strength to finish this painting. The red stain in the middle is from a spread that seeped through the sketchbook seams orz)

More often than not though I tend to just kinda draw my otps not as full bodies together, but as portraits in the general vicinity of each other. This one is an unfinished Robb/Dany/Jon implied ot3 drawing

Some additional stuff under the cut!

I’ve also really been into crackships, crossovers, and canonxOC lately, here’s an extremely sketchy thing I did of Dany x Sephiroth

I’ve also really been into crackships, crossovers, and canonxOC lately, here’s an extremely sketchy thing I did of Dany x Sephiroth

Modern AU Robb and Cassie, one of my OCs

Jon and Dio, another OC I’ve posted and tagged quite a bit about lately (its brainrot idc idc)

Dany and my semicanon OC Allyria Dayne/Snow

In my fanfic Aly is Jon’s twin who looks like a Targ and cannot be hidden away at Winterfell, so she’s raised at Starfall with the Daynes. She is the most Mary Sue of my Mary Sues and honestly I can’t even be bothered to care. You WILL be hearing more about her, that is a threat.

TW for horror applies here

More Jon Snow because I’m obsessed, this is for a demon AU fanfic that will likely never see the light of day

Anyway thank you so much for the ask!! Sorry to have basically treated this ask as a sketchdump but I have a lot of art and I couldn’t choose what to post 🤣

#asoiaf art #my arts #asks #anonymous #tw horror #(for one image beneath the cut but just to be safe) #if there’s any of these that anyone wants posted on their own and in higher quality lemme know

[beebrainedstudios]

Black Heart Scarring Darker Still (White Wolves of London Pt. 1)

Finally, a Vicious fic! I have several in the works but this is the first I’ve finished, and unsurprisingly it’s for a Shades of Magic crossover. I’ve been playing around with this concept for a few days and it’s a lot of fun, especially in regard to how I though it might cross over with the Shades of Magic storyline. We don’t quite get there in this fic since it’s basically a prologue, but as a little hint- I’ve been calling this the Victor Dane AU.  Questions about this AU are welcome as I continue to flesh it out. Enjoy!

(BTW, the title’s from Metallica’s The Unforgiven II.)

Warnings for hypothermia, mild profanity, and brief allusions to death, murder, and injury!

10 Years Before the Danes’ Ascension to the Maktahn Throne. Merit, North of Makt.

The wind howled outside the gates of Wrighton. 

Winter had struck the Northern Kingdoms hard, even harder than usual, bringing with it snow, hail, and a persistent chill that had swept like a wraith throughout the land. It was the first thing Victor noticed as he was shoved to the ground outside the city gates; the wind was howling, drowning out the sounds of the world with its bitter piercing cry. It threw icy flakes like daggers at his eyes, his hair, his skin, striking whatever wasn’t hidden behind cloth, metal, and leather with bracing cold. The air was a blow in itself, stronger even than the hand at his back that had forced him through the streets, from the palace to the outer walls, a warmth that dissipated with a final shove that pushed him into the snowy mud. Victor cursed at the biting wet that soaked eagerly into his pants and sleeves, the cold kissing the skin underneath with all the gentleness of a wolf’s teeth before it was wicked away. The pain flickered at the edges of his magic, taunting, but the power in his veins was still drunk on poison, and he couldn’t summon it to help. 

The king cleared his throat, quieting the outrage of the court. Victor raised one brow at the sound, but didn’t look up to meet his gaze, evidently preoccupied with something caught under one of his nails.

“Victor Vale, the crown has sentenced you to exile for the murder of Court Mage Angie Knight and violation of the codes of magic. Do you have anything you wish to address before the throne?”

Victor’s eyes flicked up, a flash of blue lightning before they once again fell to his fingers. He seemed completely unconcerned with the trial, as if it was just another court proceeding that he’d seen a dozen times, not his own crimes being laid bare on the stand. The statement hadn’t rattled him at all, even as the word murder bounced around the room, passed between attendants in whispered breaths. The prince himself, a murderer, and evidently a guiltless one at that.

“It wasn’t a murder.”

The king leaned forward in his seat, eyes narrowed, while the queen barely hid her disgusted expression behind her hand. “A death is a death, Vale. That is the only truth we care about in this throne room.”

The other man could have said many things then, mentioned the bodies the royals had buried themselves, many of which he’d seen himself, but he chose not to. Victor was already bored with the trial, and he had somewhere to be before dark. 

“And an accident is an accident, my liege, but we all know you know that too. Magic is magic. Death is death. But unless you intend to bore me to death, I suggest you move on with this.”

“That’s all you have to say before you leave this kingdom? The one you betrayed, the one you failed?”

Hypocrite, Victor thought to himself. “I’ll be back eventually.”

The king sputtered, red as yew berries, before flicking one hand at the guards still lingering along the wall. “Get him out of here.” He muttered, his voice muffled by the gasps and shouts of the audience, all shocked by the audacity of the former prince’s claim. He had to raise his voice to be heard again by the man being dragged out, but Victor still heard him loud and clear. He wanted to remember that voice, those words, if only to punish him for them later.

“You’d better hope not, Vale, or I’ll gut you in this throne room myself.”

Snow crunched beneath the guard’s feet as he wordlessly walked back towards the city. There was no ceremony now, no words of scorn or apology- nothing at all. All of that had been reserved for the court, for the crown’s second recital of his offenses and his own characteristically cold response. Now there was only the shriek of a White world’s winter. For the barest moment, Victor, as he pushed himself shakily to his feet, was thankful that his parents had raided his wardrobe before casting him out. A dark tailcoat fronted by two rows of silver buttons, gray woolen pants, leather boots and leather gloves and a half-cloak the color of old blood; they’d sent a guard to his cell with the change of clothes before his second sentencing, and while they were insufficient to protect him from the cold for long, they’d at least ensure that he wouldn’t immediately succumb before he found who he was looking for.

Not that his parents knew about that part, anyways.

No, the warmth was not a gift, not a final act of love from his parents, Victor thought grimly as the gate behind him slammed shut, his own feet finally shifting into a slow trudge through the snow, away from Wrighton. He didn’t look back. He and his parents had been past the point of niceties for a long time. It was an attempt, likely in vain, to stave off any more embarrassment on their account. They’d sentenced Merit’s prince- their son- to exile, and the last thing they’d wanted was for him to show up to court and be marched through the street in prison clothes. Victor was still a Vale by blood if not by title anymore, and they’d never want to be associated with the man that had first surfaced from the dungeons, gaunt and in desperate need of both a mirror and a haircut. They’d wanted a ceremonial dagger, polished and impractically perfect, but he’d been a knife freshly-used, bloodstained and sharp and chipped in places. Victor wasn’t going to complain about their vanity, though- he would have been a liar if he’d said he hadn’t been relieved at the sight of his old clothes and the prospect of a little self-care. Just a little, to get ready for the crowds. For his parents. For Eli.

And yet, the only one he’d actually wanted to show up hadn’t even bothered.

Crows, Eli was going to suffer someday.

As angry as the thought of his friend made him, he had bigger problems than a self-righteous healer to worry about. Victor pulled up the hood of his cloak and squinted through the snow, his eyes roving for a moment before catching on a dark blurry line a mile or two away, nearly hidden behind the hills and the ice-fogged air. Wrighton sat squarely in a large valley, surrounded on nearly all sides by rolling tundra and the foothills of two mountain ranges that surrounded Merit’s capital like the arms of an embrace. Victor couldn’t see the stony peaks through the blustering wind, but he’d seen them in the summer and knew their direction well enough to orient himself. He wasn’t heading directly for them anyways- the mountain paths would have been locked in this time of year by ice and snow, impassable to all but the wild creatures that stalked among the cliffs. He’d heard that they’d once been open year-round before the Split, guarded by wind, stone, and water mages who’d cleared the trails for travelers on behalf of all the Northern Kingdoms’ rulers, ensuring trade with the South and each other never ceased. But ever since the Red World had thrown up the gates, there hadn’t been enough magic in White to warrant such a luxury.

Victor cursed as his foot caught on some hidden stone, nearly sending him to the ground. There was no time to ruminate on the past failings of the worlds. It would be dark soon, and he couldn’t afford to spend a night exposed. Right now, he could still see the treeline, but in an hour or two that would change, and if he got lost he’d freeze to death before he ever found his way back. Maybe they meant it that way, Victor’s thoughts hissed, somewhat dazed. Maybe they wanted me to freeze.

He wouldn’t- Victor Vale was not a fucking quitter.

Victor set off for the forest, gritting his teeth at the ache that was slowly starting to bleed into his legs. For two years, the bounds of his life had been marked by stone walls four strides apart- three if he was really stepping out- and those limits had worn down his endurance. He’d never been an athlete, but he definitely wasn’t built for plowing through calf-deep snow in the dwindling light of a winter day, especially after imprisonment and a recent poisoning. His magic, which was usually all he needed to quiet any pain, was sloshing around inside him like dregs in a wine glass, muddled by the inky vile liquid that had been forced down his throat before his sentencing- a precaution against his powers. It was a standard part of the procedure that Victor had been made aware of beforehand, but he hadn’t expected it to be so debilitating. His thoughts swam, brittle and faded, held together only by his will and singular goal to reach the trees. The prickling energy that sang beneath his skin like lightning in a bottle was notably absent, the threads of his power unmoored and drifting. His stomach hurt, pounding dully in time with his heart, and there was a thick, gluey taste in his mouth left over from the drug. Between its after effects and the sharp stinging cold that was nipping at his fingertips, Victor was stumbling like a drunkard through the tundra, half-certain that he wasn’t going to make it even as his stubborn will pushed him onward with a wrathful thought for every step.

You will not die, not here, not now. You are going to live. You are going to flood your enemies with the pain of centuries. You will rule your kingdom. You will find Eli. You will, you will, you will…

The sun sank further and further in the sky, marked by the faintest glow of light that managed to break through the snowstorm. Soon, it was perched atop one of the mountain ridges, looking down onto the valley with the dullest interest, evidently unwilling to put more effort into warming the earth than its current meager state. The mountains before it had slowly slipped into view as Victor approached the end of the eastern ridge, near the tip of the valley where the peaks met and fell into nothing. They were pale, less shapes of their own than specters that blocked the light, and he could feel the rising chill as the sun sank behind them. Around him, the tundra dulled, the faint tones of yellow and blue that shined palely in the snow fading into gray, leaving the tundra a plain of ash rather than ice. The sky dimmed until it was a charcoal gray studded with lighter clouds- it wouldn’t grow fully black with all the snow in the air, which trapped the last dregs of light in its mirrored flakes. It, like everything else in White, could only manage a half-hearted attempt. 

The trees were close now, only another hill away, so Victor tucked his head down further and pushed, pushed again, willing frozen muscles that were burning with exhaustion to just keep going. His shirt was soaked with melted snow and sweat, the lukewarm water quickly freezing again in a constant cycle that left him shaking and stiff. His fingers had gone past cold into numbness, and he knew he only had a little longer before he’d start to feel warm again- a death knell. For not the first time, he wished he’d been born a fire mage- the element was common and somewhat weakened by the state of the world’s magic, but even a candle’s flame would have been helpful right now. His own threads, strengthened by the rune at his back, couldn’t help him now. Pain couldn’t help him now, not when there was nobody to ruin. And it didn’t even matter what kind of power coursed through his body if there was poison getting in the way. 

Victor felt a snarl escape between his teeth as the ground shifted beneath him, the upward ice-slicked plain finally leveling out. The sun was gone, had been for the past several minutes, but the snow and clouds together reflected light, just enough to see by. In the eerily bright half-light of the storm, he could see the ground gradually falling in front of him to merge with a row of snow-dusted pines a few yards away. A faint glow of relief filled Victor’s chest, and he took a precious second to dust the snow off his cloak.

Something wrong stopped him, and his eyes fell to his gloved fingers, noting the quick, stiff jerk of his limbs that drained all of the brief relief away. 

His hands weren’t shaking. 

A single thought echoed in his head, smoothed out from the rest of the swirling voices. Pure reason, and beneath that, panic.

Trees. Now. 

Victor lunged for the pines as the slick ice slipped beneath his boots, sending him head-over-heels down the slope and into the snow for the second time that day. He shoved himself stiffly to his knees, ignoring the way his fingers refused to curl, the way his mind was rapidly beginning to blur, the way his chest had started to thaw out. He only kept moving, limping into the woods with only a face to drive him on. Everything else- the ice against his skin, his thoughts, the sounds of the taiga- had faded into nothing like the sunlight. That face, that goal. He had to, he needed to find his friend.

The wind was quieter here, blocked by a fortress of branches and piles of snow. Trees soared above him like spearpoints, their needles coated with the same white powder that crunched crisply beneath his boots. It sounded nice, in a way, like the gravel shifting beneath his back when he and Eli used to lie down in the palace gardens, trying to imagine what plants looked like in full bloom. They’d laughed a lot on those days, even more when Angie was around, and crows did he miss both of them right now. His feet slid to a halt as he tried to drag up the memories, quieting the rustling sound beneath near-forgotten conversations. Angie and her laugh, so different from the choked gasp that had been her last breath, and Eli and his smile, so unlike the grimace across his face as he’d drawn back on his bowstring-

His gaze slid around the forest, unable to find anything but the same tall trees, straight as arrows piercing the sky. They reminded Victor of Eli, his best friend and only his best friend and maybe also his enemy, but he was too tired to remember why they’d started hating each other.

Which friend was he looking for again?

Pain suddenly blossomed under his skin, above his heart, in his side, beside his spine, echoes of arrows, harsh against the backdrop of the warming cold. His knees ached terribly, his hair was frozen into spikes, and his entire body felt too cold and too numb and too hot all at once. He wanted to lie down in the snow, like he had before with Eli, and bury himself in it until he was hidden from view. Until there were no arrows, no bodies, just himself and the cold drawing out all of the liquid fire that had curled inside his ribs.

A chuckle rocked Victor’s body, shaking him harder than the missing shivers, and with a final grunt he slid down into the snow, pawing at the clasp of his cloak.

Maybe I am a fire mage, maybe, maybe I…

“Shit, Vic, what are you doing!?”

Footsteps thudded behind him, drawing closer, and somehow between one and the next Victor was sprawled on his back in the white ice, terribly warm and desperately trying to tear off his cloak for a little air. He’d never been so hot in his life, he felt like he was going to melt into a pale puddle right there on the ground, so when someone slid next to him and snatched his hands away from his cloak’s pin, he hissed in rage. “Let g-go!” His voice shuddered terribly- surely from the heat at this point, a far more pressing issue than the stranger. He tried to pull his hands back, but the newcomer’s grip was a vise around each wrist, stronger than the shackles he’d worn a day before, or had it been two?

Crows, it was too hot.

“No, Vic, no, you’re going to freeze if you pull that off! Just calm down, stop fighting, just stop-”

The man overhead was massive and wrapped in a thick fur hood and cloak; he looked more bear than human, but Victor swore he’d heard that voice before somewhere. It wasn’t Eli- he sounded like sugar most of the time, a contrast to the bitterness he hid inside- but it suddenly occurred to him that Eli wasn’t there, he was back in Wrighton, no doubt savoring Victor’s exile like the smug bastard he was. But if Eli was in Wrighton, and he’d been looking for a friend, he remembered that much, then who…

“M-Mi-Mitch?”

“Of course it’s me, you asked me to wait for you!”

All of it came rushing back, the planning, Mitch’s own release a week prior, their time together in the dungeon. Victor remembered Mitch, each thought slowly sharpening the man overhead into focus- tattooed, imposing, and a full head taller than anybody else Victor had ever seen. A man with a body meant for the barracks if there ever was one and a mind far stronger than his muscles. Mitch’s gaze was simultaneously calculating and concerned for Victor’s state. The paler man swallowed down a sudden urge to chide Mitch for the worry. Such care would be a weakness for anyone else, but Mitch was tough enough to handle it and he had been Victor’s ally, and certainly the closest thing he had to a friend- a non-backstabbing, unmalicious one- since they’d met. 

Usually, the pair worked well in tandem, two bones in a joint working in unison, but now there was something out-of-sync. Unlike Victor, Mitch was obviously freezing, shivering like a leaf as he struggled to get something soft and fuzzy wrapped around the other man’s narrow shoulders. Meanwhile, Victor was burning up, and, reminded of his state, Victor began to snap at him again, this time with all the force of the domineering personality he’d been known for back home. “Stop it! I-It’s too hot!” He swatted at Mitch’s hands like an angry cat, but between Mitch’s size and his own stiffness, it was like beating a stick against a stone wall- pointless. There was nothing he could do before he was swathed in fur blankets and suspended in the other’s arms.

Victor didn’t let it stop him.

“Mitch, y-y-you absolute g-git, get m-me out of this before I s-stab you with my c-cloak pin.”

Mitch for his part seemed equally undeterred, all of his focus set on marching back the way he came through the woods with Victor in tow. Victor’s blows, if they could even be called blows, couldn’t even catch his attention.

“No Vic, you’ll die if I do that now. You’re freezing to death.”

“N-no I’m not, I’m o-overheating-”

“Vic, I s-swear on every snow-forsaken tree in this forest that you, in fact, are not melting or burning up or whatever else your overdramatic tail has come up with. You are freezing,” He emphasized the last word as he pulled the edge of the blanket higher on Victor’s chest, his own teeth chattering faintly. “End of story, and you know that feeling hot d-during the winter means you’re actually frozen. You know that, so stop wriggling.”

Victor paused, considering, still unconvinced by his own lack of shivers and the fire within his chest. Anyone worth their salt in the North knew the symptoms of cold exposure, but his mind was conveniently refusing to yield most of that information, still focused on the lingering thoughts of fire and confusion from earlier. Considering that he’d had a lapse of clarity so strong he’d thought he still liked Eli a minute ago, he arguably wasn’t in a position to trust his judgment. Another minute passed as he considered whether or not even considering his own mental state qualified as sound logic, before he finally gave up with a huff and settled down, satisfied to at least test Mitch’s theory for curiosity’s sake. It wasn’t like testing theories had ever hurt him before. 

“I-if I die, it’s on y-you.”

“Guard’s honor Victor, you are absolutely dying of cold right now.”

Another huff. “You die o-once, y-you’ve died a thou-thousand times.”

“Shut up and warm up. Now.”

***

An hour or so later, the world was still cloaked in shades of gray, with the dark trees and pale snow standing in stark contrast in the misty air. Victor squinted at it and the few flakes that made it past the foliage through the sparks of a fire, his mind caught somewhere else as he dreamed about the future, shivering all the while.

A few minutes after his discovery, Mitch had arrived at a pre-made camp, the one he’d promised to make and wait at for Victor’s arrival. He’d propped Victor against a tree and they’d gone about the tricky business of warming someone away from the brink of death. Now, Victor was in drier, warmer clothes and in several layers of blankets, and between them and the crackling heat of the flames, he was much warmer. Technically- he still felt like a block of ice.

The plan was to move out at dawn when the weather warmed; Mitch assured him that he’d left everything they’d need to escape Merit in a nearby town, but it was too dark and too cold to try and make it there tonight. Victor had agreed with Mitch’s plan without complaint- he felt much better, especially in terms of his mental function, but he wasn’t going to risk exposure again for the sake of a few saved hours.

“What about Makt?”

Victor shook his head tiredly, trying to will his muscles to still and his teeth to stop chattering. Freezing to death had definitely been unpleasant, but the symptoms of recovery were making it very hard to be grateful for the rescue. 

“No, it’s too far away to be worth it, and t-there’s enough unrest there as it is. Too much competition. We’re better suited staying c-c-close to Merit.”

Mitched hummed his acknowledgement, leaning forward to stir the fire’s cinders with a stick. Like Victor, he’d warmed up since reaching the campsite, and was no longer shivering from the cold. He’d taken off his cloak and coat before rolling his sleeves to his elbows, trying to avoid anything igniting as he tended to the fire. Under the fabric, there’d only been skin and ink. There were no spell marks on his arms, no runes or brands, only several dark tattoos curved into different shapes. Victor had noticed in prison- it was one of the first things he’d noticed, something that had clued him in to the fact that Mitch was more than he seemed. He’d had no trace of magic lingering in his wake, never tried summoning a spell as a means of escape or victory in a fight. Mitch didn’t have any magic, and unlike most of the White world, he’d chosen to accept that, refusing to mark his skin with runes or brands that promised a modicum of power. Instead, he’d decorated himself with ink for no more reason than he liked the look, and to Victor, that was a sign of strength. A willingness to work with the cards life dealt you instead of demanding more.

Not that he was going to judge those who did- he had his own rune to bear.

After a few more prods from the stick, a dazzling cloud of sparks rose from the flames with a sharp crack, the fire’s protest to the intrusion, and Victor watched each one rise, trying to find a pattern to the flight of the swirling lights. 

“We’ll start at Esquire.”

Mitch’s brows cut sharp arcs across his face, surprise leaking through his voice. “Why there?” Esquire was a city-state that sat just past the mountains and the valley’s end. It was acceptable as any place in the North, but there wasn’t much to distinguish it from anywhere else. Just a large city with its own monarchs and  a criminal underbelly that Victor seemingly wanted to burrow into.

Victor met Mitch’s gaze through the haze of the flames, blue eyes bright as the floating cinders. “It’s close and it’s small. When t-the time comes, it will be easy to seize, and t-then we can expand from there. Get more territory, get m-more men, and then… he looked up towards the sky, searching through the darkness that could have been pines or could have been sky, watching as each spark rose until it faded into oblivion. He watched it and imagined the same light disappearing in a pair of warm brown eyes- the same eyes that had flashed with anger as they’d watched three arrows pierce through Victor’s flesh. 

He would smother that light.

He would ruin it.

And he would kill Eli Ever if it was the last thing he ever did.

“Then we t-take the throne.”

#victor vale is a problem no matter which world he's in #granted so is eli #and pretty much everyone else in this series #that's vicious for you #vicious #ve schwab #vicious fic #vicious ve schwab #vengeful #victor vale #mitch turner #eli ever #eli cardale #mitchell turner #adsom #adsom fic #white wolves of london fic #victor dane au #tw hypothermia #profanity warning #tw injury #bee writes

[sparktober]

Sparktober Bingo 2021!

Back for a new generation: Sparktober Bingo!

Instead of coming up with an Atlantis-specific list of prompts, I compiled a bunch of 2021 -tober prompt lists into one google doc here. (Links to original prompt lists are on the google doc.) Add in a list of Atlantis episodes and...

How to play:

Choose a “flavor” from the prompt sets below the cut, then paste it into this fandom bingo card generator.

Adjust your browser size til it looks right and take a screenshot, or use the html script if you’re familiar with using html on tumblr. Tag @sparktober​ if you want us to reblog it so everyone knows you’re playing!

  Sparktober Bingo Rules:

Complete a row/column, corners, or a blackout of your card by November 1, or not! Update as you go.

All fan-works are allowed: art, edits, fic, meta... bonus points to anyone who picks the “sprinkles” flavor and goes full mid-aughts by filling their bingo cards with 100x100 pixel icons.

You are allowed to pull multiple cards until you get one that inspires you, and you can also go through the prompt list of your choice in advance to pull out squicks or things you absolutely won’t write. I recommend not googling unfamiliar words from your work computer.

Use the prompts liberally! Episode titles can be treated as the episode or as generic prompts (e.g. “Epiphany” can be for an episode-related fic or a prompt for an epiphany of your choice).

  Flavor descriptions:

VANILLA: Gen prompt lists from Fictober, Inktober, Trektober Gen, and Trektober Trek.

CHOCOLATE: Zesty prompt lists from Trektober NSFW, Kinktober, and Whumptober. The multiple-prompts-per-day from Kinktober and Whumptober have been broken into individual prompts.

CANDY CORN: Fall / holiday themed prompts from TUA-tober.

SPRINKLES: Atlantis episode list (in order, in case you only want to copy certain seasons), along with characters and a few Atlantis-specific prompts.

TWIST: All of the above! (You can also manually mix and match different flavors, of course.)

Text blocks to copy into the bingo card generator are below the cut. Enjoy!!

VANILLA

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty

  CHOCOLATE

A/B/O; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; Hide & Seek; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Pressure; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Nightmares; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex

  CANDY CORN

Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Ghosts; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Halloween

  SPRINKLES

Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Adrift; Lifeline; Reunion; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

 TWIST

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; A/B/O; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex; Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Lifeline; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

#sparktober is coming #sparktober #sparktober bingo

[nemain-og-mactire]

Since I hate myself I guess, here's this; basically, I've been doing a lot of Némain complying to LoL/Arcane lore while also neglecting the lore for WolfWalkers, which is the movie she's based on as a WolfWalker. So, while I type this, I just hope WW lore won't affect LoL lore in this fic. Such is the task when creating crossover ocs- trying to keep two lores in balance. @transgirl-artemis for you ♥️

Piltover's WolfWalker.

Némain looked over to Fiadh, who was staying over at their house, probably in hopes to grow closer to her biological child. “So... Have you had any wolf dreams?” The auburn haired woman asked, leaning closer as she could over a table. Némain frowned. “Not for years. Had it beaten out of me when I was... Well, it's fine.” She shook her head.

“You know you've got connection to the arcane, right?” Fiadh asked lowly, as mentioning anything about the arcane was considered taboo. The strange question made Némain lean backwards, puzzled and shaking her head. “No. No. I have no connection to the arcane. It's dangerous.” She stood, shaking. “This conversation is over.”

Fiadh stood too. “Némain, please listen to me. The arcane is about as dangerous as your blade legs. If you're fine with those,” she pointed at the legs. “So what's wrong with having a thing of magic? You're a WolfWalker, like me.”

“No. No, absolutely not. And these, must I remind you, are because I lost mine!” Némain felt hurt that her supposed mother said that. Camille entered the kitchen, noticed the ice and, turning to Fiadh, told her to leave.

That night, Némain couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about Fiadh's words, and was terrified that the "wolf dream" would just be her mind pretending it's real. Finally, she fell asleep.

In her dreams, a giant red brown furred wolf with the same eyes as her approached her. It looked sad. Her dream self blinked, as it was in first person, as if she was watching it approach. Then, she saw her own face when she opened her eyes in the dream.

And she awoke.

The first thing she noticed was the scents. Everything smelled stronger, she could see these scents. Everything also seemed smaller, and she looked down.

And yelped.

She was a wolf.

And her body was before her, fast asleep and peaceful.

Némain fell off her bed, and she heard Camille walk towards the sound of the loud thump. “Némain? Are you alright?” She heard her mother ask, feeling the vibrations of the movement that came towards her room. “No, no, no.” When she spoke, all Camille would have heard were barks and whines, which made Camille enter Némain's room faster. Leg raised to strike, Camille saw the direwolf standing in Némain's bedroom, on the floor. She lunged forth, but the massive wolf somehow managed to dodge and run out of the door, whining the whole time. Camille gave chase around the house, always behind but never close enough to actually slash the wolf. Némain managed to get back to her bed, tapping her paw on her hand. “How do I reverse this?” She whined. Camille appeared at the door, her eyes glowing as she calculated the best way to kill the wolf without hurting Némain. Golden light emitted from Némain's hand and paw, the wolf's body becoming a golden light, the light entering Némain's body just as she jolted up in bed, gasping. Camille stood down, confused. “Némain? What... What was that? I do not understand.” Not even the cyborg understood.

Gasping, Némain whispered, “I'm a WolfWalker...” Némain told Camille what Fiadh told her, of the wolf dream. “And this is an arcane thing?” Camille asked. Neither knew, as arcane was, still, taboo. “What if this happens again? What am I supposed to do? Touch grass?” Némain began freaking out.

“I'm not sending you out of Piltover just to touch grass. We'll find grass here so you can ground yourself.” Camille cracked a smile as Némain gave her a weird look. “Did you just... Make a joke? You? Queen of having a stick up your arse? You, who tells others to "not be funny, be useful"? You?! Make an actual joke?”

“It appears that your horrible sense of humour finally rubbed off on me.” Camille shook her head, moving forward to her daughter. “What am I to do with you?”

“Not throw me to sleep outside now that I'm a literal large wolf?”

Camille looked disappointed at her.

“So, have you had a wolf dream yet?” Fiadh asked, almost looking smugly. Némain didn't give a reaction.

“Yes.”

“And?”

Camille and Némain looked to each other. “I told Warwick that I keep the Wolves at bay. Rest assure that I will look after Némain.” Camille replied.

“I am not wearing a leash.” Némain tapped at the counter.

“So what is Warwick?” Fiadh asked but Camille shook her head. “According to him, a weapon. Boo hoo. He's a danger to Piltover.”

Némain stared at her mother. “So am I, yet you keep me.”

Fiadh and Camille look at their kid.

#némain óg mactíre