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Akiko Tsukimi / Sailor Ganymede

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:Mission:

One year before the harrowing battle of the Silver Millenium four princesses vanished from their Kingdoms without a trace. One month after Usagi battled Queen Beryl and resurrected all she loved with the power of the Silver Crystal, one of the lost has awoken.

Shina, newly moved from America to Japan, has found herself the target of a new enemy. Elder Bocuk, claims he is the chosen one to unite the Effigy of Seasons and bring on the Endless Night. He has brainwashed Sailor Io, Callisto and Ganymede, and all he needs is Sailor Europa’s phenomenal winter powers to snuff out the sun’s light.

With the help of Sailor Moon and her team, Sailor Europa must track down the Galilean Scout’s civilian identities, win back their Talisman and remind them of who they really are, all before Winter Solstice.

Because even while Shina’s powers grow, so does that of her enemy. As the seasons change, time is running out for everyone.

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Civilian Form

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:Name & Meaning:

Akiko means Autumn’s Child, Tsukimi means Looking at the Moon. It reminds others of harvest time and the Autumn Moon Festival.

:Age & Birthday:

Akiko is fifteen, a year above Shina and born October 3rd.

:Appearance:

Small and slender, she is the shortest of the Galilean Guardians at 5’2. From her mother she inherited her mocha skin and rich chocolate coloured hair which she began to grow out as soon as she started to outwardly transition. She has two braids that circle her crown and bind at the nape of her neck into a loose ponytail with an rose-peach bow.

After she’s been purified, she spends her free time in her garden with big overalls, loose floral blouses and an enormous straw hat with a sunflower stuck on it. She’s still gaining confidence through her transition and hides her boyish figure under oversized woollen sweaters. Shina ways encourages her to express herself and in their bedrooms dress up in floral sundresses to match her straw hat.

:Personality:

Rejoining the team, Akiko has fallen into habits from a lifetime ago. While Shina has always been blue sky ideas, it was Prince Maple’s job to make them happen. Obsessively methodical and attentive to small details, she nitpicks every step of the way with her face pinched in concentration as she worries about every step.

Tactics, lists and research are all part of her arsenal and her greatest lament in her transition is girl’s don’t have pockets. Instead she isn’t without her backpack, stuffing to the brim with notepad, pens, string, screwdrivers, tissues and extra paper, always paper. She loves to plan, but her fussy personality means a plan is never quite finished and she needs others to give her the push to start.

This hesitation to start also trickles into her life as a Guardian as she internalises her small stature. She’s not cowardly, but she overthinks her weakness could put others in danger. Instead she will linger back, attack from a distance and strategise. She’s excellent at seeing the big picture and great at putting everyone’s specialties together into amazing battle strategies.

However Shina is the one exception. She spent all of the Silver Millenium being protected by Princess Frost; she knows it’s her turn to protect Sailor Europa.

:Likes:

Akiko loves spending time in her garden, planning her planting year, dressing up in fancy clothes, and cooking her favourite foods with her home grown ingredients. She also loves Halloween! She’s a total wallflower until halloween where she plans a giant party where she prepares all the party treats, games and plans her costume months in advance.

:Dislikes:

Animals eating her hard work, aphids, things not going according to plan, people judging her for her life choices.

:Hobbies:

Akiko loves the peace of her garden, the feel of the soil she helped enrich under her fingers and the pride of seeing her plants flourish under her care.

:Orientation:

Although born male, Akiko always felt unsure in her body. Fortunately her mother and her stepfather saw her struggle and accepted her. When her grandmother invited her to Japan, it was a chance to transition fully with a fresh start. She legally changed her name and gender in the Philippines, and began her new life across the world.

:Background:

Akiko was born when a Japanese businessman named Osamu abandoned a young woman in the Philippines.

However Kuri was strong, resilient and loving; giving birth to a small baby boy and remarried a kind and compassionate man. Bayani was the only father they knew. Both recognised as the child grew they preferred dresses and makeup and allowed them the freedom to explore.

When they turned twelve, her wealthy Japanese grandmother tracked down the child her arrogant son abandoned and offered her a life in Japan. Kuri encouraged her to follow this opportunity.

Her grandmother, Eri, was a woman who may also have been fluid in her youth if not for society’s expectations. She accepted her new grandchild with all her heart, helping Akiko choose her new name and hired a tutor to teach her Japanese ways.

However her father never acknowledged her existence, especially as the timelines become morally blurry. He married and fathered a child a mere seven months older than Akiko, a stepsister named Kamiko.

When Akiko was adopted, Osamu questioned his inheritance and encouraged his daughter to build a relationship with Obaasan Eri as well. Kamiko was competitive, a bully and a snob, alway jeering at Akiko when Obaasan wasn’t looking, and not wanting to cause trouble Akiko kept quiet.

Newly transitioned, settled into her new school, Shiba Koen Public Middle School. Everything was going well, until one day she blacked out… awakening as Dark Knight Ganymede.

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:Family:

Osamu was the reckless, egotistical son of a businessman, living a hedonistic life and never expected ‘boyish mistakes’ to catch up with him. Instead his father’s death revealed not only the 50/50 split of the Satsuki Inc with his mother, but also the lovechild he left behind. Furious and thwarted, he’s never recognised Akiko as his child, only as another rival for his inheritence.

Despite her start in life, Akiko could not have asked for more loving parents; Kuri and Bayani. Well off after some tidy investments, she was raised middle class in loud, crowded Manilla but more than anything they let her know it was okay to be true to herself.

Obaasan Eri is kind, loving but very shrewd. She’s excellent at reading people and there is nothing Akiko can hide from her to the point she wonders if the old woman can read her mind. She believes in honesty, and so was always disappointed with how her son turned out who has avoided consequences all his life. She protects her granddaughter from his cold, cutting insults and promised Akiko would always be family. It was Eri who introduced Akiko to the joys of the garden, although her arthritis stops her from joining.

Akiko has no contact with her stepmother other than a cold look from a limousine when her stepsister, Kamiko is dropped off.

:Friends:

Akiko, cautious about opening up to others, has always tended to prefer her own company. After being purified she falls back into her old friendships with the other Galilean Senshi.

Shina has always been her best friend despite their yin and yang personalities. After their reunion, each morning before parting ways for school they braid each other’s hair and gossip. They meet after school to hangout around Akihabara. While Shina prefers to ‘patrol for the criminal element’, Akiko is on the lookout for a cute new outfit.

Akiko’s friendship with Chinatsu and Momoka have always had clique-ish views on life. There are hierarchies in life, outsiders and an in-crowd of which they, the Galilean Guardian, are high class.

Chinatsu constantly tried to style herself leader of the Galilean Guardian; the logical, sensible but also bossy one. Her strictness on rules and honour appeals to Akiko but she is constantly expected to follow along rather than form her own opinions.

Momoko is sweet, dreamy and loves to cheer everyone up. She’s always telling her ‘don’t worry about it!’ This carelessness sends Akiko’s anxiety skyrocketing because although she’s a yes-man to a tee and absently follows along with whatever everyone else is doing at the time it will only last as long as you can keep her attention.

Outside of the Guardians, Akiko is also friends with Setsuna who recognised her attention to detail and offered her a junior assistant position in her research laboratory after school where she keeps inventory and records reference materials.

:Rivals:

Akiko tries to be understanding and welcoming of everyone because of her own feelings as an outsider. That is put to the test in the face of Kamiko, her prim, extravagant stepsister.

Kamiko’s disdain for Akiko is always beneath the surface, hidden to keep Obaasan happy but conversations are laced with insincere smiles, backhanded compliments and attempts to prove who is the better granddaughter.

She doesn’t know Akiko is trans, but she would definitely use it against her. A daddy’s girl at heart, she’s inherited her fathers smug temperament and refusal to face her mistakes.

:Love Interests:

Akiko trusts Shina with her life and shyly wonders if there could be more because no one wants her to love herself more than Shina.

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Guardian Form

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:Name:

Sailor Ganymede, Guardian of Autumn’s Change

:Guardian Starseed:

Sailor Ganymede treasures her true starseed of the moon Ganymede. During the Silver Millennium it was often described as its cornucopia because of its rich soil and agriculture. The Autumn Palace was a sprawling plaza open to its citizens and known for its mouthwatering festival days.

:Realm of Influence:

Sailor Ganymede’s influence is a reflection of autumn’s transition. She both reflects its ripening harvest and abundance, but also time’s passage and decay.

:Awakening:

Prince Maple is able to break through Eldar Bocuk’s brainwashing when Sailor Europa presents him with a photograph taken at last year’s Harvest Festival. It featured Akiko, her mother and father who flew over for a visit, her obaasan and a pumpkin overflowing the cart they dragged it in.

It reminded her she could be true to herself and for the first time transformed from Dark Knight Ganymede to Sailor Ganymede in a rush of chilling wind and leaves. However Akiko, with her willpower restored, knows the truth. A splinter of Eldar Bocuk’s corrupting ice remains embedded in her heart and she knows it, and Dark Knight Ganymede, could awaken any time.

:Past Life:

Once she was Prince Maple, the dutiful son of the Court of Ganymede who was constantly in the shadow of the loud, impulsive Princess of Europa. Already he felt judged by his parents for his lithe and petite build compared to other Knights of the Sol System. He shied away from the harsh weaponcraft of Eldar Calydon, choosing a softer life and academic pursuits. His interests led him to be good friends with the Galilean tutor, Eldar Bocuk who shared his love of Sol System history.

On Europa’s winter solstice, Eldar Bocuk took the opportunity to introduce them to the Ice Crystal Ruins. When the children scattered Maple tried to follow after the excitable Princess Frost, only to lose himself in the icy labyrinthine walls. Unknown to him, the corrupted teacher tracked and knocked out each child one by one and Prince Maple never knew what hit him.

To everyone, the children vanished in a mysterious blizzard, but for more than a year he and his friends were trapped in the deep dungeons of the ruins, undetected by the best of the Sol System. His once kind teacher was now his brutal and unforgiving master, enamoured by an ancient prophecy that he thought could make the royalty of Europa the new sovereigns of Sol.

It should have been a joy when Princess Frost escaped, but corrupted with hate, Prince Maple was sent to recapture her. The other Galilean Guardians failed, and were reincarnated in the next life with the splinter of ice still piercing their heart.

:Enemy:

Once the loyal head priest of Europa’s temples, Eldar Bocuk was one of the Galilean Guardians' many teachers. Kind, friendly but easily lost in academic interests, he thought it would be an excellent history lesson to see the Ice Crystal Ruins, once home to the royal family before a forgotten war.

Once defiled by the corruption trapped under the ancient palace, he became obsessed with the idea of Europa ruling the Sol System and used an ancient prophecy, Scourge of Seasons, which uses the Four Talisman of the Galilean Senshi to extinguish the light of the Sun.

:Guardian Animal:

Yuto was a young man from the exo-planet of Tytos and training under Dia. Its citizens are known for their owl-like shape. His natural form is that of a barn owl with glossy fawn and white feathers. His human form is a short, dapper boy in rich green Georgian era attire, both a little undersized even for Tytonians. This small size pushed him to be bright and full of energy, especially disliking when people try to tell him he can’t do something.

Yuto feels incredibly guilty because he snuck in behind Dia and as she freed Princess Frost, he tried to free Prince Maple but was too loud and attracted the attention of the guards. If he hadn’t been so impatient, maybe they could have rescued all the children…

:Allies/Team Mates:

Shina Yukime Tsukimi aka Princess Frost aka Sailor Europa aka the Winter Guardian She looks up to her best friend as the unofficial leader of the Galilean Guardians by her sheer charismatic optimism alone. Everything is possible if you believe! However, when the glitter wears off it often leaves Sailor Ganymede in the unenviable position of making it a reality. It leaves her exasperated and panicky of disappointing Shina because it’s clearly such a good idea!

Momoka Harukaze aka Princess Kiran aka Sailor Io aka the Spring Guardian Sailor Ganymede and Sailor Io are often sandwiched between the opposing personalities of Sailor Europa and Sailor Callisto. Io will agree to any plan with a cheerful smile but Ganymede also knows that any plan with Sailor Io as the lynchpin is likely to go astray as she loses focus easily.

Chinatsu Akino aka Princess Saki aka Sailor Callisto aka the Summer Guardian

Bossy and strict, Callisto puts a lot of faith in Ganymede’s plans, and doesn’t believe in taking chances. In theory they should get on well, both preferably choosing sensible plans but Ganymede doesn’t like the other girl’s condescending tone as she tells others what she wants.

:Henshin Token:

Usually Ganymede transforms with her Effigy, the Pentacle of Ganymede but without it Luna had to improvise their transformation tokens. With Dia’s help they were able to convert Akiko’s phone into her power focus. It’s a modern flip phone with a twist. Its outer case is peach, with an embossed vine motif around its edge and inside both screens are touch compatible.

:Henshin Phrase:

“Ganymede Moon Power, Makeup!”

:Henshin Sequence: Ganymede quickly punches in her code, 1031 (Halloween!), and clutches the phone to her breast, murmuring her phrase, “Ganymede Moon Power, Makeup!” and throws it above her head. As she does, leaves pour from the screen. First fresh green leaves billow around her body and cling to her arms forming gloves. As the wind carries the leaves they turn a crisp golden yellow and form her knee high boots. The wind springs up in a whirlwind around her body and the leaves continue to change into a burnt orange to form her skirt and collar. Finally the beautiful leaves ruffled her auburn hair with a final beautiful red maple leaf crumpled and decayed between her eyes revealing the symbol of Ganymede.

Finally, Sailor Ganymede the Fall Guardian is prepared to fight!

:Symbol:

:Guardian Challenge:

“The leaves may fall from their branches but I will not. I am the guardian fighting for the autumn skies. I am Sailor Ganymede!”

:Guardian Fuku:

Clad in the Sol fuku with the unique flutter sleeves of the Galilean senshi. Her primary colour is a slightly pastel pumpkin orange for her collar and skirt with a rich emerald green for her bows. She wears knee high boots with a split down the outer hem and embroidered with leaves and vines. She also has pumpkin shaped earrings dangling from their vines.

:Starseed Talisman:

It is only with Sailor Europa’s help and encouragement could she boost her powers and summon her Starseed Talisman. The Ganymede’s Brambling Lash is a whip that grows thorns on command to both bind and slash at the enemy.

:Attacks:

Ganymede Autumn Chorus

Sailor Ganymede twirls her finger conjuring an autumn wind that blows masses of colourful leaves to blind and distract the enemy.

Gothic Spirit Scare

Ganymede appears to meditate, going deathly still and staring blankly at the enemy. As she does misty forms take shape, looming spectres that stills the enemy’s heart and paralyses them with fear.

Hallowtide Razor Wind

Ganymede spins and windmills her arms, calling icy gusts sprinkled with the first autumn frosts to tear and slash the enemy.

Ganymede Seasonal Decay

This attack requires physical touch and accelerates ageing as Ganymede knows that everything has its time to live and die. She mostly uses it to decay inanimate objects such as weapons, rusting metal and rotting wood to weaken an enemy but this is actually her ultimate attack, one she refuses to use unless pushed to the brink and watch a creature whither and turn to dust before her eyes.

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Miscellaneous

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:Inspirations:

:Soundtrack:

Theme: Autumn- Antonio Vivaldi

Transformation: Transformation Song- Spirit Rangers

:Seiyuu:

Her Japanese Voice: https://youtu.be/i3slrIJM1vM

Her English voice: https://youtu.be/VPHo_UyopFU

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lucifersbimbobitch · 2 years

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Captain America To The World A Coward To You

Bucky x Reader

Summary : You come into contact with elder Steve, everyone saying he was gone, but you found him living alone secluded the remaining time he had left out in a secluded area. Only you weren't there to remicinate faithful times, you were there to say what what truly on your mind regarding your husband and an older version of your best friend in front of you.

Warnings: angst some language

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A walk in the park to clear your mind is what you usually took most mornings. Your husband the ex-winter solider as he was usually known as had fallen asleep finally after a restless night once again full of nightmares and the usual ruminating on the past, it broke your heart but you needed a break so once again you headed out your heart breaking every time you thought of the love of your life suffering.

You sighed pressing a finger to your temple.

“Oh Nat, if you were still here.” You brushed tears forming on your brow away with a swish of your finger, she was your best friend and you would tell her anything but she was gone and with Sam being a trusted figure for you and one of your closest friends when it came to your love for your husband you just found it easier to talk with her since you spoke about everything but you couldn’t so you just continued walking hoping to rid of some of the tension you felt by letting the suns rays lay on your skin.

You’d been walking for a better part of an hour until you came into view with it, the time machine or what was left of it when Captain America decided to leave, to go back in time to be with his first love, though it left you picking up the peices of a broken best friend and still picking them up to this day.

“Shit, it’s just how we left it.” You mumbled to yourself, feeling your hand turn into a fist, anger boiling inside you. Steve was your best friend and now when you thought of him you wanted to do what people rumoured him to be, which was the moon and you would voluntarily fling him to it.

You were about to fall to your knees in tears on remembering the incident. Steve leaving never returning living in a world where Bucky could possibly still be the Winter Solider, and the simple fact where they could have had a chance to live the rest of their lives together was presented and by the amount of times you and him fought for Bucky it seemed that he didn’t care and it burned your core every time you thought of it.

Just as you were about to break down something caught your eye or someone. The same bench where the shield was given up to Sam was occupied by the same gentlemen who gave it to him and that was Steve and there he was once more sitting there just peacefully living his life like an old man would like you all would if the events of your lives didn’t happen. But there he was with what you deserved happiness and peace and what you and your husband had was opposite and you wouldn’t have any of it.

You marched up to him, and he looked at you, shock crossing his eyes and just by your body language he knew, and you wanted him to see your anger and everything he did when he left.

"Y/N I-" an old voice erupted from the man in front of you years of age in that tone. Only you know that it was years of inmiturity.

"Enough." Your voice came out as thick as poison, every syllable was hatred towards the man you thought was going to be there with you till the end of the line only that line broke long ago.

You took a breath careful of what to say not wanting to say anything that would make you seem like a women terrorizing an old man or anything that would take up to much time because this man in front of you wasn't worth it.

"Nightmares, every night. He doesn't sleep, he still blames himself. Years spent beliving you were dead, until you revealed yourself only for him to gain hope that you were coming back that you would save him, only you left and get to be happy while he's still in misery." Your words stung him you could tell by the flinch in his body movement.

"I'm still in misery." Your voice broke.

"Y/N I'm sorr-" He began but you put up your finger.

"I don't care about you. I don't give a fuck about you, but why did you leave him is the only question I have for you?"

He took a breath and looked at the water past you.

"I fell in love a long time ago, Bucky fell in love with you right that night at the Expo, so as best friends we spoke, what was better me going back and you two living your lives or just me lingering here while you two continue with your lives. We decided that I go and so I did but I left him with you because I knew you would take care of him, the love you have for one another is something that I've never seen before." He finished hoping you would agree.

But you didn't it only made you more angry but you thought about your times with Bucky and realized that even in times of down that you would be there and he didn't need to worry about Steve because he was gone, and you realized that right in front of you.

"I know your not here, I know this is an illusion that you placed if I were ever to come back." You sighed.

"I don't care for you but unlike you he doesn't have to be afraid that someone will leave him again because he has me. Wether you would have stayed if Natasha was still here or if you went back knowing Peggy still had a family it didn't matter what you did was wrong."

You brushed your hand through "Steve" the beam of light just moving there programmed for what seemed to be an AI of the late Captain America.

You closed your eyes and let him go.

"He's safe with me, and nobody will ever hurt him again. Unlike you I'm with him till the end of forever not just the line. And that's a promise that I won't break. Captain America to the world when in reality your just a coward." And with that you walked off your heart full ready to help your husband anyway you needed.

Only as you walked away the AI whispered before it flickered out forever, before Steve left forever.

"Take care of him Mrs. Barnes" and with that the old light of Steve went out and you were going home to what he left behind only you would hold onto him tighter then anyone ever did before and never ever let go.

Only you didn’t have to, cause before you could turn your back Bucky ran straight into you.

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pinkthick · 1 year

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Can you please write First Christmas as a couple prompt - 20. trying to buy the moon for their S/O because everything else wouldn't be enough, for 616 Stephen Strange? 🥺

Hope you like it💓🫶🏻

Would you even like it?

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Doctor Strange & Wong & Fem!Reader & America chavez

Summary: Coming up on Christmas, Stephen has practically no idea what to get you. Unexpectedly, Wong gives him a crazy idea.

“You need to calm down, Stephen.” Wong's cool voice did not calm the sorcerer at all.

“What if she doesn’t like it, though?” Stephen’s voice full of fustration made Wong look at him with concern.

“I’m sure she’ll like it.” The sorcerer supreme assumed that it wouldn't be too difficult to go shopping with Stephen, but he was so terribly mistaken.

The ex-doctor never really enjoyed shopping, to be honest. Stephen didn't like shopping for clothes or jewelry or spending hours looking around for something he might like. Although it was difficult to find something beautiful or worthy of you, you did deserve something from the sorcerer. All he accomplished was to aggravate his headache, but hey, it's Christmas.

The fact that it was in two weeks wasn't important; it wasn't the point.

So that's why they were out in Paris looking for presents at 10 in the morning, which was way too early for them both. They might not have been so exhausted if it weren't for the fact that night had fallen in America, but let's ignore that.

Why was it so much simpler to buy anything for America or Wong? It was so unfair.

“Look, Stephen. We have been already going throughout this city for at least two hours. I’m sure that she’ll like the necklace.” Wong added, just wishing that Stephen would actually want to go back to the Sanctum. He was exhausted and he really did need to sleep at least 6 hours.

“I don’t know—it’s kind of a cliche.” Stephen started to pace around “Don’t you think that it’s like—very basic?” Without even glancing at Wong, he ran a palm over his face.

Wong eventually stopped even listening to the neurosurgeon when he began to ramble on senselessly. That was absurd. Given that Stephen will give it to you, it stands to reason that you would enjoy it. Sometimes, the two of you were too madly in love to even acknowledge the outside world.

“Are you even paying attention?” Stephen interrupted Wong's train of thought by yelling at him.

"Honestly, no" Can anyone really blame him, though? “Stephen, if you are really going to stress over this, you might as well buy the moon for her.”

Wong didn't believe he would regret saying anything, but when he saw Stephen's expression significantly alter, he did. Oh boy, he recognized that expression on his face.

“You're the best, Wong.” the sorcerer spoke before creating a portal and disappearing through it

He really wasn't going to try to take the moon, was he?

He couldn't pretend that he wasn't initially scared. Even though what he did was rather insane, it eventually turned out okay.

Not only that, but a star is literally a huge, slowly revolving cloud made entirely of hydrogen and helium. Of course, casting a spell to make it little could have caused a lot of issues to occur.

But he made sure it was secure since he wouldn't want you to get injured because of him. Of course, as the star itself gets hotter and denser, a protostar in the shape of a ball results. However, he was able to place it in a transparent comparison.

Stephen checks the necklace while feeling somewhat proud of himself. He didn't truly believe he crossed a line with this. Even if he did missed two nights of sleep, it was still definitely worth it.

Additionally, the spell he created didn't completely obliterate the yard from Kamar-taj, so that’s a bonus.

Uh—In a sense, Maxim Primer's book really did save his life.

He could not deny that the genuine star he placed in the necklace was anything less than fucking spectacular as he grasped it in his hands. Since he has run out of ideas, he is genuinely hoping that you would like the necklace as a gift.

He was back at the Sanctum and as soon as he had finished wrapping your gift, you walked into the bedroom.

“Hey, what’s that?”Even though you were aware that it was one of the Christmas gifts, you still asked.

The small item vanished into thin air with the snap of his fingers as he turned around and grabbed your hand, pulling you ever so slightly closer to him.

“That was your gift.” A smile growed on his face as you pressed a kiss onto his lips, sweet and tender and a bit slow. Once the two of you parted, a shy smile appeared ok your face as you asked “And you’re not going to tell me what’s inside?”

“You're going to have wait till Christmas like everyone else is” he said as he clasped your hands in his and gazed into your mesmerizing eyes.

"What a pity" you uttered in a pretended sorrowful tone.

Even though the second kiss from him was equally brief as the first, it satiated both of your wants.

You let out a small laugh and Stephen thought that he was going to melt right away over how sweet you sounded.

“You’re going to need to stop because you’re going to make me spill the surprise I have for you” Stephen gave you such a loving gaze that it made your heart race.

“Would it really be that bad?” You said as you began to lightly run your finger over his chest.

“Yes, it would.” His head was now leaning over your shoulder and as he leaned closer he released your hand. A smile returned to your face as soon as Stephen's hand touched your own back. Like only a lover could, you were so close to him. You were nearby mentally as much as physically.

You knew Stephen well, he trusted you with his secrets, and you did the same. This clossness was something else, it was intimate, even though the two of you weren’t pressed to each other, bare skin on skin, you two became one. This feeling was so much more.

“So you really won’t tell me?” You asked as he hugged you tighter.

“Not even a chance darling.”

Thanks to America yelling, both of you are awake. At 8:00, you and Stephen both needed to get out of bed. The girl was so excited to be finally celebrating Christmas again after so long. Since she hasn't received gifts for six years, you, Wong, and Stephen made sure that she will be given everything she has ever wanted this year.

But of course she wanted to open the presents right away, she didn’t even want to have breakfast.

Reluctantly, you tore the warm covers off of you and got out of the cozy bed. As you two moved down the corridor, Stephen, who had already gotten out of bed, brought you a cup of coffee. You walked into the living room as you started to hold hands with him and sat down on the couch, seeing America already ripping the paper from each of her presents pretty fiercely.

While America was still concentrating on her gifts, Stephen seized the chance to snap his fingers, causing a small box covered in gold paper to materialize in his hands.

He handed you the box and said, "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

You carefully removed the golden wrapping paper and exposed a little black box. You lifted the lid to show a stunning gold necklace that had something sparkling so brightly, but you weren't sure what it was.

You were perplexed as you watched Stephen scratch the back of his neck, perhaps out of embarrassment, though there was really nothing he had to be embarrassed about.

“It’s um— a star.” He stated as he looked straight into your eyes.

“Like a real star? From our galaxy?” you looked at him as you quite didn’t believe his words.

“Yep.” Stephen said, popping the ‘p’ which gave away how nervous he actually wad.

“You’re insane.” You smiled brightly at him, not really believing what he has done as you kissed him on the cheek. “But I love it.” He then ran his hand down the lenght of your face and kissed you tenderly on your lips.

Both of you heard the sound of a camera and stopped suddenly looking at America as she grinned looking at her phone. “I hope you both know that album I was making last month, is still in need of a lot of photos.”

“How many exactly?” Stephen asked as he looked at a girl with a soft smile.

“Well the page of Christmas 2024 is literally blank right now so I can take as many as I want.” America said as she got on the floor next to where you two were standing and took a quick selfie of the three of you.

Gosh, you loved your little family, even if it was a little strange.

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Been Running (But the Cancer's Catching Up)

Beneath the Misty Moon

Tell Me We're Gonna Make It Out Alive Again

(Borrowing from Andrew Peterson songs for these titles.)

--Rain

Blehhh, I kind of lost inspiration for this, but it's been sitting in my inbox for too long, so I just need to buckle down and do it without trying to be oh-so-clever about it.

Been Running (But the Cancer's Catching Up)

Fandom: Captain America

Primary Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: Steve tells everyone that he's doing okay. He tells himself he's doing okay. But sooner or later, everyone has to break. Even the Star-Spangled Man with a Plan. Because how do you plan for getting frozen for 70 years and then waking up to find that your entire world is gone? How do you carry on when everyone you loved, everyone you lived for, has either died or gotten old and forgotten you? Some days, Steve can't help thinking that it would have been better if he'd fallen asleep under the ice and never woken up.... (Note: Does not contain literal cancer. May contain suicidal ideation.)

Beneath the Misty Moon

Fandom: Harry Potter

Primary Character: Remus Lupin

Summary: A character study of Remus Lupin, seen through the eyes of various characters. Some hate him, some love him, some aren't sure. Something of a memoir for Lupin.

Tell Me We're Gonna Make It Out Alive Again

Fandom: Star Wars

Primary Relationship: Luke Skywalker & Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker

Summary: Darth Vader didn't die on the second Death Star. Or rather, Darth Vader did. Anakin Skywalker survived. Luke made sure of that. After taking him to safety and getting him the extensive medical care necessary to save his life, Luke takes his father to a remote planet for some much-needed time alone, just the two of them. Maybe, when she's ready, Leia will come to visit. But for now, they just need to figure out how to live with each other (and themselves), after everything that's happened. Maybe, along the way, they'll also learn how to be father and son.

#ask and you shall receive #(eventually XD)#a2on1break #ask games #send me a fic title and i'll write a summary for it #captain america #steve rogers #harry potter #remus lupin #star wars #darth vader #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #(and yes that last one would totally be mmw in space XD)

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WTNV quick rundown - 92 - If he had lived

Check out my other rundowns for episodes, shows, book etc here!(or using the tags)

Which came first? The chicken, the egg, or airplanes? Welcome to Night Vale

This episode is about NV's 'National Alternate History Week', in which they celebrate history that could have happened. The Night Vale Historical Society sorts through the local submissions, and the best story gets placed into the elementary school curriculum.

Cecil's submission/story he chooses is wondering what would have happened if Kennedy had lived. Which (according to Cecil) is - first: he would have eaten lunch, he would have gone to Austin, he would have been reelected, he would have pulled the the US out of Vietnam earlier resulting in a different culture landscape and higher population, Jackie Kennedy would have felt no grief (but also be ageless, emotionless, changed).

In 1973: Kennedy is finishing his third term, an embargo in the Middle East results in soaring gas prices (but America is still confident in Kennedy), he saw them through the Cuban Missile Crisis (1962), the Svitz-Franchia Standoff (1967) and the rise of the Blood Space War (1971), he has learnt to multiple himself and visits every single gas station to smile at the long lines of people and fill them with confidence.

He continues to be president through the 70's and 80's where: a bio-pic is made of his life staring mid-level movie star Ronald Reagan (who would soon be washed up), Paul Simon releases his unsuccessful Graceland album about Kennedy's 1982 visit to Graceland, Jackie Kennedy has not aged (may even be younger) and she walks alone at night with anyone who tries to approach pushed back by a faint mist that smells of apple and spice and feels like thousands of needles (witnesses claim her feet don't touch the ground and her arms and inhumanly long).

In modern times, You are our biggest problem and Kennedy (who has been president for decades) wishes to solve you.

In 2080: the coastal regions of the US are being swallowed by the sea, the eighth siege of the great NV temple rages on, the scion of the Dark Order appears, Kennedy brokers a deal with the Sino-Soviet super state to provide safe passage for climate refugees, he says the sea level won't rise any more but it does and millions are displaced, Jackie Kennedy is lying in the rose garden and allowing moss to grow on her feeling like she can almost tell that this alternate history and not what really happened.

Eventually there is the heat death of the universe and everything is reduced down to it's average (beige). The Kennedy's float through space, both vaguely aware that something else was supposed to happen, Kennedy haunted by headaches and vague memories of being shot, Jackie numb to all emotion.

Other alternate histories that were presented this week included: what if Germany had won WWII, what if the South had won the Civil War, what if bathmats were never invented and what if somehow Germany had won the Civil War.

The winner however is that the Beatrix Lohman Memorial Meditation Zone was never built, so it will be demolished to match the new reality.

Weather: "Opposite House" by Cass McCombs

Earlier in the episode Cecil states how bad it would be to lose the meditation zone and that you can go there to be 'relaxed and harvested'.

The Weather Service says that the persistent thunderstorms over west NV might actually be the movements of the Distant Prince. Or just perisistent thunderstorms.

Apparently the moon is jealous of the sun.

OW Josie has fallen and injuried her hip but is recovering well in hospital, despite hospitals being poorly understood. Despite which NV apparently has ghost ambulances and a ghost wing which treats ghost patients and is better quality than the ghost hospital in Pine Cliffs which is a town entirely inhabited by ghosts. Pine Cliffs citizens apparently come to NV's ghost hospital all the time because of this. Cecil says he wishes they'd solve their own problems instead of taken resources away from NV's ghosts.

Stay tuned next for a hypothetical history that we are all making up together, continuously, just by living it. Good night, Night Vale. Good night.

Proverb: “Writing rules. One: write a lot. Two: read a lot. Three: if someone tells you not to use adverbs or some other Elmore Leonard thing, swiftly kick them."

#wtnv #wtnv quick rundown #wtnv ep 92 #welcome to night vale

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Smurfs WIPs I'll never post

#3- An attempted Movie 1 rewrite

In a lush green forest, in a place that would later be known as Belgium, there was a clearing, hidden away from the rest of the world. In that clearing, there were many little houses that seemed to be made of mushrooms. And in those mushrooms, lived the Smurfs. Each and every Smurf played a special part in daily life, even if their part wasn't immediately evident.

Clumsy Smurf was one of these Smurfs who did not seem useful at first glance. Especially with his name, which he had gained due to how, well, how clumsy he was. He was quite tall and skinny for a Smurf, but with the same large feet as the rest of them, leading him to often trip over himself. Even before he had hit a growth spurt, he had still been awkward and clumsy, and some believed there was simply something wrong with his balance. Clumsy was clumsy not only in his actions but in his words, often saying the wrong thing and causing problems. But despite all the hardships he faced, this young Smurf kept an optimistic view of the world. His best friend would blame this on his low intelligence, but Clumsy simply saw the best in everyone and every situation.

What exactly is a Smurf? I suppose that deserves some explanation. Smurfs have always been afraid of humans, hiding away whenever they come near. Smurfs are a little people, averaging three apples tall- or that's what they say, anyways. They have blue skin, are inclined to go shirtless, and wear Phrygian caps which they rarely remove. Smurfs speak in a strange dialect that is hard to understand. They reach adulthood at 150 years old, but remain childlike long beyond that, both in their proportions and in their desire to celebrate any occasion they can.

One of these celebrations was happening soon, the Festival of the Full Moon, and it was the preparations for that that Clumsy Smurf was heading toward. Despite its name, this festival only happened on the rare occasions that the moon was predicted to be blue, which did not happen often without new Smurfs being born. (It would be another few hundred years until more Smurfs were born, which made this quite a rare occasion indeed.)

On his rush to these preparations, Clumsy was almost a force of nature as he stumbled over everything in his way. One of the Smurfs he crashed into was Handy Smurf. Handy was up on a ladder, fixing a roof, when Clumsy ran by and knocked the ladder to the ground. Handy yelled out in surprise, and Clumsy winced.

"Gosh, I'm sorry, Handy!" he said, although it sounded more like "Ah'm sorry," due to his strange voice. A voice with an accent that people nowadays would easily recognize as a southern American accent, but this was medieval Europe, and America didn't exist yet.

"No problem, Clumsy!" Handy called back, "you keep me employed!"

As Clumsy turned back to wave goodbye to Handy, he tripped up onto a barrel lying in his path. The barrel went rolling and so did Clumsy, Smurfs diving out of the way to avoid him. Baker Smurf, however, who was carrying enough pies to block his line of sight, did not see or hear Clumsy in time. The rolling Smurf bumped into him, sending the pies flying. As Clumsy fell off the barrel, he stepped in one of the pies that had fallen.

"Hey, Baker, nice pies, sorry!" Clumsy said, shaking his foot to try and get the pie off of it.

"No worries, Clumsy," Baker said with a sigh that indicated there were indeed many worries.

The next thing Clumsy tripped over was a banner two Smurfs were carrying through the village, which he bounced off of, landing in a wheelbarrow that went rolling. He then crashed into Chef Smurf, who was carrying some flatbread through the village. Chef fell into the wheelbarrow as well.

"Hey, Chef Smurf!" Clumsy greeted.

"Clumsy, what are you doing-a?!" Chef Smurf yelled, trying to climb out without ruining the flatbread he was carrying. He finally managed to climb out- just as they passed Sculptor Smurf, working on an ice sculpture. Chef crashed right into the sculpture, sending ice everywhere.

"Whoa," he said, looking at the ice that had landed on the flatbread. "Freezing food-a! Now that's an idea!"

Clumsy continued on his disastrous ride through the village. "Smurf out of th' way!" He yelled. His wheelbarrow rammed into a table, sending Clumsy flying and crashing right into the door of a house, where he finally came to a halt. He looked up, rubbing his head where he'd crashed into the doorway.

"Wow, Clumsy," Jokey said, opening his door and stepping outside, "that was sure funny!"

Clumsy laughed weakly. "Yeah, it is."

"Here, I got you a surprise!" Jokey said, holding out a yellow gift box to Clumsy. It was tied with a red ribbon.

"Thanks, Jokey, but I'll have t'open it later!" Clumsy said, scrambling to his feet and continuing on his run. "I'm really busy right now!" Unbeknownst to him, he'd somehow loosened the ribbon as he ran on, making the present blow up in Jokey's face. Jokey cackled.

"Still funny!"

The stage in the village, usually used for Smurf Village Theater Productions or for the Music Festival, had been roped off in order for Smurfs to practice the Dance of a Hundred Smurfs they would do to celebrate the blue moon. Two Smurfs stood where the ropes ended, acting almost as bouncers. The left, Hefty Smurf, had a red heart tattoo on both of his upper arms. The right, Gutsy Smurf, had a blue pom-pom on his hat. Both were built sturdily, a sharp contrast to the tall and lanky Clumsy Smurf.

"Hey, Hefty! Hey, Gutsy!" Clumsy said, running up to them. Hefty grabbed him to halt him before he could run over to the stage.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roll."

"Gee, but ain't that the rehearsal fer the Full Moon Festival?" Clumsy asked.

"Sorry, Clumsy, but you're not on the list." Hefty said, shrugging.

"Whaddya mean, not on th' list?" Clumsy asked. "Th' Dance of a Hunnered Smurfs needs all the Smurfs it can get, right? And look." He pointed to the clipboard Gutsy was holding. "It says my name right there!"

"Richt," Gutsy said. "Under 'do nae let in Clumsy!'"

Like Clumsy, Gutsy also had a strange accent. His was Scottish, and thick enough that it was hard for many smurfs to understand him. Unlike Clumsy, the place Gutsy's accent came from did actually exist. Despite never having been to Scotland, Gutsy considered himself a proud Scotssmurf. He had gained his name from his courageous behavior, behavior that bordered on reckless at times. But when he was not leaping into danger or serving as the muscle alongside Hefty, Gutsy could be found reading books about far-off lands. One day, he hoped to finally visit Scotland.

"Uh, clearly you two lack the verbal skills required to explain this predicament succinctly."

"Oh, here we go again," Hefty said, rolling his eyes as Brainy Smurf grabbed the clipboard from Gutsy and pushed the scotssmurf out of the way.

"You see, Clumsy, the other smurfs don't want to dance with you, because they don't want to get injured." Brainy said. This was not the way most Smurfs would have put it, but Brainy was not most Smurfs. The bespectacled Smurf had always been a little odd. Other Smurfs would gossip among themselves that something was wrong with Brainy's brain, for while xe was quite intelligent when it came to subjects such as math and grammar, xe lacked any sort of social skills or the ability to understand what others were feeling. This often lead to xem being rude and annoying. But while Hefty and Gutsy rolled their eyes and prepared to force Brainy to shut up, Clumsy listened intently. Brainy and Clumsy were best friends, after all, and Clumsy trusted his best friend's advice more than he should have.

"Gosh, I don't injure people that much!" Clumsy said, gesturing widely with his arms and smacking both Hefty and Gutsy in their faces.

"Ow!" "Ouch!"

"Uh... whoops." Clumsy stepped out of the way as Brainy smirked, seeming almost happy to see those two hurt.

"That's gonna leave a bruise," Brainy chuckled, pushing xyr glasses higher up on xyr crooked nose as xe walked away. But it was a mistake to turn away from Gutsy and Hefty, as the two strong Smurfs shared a glance and then ran forward to kick xem. Hefty's strength behind the kick sent Brainy flying.

Things in Smurf Village are not as happy and peaceful as one might expect from a society of little singing elf-like folk. Instead of working with Clumsy to find something else he can do, they ban him from the ceremony altogether. Physical violence is used on Brainy for even the most minor of infractions. But the greatest threat to the Smurfs comes not from within their own village, but from outside it. And this threat has a name that all Smurfs but one fear-

Gargamel, the evil wizard.

#this was back in my neopronoun brainy days #txt #my art #my writing #smurfs wips #clumsy smurf #handy smurf #baker smurf #chef smurf #sculptor smurf #jokey smurf #hefty smurf #gutsy smurf #brainy smurf #smurfs #the smurfs

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Stranger Things 4 - Songs We Need!

SELF CONTROL - Laura Branigan (1984)

"...I, I live among the creatures of the night. I haven't got the will to try and fight..."

HIGHWAY TO HELL - AC/DC (1979)

"...Hey, Satan! payin my dues. [...] Hey Momma! Look at me!..."

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

- Jefferson Airplane (1967)

"...Tears are running, they're all running down your breast. And your friends, baby. They treat you like a guest..."

- Queen (1976)

"...I just gotta get out of that prison cell. Someday I'm gonna be free."

BAD MOON RISING - CCR (1969)

"...I know the end is coming soon. [...] I hear the voice of rage and ruin."

I WANT TO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS- Foreigner (1984)

"... I'm gonna take a little time. A little time to look around me. I've got nowhere else to hide. It looks like love has finally found me..."

CALIFORNIA DREAMIN' - The Mamas And The Papas (1965)

"...you know the preacher likes the cold, he knows I'm gonna stay..."

PEOPLE ARE STRANGE - The Doors (1967)

"People are strange when you're a stranger. Faces look ugly when you're alone."

EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD - Tears For Fears (1985)

"...acting on your best behaviour. Turn your back on mother nature..."

YOU CAN'T HURRY LOVE - The Supremes (1966)

"...how long must I wait? How much more can I take?..."

SMALLTOWN BOY - Bronski Beat (1984)

"...But the answers you seek will never be found at home. The love that you need will never be found at home..."

HOTEL CALIFORNIA - Eagles (1976)

"...we are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave..."

KIDS IN AMERICA - Kim Wilde (1981)

"...Much later, baby, you'll be saying never mind. You know life is cruel, life is never kind..."

THE PASSENGER - Iggy Pop (1977)

"...And everything was made for you and me. All of it was made for you and me..."

RUSSIANS - Sting (1985)

"...There is no monopoly of common sense on either side of the political fence..."

DON'T STOP ME NOW - Queen (1978)

"...I am a satellite. I'm out of control..."

BOYS DON'T CRY - The Cure (1980)

"...I tried to laugh about it. Cover it all up with lies. I tried to laugh about it.Hiding the tears in my eyes..."

GHOST TOWN - The Specials (1981)

"...Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town?..."

MIDNIGHT BLUE - E.L.O. (1979)

"...and what you're searchin' for can never be the same, but what's the difference 'cause they say what's in a name?..."

SOS - ABBA (1975)

"...I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind..."

BREAK ON THROUGH (TO THE OTHER SIDE) - The Doors (1967)

"...Made the scene, week to week, day to day, hour to hour. Gate is straight, deep and wide..."

HURT SO BAD - Little Anthony And The Imperials (1964)

"...I know you don't know what I'm goin' through. Standing here looking at you. Well, let me tell you that it hurts so bad..."

LIVIN' THING - E.L.O. (1976)

"...Making believe this is what you conceived from your worst day. Oh, moving in line then you look back in time to the first day..."

PAINT IT BLACK - The Rolling Stones (1966)

"...Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts..."

I WANT TO BREAK FREE - Queen (1984)

"...It's strange but it's true, yeah: I can't get over the way you love me like you do, but I have to be sure when I walk out that door: Oh, how I want to be free..."

BREAKFAST IN AMERICA - Supertramp (1979)

"...Take a look at my girlfriend. She's the only one I got. Not much of a girlfriend, I never seem to get a lot..."

OWNER OF A LONELY HEART - Yes (1983)

"...Say , you don't want to chance it. You've been hurt so before..."

PSYCHO KILLER- Talking Heads (1977)

"...Don't touch me, I'm a real live wire.."

EVER FALLEN IN LOVE - Buzzcocks (1978)

"...You spurn my natural emotions. You make me feel I'm dirt, and I'm hurt and if I start a commotion I run the risk of losing you, and that's worse..."

PICTURE BOOK - The Kinks (1968)

"...Picture book, of people with each other to prove they love each other..."

MY FAIRY KING - Queen (1973)

"...Then came man to savage in the night. To run like thieves and to kill like knives. To take away the power from the magic hand. To o bring about the ruin to the promised land..."

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

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May recs

Quite a hodgepodge this time around, since not having my computer for the first half of the month resulted in me plowing through to-read piles on my phone. Enjoy!

Standard Operating Procedures by @galateagalvanized (Star Wars, Cody/Obi-Wan)

“Sir, I need you to tell me what’s wrong,” Cody says, battlefield calm, and he can’t help his relief when Obi-Wan pulls the tattered remains of his usual dignity back over his shoulders.

“Right,” Obi-Wan says. “Of course. Commander, as far as I can tell, everyone besides you on this ship has fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with me.”

Where Cody is the exception to acting weird because of course he’s already in love with Obi-Wan. I LOVE THIS TROPE. Plays out mostly as you would expect, i.e. delightfully.

Fauna One by @avonya (Murderbot Diaries, gen)

On an otherwise tedious survey, Murderbot meets a cat.

Wonderful pre-canon fic that does that thing canon does where it’s hilarious and fun and also makes you want to scream about how fucked up its enslaved life used to be. But yes, mostly it’s about Murderbot making friends with a feral cat.

things to never give the devil by @fahye (Our Flag Means Death, Ed/Stede)

"Dark Fate?" says Stede, making sure to pronounce the capitals.

"Very effective for star-crossed lovers. And at a bargain price, if I do say so myself. A potent mixture of unspeakably rare ingredients, brewed under a new moon, which will drag you through the depths of your own soul in search of difficult truths, and leave the undeserving to drift forever in a dreamscape of torment and emotional agony!"

"What?" says Stede. "No! That sounds awful!"

Set post-S1, the path to Stede and Ed reuniting is full of obstacles. Fairytale-flavored and as delightfully bonkers/romantic as the show, with amnesia, aka my favorite trope!

The Song Remains the Same by @sholiofic (Agent Carter, Peggy/Daniel/Jack)

After a lab accident, Peggy wakes up in 1948, with no memories of anything since early 1946.

Did I mention I love amnesia? This fic is SO GOOD in that respect, and does a beautiful job with Peggy’s tendency to be kinda judgey - usually well deserved! but less good when she finds out her future self somehow ended up in a triad with Jack Thompson of all people, and starts fucking up her own life and future happiness. (don’t worry, they figure it out eventually) And all that on top of a really good casefile!

All Bets Are Off by Carmilla (Singin’ in the Rain, Don/Kathy/Cosmo)

Don will always say that he fell in love with Kathy at first sight.

It’s a good story. It doesn’t really matter that the truth is a little more complicated.

A good solid OT3 get-together, but with some good queer backstory feels for Don.

Things Floating Like the First Hundred Flakes of Snow by @beaarthurpendragon (MCU, Steve/Bucky)

In the summer of 1968, the Winter Soldier manages to break free of his HYDRA programming enough to get a message to SHIELD Deputy Director Peggy Carter that Captain America is still alive.

Or: How Bucky and Steve save one another, one more time.

Great AU with a fantastic older Peggy interacting with the Winter Soldier, and then some brutally good depiction of Bucky working through his brainwashing/trauma (guest-starring Charles Xavier) and a happy ending - or rather, a beginning.

5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manor + 1 Time He Comes Home by @motleyfam (DCU, gen)

Tim is good at galas.

No, scratch that—Tim is great at galas. He’s been attending them ever since the age of three, when his parents first stuffed him into his little Gymboree tuxedo and gave him a stern lecture about ‘sitting quietly’ and ‘speaking when spoken to.’ He knows all the rules: what to wear, how to stand, when to smile, what to say, what not to say. He knows how to come across as polite and intelligent and charming, and on absolutely any other day, he would be rocking this.

Or, my take on a ‘Tim Joins the Family Early’ AU, told through a series of sleepovers—most of which are unplanned.

Directly in my favorite overlap of Wayne Adoptive Family Feels, Tim thinking his life is totally normal (no parental neglect here!), and good soft h/c.

#star wars #cody/obi-wan #codywan #murderbot #murderbot diaries #our flag means death #ed/stede #ofmd #agent carter #peggy/daniel/jack #mcu #steve/bucky #singin' in the rain #don/kathy/cosmo #dcu #batfamily #batman #monthly recs #fic rec

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"Only the fire of life can melt the chains of death."

Sickness swept across the city. Hospitals were flooded with supernaturals and mortals alike as it seeped into the countryside as well. Even those with magic were not immune, falling ill one at a time, those that were already compromised found the disease too much to fight off and fell over as a result. Numbers climbed higher and higher, a brutal mortality rate that the city was ill prepared to deal with. Infrastructure gradually collapsed as the city closed its borders to any seeking to travel within, those outside of the metropolitan did not fare as well as those within, cabins of corpses and disease that quickly spread to livestock as well. All the while, Pestilence looked on in great delight.

Caught between life and death, Meryasek’s body was sealed away under his lover’s care. Heartless and cold, the rise of a new drow felt imminent as the Queen of the dark court laughed from her throne. Vengeance was hers as she waited for the curly haired boy to be born, word from the Underdark did not come, and as she sat idle she began to grow impatient. Meryasek would not have the same fate as Aegnor, she would not see him elevated, and she would not give him the chance to be restored. Ayi’ig intended to bury the boy so deep that Titania and her wretched subjects would never find him again. That would be her great revenge.

Death was not so impressed. They were on vacation and everyone was being very rude. Across Rome those that had fallen over the past month rose again, the plague had been strong enough to kill but Thanatos thought that those who had died deserved more time. Climbing from graves and sitting suddenly up in the middle of cold storage, the many lost within Rome seemed completely fine. The plague subsided and Death’s vacation continued.

Across Rome the senate gathered their forces. The Ivy called to the ancient city their many long-standing members and sent out the missive that others should join. Hidden witches of Scotland's Gaelic highlands, dormant Celts, practitioners of seidr and many others. To the halls of the Ivy Coven's rising tower they gathered , overflowing into the other magical homes: Narcissus, Amaranthus, and Dahlia respectively. The senate, in a means of striking back, expelled the seraphim from the Alstroemeria home and banished the Blessed from the city entirely. Once more the darkened home was filled with ripe, magical blood as the five majorly intersecting Roman ley lines were worked to form a protective barrier around the city.

A monarchy of vampires came to Rome, from Europe, Asia, Africa, and both North and South America. The death of a magister was a slight that would be answered, and it seemed the future of their kind hinged on the balance within Rome. Hosted within the vampire estates, the palaces swelled in number as blood was continuously manufactured to appease their growing hunger.

Long believed gone, the archdruids had returned to Rome with vigour. Those scattered across the globe made their pilgrimage to the Pyramid, one that was once desolate, now was bursting with more life than it had ever before. Keepers and acolytes alike, their numbers bolstered in great force once more.

Within New Rome Lycaon made good on his promise, under the light of the full moon of September 28th, Lycaon called to the state the many wolves and packs that littered the country. Over the coming weeks lycans would flock to the forest, not one pack, but many as they swarmed to the city of their progenitor, and the alpha that had vowed to take Rome in their name.

Under the rule of the chancellorship and with the added protection of the White Flame and the lorendrow, the Fairy King's forest was further fortified. Blood fruits reached maturity, a primitive form of ambrosia, nearly perfect, but still incredibly potent. With the rise of the Daemonfey King, Meryasek, he took his place upon the throne once more. The aasimar Dareth at his side.

Denied subjects for sacrifice, the necronomicon continued to seize power. Souls trapped within did not truly die, the meat for the book a means of super seceding Thanatos’ decree. Over the past year Necromanteion had grown, where once it had been a dilapidated temple in the Otherworld: the only notable fixtures had been of three dragons. One for Ayi’ig, one for Leviathan, and one for Tiamat. As the book grew in strength, the temple’s physical appearance was a direct reflection of this. From a ruin to founding stone, to a great cathedral, to a sprawling estate. Now the book far exceeded any strength it had held before and a dark tower rose at the centre of a sprawling city of burning iron. New Dis. The tower of Necromanteion at its heart rose high into the Otherworldly sky, surging with dark strength as the lords of this infernal city ruled from above. Pythia with her faithful generals, and a city to harbour the growing forces of the damned. Monsters pulled from the Abyss, new creatures stitched together, and entities loyal to decay swarmed the streets as the Asphodel prepared for war.

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Surprise, Mery is alive!

Also surprise, literally no one died y’all have no chill.

New Dis, who Dis.

Lots of lycans in New Rome now.

Lots of witches in Rome now.

Lots of vampires in Rome now.

Lots of druids in Rome now.

Acceptances are open again from September 25th-October 12th, after which there will be another addendum until December 7th. I know that’s a long time but the next event will be big and I need to make sure everyone is included. Plus, bringing in new characters during the event won’t make a lot of sense. Don’t worry, you’ll all have lots of spots open once the event is over :)

#senatus.vii #senatus.plot

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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 9 months

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So, just like with my original drafts of writing interactions between Spider-Man (Peter Parker) and Moon Girl. But this time...with a certain character from the Spider-Man mythos as well. This draft is from July 28th, 2023. And I'll admit, I do feel like as overtime, I think I underestimate Lunella's character when it comes to fighting supervillains. Especially with the kinds of people she has taken on in the show.

But this was written or just...it's made in a way like...I have told friends of mine that thinking of the prospect of Lunella being in the Marvel universe is kind of terrifying. Because while there have been villains that have provided a legit challenge to her. With some I prefer over others. But...me knowing the Marvel universe...

Here's my draft detailing a confrontation of Moon Girl fighting the Green Goblin. Again, merely a draft, and I tried imagining this Green Goblin's voice with Roger L. Jackson...but I kept imagining Willem Dafore.

As Moon Girl got up from her feet. She noticed her surroundings. Inside an old, abandoned building, things look like they’ve fallen apart. Almost as if this was the aftermath of a huge fire that didn’t completely burn everything. But the house was forgotten, abandoned. It was rural too, plants have grown around inside the building, without much care. There was only silence as she looked around.

Not a sound. And that scared her. She took stood her ground and activated her jetpack in case, arming herself with her shootable boxing gloves. Moon Girl kept scanning the area, nothing was hidden, maybe. She kept looking around, spinning around quickly so no one would jump her.

“Hello Lunella!” A familiar husky like voice called out to her in a strange friendly tone. The sound of some machine going off as she looked behind where the voice was at. And there he was, standing on that flying glider, jumping off of it onto the ground a mere few feet away from her, without losing his balance. The glider went somewhere, hidden. He stood up and began staring down at her with his orange eyes and smiled back at her. The way he stared at her was the closest a demon would in real life. It unnerved her even as she tried to keep holding her ground.

This was the man or...the monster that Peter never wanted to talk about. This was the thing that haunted him for years. The creature that took on the Avengers and nearly killing them. But also, the one that killed Steve Rogers, Captain America years prior.

The Green Goblin.

“You know, I’ll admit. When I first saw you on the news segments whenever they would talk about your little L.E.S., I felt genuinely surprised.” He said as he gently put his right hand over his chest. Goblin was sounding peaceful, non-threatening. “You know, I thought after I murdered Captain America, after all the things I did years back would’ve broken this city. But that alone fully divide the Avengers, that alone didn’t destroy a city. Which is really a shame. I think the most surprising part is seeing a young girl becoming a superhero...heh heh. You know, I thought no one would become a superhero anymore after what I did.” He continued to chuckle more as he put both of his hands on his waist.

“And you’re clever, I’ll admit that too. You’re able to accomplish so much at a young age. But I want to test something. Especially learning the cold hard truthful talk Aftershock had with you a while back. I heard she made excellent points.” He continued laughing. “Oh my, she pretty much was right on point. But, again, I want to test you.”

Moon Girl kept standing her around despite sweat was starting to form on her head. She kept looking at him.

“From what I’ve seen, you’ve usually have help from your big dinosaur friend or that other girl. But right here, right now. There’s no Devil Dinosaur. No Casey. No Mimi. And no Spider-Man or whoever else to help you. It’s just the two of us. And I want to see how you can take me on without any help.” After he said that, Moon Girl pointed her right arm, armed with a boxing glove, ready to shoot him in the face.

“Come on, shoot me in the face with one of those boxing gloves. Do it. Come one Lunella. What’s the matter? Are you scared?” He continued smiling back at her.

“No, I’m not.” She responded back to him.

“Then come on, do it! Hit me with your best punch! Knock me out!”

After he said that, Lunella put a lot of force into this one glove, she shot it right in the middle of his face. After the glove hit him in the face, it simply bounced off like it was nothing. Lunella’s goggles gave a widened eye emotion as her jaw dropped. She put so much pressure into that one glove, but nothing worked. He took the glove like a champ.

“Aww, that was adorable. And useless. Do it again.” He responded back.

She shot him in the face again. Then again, and again, and he began walking towards her. She continued to back away as she kept shooting him everywhere, the face, the chest and whenever else. The moment he got way too close, Lunella started to fly away, getting away from him as far as possible.

“Come on Lunella! Show me that “Moon Girl Magic” you talk about! You know I’ll just chase you down!” After he said that, he heard a water like sound, she shot her bubble gun right at him, but he quickly dodged the shot. She decided to get closer to get a clearer shot, but he jumped at her, grabbing her bubble gun from the front, stopping it from firing, and literally ripping it out of her hands before grabbing and throwing her across the building. Moon Girl screamed as she broken through a wooden wall and landing on the other side. Her jetpack hit a brick wall behind her. While it wasn’t heavily damaged, it was getting there. She tried to fly around the building again, planning what else to do. What can she do right now? She needed to call someone, but her head was hurting after being thrown so hard.

Suddenly, the left wing of her jetpack was grabbed by something heavy. And it was the Goblin again. He spun her around a few times as she continued to scream before letting go, breaking through an old ceiling, her jetpack was slowly becoming more damaged.

“What’s the matter Moon Girl?! Is something wrong? Am I too much for you or are you getting weak?!” He yelled at her. Prompting Lunella to launch back at him, yelling. She decided to repeatedly punch him as hard as she could. Almost akin to when she tried fighting the troll under the bridge. Trying to call him names and threaten him. But he kept smiling, nothing was phasing him.

She repeatedly punched him in the face multiple times. She wasn’t holding back. But the Goblin looked back at her, laughing like a maniac. It made Lunella pause as she was in disbelief at what she was witnessing. “You call those punches?! I consider that tickling!”

At that moment, wondering what else to know, she tried to fly away again. But he grabbed her left foot. She kept trying to fly away, but his grip was so strong. He then pulled her into another direction before letting go of her foot. She was flying directly toward a nearly collapsed brick wall. Lunella quickly turned her body, using the jetpack to hit the wall as it was destroyed and fell apart. Despite her jetpack was able to save her from being extremely injured, it was broken now. She couldn’t fly anymore even when she tried using it. Lunella tried getting back up on her feet, but she fell back down to her knees.

She was breathing heavily, she was stressed out, trying to figure out what to do. But fear was getting control of her. This fear was like when she felt being inside the Coney Island funhouse. But this felt much worse than that. How that was even possible? All the times she was afraid before and after that, all those memories were flooding back. She then heard footsteps behind her, she looked over her shoulder.

At first glance, it almost looked like the clown from the funhouse had appeared. But instead, it disappeared and transformed back into the Green Goblin.

Lunella gasped as she started to crawl away as quickly as she can. The demonic looking smile the Goblin gave towards her when she looked back at him. This was so much worse than the funhouse. But this wasn’t about losing Mimi or trying to get over her fear. This was about her life.

She whimpered as she kept crawling as the Goblin kept up with her. “Tell me Moon Girl! Is this anything like the fight you had with Aftershock?! The Muzzlers?! Gravitas?! Abyss?! Odessa?! Or what about the whole incident with Morlak and the Enclave?!”

He grabbed her by the jetpack, she yelped and tried to get away.

“I’m sure fighting them must’ve been really tough! But keep in mind, ALL OF THEM ARE ROOKIES COMPARED TO ME!” He yelled out before throwing her across the building, hitting floors and ceilings. She fell back to the floor in pain. Lunella wanted to cry, but she didn’t want to. Her goggles luckily didn’t break yet. She scanned around for an exit, anywhere to escape from here.

“Smartest person on the planet! And you can’t even figure out a way to beat me!” His voice was heard across the building. “What a shame to hear the Beyonder considers you smarter than the likes of Tony Stark, Reed Richards, T’Challa and even good ol’ Doctor Doom! Didn’t he know you haven’t tussled with the big boys yet?! Or are you just going to stick with saving cats out of trees, fighting some muggers and beating D-list or Z-list supervillains that are weak compared to people like me?!”

She kept walking around, trying to find an exit, but there was nothing.

“You know, it’s actually really sad the Beyonder really did choose you. If he picked maybe any of the Avengers, any of the Fantastic Four, or Hell, if he even chose Spider-Man as a representee of Earth, I would’ve understood. I’d be pissed, but I would understand. But no, he chooses a 13-year-old girl who nearly doomed humanity who’s running in terror from someone like me. I wonder if he’s regretting his choice picking you. Maybe he’s getting a laugh or being concerned for you watching us right now.”

After that, Lunella tried to hide in one spot as she continued to look for a way out.

“Honestly, the fact you’re so smart. You could’ve done some great things. Instead, you waste time wearing a stupid outfit like that, helping a stupid community that you live in. And yet you can have it all with that dinosaur friend of yours! But again, you don’t go for it! You’re just as bad as that arachnid I hate so damn much! You, him and me are exceptional among the many others who act as if they’re special when they aren’t!”

#GeekGem's Writings

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moved-accts · 1 year

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Winx lore

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 .

(This is heavily inspired by Madoka magica,kill la kill and sailor moon)

❁ recruiting process❁

Magical girls will be recruited by a somewhat omnipotent entity named Sol, they do this by taking the form of an animal or pretending to be a human friend, preying on mostly unstable young women and girls, girls that are so desperate to be away from their human life that they aren’t as hesitant as other humans are when sol offers them the chance to become a magical girl in return for a planet star, a stone with magical properties that can grant wishes they almost always except sooner or later.

In the beginning of the relationship sol starts of by covertly training the girls to fight enemies by creating monsters, if they don’t use the planet star immediately sol will try to slowly manipulate them into using it by creating an enemy too strong for them to fight. Before they run out of time and they have to go

Sol usually does this to multiple girls at a time, so when they all finally forfeit their planet stars to live he takes them to miara (killing them in the process), the place where magical girls live to be judged by the high council and forced to join their own magical girl group

Note- sol can traverse different timelines so when all the girls meet, they are almost always from different times and countries

(Cho hee is from 1996 Korea, Hyo is from 1730 Russia, Luisa is from the Philippines in 1478, sorella is from Italy in 1810, luana if from the Dominican Republic in 1991, Colette is from France in 1794, viva is from America in 2005, xiao hong and xuilan are from 587 BC, halina is from Poland in 2040, Kimiko is from Japan in 2065 )

❁magical girl society❁

What happens to you after death completely depends on weather you were 'impure' in the time you were alive:

If you lived a 'pure' life you can be sent to become a 'Reigning souls', basically magical girls that are the strongest and lead armies of 'Solider’s' who they instruct to do the most work finding soul threads. The strongest of them lead the government along with sol

Soul threads are used to create one star(10% soul threads), two star(20%), three star(30%), and four star (100%)magical wear (magical girl outfits) Descended’s wear one stars, prophets wear two stars, prophets wear two stars and reigning angels wear three and four stars (members of the government)

Solider’s are people have committed countless sins and live in universal districts, where they are work for a type of military (working to supply life fibers) and live in poorly built areas,all infested with 'sins'

(Note- Solider’s aren’t all bad people, just people who did bad things as a result of the misery surrounding themselves on earth, no matter how much they atone for their actions, even if they did in the human world they are never forgiven for remorse alone)

Solider’s that ignored the rules of a high class angel or where disrespectful to them and were therefore turned into ghosts. Solider’s that have been turned into ghosts can sometimes remember things from when they were a fallen angel, however they still have aggressive instincts that will end up killing everyone around them if the other descended’s don’t kill them immediately, they would eventually end up attacking them.

❁Arc❁

Arc is a group of ruling soul rebels that where once apart of the government but believed that they had the right to impose their way of life on the surrounding planets of the cynis but the majority disagreed

To protest this decision, a group of ruling souls formed arc, turning both ‘bad’ and innocent people into ghosts, significantly stronger than the ones on earth and made from corrupted enchantments

Ghosts created by arc aren’t always prone to aggression nor do they always change physical conditions, some simply gain powers and use them to do evil (corrupted enchantments are able to corrupt the brain, akin to drugs)

Ghost can either be killed or pacified by an enchantment to release a either a normal enchantment or a planet star, people with planet stars are always pure hearted people, which is why the government is so adamant against

❁cynis❁

Cynis is the area surrounding miara, it hosts other planets with living people including earth, only poeple with 4 star magical girl wear can leave miara to go to anyone in cynis

❁enhancements❁

Enhancements are charms magical girls can collect to become even stronger or even raise the rank of magical wear, they often take the form of various accessories.It’s illegal for anyone except for reigning angels to have these.

Corrupted enchantments are made purely for the use of turning ghosts in

❁Winx original timeline❁

Winx where recruited the usual way except for the fact that Alis was able to keep her planet star by unexpectedly winning all her fights because sol underestimated her, however once sol gives a planet star to someone, they have a limited amount of time before they can send them to miara

In an attempt to stop ARC the high council made the Winx girls ‘ascended prophets’ making them prophets but with 4 star magical wear

After attempting to revolt against, both arc and the high council, the high council used their one planet star to stop them from winning power over them by killing two thirds of Winx, who where the most powerful members of the revolution and effectively making the revolution impossible, the remaining girls (sorella, alis, daisy and halina) used Alis’ planet star to turn back time.

❁Winx timeline 2❁

Adhs- Alis, daisy, halina and sorella

Cckx- Cho-hee, Colette, Kimiko, xiao Hong

Llvx-Luana, Luisa, Viva, xiulan

Adhs wake up back in their normal life, but notice that they still had a few enchantments around their beds.

A few weeks go by and all of the Winx girls are at some point approached by sol, and while llvx and cckx seem interested (llvx the most)

Adhs completely ignore sol and use their enchantments to communicate with the other girls, warning them not to become magical girls in short cryptic messages,llvx don’t heed their warnings and end up falling victim to Sol’s manipulation. Cckx end up being more cautious of sol

Llvx begin their first few missions, sol tells the other girls in an attempt to weaken them, but adhs were not close to them in the first timeline so they decide to abandon them.

Unfortunately, sol decides to trick the remaining girls by putting cckx into dangerous situations, forcing them to become magical girls and then immediately making the situation more dangerous, making sure they would at least need another magical girl to fend off the threat.

Sol then cckx’s suffering to adhs in a dream, telling them to wake up and save them by becoming magical girls.

#kpop shifting #reality shifting #shifting

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fireflyhwufanficwriter · 2 years

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My thoughts on Dr. Stone’s Chapter 230 (“Human”)

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE BIGGEST MYSTERY OF THE SERIES!

My thoughts after reading Chapter 230:

01. Ohh, I never thought of that as being poisonous to them... but it makes sense! :O

02. Yay, Senku and Kohaku are together in the chapter art! :) This is nice to see! :)

03. The “Do you wanna die?” question; what the vacuum tube was like... wow!

04. But, like, dude, THIS particular group of people already very well knows of your existence! No need to petrify them again! :O But maybe he was unaware of what was going on before he was placed in the vacuum tube? Like how people in comas can still breathe (petrify) but not communicate with others?

05. Kohaku being confused by Whyman referring to the moon as a satellite... and Chrome being so indignant about the statement about our intelligence, even though he wasn’t part of the original petrification, hahaha! XD (Although he HAS been petrified at least twice since then!)

06. Ooh, that’s a nice, big panel of Senku with the planet Earth behind him :O It’s like he’s speaking for humanity - he, and all of us, are eager to learn! :D

07. Whyman creating a dome for Senku; the shape of the Medusa prevents detection... arrgh, genius! It all fits! :D

08. Senku initiating private negotiations... :O I was worried that he would offer himself up as a battery-making sacrifice in exchange for all seven billion people, but after thinking about it, I’m not worried anymore - I’ll explain in a bit :D

09. Lending their bodies... either my earlier theory of the Medusas being able to stand in as replacements for whatever they petrified are correct (wait, did I say it like that before, or did I just mention the vacuum cleaner thing? Well, either way, the replacement thing is a theory now as well!)... or Senku is planning to experiment with the Medusas with the hypothesis that if they can petrify, they can also depetrify (and maybe also restore what’s missing from a petrified whole). He could be talking about the bodies both here on the moon and on that sickening, horrifying Medusa mountain in South America.

10. My theory for the next chapter is that people will be worried that Senku will sacrifice himself, but Taiju (and maybe Yuzuriha as well) will remind them that Senku doesn’t believe in sacrificing people (uh... original unmanned rocket plan aside... XD), and that what he would do is figure out some kind of rule that lets everybody be saved :D Hyoga and/or Homura could remember that they wouldn’t even sacrifice a village guard, and Chrome could even bring up the fact that Senku and the others all banded together to rescue him from his bamboo prison before :)

11. And as for negotiations, Senku will offer new batteries; restoration of their fallen comrades in South America (and others that may be elsewhere, like Treasure Island); and the creation of new Medusas in exchange for Whyman restoring all seven billion people intact; maybe some healing/regeneration for people like Kaseki; and then Whyman’s eventual departure from the moon and from Earth, never to interact with humans again.

12. And the reason he wants to negotiate alone is because he’s all for practicality and getting things done fast (no long, drawn-out debate among everybody on Earth); he doesn’t want to burden his friends with the decision; and so that if it all goes wrong somehow, he can be the scapegoat and take all the blame. Okay, I think that’s all my theories for now - although before I go to the next chapter, I just want to say that they had BETTER have a victory toast/celebration on Earth in Chapter 131 or Chapter 132! Space is cool and all, but they all HAVE to be together when it all comes to a triumphant end! :O :) And I hope Byakuya is mentioned again in at least one of those chapters, too! :)

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sunsetfell · 4 months

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Cindy in the Water

It was after 4 p.m. when Cindy and Faulkner finally got in Faulkner’s car and drove out into the vast middle of Pennsylvania. Faulkner would have liked to start earlier, but Cindy woke up late as usual, especially since she’d been up till 3 a.m. last night at a friend’s party, then fallen back asleep, then woke up again with a headache, needing coffee and a long shower. When Cindy arrived at Faulkner’s apartment in dark green leggings and a denim jacket, it was after 3 p.m. and she had another cup of coffee in her hand.

This sky in early spring was gray as the piles of gravel that marked the occasional quarry by the highway. The sun had not melted the dew on the grass from that morning. An occasional flower could be seen, but most of the trees were bare.

One week prior, Faulkner had said: “Come drive with me next weekend,” and then explained the purpose of the trip. “I want to show you what this country is really like.”

Cindy was from a big city in Malaysia and never learned to drive. The nightlife in Philly lacked the vibrance she craved, but she and her classmates strived to make up for it—for their end-of-semester party, they had even hired their own DJ at the one girl’s apartment at 45th and Walnut.

But to really see America, Faulkner told her, you need to leave the city, to a place the bus doesn’t go. “And, since you’re only here till June, you gotta see things while you can.”

It was dark when they reached the cabin they’d booked near Coudersport, in Potter County, near the north-middle of the state. Cindy hauled her suitcase from the trunk, then gave a long sigh and leaned against the car. Faulkner took it in for her.

The cabin inside smelled of wood and adhesives. Cindy announced she wanted to shower. She fished a towel and other items out of her suitcase, then went into the bathroom and closed its wooden door.

In less than a minute Cindy came out again, now wearing only a towel. She rummaged through her suitcase, glancing occasionally at Faulkner as if to judge his reaction to seeing her undressed. In the end she took nothing from her suitcase and returned to the bathroom, closing the door.

After Cindy had showered she emerged wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. She put on her red puffy coat and they went outside to sit at a picnic table by the cabin. It was nighttime and still cloudy, with neither the stars nor the moon visible. Faulkner commented it was one of the darkest nights he’d ever seen, but Cindy said she’d seen darker on a trip to India a few years ago, near Jaipur.

“You’ve seen so many places, it must be hard to impress you with someplace new,” Faulkner said.

“Oh, I haven’t seen so many,” Cindy replied. “My sister’s been to way more than me. She’s been to 23 countries.”

“I don’t even think I could name 23 countries,” Faulkner said, although it wasn’t true.

Cindy stood up and walked a few paces into the damp grass. Although she was just out of arm’s reach, she seemed to have disappeared into the darkness. Only the sound of her breathing remained—unusually loud in the silence of early spring, before the crickets and katydids began their chorus. It was as if she was a buoy in the ocean and her breath was the clanking bell warning ships of the rocks below her.

“There’s nothing to do here,” she declared.

“I’m sorry, Cindy,” Faulkner said.

The next morning Cindy got up earlier than she ever did—she was out of bed just after 8. Even Faulkner still felt sleepy. Outside the sky was yet again like gray rock.

Cindy went to the bathroom to change but came out in just her underwear, then sat on the bed and again sifted through her suitcase while removing nothing from it.

“Where are we going today?” she asked.

“There’s a restaurant in Austin where we can get breakfast.”

“Austin, Texas?”

“No, Austin, Pennsylvania. Just twenty minutes from Coudersport.”

In the car, Cindy said:

“I saw you staring at me in my underwear.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” Faulkner replied.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” Cindy said. “I’m not coming on this trip to sleep with you. I came because you told me it was the way to see America.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Faulkner said.

The restaurant served what Faulkner thought of as breakfast: eggs, bacon, toast, and potatoes. Cindy read the menu several times.

“Does anything here have flavor?” she asked.

In the end Cindy got an omelet that she smothered in ketchup.

After breakfast, Faulkner said he knew a trail along the Sinnemahoning Creek. At this time of year, the trail was deserted—they were the only ones on it. Soon, they left the trail and walked along the side of the pebbly creek bed. The water was low and their shoes stayed dry.

When they came to a boulder set in the creek bank, Faulkner proposed that they sit on it and rest. He did this, but Cindy declared that she wanted to swim.

“The water will be freezing this time of year,” Faulkner said.

“I don’t mind,” Cindy said.

She took off her shoes and socks and placed them on the rock, then pulled her pant legs up to her knees and waded in until the water was just below them.

“Do you think there are snakes in here?” Cindy asked.

“I don’t know,” Faulkner said. He knew he’d seen snakes in water around here, but he had no idea how many or whether they’d be around this time of year.

Cindy walked back to the rock, then sat on it and took off her pants, showing again her pink underwear.

“Don’t stare,” she said.

“Okay,” Faulkner replied.

Cindy went back into the creek, and the water was now just above her knees. She stared into it, poking around beneath the surface with her hands as if she spotted something she wanted to grab. She fished a rock from the creek bed and tossed it about 30 feet in front of her.

“This water is cold!” she yelled.

“I told you,” Faulkner said.

“Why don’t you come in?”

“Because it’s cold.”

Cindy stared into the creek toward her feet. The water was clear, and Faulkner could see her feet from where he was sitting, although they were distorted by refraction at the water’s surface.

“I want to go all the way in,” Cindy announced.

“It’s way too cold for that, Cindy.”

“I’ll just dunk myself in then come right out.”

Cindy stared a bit longer at the water. Then she walked over to beside the rock and removed the rest of her clothes, so that she was fully naked. Then she trudged back into the middle of the creek. Faulkner, remembering what she had told him, kept his gaze on the line between the black treetops and the gray sky.

Cindy plunged her whole body into the water, then came up shrieking and prancing around at the cold. She started to run back toward the rock where her clothes were.

As Cindy ran, her foot hit a sharp red rock that had not yet been worn smooth by the water rubbing against it. It dragged Cindy down and smashed her against the creek bed. Cindy came up screaming. Her calf and thigh were bleeding.

Cindy collapsed on the dry pebbles still screaming. Faulkner ran over.

Through screams, they agreed that the plan was for Faulkner to hold up Cindy’s left side while she hopped on her right leg, and in that way they made it to the car. Faulkner was able to get Cindy’s shirt and coat on, but her left leg was too painful to put on her pants or underwear.

Faulkner drove to the hospital in Lock Haven, where they told Cindy her ankle was badly sprained but nothing was broken. Cindy told Faulkner a social worker had stopped by the room, and although no explanation had been given, she could assume it was because she had showed up half naked, injured, and with a man.

On the drive home, they talked little of the events of the trip. Mostly Cindy talked about American music from the 1990s that she knew well from her childhood (where she’d had the songs on cassette tapes) but Faulkner didn’t. Occasionally she’d complain about the pain in her ankle or the itchiness of the bandage on her thigh.

In the days that followed, Cindy sent one text to Faulkner, on the morning two days later, but other than that there was silence. Faulkner texted her a few times to ask how she was doing, how her leg was healing, and whether she’d like to meet again, perhaps for something less dangerous, but he received no reply. This was strange because her last words on exiting the car at her West Philly apartment had been “I hope to see you soon.”

On a Saturday in a thrift store on Chestnut Street, Faulkner saw a denim jacket that looked like Cindy’s, and for a second thought she was really standing there wedged into the rack of clothes. He put his hand on his cell phone, wondering if this would, by coincidence, be the moment she finally texted him. But it was silent.

In a grocery store by 42nd and Walnut, Faulkner considered if he might run into Cindy, because he knew she shopped there occasionally. Would she accuse him of stalking her, because this was her territory he was in? But the store held only strangers, and no Cindy.

Three months after their road trip, Faulkner, desperate for answers, managed to find Cindy on LinkedIn. To his surprise, it said that she had already returned to Malaysia. She had cut her master’s program short, and started a job at a bank in Kuala Lumpur. Based on the timing, she must have left America no more than two weeks after she had plunged herself naked into the Sinnemahoning Creek.

Faulkner decided not to message her. She had obviously made a choice to end the conversation, and there was no more possibility of developing their relationship. He had accomplished one of the many things he had set out to do: he had shown her the part of America she wouldn’t have seen on her own. And he knew she would always remember that.

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"Perhaps if you listened to me when I showed you that it does, in fact, work. Everytime, if I may add."

Elvira fixes the sweater falling from her shoulders, grabbing the front in one hand as the other moved the coils of her hair from tickling her ear. The end of her tail raises up to tap the man's shoulder to pat it, whether it was patronizing or faux sympathy, he couldn't tell.

She tilts her head while making her eyes a fallen crescent shape, lips just barely lifting to make some semblance of a smile. The spirals of her eyes were spinning, a fact she seemed hyper-aware of.

"Of course, that's only a suggestion. You don't need to take it. It's only one professional to another."

She wait for him to leave before allowing her expression to drop, mouth naturally turning into a frown as she reenters the mansion. She wipes her tail off on her sweater, letting go of the front of shrugging it off, tossing it into the laundry room as she passes by it.

When she catches the look her sister sent her, eyebrow raised in curiosity, she stops her trek to the kitchen.

I don't like him.

happy birthday elvira. this is literally a snippet of her character form because i am Not finishing this before the day ends

anyways

NAME :

Elvira N'Daku has no middle name and Elvira isn't even her birthname; it's Mugisha, her father's name.

Elvira (pronounced el-VEER-rah) is the only name anyone who isn't family can refer to her by— if they know it at all, that is. Her cousin, Tanya, gave it to her after she asked her to when they were children. It comes from Elvira (el-VY-rah), the Mistress of Darkness, the show they were watching and hen she made the request.

No meaning of the name holds weight to Elvira. She simply holds it near and dear to her hearts because it's the name (one of) her most beloved relatives gave to her.

Mugisha means luck and blessing in East African countries, the latter of which, often holds true. As an avatar and child of Bast, Elvira has divinity running through the entirety of her being. Luck doesn't hold a flame to the sun when compared to it.

NICKNAMES :

Elvira has never been one for giving out her name to anyone. It's something reserved for Wakandans and her closest of friends. Most of the time, if she's entirely unfamiliar (or she outright hates them), they have nothing to refer to her with.

(The) Black Panther is, as many of her ancestors have before, the title she goes by as the protector of all of Wakanda, intergalactic or not. Many of her associates (the Avengers, namely), when she's inside the habit, are only able to refer to her with that.

On Wakanda, she referred to by many names. The most common one seems to be Wakanda's Glowing Moon despite her heavy and obvious connection to the sun. It stems for her affinity for everything dark, imperceptible, and horrifying; her time most usually being spent in the darkest parts of Wakanda.

Her youngest brother, Asra, has gotten himself the name Wakanda's Luminous Sun because of their contrast, regardless of their twin-like features.

In the past, during the times Wakandans have taken to calling "The Darkest Days," Elvira was referred to as queen regent or the child king. Sometimes, when she seems to be acting more king-like and less like the Black Panther, surrounding citizens would refer to them jokingly.

Occasionally, when Tanya goes missing for extended periods of time, Wakandans (and non-Wakandan friends) will call Elvira the sole princess of Wakanda to encourage her to come back.

It always works.

During her time in America and Twisted Wonderland, she came be well acquainted with the teasing names her friends gave her over the years. Vira, mom, titi, and many others are reserved specifically for those who she's exceptionally close to, whether it be for a joke or not.

Rapunzel is one for the lives of her she can't understand. Both she and Asra are often called it due to their long hair, but neither have ever watched the movie.

Azzuri, while the name of her grandfather, is the name she goes by if she ever needs to present herself with an air of masculinity. She uses it during her stay in Twisted Wonderland after giving Grim two options.

She would use her father's name if it didn't make her skin crawl.

Rocklyn— or Rocky, for short— is her American name. She uses it with people she's more familiar with so long as they don't know she's the Black Panther or Wakandan (for example, the X-Men).

Originally, her name was Jaylin. When she met her longtime friend, he took it and gave her his (Rocklyn) despite his initial disliking of her.

Felidae is the American name that she uses when in cahoots with the Brotherhood of Mutants. It makes her to cringe everytime she hears it. She didn't choose it, instead something Mystique suggested after Elvira kept drawing blanks for what it should be.

Kitty, kitten, and any other variation are reserved for non-humans who don't look human and her wife, Aimil. It's an affectionate name which never fails to fluster her, so she prefers it be limited to private areas like the bedroom.

AGE :

Physically, Elvira is nineteen or in her early twenties upon being reborn. As a cat who followed their Mother, she was alive for thousands of years both before and during ancient Egyptian times.

Her soul has been around for thousands of years, both as a cat and as an N'Daku. It's older than five thousand years, but she feels uncomfortable sharing what year specifically she was born.

BIRTHDAY :

January thirtieth, though the year oftentimes changes. Sometimes she was born in the sixties, sometimes the seventies, but most times it's two thousand and three.

PLACE OF BIRTH :

During her time in Egypt, Elvira was born, less traditionally, from her mother.

After being reborn, her mother birthed her in the Golden City on Planet Bast, inside the Intergalactic Empire of Wakanda, in universe seven hundred dash seventy-one.

ZODIAC :

Aquarius.

BIOLOGICAL AND PREFERRED GENDER :

As everyone in her family is, Elvira is genderfluid. Personally, she goes by feminine pronouns, but goes by any as the Black Panther.

She doesn't mind what pronouns she's referred to with at any moment, but it's essentially a requirement that the Black Panther not share personal information (pronouns, age, and names included) with anyone they deem untrustworthy.

ROMANTICS :

As it is with any N'Daku, it's difficult to pinpointed what romantic orientation Elvira is. Sometimes, it may seem as though she's panromatic, others a lesbian, she may even seem aromantic.

All N'Dakus know that they are demiromantic and polygamists. Gender preference varies relative-to-relative, but Elvira is unlabeled.

Elvira knows what she does and doesn't like in her lovers, one-offs, and one night stands. She doesn't mind if they fall on the uglier side of the scale (scary or otherwise); she actually prefers them to be so. It's akin to a beauty standard where her father is from.

Preferably, they'll not be human. Even more, she'll want them to be from a country similar to Wakanda (Autitia and Talokan, for example). She wants to make sure that they'll be able to handle themselves if she's not present, but she also wants someone who has a similar culture to her.

She can't get with someone in a long-term relationship if they can't be cordial with children. It's one of her prominent dealbreakers. As someone who's a mother-figure to her siblings, friends, peers, and who genuinely likes to be around kids, she can't stand to see or hear someone do anything to show they hate them.

Anyone from Niganda is entirely off the list, dating, hook-ups, or otherwise.

To be in a serious, fully-committed, long-term relationship with an N'Daku means that you'll have to be willing to stand their other lovers. They're upfront with the fact and make it known before any relationship they find themselves in, but anything they might have with them is cut off if you can't.

On that note, N'Dakus lose interest in their lovers at various rates and are unlikely to feel true love for someone due to their feline genes. For Elvira, it's not fast like others, but she will become distant before finally calling it quits. Keeping it interesting is always a surefire way to keep them with their partner.

It's difficult to tell when Elvira likes someone romantically. She has different ways of going about it depending on the person. She can be outright and match the energy the other person is exerting, or she'll string them along until they finally confess.

She always knows whether or not some someone likes her, it's impossible to keep a secret from an N'Daku.

Elvira's love language consist of all of them, though some much better than others.

She'll cling if she feels her lover needs it, cooks for them without a word being said, gift them whatever they want without being promoted, go on however many dates they may want in a day, and try not to include such gore-filled language whenever she speaks to them of her love for her.

She's a well-rounded woman, so she makes sure she keeps them pleased however they may want if she finds them interesting enough.

LOVE INTERESTS :

Whether it be within Wakandan, on Earth, in Krakoa, or in Twisted Wonderland; Elvira will always have options, whether they're listed or not.

She's been married since she was fifteen and, while the circumstances of their relationship are less than ideal for both of them, she's happily committed to her wife. Aimil Taylor-N'Daku, or Storm, has long-since accustomed herself to life within Wakanda, Elvira, and all that comes with it given they've known each other since they were eight.

Their relationship is built upon trust and a complete and utter lack of secrets. They've had to deal with humans, Nigandans, and the X-Men, so it's a wonder they're able to keep their bond so strong, both romantically and platonically.

They met in Egypt when Elvira and Tanya left Wakanda without anyone's knowledge, Aimil saving her from mutant hunters. She repaid the favor after Tanya returned home, a few weeks into their traveling around the continent as a pair.

Ainya Shauku is Elvira's girlfriend and one of her personal guards, being apart of the Dora Milaje. They've known each other since they were five and six, Ainya being assigned to Elvira when they were seven and eight.

Ainya is a year older and two feet taller than Elvira, two facts she often has to exploit whenever the princess decides to do something a little to reckless. She's not opposed to picking her up and carrying her elsewhere when she gets to confident for her liking.

They met after Ezekiel, another one of Elvira's brothers, found himself in need of a aquatic coach, Elvira having dropped him off at the River tribe for his first lesson.

Ainya, Elvira, and Aimil are in a polyamorous relationship and have been for quite a while.

#yh no i got like #12k more words to go #🐈‍⬛ — the black panther #uhhh #yh no this is the only tag this gets

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