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sweetiepie08 · 3 years

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Rebel Z (Chapter 10 Final)

nvader Zim fanfic

While analyzing Zim’s PAK for weaknesses, Tak discovers strange coding that sends her on a search for answers. The clues lead her to uncover a conspiracy that governs all of Irken society. When the truth sends her on the run, she has no choice but to return to the one place the Tallest would never willingly go: Urth.

Meanwhile, Dib has noticed odd changes in Zim’s behavior. Has the invader simply grown bored of his mission over the last few years, or is there something more interesting going on?

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Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10.

Thank you for reading! I do plan to continue the story in a sequel fic, but I may take a short hiatus first. I hope you enjoyed this!

Be on the lookout for the next book in the series, RevolutionZ! In which Zim and Tak attempt to join the Resisty and gain new companions! Dib fills his gap year by joining an alien rebellion! Gaz gets dragged in too! And what happened to Zim in Death Melee is explained!

However, I will most likely only be posting links to Ao3 than full chapters to Tumblr. Again, Thank you everyone for reading!

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“So, what exactly the fuck was all that stuff with the punch about?” Dib asked once they were a comfortable distance away form the Massive.

Zim glared straight ahead at the stars. “It’s nothing that concerns you, human.”

“Bullshit!” Dib slammed his hand down on the control panel. “Your little stunt could have gotten us killed. Out with it!”

Zim gritted his teeth and gripped the steering mechanism until his knuckles quaked. Dib braced himself for the inevitable screaming denial. Instead, Zim let out a pained sigh. “Fine, if you must know, I figured out three Urth years ago that my mission was a sham and my leaders were trying to have me killed, so I took revenge. Happy?”

“We know all that,” Tak snapped. “And anyway, I told you your mission was a lie a long time ago. What I want to know is how you managed to betray the Tallest without your treasonous thoughts setting of your life clock.”

“Yeah, and who’s Spek?” Dib added.

“You wish to hear Zim’s tale of woe?” He clenched his fist and heaved out another sigh. “Fine. Three Urth years ago, the Tallest contacted me, telling me they selected me to participate in Death Melee, an inter-galactic event that all would be watching.”

“The one where they throw criminals on a planet together to fight to the death?” Tak deadpanned. “That was your first clue?”

“They told me the rules had changed and it was now a contest of elite warriors. For my partner, they gave me a Spek, a smeet just shy of his cadet years. He hadn’t even seen his first cycle yet…” Zim’s fists shook as he cut himself off.

“Since you’re still alive, I’m assuming you won,” Dib said.

“Yes, but…” his gaze fell to the floor. “Yes. Anyway, throughout the Melee, it became clear to me that the Tallest lied. This was still a game for criminals, but Spek…” Zim narrowed his haunted eyes, “he was only there to lessen my chances.”

Dib watched, mesmerized. He thought he’d seen the many moods of Zim. He’d seen everything from proud boasting, to spiteful rage, to pathetic schmooping. But this, this was something else entirely, something he never expected to see from the alien. True remorse.

“On my journey back to Urth,” he continued, “I had too much time to think and when made it back to m base, I was done with all of it.” Rage grew in his voice with every word. “I knew they lied. I knew they’d been lying. For a moment, I thought, if they didn’t want my genius, maybe someone else would. And that thought was enough to set off my life clock. Instead of simply ripping out my feedback chip, I infected it with a virus that sends the Control Brains a loop of my Urth memories, preventing it from receiving new thoughts and experiences.” A bitter, satisfied smile came to his face. “As far as I can tell, it hadn’t noticed anything was off until now.”

“And the machines I saw you building?” Dib pressed.

Zim drew himself up. “I have a contract with the Resisity. I build them machines, they appreciate my genius and send me monies.”

“And that’s what you’ve been doing for three years?” Dib asked, voice sripping with skepticism.

Zim nodded and said nothing more.

Dib stared at him, trying to get a read on this whole tale. He wasn’t sure what to believe. Zim’s reason for existence seamed to be pleasing his Tallest. The little green monster talked of nothing else since arriving on Urth. He couldn’t imagine Zim wanting anything else and he’d fallen for the schmoopy act before. But this was not schmoop. It was too subtle, too quiet. And that betrayal of his Tallest couldn’t be denied. Something had truly changed.

Dib looked to Tak to gauge her opinion, but her face revealed nothing except careful calculation.

“I’d heard the Resisty had been growing and gaining power,” she mused. “New technology granted them upsetting victories and made them more of a problem than they once were. They could be the key. We need to fight if we ever want a chance of defeating the Control Brains and freeing our people, and for that, we’ll need an army. With your connection and my information, we could pose a real threat to the Empire.”

Dib expected Zim to launch into another tirade about how he wasn’t in it for the politics. That this was all a personal mission and he had no interest in going rogue. That did not happen.

Instead, Zim said nothing for a long time. He simply stared through the windshield in tense silence. But then, a grin grew slowly on his face. “I’m in.”

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When they made it back to Earth, they found that Gaz made use of MiMi and Mini Mouse as gaming companions, Dad bought her excuse that Dib was hanging out at Zim’s house, and that he hadn’t even stopped home long enough to notice the two additional robots in the living room.

Dib went straight to his room and laid out all of his recording devices. He had the notes he took the night Zim and Tak rambled drunkenly on the couch. He had the audio recording of the old man Irken that he couldn’t wait to translate. And he had the spy camera he’d been wearing to capture the whole experience. He never got so much undeniable proof on one mission before, and no one, to his knowledge, had this much evidence of this quality ever. He’d be king of the Swollen Eyeball network if he showed even a fraction of…

His eyes drifted to the Swollen Eyeball emblem pinned to his bulletin board and he let out a sigh. The Swollen Eyeball… what a joke. They’d been reduced to a bunch of anti-science conspiracy nuts. The organization became a competition to see who could shout their wildest theory the loudest. What were they compared to a real evil alien empire, a real soul-sucking, Lovecraftian horror, and a real space alien rebellion?

No. This was bigger than some crack-pot conspiracy group. This rebellion universe-shattering consequences. And he was going to be part of it.

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Out in his ship, Zim stared at his PAK connector with warry eyes. He wasn’t sure what held him back now. His stunt on the Massive already solidified his traitor status, but this felt different, more official. It was one thing to enact vengeance on those who betrayed him. It was quite another to completely detach himself from society.

He’d been unwaveringly loyal to the Empire since his conception, but they didn’t want him. He’d seen that years ago. So what was he waiting for?

He disconnected the PAK from his back and ignored the lifeclock in the corner of his eye as he plugged it in. He opened the hatch, clicked a pair of tweezers in his fingers, then reached them toward his feedback chip.

At a light tug, his computer’s voice gave an automated warning.

You are attempting to remove the feedback chip. Doing so is an act of treason against the Irken Empire. Are you sure you want to proceed?

Zim closed his eyes and pulled the chip free.

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Tak’s footsteps echoed as she walked across the concrete garage floor. MiMi’s metallic feet clacked beside her. Apart from that, the room was silent. She was used to silence. One grows accustomed to it when traveling alone through space. But these last few days had been anything but. And with Zim as her dubious ally, silent moments like this were certain to be few and far between.

And yet, this moment, she felt the need to fill it with something.

She popped open the windshield of her ship and hopped inside. “MiMi, my disc please.” Mimi reached into her head and took out the Urth data storage disc. Zim wasn’t the only one with a secret stash.

Tak took the disc from Mimi and placed it in a tray on the ship’s control panel. “Ship, track six please.” As she hopped out, music began to play. Smooth, jazzy horns filled the air and the singer began crooning.

Maybe this time, I’ll be lucky. Maybe this time he’ll stay…

The song was from an Urth performance art piece. The vocalist sang about some male mate. That part didn’t interest Tak in the slightest. Still, there was something about it...

Not a loser anymore, like the last time and the time before…

The song continued to play as Tak opened the engine access panel and began her work. While manipulating the many gears and wires, she found a few interesting repair methods that the human implemented over the years. Many employed the use of an Urth bonding strip called “duct tape”, which she had to admit came in handy. The human didn’t do a bad job, even if it was pretty slap-dash.

All the odds are in my favor, something’s bound to begin…

She finally untangled a mess of wires and reconnected them.

It’s gotta happen, happen sometime…

She fused together the final wire and the ship hummed to life. Fuel Regulation Systems online.

Tak smiled, “Okay Mimi, looks like we’re finally getting somewhere.” She ducked back into the access panel as the song his its crescendo.

Maybe this time I’ll win.

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sylvie-writes · 3 years

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here’s what i’m thinking. it’s the 1940’s. y/n is on her first date w the lovely steve rogers. it’s lots of shy giggly fluff. syd, my fabulous companion, can you write something along the lines of this and i’ll swim across the atlantic to shower you and mags in kisses. love u xx

First Date Jitters

“Becs, what if he doesn’t like me. What if I annoy him?”

Bothered, you laid your arms on the vanity and groaned, annoyed by the mere thought of ruining this first date. Steve Rogers seemed like a dreamboat and the minute he asked you out on a date, your eyes formed hearts and you were floating on cloud nine.

“Honey, he asked you out on a date, didn’t he?

“Yeah, but y’all pushed him! Maybe he felt pity for me and-”

Tired of your rambling, Rebecca ran the brush through your hair a bit too harsh for your liking.

“Geez! What was that for, Barnes?”

She smirked and went back to brushing your hair, returning to gentle strokes from before.

“To shut ya mouth full of lies.” Her strong New York accent came through and you giggled. When Rebecca spoke with a said accent, she meant business and was going to get her point through regardless if you listened or not.

Eventually, you zipped your mouth, letting Becca work her magic with your hair and makeup. As she did so, your mind drifted off to the first time you had met Steve.

“Pleaseeeeee, Bucky’s bringing a friend for dinner. Don’t leave me in a room full of testosterone.”

Becca was down on her knees, clasping the hem of your dress. Currently, you were standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk, people passing and shooting funny glares. Embarrassed, you pulled at her arms, but to no avail, she wouldn't budge from her spot on the cement.

“Rebecca Barnes, get off the ground! You look like a fool!”

“Not till you say, yes. You know how many dinners you’ve turned down?”

Groaning, you agreed to go just this once. The last time you went to dinner, you made a complete fool of yourself, even though Rebecca said otherwise. Bucky’s naturally flirtatious nature and secretive winks made you read into the situation a bit too much. From then on you vowed to never show up at a dinner of theirs. You’d known Rebecca for almost five years, yet you still couldn’t forgive yourself for that first night.

“You know why I always refuse, Becca.”

She linked her arm in yours, now off the ground and ready to walk around town some more.

“I know, but Bucky does that to every friend I’ve brought home. Don’t worry, the other girls did way worse than you. In the end, Bucky just likes to hook, line, and sink em kind of thing.”

Rebecca laughed, punctuating her sentence, and at her words of assurance, you felt a bit relieved.

That night you knocked on the door, and within seconds it flew open. Rebecca, flour covered hands, held out her arms for an awkward hug.

“You didn’t chicken out this time!”

You gave her a set of squinted eyes and she lightly giggled, waltzing back to the kitchen. Just as you were about to follow, a certain someone stopped you. Blocking the doorway, a young man you had been trying to avoid stood before your much smaller figure.

“Hey! You showed up this time, angel! Sorry I know I kind of scared you off last time. I’m sure Becs has given you her opinion on me.”

Bucky scratched at the back of his neck, shyly looking into your eyes.

“No hard feelings, Buck.”

You gave the man a tight lipped smile and started to maneuver past him, when his arms reached out for your waist.

“Becca told you I brought a friend, right?”

Confused, you cautiously nodded.

“Well, I want you to meet him. Hey Punk! Get out here!”

Suddenly, a man, no smaller than yourself rounded the corner and smiled bashfully at you.

“Hi ma’am, name’s Steve Rogers.”

The man, Steve, held out a hand for you to shake, which you did. All of a sudden, you two started talking and before you knew it, Bucky had left to go tell Rebecca their plan had worked. As implied, dinner ended with Steve asking you out.

“Hellooooo, any one home in there?”

Rebecca playfully tapped your head, shaking you from your thoughts.

“Huh?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes. Thinking ‘bout Rogers, aren't ya?”

With a timid smile, you nodded, soon standing from the vanity seat and going to change. Your friend had done an amazing job on pinning up your hair and fixing your makeup. You almost felt like a million bucks. To compliment it all, your mother had even found you a little baby pink number. Quickly changing, you stepped out of the closet, twirling in the sea on the pink fabric. Rebecca gasped at the sight and immediately reached for the camera, taking a picture of you, mid laughter.

Checking your wrist watch, you suddenly heard the doorbell and practically ran for the door with Rebecca who was laughing so hard that she couldn’t keep up.

Swinging open the door a bit too excitedly, you found Steve’s grin dissipating. A bit disappointed with his reaction, you toned down the excitement, hoping he wouldn’t notice your sudden change in demeanor.

“Wow, doll. You look,” The young man swallowed the lump in his throat, “stunning. Absolutely gorgeous!”

At the words, your disappointment morphed into satisfaction, and you stepped out the door, hitching onto Steve’s arm, waving goodbye to your best friend.

“Don’t keep her out too late, Steven!”

Rebecca’s words followed you both down the hallway, causing some laughter from Steve, who seemed a bit uncomfortable. Worried once more, you decided to pry a bit.

“Is everything ok, Steve?”

He turned to you with wide eyes and shook his head to dispute your many apologies.

“I’m just a bit nervous, it’s not you! It's just that no girl as pretty as you has never gone out with me before.”

Steve’s cheeks turned rosy red, before he looked the other direction, not wanting you to see him like this. In his mind, one wrong move and you’d leave him for another.

Humbled at his comment, you took your free hand and turned his face in your direction. With a big smile, you planted a soft kiss on the corner of his lips, leaving the young man almost breathless.

“Don’t worry about me, Stevie. I’m not going anywhere, except where you take me.”

Confident by your actions, Steve stood a bit taller and led you out of the apartment building, excited for his first date with you.

You were tucked into Steve’s side, enjoying a small conversation with him. The two of you were quite the pair, nervously asking the other one a question, trying to get to know each other since this was your first date. They say opposites attract, but that was not the case with you and Steve. So far, he had told you of the endless days he’d spent in the hospital, and a part of you longed for him to be healthy, as that sounded like his one wish. Steve would go on and on about how Bucky had set him up on dates and it normally ended with Bucky having two girls around his arms instead of one. You could see Steve’s self-confidence faltering, so you decided to share your many failed-date stories, eliciting a laugh from the man at the few comedic ones.

The whole walk, you were so caught up in talking to the man, that the two of you almost passed the first place you were going to stop. Of course, you were clueless as to where Steve was taking you, so you would have kept walking if Steve hadn’t stopped and gently placed his hands over your eyes. You felt the man turn you around and walk you a few steps when finally he removed the makeshift blindfold that was his hands.

“We’re here! Rebecca told me how much you loved chocolate, so I figured you could pick a box of your choice.”

He smiled lovingly at you, as you squealed like a child on Christmas morning. Thrilled, you ran into the store, seeing a case of a variety of chocolates. Steve caught up and enjoyed your cute facial expressions as you scanned over the options. There was an endless amount of chocolate, all in different forms and unthinkable flavors. About to order, you pulled out your clutch when Steve halted your actions.

“Now you think I’m gonna let my girl pay for her own box of chocolates?”

“But Steve-”

Your date stood strong in his statement, and demanded that you pick whatever chocolate you wanted. After scowling at him for a bit, you finally caved and picked from the overwhelming selection behind the glass case. You and Steve shared a few samples, laughing at how you both were acting like wine samplers. Since your date was buying the box, you told him that you’d only allow him to do so, if he selected a few chocolates himself. Begrudgingly, Steve agreed and you both might’ve held up the line a bit with your indecisiveness.

Walking out, you were once again wrapped into Steve’s side, this time his jacket on your shoulders as the sun had gone down and the night chills had creeped out. So far, you could feel Steve becoming more and more comfortable as the two of you started to talk about whatever came to mind. Just as you thought the man was done with the surprises, he stopped in front of the movie theater.

“Steve-”

“Nope, this is our first date, and we are going to make it memorable!”

You chuckled at his persistence and decided to play along.

“Well what about this lovely chocolate, we can’t just toss it out yet?”

Steve took the box and stuffed it in the pocket of his jacket that was still hanging on your shoulders.

“Oooh is Steve Rogers breaking the rules?”

A cheeky grin formed on his lips, “Only because I really like you.”

The minute the words left his mouth, Steve’s ears started to turn cherry and you shyly giggled.

“Well, I really like you too, Steve Rogers.” With that, you kissed him, but this time on the lips. As you did so, you could feel his cheeks warming and a big smile twisted onto your lips, breaking the kiss.

“Oh Steve Rogers, what am I going to do with you?”

#steve rogers x reader

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v-thinks-on · 3 years

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Day 25 of That Which Lies Buried Beneath the Snow

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Today's Prompt (from Domina Temporis): On the first day of Christmas…

It was an early night as Christmas Day came to an end. The whole village was dark and quiet, covered in a silent shroud of glistening snow. The snow was unbroken but for a single set of fresh footprints; the small tread of a woman’s boot, leading to the door of the inn. Inside, the fireplace in the parlour was already nearly down to glowing embers, its light supplemented by only a few lanterns, which shed a dim flickering light on its few inhabitants. Watson sat by the fire, while Holmes stood just beside it, his tall, thin figure in dark silhouette. Both of their attention was fixed upon a young lady who had, just moments before, burst into the parlour from the frigid evening.

As Mlle. Fontaine entered she had seemed to be on the verge of exclaiming, but once she had acquired the audience she sought, she faltered, catching her breath upon the threshold.

“M. Holmes,” she said, as much a question as a statement.

He inclined his head in acknowledgement.

“I have heard that you help people.”

Holmes demurred, “I endeavor to solve the small problems which are presented to me.” He motioned for her to continue.

However, Mlle. Fontaine hesitated. “Perhaps I should not have come.” She glanced out the window, but all she could see was the falling snow, drifting lazily to the ground. But that seemed to be enough to strengthen her resolve, and she turned to face Holmes once more. “I must apologize for last night’s trespass, but I fear I had no choice. If I do nothing the consequences will be too terrible to bear. I had to know how much you had discovered.”

“I confess, this possibility was not one that I had foreseen,” Holmes said. “You are here on M. Renaud’s behalf?”

“Yes, he is not a very good baker, but he is a good man, and I love him with all my heart and soul.”

Holmes and Watson exchanged a knowing glance.

To Mlle. Fontaine, Holmes said, “You defend him, even though you know that he and his companions are fugitives, seeking refuge from the law?”

“Fugitives?” Watson interjected.

“Yes,” Holmes said, a wry smile betraying his pleasure at the effect he had produced, and at last he gave Watson the explanation for which he had waited so long; “escaped while being transported to gaol, if I am not mistaken” - and Mlle. Fontaine could offer no disagreement. “They took refuge in the castle before coming to occupy the village, filling the roles of those who had so conveniently died in that difficult winter. It is on their account that the village has been cowed into silence.”

“Not cowed into silence!” Mlle. Fontaine protested. “Well, at first, perhaps, by Constable Durand, but even he did little more than bark. They have not hurt anyone since they arrived, I swear it! Everyone who has passed died - God forbid - naturally, in that terrible winter. Without dear Jean - that is M. Renaud - and the others, we would not have been able to rebuild. Whoever they were in the past, we owe them all a great debt - even you were saved by M. Leval and Beatrice for all your interfering.”

“We owe them our gratitude,” Holmes acknowledged. “But even if those such as Mme. Beauregard and yourself are content to remain silent on the fugitives’ behalf, there are others who are not so pleased, your own father among them.”

“Papa is a stubborn old man, but truly he owes as much to Jean as anyone. Jean has done so much to help us.”

However, Holmes was not to be distracted. “It is also on their account that those who died were so hastily buried.”

“Yes,” Mlle. Fontaine admitted, “my own mother is buried beneath the castle wall. But there was no better way. The spring was quickly approaching and with it all the visitors who come through the village. We had no time. Jean and the others could not risk discovery and who would wish to stay in a decimated village - and without travellers, our livelihoods would vanish. We had no choice. So now, only in the winter can we mark their graves with angels.”

“My sincerest condolences,” Holmes said.

“But now,” Mlle. Fontaine continued, encouraged by Holmes’s sympathy, “it may all come to nothing. You know what he - what M. Dupond means to do?”

“Yes,” Holmes replied, “I am aware that he has grown impatient with my methods. It is inevitable that he would seek another opinion.”

“Please, M. Holmes, you must stop him! The passes are closed now with the snow, but I have heard that by the new year, it will be clear enough to travel. Please, does Jean - do we all not deserve a little peace?”

Holmes considered the young woman, her desperate eyes shining with hope.

“You would do all this for M. Renaud?” Holmes asked at last.

“I would give him anything,” she insisted.

“We will do what we can,” Holmes said, but he made no promises.

“Thank you, M. Holmes! Our lives rest in your hands. Now, I must go, quickly, before anyone wonders where I have gone.”

#v writes #Sherlock Holmes #H/W #That Which Lies Buried Beneath the Snow

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polarishq · 4 years

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Meet VIDIA OMA. They are SEVENTY ONE years old and hail from OAHU, HI. Vidia embodies the star, CASTOR. They use she/her pronouns. Their faceclaim is JANEL PARRISH.

Castor reminds me of "green with”, a child’s desperate wish, complete silence, I want what I deserve, transformation magic, fate steps in and sees it through, the thick smell of incense, quiet contemplation, it’s finally my turn.

BIOGRAPHY

The Granters live cliffside in Hawaii, nearby the Mauna Loa volcano. Their retreat center is peaceful, humble, but beautiful. When Vidia was ten years old and received her star mark, she was dropped off on the doorstep of the Granter Sanctuary. She was stripped of all her possessions, her belongings, and her powers. While inside the training part of the sanctuary, the Granters must give up their magical powers for a total of ten years to become truly humble before they are granted their magic back. She doesn’t remember her life before the Granters, doesn’t remember her parents, and doesn’t know if she has a family who loves her.

When Vidia entered the training session of the Sanctuary, it was only to determine whether or not she would be able to mentally withstand the loss of everything-- food, other than bread and water, magic, pleasure, anything. She had to become completely numb and unbiased in order to grant wishes from an objective point of view. Vidia, at first, drank the Kool Aid, so to speak. She was wholly convinced that at the end of the day, she would be granted her powers back and then some. She wanted to grant everyone’s wishes and make everyone else happy. Everyone but herself.

Vidia didn’t think she needed much, after all. The Granters took vows of silence for the training periods, so the fact that she was able to converse with her fellow Wish-Granters was a gift. After ten years of not using her voice, the gift of conversation was something she never took for granted ever again. Hearing people’s opinions? Incredible. But what Vidia loved to hear most were wishes.

Sometimes they’d come in a whisper in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep, the tell-tale twinkling of a wind chime before she heard a precious mortal child’s voice, asking for a pony or for a best friend or for ten million puppies. Sometimes, Vidia had some kind of choice in the matter, sometimes she didn’t. Wishes are opportunities, she’d been told. You can’t just give everyone what they want all the time. But you can give them the chance to take what they want. So if a child wished for ten million puppies, she’d create a spell that would make a stray come across their path. A pony? Bring a traveling circus into town. A best friend? Magically have a new child move into that school.

The best part of the Granters Academy was the Crystalline, a basin that served as special portal in which you could see the effects of your wishes. Vidia loved going to see the Crystalline, and every time she would see the face on a wish she’d granted, she would feel more and more exhausted but couldn’t understand why. It felt good to help others, and Vidia didn’t need anything for herself. The more wishes she granted, the more tired she became, and it started reflecting in things such as her appearance, her personality, and her magic. Her hair became brittle and broke at the strands, she would grow irritated with conversation, her wishes wouldn’t be as creative or as kindhearted. She grew bored with the job.

She wasn’t supposed to go into the Grand Caster’s office for her weekly check-in until the Grand Caster was present, but she did. She wasn’t supposed to see the Grand Caster taking the Crystalline and drinking from its depths like a woman who was dying of thirst. She wasn’t supposed to see the Grand Caster’s hair suddenly grow long and dark, her wrinkled skin suddenly appear smooth, and her thin lips become full and plum again. But she did. And it changed everything.

Her entire world of benevolence, of selflessness, of doing kind acts for others was all for naught. While she was giving away her life force to grant wishes, the Grand Caster was using the energy bestowed in the Crystalline to keep herself young and beautiful. Vidia was wasting away for nothing, for someone else. Now, normally, Vidia would have been okay with this. She’d been taught to be selfless, taught to be humble and kind, taught to give up everything for someone else. But in this case, Vidia didn’t like anything. She didn’t like that she was being used. She didn’t like that she was being tapped without her consent. And she really didn’t like the fact that the Grand Caster was taking their magic for her personal gain, instead of for everyone’s personal game.

So Vidia didn’t end up going to that weekly check-in. She ran away and used a glamour to hide her appearance, taking refuge in an inn where she met someone whose magic was meant to help her. Someone who showed her that her beauty was meant to be extolled for the world to worship. Someone who showed her that life shouldn’t be about caring for others, it should be about caring for yourself.

Vidia and her companion found their way to Polaris, where she has fully transformed from her kind and humble self to someone who knows what she wants and takes it, no matter the cost. Her magic is limited in the sense that she cannot conjure things for herself, only for others. And she hates that. She hates that her entire life has been about others, looking out for others, and nobody is looking out for her.

So now, she does what she wants. She works a job at The Phoenix Feather and uses the money she earns to pay for things that she wants. She is a confessed materialist. She goes out for fancy dinners, to taste food she’s never had before. She decides that even though she wants things, having them is something a little different.

And there are still things that she wants, which she cannot have.

But she’ll get them.

Don’t worry.

INCLINATION

Castor appears to be one of the brightest stars in our galaxy, but is actually comprised of six individual stars. Castor aptly sponsors those who are gifted in magic, but Castor’s primary inclination lies in wish fulfillment. If a mortal wishes on a star in the sky, Castor is one of the first to hear and the first to attempt to grant the wish if it is in their ability to do so. Otherwise, they must consult with a witch who specializes in that sort of magic in order to get the wish fulfilled.

CONNECTIONS

Filling one of the roles of Duyen Huynh’s Seven Devils (Envy)

I Want You to Want Me: Vidia is now used to getting what she wants, when she wants it, except for when it comes to this person. For whatever reason, this person absolutely avoids her advances and isn’t falling at her feet, and Vidia absolutely hates it.

Thief in the Night: This is the person Vidia found in the inn who showed her what life could be. Vidia’s magic is pretty restrictive, it doesn’t work on herself and therefore she can only perform magic for others. This person tends to do Vidia’s dirty work for her, whether it’s a glamour spell, a potion, or anything else Vidia needs. She can pay them off with sex or she could have some kind of blackmail on them, whatever’s more fun.

Mutual Trauma: Another Granter, who knew Vidia before but doesn’t know Vidia after. This Granter also got out of the convent and has come to Polaris to learn magic the proper way.

Penned by Leigh ★

#castor.#leigh.#taken.#earth.#student.

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laura-is-annoyed · 7 years

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I'd die for you. (Whitlock x OC fanfiction)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Since I am absolute trash I decided to post the fanfic that I have been keeping to myself for quite a while which is a Whitlock x OC story basically before joining Kenna’s army Whitlock had a female friend who seemingly out of the nowhere , left because Hex threatened her. The main things you have to know about her. Her name is Selene (greek- Moon) she has brown hair which appear golden when in the sun, she has blue eyes with Hazel edges and her personality can be described as “I am smol but better not cross me”. This fanfic will include small snippets of their friendship and how she left, so enjoy, I guess or don’t, whatever…

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“I am regretting this…” Selene said with exhaustion in her voice. “You were the one who was, quote, bored of the foundry” Whitlock answered her as they roamed through the desert outside of the city of Technocrats. “Okay, okay, are you gonna quote me on that till the day I die?” She felt the exhaustion take over her as she lied on her back her limbs extended as she breathed heavily. “The young, yet brilliant and genius in every way ‘adventurer’ and his charming companion suffered from the burning desire of shelter and an unquenchable thirst, while finding their way through the deadly desert, back to their city.” She let out a weak laughter and clapped at her friend’s attempt of poetry. “That was not bad, but ‘charming companion’, are you serious?” She grinned. “Okay, how about ‘annoying and hard to control companion’?” He started laughing as she pushed him lightly. “You are lucky you are cute” she said shaking her head. She took a step and heard a clinking sound under her foot as she picked up some device. “What is that?” He asked. “I don’t really know, I will take it with me, though” she said as she shoved it in her bag. “Okay I think a sand storm is coming let’s go back.” He took her hand instinctively and walked towards the direction of the city.

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“Where did he put it!” Selene rummaged through everywhere to find the device she found in the desert a couple of weeks ago. “May I ask you what are you doing?” He asked as he stood near the entrance grinning at how desperate she was searching and running around. “Finally! Where did you put the thing I found in the desert?” “Somewhere higher up? Why?” She rolled her eyes. “Next time I find something I keep it to myself, alright?” She took the ladder and got up to where Whitlock had placed the device. As she grabbed it she slipped and fell but Whitlock caught her. “Woah… you are… uhm lighter than I thought” he said. “And you have fast reflexes” she remarked and he let her go. “Okay let’s see what this thing does.” She sat down and pointed the sit opposite to hers and Whitlock sat down himself. She was trying to do something with it for a long time and it was clearly annoying to him. “Hey, can I just–” he put his metallic hand on thing as she pushed it away. “No!” She pulled it closer to herself. “Don’t touch it or I will fix your hand on it.” They looked at each other for a minute before bursting into laughter. “That was the dumbest threat I have ever heard.” He said. “Ahem…” they both turned around to see Hex standing her hands crossed. “Oh, Good morning, Hex!” Whitlock greeted her mother figure warmly but Selene wasn’t as enthusiastic. “Whitlock, doesn’t your friend have anywhere else to be?” “No? She just got here.” “… Very well then.” Hex said with annoyance in her tone as she walked out of the foundry. “C-can we just continue with this thing.” Selene mumbled. “… Huh? Uh, yes” after a couple of minutes the device started working and a melody started playing on it. “In my opinion that was quite unsatisfactory…” Selene said as she pushed the thing away. “Hex was right, I-I think I will go now….” “Well if that’s what you want.” “See you later.”

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Selene was named after the moon and most nights she wouldn’t sleep, she would be out and about, just like the moon. She decided to climb the wall to Whitlock’s room in the foundry. As expected when she got there, he was sleeping. She was thinking about how to wake him up, the most rational choice was to push him gently. “Pssst. Whitlock.” His eyes opened and he sighed. “Selene, just..m go home please.” It was dark but she noticed his slight grin. “No way, didn’t you ever wanna sneak out during nighttime.” “No.” “You are a horrible liar, come on” She lighted a candle and a mechanical lamp to stop him from falling back asleep. “You are going to be… the death of me.” He gave up and got up from his bed. She couldn’t help but notice that despite he primarily trained his mind his body was fit in a way it was pleasant to the eye. When he put his clothes on they both climbed out through the window and walked around the city, with minimum to none people there. They got to the end of the city where the maze started. She sighed. “I wish this place could have been more… natural.” “What do you mean?” He said in a concerned way noticing the sadness in her tone “I mean… I love the city but… there is no flora here.” “Well … we are the TECHNOcrats.” “guess you are right.” They walked for a little more climbed to a top of a building to look at the full moon. “Don’t you want to live here permanently?” He asked her. “Yes, of course, I mean you are here and you are the only person who puts up with me, but my family just can’t leave our village…” “Yes I understand.” She sighed again. “I will go now. I am tired.” “Goodnight, Selene.”

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“So, what did you want to show me?” Selene asked curiously as Whitlock excitedly led her somewhere. “Okay, right now I just need you to close your eyes and just follow me.” “Alriiight” she closed her eyes and extended one of her hands towards him, as he took it she couldn’t help but feel a little chill going down her spine and heat rising in her cheeks. After 10 minutes they stopped. “Okay, now, open your eyes.” He said and she did so, what she saw shocked her it was a natural scenery with plants and grass everywhere and a small waterfall. “How— How in THREE HELLS did you do this?!” She looked around not sure at what to look at. “Well I made this place, it’s all artificial but you said you wanted some flora here so… I did it!” He smiled at her warmly. And she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I can’t believe you did this for me!” “Anything for my charming companion” She laughed and lied on the ground looking up at the sky and then moving her gaze towards him. “Lie next to me!” She said almost demanding. He lied down also looking at the sky. “This is the best day of my life.” She excitedly shouted. She sat up and looked at the waterfall. “Alright but HOW did you make a waterfall?!” “That was the easiest part” he sat up in a way that they were facing each other. She was still smiling. They stared at each other for a long time as she leaned in and kissed him in the most innocent and tender way possible. Before he could answer she pulled away. Blushing wildly she just wrapped her arms around his neck hugging him tightly. “What would I do without you?” A tear of happiness slided down her cheek.

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Days she came to the foundry and for some reason she couldn’t find Whitlock. “Whitlock! Whit–” she felt her hair being pulled “ HEY!” she shouted trying to break free but in vain . The figure shoved her in a dark room. Light suddenly hither face. “H-Hex?” She was afraid of this woman. Very afraid. “Selene, I am warning you, leave the foundry and never appear in Whitlock’s life again. “What?! Why?! What are you–” “You are just an obstacle in his life! And you will leave until sunset, or else…” she used some device and a projection of her family tied up showed up in front of her. “MOTHER! FATHER!” “My angel, please… just please do what this woman says… please help us…” her mother started crying and the projection faded. “You-you… what kind of monster are you?!” Selene felt her cheeks burning as tears were running from her eyes like rivers. “This is for the better, little girl, better for you and Whitlock… Now, we don’t wanna anything regrettable happen right? Go and take whatever you have to take and leave our city!” Selene stormed out of the room. Crying and rapidly looking anything that belonged to her. Suddenly she heard Whitlock entering the room. “Selene?.. What are you doing ?” He was concerned. What should she do? Just ignore what he is saying and leave. She stared at him. “W-we’re you crying?” “I have to leave… now…” “W-what?” “I have to leave and never come back.” Those words each were like daggers in her heart as his eyes widened. She just stormed out. “Selene!” His voice was angry, she never was so intimidated by his voice. With every time he called her name it grew louder and more furious. She stopped. “You don’t understand! And you never will! and if I tell you anything…” she remembered her mothers crying so she just ran. She was this close to the door as Whitlock grabbed her arm… FIRMLY. She winced in pain and the grasp became stronger she looked in his eyes and was terrified and saw fury, terror and anger. “You are NOT going anywhere.” There was some strange greed in his voice, how could she not notice this side of him? Meanwhile the grasp only becoming stronger the metal digging in her hand, she shouted. “Let go of me!” She felt some liquid drip from her hand she looked down and saw red drops on the ground. Noticing what he has done he let go immediately and backed away staring at his hand which had blood on it too. He seemed terrified as if 2 minutes it wasn’t him… and she knew it wasn’t… she just wanted to wrap her arms around him tell him it’s not his fault and it’s alright but she just… ran away. The tears hot on her cheeks and her hand hurting she ran away, quickly escaping the maze and then just slowly walking to her village… When she got there she was met with her worst nightmare, her family’s house was burning and there was no way someone could survive… the fire was peaceful just slowly burning and destroying her house and her from the inside. She dropped to her knees. Wishing this was all a dream. “NOOOOO!” she screamed desperately.

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For a continuous ten minutes Whitlock would just look at his bloodied hand, he was shaking. “What have I done.” He ran to his room, washing the blood away. He looked up at the mirror… at that moment his reflection disgusted him, he hit the glass with his metal hand as it shattered to dozens of pieces. Hex entered his room. “WHITLOCK!” She shouted and ran to him. “I am a monster.” He kept mumbling as she hugged and tried to hush him.

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That night, desperate for revenge Selene climbed the foundry yet again but this time to Hex’s lab. She took a dagger with her. The lab looked horrifying with things that the average mind couldn’t comprehend. She felt such disgust, she looked at Hex’s sleeping figure… so calm… as if her conscious wasn’t devouring her from inside. She looked at her for another minute before raising her dagger… then suddenly a memory hit her….

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Whitlock and her sitting on a roof during daytime as they usually did. “Selene” everytime he called her name it sounded like it was the last thing she would ever hear… she wasn’t complaining. “Yes?” She answered without looking at him. “What do you think of revenge?” “Well… I don’t have experience with it but I think people… find it as a medicine? A cure for the pain they feel?” “Would you avenge anyone?” “Yes, I mean… you wouldn’t?” he shook his head. “Some things are worth killing for….” she muttered. “No…it’s not a cure… it’s an addiction after you do it once… it becomes a curse…” she looked at him confused… “but there are things worth DYING for” her gaze met his and she drowned in his eyes. She tried to lighten it up “always have to be poetic” she laughed weakly, but still was curious… “Are people worth dying for?” She whispered. “Some are…” he slowly put his hand on hers.

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She lowered the dagger and stepped away from her bed… Selene carved a writing on Hex’s table, put the dagger on it as well and left. She neared Whitlock’s room, she slowly opened the door, he was sleeping but a candle was still lit near his bedside. She approached his bed, it didn’t seem like a peaceful dream, his brows were furrowed and his breathing was heavy. “I am sorry, Whitlock” she whispered and pressed the most gentle kiss on his lips that was as light as a feather, so soft it didn’t wake him, but his expression softened and his breathing slowed down, with seemingly, even a small smile appearing on his face. Selene left the city of technocrats and was never seen there again…

⚠Thanks for reading this guys thus was made up during my sleepless nights so I hope you guys will appreciate this. ⚠

Also + Epilogue Hex woke up in the morning feeling uneasy… as if she was watched… she brushed off the feeling and walked to her desk where she saw a carving….

“Would you die for him?”

#playchoices #fanfic #whitlock #he is the love of my life

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x-fantasy-is-my-reality-x · 7 years

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Mischief: Chapter 1

Gimli was bored.

Looking around under his bushy, burnt-orange eyebrows, he searched lazily for something, or someone, to entertain him. And whenever the two words “dwarf” and “bored” or anything remotely like that was in the same sentence together, it meant somebody was either gonna run away screaming or crying, or huddle up in a corner and hope to Valar that they weren't going to find them.

The Company had been moping for the last couple of days, or resting as they liked to call it, and Gimli was getting seriously bored. Gandalf had insisted on letting Aragorn rest after an unexpected orc raid a couple of days ago, resulting him a serious, sprained ankle when he tripped over a root in the dark, along with a concussion after an orc bashed him on the head with the blunt of a heavy sword. And if that wasn’t terrible enough, a couple of their horses had ran away during the skirmish, along with about a third of their supplies, and Aragorn was surprisingly heavy to carry.

So, for the last couple of dreadfully boring days they’ve been sitting on their arses waiting for the Ranger to heal at least enough to be able to limp along and for Gandalf to come up with a plan.

And currently, there were eight possible prankees for Gimli to toy with.

Aragorn Estel, who had been crossed off his mind immediately. Pity, maybe next time, Gimli promised himself.

Gandalf the Grey, which honestly wouldn’t go down very well, whom Gimli then ruled of off his mental list of victims.

Then there were the four hobbits; Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Meriadoc Brandybuck or Merry as they called him, and finally Peregrin Took or otherwise known as Pippin (Sounded too much like one of those annoying birds for the dwarf’s liking), who was frankly, of a lesser intelligence than the rest of his companions. Frodo was much too important to be pranked, Gimli realized disappointingly, and so there was another option gone. The next hobbit, Sam, who was always by Frodo’s side and nearly impossible to separate, would have been a hard one to trick. The third halfling, Merry, in Gimli’s opinion, would probably not be a bad choice and he didn’t seem like a person to hold a grudge, so he went onto the ‘maybe’ list. And finally, Pippin.

Ah Pippin, he would be an easy target, as he had graciously demonstrated in the Mines of Moria, thought Gimli with a wince. So off he went onto the list with Merry.

So far, he had only found two. Moving on to the next people.

There was the other man. Boromir. He was usually frowning and seemed like the kind of guy who would cut off your beard if you accidentally bumped his drink. So nope.

That only left one person to determine. Or more specifically, an elf. The moment the dwarf laid his eyes on that graceful figure he immediately wanted to dunk him in a pile of mud and hold him there until he started floundering like a fish. Some goblin mutant I am! Gimli recalled with a growl. There was something about that elf that made him want to mess up his perfect hair or rig his bow. It probably had something to do with his too-smug father Thranduil. And to be honest, he did give a single dead dog about what that pompous king thought. It would be a perfect opportunity for revenge, too. For locking his da up in a cell.

Grinning like the Grinch, he tried to hide his smirk but only succeeded in looking weird, earning a few looks from the hobbit who were already wary of him and a raised eyebrow from Aragorn.

Scanning the clearing where they had made camp, the dwarf searched for Legolas. Where in the name of Valar was that elf by anyway? No matter. Whatever, he didn’t need him here anyways.

“Uh Gandalf!” He called to the robed-form standing over Strider. “I’m not feeling so well, I’m gon’ go get some fresh air,” he lied in his usual gruff voice.

The wizard raised an eyebrow at him, a knowing look in his eye. “Alright Gimli. Just make sure to be careful out there. We wouldn’t want another accident to happen would we?” Gandalf said, looking down at a glaring Aragorn.

“Hmph!” Gimli grunted, as if he didn’t know better.

Slinking out into the forest, the leaves a golden hue glinting in the sunlight as the sun started to set behind the mountain. He picked his way down to a nearby riverbed, not nearly as quietly as he would like mind you, but he would just have to hope that nothing unwanted heard him. Which included Legolas.

Chuckling under his massive beard, he took out the sack he had hidden in his armor and started filling it up with the nastiest things he could find under the mud. He would get a little bit dirty, but it was never something that dwarves minded. But Legolas definitely would.

Time to ruin his pretty little head, Gimli thought smugly, trying desperately to hold in his laughter.

While he was brooding over his evil plan, he didn’t notice a certain someone sneak up on him and watch him work over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

A hand fell upon Gimli’s shoulder and the shorter man shrieked the least manly sound the archer had ever heard, and nearly pitched himself into the water in surprise along with his precious bundle of mud and other horrible things.

“Friend Gimli? What are you doing down here?” He tried to sound as normal as possible but seeing the usually undaunted Gimli so astonished made his insides hurt from holding back his laugh. But it seems like he probably didn’t do of very good job at it because Gimli looked like he wanted to much him in the face. More than usual at least.

“Uuuuh I’m preparing a trap! For fish! In the river! You know those little flashy things that swim around? Yeah that’s it!” He complimented himself for his ‘amazing’ bluff.

This made Legolas even more incredulous than before, but he decided to humor his friend anyways. “I know what a fish is. But you're planning to make a trap by putting mud in a sack?”

"Uh yes laddie! Now go away and stop bothering me. I can’t concentrate.” At the word ‘laddie’ Legolas couldn’t hide his smile, even though he was at least a thousand years older than him. Well, there was no reasoning with dwarves either way. Especially not this one.

“As you wish friend Gimli.” The elf stalked off to go do who knows what and Gimli returned to his ‘work’.

#humor #lord of the rings

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