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sulky-valkyrie · 5 months

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Val! Can I get "there’s nothing you could have done." for Fenris/Anders?

You know it 💜 Honorable mention to @shardsof-stars because she'd requested a wee bit of Fenders on the run after the boom, and these two ideas ended up all tangled and muddied together and it doesn't quite use the dialogue and it doesn't quite have them on the run, but I'd like to think it fits the spirit (heh, Jsutice pun) of both thoughts

for @dadrunkwriting

Kirkwall was burning, and Meredith had gone mad. Or maybe Meredith's madness was why Kirkwall was burning.

It wasn't supposed to end like this. No, that wasn't right. It hadn't been supposed to keep going after this. No, that wasn't right either. He wasn't supposed to keep going.

Boom, Justice and I are free.

It was supposed to be a symbol, a spark to light the fires of the world, to force Thedas to confront its prejudices, and to remind mages they could fight back. And fight back they had, but Anders had never expected it like this. A summary execution should’ve been his fate, or a show trial and a chance for him to make his case for the end of the Circles before being sentenced to death.

He hadn't accounted for Meredith's paranoia. Well, he hadn't accounted for it enough. Or her hatred. Bloody knickerweasels, he'd confessed to her damn face, and she'd still blamed the whole of the Gallows and called for an Annulment.

Granted, he might still die today. Orsino had nearly turned himself into a fucking abomination in a futile act of defiance and despair. He shuddered. If not for Merrill and her own demon, things would've been so much worse. And it was bad enough already.

Meredith's sword sang with an oily discordant wrongness, jangling at his nerves and setting Justice on edge as she cut down her own people. Even half an hour ago, the sight of Templars losing their guts and screaming would’ve given him grim satisfaction, but now, it was simply grim. They fought against her as fiercely as they'd fought with her, and died just as easily.

He threw every spell he could, even healing fucking Cullen when the statues came to life and one batted him across the courtyard, but it still wasn't enough. Over a dozen people stood against her, but they were starting to tire, and Meredith seemed unstoppable. At least the rest of the Gallows mages made it out through the tunnels.

A whistle caught his attention, bright and piercing as it cut through the clatter of battle. A whistle that sounded like -

"Ancestors balls, we can't leave you alone for one minute, can we?"

He glanced down and smiled, even as his heart clenched in fear. "Siggy, babe, you're in the wrong place."

"Nah, we've been tracking that shit –" she waved a dagger toward Meredith "– for years. Good job making her show it."

"Is that what I did?" Anders asked sarcastically. "Jolly good for me then."

A volley of fiery boulders rained down from the sky, battering Meredith to the ground. Velanna's work, no doubt.

The new threat was apparently enough to send Meredith over the edge. She looked as deranged as a blood mage as she climbed to her feet and shouted, “I will not be defeated!”

As she thrust her sword in the air, the horrible jangling feeling ramped up, like it was trying to crush his skull and burst it open from the inside at the same time, Sigrun winced and gritted her teeth. Interesting. He'd assumed it had something to do with being a mage, or Justice's sensitivity to lyrium, but Sigrun was neither mage nor possessed.

Interesting, but a question for a later time. Even if he’d had the time to think about it, the pressure on his mind made everything blank with pain, as bad as what he remembered of the Joining, and when he started to worry that it might actually kill him, the damn sword exploded.

Shards of red lyrium flew out, but, for once, Templars actually came in handy. What they didn’t block with their shields they blocked with their bodies, however unintentionally, leaving Hawke and the rest of Anders’ former-comrades unscathed. At least they’ll be alive to hate me.

"Come on, we need to get you out of here." Sigrun's hand caught his and she started to pull him away.

Not how any of this was supposed to happen. He resisted on reflex, but she was a Warden too, and built like bronto. A small one, but a bronto nonetheless, full of densely packed muscle and maddening persistence.

"Mage!" Suddenly Fenris was there, tearing him from Sigrun's grasp and snarling, "You won't take him!"

His vehemence was a shock. Fenris had barely spoken two sentences to him since the Chantry had exploded, but here he was, defending him again. Fruitlessly. Anders had always known death would be the only escape from the Wardens. "Fenris, there's nothing you can do," he sighed.

"Venhedis!” He put his arm across Anders’ chest and glared at Sigrun. “You won’t take him,” he repeated.

Sigrun held up her hands, not quite in surrender, but an obvious gesture of goodwill and grinned. “Stones, Anders, you’ve been making friends again, haven’t you?”

“Er… in a way?” He pushed Fenris’ arm down gently. “What do you want with me?”

Before she could answer the paving stones shattered as a tangled mass of roots forced its way up next to her and Velanna stepped out, face pinched in even more irritation than usual. “What are you standing around for, let’s go!”

Fenris reached for his sword. “He goes nowhere he doesn’t wish to.”

“Oh for the Maker’s sake, Fenris, please,” Anders said before turning back to Velanna. “Where are we going?”

She rolled her eyes. “Where do you think? The Chantry will be baying for your blood any moment now! You know as well as I do that the Deep Roads are the safest place for you.”

He shuddered at the suggestion, but couldn’t find a fault in her logic. I should’ve planned for this better. He glanced back at Hawke, still arguing with Varric. Probably about him. He inhaled slowly and rubbed at his face. “Let’s go.”

Sigrun and Velanna nodded, then headed toward the docks. As Anders moved to follow them, Fenris fell in step behind him. “You may be a fool, but you're my fool.” His voice was soft, but challenging. Daring Anders to argue with him, just like old times, yet nothing like them at all.

Debate wouldn’t solve this. He was a fool. Foolish to believe Meredith would blame the right man.

“I’m sorry.” Once the apology fell from his mouth, the words wouldn’t stop, a rush of everything he’d wanted to say since he’d started planning this. “I should’ve - I’m not sorry I did it, but I wish it hadn’t come to it, and I’m sorry she made it worse, but there was nothing you could’ve done. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, or Hawke - sorry that I used you, that I lied about –”

Fenris pushed him to the wall and cupped his chin. “Hush, mage. You think there was nothing I could’ve done? You asked for explosives: saltpeter and flammable stone. You asked for help distracting the Grand Cleric. Nothing I could’ve done?” He kissed him softly. “Anders, I did everything, not nothing, and I’m not leaving you for this or anything else, and there’s nothing you can do about that.”

#da drunk writing circle #prompt fills #anders #fenris #fenders #post chantry boom #chantry boom #light angst

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ibrithir-was-here · 4 months

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Council of War

@animate-mush (and everyone else following/contributing to this AU!)

Arthur Holmwood stood with his hands pressed down hard upon the round table where he was holding cabinet; trying to look like the collected, confident, and assured leader he knew his organization needed him to be--and not the tired, battered, worn to unraveling wreck he felt like inside.

“I'm sure by now that you've all heard what happened last night”, he began, his voice low and solemn, but with an edge in it that made everyone in the room sit up straighter.

“Count Dracula himself came into the grounds and attempted to abduct young Mr. Harker. He was stopped only by--by the quick intervention of Lucille”

If the agents around the table noted the slight tremor in Arthur's voice as he recalled that particular event of the night, they wisely kept their silence.

“The Count was also followed by two more vampires who were also able to enter the grounds…Mr Harker's parents.”

This revelation did produce a faint flutter of disturbed whispering, which was instantly cut off by a firm look from Jack, seated as ever at Arthur's right hand.

“Both they and the Count managed to escape, miraculously without any casualties. And what I want to know now…” Athur said slowly, forcing himself with every inch of aristocratic decorum that had been drummed into him to keep calm --

“Is just how they all got here, where they are now, and how soon can we be ready to finally end this?”

Arthur stood straight, looking each person at the table in the eye, one by one. Each person in his organization had their reasons for being here, their own strange and often terrifying experience that brought them into his circle, that had led them to believe him and Jack in their warnings of the threats that lurked within the shadows.

Henry Harrington, who's brother had run afoul of a truly nasty hedge magician, who'd sent something to stalk his brother's steps day and night, and which finally overtook him on a lonesome road with no help in sight.

Harrington had gotten justice on the fiend, and had gladly joined their ranks when they'd crossed paths while doing research on one of their missions, determined that no one else's loved one would suffer a similar fate.

There was young Ben Edwards, who'd somehow caught the eye of a vampire-witch at the age of 16, and been stalked by her in dreams until only a few years ago, when she'd finally tried to sink her teeth into him upon the unfortunate occurrence of him being put up for the night in her old tower room.

He'd escaped with his life and soul, been desperate for answers, stumbled onto Arthur's organization, and eagerly joined up.

And Alwyne Hargreaves…she'd also found them, trying to make sense of the strange memories she had of being carried off by ‘A Bloofer Lady’.

Arthur had been sick all day after their first interview, and Jack was not much better.

Her experience had apparently rendered her sensitive to all manner of strange phenomena, and she and her employer (and later husband) had made a good business out of clearing out houses reputed--and often proved-- to be haunted, so that they could finally be put on market.

Though her abilities often drained her, she was more than willing to put them to use to help keep her country safe. In truth, with her cheerful cleverness, she reminded him of what Mina might have been, had they all been luckier.

And, of course, dear, unstoppable Kate Reed, Lucy's old friend. Mina and Jonathan's old friend.

Their first recruit.

She’d tracked him and Jack down after it had all gone wrong, demanding to know what had become of her friends, what he and Jack had done to them.

Kate had dogged their steps until finally, she'd found them facing down the last of the Count's victims, had seen what the no-longer-a-woman had done to her staff--to Lu's mother--and she'd had learned just what had happened to Lucy and Mina and Jonathan. And she'd vowed to fight them ever since.

The people seated here at this table were his top agents, the ones he knew he could always count on in crisis, who had proved themselves time and time again, each time the threat of a vampire had reared its fangs, weather in town or country or seaside, they had risen to thrust it back down into the earth where it belonged.

And none of them, it seems, had managed to see the devil coming until he--they, were at the door.

There was a moment of weighted silence, each person at the table going over Arthur's questions.

“As to how the Count got passed us, I'm sorry Art, I just don't know”, Kate said with quite calm, a calmness that Arthur knew well enough was hiding her own unease and frustration that after all their preparation and prior successes they'd still all been taken so unprepared.

Kate Reed wasn't a woman who brooked failure well, especially her own.

“But as to the Harkers…you told me that before you and Jack went off with the rest to try and stop Dracula that you performed a-a burial service for Mina, correct? And since she was not in fact laid in any one resting place…it's possible that anywhere in England could count as hallowed ground for her to rest in. It's all her native soil.”

Kate paused, looking at Arthur and then away before going on.

“And Jonathan…Jonathan's home was always wherever she was…That could explain how she and Jonathan have been able to seemingly move about unimpeded, without us getting any wind of a vampire's nest being set up anywhere near.”

“Yes…that's a plausible explanation.” was his terse reply.

Arthur knew he needed to be calmer, less brittle. He'd already broken down last night with Lu, when she'd offered her blood up to the boy. It had brought back far too many memories of similar, ultimately useless gestures done by himself and Art and Quincey's namesake.

It seems he was destined to keep being reminded of the futility of all his grand gestures.

He wished he could just crawl into bed with Jack, Lu still small enough to tuck between the two of them and wake to find the last few months nothing but a terrible lingering dream.

While he was at it, he might as well wish to wake from the last 21 years.

But he didn't have the luxury of wallowing, none of them did.

“Is it possible that the Count, by dint of having fed on Mr. Harker so long and so singularly, could have had something of that connection transferred to him?”

Harrington asked, brows furrowed in concentration, no doubt thinking over his eclectic knowledge of the arcane, built up from the many old tomes they'd confiscated and stored away for safekeeping.

“After all, we've seen from Edwards' case and what we read about that business in Styria that a vampire can establish a psychic link with a victim if they share blood that can persist through time and space without the victim necessarily being turned by the exposure. But the link can draw the victim to the vampire, and the vampire to them”

“Couldn't we extrapolate out from that? The blood shared needn't necessarily be familial, it could, well, actually be shared.”

“Oh!” Alwyn jumped in, the light of discovery coming into her eyes at the prospect of a new puzzle to solve.

“And the longer it's shared the stronger the psychic and physical link! Through the physical blood! So that the Harkers, being bound already, and Dracula, bound to them by sharing blood, and both concentrating on the same goal of reaching our young guest, have been, so to speak, drawing each other along?

He wants to reach Quincey, he knows they'll follow if he does, and so uses their own determination to head him off to follow in their wake, as it were?

Because they can walk here, The Count can walk here, and because Quincey is already here--”

Jack interrupted this spiraling metaphysical explanation by tapping at the table to gain everyone's attention--and drawing it away from thoughts of Quincey, Arthur noted, unsure of his own feelings on that point.

Arthur hadn’t wanted to throw the boy to the Count, and he’d agreed, reluctantly, to let Lu…provide for him. Quincey had been nothing but polite and courteous since the day he’d walked into Arthur’s study— and in doing so dug up the most painful parts of his past to literally haunt him once more.

He didn't see how trying to shield the boy from his role as lynchpin in this whole mess helped anything.

Except, perhaps, to spare the boy what little innocence they had not already shattered by revealing the truth of his existence to him. Jack had told him of the…conversation he and Quincey had after Arthur had given him the saved documents to read over.

He’d never wanted to drive the boy to those extremes.

He just wanted his own family to be safe.

And now Jack had gone and declared Quincey part of it.

And Arthur didn’t know what to do.

* There's certainly something there I think,* Jack was saying, each person seated having learned his signs by now *But it's something we'll need to look into more at a later date, I think the more pressing matter now is finding where they're all sleeping during the day*

“Well if they've all of England left open to them, that could be anywhere!”

Edwards said with a shudder, lacing his fingers together tightly as if it would help keep his thoughts steady under the weight of free roaming vampires.

“It's a miracle they seem to have at least been kept out of the house proper, that protection doesn't seem to have been overcome by whatever psychical link or blood bond might be going on.”

“True, we'll need to be extra vigilant to ensure nothing could be possibly said to invite any unknown factors in.” Arthur said, going over the conversations he'd had and overheard between everyone last night, trying to assure himself nothing had been said then, in the heat of everything.

None of the vampires had been able to enter the house physically. Even if they had apparently manifested themselves to both Quincey and Lu through dreams.

He clenched his fists at the thought of the vampire that had replaced Mina Harker rummaging around in his daughter's head, extracting promises that fed off Lu's far too big heart and could only ever lead her into greater danger.

But no, whatever else might be going on, the rule of Invitation still held, and at least did not seem to extend to relations in Quincey's case. His unwitting invitation did not grant his parents nor the Count access to Arthur's physical threshold, if not his grounds.

This mercy, at least, seemed to be granted to them.

Not that they didn't need to still worry about whatever “blood bonds” might be in play.

Dracula had entered Quincey's dreams, played mind games with him, and had eventually been able to draw him out to where he'd been vulnerable to the Count's physical attack via his mental ones.

And Arthur knew it was only a matter of time before he tried again.

The devil was determined to drag the boy back to hell with him, whether it was due to some darker plans, where he wished to use the boy's unique existence to further spread the Count's misery, or to further torment his parents, or simply out of spite for having his ‘property’ dare to disobey him--none of that mattered.

Whatever Arthur felt personally about any of the Harkers, he wasn't about to let Count Dracula have anything he wanted ever again.

“Our main objective should be finding the Count.” Alwyn said, echoing Arthur's own thoughts. He wondered if her sensitivity wasn't picking up his roiling feelings and tried once more to sink into aristocratic composure.

“If Mr. Harrington's theory is true, it's likely he and the Harkers are all in close proximity anyway, whether he likes it or not.”

* What do you mean?* Jack asked.

“Well, If his ability to walk England freely is siphoned off them, well that blood bond will have been getting weaker by the day since Mr Harker senior…isn't available anymore.”

“He may still be able to siphon from Mrs Harker, being bound by turning her, but either way he's caught in a leash that's winding tighter and tighter around a pole.”

“And besides, their wills and blood are all bound together, his reason being here is the whole reason they're here as well as. He's the reason that any of this--” She waved her hand about the table and out towards the estate in general, “--Even exists. If we can find him, finally end him once and for all…”

“We can finally have some peace. All of us.” Kate said softly.

“But how do we track him?” Edwards asked, “We don't have any hard evidence for this link to the Harkers, just conjecture. You said before that Mrs. Harker used her link to track the Count, but even if we could find her first, I doubt anyone here wants to be making alliances with a vampire, even if they are temporarily aligned against a greater threat.”

“ No. ” Arthur said bluntly. “That most certainly won't be happening.”

The group sat in silence, each lost in their own doubts and conjectures as to what they should do.

“...The boy could do it”, Harrington said finally, looking grim, but certain of his proposal.

“He's linked to his parents, by blood and bond. And last night he bit the Count, tasted some of his blood, or what passes for it. Everything you’ve told us and we’ve learned points to him being by far our best bet for tracking any of them down.”

Arthur saw Jack's face blanch, causing the bit of scar that peaked above his high collar and through his beard to stand out like it was still fresh, and he rapidly began to sign:

* No . That's putting him directly in Dracula's sights. Besides, all else aside we can't possibly ask him to turn over his parents--*

“Dracula must be stopped .” Arthur said, and his tone instantly made each person sit up straighter.

“I don't wish to put anyone in any undue danger but--”

“I'll do it.”

Each head whirled around at the declaration, to see Quincey Harker standing framed in the doorway.

The door they had locked before coming in, which none of them had even heard open.

“Just how did you get in here??” Arthur asked, wondering what new vampiric power he was going to have to produce a counter for given this intrusion.

Quincey for his part ducked his head sheepish and fished something out of his pocket, holding it up towards the group.

“Lu slipped me the key this morning before she fell asleep and told me to go listen.”

Of course.

“Mr. Harker,” Edwards said slowly, speaking as if to a skittish hound, "Do you understand just what it is we're asking you to do? The danger it will bring on your head?”

Quincey's gaze dropped to the floor, and one of his hands moved to the wrist of the other, rubbing softly at clear skin that had only a few hours ago been mottled black and blue.

“I believe danger has already come to me sir, and to all of you because of me.”

“ I know you said you wouldn’t send me out as a scapegoat. But I-I wish to help. I couldn’t…I couldn’t call myself a good man if I didn’t do my own part to stop Fa…The Count. You’re right, Lord Godalming, he must be stopped, he deserves to be stopped.”

The boy stopped, swallowed hard, before continuing, hands clenching and unclenching.

“He threatened Lu, he tried to hurt her and… he-he hurt Mama and Papa…he’s been hurting them for a very long time…”

He raised his head and looked Arthur steadily in the eye, his own dark red ones alight with hardened determination.

“I’ll help you to find him, so that you can stop him from hurting anyone else. But…”

“But?” Arthur echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“But…I would ask, that—that you don’t harm my parents.”

“…And if your parents try to harm any of us?”

Quincey looked as if he was about to object, to say that they never would do such a thing, but stopped, swallowed again, and said quietly, “You of course should be able to defend yourselves…but please, don’t hurt them if you possibly can.”

Arthur’s nails dug into the palms of his hands, memories of white snow awash with red blood threatening to rise up and undo the little calm he’d held onto this whole meeting. The faces of Jack and Dr Van Helsing and his own Quincey flashed across his mind, one by one. All the men this boy was named for, all the men his father had cut down like nothing.

Didn’t he owe the dead and damaged vengeance for what they’d lost?

….Would vengeance bring any of it back?

At last, he managed to grit out;

“I promise, that no harm will come to your parents, so long as they pose no harm to anyone else. That’s the best I can do. Does everyone agree?”

There was a faint murmur of assent from the group, with a nod from Jack. Arthur nodded back, before turning once more to Quincey, and there was steel in his voice as he said;

“And you must promise me something in return, Harker.”

“Yes sir?”

“You say you love my daughter, you want to undertake this mission so that you can protect her?”

The boy blushed deeply, and Arthur had the bizarre realization he was blushing with Lu’s own blood, her gift to him coursing through his veins.

“Oh yes sir! I’d do anything for her.”

Arthur nodded, his blue eyes narrowing as he locked them on Quincey’s red ones.

“Then you promise me, that when it comes down to it, no matter what happens going forward, that you will do anything for her. You choose her , you understand? You do whatever it takes to keep her safe and whole and alive.”

He wanted to say: “If she’s so damn willing to walk into hell for you, it only seems right you live up to your family legacy and follow after her. If your father was willing to slaughter all the other people who he cared for to save the woman they’d failed to, the least you can do is the same. She must be the priority, no one else, no matter whom, no matter the bond. ‘ Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife and they shall be one flesh’ and all that.”

Of course, given the boy’s reaction to seeing a crucifix for the first time, Arthur doubted he’d ever so much as seen a Bible, let alone read one to recognize the verse. Remembering the crucifix, Arthur made a point to tell the young vampire to start wearing it. Heaven knows the boy could stand to have some extra protection going forward. They all could.

But back to the matter at hand.

“Do you understand what I mean when I say ‘you choose her’?”

Quincey’s face paled slightly, Lu’s blood rushing back to hide within his barely beating heart. But at last he whispered.

“Yes sir…I do…And I promise”

Arthur nodded, satisfied. The boy had never lied, Arthur wasn’t sure he even knew how.

“Good. Well you may as well go back and see if Lu’s awake and have her come in on all this properly. I’m sure she already told you to report back everything you heard anyway.”

A small smile crossed Quincey’s face, and from his other pocket, he pulled a small notebook and a bit of pencil.

“I took notes”

Of course he did. If there was anything else one could mark as an hereditary trait of the Harkers, they were wonderful for taking notes, no matter the circumstances. If they all managed to live through this, maybe Arthur would finally see about getting the boy his inheritance in the solicitors firm. It was probably time it moved on from being a front for the organization to getting used for actual real estate opportunities, with property taxes going up and all.

“Alright then, go and get her. And then, we’ll get to work”

I have to give credit to @see-arcane on tumblr for the line “he’s been hurting them for a long time” as it came from their own divergent Blood of My Blood fic which ripped my heart out and can be found here

Also the people at Arthur's round table are all from actual ghost/spooky stories of the time!

Alwyne Hargreaves nee Sargent is from Allen Upward's "The Ghost Hunters" series

Ben Edwards is the hithertoo unnamed narrator or E. F. Benson's "The Room in the Tower"

Henry Harrington is a character from M.R. James' excellent "Casting the Runes"

(All of which I would highly recommed listening to for free at the links provided)

And Kate Reed was a cut character from the original Dracula novel, a friend of Mina and Lucy and Jonathan's from school.

#blood of my blood #dracula #arthur holmwood #quincey morris #jack seward #lu holmwood #casting the runes #mr james #ef benson #the room in the tower #allen upward #the ghost hunters #victorian horror #edwardian horror #ghost stories #vampires #dracula fanfiction #re dracula #dracula daily

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willowmvp · 5 months

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First off, amazing storytelling as usual. I'm not fond of the end personally, but that doesn't mean it still wasn't a great tale.

I'd like to know about the other story ideas you had for pirate Will before he got royally stoned.

Totally understandable. I'm not fond of making my characters come to a final halt myself, but for the sake of storytelling, it really felt right. It wasn't a good ending, but it made for a good story, and sometimes that's more important than keeping my characters happy.

Speaking of story ideas... There was an entire story arc that I originally wanted to do where p!Will would have become a MUCH different character. I had an idea of p!Will deciding that the Nightingales weren't truly his family, his real family was lost at sea, far away and with no way to reach any of them. Not Caer, not his father, and certainly not his mother. Would he even consider the Captain as an extension of his family? I had quotes lined up as possible lines to drop, really push the friendship p!Will had with Caer and then to have him completely betray the "family" he has now with p!Graecie and p!Apo and everyone else. He'd want to make something of himself, be more known, be SOMETHING unlike his father who would spend his life on the Luscinia and never more than that. So, he'd join the Herons. Make a legacy. Really leave a mark. It would've made him more hardened of a character, less friendly to everyone, likely becoming almost cold and dismissive of other people's feelings in exchange for discovering treasures and places, something that would consume him and ultimately probably get him killed. It wouldn't be a BETTER ending, but it would've been SUCH a different story!

I also had a thought of making Caer and p!Will's relationship more romantic instead of platonic, but that's just me being gay as hell and wanting to make a story where I get to kiss men. Imagine they reunite years later? After growing up a little more and learning more about the world? They'd be an unstoppable force, the pair of them, an absolute whirlwind but GOD the pirating would be so good. Unfortunately I couldn't see a good way to make that into a story with how we were set up for Pirates, which is why it got scrapped.

There were a few other story beats I had floating around in my head, some sort of fight with p!Graecie that they'd have to make up for, maybe a betrayal of another person from a different faction, causing an even bigger rift between the Nightingales and another faction. Maybe he'd have a brush with death that makes him really think about his life and what he wanted to do with it, which honestly could've tied into the Heron storyline detailed above.

#willowmvp #p!will #pirates smp #scurvyblr #piratessmp

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hattiestgal · 5 months

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SHOW ME YOUR LINEUP!!! 🫵🫵🫵💖

Oh boy oh boy!!!

Riley Foxglove (They/It/She): Fennec fox full of trauma and mischief. My sona, and the menace of Little Pocket. Bassist and vocalist for her band, BOY GIRL MISCHIEF! (<3 with Violette)

Violette Burrows (She/Her): Rat equally full of trauma, but also goth sass. Finally feels like she found home after an entire childhood spent traveling the country with her parents for business. Car mechanic and drummer for BOY GIRL MISCHIEF (<3 with Riley)

Omen Poe (He/They): Raven that is very much the falco type. Employee of a local hobby shop, tsundere but if you called them that they'd punch you, and the biggest egg you'll ever meet. Guitarist for BOY GIRL MISCHIEF! (<3 with Finnegan)

Finnegan Oakes (He/Him): Red fox soft kind boy. Wildlife photographer and trumpet player, and the carrier of many family legacies. Has a bit of an obsession with with historical aircraft, despite being avidly against war. A baker at heart (<3 with Omen)

Alex Lyn (She/Him): Spotted hyena washed out uni student who's finally figuring out his life. Avid hockey player, occasional strongman competition participant and ever sleepy. (<3 with Harlow)

Harlow Reese (They/It/Xe): Black cat equally washed out on uni, but being so silly about it. A complete nerd and appreciator of butches. Occasionally competes in super smash brothers competitions, but otherwise generally collects old obscure manga and video games (<3 with Alex)

Jack Foxglove (He/Any): Wolf tired gayboy, and older brother of Riley. A kind soul looking to help others by studying to become a therapist. Very full of punk swag and an absolute role model all round

Cake (She/It): Shiba inu girlthing. Consumer of many burgers and knower of an absurd amount of obscure facts about early generation game consoles. Collects a wide variety of retro games

Kiera (She/Her): Dragon sleazy cursed artifacts saleswoman. Actually the result of a god's divine punishment turned gender euphoria. While what she sells is cursed, she more realizes peoples fantasies while delivering justice to those who abuse their money

Lizzy (She/They): Taur arctic fox and the result of one of Kieras cursed artifact sales. Originally down on her luck, becoming a taur allowed her to capitalize on the novelty of being one to attract customers for a wide variety of services. Often appears at parties and is very well fed.

Lucy Diggs (He/Him): Rabbit loaded to the BRIM with trauma. Caught in a world constantly at war, given a new headmate with lightning powers and then quickly thrusted into the spot of figurehead for a freedom fighting rebellion to topple the system that perpetuates it he's being so brave about it.

Allison Dudz (She/Any): Albino alligator ex military soldier and mech pilot. Holds down a refuge in the abyss for those who walk it. Is actively on the run by a military force called ELIAS and the sort of kind of parental figure for Lucy. Another figurehead in the rebellion

(Currently Unnamed) (She/Her): Grey cat full of yuri related injuries. Also ex military but then she like kinda joined back in a way under a new name. Fought her way up the ranks to become the head of ELIAS

VUL-TURE (It/Its): Robot bounty hunter thats also a bit of a girlthing. Sucks at its job like really badly but tries its best. Has tried to assassinate the head of ELIAS twice to absolutely no avail

Scribley (It/Any/All/Your Pronouns): ??? BADASS AND INSANE. A BEING BEYOND GODHOOD MADE OF PURE MAGIC. UNSTOPPABLE BY ANY KNOWN MEANS

#hat answers #my art #my ocs #like all of the ones ive talked about in any meaningful capacity #split up by universes #all characters up to cake are from the little pocket universe #kiera and lizzy are from a different unnamed universe #lucy through to vulture are the abyss universe #and scribley is transcendent and can travel freely #this was so fucking long to write oh my god #but theres all of em #i have more but ehhhhhh

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aceseonghwa · 13 days

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i often wonder... if i went back in time to when ateez were still kq fellaz or when they were rookies and i told them they'd be performing in front of thousands at coachella... how would they react?

these are the same guys who were performing for strangers in the street, holding up cardboard signs. these are the same guys who had their time on music shows cut. these are the same guys who joined a small, unknown company that only had 10 employees when they first started. a young kim hongjoong, the day they debuted, was expressing concern over how many people would even show up to their debut stage.

these eight best friends had hopes and dreams. they found strength and connection through one another and never gave up no matter the odds they were presented with. even before they debuted they were showing the world everything they were capable of. my rookie ateez, you didn't know it then. you just didn't know how much the world would love you and scream your name.

it had to have been extremely difficult for them to leave their normal lives with their family and friends in attempts of becoming an idol. there's just so much uncertainty in a career like this; so much doubt. but ateez were and are an unstoppable force. to be honest, i didn't even believe in fate until i discovered ateez. the fact that these eight men found each other and were able to go on this journey together is truly destiny.

there a lot of reasons that ateez made it to where they are now. they're passionate. dedicated. determined. talented in every sense of the word. they're humble and never miss an opportunity to express gratitude to the people that were by their side throughout everything. their bond is genuine and runs far deeper than any of us can truly understand and it's clear as day how important they all are to each other. frankly, there's no one else that deserves this success, this love, this appreciation, this praise more than them.

my ateez, you all are on top of the world. the eight of you are so loved and so admired. your hard work was not for nothing -- look at you now, standing tall on that coachella stage, showing everybody what true artistry and performance looks like. remember, hongjoong, when you asked if anybody would show up to your debut stage?

yes, hongjoong. they did come.

#ateez #atz #aceseonghwa.txt #brb sobbing

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hyperfixatinator · 7 months

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Currently daydreaming a hypothetical AAI game with Klavier as the main protag. I don't know how it lead to Klavier and Pearl being a lawyer/weirdgirl duo, but I'm already hooked on the possibilities.

A spiritually gifted girl who grew up sheltered in a little village, and a (former) rockstar who spent his teens traveling the world as a celebrity. Both of them being a little out of touch with various parts of life, but in ways that compliment each other.

Pearl's gentle sincerity could be like a breath of fresh air for Klavier's social life. At the same time, Klavier's light-hearted confidence could help encourage her adventurous spirit.

Klavier being a rich, charismatic charmer and Pearl being a 4'6 force of raw determination. They'd be practically unstoppable.

Pearl could finally have someone (besides Maya) to try new clothes and hairstyles with. And in doing do, Klavier could find a new hairstyle of his own (like the Man Bun™!).

Klavier getting nervous whenever he sees Pearl chewing her thumbnail. (He might try to dissuade her from getting nail polish when they go shopping together)

Them bonding over being kids when their family members manipulated them into revenge plans.

Pearl bringing up "Mr. Nick" several times, and Klavier not making the connection that she's talking about Phoenix Wright until much later. A great opportunity for humor and angst if Klavier still hadn't talked to Phoenix about the disbarment.

Pearl trying to hide her spirit channeling ability so Klavier can't ask her to channel victims for questioning. To her surprise, he actually asks her to avoid that option when possible, since he feels it would make their pursuit of the truth less "authentic". (That, and the idea of her letting strangers hijack her body might freak him out a little)

In general, it'd be such an unexpected yet wholesome friendship dynamic. Here's how I imagine their first meeting.

It'd be at an airport waiting for their flight to Khura'in. Pearl wanted to research the Fey family's roots in Khura'inism and study their spiritual practices, and Klavier was offered an opportunity by Nahyuta to aid in Khura'in's legal transition (after Apollo recommended him, but he didn't know that).

Before any passengers began boarding, the plane suddenly exploded! Someone planted a bomb in the cockpit of the plane, and Pearl was framed for it!

Klavier was luckily able to clear her name and sniff out the real culprit. However, their only commercial flight to Khura'in was still destroyed.

Seeing as they were both victims of rotten luck, Klavier decided to invite Pearl to join him on a chartered flight there. Pearl couldn't just let the kindness he's shown go thankless. That's when she decided to repay him by acting as a Khura'inese translator while they traveled together.

#ace attorney #ace attorney investigations #klavier gavin #pearl fey #headcanons

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liamthemailman · 2 months

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What if the Para Trio joined forces with Task Force Cards?

Arjun not being happy with Queen though..

OOOH YEAH,, that'd be interesting to look into!! augh imagine the interactions..

i wanna see more of Ace and Arjun being friends,, i think about those two daily

and Jack creating chaos with Aditya and Yuvraj!! god they'd be an unstoppable force together and being a massive headache for their respective captains AHAH

and Arjun and Queen.. don't get me started.. butting heads for their conflicting morals, general personalities clashing, they'd be civil at BEST.

ough.. if they were present in Act 1 too..

#this is rotting my brain #pookie.. pookie come closer i wont hurt your ocs..#i promise #mailman rants

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andromeda3116 · 3 months

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im fascinated by the Jet/Mai pairing you talked about in the tags of the rare pair poll! im gonna go check out the ao3 tag and find your fics when i get home from work! :)

listen. jet/mai is the pairing that you hear about and go "what the hell is that pairing why would you ev-- hmmm" about. it's the pairing you didn't imagine until suddenly you have a burning need to see it. they would destroy so many places on their brutal, sharp-edged, violent way to understanding one another.

i've said before, although i can't find the post, that mai needs to be shaken out of her stagnation and jet needs a stone to crash his storm against. he would blame mai for her country's sins, but mai won't flinch because she didn't do any of it herself. but mai does need to realize that, while yes she did not kill anyone, complacency in the face of evil is its own form of violence that still has the power to destroy lives she has never seen - and jet needs to learn that while the face of evil on high may be reflected across all who accept it, it does not mean that they are evil and people can wake up from it. (mai needs to wake up.)

they would hate one another at first. they would blame one another for any crime at hand. they would hold weapons to each other's throats. but in a confined situation, where they can't escape one another, they'd be forced to see not a mirror in each other's faces but raging fire versus implacable stone. they'd crash against each other and be the unstoppable force versus an immovable object, until the object slows the force and the force cracks the object.

and of course they could walk away except the other is powerfully magnetic, opposite poles drawn together even though a wall stands between them and the question becomes - which is stronger? the wall or the magnets? (neither would be able to get the other out of their head.)

it's not a "married with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence" kind of ship, it's a tumultuous push and shove and cut and reluctantly heal and reluctantly release the hatred kind of ship. it's a fascinating dynamic to explore, the most hot-headed character versus the coldest one, and to draw out how they would affect each other if they had to meet and not immediately leave.

anyway, come join us in the canoe, we'd be happy to upgrade it to a skiff!

#avatar: the last airbender #atla #jet/mai #hms pointy metal objects ahoy!#taking crack ships seriously and exploring them is so much more fun than dismissing or mocking them

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Weave & Wood Chapter 3: In the Heart of the Woods

Gale/Tav | Slow Burn | Read on A03 | Read entire work

Summary:

Auroria opens up about her past and gets comforted by Gale. A sunrise begins a new day.

It should have been a relatively easy day, not the first time they'd done this, but Auroria’s plan backfired and her friend was gone and she was alone. Again. Everyone she loved was gone too soon.

“Ora. Ora, wake up, time to move.”

Pulling on armor. Readying weapons. The small group of yuan-ti were getting close, according to the scouts. Now was the moment.

Silence as the two best friends steeled themselves for a fight.

“You take the north side and I’ll head south to flank them.” Nodding. Just like the plan.

“We’ll meet up afterwards and have some wine to celebrate another easy mission,” the voice said, disappearing off into the woods, the sun shining off her dark green hair, long and in its signature high braided ponytail, pulled tightly off her face.

A loud boom.

Auroria woke up with a start, not realizing where she was. It wasn’t quite dark, but the sun hadn’t crested over the horizon. The now familiar shades of her light blue tent brought her slowly back to reality. She ran her hands down her face as the dream she hadn’t had in months ran through her mind.

Zephia. Her best friend, her almost sister. Zephia’s family had taken her in as an adolescent. The girls were inseparable, training together, flirting with people together, making plans for the future together, trying out for the High Forest Scouts together.

Zeph was a natural choice - her family had deep connections to magic, and she had a natural gift when it came to the Weave. She had easily been accepted into their ranks as an arcane wielder, the path that had been laid out for her the entirety of her life. Auroria didn’t have a great talent for magic, but she made up for it with a mind for strategy and impeccable aim with a bow, so she joined as a ranger, hunter rank. Zephia and Auroria found themselves on assignment together most of the time, the time spent training together making them an almost unstoppable team. Zeph and Ora were formidable, with growing reputations. A typical assignment came through as they were summoned to track and hunt a pair of yuan-ti who were getting too close for comfort. It should have been a relatively easy day, not the first time they'd done this, but Auroria’s plan backfired and Zeph was gone and she was alone.

Again.

Everyone she loved was gone too soon.

Tears welled up in her eyes. No. Not now, not here. She pressed her hands against them, but when the tears threatened to spill over, she peered out of her tent. Quiet, aside from the gentle sound of snores. Good, no one is awake. If her body was going to force her to feel her feelings, at least she’d watch the sunrise while doing it - maybe on that little outcropping of rock close by she took note of as they set up camp early yesterday evening, everyone exhausted from their victory at the goblin camp the day before. She began the ascent as she remembered climbing hills with Zeph, remembered training on cliffs by the seaside with her mother one summer. Memories of those who were no longer with her. Memories she had tried to forget with solitude and drown with wine. Tears quietly worked their way down her face, her emotions no longer consenting to being hidden away, being locked in the recesses of her mind. No, they demanded release, but Auroria would not fully grant their request until she was alone. Away.

There was already someone on the overlook. The disappointment and frustration Auroria felt go through her was palpable. Gale sat there, legs dangling over the edge, his brown wavy hair blowing in the slight breeze, looking contemplative as he rubbed a hand over his chest. A welcome view most days, she would admit to only herself, but not this morning when she craved solitude. A cry broke through and escaped her mouth before she could cover it with her hand and tamp it down and be the leader everyone had come to expect her to be. He turned, startled by the noise.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He stood up quickly, his knees popping as he rushed over to her. He put his hands on her shoulders, giving her a once over to look for injuries, finding none. She looked at his face, his brows furrowed, his warm eyes flitting over her, so earnest in his concern for her that she allowed herself to accept it. Accept vulnerability. Auroria leaned into his chest and let go.

Gale froze, unaccustomed to this side of her. Her shoulders shaking, sobs wracking her body, tears leaving wet marks on his purple night shirt. He went to wrap his arms around her, hesitating against that human instinct to comfort for his own reasons, finally settling on patting her back as she cried. Minutes passed, though it felt like seconds to him. How long had it been since he’d let another get so close? She finally pulled back, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, her face red and splotchy from crying.

“Thank you, Gale,” she said, giving him a halfhearted smile and sniffing. “I wasn’t planning on sobbing into another person’s chest this morning, but here we are.” She moved back a step, breaking the contact between them, and thought she saw disappointment flash across Gale’s face.

“Bad dream?”

She nodded. “I dreamed of my best friend. I haven’t in months, I thought I had moved on. It was my fault she died…a stupid mistake…” She trailed off, moving to sit on the edge of the overlook, her knees up to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them.

Gale sat by her, leaving a few respectable inches between them. “Unless you purposefully murdered her, which in my brief friendship with you seems highly unlikely, you are not the person to blame for her death. If you don’t mind me asking, what happened? Only if you’re up for talking, of course,” he said gently. His voice was so soft, comforting. She felt the tension within her, the constant pull she felt of being torn between keeping everything inside or trusting others. She remembered how brave Gale was when he came to her about his secret. Maybe it wouldn’t be that hard to open up to someone. One person is a start.

“Okay.”

Deep breaths, Ora. A name she hadn't called herself in years.

“Zephia and I were High Forest Scouts. And we were good - really good. Five years ago, a hunt went bad. I had a plan. My plans always worked. Until they didn’t. And I lost my best friend because of it.” A tear ran down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly. “Then I thought about my mother who died when I was 17, my father who died when I was 3, and then I thought about us. Our group. Our friends. What if a decision I make kills one of us…or all of us?” She looked at Gale, her chin started to tremble, tears tumbling from her eyes. “I know I’m the leader and I’m supposed to have it all together, and usually it’s fine. I am just...out of sorts this morning. I spent the last five years on my own after I left the Scouts, taking jobs as they came, drinking my way through the forest and the frontier. Then I get kidnapped and now I’m surrounded by people. People to help, people to save, people who look to me. And I like it - no, if I'm being honest, I love it. I love helping people. I've always been put on a path to help others, but there's so much pressure, Gale. What if I disappoint them? What if I lose you all? I can’t go back to being alone and…purposeless again,” she leaned forward, resting her head in her hands, elbows propped on her knees.

He sat with her, letting her bare her anxieties while providing quiet comfort and a friendly ear. The sun began its journey over the horizon. A new day. “You have had more than your share of grief, that is certain. I will not tell you how to move through it, only that you are a strong woman, one of the strongest I know. You do not have to shoulder this all on your own - we can help take a little bit of weight off your shoulders, as you have done for all of us. You do not have to encumber yourself when we are each capable of carrying more.”

The sun rose further, bathing the world in delicate pinks and oranges as birds started to sing in greeting. She wiped her face, nodding, truly feeling lighter than she had in years. Maybe she would give it a try.

“You know, you give really good advice. I didn’t think that was in a wizard’s wheelhouse.” She sniffed. “Why were you up so early? Trouble sleeping? Is it the magic hunger again?”

He smiled softly, rubbing his chest again as he looked out across the land, “Indeed. After you gave me the second artefact in the goblin camp, the hunger wasn’t sated like it had been the first time. Then already needing a third one last night? That’s a faster pace than it has ever been, with no calming effect. So, I’ve been out here for a couple of hours trying to work up the nerve to do what I need to do” He sighed, leaning back, the sunlight catching on the few grays he had framing his face. Auroria stared, noting just how handsome he looked in the dawn light. Just because he's good with magic doesn’t mean you won't eventually get him killed. If you want him to live, do not fall for him.

He looked over at her, catching her staring, only this time she didn’t look away. Gods, she was so beautiful. The dawn bathing her in its soft, warm light brought out the green in her eyes. He swallowed. You cannot fall for the first person who is kind to you, especially when they don’t know anything about your past.

He stood up, offering her a hand.

“I have something to tell you. To tell everyone. It’s time you all knew about Gale’s Folly and the Netherese Orb.”

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #gale x tav #named tav #gale of waterdeep #gale brainrot #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #bg3 fic #gale fanfic #galemancer #my screenshots

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Besides superficial similarities, what would be the points of equality between Cherik and Batjokes? I mean, I think the main difference between them is that in Cherik, Charles and Erik are much more open and see the other's point of view compared to Batman and Joker. I would like to see your opinion on both 😊👀

Mm, that's a good question. They're obviously both pairings between two comic-based characters who are nemeses, but they're quite different when examined in depth. Like you mention, Charles and Erik are much more open to reconciliation, and that's kind of the crux of the matter. Charles and Erik were friends before the rift-- there's something to reconcile to begin with. They agreed that something needed to be done about the survival of mutantkind, they cared about the same goals, but ultimately their ideals and methods differed too much, as a result of their life experiences. Meanwhile, in Batjokes there wasn't ever a time in which they weren't at war. Moreso, the essential difference in principles between Batman and Joker isn't about... others, the way it is in Cherik. Charles and Erik both ultimately care about mutants like them, with Erik being willing to kill to protect the people he cares about. Joker's whole thing is that he doesn't care, while Batman's thing is that he does. Magneto destroys believing it is to protect; Joker destroys for the sake of destruction. The differences in way of thinking between Batman and Joker are fundamental, while Charles and Erik still have enough shared goals that they've worked together more than once. And I could go on when it comes to contrasts between the pairings... finding more in-depth similarities between them is a lot more difficult. However, I do see a couple.

I see a lot of parallels between Charles and Bruce, essentially. As people, and when it comes to the ways they relate to Erik and Joker, respectively. They're both very rich individuals who ended up "adopting" other young people and creating a family-like structure (Charles has the school, Bruce has the Family). They're both the "hero", but they're also much more conflicted and complex than they appear. While striving to do good and avoid killing, both of them are struggling with a need for control and a terrifying capacity for destruction, a certain kind of arrogance and self-righteousness. And their counterpart... serves to keep that in check.

In Erik's case, the very straightforward element that represents this is the helmet. Charles can't control Erik, because he can't reach his mind. Simple as that. The less straightforward element is that, even in the absence of the helmet, Charles wants Erik to want him, and if he uses his powers... Erik joining him would be a lie. Charles wants it to be out of Erik's own volition. And Bruce can't control Joker, he's never been able to. He doesn't fully understand or know Joker, no matter how hard he's tried; he can't predict Joker, who's more or less chaos incarnate. Essentially, in both Charles and Bruce's case, there's the "unstoppable force meets an immovable object" component-- the equality between two individuals who are otherwise unmatched, and alone in that. In both Cherik and Batjokes, there's an understanding that they would always stop each other if they went too far; that they'd always be there to keep the other in balance.

There's also the "I can fix him" instinct... which Charles and Bruce both have (to different degrees). But where does "I can fix him" come from? We joke about it a lot, but what causes this drive in people? There's multiple elements to it (including the simple need to help another), but relevant to this discussion are three things: avoiding fixing yourself, loneliness, and a painful mix of insecurity and self-hating tendencies. Both Charles and Bruce have... problems, when it comes to how they relate to themselves and others. They're proud individuals, but they also hate some aspects of themselves; and ironically, a lot of those parts they would rather not deal with in themselves, are mirrored in their counterpart. Why attempt to fix yourself when you can try to fix the other, and yourself by proxy? Deep down you know you'll most likely fail, and use that to blame yourself some more-- but it's safer to fail with the other, and not yourself. And if you fix the other person, they'll stop fighting you. They'll stay with you because they agree with you, and you won't be alone anymore.

Oof, got quite long. Hope this was fun to read through, Anon! Both these pairings are very complex, there's a lot to say. But yeah, personally I see the points of equality between Batjokes and Cherik when it comes to their deep-seated sense of loneliness and the need for an equal, most of all.

#appreciate the interest in my opinion!#asks #batman #batjokes #x men #cherik

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neotriobrainrot-reborn · 3 months

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After thinking it through, Imma call the “Little Witch Academia x Epithet Erased” au:

Dumb Little Sparks

Here’s the premise I got so far:

⭐️💫✨

Ursula used to take on an infamous vigilante identity as “Shiny Chariot” across Sweet Jazz City. Her influence as a beacon of hope was insurmountable.

To everyone, she was an unstoppable beam of light that made the darkness flee away faster than the light itself. Stories would spread of large-scale criminals and bounty hunters gloating one minute and seeing lights & birds the next (the light part being literal). People knew from just the glow of her epithet that they were safe. Cops knew that they'd be better off trying to lick their elbows than to even attempt to fight her. She was the hero!

Though that didn't last forever

She wanted to do good and to help make the city a place where everyone can not just survive, but live. But no matter how much she did, she had her limits. The pressure to bring a smile to everyone's faces grew. There was only so much 1 star could do, no matter how powerful. As more people needed her, keeping up with it all grew more and more difficult. Sleep became a luxury she couldn't afford, eating food & drinking water was time she could be spending saving people! Time she could spend putting out fires!

She didn't realize she herself was ablaze

One day, she just…vanished; like a star burned out. Ursula threw the cape in the bin, killing the hero known as “Shiny Chariot”. She wasn't strong enough to carry the world. Her shoulders broke, and she couldn't clean the mess.

No one knew what happened to to her, or why she quit. At first, people some people thought she had died. Most had shut this down, not knowing that in a way, Shiny Chariot had died. Most clung to the belief that she would come back. She had too!

…Right?

As months and months went by, the truth became apparent:

She was gone.

But her impact stayed behind.

Some had hated her and relished in joy over the fact that she was gone. She was nothing but a no-good criminal and stupid idealist who ran away from the law; a clown amongst civil-minded people! Anyone who thought like her were just another clown waiting to join a circus. Others were inspired by her! Shiny chariot was someone who wanted to spread joy and do some good in the world! She was far more competent than the Sweet Jazz Police force, and thousands of people would be dead or worse without her help. People had good reason for believing in her. They still do now! Even if she’s gone, she lit a fire for so many!

One teen carried that passion much further than others:

Akko!

Akko, one of the people who looked up to her as a child, and still looks up to her now, had set her heart out to fill the empty hole that Shiny Chariot filled. She would infect everyone around her with smiles

With a smile, Akko told herself that she would be a vigilante! One with the name of “Superstar!”. Even when she was as young as six, her adoration of Shiny Chariot had inspired her to train.

Akko wasn't good at hiding something she was passionate about, and that only made school tougher for her. Kids would call her an idealistic idiot, teachers would call her “too much”, others would call her annoying, and more. Her wanting to be like “Shiny Chariot” only fueled the complaints from teachers, and the laughter of other kids

She didn't have any sparkely powers. She couldn't light up the sky bright enough to wake up every kid on the block. She couldn't shoot beams from her eyes. She couldn't carry everyone out of a burning building. She wasn't faster than a speeding bullet. Shiny Chariot was a super-duper hero!

And Akko was a Powerless Mundie.

Akko knew this as well. She was , in a literal sense, powerless. But that did nothing to deter her. It just meant that Akko had to work with what she got! She could roll with the punches, and bring joy to so many others like Shiny Chariot had once did!

After all If she couldn't even do that, then what was she worth?

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That’s about all I got premise wise. I literally just thought about Little Witch Academia, went “Little Witch Academia Epithet Erased go brRRrrR—”, and here we are—

#epithet erased #little witch academia #DumbLittleSparksau #Dumb Little Sparks au #lwa x ee #akko kagari #fungireborn.post

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