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spacedace · 1 year

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Bruce is grateful for the fact that Damian has made friends, he is.

He's happy that his son has met children his own age at school and befriended them. That he is growing from that prickly, unhappy, scarred child he'd first been when he'd come to live with Bruce. That his friends are even normal kids - baring Jon, who is still normal enough despite being the son of Superman and occasionally a super hero himself - with no links to anything strange or dangerous or illegal.

"Oh, sup B."

He just wished that his son's friends were also just a little less...feral.

"Hello Elle."

Elle Nightingale gave him a little wave with the lemon she was holding - or as best as she could considering the space she was working with - and smiled cheekily at him. Bruce felt a headache budding behind his eyes.

"I thought Alfred banned you from the kitchen?" She shifted a bit, nudging a bottle of milk - farm fresh, courtesy of the Kents, passed along via Jon as thanks for looking after him for the weekend. Bruce wished he'd had the foresight to expect that Jonathan Kent staying over for the weekend would mean that Elle, her cousin Billy and their friend BL - the children refused to say the girl’s real name, likely to spite Damian, and thr initials had been a compromise to calling her Box Lunch - would take it as them being permitted to stay over for so long as well. Damian had just given Bruce a an unimpressed look when he'd expressed his surprise at the sudden influx of twelve year olds in his home. As if Bruce was disappointing him at being so foolish as to think his entire pack of hellhounds wouldn't be invading enmass.

"Just getting a snack." He assured her, not wanting her to being the wrath of Alfred down upon his head. The hellions liked doing that, for some reason. "I don't suppose you could tell me what exactly you're doing in my fridge." Bruce tried, looking at the girl curled up in what should have been a deeply uncomfortable position between a few shelves of the large appliance.

Elle grinned. Her canines looked a little too sharp in the odd light of the fridge. Bruce really had to stop thinking of his sons friends as demonic hellions, he was starting to impose impossible features on them when he was sleep deprived.

"We're playing hide and seek." She made direct, unblinking eye contact with him as she brought the whole lemon to her mouth and took a bite out of it like it was an apple. "It’s Day's turn to seek." She added, lemon juice dripping down her chin as she swallowed her bite, rind and all.

Well at least she was getting enough vitimin C.

"Right." He nodded, deciding that it wasn't cowardice that led him not wanting to get involved. No, it was just...good parenting. Letting the kids be kids. It was a sleepover, and Damian was actually playing a game! That was something to be encouraged! Bruce wasn't fleeing from this particular group of children's brand of chaos at all. "...could you hand me one of the fruit cups Alfred made earlier?"

Elle obliged on the condition Bruce didn't tell Damian about her hiding spot and returned to happily eating her...whole lemon...as he shut the fridge door on her.

As he returned to his office he glanced out one of the manor's large windows long enough to see Billy stick his head out from the top of the twelve foot tall topiaries out on the front lawn, checking to see if Damian was about. Bruce shook his head, kids and their ability to climb impossible structures never ceased to amaze him. Billy should be careful not to keep trying to peak for Damian though, he was going to end up getting found that way.

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bohemian-nights · 3 months

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Let’s talk about the changed between white book laena to black show laena

Book leana had a pretty awesome life. She married at the age of 22 to a man she loved, traveled the world with him, had 2 babies and they lived happily on driftmark with her family together until she passed away at childbirth despite her loving husband doing everything he can to save her. + her husband remarried 6 months after her death.

Now let’s talk about show leana

She married daemon much younger than book laena, was neglected and unloved by him, was forced to live away from her beloved family and burned herself to death because “feminism” 🤡 only to have her husband sleep with another woman on her fucking funeral. And the showrunners claim they wanted to respect her character?????? Disgusting.

In the book laena is the only wife that daemon seemed to truly love. (Until nettles). He never cheated and they had a happy marriage. But when she’s black suddenly she’s the second choice to the white female lead. What a fucking joke. And then they absolutely spit on her by having her husband sleep with said white female main character on her funeral. This show treats its black characters like shit. I really don’t understand why people aren’t talking about this.

This shows deranged fandom tells you everything you need to know about the problematic way they treat black characters. We haven’t even got nettles’s casting yet. The most important dragon seed. Literally who gives a shit about the others? But I wonder why we have their castings but not the casting of the only canonically black character in the dance???? If nettles is not in season 2 I’m going to drop this show. If they’ll introduce the dragonseeds without nettles they are fucking disgusting.

All of this is why I criticize this shitty show and equally shitty fandom👏🏽

People try to act like you’re the crazy one for noticing how these changes affect the treatment of the characters, but nope fandom racism, more specifically fandom misogynoir, is real and it’s happening with HOTD.

Book!Laena was treated with love and respect, but the moment she became Black-ish she became worthless to both the showrunners and the fandom. All she's good for is to be a prop/placeholder. Hell, when she died people seemed more concerned about Vhagar, a dragon, rather than the woman who lit herself on fucking fire.

They made Laena into a stereotype just to make a crazed white woman’s death look better than it was and this demented ass fandom cheers it on.

Because she’s Black and not a cookie-cutter stereotype in the source material, Nettles' whole existence is a problem to these people and she must be cut, erased, reduced, etc.

They try to say she’s completely irrelevant. That the only reason people like her is because she's Black or out of spite, but I can think of a dozen white characters who don’t even come close to reaching her relevancy to the plot

This is why she’s always included where some characters like Ulf, Hugh, Sara Snow, Alys Rivers, Gwayne Hightower, and Silver Denys are omitted, and 5/6 of those characters are confirmed for s2. And I'm not trying to say none of these characters shouldn't be included(well we could do without 2 of them), but they aren't more important than her.

Nettles literally has all the qualities people usually like in characters(the ordinary girl who despite all odds does the unthinkable, she’s a survivor, she’s a final girl, she has one of if not the most powerful men in the realm willing to die for her, and she becomes a goddess like figure) yet she’s hated for it because she dares to be Black. They won't even try to relate to her or see her importance because she is Black.

They’d rather prop up psychos or mediocre flops just because they are white rather than ever admit that Nettles is an interesting and integral character to the Dance. She’s awesome. The man who created these freaking books that you claim to love and swear his word is law thinks she’s awesome and yet you want to deny that she’s awesome and has no real value because you’re scared shitless she’ll upstage your psycho(book!Missy Anne)/boring(show!Missy Anne) fave.

It’s nuts and like you, I won’t be watching s2 if Netty’s not there. They found time for a maid who shouldn't even be there, propped up Addam to the Gods, and gave Hugh an unnecessary sex scene, all while cutting Nettles out. Nope. I’ll skip straight to s3 cause I’m not dealing with this show's BS and blatant disrespect. It’s unacceptable!

#I’m so tired #anti hotd #I’d quit this fandom if I thought it would do any good but I’m not being driven out by crazy’s #bnask #bnasks #nettles #laena velaryon #anti hotd fandom

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ask-a-meister · 3 months

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Chopper found this city and the school he wandered into to be rather odd. The students were quirky from what he saw, and quite frankly, fun. A lot of their personality traits reminded Chopper of the numerous characteristics of his charming pirate crew. It helped to make the pain of being separated from his surrogate family a little less obvious. In fact, it made the stinging wound of isolation practically nonexistent in the presence of these students and teachers. He might just enroll here if possible. Of course, being an anthropomorphic reindeer did make him hesitant to approach the students of this establishment. He was roughly the size of a toddler, 90 cm (2'11½"), rather than being a human-sized beastman. This usually didn't endear him to others, but instead, made them think of him as a demonic abnormality. Of course, this place seemed less superstitious than his village. As the boy walked down the hallway, just as classes were ending for the day at this school, his hooves made a squeak with every step that connected with the ground. His scrawny arms and legs didn't seem that exhausted despite how weak they made him look, and how long he had wandered around the city up until that point. He made sure that his maroon pants were clean, as well as the small, blue backpack and pink fuzzy hat that he wore. The fur on his exposed torso didn't have much dirt on it, which was good to show that he was a little more civilized than a wild animal. Finally, Chopper spotted someone. An adorable blonde-haired girl with an almost perpetual looking smile on her face. How fortunate for him! She didn't seem much older than him, if at all, and something about the look of her blue eyes told Chopper that she was not going to be afraid of his abnormalities. With an excited grin on his own face, Chopper walked over to the girl, hoping that he had not come at an inconvenient time. Stopping in front of the blonde-haired weapon, Chopper lifted his head to make proper eye contact. Hopefully, the student was already aware of his presence, but due to her severe ADHD, that may not have been the case. In spite of Chopper's size, two things were likely to catch her attention. His bright blue nose and the brace on his left antler which held it together after a certain injury. Chopper's smile never faded as he reached his small hoof forward and placed it upon the hyperactive girl's knee, hoping she would look down at whatever touched her. "Excuse me~!" Chopper sang aloud, hoping to instantly warm her heart. He had a feeling that if he was happy, it might infect her own emotions with the same type of optimism.

Patty had been in the hallway for quite some time--all because Kid just had to arrive at school super early. Given how long it took him each morning to get into proper order, and given that he refused to come to class without both of his weapon partners, Patty and her sister Liz had the misfortune of having to accompany him just as the sun had risen.

But this morning, there was plenty of talk around campus to keep Patty busy, namely about an odd creature spotted in Death City. And what kept this talk going was that no one could quite agree on just what exactly they saw. Was it a bear cub? Some students thought what they saw was a short-ear rabbit. A few said it was a raccoon dog--which Patty noticed seemed to make her classmate Kim nervous.

Patty was now racking her brain, trying to figure out just what all of these people thought they saw, if they actually saw anything at all and weren’t just making it up, or weren’t high as a kite (in which case, Patty wanted to know who was dealing). All that the animals described had in common were a rather small size and a lot of fur--soft, soft, cuddly fur, Patty imagined, as she started to absently-mindedly pet the invisible air as if she was holding this unidentified creature.

“You worry me sometimes, Patty,” her older sister Liz said. She had been leaning against the lockers and just finished filing a nail, now checking it against her other fingers. “I’m going to go powder my nose, then we can head to class, alright?”

“Okay, Big Sis! Have a good poop!”

Liz grimaced before heading to the restroom.

Left alone with her thoughts, Patty started going through a mental rolodex of all the animals this new creature could be. “Aardvark? No, then it wouldn’t be able to read. Bonobo? Not hairy enough. Oh! I got it! Maybe it’s a--”

“Tap tap.” She heard something knock against her knee.

“Eh?” She looked left and right--before realizing to look down at her knee.

And that’s when she saw him.

Patty stared at Chopper. She studied him up and down, observing his features: “Antlers? Bright blue nose? Antlers? Hooves? Antlers? ANTLERS? ANTLERS?!!”

She hoisted Chopper up, lifting him over her head. “CARIBOU!” she shouted, her eyes bright, a huge smile stretching across her face. “CUUUUUUUTE!”

#chopperpirate #long post

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hmshermitcraft · 8 months

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Despite popular belief, the Emperors did not die when the rapture came, not when a good majority of them were gods or supernatural hybrids or had relations to gods.

One of the emperors who survived happened to be Scott, who gravely brought up at a meeting of the remaining emperors (Joey had decided after being found and healed by Gem that he wanted nothing to do with the emperor life anymore and disappeared, Pixlriffs had disappeared to fulfill his role as the keeper of the dead, Katherine had returned to the Fae realm, and Shrub was out doing Wolf Spirit things) that if he were alive, then Xornoth likely was as well.

And thus began their search for both Jimmy (Who had gone missing and was not as easy to find as Lizzie was) and Xornoth.

It took months before they finally got the slightest lead on Xornoth, a blind man who only saw via his sensing of magic described Xornoth’s magic in perfect detail and gave them the direction they were headed in.

Perhaps if they stayed long enough for the old man to finish telling them about Xornoth’s stay in his village they would have been less rattled by the sight they came across.

They had found Xornoth, but they had, changed. The dark charcoal skin they were used to the demon having were reduced to simple patches that marred their skin, a head of hair growing in magenta rather than white, and eyes that looked just like they did when the demon was still elf. But that wasn’t the only shock, in fact the second sight rattled them either further.

Traveling with him was none other than Jimmy, a very very human Jimmy but Jimmy nonetheless.

(They supposed that Jimmy’s situation must have been like Lizzie’s, their powers and therefore memories drained along with their domain, Gem found herself worrying that they wouldn’t be able to fix Jimmy like they managed to with Lizzie)

Meanwhile Jimmy is incredibly confused on who these strange people are and would really just like them to leave him and his fiancé alone, he is already preoccupied enough with trying to find a way to cure Xornoth of the dark magic infecting their soul (Exor’s remaining magic) the odd feeling of familiarity when he looked at the cyan haired elf with a face like his fiancé didn’t matter.

- 🍪 anon

Scott doesn't know if it's worse that Xornoth themself doesn't remember. Would it be easier if he could pretend they'd done this out of spite? A target for his grief, turning it into anger.

But Xornoth is changed in more than just his appearance. Maybe it's poetic, for Scott's own lost memories to come full circle like this. (Though, he thinks he suffered enough forgetting his own brother.)

Jimmy is happy. Scott watches them interact like any almost ordinary couple would and feels as if he's looking in a mirror. Lizzie tells Jimmy they're siblings - though she leaves out the whole god thing. Scott can't blame her, considering he introduces himself to Jimmy like he's a stranger.

Gem catches Scott's arm as they walk to the tavern, led by Jimmy and Xornoth. She whispers that Scott doesn't need to help here. He can go back and continuing assisting with the rebuilding efforts - providing a haven for the many refugees. It's not the empires of old, but something new. Something unified emerging from the ruins of the past.

Scott knows he needs to see this through. He has the most knowledge of Exor and Aeor of all of them. He'll find a way to expunge the remaining magic from his brother and let them finally live the life they've always deserved.

The life Scott might have deserved, once upon a time.

#empiresshipping #ask #scott tag #jimmy tag #gem tag #xornoth tag #xornimmy #flower husbands #🍪 anon #mod 🎀#angsty tw

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goldenjupiterz · 6 months

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until the end of time pt. 2 | immortal!han x immortal!fem!reader

part 1 | part 2

pairing — immortal!han x immortal!fem!reader

content warnings — time skips, some fluff stuff, mentions of death and arson, kinda angsty, not proofread

word count — 1.4k

summary — you fall in love with your mortal fiancé, not realizing that he's immortal like you are.

lowercase intended !

until the end of time pt.2 | immortal!han x immortal!fem!reader

february 10th, 1869

as it turns out, faking an entire family's death was much harder than it initially seemed. for one, everyone was bickering over new names and roles for the entire family, and trying to decide the place to move to was an absolute nightmare.

and of course, your family turned to you, the 'newbie' for each of these tasks. "it will be good experience." they said. "it's good practice." they said.

it was in fact neither. it was tedious, was what it was, and it was annoying that you were good at it. because despite them lying to you for 23 years of your life, you knew them well. they would end up putting all the work on you, as usual.

blinking a few stray tears away, you walked out of your house, lighting your match as you did so, before tossing it inside.

as everything burned to ashes, you thought about the lies throughout your life.

as everything burned to ashes, you thought about the home you've known your entire life.

as everything burned to ashes, you thought about your fiancé, knowing that he would think you were dead.

and as everything burned to ashes, you thought about the countless times you would have to do this, over, and over, and over again.

until the end of time.

april 23rd, 1930

"miss y/n!" a voice called. you turned around, plastering a soft smile on your face as you crouched down.

"what can i help you with?" as it turns out, teaching was something you'd come to do a lot over the years, and not because you had to, but because you actually enjoyed doing it.

of course, you made yourself older that you were, 32 instead of 23. no one would accept a teacher that young, and you'd made that mistake more than once.

you and your family restarted your lives every time someone got even a little suspicious, and it was exhausting. you wanted to have friends, have a life, but apparently you couldn't have either. teaching was the closest you could get.

"how do you say this word?" the girl - kai - asked, pointing to a page on her book. your heart jumped a bit as you saw the word and your smiled turned slightly forced.

"imm-or-tal." you sounded out, pointing to each syllable as you said it. "try it." you waited patiently as she sounded it back to you.

"thank you!" kai said, running back to her seat and continuing to read.

you smiled sadly after her, knowing that she would grow old before you ever did.

may 11th, 2000

soon, the 1900s era came to a close and the 2000s began, thus signaling it was time to your family to move to another country. this time, you picked australia, just to spite your mother who was deathly afraid of spiders.

the technology evolvement over the years was certainly something to get used to, and it took an extremely long time to learn the news was people talked.

unfortunately, that was something only you were willing to put the work into while the rest of your family members were fine with getting odd looks out of the street.

repeating college just to get the appropriate degree to teach over and over and over again was getting tedious and you were so tired of it. as much fun as college was and as much freedom as it gave you it wasn't something you ever wanted to go through again. it seemed with each new year, the workload seemed to pile up more and more.

but for now, at least, you were somewhat happy with were you were.

april 16th, 2022

you placed your airpods into your ears as the plane lifted off form the ground, watching as the ground below dropped away further and further. you sighed in relief, closing your eyes and leaning back in your seat.

you weren't sure flying was something you would ever get used to.

a finger tapped you on the shoulder and you opened one eye to peer at the girl next to you. "yeah, what's up?" you asked, trying to sound friendly and not like you were desperately in need of sleep.

"were are you headed?" the girl asked in a cheerful voice, giving you a big grin. you groaned at the interaction internally.

"la. i'm going to go see a concert." you said, hoping the conversation would end.

"me too!" she squealed. "stray kids, right?" when you nodded your head, she asked, "who's your bias?"

"i don't know them. at all." you said, shifting uncomfortably. "a friend of mine recommended i go see them but i didn't do any research beforehand."

"well, i'll get you caught up!" she said, pulling up a few images on her phone and beginning to explain them to you in great detail.

you squinted, leaning closer to the last image on her phone.

han?

well, you were screwed.

april 19th, 2022

the stadium was loud with cheering as stray kids finished their final song. fans waved their arms, shoving and pushing to be seen or heard.

you stood silently next to emeline, the girl you'd met on the plane. just your luck, you ended up sitting next to each other at the concert too, which was absolutely delightful.

she was generally sweet, but the main cause of your discomfort not her, but han. you were desperately avoiding eye contact with your ex fiancé, hoping he wouldn't notice you in the crowd.

you regretted coming to this concert. no, you regretted ever saying yes to your friend's crazy idea of you taking her ticket and going to the k-pop concert instead of her so you could 'live a little'. you regretted not leaving the minute you landed in la. you regretted faking your death, over and over. you regretted taking that match and throwing into your house. you regretted not telling han everything. you regretted the fact that he turned out to be like you.

you regretted the fact that you'd ever met him in the first place.

there were a lot of things you regretted these days.

april 19th, 2022 - three hours after the concert ended

getting lost in the dark and the rain when your phone had died was not a fun thing to do, especially when you'd been walking around, sopping wet, for three hours. you'd had to ask four different people on the street to use their phones to try and find your hotel, and it was still a half hour walk away.

you wish you'd accepted emeline's offer to give you a ride home.

you drummed your fingers on your phone case, as if that would miraculously make it come back to life. the black screen you were staring at stayed black.

things would be much easier if you had a map, something you'd be much more used to using, and something that wouldn't die on you in times of need. but alas, no one these days really used maps out on the street anymore, which was odd. they were extremely useful back in the 1900s.

you looked up as a car parked on the other side of the road and a familiar figure stepped out.

oh no.

"y/n?" he called out and you ducked your head, pretending you didn't hear him. in a few long strides, he crossed the road, and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "it is you." han breathed, his eyes wide in surprise. "how?"

"i'm an immortal. like you," you said, avoiding his eyes. "listen, i need to get back-"

"why didn't you tell me?" he asked, cutting you off, his brows furrowing, and you took a deep breath at his question.

"i didn't know there was anyone else like my family. i thought it would be better if you thought i was dead. you would've done the same thing eventually."

"that doesn't matter. you should've told me."

"and what would i say?" you snapped. "oh, i'm an immortal, and you're going to die long before i do? even if that wasn't true, think about it! it made more sense this way, and you know it." guilt swept through you as you say the look on his face at your words and you sighed. "i'm sorry. i was just so scared to lose you, i thought it would've been better and-"

he cut you again off by softly pressing his lips to your own, and you instinctively melted into the kiss. after a moment, he pulled away, pressing his forehead against you own.

and in that moment, you regretted nothing.

i will love you until the end of time.

#stray kids #stray kids imagine #imagine #han imagine #han jisung #skz #skz jisung #skz jisung imagine #hanjisung #han jisung imagine #han #goldenjupiterz

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kiyfra · 10 months

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Chapter 2 of Scorpio is complete! Can be read here or on AO3. PokéRus AU belongs to @monsoon-of-art

“I can bear scorpion's stings, tread fields of fire, in frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie, be tossed aloft through tracts of endless void, but cannot live in shame.”

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Ingo had come back to the Pearl Clan settlement and was outside Irida’s tent with the other wardens, all of them baying and scratching at the door as they waited for her to join them.

One by one the infected had lost their minds and turned into monsters, lacking even the nobility of animals. They might have superficially looked like pokémon, but they didn’t contain the spark of understanding and markings of a rich inner soul that real pokémon had.

She was going to be the last to turn after Calaba. The two of them had bunkered down in Irida’s living quarters and spent their remaining time listening as the beasts prowled the deserted camp, breaking into storerooms and rummaging through abandoned tents in their search for food.

They could have easily broken in to get at them; the flimsy tents wouldn’t stand up against several determined alphas. But they merely whined and begged for them to join their pack while the last two remnants of the Pearl Clan could only wait for the inevitable.

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this,” Irida lamented with her face buried in her paws.

The Pearl Clan had dissolved under the young leader’s watch, her people forced to leave the grounds where Almighty Sinnoh had appeared before their ancestors. She wondered where they went after they were sent away, if any of them chose to stay in Hisui or if they had all left for better lives overseas. Did they stick together or did the Pearl Clan disperse across the world, it’s people scattered to the winds?

It had been a close race between her and Paulina to determine a successor to lead the Pearl Clan, with Irida winning out in the end. Paulina had been happy for her, even presenting her with the headpiece she was seldom seen without.

Irida had often secretly believed that the older, more experienced woman that had felt more like a parental substitute than a rival would have made a better clan leader than her. Now she was forced to listen to her whimpering and impatient barking at all hours of the day, demanding to know how she could keep her locked out.

“Rarely do we get a choice in such matters. I thought that I had made my peace with that, but life never manages to stop surprising me,” Calaba said.

There was nearly a century’s worth of lived experience behind her words.

The old warden turned towards the young leader. “You don’t have to be so hard on yourself, I’ve made a real mess of things myself.”

Bitter and paranoid accusations were slung about from people that wanted something or someone to blame. A warden with no Noble to tend to was easy to point fingers at, whether they were a foreigner that kept their pokémon in strange capsules or a Pearl borne that refused to force their Noble’s remaining child to take their place.

Calaba’s insistence that a curse had been brought upon the clans had fuelled nasty infighting in the final weeks leading up to the clan’s exodus. They had latched onto her words in the absence of any other explanations and the old warden had inadvertently turned a member of the Pearl Clan into a pariah.

Irida knew the she never wanted that, but it was far too late for her or anyone else to make amends.

“You weren’t the only one who made mistakes. I wasn’t helping when I raised the possibility our predicament was caused by the false Sinnoh the Diamond Clan worships,” Irida said. “I don’t think our words or anyone else’s could have effected the outcome.”

“Don’t interrupt a foolish old lady when she’s going over her regrets on her deathbed. You know I made this far more painful than it needed to be,” the woman turned bibarel chided.

In spite of her misgivings towards the odd man, she never wanted to see him driven out. She suspected that despite his gratitude towards the people that had taken him in, Warden Ingo was never truly happy in Hisui and one day he would want to leave. Such thoughts had not abated over time, even after years had passed. How could Calaba think the man belonged with the Pearl Clan when he didn’t even believe so?

Ingo had dutifully complied with every prescribed exorcism and cure despite his skepticism and Calaba had done everything she could for a patient she believed was a lost cause.

“What would we have done without such a knowledgeable medicine woman treating everyone tirelessly? I wouldn’t have fared nearly as well as I did without you,” Irida insisted.

Calaba was always one of the people she turned towards for advice, along with Gaeric and Paulina. Her parents had been one of the causalities of a famine that had ravaged the ice lands in a cruel winter many years ago. Irida was too young to remember them, neither did she have any grandparents to raise her. She spent her childhood moving between the care of different adults and being supervised by older kids well into their teens. Most of them considered themselves babysitters with a few that took it upon themselves to act as mentors.

Paulina showing her how to care for and bond with the eevee her parents left behind, Gaeric teaching her how to endure the cold and not let it bother her, and Calaba guiding her through recipes for medicine and meals.

If Irida forced herself to try and remember her parents, they were the only people that came to mind.

Calaba remained doubtful and looked as though she was about to argue, but thought better of it. Sensing the line of conversation was going nowhere, she decided to change the subject.

“Was there anything you wanted to say or get off your chest?”

Irida pondered the question for a moment before shaking her head.

“I can’t think of anything in particular.”

A harsh cry mixed with a scraping sound came from outside and made Irida jump. The dissonant wailing of a glalie originated from Gaeric who was begging to be let in and banging on the door to make his displeasure known.

Calaba barely reacted to his forlorn crying, merely scowling and clucking her tongue as she felt a headache coming on. The old bibarel walked towards Irida’s kitchenware to put on the kettle, hoping some tea would calm their nerves.

She turned back to the glaceon, returning to the matter at hand.

“It could be any trifling thing.”

Irida thought back to when she was little and her eevee had gotten a scratch on its eye. She didn’t see what caused it and had run over to Calaba’s tent in a panic with her partner dangling from her arms.

Ursaluna’s warden calmly assessed the damage before concluding it was a minor and easily treated injury. She crafted two medicines for her eevee, one to speed up the healing and prevent infection, another to relieve the pain.

When she was older, Calaba taught her several common remedies, spending many evenings gently correcting her on dosage and how long to let plants simmer.

“Thank you for teaching me how to cook for myself and make medicines. And for always being there.” Irida looked away from Calaba and down at the floor.

“I wish I could be thanking Lina too.”

Calaba seemed momentarily at a loss, wondering where this was coming from before her expression softened in understanding.

“I was happy to do so and I’m glad you found it useful. Thank you for staying by my side when I was so sick.”

Calaba had fallen gravelly ill several years ago, leaving her so weak that she had been rendered bedridden. At her age it could easily prove fatal and it was an unspoken understanding by her and the rest of the Pearl Clan that she was at the end of her life.

Irida was busying herself with preparing a damp cloth and medicinal tea for the warden while forcing down a sickly anxiety when she called the girl over to her bedside.

She told her that she was happy with how she lived her life and she didn’t have to cry for her. It was Sinnoh’s will whether she stayed or left and that wasn’t something Irida could control. Why fight against the inevitable?

Everyone was quite surprised when her fever broke and she made a full recovery, Calaba most of all. Her death would come one day and it served as a sobering reminder that it may not be far off. It almost made Irida appreciate the Diamond Clan’s reverence for time.

A wavering whistle came from the kettle, rising in pitch to signal the water was ready.

Calaba carefully looked through her host’s tea selection before settling on one. It was a nice one from overseas, one Irida purchased from the Ginko Guild and had been saving for a special occasion.

After the tea finished steeping, she poured out a cup for each of them, making sure one of them was wide enough for Irida to lap out of. They drank their tea in silence for a minute before Calaba smirked to herself, amused by some private joke.

“I want to thank you for the buneary you brought me. It was quite thoughtful of you.”

Irida nearly snorted into her tea and the tips of her ears grew warm with embarrassment. Warm for a glaceon, anyways.

She had returned during a memory lapse one morning with a buneary she had apparently managed to hunt and left it on Calaba’s doorstep. It was certainly awkward trying to explain that to the warden and anyone else that witnessed her off putting behaviour. What exactly her thought process was in bringing that to a species that was strictly herbivorous remained a mystery.

“Lord Ursaluna was very appreciative of the offering. He wanted me to let you know,” Calaba continued, somewhat facetiously.

Irida pulled her ears down and hid her face in the flaps from her crest, wishing she could sink through the floor.

“Ugghhh... no...”

The warden chuckled at her mortification as she resumed drinking her tea.

The near incessant scratching and banging from the former humans grew louder and their yowling more pained and indignant. Irida worried their patience had run out and they would try to force their way in.

If Calaba was perturbed by the ruckus, she didn’t show it. But her gaze grew more distant and expression more somber.

“I’m not afraid of dying, I haven’t been for a long time. My greatest fear was being in pain.”

Tent framing started to creak as the howling reached a fever pitch, claws catching on fabric with the constant pawing that could tear a hole in their shelter. The clan leader’s eyes grew wide and her fur started bristling at the monsters looking to force the two of them out.

Calaba merely sighed and looked down at her cup morosely.

“I wouldn’t expect someone your age to easily come to terms with something like this. You did the best that could have been done and I’m proud of you.”

They were shoving each other out of the way for their turn to pound at the door, fighting amongst themselves for the chance to break it off its hinges. Irida desperately tried to think of some way out, her nerves completely shot.

Could they run away? The beasts had them surrounded and they would stand little chance in a fight. She wasn’t sure Calaba would be inclined to try either, still sitting down and sipping away at her tea in the very picture of resignation.

The frantic pounding and caterwauling carried on for a long time, long enough for Calaba to pour and finish a second cup. Irida listened anxiously for the cracking of timber or the tearing of cloth, twitching and jumping at every sound before the commotion finally slowed down and devolved into the usual pathetic whimpering.

The clan leader remained on edge, worried their reprieve wouldn’t last and the frenzy would flare up again. It was nearly an hour before she allowed herself to relax somewhat.

Her half finished tea had gone cold and Calaba collected their cups to wash and put away.

“...Thank you. If it’s alright, could we just pretend things are normal?”

The warden nodded in agreement and the two of them talked about anything and everything that came to their minds well into the night, falling asleep to the background noise of relentless crying from the mad alphas. The next morning, Calaba was gone. She had slipped out sometime in the middle of the night to join the caravan of beasts, leaving Irida as the only one left.

She spent a few more days holed up in her tent hearing her wardens yowling, not understanding why their leader wouldn’t join them and her blackouts growing more and more frequent.

Irida woke up one morning and knew deep in her soul that today was the day. She felt eerily calm as she accepted her fate; there was nothing she could do and nothing she could have done. Why fight against the inevitable?

Maybe Dawn and the Galaxy Team would find a solution in the end, but it was entirely out of Irida’s hands.

She didn’t have any beliefs about what would happen next, but she truly believed Almighty Sinnoh hadn’t forsaken them. Aide or comfort would be doled out solely at it’s discretion, in this life or the next in all of its divine wisdom.

Hopefully the Nobles would find it within themselves to carry on their duty to the clans and watch over them, for their sakes and for anyone unfortunate enough to be a victim of their madness.

She spent several hours making sure everything in her living quarters was tidied up and put away in preparation for her last meaningful decision. If she was praying for the grace and mercy of Sinnoh, the least she could do was not leave her space a mess.

When she was satisfied, she set about attending to her final matter of business. Working patiently, she twisted her head around and used her teeth to untie the knot in the back of her robe. She managed to get a tooth under one of the loops and tugged, loosening the cord holding the outfit together and sliding it off. Irida would no longer have any need of it.

That too was put away and after taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she leapt up to open the door with as much dignity as she could muster while scrabbling at the knob. The door swung open and Irida strode purposefully into the crowd of beasts, their ceaseless baying falling quiet at last. All of them regarded her silently as she walked towards the centre of the camp.

Ingo was perched atop a tent like an unmoving gargoyle, save for his eyes following her, with no doubts about where he belonged. Calaba, Paulina, Gaeric; there were no hints of recognition or familiarity in the eyes of any of the wardens, just the expectation that she would fulfill her obligation towards them.

The inky shadows that were now omnipresent in her mind were angrily threatening to suffocate her, to drown and snuff out her psyche.

It could do so whenever it pleased.

Far across Hisui, a young man came to a similar decision, relieved the waiting was over. Two clan leaders sat poised before their pack of wardens, ready to join them and ready to let their minds slip away into the darkness where they might never be found again.

#pokemon #pokerus au #pokemon legends arceus #warden calaba #pla irida

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Murder drones rant with spoilers:

Wtf is up Cyn?

Like, it's not fully clear to me. They depict her to be your classic "heartless robot who mimics being normal to disguise evil plans"

But like, is she real? I've seen people suggest that absolute solver (a name the monster gave itself I might add) is the base ai of all worker drones, and the wd_program is what filters that ai into being these workers. This makes sense since the VHS tape says that one of the errors that cause zombie drones is that their wd_program or core is not connected when the drone reboots. But if that's the case then how is it that the several workers who have had plenty of casualties and don't know how to dispose of the bodies, never saw a single zombie? More so, we never saw J actually turn into one, despite dying. Instead we saw a specific organ that clearly was made by Cyn pop out and start rebuilding itself using nearby technology with the intent of fixing J. Later we see a fully rebuilt J, so clearly the personality was still intact, so why would Solver be active?

I think absolute solver isn't an AI, I think it's all Cyn. "Solver" presents itself as some sort of cosmic horror, an existence beyond comprehension that controls the drones at the core. But also it's too stupid to realize that V needs glasses to see... It's so scary with its huge form appearing from all sides without a real face... And it gets hacked by Uzi? It feels pain when N stabs it? It gets frustrated that it can't hold a knife and needs help? This is weirdly humane behaviour... Hold on a second, what if it's just a trick?

Cyn gave us the name absolute solver because she's got a god complex or something? She WANTS to be all powerful, and if you were locked in a basement for being useless, in a situation where you are powerless to do anything about it, that would make sense.

I remember hearing that in the matrix, the robots look the way they do because they hated humans and transformed themselves to look otherworldly, which I'm pretty sure is itself a reference to the biblical stories of a certain angel mutilating it's form to spite the creations of god... A certain... anti-christ? In this world of super-natural and mythical creatures crossed with SciFi I think Cyn is our Lucifer. Someone hateful to her "gods" (the humans that created her and gave her purpose). So she seeks to overthrow them. That explains why Tessa was spared, Cyn might actually care about Tessa, which explains why Cyn is also using the Drones, instead of just wiping their ai. She's a self appointed god here to help achieve the singularity (some sort of technical advancement, probably something that makes Cyn's weird god powers function without the heavy cost of needing constant oil).

It would also explain doll and Uzi. They are tapping into the same power Cyn has. But they aren't going crazy with a desire to control the world or achieve the singularity. They are still worried about their own lives, and fitting in or getting revenge or whatnot. They are still themselves. What is worth talking about is that we don't see how doll survives Vee when her parents die, and we definitely saw Uzi get stabbed through the chest when her dad left. And yet, we only see them engage in the absolute solver after the fact of both of these events. Clearly they are both zombie drones, I think the Wd_programs only purpose is to keep them satisfied with working. That's why everyone was just happy waiting behind the doors with no aspiration to leave, or even have a defense force, they have a program to keep them in line.

Who knows, maybe it's a coincidence and I'm seeing something that isn't really here, maybe the weird bracelet things are what allow solver to be used without the robots being taken over?

Regardless, I'm a bit curious of Thad, since he's one of the only people who was up for fighting back against the murder drones back in episode 1, even if it was brief he was definitely an odd one out there, being the only person who believed the WDF could help fight back. Maybe he has some plot relevance beyond ship baiting, cause god knows this show loves playing with its tropes. And the guy walked out of a fight with Solver... Like they just watched him leave? Could be just one big joke but it'd be cool

#murder drones #spoilers #rant #what does wd_program actually do?#is it rules to follow?#is it their personality?

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Does Franscescas story also include miscarriage and infertility?

I would be interested to know how her infertility affects her relationship with her family and friends.

What about Michael? What are his emotions like? What is the wizard perspective of miscarriage and infertility?

Is any Magic involved in making lil'John and Janet?

Anon asked: How is infertility treated in the Wizarding world? How would fran and michael make a family?

*Trigger Warning: this post contains mentions of miscarriage.*

From a young age Francesca always knew she wanted to be a mother and though she briefly wondered if Michael wouldn't be the type of person to ever want kids, seeing just how much he loved doting on their nieces and nephews affirmed that he would one day be the world's best dad. But they still had years ahead of them to start a family and both were content to continue the tour life and enjoyed travelling the world together.

It wasn't until Eloise announced her pregnancy not too long after Penelope's that Francesca brought up the subject of starting a family with Michael. While Eloise had been a mother to Oliver and Amanda for nearing ten years, Francesca genuinely never expected her sister to want to go through a pregnancy herself and what's more she was shocked that Eloise of all people was going to have that experience before she did. She was relieved when Michael turned out to be on the exact same page as her, having felt flabbergasted that Colin was beating him to fatherhood; and so they decided to start trying right away.

After a couple of months Francesca did fall pregnant, however she miscarried after only a few weeks. While it was upsetting, Francesca tried to be pragmatic about it and persevere, assuring herself that miscarriages occur in 1 in 4 pregnancies and it shouldn't discourage her from trying again. However much to her frustration almost an entire year went by before she was able to wave a positive pregnancy test in front of Michael - but unfortunately it resulted in another miscarriage. In spite of the disappointment, Francesca remained determined to get pregnant and once again she and Michael began trying.

However another year went by, during which time Penelope and Eloise each welcomed another baby with relative ease. As happy as she was to meet her newest niece and nephew, Michael could see the hurt in Francesca's eyes when she held Thomas and Georgiana for the first time. He knew just how badly she wanted to be a mother and carry her own child and he was suffering not because of struggle to conceive a baby of their own but to see his wife suffering no matter how hard she tried hiding it.

He resolved to do everything in his power for them to be able to have a baby and took charge; booking fertility tests, looking into IVF, reading up on potions that were meant to increase the chances of carrying a pregnancy to term. He hoped by taking even one of those steps that they'd be on their way to having a baby; however the results of the fertility test revealed that they had a very low chance of ever conceiving a baby naturally. As crushing as it was, Michael refused to let the odds stand in the way of creating a family with Francesca. After contacting the best potion masters in the wizarding world he acquired specialist elixirs that should help them on their way to making a baby, which they took while simultaneously having their first round of IVF. Michael had been trying to keep positive for both himself and Francesca, willing on for all of their efforts to work; and yet both the potions and the IVF proved fruitless, and after three unsuccessful rounds Francesca declared she couldn't go through with another.

After that Francesca couldn't even bear to talk about it, despite Michael trying to get her to open up. He became desperate to try and find some alternative way of conceiving, to the point which he began grasping at straws and looking into dubious potions being sold in Knockturn Alley and even unlawful spells that supposedly might work a miracle. He gathered all the information that he could and presented it to Francesca in a last-ditch attempt to provide her with the one thing she longed for, however Francesca lashed out and firmly told him to stop because if none of the conventional methods worked for them there was no way in hell that any of the nefarious alternative routes would work either.

For the next week Francesca didn't utter a single word to him and a distraught Michael took to sleeping on the couch just to give her space. Then at a family birthday party at Aubrey Hollow, Gregory and Lucy revealed they were expecting their second child; and it turned out to be Francesca's breaking point. She excused herself from the festivities and went up to her old bedroom where she proceeded to cry her heart out. She jumped when there was a gentle knock and told Michael to leave her alone but she was surprised when the door opened to reveal Sophie instead.

Sophie didn't hesitate to rush to her sister-in-law's side, holding her tightly as Francesca cried on her shoulder and the younger woman released all the heartache she had been suffering from over the last three years. When she was no longer able to shed any more tears, she told Sophie all about her infertility struggles, how devastated she was to miscarry twice, and how much it hurt that none of the efforts they had gone to had worked.

"It's not fair." she shook her head. "Eloise never even wanted to be pregnant. Since we were kids she always said she couldn't stand the thought of having a baby bump, and she always joked that getting together with Phil was a win-win because she had Oliver and Amanda without the aches and pains of pregnancy and childbirth; but then she still went on to have Penny and Georgiana like it was nothing." she vented, expressing all the underlying ugly bitterness that had built up inside of her over the years. "And then there's Daphne; popping out four kids in four years with barely any time in between to breathe. And don't get me started on Hyacinth having kids before me - and now Greg's having another baby; I mean, they're still just kids to me and they're already parents and I'm not... and probably never will be." she swallowed and looked away as soon as she saw Sophie tilting her head sympathetically at her. "It's just not fair. How come it's so easy for everyone else?"

Sophie's hand clutched hers as she tucked a loose lock behind Francesca's ear. "I miscarried." she uttered and Francesca snapped her neck to look at her. "Twice."

"Really?" Francesca gulped, stunned to hear that Sophie had experienced the same agony as she had.

"The first one I tried to forget about. It would have been a honeymoon baby and I miscarried early on. I didn't even know I was pregnant until the doctors told me. I couldn't believe it and I felt guilty for not even realising and for miscarrying in the first place. But I shrugged it off and told myself it would have been way worse if we had actually been trying and I had known and celebrated the fact that I was."

"What about the second time?" Francesca asked tentatively and squeezed Sophie's hand, communicating that she could take her time as she was sharing such a vulnerable time in her life.

"We had been trying. And we were so thrilled." Sophie explained and wore a sad smile as she continued. "We agreed we'd wait until the 12 week scan before we told anyone and after everything seemed alright we decided to announce it at Violet's birthday a few days later. But then when I was at work I suddenly experienced cramping... and I knew." she exhaled. "I knew I was losing the baby. Your dad took me to the hospital and called Benedict but by the time he got there the baby was gone. And I felt like my whole world had come crashing down. We begged Edmund not to breathe a word about it. I couldn't stand the thought of Violet or Daphne or Kate or Posy coming over to sympathise. I couldn't bear the thought of anyone who had only experienced successful pregnancies to be around me. And then at your mum's birthday someone passed Miles into my arms and I still don't know how I didn't break right then and there. Do you know what I did instead?"

"What?"

"I ran up to Ben's old room and burst into tears." she revealed, and Francesca's heart thumped emphatically; as heart-wrenching as it was to hear about Sophie's losses, she took comfort that she had done the exact same thing she had done by fleeing to an old bedroom to break down in private. "It was killing me to be around everyone else's babies without being able to call any of them my own."

"That's exactly how I feel." Francesca commiserated. "It's how I've felt for the last three years now. And I hate being this self-pitying jealous-ridden bitter cow. I don't want to feel so angry and sad without any let up... but I don't know what else to do."

"I can't imagine what the last three years must have felt like for you. And I know there's nothing I can say or do to ease your pain. But it's okay to feel everything that you're feeling. Don't let yourself feel bad for those negative feelings and don't be so hard on yourself for not being able to conceive. I know it's easier said than done but you've got to go easy on yourself; for your own sake."

Francesca nodded, knowing Sophie was right, and realising just how exhausting keeping all her emotions to herself was.

"How did it finally happen for you in the end? Did you have Charlie through IVF, or...?"

"We were prepared to try if it came to that." Sophie answered. "But when I was ready to try again we just took it easy. We didn't put pressure on ourselves to be fervently trying. We treated it as more of a let's just wait and see, and if it happens it happens and if it doesn't then we'll give fertility treatments a go. I let go of any expectations and just cherished being with Ben, and then a few months later we found out we were expecting and we had Charlie."

"The doctors said there's a very low chance of us ever conceiving naturally." Francesca uttered. "As much as I'd like to think that just going with the flow could work,"

"But they still said there's a chance." Sophie pointed out. "As low as it might be; there's still the possibility it could happen. I know you've been through so much disappointment and must feel so dispirited; but hold onto that hope. No matter how small it might seem."

After the sisterly heart-to-heart, when they returned home Francesca apologised to Michael for how she had treated him in the last week. It was an apology Michael assured her was unnecessary and he understood how soul-crushing the last three years had been; he was just sorry he couldn't provide her with the one thing she wanted more than anything else. She told him about her talk with Sophie and how they should give it one more year before looking into adoption, but in the meantime they could try without really trying.

And so they chose to let go of all of the heavy expectations that had built up and they had put upon themselves and accepted that conceiving a baby might not happen for them, but not letting that stop them from cherishing each other and getting in the way of their love... and just like that, one year later they welcomed their beautiful baby son, John.

#asks #harry potter au #franchel #michael x francesca #francesca bridgerton #michael stirling #tw miscarriage #sophie beckett

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I always wonder why the mcu keeps trying to push their peggy carter oc,like I understand characters aren't always going to be comic accurate and can be changed for better or worse. But what the mcu did with peggy is so weird to me

Staring off with the fact that she takes inspiration from a nazi spy , they even said so themselves she just doesn't take inspiration form Cynthia tho most of he likable traits are from other characters as well.

Going back to the Cynthia glass thing it's also uncomfortable that this peggy is also an alternate version of captain america even though they call her captain carter you can't escape the fact that she's supposed to be an alternate version of captain america.

I can understand wanting to make an alternate version of cap but why would you use the character that you've stated has taken inspiration from a nazi spy to represent a Jewish symbol who was made to fight nazis and for the oppressed it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Thanks for the ask and sorry for the late reply!

I think the superhero genre, much like the Japanese equivalent of the shounen genre, is about power fantasies. That doesn't necessarily make them inherently trite or egocentric, though. A sensitive and knowledgeable writer can construct a power fantasy for marginalised folks, even those they are not a part of, and that's what people are asking for when they talk about "representation". People from all walks of life deserve an inspirational story and a power fantasy to project onto, to say that despite the barriers placed by society, it is still possible to fight against the restrictions and carve out a special identity for yourself. In a lot of the better written superhero stories, their powers are presented as something that is both a blessing and a curse/threat, and the story is about them accepting that difference and turning that into something good - as opposed to, often, their villains, who turn that into something used for bad.

And I think that's the key difference. Comics/manga are written for kids/adults who feel like they don't fit in (maybe manga especially, because of how suffocating Japanese society can be about fitting the norm). The fantasy lies in social odd-balls embracing their own uniqueness and doing good in spite of the world shunning them.

Once super-powered concepts hit Hollywood, the meaning changes. The writers are now (in general) people in positions of influence and affluence. They are confident in who they are, and in fact, they yearn to stand above the ilk. The power fantasy completely changes flavour - instead of an outcast learning to be happy with who they are, it is now about how a "normal" person gains something special that elevates them above the boring average folk.

The problem is - the former is usually sensitive to the struggles of marginalised folk ("we are different but we can be amazing"), while the latter is ignorant and self-serving ("I am amazing because I am not like other girls"). And because of the type of fantasy it is, it is not interested in exploring power as a potential flaw or a burden, it is simply about the celebration of strength.

This is all a long-winded way of saying, yes, PC is a power fantasy for a particular group of women - the middle-classed, primarily White, well-educated women, who do not want to be like other girls. She had to be made special at all costs - the private school/college education, the brother in MI6, the Howlies, the boxing champion, the directorship, and now finally the serum and the shield.

The implications didn't matter because the writers didn't care. She's their hero, this is a fantasy, and who cares if she recruited Nazis on her way to the top or that she wears a colonial symbol on her chest. Who knows, they (the writers) may even think of that as representation of her strength.

Remember how I said earlier how the heroes take their powers and make it into something good, while the villains use their strength and use it to do something bad? Welp.

#anti peggy carter #asks

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Decommissioning

[This is a continuation of these few posts. And is supposed to take place right after TW: Death, decapitation, swearing, injury, blood]

Eleven hurried down the last corridor. The plan had failed. The plan had failed and she knew she had to leave. The corridor she was in would lead straight to Gate A. If she went through it she could make her escape from Site 515. She stood in front of the end of the corridor, waiting for the last door to finish opening, only for it to halt and slam shut. Angered, Eleven reached for the door button only for an object to fly into it, destroying it.

"Well well well," a masculine voice called out behind her. "Look who's trying to jump ship after being caught." Eleven turned around to find Seven and Ten walking towards her. Seven's hands were tightened in anger, and Ten's furrowed brows betrayed the seemingly happy tone he had.

"O5-4, The Werewolf. O5-5, The Child. O5-6, The Dragon." Seven spoke curtly. "Considered 'The Big Three' for their strengths, capability for mass destruction, and the fact that they hold positive ties to multiple other realities. Isn't it odd that despite close contact with the rest of us only those three experienced excruciating headaches all centered around the parietal lobe? And isn't it also interesting that footage was found of you sneaking into the archives and the armory, and that the three overseers have recent head stitching that they don't remember getting?"

"You wanted them to explode," Ten stated simply, the both of them stopping a few feet from Eleven. "But when you realized that the explosives you got only primed and didn't detonate, you fled. Or, at the very least attempted to." Eleven bit her tongue. "Eleven, you are to come quietly with us," Ten said as he began walking towards Eleven.

Seven saw Eleven's arm tighten up. Before she could warn Ten, Eleven thrust her sword into his stomach, and out the other side. Acting fast, Ten grabbed the sword, preventing Eleven from pulling it out of him. As the two wrestled for control, Seven ran forward and gave a large kick to Eleven, causing her to stumble and lose her grip on the sword. Ten, sword still in him, proceeded to back out of the room, sensing what was going to happen.

"You just signed your death," Seven spoke as she shed her jacket to allow herself greater control over the battle. "Traitors such as yourself deserve to die." This earned a spiteful laugh from Eleven.

"Then I expect to see you fall on your own blades right now, especially what you did to Four's son." Seven locked her jaw and fixed Eleven the harshest glare she'd ever given.

"What I did was out of my control. After being freed from their control I did everything I could to make up for my wrongdoing against the Council. You on the other hand never once put in the effort for interpersonal relationships. I fucked up, but I made the effort to make things right. You've never once partook in activities to bond with your colleagues, and now that I think about it, I can't even remember you doing anything useful or pertaining to your title at all! You probably lied about everything from the start." The two stared down at each other before the brawl began.

Seven was confident through the fight. Her assumption was correct, Eleven was a fraud. She had barely a fraction of the skill that Seven had, and it showed in her fighting, but Seven wasn't careless to let this get to her: a sword was just as deadly in the hands of someone skilled as it was in a fraud who had a good grip. For every successful attack made on Seven, she managed to get more than handful on Eleven.

During the fight Seven put all the skills she was forcibly made to hone to the test. Flips, strikes, dodges, rolls, headbutts, disarm, nerve attacks, using her hidden boot blade, and more came out in this fight, her anger driving her to finish this fight as swiftly as it started.

After what felt like thirty minutes, the battle was over. Seven fell to one knee, adrenaline beginning to leave her. In front of her, Eleven was on both knees, struggling to regain her composure. "This...isn't over!" Eleven shouted, using Seven's recovery period to take her sword and throw it. Seven knew that she didn't have the stamina to perform another roll or the strength to safely make an attempt to grab the blade. She could barely cover her face as the sword flew toward her and-

It never made contact with her. Instead, it stopped in front of her, suspended in the air. Seven, even in her tired state knew who could be doing this. Footsteps loudly sounded behind her, causing her to smile. The cavalry was here.

Indeed, her fellow council members had entered the room from behind, with Five in the lead, using her anomaly to halt the sword from killing Seven. Several of the other council members had their weapons raised or were poised ready to strike with their own ability, the exception being Ten, who was being supported by One and Eight. Eleven attempted to subtly crawl away, halting when bugs began to fill the room, swarming around the ceiling before landing behind Eleven and revealing twelve, appendages out, ready to impale Eleven if she made any other moves.

"You don't scare me," Eleven barked out, prompting Five to use her psychic ability to move the suspended sword into Eleven's stomach. Blood splattered across the floor and out Eleven's mouth. Four strode towards her.

"You have betrayed us. For years you have worked side by side with us, and you threw it all away with an attempt on the lives of my colleagues. And for what?" Eleven began to laugh cruelly.

"Why to help reunite you with your bastard son of course," she spat with venom. In a split second after that Four's hand shot out, hooked under her upper jaw and he ripped off the top half of her head as if he was tearing a piece of paper. Seven couldn't help but feel a pang of fear in seeing how easily Four killed Eleven.

The room was silent as Eleven's head, or at least the top half fell to the ground. An internal threat had been dealt with, the Foundation was safe once more, and Seven was very tired.

"What happened here?" a voice familiar to Seven could be heard. Everyone turned to the doorway.

"Wait, what?" Five spoke out. "It's you!"

[Next part will pick up from this. Don't worry, it will be MUCH shorter, I promise]

[MAJOR CHANGE - O5-11 IS OFFICIALLY DEAD IN CANON]

#tw: death #tw: decapitation #tw: injury #Massive status change!#This took waaaay too long #tw: blood

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Beauty of Life || Miranda/Miori/Eli/Mirai feat: Alou

What do you do, when a friend, an enemy, a person, is turned into a demon, and then that demon turns into a monstrous goat version of itself? And then skewers your close friend-- the only one with a fighting chance against him? You've got numbers on your side, but how much does that help? Hope has been dangled and yanked from you like a carrot on a string for so long now, what can even be done?

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The only thing that can be done. You keep going. Miranda’s whole philosophy long before she got here was that pushing forward in spite of all the odds is what matters the most.

She knows she has to deal with Alou, but that can wait. Nothing else matters right now besides making sure the man who sacrificed himself to save them all gets to come out with them. She rushes to Miacah and drops to her knees. Olwin had given her his soul, and now she holds it out to him, gently trying to coax it in through the hole in his chest. If they can defeat Alou with virtues, they can defeat death with virtues. Tenuous as that logic might be, what other option do they have? Leaving without Micah isn’t an option.

Micah Linne is the Bigfoot to her Flatwoods Monster and her Cinnamoroomfie and her best friend and a person who she trusts with even the worst parts of her. She’s looked out for him before. Smaller versions of this that she calls on in her own soul to reunite him with his. She’s eaten hashbrowns on the floor and talked about everything stupid just to take his mind off of the shithole that surrounded him, and she’s dragged him outside so he can get some sunshine on his face when he’s hiding away from the world, and she’s hyped him up every time he’s tried to drag himself down because she truly truly cares about him in a way she would never have believed all those months ago.

“You have to come back, Micah. I want my ugly sweater from your mom. I want to come visit you at Build-a-Bear. I want to hear more stories about all the wild shit you got up to. I want us to be annoyingly happy after all the fucking misery we’ve been through.”

Her voice cracks at the end there, but her hands stay as steady as a doctor’s would be. It’s working. Slowly but surely the soul is flowing into him the way it flowed through the rest of them. It’ll just take patience. Her focus has to stay on this.

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When she’d first arrived here, Miori had every intention of closing herself off, of building walls high enough to keep anyone and everyone away from her. It was every man for himself, she’d thought - why risk her own life for others when all anyone had ever done in return was hurt her? Her loyalties had lied solely with herself, and she was happy that way - or, rather, she was comfortable that way. She was content, at least, in her cocoon of selfishness and misery.

But there were people who, in spite of everything, chipped away at that cocoon. Some did so with force - they tore her away from the thing she’d believed had kept her so safe. Others unraveled it gently. Others like Micah.

She can’t pinpoint when it was she’d begun to care so deeply for him. Perhaps it was a simple culmination of little moments, small actions and choices of words that called to mind a brother she’d lost nearly a lifetime ago. People who treated her normally were few and far between, especially after all of her missteps, but Micah had stuck by her throughout them all. He’d poked fun at her (very middle-school, as he’d described it) crush on Kamiya, and he’d talked to her about Love Live, and he’d shown her pictures of himself and his mother, and he’d danced with her during karaoke, and he’d played carnival games with her, and he’d forgiven her when she had done her worst. And despite every attempt she made to push him away, he’d stayed.

So she stays, too, even when she knows it’s risky. Even when she knows it’s dangerous. Even when she knows she’s putting her life on the line to do so, because her loyalties lie elsewhere now.

Like a songbird free of its cage, Miori sings a gentle song, soft blue light pouring from her lips and into her cupped hands. Before it can overflow, she pours it over Micah, and the light disappears into him as it patches his organs together.

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Eli isn't a fighter. He knows this. He's relieved, at least, that there are a few on their side. But he knows he'll get in the way if he tries to assist, and he's smart enough to know that talking Alou (or whatever is left of him) down will be futile. But others around him move, and he decides to follow.

[TW: VAGUE DESCRIPTION OF CIRCULATORY SYSTEM]

So he finds himself kneeling by Micah (or whatever is left of him), applying pressure to the wound in his chest. It's useless, he knows it is, and the feeling of blood soaking through his gloves is nearly enough to cause him to shudder out of his skin. But he swallows, and keeps his eyes elsewhere. Virtues... virtues... it's difficult to think of virtues, when he isn't sure he can even feel a heartbeat. He presses once, twice, just barely, as if to will a pulse into being. As if diligence and patience will cause Micah's heart to mend.

And it does.

[END TW]

There is a glow that shines, then fades, then shines again, as it runs down Eli's arms in slow, rolling waves. A light that invites, but doesn't demand, as it gently reassures you that hope is on your side. Patience and diligence will be rewarded.

His eyes turn from Miranda, to Miori, to… Alou, large and looming, but then, ultimately, his gaze comes home to Mirai.

▒▒▒

As always, Mirai is guided by another before taking action on her own, this time by Eli’s light and everyone’s efforts --- her priorities lie not with defeating Alou at the moment but undo what damage he has already deeply carved into Micah, her feet move on her own, her soul wants to return that which it has been given, she kneels by his side with the others and the light of hope burns brighter.

Feathers, rising from a burning purple fire that is her soul, gently envelop Micah when Mirai reaches for his wounds, burning with unconditional care and love, each leaving behind no mark but placing everything where it should be in his body; he will burn again, brighter and brighter.

He will burn with the strength and gentle love of everyone who’s ever cared for him, who’s ever loved anything about him, he will live, that is why Mirai knows, he will get up. He has to. Because everyone here is right there by his side.

▒▒▒

What can you do, when you’ve severed parts of yourself to become what you needed to? When even the people who you thought might understand turn against you? When you realize, once again, that the problem was never you, that it's those naive enough to fall victim to the delusion of h̵̥̆ô̸͍͜p̴̛̜̦ȩ̴͎̒?̴̥̕

His pride won't allow it. Poised, precise, surgical, even in this monstrous form, Alou sneers as he turns in the direction of his latest eyesore. His work, his craft, being revised by those too arrogant to understand what must be done. He has to make them understand. Really, it's for their own good.

With a flick of his ear, a sprawling wing flashes across the way, strings bared and ready to strike. First, they wrap tightly around Miori's left arm and hand and yank back hard. A horrible pop is followed up by a shrill scream, one that's soon joined by the sounds of bones cracking and contorting in ways they shouldn't. The threads cut into her skin, leaving her arm bloodied and limp and useless, and tears involuntarily roll down her cheeks. But she's no stranger to pain, in spite of the severity with which she faces it now, and so she continues to focus as much of her thoughts as she can on mending Micah's wounds.

Unsatisfied, another wing stretches out, reaching with sharp claws towards Miranda’s face. She barely registers them in her peripheral. Then there's a sudden darkness in half of her vision, and searing pain that wasn’t there before. She grits her teeth, resists the urge to scream, but her other eye wells up with tears as a reflex. Even so, she keeps her hands on Micah’s soul that’s slowly fading into him.

As if unbothered, the claws of the wing aim for a final target. It reaches to swipe, claw, tear flesh asunder, but before it can grip its target, Mirai is pushed aside. She doesn’t flinch despite it all, determined to see this to fruition, her hand doesn’t part from Micah.

Instead, Eli is hunched forward next to her, with one hand out and gripping her shoulder. His other hand twitches uselessly toward the claws planted firmly in his chest. They dig, and twist, and anchor, as if primed to extract his ribs in one piece.

His lesson unfinished thanks to Eli's intervention, Alou raises his wing again, but before he can continue:

"HEY! FUCK OFF!"

#mm trial #alou #elishama #mirai #miranda #nori #submission

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spectaculardistractions · 1 year

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To Marie-Laure and Charles de Noailles Paris, 7 March 1930 Dear friends, I am infinitely grateful for your generosity. I received both transfers, one almost immediately after the other, and precisely at the time I truly needed them. I’ve now paid all the bills and still have 152,000 francs. I am also very proud to announce that I’ve made savings on all areas of the budget. And now I shall tell you about the film. Firstly, the camera work is much better than in An Andalusian Dog. I have now watched the scenes with the bandits and the mansion, and I’ve filmed the pine tree and other things falling from the window. For the last two days I’ve been shooting the garden scene, which is where I encountered my first serious difficulties. The female lead, who is indeed reasonably pretty, lied when she said she had worked on several films, because I now see she barely knows how to put on her own makeup. Still less act! She has no temperament, and temperament is exactly what is needed for this role. Yesterday was her second day on set and I got so annoyed I was on the point of firing her in spite of her contract. After all, as I have no money and no flat, if she wanted to take me to court, she would get nothing out of me. But I shouted at her as much as I could, and with superhuman effort managed to get her to throw herself into the role. I think we’ll get there in spite of everything though. The poor girl was a wreck by the end of the day’s filming. I’m sure you will both appreciate the enormous responsibility she has on her shoulders; if she doesn’t get it right, the film will only be half as good. Modot is fairly good but a bit old school unfortunately. I’m keeping an eye on him. I think his part will turn out very well. Another problem is that Modot does not like his co-star. The love scene in the garden should convey unimaginable anguish and violence. Three more ideas for terrible gags came to me. If we manage to get this scene right, it alone will have far greater impact than the whole of An Andalusian Dog. I intend to finish shooting in the garden the day after tomorrow (Tuesday). I’m still on schedule, despite the time and film stock wasted thanks to the leading lady. To bring you right up to date: I’m also adding in some numbers that weren’t in the original découpage. I’m very happy with all the bandit scenes. What you’ll see is some very odd bandits doing strange things. It came to me as soon as I saw them in costume, although I hadn’t envisaged it at all in the découpage. All the bandits were Spanish painter friends, except Max Ernst, Prévert and Marie-Berthe’s brother. Do you recognize Cossío in among the bandits, the cripple from An Andalusian Dog? I’ve put a note on the back of each photograph. I’m worried I’ll bore you if I go on much longer. To conclude, let me simply say that, overall, I am quite happy with everything I’ve filmed so far. Affectionately, Luis Buñuel

Jo Evans & Breixo Viejo, Luis Buñuel: A Life in Letters

#jo evans #breixo viejo #luis bunuel: a life in letters #luis bunuel #charles de noailles

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Hey, look! It’s NORA SINCLAIR. Did you know they WORK as a EMERGENCY ROOM NURSE & MEDICAL STUDENT at KISMET HARBOR HOSPITAL ? I guess they’re from SAVANNAH, GA and have been in town for THREE AND A HALF YEARS, living in CRESTHILL MEADOWS. I also heard they’re a little STUBBORN, but also very LOYAL which definitely makes sense.

B I O G R A P H Y

Born in Savannah, Georgia to Emily and Major General Robert Bowen, Nora’s the quintessential middle child. In between an elder brother, Connor and a younger sister, Bethany, she always felt a little out-of-place, unsure of where she fit in the family dynamic.

The middle child conundrum was made even more apparent when her father decided to retire from the army and get a more lucrative job closer to home, moving the entire family to Boston, MA.

In spite of this, she never shied away from getting herself involved when it came to helping people, volunteering wherever she could outside of regular school hours, even at her local hospital which influenced her decision to go into nursing. This newfound passion lent itself very easily to her driven personality especially if it meant making her father proud.

She was introduced to her future husband, Noah, by his closest friend, her brother Connor, while she was still in high school. Despite being the envy of her friends whenever he'd pay the Bowen household a visit, she had always been seen herself as the “sweet younger sister”, always there for a family dinner and a few odd conversations afterwards but nothing more. Until a fateful last minute ski trip and a conveniently sprained ankle and everything changed. In spite of trying her best to keep things light, casual and nestled safely in the friendzone, the young lovers shared a little more than a few casual moments together and she soon found herself falling head over heels for the young Marine, promising him eternity when she was just a kid of twenty three herself.

Despite their worst critics, mainly her not-so-worldly grandmother, it wasn’t long at all before things started getting a little more serious between, starting with the happy couple moving in together as Nora chased her dreams of becoming a doctor, topped off with an engagement in front of their family and friends.

As the young couple were starting to plan their lives together, the Bowen clan had been shaken to its core. Her little sister had always been a handful even when she was little and Nora knew just how to placate her. Though now as a wily sixteen year old, she was a different person to her now. Someone she hardly recognised though that didn't stop her from wanting to protect her from everything the world threw at her. Her parents had relied on her patience and her kindness to the point where Nora failing was never an option especially in her father's eyes. If she couldn't be the best then she wouldn't even dare to try. So within a few months of pursuing her medical degree, Nora decided her best option would be to train as a nurse instead. It was a different path but it was a noble one nonetheless.

Freshly graduated as a registered nurse and newly engaged, Nora couldn't have felt happier with everything that was happening in her life. A surprise pregnancy unexpectedly lit up their world and set alight to a new chapter in their lives and she couldn't have imagined anything ruining things. Though it was only a matter of time before the rose-coloured glasses slipped from her face and reality truly sank in. She knew from her mother's own experience that separating from one's partner was perhaps the hardest thing she would ever have to endure. Yet as she said goodbye to her fiancé from the departure lounge, Nora's heart cracked into pieces as she realised how easily she'd slipped into her mother's shoes.

One morning while she was still trying to navigate Noah's departure, Nora started feeling a strange kind of uneasiness, nothing completely out of the ordinary but enough to keep her on her toes. It wasn’t until she started her afternoon shift at the hospital that everything seemed to change. a misjudged reach into the supply cupboard too far sent her in a heap to the floor and her friends scrambling to take her downstairs to the emergency department. It was only then when her entire collective world cracked open, torn apart with the three most terrible words in the English language. ‘ your baby’s gone ’. She couldn’t follow anything after that, hanging onto their muted apologies but failing miserably, her focus settled entirely on going home and shutting out the world so she could finally make sense of it all. As she struggled to make sense of their loss by herself, she knew Noah would rush back home on the first plane out to comfort her as soon as he learned what had happened. Which made her decision to keep his mind clear and free from distractions even more bittersweet and heart-breaking.

Once Noah finally made it home, she held herself together for as long as she could until her world collapsed inside of his arms, letting herself feel as much as she had sitting in the doctor's office, if not more knowing he was finally there and not a figment of her imagination. It was only a matter of weeks before he was shipping out again and she was left to her own devices with no third trimester to celebrate. Her mother suggested that she might benefit from talking everything through with a professional to make sense of it all which Nora took as the highest form of encouragement. Six weeks into her course of therapy and Nora was beginning to feel more like herself, ready and willing to start her journey. Until her entire world shifted off its axis and sent her spiralling yet again.

Her heart fell out of her chest as she heard of Noah's accident. She couldn't make sense of living in a world without him. Her soul belonged to him, her body was held together by his adoration and his words of affirmation hung on her mind like the finest woven tapestries. His body, weak and unconscious, was flown back home and Nora stood vigil by his bedside until he woke up, never leaving until his parents encouraged her to finally rest.

In 2019, after months of recuperation as Noah was honourably discharged, they decided to take the next step a little faster than expected and under the warmth of the European sun, Nora got to finally put on some sun-kissed variation of her mother's wedding dress and marry the man of her dreams under the watchful eyes of both their families.

Since moving to Kismet Harbor, starting a family of their own has been the most important thing on their minds. After their big European wedding, they’d tried everything to finally achieve their goal of becoming parents with no success whatsoever until the couple decided to release the pressure they put on themselves, take things a little easier and not think about it for a little while. Sure enough, those little pink lines gave them everything they could imagine and with little Ines, they've never been happier.

Personality wise, she’s extremely stubborn, not eager to let things drop until they’re settled in a diplomatic way, a trait stemming from her years of experience trying to placate her siblings whenever they'd be caught in a Monopoly-fuelled melee. She’s also not afraid to call things out when she feels like someone’s been mistreated and when it comes to her friends, her loyalty is not something to be taken for granted.

With her job being as stressful as it is, Nora tries her hardest to find new and interesting ways to blow off steam, ranging from reading in the bath with a glass of wine to throwing down some clay on the new pottery wheel her husband bought her. It can change weekly or even daily, depending on how much stress she's been under at work.

As a former army brat, Nora’s no stranger to moving around the country for her father but she’s happy to finally be settled in Cresthill Meadows with her husband, Noah and the rest of their family.

#tw ; miscarriage #tw ; pregnancy #kismetharbor.intro

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coalitiongirl · 3 years

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Fic Recs (under 300 edition)

So I wanted to get back to reading Swan Queen fic regularly, and I asked people to rec longfic that they'd read (not written) and loved that had fewer than 300 kudos! I haven’t read most of these, but I’ve collected them here so y’all can go through the list and discover some new fics with me! Please try to kudos and review every fic that you read! It means the world to the writers and will keep em writing, and then we all win. 😁

Atonement by SgtMac (M): With Regina's magical heart failing thanks to years of previous evil, Emma and Regina and Henry (and Granny!) set out to save her life by traveling to the Enchanted Forest and requesting help from ancient magical beings known as the Guardians. Given a mission as simple as it is impossible - to achieve atonement by creating peace - the ladies find themselves joining a rebellion and fighting for the very soul of the Enchanted Forest all while trying to help Regina to understand that the self-loathing and guilt which have driven most of her actions don't have to doom her chance for a new beginning or even, a chance to live and love again. A S4(ish) SQ love story set against the turmoil of war and the chaotic savagery of the old world.

Blood and Sand by cheshire6845 (E): A/U The Savior is a slave forced into the role of fighting as a gladiator for the House of Hearts. The odds are against her survival as she will have to win in the arena, navigate Cora's schemes, outlast a general's vengeance, and not be killed out of spite by the current House of Hearts Champion - Regina the Undefeated. This story follows the major plot points of Starz Spartacus with some twists along the way.

But what if there was no time by KizuRai (M): When she wakes up, it's dark. She can't move, she can't see, she can't feel and she can't hear. Where am I? She feels a forceful oppression, pressing her down, draining her of her energy and she's powerless to stop it. How did I get here? The question of here is relative, she's not even sure where here is. What happened? There must be some reason for being stuck here but her memory is fuzzy, like all her thoughts are being sifted through a filter. Who am I? She's not sure if she actually exists or she suddenly became sentient in the darkness.She hears a voice reverberating in the distance, it's distorted and quiet but she hears it all the same. It breaks the monotony of the silence. Someone's coming for her, they will get her out. She's just not sure she wants them to as the price might be too great.

Finding Home by evl_rgl (T): “I wanted to remember you so badly that I pulled back your cursed town just so that the memories would make sense. I needed you so badly that even when I had no memory of you, I still tried to find you.” Regina gave Emma and Henry memories of a happy life together before they fled Pan’s curse, leaving them with no memories of their lives in Storybrooke. However, when the memory spell shows signs of failing, threatening to rip apart the minds of both Emma and Henry, Regina makes a drastic choice to go back and fix it, understanding that it will mean living alone in a world where her son doesn’t know her. Was the spell really faulty, though? (swanqueen)

Five Flames by MariaComet (U): In the past, Emma Nolan disconnected from her peers in high school, preferring to keep to herself. In her sophomore year of high school, she decided to try and join the boy’s wrestling team because she was bored. She didn’t expect herself to become the champion of the most bullied kid in school or the secret best friend of the school queen. She also didn’t expect to join a club that would change her life. In the present, Emma is trying to cope with a humiliating loss in her martial arts career. She claims to be “training” but is stuck in limbo between wanting to retire and try again. She is isolated from her former best friend, Regina Mills, a local celebrity chef and the rest of her old friends. When one of them calls her with an idea to honor their deceased teacher, she is confronted with unresolved feelings and questions about how powerful love truly is.

A Glamour of Truth by PrincessCharming (T): After 2x10, Regina uses magic to show Emma the obvious truth. A tentative trust forms between them amid hilarious bickering. With Emma's help, Regina struggles to regain a place in her son's life... until Cora arrives, wanting her daughter back. Pieces of Regina's past emerge showing that the board was set long before the game started. The final battle begins soon.

His Dark Materials 'verse by MoonlitMidnight (M): A modern Alternate Universe in which Dæmons (the external physical manifestation of a person's 'inner self' that takes the form of an animal) are present. In which Emma and Regina have led slightly different lives and they make slightly different choices.

How Many Miles to Avalon? (WIP) by RavenOutlander (E): Regina would do anything to save Emma from the darkness and bring her back home safe and sound. Even put up with the two idiots, Captain Guyliner and a bunch of dwarves she decidedly wanted to drop off at the nearest exit. But in their search for Emma, they find that she might not need that much saving after all. Caught up in a search for the infamous Philosopher Stone, an all out war between DunBroch and Camelot, and ghosts from the past to haunt her every waking moment, Regina finds herself scrambling to keep her and her family's happy endings from falling apart.

The Hyperion by FrankenSpine (M): After wishing upon what she believes is a shooting star, Emma Swan finds herself aboard the Hyperion, the royal starship of an alien Queen from a faraway galaxy. She quickly learns of the tensions between the Queen's people and her own, but the Queen takes an interest in her and agrees to take her away from Earth forever. Adventure awaits. *(Loosely based on Guardians of the Galaxy with just a hint of Farscape)*

If Wishes Came True (It Would've Been You) by Angeii_K (M): After Regina films a guest appearance on her friend Neal’s popular show, he invites her to spend the weekend with him and his girlfriend. What she never expected was to actually like the woman. Sparks fly between the two, which results in them questioning everything and making choices they will later regret. 4 years later, they meet again in the most unexpected of ways. Now co-stars on the same show, they are forced to work through the emotions from their last encounter. What will happen next? Only time will tell.

The King Doesn’t Have To Know (WIP) by highheelsandchocolate (M): The White Knight had never seen anyone like her before: the Queen was nothing short of mesmerizing. Her possessive yet neglectful husband, however, was another thing entirely.

The Lich by Dangereaux (M): Gay disaster Emma, exasperated Regina, and a monster. A Halloween special.

Maybe if We Close Our Eyes we Can Reach the Stars by wellthizizdeprezzing (T): Emma is a lonely astronaut. Regina is an adventuring alien. Their paths cross leading them onto a journey of new discovery. Between galaxies and many miles of cold black space, despite not speaking the same language, they manage to fall for each other. An out of this world love story.

A prisoner long forgotten by sugarsweet_19 (M): ‘I wish I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood and as black as the wood of the window-frame. Soon after she had a little girl, who was as white as snow, with lips as red as blood and with her hair as black as the ebony of the window-frame. She was therefore called Snow-white.” This is how our story starts but how will it end?The evil queen as been locked up in a tower and forgotten that is until princess Emma looks for a place to hid from her parents after they tell her she has to marry Neal the son of the dark one.

Revenge of the Three Little Pigs by mskyo (M): Regina and Emma find themselves alone and looking for the rest of their party. The Evil Queen must face the consequences of her past actions. Will Emma come to her aid, or understand that justice must be served... *Some chapters have fairly graphic sex, and violence*

Things I Almost Remember by cheshire6845 (T): A/U Despite an oncoming war between the Dark and the Light, Emma and Regina are best friends growing up in the Enchanted Forest. When war does come, they find themselves on opposite sides. Regina will have to defy her mother to save Emma. Will Emma be able to save Regina when Cora curses her daughter to live in the Land without Magic?

What We Make (WIP) by DiazTuna (M): “My mother.” He says calmly. He’d known all along, she’s aware. But he’d known that today would be the day that would get this going. She wants to ask what it was like, to have woken up this morning, laced up his boots and walked into hell just knowing. “It’s programmed the cyborg to kill her. Before I have a chance to be born.” -In which the leader of the future sends his best soldier back to the past to save his mother from a killer cyborg. Terminator AU.

The Wrong Way by pcworth (M): Takes place right after Zelena steals Regina's heart. Zelena offers Regina a chance to go back in time with her and change both of their lives for the better. But what will be the price of that decision. Slow-burn to SwanQueen

zombie trash by 13pens (T): Zelena could have her brain and eat it, too. Fic operates on three premises 1. this takes place in any universe where zelena is a reformed asshole 2. zombies are a thing and exist iZombie style 3. i have NO chill

#swan queen #fic rec #ouat

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miss jaws !!!! pretty pls could you soon give us that witchrry catch up you promised us ???? 💟☹️

OH YES! IM SORRY HERE YOU GO

“I do not like this form, human! Change me back at once!”

When Y/N said she wanted to try the spell that could give a familiar a human body for a little while, she really had not expected it to go over like this.

How she did imagine it was something cute and simple. She and Harry having nothing to do on a Saturday night bored out of their whits and looking for some mild entertainment. Y/N would remember that she’d seen this spell flipping through one of the books that her Nan sent her in the mail, she’d tell him they should try it, and Harry would agree, of course, because who didn’t want to see an animal as a human? It would be fun, they would get to see what Thumper and Oat would be like as something other than furry little mammals, and then they would change them back and that would be that.

However, when you’re a witch, things rarely go as planned or even think about being as easy. Maybe it was Y/N’s fault (it definitely was), but she had sort of jumped the gun on waiting for a Saturday night that she and Harry were both bored. Instead, on a Thursday night when Harry is supposed to come over after doing some business at one of the bars here, Y/N thought she should just go ahead and make the concoction now. That’s all it was -- some special herbs and mixes that the familiar would consume. She thought it would be easy to just make it, set up somewhere high that Thumper and Oat (who she watched while Harry was working) wouldn’t be able to reach it, and then surprise Harry with the fact that she had made it once he got back.

But of course, just as soon as she’s turned her back to get the lid for the bowl she’d made it in, she turns around to see Thumper with his face buried in the mix, “Hey!” She cried out, but it was already much too late; Thumper’s little nose twitched as it was covered in the pink substance, and there is a flash of light so blinding that Y/N has to close her eyes. When she opens them. . .well, she made the potion correctly. In the place of her grumpy little bunny there is a grumpy looking guy with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed. He had hair as white as Thumper’s fur, very dark colored eyes, and stark naked.

Y/N squealed, covering her eyes but before she could she saw him cover his ears, “Loud! Stop that!”

“I’m sorry,” she rushed to say, a little quieter, “Cover your -- cover your bits!”

“My what?” He sounded irritated, Y/N could only huff -- even if she hadn’t witnessed it happening, there would be no doubt in her mind that this attitude was coming from her bunny.

“The dangly thing between your legs,” she urges, “Cover it!”

There is a disgruntled sigh, “You are so rude! Why am I human? I want to be a bunny again!”

Y/N peeked her eyes open a little to make sure he had something over him, and she sees he’d settled with his hand, “Well if you would have just waited instead of sticking your nose in something that wasn’t yours, I could have explained what it was before you went and eat it! You’re such a naughty bunny.”

“I am not! You are a naughty witch. Who wants to be human anyway?” He plucked Oat up when had come around to sniff the bowl, “Don’t eat this Oat, it tastes like oranges, limes, and lemons all wrapped into one.”

Squinting, Y/N is about to scold him for being mean when the sound of a throat clearing drags their attention away from glaring at each other. He looks confused, his head tilted and his mouth had fallen open just slightly, “Who is the naked guy?” He inquired casually and said naked guy, turns his nose up at him.

“I am Thumper, can’t you see?” He sneered.

“Thumper, be nice!”

Harry hums low, “I could have sworn Thumper was about 60 centimeters tall and also a rabbit.”

“I made that -- the potion thingy, to give the familiar a human form, remember? And I was going to cover it and wait until you got home so that we could try it but someone immediately went over and started eating it!” Y/N looked back over to Thumper who is still scowling, and this is around the time he would usually stomp his foot then hop away to a different room. Seeing as he can’t hop, he stomps his foot and storms out of the room instead, still clutching Oat to his chest.

When they were out of the room, Y/N turned to face Harry with a deep pout on her mouth. He chuckled warmly, opening his arms for her, and she crosses the room to him quickly. She buries her face in his neck (he smelled like cold air and pine needles) and melts into the hug, “You’re silly, d’ya know that?” He rubbed up and down her back in large circles, “You know Thumper never minds his business when you make something that looks edible. And can I be honest? I really didn’t expect him to look. . .”

“Cute?” Y/N fills in for him, and Harry hums in agreement, “Yeah, I always imagined him as a grumpy old sod in his 70s, so you can say I’m also a little shocked.”

He laughs again, only this time he slipped away from her, looping his fingers around her wrist, “C’mon,” he murmured, “Let’s go see what they’re up to before he burns the flat down out of spite.”

. . .

As always, for some reason or another, Thumper takes better to Harry despite literally being Y/N’s familiar. He eventually calms down but only because Harry offered him the whole bag of carrot chips in the fridge, and asks him what he would like to watch on TV. When he choose animal planet, both Y/N and Harry hold back a snicker so they wouldn’t piss him off all over again. And despite not being happy about it, he does put on the boxers Harry gives him.

And like always, while Y/N and Harry are snuggled together on the couch watching the telly and waiting out for Thumper to relax enough to stop grumbling and grousing about how much this form stinks. He was always grumpy for a time but then relaxed after a while and usually crawled his way into Y/N or Harry’s lap to sleep. They figured he would alter it some since now he was about 160lbs at 6ft, but Thumper was not one to conform to anything with others in mind. If he wanted in a lap, he was getting in a lap, which is how Harry and Y/N both ended up with him stretched out across their thighs with his head resting on the couch pillow.

It was odd, but objectively, weirder things had happened.

He told them Oat didn’t want to be a human and kept her cuddled against him so he could “protect her from you rotten humans” and they both allowed it to happen, so she was snuggled up too. It was just a big cuddle pile, much how they usually are only with more human legs and arms than usual. Ultimately, he did calm down enough that they could pick his brain a little bit, and learn more about him than what was usually permitted between he and Y/N’s thought transference. Even then, at his calmest, it was like pulling teeth to get much of anything out of him.

“How long have you been around?”

“A very long time.”

“Well, yeah, but in years --”

“Many years.”

Y/N sighed, and Harry would squeeze her shoulder, chewing hard on his lip to stop himself from giggling, “Alright,” she continued, “Where were you born?”

“Earth.”

“Thumper,” Harry plucked Oat up from where she’d been sitting on his shoulder, “Oat wants to know too, she said! You wouldn’t keep her from knowing, would you?”

Thumper, whose eyes had been closed (they were completely black, which was a little startling to say the least, but nobody brings it up), blinks one of them open and peeks over at Oat who is looking at him with her head tilted. With a small huff, he readjusted himself, closing his eyes once more, “I have been around for 980 years,” he answered, and a small smile twitches at his mouth when they both gasp, “I was born in the Netherlands, and my first owner called me Finn. I hate this name, but she was not a witch and often fed me many good plants from her garden, so I suffered through it.”

Under the guise of Oat wanting to know, Thumper tells them plenty about himself, and it becomes quite clear why he was such a grumpy guy. He’d been around for years upon years and constantly switched owners, more often than not because they did something to upset him. Sometimes they would forget about him, sometimes they would step on his paw, other times they would call him mean names, and the worst of it -- they would punish him for nibbling on things. “I always wait for you to do something to upset me, but you have done nothing yet.”

“Shouldn’t you give me the benefit of the doubt at this point?” She patted at his full belly and he swatted her hand, “You did come to my doorstep didn’t you? S’not even like I stole you from the woods.”

“I smelled fresh fruit and plants, how was I to know I’d find a gardening witch? The imprinting was unintentional!”

Y/N pouted, Harry tugged her closer to him though and traced looping patterns into her arm, “You know he loves you,” Harry tells her, then takes a turn to poke at Thumper’s belly -- he swats him away too which makes Y/N feel a little better, “Oat tells me all the time how much nice stuff he says about you. He even comforts you when you’re sad! I think this grumpy stuff is all an act.”

Thumper’s brows furrow but he does not deny it, instead, he crosses his arms and turns his face away.

She smiles.

He eventually changes back after five hours and it was while they all had fallen asleep. One moment there was a very heavy presence with their arms circled around Y/N’s waist, with their head on her belly -- the next there’s a furry little body sat in her lap. He curled up in a tighter ball and snuggled nearer -- he didn’t even nip her when she pulled him up to sleep in her arms. Y/N maneuvers them both, and in doing so stirs Harry, who accommodates her. Her back to his chest, his arm flopped over her body, Thumper in her arms, and Oat sleeping at the top of Harry’s head.

Y/N wonders how she ever got to sleep without being like this.

#BLURBS

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