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evilwickedme · 1 year
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Do you perhaps have stephcass recs?
*shows up literally over two months later like a person who takes a normal amount of time to answer asks* yes hello I do have stephcass recs
unfortunately I have been known to answer these things too quickly and then read better fics that would have fit the prompt and then I can't get anon to send me the fic request again (smallville!clois anon I'm begging you to give me another chance) so when I saw my meager collection I decided to wait until I had something to pick from
and we all know what shipping a sapphic ship is like. hell, I'm not even exempt from this. so many phenomenal sapphic ships just get relegated to secondary or even tertiary pairing and never get their own quality stories. and I'm a picky reader as is, so...
anyway I've gathered a few of the best fics I've encountered that actually focus on our beloved batgirls I hope you enjoy!!
Meet Me Where You're Going is such an easy read considering it's the longest fic on this list. it deals with the batgirl mantle and the circumstances surrounding Cass giving it to Steph and also deals with you know just the drama of falling in love with the person who's most important in the whole world to you. it's plotty but not a casefic per se, mostly just using the plot as an excuse to move the emotions along
The Haunting of Wayne Manor is a historical au in that it certainly takes place before cellphones and depends on governesses being normal but I have no idea when it takes place otherwise. it's tagged as gothic horror but I feel like it's mostly atmospheric. idk how to describe this it's really good and the writing is really intricate I had a lot of fun and was on the edge of my seat the whole time
seven different kinds of light (welling up inside you) - autistic!cass needs to figure out if they're sisters before they make out, which is fair
lost in translation is sooo cute like Cass thinks Steph is afraid of her because she's never seen a crush enacted upon her before and so like nerves and butterflies are coming off all wrong lmao. Cass's bodyreading skills can't defend her against the useless lesbian pitfall of SHE LIKES YOU OH MY GOD
finally for today, sanctuary in haunted city #1 is a no-capes au where Cass has been off in Hong Kong for a while and Steph has somehow never even heard of her despite being incredibly involved with the Wayne family (still dated Tim, for example). Cass moves back to Gotham and Steph is immediately smitten. it also has a bit of the "are you my sister" angst but really only for like, six seconds. sooo cute
anyway more people should write stephcass fics. it's on my list after the bajillion of other projects I'm in the middle of but until I get my life together and write every idea I've ever had I beg of all of you to please just write something for stephcass they deserve it
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rillette · 5 months
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HI SOUP I MADE. I MADE AN AU (AM MAKING AN AU?) ANYWAY IT'S MARVEL AND DC MIXED TOGETHER.
It's kinda no-capes. Powers aren't exactly there but ya know. Anyway it's a wrestling au. And. And hal and Barry are in a tag team. What do you think their name as a group should be ? I was thinking "cherry sours" but idk. You're cool at this stuff. I need to figure out like. Uh. Separate names for them too but ya know
hi mashall!!! ooooooo thats such a fun au idea!!! hal and barry tag team names...... hmmmmm....... stoplights, the crash test dummies, lightspeed..... thats about all i can muster up for the moment 🫡
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senoritaimperfecta · 2 years
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Making the decision to post all these together before I chicken out
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needle-foot-art · 3 years
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Decided I might as well track small ideas for reverse au headcanons. These aren’t all of them though. Maybe if I ever make a ref sheet I’ll write them all down... Coraline:
-Combat mostly consists of getting people off guard with false body language I’m thinking.
-Shapeshifter, as was the Beldam, but with much less experience in comparison. Thus, she has a nice suit of armor to help her keep a human shape when overly stressed or just feeling extreme emotions in general.
-Problem is, when it gets so bad, it all kinda explodes out the head. (below the cut off, cw: Body Horror)
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neshabeingchildish · 4 years
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WEEK FOUR: GENERAL PROMPTS ♡ 1/27 | Fluff #1
So, in true Nesha fashion, I’m gonna go a little bit in a direction that I’m unsure of whether or not it’s what is being sought out, but my interpretation of the prompts. Idk if I’ll keep up with it this week. We’ll see what type of feedback I get about today’s… Which… Anybody paying any attention to me will know that Fluff is not my ministry, but I’ll give it a try. Here is my premise: I am going to take the AU universes that I put out last week and give y’all a drabble for each with this week’s concepts. At least, that’s my goal. So, here goes.
No Capes AU   ♡ Charlotte, Student Mentor
There he was. Henry Hart. he was at his locker, which wasn’t very far from Charlotte’s and he actually didn’t look as tired as usual… but then again, school had just started. Piper rushed up and slammed herself against the locker next to him, and began talking to him, excitedly. He smiled at her, but wasn’t responding very much. It seemed more like he was a venting board for whatever she was speaking about. Charlotte watched the two of them for a moment. Piper, looking extremely animated and passionate and Henry just listening, sometimes making a face, but for the most part, smiling down at her. Then, whenever he closed the locker, she perched herself onto his arm and they began walking away. Charlotte wished she had a sibling in moments like that. There wasn’t a person that she could be that way with, except for Jasper, and that wasn’t QUITE the same because she couldn’t even go to his house. It was just cute to see the sibling love. They were sort of like parent/child, sort of like besties. She didn’t GET it, but she loved to see it.
Next day, whenever she saw Henry at his locker, she went over. “Hi, Henry.” He froze whenever he heard her voice, a thing that didn’t escape her notice, but he glanced at her and just nodded his head once in acknowledgment. “So, I wanted to touch base with you. I’m sure that Piper told you that I’m her student mentor for the program this year, so that means that I’ll probably be around your house some, for tutoring or whatever else. Wanted to see how you felt about that…”
“Because of what happened with us?” He wondered. “I’m fine. I’m over it. Just… don’t do that to her. She’s really a lot better than me and she deserves for somebody to invest some faith in her.”
“I… had faith in you…” Charlotte said, realizing that she didn’t even believe it when she said it at that moment.
“You had faith in yourself to change me, and when you couldn’t, it was because you didn’t have any in me. But, that’s okay. I’ve realized since then that I didn’t need to change. My surroundings needed to. And they kinda have, so… hooray for me. Don’t… use my sister for your transcript, Charlotte. I love you, but I would have to protect her if you seem to be doing something that might hurt her,”
Charlotte laughed, “You love me? Okay, Henry.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
Henry narrowed his and looked at her curiously, “Well, love is a choice and it is an action word. It isn’t a feeling. You were good to me in the best way that you knew how to be and I, being a grateful person who appreciates the good that is given me, have chosen to love you for it. I mean… nobody picks on you like they used to. Creeps stay away. If anybody does try anything, I’ve got your back. Love doesn’t have to be flowers and serenades, Dude. I love you in the Henry way. So, deal with that however you’re gonna, and consider it when you handle Piper. Because with her, love is a choice AND a feeling, and I just don’t play when it comes to that kinda love.”
“I’m not gonna do anything to hurt Piper!” Charlotte said, flustered. By the suggestion and by that whole weird love confession that honestly sounded more like, “Charlotte, I consider you a valued friend.” But, was worded in a way that made her face hot and her hands fidgety.
“Better not,” Henry said and winked at her. “See you ‘round.” He gave her a friendly punch to the shoulder and walked off, leaving her warm faced and sweaty palmed. What TF just happened???
A/N: It also should be noted that since I chose to do this thing this way today, I can’t put it all in one post, because that would be a monster! So, I am posting separate universe shorts and I’ll put them on a master post per prompt for y’all. I have several more to go. Sorry or you’re welcome. Accept that which applies.
I had stopped tagging folks, because honestly, I can’t ever remember who is reading what anymore, but I sorta remember who responded to this particular AU, so if I left people off, sorry to them people.
@chenoahchantel @henry-p-fart  @ciara-knightly @up-the-tube @kiddangers @rorythevambire @pearlselegancies
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poetatertot · 4 years
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tagged by @carry-a-world who knows I am very much doing nothing rn 😂😂
ARE YOU STAYING HOME FROM WORK/SCHOOL?  yes! all schools are closed so I am out of work (and I don't even qualify for unemployment, how nice right)
IF YOU’RE STAYING HOME, WHO IS THERE WITH YOU? my mom and little brother. although mom is sick, so we have to talk to her through a gated doorway so one of our dumb cats doesn't go in and terrorize the other
ARE YOU A HOMEBODY? 1000% yes. I have had zero problem being stuck in mandatory quarantine thanks to my fervor for writing and baking. if anything, this lockdown just highlighted how I don't really leave my house...
AN EVENT THAT YOU WERE LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT GOT CANCELLED? uhhh working every day to pay my loans? LOL maybe the day trip @issun-boshi invited me on to Julian. there was supposed to be fruit picking and pretty tulips and now I get to just look at the fruit in my kitchen fruit bowl
WHAT MOVIES HAVE YOU WATCHED RECENTLY? I am not a movie person (it's almost impossible for me to sit for that long without my mind wandering) but I did see Fatal Journey! Love me some Ji Li, and it gave me big Nie Bros Feelings 😔
WHAT SHOWS ARE YOU WATCHING? again, really hard for me to sit and just focus on a show. @carry-a-world and I started Big Windup! recently though, and I've been trying (and failing) to get through the kdrama Coffee Prince. I think I need something with more action and blood. Maybe I'll just rewatch The Untamed idk
WHAT MUSIC ARE YOU LISTENING TO?  I live Surgically Attached to my earbuds, so I'm always listening to something, but lately I've been super into Dua Lipa's new album and Allie X's Cape God. I also recently made a playlist for a new AU (hehehe) that slaps if I do say so myself.
WHAT ARE YOU READING? ....MDZS fanfic? 😂 I've been writing more than reading, but right now I'm halfway through so take my hand (take my whole life too) which is an AMAZING 92k wangxian baby acquisition fic you should all read if you have the time! It's seriously so cute.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR SELF-CARE? I still maintain the bare bones of a routine (getting up about 8am, changing, being clean, making coffee). I also am cooking and baking a lot since I have to make all the meals for my mom right now. Perhaps the biggest things, though, are writing and talking to friends. My life the past few weeks has been a little terrifying with my mother being sick (she's already asthmatic and immunocompromised) so relying on my social circle and escaping into writing have been how I've coped. I couldn't have done it without either of them!
I got a little real with this one because it is my life right now, but nobody else has to be serious about this! I'll tag @issun-boshi @queen-of-seventeen @soft-ravenclaw-apollo @thespacebetweenworlds and @silver-cat-kitkat, if you guys would like to try it out! 💖💗💕
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Area 51: The Raid
Based on this post: https://strickenwithclairvoyance.tumblr.com/post/186397436216/uh-fbiarea-51-au-wherein-virgil-is-logans-fbi Warnings: Gun mentions, (very) mild swearing, Logan being very very sassy, Virgil has Big Crush (tell me if I should add anything!) Pairing: Analogical Author’s note: Should I write a part two for this? Idk. I trust y’all who read it to tell me what to do. Tags for those who asked: @strickenwithclairvoyance @an-absolute-failure
   Virgil stifled a yawn, keeping his grip on his gun while he raised his free hand to cover his mouth. Patrol duty. Most boring job in the roster.
   Well, that wasn’t completely true. Until recently, FBI monitoring had been fun. He only had one charge at the moment, since he was also on the patrol schedule, and he was always interesting. Whether he was searching up something crazy sounding enough Virgil almost should have called it in, or performing an experiment with his laptop open and catching every explosion and success, Logan Berry was exciting to watch.
   Within the past few weeks, however, things had drastically changed. Logan was on his laptop less and less, and when he was on, it was for mundane searches. He had even taped over his camera, leaving Virgil only to watch his search history, which sucked.
   Not that he missed seeing that cute, concentrated face- no, that would be a conflict of interest. He’d be reassigned. He was just annoyed that he couldn’t see if Logan was building a bomb or anything.
   Yep. Perfectly understandable work reasons.
   He hadn’t been on at all for the last three days, and Virgil had been trying to pretend he wasn’t, since he was his only ticket out of extra patrols. He had avoided getting more placements in the schedule, but he couldn’t hide behind his screen for forever.
   At the very least, Virgil figured, it was a historic day to be on patrol. September twentieth. The day the internet said it would storm the base. Not that he believed it, but the way some of the younger soldiers buzzed by him with nervous energy was an amusing sight.
   Virgil had just risked a glance at his watch- fifteen minutes left before his break- when he heard the squeal of warning sirens. Glancing up, he saw the lights had flashed on as well.
   He scrambled to pull out his communicator, the screen lighting up with an impossible number of red dots. Enemies on the horizon.
   Or, in this case, internet browsers who did not fear death.
   Warnings were blaring alongside reminders that this was a shoot on-sight base, and to not hesitate to pull the trigger. Numbers and codes and squadrons were listed off on where they were to go. Virgil practically deflated in relief when he heard his section was called to defend the interior of the base.
   He didn’t want to shoot anyone- Virgil was an agent who mostly watched a monitor all day and complained about walking; he could kill but he really would rather not. Keeping that in mind, Virgil picked a random hallway, heading down it until he found one that dead-ended in a huge, metal door with three different types of locks on it.
   Virgil nodded as he stationed himself in front of the door. No one would be getting down here.
   After a few minutes, the sirens shut off, the lights still flashing in warning. At the end of the hall, it was nearly dead silent as the red light bounced on and off of him. Virgil didn’t like this corner very much, but if it meant no dealing with people, he could work with it.
   Apparently, he had been too assured of his spot too soon. In the silent hall, the sound of metal cracking from above rang out like gunfire. Virgil aimed his weapon in the direction of the noise, training kicking in and stopping him from shaking as the movement stopped somewhere only a few feet in front of him. The sound of metal clanging against metal sounded loudly before a vent cover fell down and crashed in front of Virgil.
   He was proud to say he barely flinched as he held his gun at the opening.
   After a moment of silence, someone dropped down from the ducts, swinging off the edge and hitting the ground so flawlessly Virgil thought a leaf dropping to the ground would have been louder. Whoever they were, they were facing the wrong direction, allowing Virgil to only see the brown-yellow cape they were sporting.
   Virgil tightened his grip but didn’t say anything. If they started walking away, he’d call them out, but for the moment he treasured the possible element of surprise.
   The stranger stood in place for a moment, seemingly getting their bearings, before their cape began to swirl as they turned towards Virgil. He adjusted his grip on the gun one final time as they faced him, hood of their cloak in their eyes.
   “Hold still! Put your hands on your head and do not move!” Virgil barked automatically. The stranger jerked, clearly startled, before calmly doing as they were told. Virgil gestured with his weapon.
   “If it makes you feel better, sir, I’m not armed.” The stranger told him, voice surprisingly controlled. “Got a smoke bomb on my hip if you want that.”
   Virgil knew he probably should have taken it, but the stranger seemed to understand the chance of him getting shot was high enough the risk to grab the bomb wouldn’t be worth it. He gestured with his weapon. “Lose the hood.”
   The stranger nodded curtly in understanding, slowly raising his hands a few inches to hook the edge of the hood with his thumbs, flicking it off before placing his hands back down on perfectly slicked back, dark brown hair.
   Virgil’s eyes widened. “Logan?”
   Logan’s eyes widened as well. “Excuse me, do I know you?”
   “Uh, no, you wouldn’t.” Virgil responded, shaking his head once, trying to focus on the situation. “What the Hell are you doing breaking in here?”
   “Research study.” Logan responded.
   “To see how fast you can get shot?”
   “To see what technology and, possibly, what sort of life the government has access to.” Logan responded evenly. “This is a serious inquiry. I wish you’d treat it as such.”
   Virgil smirked, trying not to laugh. He knew Logan could be a little crazy sometimes when it came to his studies, but this? This was a whole new level. “I’m not the one in a dirt cape at gunpoint.”
   Logan frowned and looked almost disappointed in Virgil. “Please, agent, it’s a sand cape. Blends in with the desert outside your door.”
   “Oh, so it’s ‘agent’, now?” Virgil asked, cocking an eyebrow. “What happened to ‘sir?’”    “I realized you weren’t worthy of the title.”
   “Oof.” Virgil responded mockingly. “That hurt.”
   Logan didn’t respond for a moment, the edge of his mouth slowly turning up. “You’re not like the other soldiers here, are you?”
   Virgil scoffed. “You trying to flirt with me?”
   Logan rolled his eyes. “I just meant you seem to actually have a brain. Of the twenty other guards I’ve passed, they just shot whatever they saw. You’re asking questions. Even if they are rather moronic questions…”
   “Technically they’re just doing their jobs.” Virgil replied, marveling at the nerd’s nerve given he had a gun pointed in his (cute) face. “I’m breaking the law by not shooting you, actually.”
   “And I’m breaking the law by being here.” Logan matched in a tone that suggested Virgil should get in the rule-breaking line.
   “So I noticed.”
   Logan’s smile grew a little bit, still cocky despite the gun, and Virgil wondered if his computer camera had been dirty, because despite seeing that smile in a million different variations this one somehow seemed to be making him blush. “What are you going to do now?”
   Virgil tilted his head. “What do you mean?”
   “You can’t take me in, since I’m supposed to be shot on sight.” Logan answered. “And know I mean it as a compliment when I say you don’t look like you’re going to do that.”
   Virgil resisted the urge to curse and lose what little control of the situation he had. “Say I’m not.” He settled for after a moment. “What do I do then?”
   Logan nodded behind Virgil, where the heavy, guarded door waited. “Can I assume you don’t have the clearance to get that open?”
   “...You can.”
   “Care to see what’s behind it anyways?” Logan asked. “I’ve got all the tools we’ll need.”
   “Logan, are you asking me to betray my government?”
   Logan frowned. “Okay, it’s still weird you know my name.”
   Virgil laughed sheepishly. “Uh, let’s just say all those jokes about FBI agents watching you might not just be jokes.”
   “That’s… quite the coincidence.” Logan said after a moment. “Though I guess switching my research to a more secure device was not a mistake after all.”
   “I was wondering why you disappeared. Area fifty-one prep?”
   Logan nodded.
   “Should’ve guessed.” Virgil admitted with a chuckle. “Man, you did a lot of weird experiments over the years. You should be happy I didn’t bring you in.”
   “That might have been interesting, actually.” Logan responded. “Though I do feel I’m at a disadvantage, given you know not only my name but… well, quite a good bt about my life, I assume.”
   “If it helps, I’m new to your case.” Virgil said with a shrug. “Two years, now, I think? Still plenty of crazy crap to watch, though.”
   Logan smirked. “Ah, yes, because two years is such a short, insignificant amount of time to have been relentlessly watching someone.”
   Dammit he’s sarcastic too
   Virgil smirked back, ignoring his internal monologue. “I can offer my name, if it’ll please you.”
   “Nothing pleases me.”
   “Great, we’ll get along swell.” Virgil responded in stride. “I’m Virgil.”
   “Well, then, Virgil, now that we’re clearly so close, would you do me the honor of not pointing that gun at me and allowing me to break into your secret facility even more?” Logan asked, not even close to sounding like he meant it.
   Virgil hesitated for a moment, hefting his gun uncertainly, before he lowered it back into the ready-to-aim position. “Certainly.”
   A wide, genuine smile of curiosity and scientific excitement broke out on Logan’s face at that as he pulled his hands off his head, already brushing past Virgil as he pulled something out of a pocket within the cloak. “Glad to see you’re not completely mindless.”
   “Why is it that your every sentence is an attack?” Virgil inquired as he turned to watch the hallway, not sure what he’d do if one of his coworkers appeared.
   “Just the amount of material I have to work with.” Logan replied cheekily as something beeped. “Also, your fingerprint scanner? It’s a joke.”
   “Area fifty-one has to get its humor in somewhere.”
   Another beep. “Same goes to your card scanner. Never heard of chip replication via scant tracing?”
   Virgil was happy to be facing away from Logan, deciding he didn’t need to embrasses himself before his crus- uh, before a civilian by how utterly confused he looked. “I guess not.”
   Logan hummed, a few more quiet noises sounding before an obnoxiously wrong beep sounded. “Of course, save the worst for last…” Logan muttered.
   Virgl risked a glance backwards, finding Logan frowning at a keypad. “Need some help?”
   Logan turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. “From someone competent, perhaps.”
   Virgil rolled his eyes as he walked over to the door, examining the pad. It was simple, sleek, and not meant to leave any prints behind to help a couple of lawbreakers get in. There were no notes on it, either, so no password hints.
   Frowning, Virgil thought back to a few months ago when his supervisor had been bragging about being important enough to be trusted with programming the new keypads across the building. He tried to think of what his tool of a boss would have made the code.
   After a moment, Virgil had an idea. Punching in the numbers, he felt Logan’s eyes over his shoulder as he hit enter. For a second, nothing happened as the numbers were processed.
   And then… a happy beep and the loud click of the door’s deadbolt sliding out of place rang through the hall. Virgil grinned.
   “One-eighteen-five-one-five-one?” Logan repeated as Virgil pulled away from the door, glancing behind him once more.
   “Area fifty-one in all numbers.” Virgil explained. “I know the dude who set this system up. To put it lightly, he’s a fool.”
   “Lucky for us, eh?” Logan asked, glancing down the hall as well. “Plus, it has proven your worth to this study.”
   “You can stop calling it a study, you know.” Virgil teased. “It’s clearly just revolution with a chance to see aliens.”
   “You mock my study.” Logan replied. “That’s our mission statement.”
   Virgil snorted on reflex, covering his mouth immediately afterwards. “You don’t say?”
   Before Logan could respond, the sound of stomping boots and quietly shouted orders carried down the hall. From what Virgil could tell, its source wasn’t too far away.
   “You’ve got to hurry up if you don’t want to get caught.” Virgil warned him, taking a few more steps backwards as he raised his gun slightly. “I can try and distract them-”
   Virgil stopped when he felt Logan tugging at his arm, pulling him towards the door and forcing him to lower his gun once more. When he looked questioningly at Logan, the clever civilian just rolled his eyes. “I’ve deemed you an asset to this study, I’m not about to lose you to distraction duty.”
   Despite the seriousness of their situation, Virgil couldn’t help but smile and tease, “Aw, Logan, you care about me that much?”
   Virgil had expected another sarcastic remark, not Logan glancing away with what he could have sworn was a blush on his cheeks as he responded, “Just hurry up before I change my mind.”
   Virgil spared one last glance behind them, the sound of marching soldiers not getting any farther away. “Alright, alright, just open the door.”
   Logan nodded, grabbing the metal handle and twisting it hard as he pushed. The door didn’t budge. He briefly tried to pull it, only to find even more resistance. Logan huffed as he pushed again, putting his shoulder to the door this time, only barely getting a gap.
   Virgil looked back to see Logan failing to shove the door open. “You got it?”
   “Your… stupid government door… is excessively… heavy.” Logan responded in between grunts as he managed to get a minor gap to open. Getting worried about how loud the soldiers were getting, Virgil moved to put his shoulder against the door as well, surprised by how heavy it was.
   “You’re right.” Virgil agreed after a moment as the door slowly slid more and more open, inch by inch, the words of the general ordering the approaching troop almost close enough to be understood.
   “I know.” Logan said, somehow managing the quip despite the effort he was putting into just getting the door open. Virgil tried not to focus on that as he heard the sound of guns clicking, the steps almost right outside the hall-
   All of a sudden, Logan was tapping his shoulder as he slipped through the just barely wide enough gap, signaling to Virgil to hurry and follow.
   “Halt! On orders of the US government-”
   Virgil slipped in after him before he could hear the end of the sentence, the door slamming shut and blocking out any sound from behind. The passage they were in now was dimly lit, the lights in emergency mode, and Virgil could just barely make out the figure of an impatient Logan waiting a few feet away, waving for him to follow him deeper into the tunnel of mystery.
   Virgil took a second to turn back towards the door, it apparently as thick as it was heavy for all the noises he could hear through it (none). Turning back, Logan was waving even more demandingly.
   With another heft of his gun, the only thing currently familiar to him, Virgil acquiesced to his demands.
   No turning back now.
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mychoerrys · 6 years
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voltron youtuber au
@luckymuppets
(Adam is alive in this bc i love him)
The voltron squad is like shane’s squad
They have a group channel called voltron (wow)
Everyone has their own channels but they don’t post much
Their most popular video is “RAIDING TOYS R US A DAY BEFORE IT CLOSES” 
It ends up on trending
At the end lance proposes to Keith and they never said it in the vid description or title cus they don’t do clickbait
Lance bought everyone hoverboards in their lion colors 
Allura tagged along and got an iconic pink hoverboard
Keith rode his hoverboard as soon as they bought it and he broke it on the way out
When Lance got on one knee to propose Keith fell on his hoverboard 
Hunk bought thomas the train sunglasses (kid size) and neon pink sandals and walked out like a meme
Shiro is the camera man cus shiro hates doing things and Pidge and Hunk took over the camera and sneaked into the employees room
Keith and Lance sneaked in before they did
Pidge and Hunk walked in to see klance making out
After toys r us they went to chipotle 
Hunk was critiquing the food the whole time
He enjoyed it tho
Hes a good boy
HE SHOVED HIS BURRITO AT PIDGES FACE
but he made her cheesecake so its fine
He felt sO GUILTY AWW MY BOYY
(Ikea)
VIDCON TRIP !!
( idk how vidcon works fans go too right)
Hunk and Pidge were doing meet ups in Chicago so they didn’t go
Keith, Lance, Shiro, and Adam were invited to have their own panel
They were all so confused 
Especially Adam 
adam: wtf im not even in half the vids
Shiro: oh yeah when i recorded you  doing my eyeliner i posted it and the fans loVED you 
Keith and Lance were confused bc tf?? What will they do at the panel?? They do vlogs?? What??
Keith and Lance bring big pride flags (their pride obvi)
They wear them on their backs like capes
They walk into vidcon with shake shack burgers and fries in their hands
Lance: man are we not good enough for this look lotor has his own signing table
Keith: lance babe we have a panel at vidcon and were vloggers
Shiro came up with interacting with the fans who didn’t go to vidcon by making a twitter poll on what to say at the panel
Lance decided to talk about being a poc and how he’s treated lesser and called dumb for being a latino and coming from cuba. He tells everyone in the audience that it doesn’t matter your race or color of skin, and that they’re all equally valid. He talks about coming out to his parents and how nobody should be pressured into coming out.
Keith talks about how people assume he’s from China. Because anyone with those eyes is from China. There is no such thing as Korea, Saudi Arabia, Asia, or India. He talks about how even if your parents weren’t there for you, that your friends will always be your real fam.
part two later
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Mon Ange
Promp-, oh you fucking get it by now
Author: @destielthedeathofme
Tags/Genre: Dauphin Dean, French royalty, au, Guard Cas, destiel, fluff, oneshot.
Warnings: I fucking curse.
Summary: Castiel and Dean speaking French. If that isn't enough for you to read the fic then idk bro.
A/n: You can literally google translate most of the french in here, it's not awesome and I totally messed up the way French Royalty works please don't be offended.
~♡~
Paris was beautiful at this time of night.
Unfortunately Castiel could not enjoy it.
He was stuck babysitting the Dauphin of France, Dean Winchester The III. "Un royal douler dans le cul" as Castiel thought of him.
The Dauphin treated Castiel like his personal assistant, more than his body guard. Castiel wasn't his damn garde de chien.
Castiel hadn't ever seen the man. Only merely heard of his arrogance. And experienced for that matter. From tailoring his clothes, to changing meetings, Castiel had truly done it all. He was in the Garde du Corps for gods-sake, not a simple assistant. Didn't he have maids and butlers for that? Castiel shuddered at the memory of fending off several ambassadors who were furious at the last minute cancellations of meetings the Dauphin was so infamously known for.
"C'est des conneries." Castiel mumbled to no one in particular.
A deep chuckle was heard from behind him,"I hope that was not directed at me."
Castiel turned to see the Dauphin of France, recognzing him from paintings.
The paintings did him absolutely no justice.
His hair, blessed by the Sun King himself, lips able to make the purest of priests to sin, eyes the brightest shinings stars in Paris.
The man was utter perfection.
Castiel was a helpless romantic, but Paris did that to a man. City of love, oui?
Castiel fumbled into a bow, stuttering out a no.
Castiel refused to get up from the bow, scared of what other feature the Dauphin would captivate him with.
His hat landed with a thud at the Dauphin's feet.
The Dauphin's chuckles had turned into a full fledged laugh.
Castiel's face burned, just his luck.
The Dauphin hauled him up by the shoulders, picking up his hat.
"Merci, mon ange, I haven't laughed like that in awhile, you're the newbie aren't you?"
Castiel cringed at that, yes he was the newbie, no one around here seemed to let him forget it. He ignored the fact that he just called him angel.
"Yes, monsieur I am." Castiel replied heaving a sigh.
"Ah well, I have not had dinner yet, are there any other events I must attend this evening?" He looked at Castiel.
Castiel hated himself for it, but he knew the Dauphin's schedule by heart and indeed there was nothing planned tonight.
"No, Dauphin." He replied, slowly getting over the fact that he was handsome and focusing more on the fact that he was annoying.
"Excellente, well, I shall have dinner in my chamber." The Dauphin exclaimed, Castiel nearly snorted, the man was probably excited to be able to do something by himself. He didn't let his mind register the fact that Castiel would be in the Dauphin's CHAMBER.
Castiel walked briskly behind Dean, trying very hard not to step on his cape.
They arrived at the Dauphin's chamber, and Castiel was surprised that it was not as extravagant as the rest of the palace. Simple white walls, a large bed, a study, nothing special.
Maybe he wasn't a brat.
After telling a few servants to bring food, which thankfully Castiel didn't have to do. They both waited in the room, awkwardly one might add.
The Dauphin was looking curiously at Castiel. Not even bothering to sneak glances, instead just plain staring.
The Dauphin suddenly put on an extrmely wicked look and proceeded to take of his overcoat.
Castiel almost let out a gasp, why was he undressing?
Thankfully there was a sharp knock on the door as food was delievered.
Castiel made his way to the door, determined not to look at the man.
Once food had been set on a small study in the room, Castiel looked up praying the Dauphin was not naked. Not that he would mind.
He was not naked, much to Castiel's disappointment, but wore a very fluffy robe, looking comical.
The Dauphin visibly relaxed at the sight of the food.
Although Castiel wouldn't call that dinner, there were several plates filled with cheeses, cakes, macaroons, croissants, and other delicacies. Several different wines laid out before the Dauphin and Castiel rolled his eyes at it.
Most people didn't even get one meal.
The Dauphin's annoying evil smirk returned as he dramatically said,"I think you should taste this for me." holding a piece of cake.
Castiel stiffened, he wasn't supposed to eat with royalty.
"Would you want your Dauphin poisoned mon ange?"
Castiel shook his head, although at this point he wouldn't mind.....
Castiel took a very small piece of the cake. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten cake.
He all but moaned in satisfaction, if this cake was poisoned it was worth it. His tongue swirled through the taste.
"Oh mon dieu, it's perf- Uh I mean it's not poisoned Dauphin." Castiel stuttered out triumphant that he caught himself.
The Dauphin practically glowed with delight at that the smirk not leaving his features.
"Try the wine, to be sure, mon ange."
Castiel begrudgingly tasted the wine, not surprises that it was simply just as exquisite as the cake.
It took Castiel a few more slices of cake and sips of wine to realize he was practically on a date with the Dauphin of France.
And the Dauphin just grinned back after he was confronted, replying,
"Maybe you should sleep in my bed mon ange, just to make sure it's comfortable enough"
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lostinthewinterwood · 4 years
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Hey there friend!  Thanks for creating something for me, especially something so long! :D
 I hope you have fun with this—if you want more ideas, my other exchange letters are here, and you can find fandom-specific tags below.  If you’re looking to make treats I’d be delighted to receive them in any medium.
  General DNW
non-con/dub-con; non-canonical permanent major character death; heavy angst; hurt no comfort; on-page deliberate self-harm*; on-page suicide; smut; gore; grimdark; complete downer endings; character bashing; incest; cringe comedy; a/b/o; mpreg; graphic eye trauma; graphic hand trauma; issuefic; unrequested full-setting aus; unrequested identity headcanons; unrequested romance as the main plot.
*I don’t include things like, say, punching a wall in a fit of emotion under this. however, something like cutting would not be appreciated.
  General Likes
– I really like plotty fics
– Secret identity and disguise shenanigans, the more layers to them and more absurdity the better.
– Crossdressing for whatever reason and gender disguises, also for whatever reason, though not as a fetish thing—that I enjoy less.
– Time travel and time loops are always fun, especially as a fix-it.  I have a general preference for Peggy Sue style (aka, an older character getting put back in their younger body at an earlier point in the timeline) over the character’s physical body stepping back in time, but either one is good.
– A focus on family and/or friendship, especially characters realizing they’re not nearly as alone as they think they are, and just generally characters who like each other and enjoy spending time together
– Found family; families of choice
– Character studies
– Worldbuilding
– Canon-divergence AUs and missing scenes; things set pre- or post-canon; wriggling into canon and poking at it to see what it spits back at you, if that description makes any sense at all.
  On Art/Comics
I don’t really have any strong opinions on how art should be—you do you in your art style—and idk, I don’t have anything specific to say here, my general prompts should probably be enough to go off of for creating comics too?  I hope so, at least.
   Original Work  
Tags
·        Group: Adolescent Superhero with a Secret ID & Adolescent Supervillain with a Secret ID (OW)
·        Group: Archmage & Apprentice (OW)
·        Group: Child Superhero & Their Concerned Supervillain Nemesis (OW)
·        Group: Consummate Duelist Who Always Duels Over Others' Honor & Their Long-Suffering Second (OW)
·        Group: Dangerous Mercenary & Street Kid Who Tries To Pickpocket Them (OW)
·        Group: Fugitive Prince/Exiled Alchemist (OW)
·        Group: Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl & His Older Female Mentor (OW)
·        Princess Heir in Exile for Political Reasons (OW)
·        Fanfic: 1 x 10000-Word Fic
 fandom-specific notes: I'd rather have the Fugitive Prince and the Alchemist be at least 15 or 16, and not have an age gap of more than 5 years or so if one is under 20. I would also ask that characters not react to the student mage disguised as a girl (or anyone, really, but he seems the most likely target) in transphobia-reminiscent ways.  Additionally, my “major character permadeath” dnw here refers to characters named in the tag, and a story with romance as the main plot is absolutely acceptable in the case of the Prince and the Alchemist.
For any of these prompts I’d be super down for worldbuilding work and all that that entails.
 Superheroes—for the kids with the secret identities, do they know each other as their civilian selves? As their cape selves? Both? Do they like each other, dislike each other, is this a rivalry thing… with stories that have this dynamic, I always end up spending half my time cackling internally and the other half of the time going children no when they’re friends as civilians and enemies in masks, but honestly I’d be here for any dynamic they could have. For the child hero and concerned nemesis, I absolutely adore the dynamic of the kid going “I’m here to defeat you!” and the villain being like “…okay I may be a criminal and a villain but you are a literal child what are you doing where are your parents,” and it going from there.
 Student Mage & Mentor—ngl this is at least 85% inspired by all the “girl disguises herself as boy to become warrior” books I read as a kid, and I always wanted a gender-flipped version—so tell me! Why is he disguised as a girl? Does his mentor know? If she does, is she actively helping him, or begrudgingly accepting, or something else? Anything around this would be great, and ruse/identity reveals are always delicious if you want something more specific as a prompt.  Also, if you want to introduce a romance element for the student here, I have some prompts for that here.  Absolutely not necessary, of course, but if that’s where you want to go I’m here for it.
 Archmage & Apprentice—love me some mentorship dynamics. Tell me about who these people are, what their world is like… what does it mean to be an archmage?  Is the student on their way to becoming an archmage too, or are they not quite at that kind of level?  How does their magic work; is this a hard magic system or a soft one?
 Consummate Duelist & Second—is there some deeper reason our duelist won’t stop dueling with people?  Are they dueling with swords, or guns, or maybe magic?  Where do they live, and how does their society think about and relate to dueling—is it common? Uncommon?  State-sanctioned, or illegal, or technically illegal but no one would ever enforce that?
 Mercenary & Street Kid—other things I’m a sucker for include grumpy reluctant mentor/parental figures who don’t want a kid, they don’t, but this one has attached to them and they can’t get rid of them—so obviously they can’t just not take care of them.  Does the kid give the merc a brighter outlook on life? Prompt them to change the way they’re living their life?
 Fugitive Prince/Exiled Alchemist—why is the prince a fugitive?  Is it for some crime he’s done, or because of political turmoil, or something else? And the alchemist—are they exiled from the prince’s country, or from a different country, and how come they’ve been exiled?  How do these two meet; how to they clash or get on with each other?
 Princess Heir—what are the political reasons that led to her exile? What world is she in—is this medieval, pre-medieval, renaissance, any of the above but in an alternate world, any of the above but with magic, or maybe she’s a modern princess from a modern country—what does her exile look like?  Does she want to go home, is she trying to get back home—who’s in charge while she’s off being exiled?
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   幻影ヲ駆ケル太陽 il sole penetra le illusioni | Day Break Illusion  
Tags
·        Etia Visconti (Day Break Illusion)
·        Ariel Valtiel Westcott (Day Break Illusion)
·        Group: Etia Visconti & Ariel Valtiel Westcott (Day Break Illusion)
·        Fanfic: 1 x 10000-Word Fic
·        Fanart: 1 x 10-Page Comic
 No fandom-specific dnws, but to be clear I’m perfectly open to an Ariel/Etia romance, as long as it’s not the main plot of whatever you write. Additionally, deaths of Daemonia characters—canonical or original—are perfectly fine, even if they’re major characters in the story you write.  Canon-typical violence etc is also acceptable.
 These two don’t have much backstory given in canon—I’d love something exploring one or both of their characters!  How did they become Tarot card holders; what was it like when they began; how about when Akari’s mom held the Sun?
I'm also fascinated by the restrictions they have on them, and how it's not totally clear how much of it is their desires and how much of it is imposed on them by the Leguzario. They're very powerful—especially together—and while the Leguzario hold the key they don't seem too keen on using their powers even when they're unlocked; I'd love something exploring that. Alternately, again, just anything exploring their lives—maybe about how long have they been running this chapter of Sefiro Fiore, maybe anything else.
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Mother of Learning - nobody103  
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·        Raynie (Mother of Learning)
·        Neoluma-Manu Iljatir (Mother of Learning)
·        Group: Kirielle Kazinski & Zorian Kazinski (Mother of Learning)
·        Group: Kirielle Kazinski & Nochka Sashal (Mother of Learning)
·        Kirielle Kazinski (Mother of Learning)
·        Fanfic: 1 x 10000-Word Fic
·        Fanart: 1 x 10-Page Comic
 fandom-specific dnw: romantic and/or sexual Zach/Zorian; physical parental abuse within the Kazinski family; significant exaggeration of canonical emotional neglect/abuse/general family dysfunction; Raynie or her tribe being written as being wholly in the right and the other side wholly in the wrong.  Please consider my “unrequested full-setting aus” dnw from the general section to be adjusted to “mundane aus” for this fandom. If you change who the time travelers are, please either do not address the end of the time loop or let them escape from it—escaping as Zorian does, and in so doing killing the original, is okay.
 If you want to write an AU, you can consider any AU requested for AUEx for Mother of Learning, as listed here, to be requested in this exchange as well (although the character requests do not perfectly line up) as long as it isn’t purely mundane.
 Raynie—I love Raynie, and I love the little glimpses we get into her character and her past in canon!
For her I was thinking maybe something after the invasion, maybe her going home again.  I’d love to see a reconciliation between her and her tribe, and a settling of the issues and problems that led to her being sent away.
If I’ve got my timeline right, her brother should be old enough to have reasonable interactions with; I’d really enjoy something dealing with the tension between them, letting them reconcile and build a better sibling relationship.
Alternatively, if we’re going for pre-canon, I’d really enjoy something dealing with her initial arrival in Cyoria and befriending Kiana.
 Neolu—If we’re working within the time loop, then maybe something from before Zorian got looped in—maybe one of the iterations where Zach and Neolu just went off across the country having fun the whole month? Otherwise, there could be something about her life pre-loop and what led her to come to Cyoria, or after the invasion—what does she do then?
 Kirielle et al—I’ve written far too many words in prompts about Kirielle already; if you want to see me going off about her, please see the Mother of Learning section of my Gen Freeform Ex letter here.  If you don’t want to click through, though, here’s a bit of things.  For Kirielle and Nochka, they’re adorable and I’d love a further development of their friendship, especially getting to see it grow and develop over the months and years after the invasion.  For Kirielle and Zorian, I love their dynamic!  And again here I’d really enjoy seeing their relationship developing in real time, rather than a constantly looping world.  I think it would be great to see either of them defending the other to their parents—and maybe Zorian ends up with custody of Kiri, there’s definitely things to explore there.
For Kirielle by herself, I’d love some sort of character study—what does she do now that the time loop is over?  She’s growing up into a war; will she be a mage?  An artist?  Something else?  Alternatively—what if she got pulled into the loop; what would it be like to grow older while still looking nine?
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  Tortall - Tamora Pierce  
Tags
·        Group: Varice Kingsford & Stiloit Tasikhe (Tortall)
·        Stiloit Tasikhe (Tortall)
·        Varice Kingsford (Tortall)
·        Fanfic: 1 x 10000-Word Fic
·        Fanart: 1 x 10-Page Comic
 No strict fandom-specific dnws here, though I would rather not see a Stiloit/Varice ship if we’re doing a story set in the time of Tempests and Slaughter.
 For Varice—kitchen magic!  How does that work?  What does she do, exactly, to food that changes it/the process of creating it? Is it commonly looked down upon, or is it unusual that Varice’s family doesn’t really want her to pursue it? What did her life look like before; why did she go to mage school?  And what happens later—we all know that our lovely wholesome trio is going to fall apart; how does that happen, and why does she stay?
 As for Stiloit, and him together with Varice—he seems so… calm, and level-headed, especially when compared with Ozorne who is not.  And he clearly finds Varice interesting, and her company valuable.  So maybe tell me something about that—what does he think of her?  She of him?  What if, perhaps, he didn’t die when he does?
Honestly, one of the biggest AU ideas I have/want to see for Tempests and Slaughter is overall—what if Stiloit lived?  Because, given how Ozorne turns out—given how it all goes—I feel like that has the potential for a massive ripple effect on the timeline.  Or maybe tell me how his life was pre-canon!
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  Hanging Out with a Gamer Girl (Manga)  
Tags
·        Group: Amakawa Miruku & Terazaki Kaoru (HOwaGG)
·        Group: Amakawa Miruku & Ousaka Nanami & Terazaki Kaoru (HOwaGG)
·        Group: Amakawa Miruku & Ousaka Nanami (HOwaGG)
·        Group: Terazaki Kaoru & Ousaka Shouko (HOwaGG)
·        Group: Terazaki Kaoru & Ousaka Nanami (HOwaGG)
·        Fanfic: 1 x 10000-Word Fic
·        Fanart: 1 x 10-Page Comic
 fandom-specific dnw: sexualization of Kaoru's crossdressing; full realization of Kaoru's fears re:Nanami's dad.
Also, this isn’t strictly prohibited I suppose? But I’d really rather prefer that relationships nominated as platonic remain platonic, except where otherwise indicated (e.g. certain aus).
For this request, my “setting aus” dnw is completely waived; if you want some ideas check out my AUEx letter.  Please consider any identity headcanon laid out in my AUEx letter to be requested for this exchange as well.
 So! We now have three gamer kids with cute friendships instead of just two—tell me about them!  Tell me about just Kaoru and Nanami, or tell me about how Miruku fits into their dynamic, how it changes—how is it for Nanami, having more than one real-world friend her own age who likes her for who she is?
 As for Kaoru & Shouko—I love how mom-like Shouko feels around Kaoru, and I’d love a deeper look into their dynamic. Half of me thinks she already knows or at least suspects that “Kaori” isn’t really a girl, or at least isn’t a cis girl, but I rather suspect she’d just not say anything, at least for the time being—“Kaori” is her daughter’s only friend, after all, and has been pulling Nanami out of her shell, and she wouldn’t want to disturb that.
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Title: Destined
Fandom: DC Comics
Relationships: WonderTrev
Warnings: n/a
A/N: Sooo....I’m really really excited for the new Wonder Woman movie coming out next month and I’m really deep into the Steve Trevor and WonderTrev trashcans...It really was only a matter of time before I did a fic like this :p 
Because - well - I’m me, I had to do a Soulmate!AU! I’m using the classic ‘Soulmates have matching Marks’ trope for this and I’m also running with the idea that the Amazons don’t get Marks and are really confused as to why this man shows up with a tattoo on his arm. 
If you’ve seen a lot of the trailers for WW you might also notice that I’ve changed some of the details to make this idea work. So just a forewarning on that!
Let me know if you wish to join my permanent taglist or wish to be tagged in certain fics!!
Permanent Taglist: @wonders-of-the-enterprise @feelmyroarrrr @igiveupicantthinkofausername @trustno1inapt221b (idk if any of you want to be tagged in any wondertrev or any non-star trek fics, but please let me know if those aren’t your cup of tea!!)
(p.s. - I’m also looking into doing some reader inserts with Steve Trevor and if anyone knows of any out there right now, please let me know!!)
Destined
Hippolyta peered up at the high walls of the armory and she drew her horse to a halt, the others behind her following suit. “The Gods gave us many gifts; one day you’ll know them all.” She looked over at the horse next to her and a small smile played along her lips. “This is where we keep them.”
This was her daughter’s first time to the armory and the excitement Diana exuded certainly reflected that.
She dismounted, waiting for Diana to come and join her before taking a hold of her smaller hand and leading her through the open doors. They walked in silence as she brought her daughter deeper into the great stone building and closer to their most prized possession. 
Finally stepping into the open-aired room, Hippolyta had to smother the smile that threatened to bloom as a result of Diana’s amazed gasp.
“It’s beautiful.” 
She nodded in agreement. She had the exact same reaction when her own mother had first shown her the sword. 
“Who would wield it?”
It had been her own dream; that one day she would step forward to remove the God Killer from it’s home. In fact, wielding it was the dream of every Amazon who was able to lay eyes on it, but, alas...
“Only the fiercest among us even could,” she answered.
Hippolyta looked down at her daughter, whose eyes were trained on the glittering weapon. She gently placed her hand over the black lines between Diana’s small shoulders.
“And that is you, Diana.”
It was her destiny.
Okay, now Steve wouldn’t exactly go out on a limb and say that the Amazons had been super hospitable towards him, but - as he flexed his biceps under the golden rope tied around his upper torso - they had been far more hospitable to him then than they were now. 
Well, at least one had been.
“So you did not mean to find our island?” The Amazonian Queen, Hippolyta, kept a measured gaze upon his kneeling form. Her intimidating presence, only made more intense by her gilded armor and fur trimmed cape, ensured his focus stayed on her and not the beautiful, brunette Angel standing several feet from him. 
The rope strained again as he took in an even breath, willing himself to refrain from rolling his eyes. She’d asked him the same questions repeatedly for some time now. To be frank, he was getting quite tired of it. “No, I didn’t. I don’t know how I got here. As I said, my plane was shot down and I hit the water. I only briefly remember waking up on the beach.” His sky blue eyes flickered over to meet Diana’s own dark brown ones. “And the next thing I know I was waking up in your healing house.” 
The silence that filled the room when he finished speaking was near deafening.
Nobody spoke. 
Nobody moved. 
All eyes stayed focused on Hippolyta; who - in turn - stayed focused on Steve. The seconds dragged on as she simply stood there, watching him, with her hands clasped in front of her. Finally, she lifted her chin a fraction. “Seeing as you cannot lie with the lasso around you -” Wait...what? “- I must admit that I believe your story. So, you are cleared on that aspect.”
He blinked, his brows scrunching minutely. On that aspect? What else was he ‘in trouble’ for? The Queen’s words should have filled him with relief; instead they filled him with worry. 
Steve didn’t get a chance to voice his question because within an instant, Hippolyta had strode forward, grabbed his left wrist, and tugged his arm forward. He only just managed to stay upright.
He grimaced when the rope bit into his arm, but she ignored it; opting instead to push the sleeve of his grimy shirt back, exposing his Mark. If he wasn’t so focused on the Queen, he would have noticed the awkward shifting and side-eyes of the women around him.
“Why do you have this?” She demanded, her sharp nails digging into his skin. 
He stared up at her in confusion. “It’s my Soulmark.”
Her head tipped to the side. “Soulmark?”
The way she said it perplexed him even more. “Yeah.” Wow, it’s like they -
“What is the meaning of it?”
- don’t even know what a Soulmark is.
Steve gaped at her in shock. “You don’t know what a Soulmark is?” A quick glance around the cavern revealed to him that the other Amazons were just as puzzled as their queen. Her hand tightening on his wrist brought his attention back to her. “It’s the way we find our Soulmates. No one really knows how the phenomenon started, but everyone gets one.”
“How?” Wow, she did not beat around the bush.
“They just appear. For some it’s when our Soulmate is born and for others it’s there when they’re born. Mine appeared when I was four years old. I was playing at the time and all of a sudden my arm itched like the dickens. I looked down and...” He twitched his arm. 
She tugged his arm again, his core muscles tensing so he wouldn’t fall over. “You are saying that you have had this since you were a child?”
“Yes.”
“This mark? You have had this specific mark since you were a boy?” She all but snarled the words at him and Steve had to focus to keep from flinching away. 
“Yes!” He implored. What the hell was this about???
Hippolyta leveled a glare at him. “Do you know what it means?”
His blond hair brushed against his forehead when he gave his head a confused shake. “Yeah, it means that my Soulmate has the sa -”
“No!” This time he finally did flinch away as she leaned closer towards his face. “Do you know what it means?”
Confusion filled him for several more seconds before the light-bulb went off. “You mean it’s symbolism?” At her curt nod, he shook his head. “All of the Marks are random, they don’t have meaning besides that a Soulmate has the matching Mark.”
With that, Hippolyta pulled away, dropping his wrist. “Come,” she demanded and strode off past him. The Amazon holding the end of the lasso pulled him to his feet and guided him after her. 
She brought them outside to where several horses were tied up. He was then hauled up onto the back of a chestnut horse and had to concentrate on not falling off of it as they rode through the stone pathways. Steve figured they rode for approximately fifteen minutes before they dismounted outside of a massive stone structure and he was pulled through the double doors.
The walk from there didn’t last long; the Queen taking them through corridors that lead up and around until they entered into an open, high-walled chamber with a dome-like, metal sculpture in the center. It was before this twisting structure that she halted, motioning for him to be brought forth. When Steve finally shuffled to her side, Hippolyta dipped her head towards the metal. 
It was then - as he really observed the sculpture - that he saw it. 
The sword. 
The focal point and reason for the structure, it stood suspended in the center. The blade was long and made from a gleaming metal - one he had no doubt created a razor sharp edge. From this distance, he could see the etching down it’s center, but he couldn’t make out what it said. Probably something in a language he couldn’t read. And the handle - his eyes widened when he saw the handle. While the end fanned out into two small points, the brassy metal twisted down into identical dragon heads that circled around the base of the blade.
He cut his eyes down, lifting his forearm and moving the fabric aside. “Oh my God,” he whispered, his eyes flicking back and forth, trying to take everything in. 
They were the same. The sword and his Mark - they were the same. Granted, the Mark was more...abstracted, but the sweeping black lines....
There was no mistaking the similarities.
“Life is killing all the time and so the goddess kills herself in the sacrifice of her own animal.” The Queen’s voice echoed about the armory. “The God Killer. Forged by Hephaestus and wielded by Zeus, it is one of our most prized possessions. For centuries, it has had it’s home here; waiting for the person who’s power is formidable enough to wield it.”
Steve turned his head in shock, stammering, “You - You don’t think that its me -”
“Hardly,” she said, cutting him off. “You are a man - a mortal. This sword has been destined for someone far more powerful.” She looked behind her - a cue - and Steve heard footsteps come up behind him. 
Diana stepped before them, and indecipherable look on her face as she met his eyes. Her golden armor glittering in the light that filtered down from above.
Once again, Steve was dumbstruck by her beauty.
“My daughter, Diana, has been destined to wield this sword since her birth. She was chosen by the Gods to do so.” Her brown eyes flickered away to look at Hippolyta. “And we have been training her in preparation for that moment.”
In one fluid motion, Diana turned around and pulled her braid to the side. 
There between her shoulders sat a mark. 
A Mark that matched his own.
A Mark that matched the sword.
Steve’s breath hitched in his chest and he fell to his knees, the action causing Diana to turn back to him. He stayed on the ground, staring up in awe at the woman he was destined for.
“It seems, Major, that that moment is now.”
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th xephos to go w this lalna + also the actual First Pic b4 i committed myself
nobody cares about the sojourners staff as much as i do
dont rb to rp blogs or tag as kin/me/id etc
uhh shit below th cut bc maintag will b uninterested (thers a lot of words sfjkhdg)
i fuckn love designing these bc thers so much shit i think abt
faux xephos (i guess thats what im gnna call thes guys instead so its not a blatant persona rip) is all abt xephos’ internal beliefs that he’s the best & The True Leader Who Everyone Should Basically Worship
in an ideal world hed be the first one to show up (and technically, he is), but he’s not fought - hes just. abandoned? like xephos just Runs Away. Not Interested. Have you Seen That Tihng It Will Kill Me
uhhh heres things that matter 2 me i guess
i very deliberately went for a military uniform bc uhhhh. its xephos dude
his uniform strongly resembles (see: i fucking stole it) a legitimate? military ranking system. i forgot to change th uniform because by the time i drew it i forgot it wasnt original
this uniform in particular means some rank thats “less than captain” or smth. the actual proper captains uniform would have been ideal, however, it required a cape-like fashion that was over the left shoulder; something i used for faux lalna’s design (COMPLETELY unintentionally)
also very strongly based off of my comment when the “updated” yogs skins first came out: i said som shit about how he looked like the nutcracker
his body works similar to sardonyx’s from su. i rly rly wanted him to be able to twist parts of his body 360 degrees (or more). so he’s got 3 main body segments: his head + torso, his..... other 2 arms, + his legs
the torch was replaced with the sojourners staff. the sojourners staff is a minecraft mod item that allows you to place torches from a distance - it was, generally, more fitting to the red/gold Aesthetic(tm) faux xephos has going on (also, i just love that item lmao)
his two swords should ALSO be similar to the “rift blade” from the dimensional doors mod (a personal favourite for a weapon xephos would have, and something a lot of ppl were into - xephos having a blade that would open up rifts in space). unfortunately i’m very lazy and don’t want to draw swords. if faux xephos attempted to open a rift in space (idk if i Want him to) he wouldnt be able to use it to transport HIMSELF since hes too big
he has wheels instead of feet because i said so 
some stuff abt the dungeon hes in
ADDITIONALLY, if faux xephos was ever paired w faux honeydew (which im debating), it’d be very similar to this part of ck9c’s “you can’t hide” (the following 45 seconds)
its dark. its Very Dark.
it’s like a large maze (or a labyrinth? is that the word). you basically need to navigate in the dark. ok
a lot of the dungeons are maze-like anyways in the sense that... DUNGEONS .. but xephos’ is a lot smaller in comparison . because you keep getting lost
hwho fucking knwos what its littered with. who knwos what you fight . i havent gotten to sub-monsters yet let me Live
i havent thought this far ahead
encountering faux xephos is like .. instead of fighting, i guess, u gotta Run The Fuc Away. he will tear the fuc through hallways and chase you down to kill u. he will deliberately remove any lights tht exist so u cant get away. he will also probably put lights down to fuck w you. i really havent thought this far ahead. help me
i guess like? finding faux xephos is lke .. the first encounter is Very Early and you wont fight him. ull just run. but much later youll come back to defeat him . Much Later. until then hes just in his dungeon. crying over how perfect he is probably
UH ALSO design notes 4 faux lalna since i didnt put thm anywhere
very deliberately mannequin-like due to the “there’s a lot of clones” shit
a cape-like labcoat covers his left arm because, when it reaches a certain point in his boss battle, it will tear away/be removed to reveal an amalgamation of lalnan(?) mannequins . body horror warning in the link but think of the rimmer monster except it’s w lalnas
the faux lalna (non monster) design very deliberately resembles the original lalna skin (whatever it was in tekkit etc)
uhhh thts all i love this au and i wish i could create more story-driven content for it
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