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lombax-lombardi · 5 years

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Mirror~

Summary: Sometimes you see some things you shouldn’t. And then other times, you see another you.

Genre: Plot.

She didn’t mean to make a mess.

No.

Never intended too.

Now the mess will just become something even bigger.

“Oh stop your whimpering Ruby, just let me-” The sound of a foot hitting skin rendered the Shadow unmovable.

“No! No! You aren’t taking my body! Not today not ever!” The twin tailed mage held out her staff in front of her as if to defend herself from the Shadow, the cold stained glass sent shivers through to her core.

A Station of Awakening isn’t the place for a fight.

The image of her on it was so messed up, tied up, pieces of people important to her were missing.

Sealed.

“You can’t keep me locked out forever girl! I WILL take your body! Then I shall go to all worlds. Not just here...but those of those...clones or whatever of your friends~” The gleaming red eyes of the Shadow cause Ruby’s heart to sink, emerald eyes shaking.

“Direheart? And the others? No! I won’t let you!” She yelled, casting a very large fire spell at the black mass that took her shape.

It vanished, cackling laughter echoed throughout the vastness of her heart.

“No. YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME FOREVER!”

She shot up, sweat trickling down the edges of her face, the sun blaring through the cracks of the curtain covering the window. Carding her fingers through her long purple hair she realised she had to tell someone about this.

Rising up she put on proper clothes, until she stopped by the mirror, looking at the tattoo on her shoulder. The one of the dark flower, it had spread during the night, thorny stems now inked down to the tips of her fingers.

The Shadow was on the move.

The other flower mark on her back had barely moved at all.

Brightness was slowly and slowly being choked out by thorns.

“.....No. Not yet. I have to keep fighting....I have to...I have to find Direheart” Grabbing her staff she headed out the door, almost bumping into passersby.

“S-Sorry!”

She kept running.

She had seen these scenes play out in her dreams but she never had a physical confrontation with the Shadow.

Ruby was running so fast that she bumped into someone.

“Ruby? Ruby what’s wrong....ow...” It was Ventus. She didn’t even see him.

“Ven...Ven...somethings wrong! I-I need to find Direheart!” Her voice was so timid and weak that it caused him to frown.

She was usually vocally loud and cheery.

This was a complete contrast.

“Hey hey don’t worry. I know where she is, she’s in the courtyard ...in a meeting as she called it but I am sure this is important enough to stop that meeting” He said, pulling her up and taking her by the hand to find the local ghost.

Well she is no longer a ghost.

Direheart was standing, tapping a finger to her head as if contemplating. “So you’re telling me that not only is Joey missing but that Yamcha fella?”

She seemed to be conversing with two of her alternates who had physically manifested into this world.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

The brunette with the long ponytail, red top and black shirt nodded. “Yes. Joey was just gone! He never leaves! Never! He would never leave me!”

Direheart raises her hand. “Easy there Graceland, Wheeler couldn’t have gone far.”

A scoff from the brunette with the tail was heard, Direheart narrowed her eyes. “And what do you have to input Kora?”

“Hey! That’s my Saiyan name, I don’t answer to it anymore, old bag!” The tailed female bared her teeth like a wild animal would, hands clenched into fists. “My husband is missing and it’s got something to do with you! You are the only weird entity we know who can jump dimensions and worlds!”

Ven and Ruby watched on with frowns on their faces, the male pulled the girl closer to him. They probably needed to finish this argument.

“Madilyn. Maddi. Please, calm yourselves. I would not hurt the people close to you. You know this!” The spirit pressed a hand to her forehead as if to stop an oncoming migraine.

“Yeah then do YOU know why they are missing?” The tailed brunette hissed, tailed swishing slightly, the other brunette raised her hands in front of her as if to calm the fighter down.

“No I don’t. I am glad you brought this to my attention. I will look into it, please Kora, calm yourself.” Direheart placed her hands on the girls shoulders.

“I will not have you hurting the people here. Your power is great but it can harm the ones here. I will not allow it”

All the spirit got in reply was a scoff.

“Fine.” she brushed her off, taking off into the clouds, leaving the spirit and the alternate behind. Direheart shook her head.

“Aliens....I will never understand....Graceland. I would like you to stay here until I can sort all this out. Don’t worry, I’ll find them” Direheart’s words seemed to calm the female down.

“Thank you Direheart. I will be around so should you need me, do not hesitate to call me” She gave the spirit a wave and headed off further into town, cloudy blues eyes watching slowly until she was out of sight.

“....Sometimes I wish I wasn’t connected to them but if what Master Yen Sid said is true....it is better if they are within my range so I can protect them....” She stopped, turning her head as she sensed movement.

“Ven? Ruby? What’s wrong?” She asked, the duo gave a look at each other and a look back at the spirit.

She needed to know.

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“I see. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. If the Shadow is stirring she may be the one held accountable for your sleep walking and dreams.” The spirit said, sitting cross legged as she floated.

It is usually what she did when she contemplated.

“If the Shadow has taken those people...” Ruby started only to stop when her arm flared up, causing a seething pain to shoot through her. Gripping against the skin tightly, the mage reached up to clutch her front.

That’s where her heart is.

Direheart landed back on solid ground, motioning Ven to look away. He obliged, turning his head away as Direheart reached over to unbutton a portion of Ruby’s shirt.

“The damnable creature. Her thorns have located where your heart is, this is not good” The spirit hissed, buttoning Ruby back up.

“How...how long do you think I have until she takes over....?” She asked weakly, Direheart sighed.

“Not long my friend. Do not worry or fret. I will find a way to separate her from you”

Ruby gave her old friend a smile.

“Thank you....”

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“.......Sophia” The old wizard spoke to the beast next to him, she raised herself to look up at him.

“It is time. You much travel to Radiant Garden. But before you go, I believe you have something to give to Rii” He motions down at the small flower clip by her paws.

Sophia nods, taking it into her mouth and leaping out of the tower, Yen Sid sighed for a moment.

“The toughest fight awaits. The Shadow has taken others from other worlds and has begun cloning them. To use them against the ones they love. Luckily for some she could not reach Seven’s and the other 3′s worlds...but for those particular two....”

Faint sand like images of the two he spoke of stood before his desk. Only cheap copies for him to learn.

“Madilyn Graceland, a charming girl with a heavy heart. Card Master in her own right. Deeply cherished by her friends, family and the one she loves. How the Wheel of Fate keeps ever spinning for you my dear....Will your cards save him?...” He waved his hand.

“In due time. As for the other one...” He eyes wandered to the one with the tail, a frown etched on her face.

“Alien. Saiyan. Member of a blood hungry conquering warrior race, you were raised on a far planet named Tisane, by the kind and gentle moth like creatures there. They raised you and made you kind. Your true name is Kora, but...they sent you to Earth under a new name...Maddi...Now you have everything you could ever want. Friends, family and children.....” His fingers tapped the side of his desk.

“You are by far the most dangerous alternate Direheart has ever had. Your anger allows you to reach a form, in your own world, that the remaining people of your race have reached. You were just a late bloomer....however I sense your power....is what Direheart will need to combat this threat...”

Outside the tower, Riku and Rii turned their heads to the sound of a soft thump, soft like growling filled their ears.

Sophia.

She was still a wolf.

“....Are you angry with me?” Rii asked, the wolf shook her head, slowly padding over to place something at Rii’s feet.

It was that same flower clip.

It looked like a sunflower.

The purple haired Dream Eater looked up, blinking slightly.

“For me?”

The wolf nodded, leaning down as if to bow before her, then she vanished, earning startled looks from Riku and Rii.

“Where did she go?” Riku asked, standing up to look around.

“I...I don’t know....” The female replied softly, reaching down to pick up the clip.

It looked worn and old.

She turned it over.

A name was etched into it.

“.....Sapphire.....”

What could this mean?

#Maddi writes #I DID IT #THE TENSION BUILDS #asdfghJKL:"#oh yeah and some Saiyan Maddi lore how about that #dab #oh yeah time for some actual canon DB lore #Saiyan names are puns on VEGTABLES #so Maddi's Saiyan name is a rearrangement of okra #yeah #sadfghk

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babylonthrum-a · 7 years

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Blakk Family Values - Needlework

In and out. In and out.

Another row of stitches, fanning out to give depth and dimension to the petals of the extravagant flowers slowly coming to life on the fabric. The needle pulled with a ponk! through the taut fabric with little effort, laying lines of dusty rose across a soft canvas of aged cream.

It had been a long while since she had set foot in the nursery, not since Xerxes had grown up enough to require a room of his own outside of it. The rocking chair moving beneath her made a faint creaking noise. It was a bit old-fashioned, but she preferred the older wooden chair to anything modern. There was a certain charm to it that could not be replicated by one of the more modern rockers.

Bangles, baubles, and rings had been removed a few months prior from wrists, ankles, and fingers when the joints had begun to swell. It was harder to walk, the braces tighter and compromising her already unsteady ankles. It was better to not walk at this point, or walk sparingly.

The bump was more than prominent now, protruding from between the midriff bodice and low-slung skirts of the appropriate War-palette saree she had switched to, keeping covered with a sash of heavier opaque fabric and more pronounced drape while out in public. Here though, in the privacy of the nursery, she had left the sash to the side, leaving her curved belly to the open air. The temperature was controlled in the nursery and she rarely felt uncomfortable due to it.

Chill little hands appeared from nowhere, lightly touching the bump and causing her to visibly jump and stop rocking out of habit. Already being a mother of one, she knew that there was no threat, only Xerxes. At an age of almost six, he was a little terror on his own, but certainly nothing malevolent toward his mother and unborn sibling. Carefully, she tilted the embroidery up just enough until she was greeted with eyes like her own, sparkling and curious, from under the bottom edge.

"I just wanted to see if it was moving…" he stated sheepishly, pulling back a bit at his mother's reaction.

She hummed, setting her project to a table on the side, leaning forward a bit and beckoning him with open arms. He took it readily, scrambling up into her lap. With a little help, he was soon situated properly across one thigh, leaning against her shoulder.

"It hasn't moved for a vhile, but babies are unpredictable t’at vay. It vill move ven it feels like it, I'm sure."

His eyes lit up, looking up into hers. "You think I can feel it soon?" he whispered excitedly.

His enthusiasm at the thought of being an older brother was contagious, the grin spreading across his face causing his mother to smile back at him. "If you stay put, right here und out of trouble, I'm sure you'll be here for ze next time."

At first, Xerxes was a ball of energy, practically vibrating in his spot as though his sitting still would end the world. To him, it might as well have been the case. He questioned everything he possibly could and under his mother's guidance, helped her pull the thread through on her embroidered flowers.

He was completely unaware when she began to rock the chair again. Even at six years, the subtle motion was enough to make him tired and War found herself settled with her energetic son napping comfortably against her. It was not long for her to follow in his example, noting with some small amusement as she drifted that even in a lack of energy Xerxes was contagious.

Shortly after the creak of the chair stopped, a faint clicking came from the hallway outside the nursery. The familiar monolithic frame of Thaddius paused in the doorway, a flicker of faint red light coursing across his body as he looked in on his slumbering wife and son.

An eyebrow raised, looking first one way down the hall and then the other. When he was satisfied that what he was looking for was not in sight, he limped into the room toward the shelves that held extra blankets, pillows, and mats. A short look over the contents produced a throw of appropriate size, grasping it and shaking it out before hobbling toward the rocking chair. He leaned the cane carefully against his leg so both hands could spread the cover across the sleeping pair, grabbing the cane again and moving for the door. He heard War stir, knew she slept lightly out of habit, and gently moved the chair back so it would rock just as gently on its own.

A quick glance over his shoulder as he reached the door proved his efforts fruitful. Neither one had woken at his intrusion, which left him ample time to slip back out and down the hall in the direction he had originally been heading.

Originally a prompt from frond Brig. Rewrote the ending because I hated how it ended the last time.

#Slugterra #Slugterra OC #IndustRev #Blakk Family Values #Needlework

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from-alaska-to-the-world · 6 years

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“hello miiiiiiiss! how are you? hello miiiister. where you go? where you from? hello hello.”

vorgeschmack auf schule? excuse me, miss? miss? hardly. sometimes i am even being called mister, but that is because the difference might not seem as clear. i have given up counting and i am trying really hard not to give up on either smiling or replying or politely ignoring (especially on being called mister).

but it can be strenuous, expecially when being surrounded or followed by a group of school children. die kennen da nix und kichern und lachen schallend, wenn sich einer traut oder auch wenn sich keiner traut. und manchmal gleich im chor alle durcheinander, mitten auf der geschäftigen hauptstraße.

there is no limit to age or status – be it the 75-year-old woman passing me buy or the two policemen on their scooter who e ven cross the street and drive on the right just to look me in the eyes and smile and say “hello miss!”

i am also losing count of the pictures people want to take with me, usually in places tourists are rarely travelling to. they are really shy but they are so eager that their desire for that photo gets the better of them. and when they have finally gotten that picture they giggle away and probably spread it on social media right away.

only once was i asked to a selfie for myself and not for the other party.

the biggest surprise though is that small children are scared of me. they look at me like i was from another dimension (which to them i just as likely am) and their face wither slowly starts to change to a slightly worried/scared one or they turn around straight away, refusing to get closer. only later did i find out that it is my blue eyes that are so unfamiliar to them. what irony that that might be the very reason why i am being photographed by school children, families, government officials, young couples, coffee shop waitresses, a singer at the beach in palopo etc.

and if the english lexicon is not that big, i just get to here “photo!?”, a shake with the mobile and a hopeful expression on a face.

[23 march – 8 april 2018, sulawesi]

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