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emerald-amidst-gold · 3 years

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Sorry I know it's a lil late, but if you're still taking oc asks (these ones I mean), maybe 13, 19, 24, 38/39/40, 43, 45, 47, 64, and/or 74/75/76? again, for any OC you'd like

It’s never too late to ask me about my OCs! I could talk about them until the cows come home! X3 Not to mention, this is great since I’m currently working on my next chapter and I needed a little break! So, thank you! ❤️❤️

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13. How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

So, the only OCs that have a sibling are Fane and Mhairi. Fane is Mhairi’s brother and Mhairi is Fane’s sister. Fun fact: orginally these two were supposed to be twins when I made them because they looked very similar (Fane had platinum blonde hair like Mhairi and their overall faces had like features). Now, they’re three years apart (Fane is 24 and Mhairi is 21).

As to their relationship, it is 100% wholesome and devotion incarnate. Everything Fane does and has done is for Mhairi, and he takes the role of both a father and a brother for her. It’s one of the few times Fane is actually soft with another person. Mhairi is his whole world until Inquisition, and it makes everything later one even harder for him. *side eyes* Mhairi is in the same boat as Fane because she is highly obsessed with showing him that she can handler herself and that he doesn’t have to keep running himself into the ground to keep her safe and happy. She constantly bakes him his favorite treats, gifts him with raw materials for his weapon crafting, crafts him articles of clothing and trinkets to elicit a single smile to his face. Mhairi just wants him to be happy above all else since she can tell something changed him, but she doesn’t know what. As such, she does become a tad jealous when Fane and Solas’s relationship comes to light, but only because she’s just as protective with him as Fane is with her.

19. What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them?

I wrote a fic about this actually! It was told from Solas’s POV, but it gave glimpse into how Fane responds to children. Fane adores children and he secretly craves a small family--just one child because he wants to give the love his mother had given him. Gentle, calm, and patient. He just thinks he doesn’t have it in him for that, especially because of what he is. (hint: watch for fics that have the appearance of the baby dragon that Solas and Fane adopt. It’ll be important waaaaay later. *winks*)

Estoria is along the same lines as Fane. She loves, loves, loves children. When she was traveling as a mercenary, the band would occasionally visit smaller cities where there were alienages and Estoria would spend her free time there. She would sing songs to the children, teach them how to do menial, but important tasks like washing clothes or planting crops, and would tell them stories of her time on the road. Deep down inside, she would adore a little girl of her own because she wants desperately to be a mother.

24. Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

So, surprise! Fane doesn’t actually ‘hate’ or ‘dislike’ anyone (other than his father lol). But if we’re talking in terms of the inner circle, again, he doesn’t hate anyone, he just feels indifferent towards them. The only one that he shows any kind of passionate distaste for is Cassandra, but most of that is from a lack of communication on both their parts in the beginning (Fane is not in a good mental state during Haven’s arc due to being framed divinity and the slow realization of what he is making him lash out violently).

Mhairi though...eheheh. She doesn’t like Solas. At all. For a very long time. They butt heads constantly because of elven history, religion, and magical theory, but also because of Mhairi’s main insecurity of being abandoned. She’s worried Solas will take Fane from her and that frightens her beyond belief. *side eyes AGAIN*

38. How does your OC react to and handle stress?

Reacting to stress, Fane either becomes incredibly overwhelmed and irate, or he shuts down completely. He turns into a shell that simply walks through the halls with a dead stare, or he becomes the warped version of what he is--breaking, smashing, and snapping anything in his path. When that happens, in either form, Fane hides away in the more desolate parts of Skyhold where no one can find him (other than Solas or Cole). He’s like a cat, actually. He can see everyone else, but they can’t see him. He’ll do that until he calms down enough to where he isn’t overcome wit the urge to snarl or crack open a noble’s skull.

39. How does your OC handle anger?

Badly. Well, Fane does anyways. Pffft. Mhairi tends to cry when she’s angry, so also badly. Estoria...ohhhh, boy. Watch the thorns because they are laced with poison. All my OCs handle anger badly. That probably says something about me, huh? *curls up in the corner*

40. How does your OC handle grief?

Due to his abuse, Fane rarely cries--he was commanded not to for five years and the fear of doing it lingers. However, when he does cry it’s because of something utterly heart breaking. In fact, every time the group goes to fight a dragon, Fane scurries off at the end of the battle to literally crumble into a heap of snot and tears because it physically hurts him. It’ll be revealed more in my fic as to why, but just know it’s a..bad time. Again, Fane’s go to is to be alone with his emotions until they settle down. It’s a bad habit of his and one that takes a lot of support from Solas, Cyfrin and his sister to work out.

Mhairi is very open with her emotions (her and Fane anathema to each other). So, when their mother passed and their father disappeared, she was inconsolable for months and the feeling of abandonment lingers with her still. Usually, Mhairi just goes to Fane or Cyfrin if she’s feeling lonely or grief stricken and just...cry until she passes out.

43. What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

Fane’s humor is morbid. Cyfrin and he get locked in discussions of dark, dark humor. Such as:

“If you don’t stop commenting about how my eyes will make a ‘lovely’ ballad, I will crack your skull and make a vase. I could use some bright macabre decoration in that dismal aravel, anyways.”

“Do I at least get to be painted in pretty floral patterns and intricate designs of trees? Maybe roses?”

“I’ll make the roses blue. Just for you.”

“Ah-ha! Now we’re talking! A man after my own fluttering, flying heart!”

“I’ll make your heart fly in a minute..”

“A confession?! I knew it would be a joyous day!”

“Just shut up, Cy.”

I’m serious. This is them and I have no shame. *laughs nervously* It’s all empty, though. Cyfrin helps Fane relax a little and never judges him for his darker aspects. If anything, it helps mitigate a potential outburst because Fane can look as it as a joke rather than something that genuinely hurts him. Unless he’s in a really foul mood, then Cyfrin adopts his more caring side to calm Fane down. (I have a lot of thoughts with these two. Just wait. Juuuust wait.)

45. What are some things that annoy your OC?

What doesn’t annoy Fane? 🤣🤣 But specifically, Fane can’t stand when someone is willingly ignorant nor can he stand when they’re filled with disgusting forms of pride.

Estoria is highly annoyed by racial labels. She was taken in by a human, and as such, she got to mingle with a lot of different races throughout her time as mercenary. She got to see those races as people and when organizations like the Chantry and what have you only see race and see it as a bad thing sometimes, she goes off the handle. Estoria doesn’t shy away from being an elf, but she doesn’t believe that’s all she is nor does she believe anyone else is just their physical race.

47. How easily does your OC forgive?

Fane is slow to forgive, even if that person is highly dear to him. However, it does depend on what happened in the first place and there’s a big, big plot point later on in my story that shows a heavily development in this characteristic.

Estoria is an easy forgiver. She’s very openminded and realizes everyone has their struggles, but if it’s something truly deplorable with no other reason besides causing harm or death or gaining influence then that changes quickly.

64. What are some habits your OC has picked up?

Fane has picked up on a lot of habits due to how long he’s lived and what his nature entails. He has a habit of squeezing his arms if he’s agitated, crossing them in an attempt to steady himself, and growling. Fane growls constantly, even if he’s not irritated. It’s an involuntary reaction from being a dragon.

He also has a habit of tracing patterns in wood with his eyes--pointing out shapes and faces. He also has a habit of..twisting the truth. *side eyes once AGAIN*

74. What is your OC’s favorite color?

Fane -- Blue (Don’t look at me like that.)

Estoria -- Grey (reminds her of her father’s eyes)

Mhairi -- White (she likes the symbolism of purity)

75. What is your OC’s favorite scent?

Fane -- Gladiolus

Estoria -- Rain

Mhairi -- Vanilla

76. What is your OC’s favorite animal?

Fane -- Wolf (DON’T. There’s more to it, I swear!)

Estoria -- Cats (she used to play with them in alley ways)

Mhairi -- Halla (she adores being around them since her mother would take her to them when she was little)

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Thank you for the ask, lovely person! Have a splendid day! ❤️❤️

#dragon age #oc: fane lavellan #oc: estoria lavellan #oc: mhairi lavellan #oc: cyfrin azurel #asks #always love doing these because it helps me flesh my children out #get the brain juices flowing too!

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27emailsicantsend · 5 years

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Could you possible write a dumbass trio fic where they start a band together!!

Author’s Note: This took way too freaking long for me to write and I am so sorry. I got caught up in my AU, but I’m finally getting to writing my requests, and I wanted to start with this one because you have been patiently waiting for it. :) Everything historically reference is canon to the show and based off of the show’s timeline with the Bash-Mitzvah, I’m assuming Cyrus’ birthday is in mid-May when this takes place. They’re also sophomores in high school. Also, I’m lazy and probably won’t go back and check for typo’s, so sorry if there are some. This was fun to write though, so thank you!

Dare for a Dare: A Dumba$$ Trio One Shot

Jonah

“Jonah, you have seriously come so far. You’re almost better than me dude,” Bowie said with a wink. Jonah and Bowie had just finished another practice session at the Red Rooster. When Andi’s family moved to be closer to SAVA, Jonah continued to practice guitar every day after school. It was the only outlet he had for his anxiety, so his consistent practicing became life saving for him. When Andi decided to come back to Grant to be with her friends sophomore year, Bowie took his job back and started training Jonah in many other areas of instruments. He learned guitar, improved his singing, did decent on the drums, but also got his head stuck in a tuba and his finger stuck in a flute. He decided to stick to guitar.

“I am better than you,” Jonah retorted, with a joking undertone. “I love playing so much. I wouldn’t be nearly this good if you guys hadn’t moved back”.

“We’re happy to be back too, kid,” Bowie said as he stood up and gave Jonah’s shoulder a friendly pat. “Don’t forget to put your music stand away,” Bowie called over his shoulder.

Jonah packed up his guitar and shut the case. He knew about all of the stickers on the case, but rarely gave second thought to them. This time he decided to observe them more closely. This was Bowie’s old guitar, so they were stickers from different places he toured. There was even a worn out picture of Bex scotch-taped to the side. Jonah gave it a small smile.

His mind couldn’t help but think about how fun Bowie’s tour days must have been. On the road with his friends, not a care in the world, playing music and making money- it felt like the dream. Jonah knew he was pretty good and a lot of musicians start around the same age as him. Jonah was typically not an impulsive person, but he knew he wasn’t going to make a living off of ultimate frisbee the rest of his life. He realized if he wanted to make his music career happen, he was going to need to start now. And even if it flopped, it would be good experience.

“Hey, Bowie!” Jonah called out.

Bowie came speed walking back into the room. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I think... I want to start a band”. As Jonah said this, he made eye contact with Bowie. Instead of being surprised, Bowie’s face widened into a massive grin.

“For the 100th time, I won’t do it,” TJ said sternly to Cyrus. The two of them were sitting in the choir room, having lunch. TJ had convinced Cyrus that it would be fun to see the view from the roof of the school. The teachers did not find it fun and put them in lunch detention. It felt like de-ja-vu from the first time they got detention together, stealing golf carts.

“Please,” Cyrus begged. “No one will even be able to hear you”.

TJ got a mischievous look in his eye. “Dare for a Dare”.

“NO,” Cyrus immediately rejected. “I won’t. That is literally how we ended up here in the first place”. This was a game TJ invented shortly after he and Cyrus stole golf carts in eighth grade. Cyrus had been trying to work on his confidence and grow outside his safety bubble and this was an easy way to help him with that. The rules are simple: If someone is dared to do something and they do it, the other person has to take on a dare as well. Backing out after already promising Dare for a Dare makes the loser have to buy the winner Baby Taters for a month. Both boys didn’t have jobs (at least that’s what most people thought), so it would wipe either of their savings pretty quickly to lose- thus, the stakes were high.

“Fine then, I won’t do it,” TJ compromised.

“But TJ it’s almost my birthday and all I want is one rap from you,” Cyrus guilted TJ.

“My rapping days are over, Cyrus, you know that. Somehow everyone found out about my rap for Buffy,” TJ shot a glare at Cyrus, “so no, I won’t do it. Beg all you want- it’s not happening”.

Cyrus looked defeated, yet he continued to persist. “TJ, I told you I’m sorry about that. Buffy and I just thought it was really good so we made that video copying it to honor you. We weren’t trying to get the whole school to rap it to you- that was completely unintentional!”

“I told you, I won’t do it, Cy. My music days are over”. Just as TJ said this, as if fate itself had walked through the door, Jonah busted into the choir room.

“Jonah?!” Cyrus and TJ shrieked in unison from the jump-scare.

“What are you doing here?” TJ asked.

“I actually came to practice... wait, why are you guys here?”

Cyrus looked at TJ as if to say, “care to explain?” with his eyes.

TJ heaved a large breath, “Cyrus dared me to eat every lunch special at the spoon in one day, so I dared him to climb to the roof of the school with me and...”

“You got caught?” Jonah finished.

TJ and Cyrus nodded shamefully.

“Well, I’m actually kind of glad both of you are here. I am considering starting a band, but I don’t know anyone else in the school who does music”. Cyrus immediately looked at TJ and TJ shook his head ‘no’.

Jonah didn’t seem to notice so he continued. “I thought about asking Bowie, but I feel like he wouldn’t want to be in a band with a sixteen year old, so that’s when I thought that maybe I could make one of those cool layered videos. You know the ones? Where it’s me playing all of the instruments, but I layer it so it sounds like one song. I need piano and drums so I thought I would come in here and practice piano- if that’s alright with you guys”.

TJ gestured at the piano, “all yours”.

Jonah sat on the bench and pulled out some sheet music. It was printed, but looked fairly simple. He touched each key with shaky hands, pausing every few minutes to push the sheet music up with his other hand. He eventually gave up and only played the song with one hand, while holding the music consistently with the other.

TJ cut off his playing with a question, “you ok there? Looks like you’re struggling a bit”.

“I can’t keep the music up. Would one of you mind holding it for me?”

“Here, try this,” TJ said as he pulled a small silver “w” shaped item out of his bag. He slipped it over the papers, holding them perfectly in place.

“Whoa, that’s so cool- where did you get it?” Jonah asked, impressed.

“Uh... well... remember when I played piano at Andi’s Party in eighth grade? That’s because I had been taking lessons. Now I teach piano to some of the kids that used to go to the gym I worked at. So I just always have this in my bag”.

“Cyrus, did you know about this?” Jonah asked.

“Yes, but TJ doesn’t like talking about his musical abilities because of... something that happened a couple years ago, so I never told anyone”.

“Which I appreciate,” TJ said as he wrapped his arm around Cyrus’ shoulders and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“I completely forgot you played piano, TJ!” Jonah exclaimed. “Why don’t you join my band? It would be so fun and we could make some amazing music”.

“I’m sorry, but no. I don’t want anyone in our school knowing I play”.

Jonah looked glum as he sat quietly for a couple of minutes with the boys. But then, inspiration struck. Jonah pulled a ski mask out of his backpack. Since it was the end of the school year, Jonah had been cleaning out his locker earlier and found a ski mask he ended up having to use for a particularly cold, windy day during the winter.

“Do you think you could play with this on?” Jonah asked.

“Erm... let me see”. TJ slipped the cotton mask over his head and went to the piano. He effortlessly began to play Moonlight Sonata. Jonah and Cyrus exchanged positive glances.

“TJ, would you like to join my band? No one will know it is you, it will give you something fun to do, and it could be really good practice to help you teach those kids”.

TJ pulled the mask off his head and ran his fingers through his thick blonde hair. “Absolutely,” he said grinning.

Marty

Buffy was sitting at Marty’s kitchen counter, watching him quietly put away dishes. He was humming to himself as he stacked each plate in neatly. He shut the door to the dishwasher and it began to whir, making a gentle steam sound.

He walked over to the counter across from Buffy and leaned over it, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “You ready to go do homework?”

“Am I ever ready?” Buffy asked un-amused.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Marty giggled to himself.

Buffy sighed as she hopped down from the stool and grabbed her backpack. They walked up to his bedroom, sat on the floor, and began to work.

About two hours later, books and papers were sprawled around them. Buffy was now laying on her stomach in Marty’s hoodie (because the AC in his house was too cold for her), and Marty was thinking carefully about a math problem. He bit his pencil eraser in concentration and began to write, humming again.

“What’s that song you keep humming?” Buffy asked.

“Huh?” Marty asked as his head snapped up from the world his head was in.

“The song? You’ve been humming it all day. It’s kinda good- I was just wondering what song it was?”

“Oh, it’s called ‘Beautiful’ by Bazzi. I’m surprised you haven’t heard it. It was pretty big a few years ago”.

“Yeah, I never have... but I’ve never even really heard you sing before. Can you sing?”

“Ah... I don’t know,” Marty replied shyly. “I never really tried”.

About two hours later, after they had all finished eating dinner, Buffy and Marty laid on the couch, cuddling. He had his arm behind her, holding her up from rolling off. She was using his chest as a pillow. He began to sing, not hum, the song from earlier quietly in her ear as he traced his fingers gently up and down her arm.

Buffy began to melt. His voice was simple and pure. It took no effort for him to sing each note on pitch and keep the sound warm. He was naturally gifted- there was no question about it. When he finished singing, Buffy sat up, twisting her head to look at him. He continued to stay laying down, but scooted his body so his back was more propped against the arm rest.

“Marty, you can sing,” she said sincerely.

“What? No. That’s not true,” Marty said, blushing and looking down.

“Marty, I’m not messing around. You can sing and you’re really good. No one has told you this before?”

“I guess I never really sing in front of people. You’re my girlfriend, so I felt comfortable. But now I feel uncomfortable,” Marty swung his legs behind Buffy so that he was sitting upright on the couch again.

“I didn’t say that to make you uncomfortable,” Buffy said, slightly annoyed. “I said it because I meant it. It’s a real talent you have and you could do so much with it”.

Marty scoffed, “like what? Join a band?”

Buffy rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek. “Whatever you would like,” she said as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and laid her head down on the one closest to her.

The Band

The next day, was a beautiful Saturday with a lot of sunshine and birds chirping freely. Marty and Buffy walked hand in hand down the main street of Shadyside. They saw Jonah as they passed Red Rooster. Buffy nodded her head in the direction of the window and the two walked in.

“Hey Jonah,” Buffy said as the two sat down on the couch. He was sitting on the coffee table playing the same chord progression over and over. He seemed to keep getting stuck at the same note.

“Hey guys, how are you?” He fumbled the progression again.

“Good,” Buffy replied. “What are you up to?”

“I’m trying to get this chord progression, but I keep fumbling on the G”.

“Can I see?” Marty asked.

“Sure,” Jonah said as he gave him a suspicious look, but handed the guitar over anyway.

Marty set the guitar in his lap and played the chord perfectly. “You were holding your hand wrong. This is how you play it”. Marty showed him once again.

Buffy watched with a bewildered look in her eye. “What else do I not know about you?”

Marty shrugged casually and handed the guitar back to Jonah. Jonah tried the way Marty showed him and got the progression immediately. “Whoa! Thanks dude!” He said, beaming. “I had no idea you played guitar!”

“Neither did I,” Buffy shot back.

“Oh, it’s just a little side hobby I’ve been learning,” Marty said, nonchalant.

They all sat in silence for a moment, then Jonah asked, “hey, I know this is weird, but how would you feel about joining a band?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Marty asked.

“No, I’m dead serious,” Jonah said and the look on his face showed he meant it. “You’re really good. That’s a hard progression and you got it immediately. I’m starting a band to help with my music career and I would love another person in it”.

“Would it just be us two?” Marty asked, more interested now.

“Well, there is one other person... but he asked to remain anonymous to the general public. You’ll know who it is when you see him”.

“Marty, you should also tell Jonah you can sing”.

This time, it was Jonah’s turn to look bewildered at Marty. “You can sing too??”

“Apparently,” Marty said, unenthusiastic.

“And he’s really good,” Buffy supported him. “Sing that song you sang to me earlier”.

Marty obliged. When he finished singing, all Jonah could say was, “whoa”.

Buffy shook her head, “I know”.

On Sunday, Marty was in the kitchen having a snack with Buffy, when he heard his doorbell ring. The band was going to have their first practice, so it must have been Jonah and the “mysterious piano player” at the door.

“I’ll get it,” Marty said, mouth full of oreos. He swung the door open and was greeted by three faces: Jonah, TJ, and Cyrus. “Hey guys! Come on in!”

The boys gave each other fist bumps and bro-hugs to greet one another (except Cyrus who insisted on gentle, long hugs from each of them). They all made their way to the kitchen. Buffy saw Cyrus and immediately began to bust up laughing. “Ok, now I know this is a joke. Cyrus does not have musical ability”.

“Hey!” Cyrus retorted offensively.

“You know it’s true,” Buffy countered.

“I know...” Cyrus said glumly.

“Actually,” Jonah said, pulling TJ in for a side-hug, “TJ is going to be our piano player. But he can’t if he gets made fun of again. You and Cyrus have to promise not to make a video mocking him again. We don’t need a ‘rapping incident’ repeated”.

“You take the fun out of everything,” Buffy pouted.

“Buffy... I really need you to cooperate. This will be helpful for all of us, including your boyfriend,” Jonah lectured. Buffy looked over at Marty, who was standing in the most uncomfortably correct posture she had ever seen.

“Fine...,” Buffy cowered down.

“Well, let’s go make some music boys!” Jonah exclaimed.

The five of them went into Marty’s basement and began to set up. He had a keyboard, his guitar, an old drum set from when his dad was in a high school jazz band, some music recording equipment that his older sister used at times, and a old, raggedy blue couch. The boys began to set up and choose who would play what. Jonah could also play drums, so they decided that he would switch between bass and drums depending on the song. TJ took keyboard, which left Marty with lead guitar and singer. All three boys could sing, so they decided to try and alternate who was singing at times. Cyrus and Buffy laid on the couch talking and browsing their phones while they half-listened to the boys practice. The practice was rough, but they figured it was because it was their first time playing together.

“Even though it was rough, I’m really impressed. Hey, would you guys be willing to play at my birthday party? It’s two weeks from now,” Cyrus asked, hopeful.

The boys looked at each other uncomfortably for a minute and then Jonah caved, “sure”.

TJ began to panic. “What? No! We won’t be ready by then. I won’t be ready be then, especially”.

“TJ,” Jonah said sympathetically, “we have a cover for you, we have a couple weeks to practice and it’s Cyrus’ birthday. We should do it”.

“I don’t know...” TJ hesitated.

“Dare for a Dare,” Cyrus said. This peaked TJ’s interest.

Buffy shook her head, “oh no”. She hated this game.

“I’m listening,” TJ said.

“You perform at my birthday and you can dare me. You can wear the mask, exit off stage quietly, we won’t have to say anything about you playing”.

“Ok, fine,” TJ said thoughtfully. “But you have to perform a solo dance number at your birthday”.

This absolutely terrified Cyrus and the entire room could feel that.

“What if I take on a dare for him?” Marty interjected.

“What do you mean?” TJ asked.

“Exactly what I said. What if I did Dare for a Dare instead. I dare you to perform at the party and you dare me to do something”.

“I guess we could do that...” TJ agreed.

Cyrus let out a giant sigh of relief. “Oh my gosh thank you Marty I thought I was going to die,” Cyrus said in one breath.

“Ok fine. If I play... then you have to juggle five of those baseballs,” TJ said, pointing to a small stack of baseballs in the corner of the basement.

Marty walked over and without saying a word, picked up five baseballs and juggled them flawlessly. He began to add tricks, throwing them under his leg, behind his head and even to Jonah and catching it when Jonah threw it back.

Buffy’s eyes were wide in amazement. There was nothing he couldn’t do. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said as Marty walked back over, put the baseballs in her arms and kissed her cheek.

The next week and a half was practicing every day after school. The boys began to get really in sync with each other- sounding almost flawless. They were only practicing one song, however. But for them, practicing it that much made them sound like an actual band. Buffy and Cyrus got bored after the first practice so they would hang out at Buffy’s house while the boys practiced.

Cyrus was going through Buffy’s closet, when he came across a feathered boah. He took one end and flipped it over his shoulder. “How do I look?” he asked Buffy, one arm on his hip.

“Stunning as always,” Buffy encouraged. She stood up and put a black fedorah on her head. “How am I?”

“Beautiful as always,” Cyrus parroted.

They giggled for a minute, until Cyrus looked sad. He took the boah off and placed it back on it’s hook.

“What’s up?” Buffy asked sincerely. She took the hat off and they both walked over to her bed and sat down.

“Do you think the band will actually play? I feel really bad we ruined TJ’s music career. I think he’s really talented, but because of us he wouldn’t talk about music for almost two years. I feel like he’s ashamed because of me. I didn’t even know he was still playing and teaching piano until a few months ago. I mean, how do you go that long without knowing something like that about your own boyfriend?”

“Trust me. I get it,” Buffy said, unamused.

The night of Cyrus’ birthday party all of the boys were getting ready to play backstage. Marty was warming up his voice, TJ was massaging his hands, and Jonah was tuning the strings on Marty’s guitar. Cyrus walked in and handed TJ his mask. “For you,” he said as he stood on his tiptoes to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek. TJ looked solemnly at the mask.

“So I realized, I need to introduce you, but you guys don’t have a band name,” Cyrus said.

“I guess with all of the practicing we’ve been doing, we haven’t even thought of one,” Jonah remarked.

“I mean, they might be fine without a name,” Buffy stated. She was laying in a chair with her legs draped over the edge while she picked at a chocolate chip cookie. “Like, think about it, the only reason TJ agreed to do this was because of Dare for a Dare”.

While Buffy giggled to herself, all of the boys looked at each other and shouted in unison, “DARE FOR A DARE!”

They each began to shout, “Buffy, you’re a genius!” “That’s the perfect name!” “I love it!”

Buffy wanted to be proud, but she felt more annoyed than anything that that stupid game is what became their band name.

“I love it,” Marty said as he kissed the tip of her nose.

She just smiled as she said, “yeah, yeah, yeah” and shooed him off.

Cyrus looked at his watch, “crap! It’s time! You ready?”

All of the boys hesitated to smile, but nodded that they were. Cyrus ran on stage and introduced them.

“... and now I present, Dare for a Dare!”

The boys walked out on stage. They were in a rec center that had a small performing stage. There were a ton of people at this party and it reminded them of his Bar Mitzvah. Buffy and Cyrus ran to where the crowd was as the boys began to sing. Suddenly, halfway through the song, TJ ripped off his mask, came around from the piano, mic in hand and screamed, “and this one is for the birthday boy!”

He rapped the best birthday rap Cyrus had ever heard in his life. Everyone clapped and cheered when the boys finished and all of them ran off stage. Buffy couldn’t resist herself and immediately kissed Marty the second he was next to her. Jonah ran off to talk to some friends. TJ walked over to Cyrus shyly. “How did I do?”

Cyrus’ eyes were wide. “That. Was. Perfect. I loved it!” TJ giggled a sigh of relief and hugged Cyrus. The rest of the night the band and all of their loved ones danced, laughed, and joked around together. It was the start of a beautiful era.

Requested by: @losrgeekwhatevr

#andi mack #dumba$$ trio #muffy #marty from the party #buffy driscoll #tyrus #am #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #one shot #jonah beck #bowie mack #asks #send me asks

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buffyshirley-blog · 5 years

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The Very Ugly Hat

a Tyrus one-shot

(Part 1)

So I’m a little late considering Christmas was yesterday, but here is a Tyrus holiday one-shot. The idea struck me a week or so ago and I couldn’t resist writing. It’s also my first ever Tyrus fanfic so I hope everyone is in character. If you could reblog this I would appreciate it so, so, so much. I hate to seem desprate but I just can’t get my posts to show up in the tags (maybe I just don’t understand how tumblr works). The one-shot ended up being too long so I had to split into parts. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! (Link to Wattpad below)

It was two days before the start of December Vacation and Cyrus Goodman, completely unaware of the gift giving dilemma he was only minutes from being thrust into, was struggling to fit two large binders into his already over-stuffed locker.

"Listen here, I will not accept this kind of behavior from you two!" Cyrus scolded the binders. "You need to learn to work with me! Not against me!" Cyrus gave a tremendous shove, then stepped back hoping that the binders would miraculously stay put . Unsurprisingly, they did not. They toppled to the floor with a loud bang. Cyrus's shoulders slumped and he shook his head in betrayal at his misbehaving school supplies. "I always consider you my friends."

"Need some help, Underdog?"

Cyrus looked around, already smiling. Even before he saw who had spoken to him, he knew who it was. Only one person called him "Underdog" and that was TJ Kippen. It was the nickname TJ had given Cyrus the first time they ever really talked at the swing set. While TJ more often called Cyrus by his real name, the occasional return of the endearing "Underdog" always made Cyrus smile.

Grinning right back at Cyrus, TJ came to a stop at the locker right beside his. He reached up an arm to hold onto the tallest locker.

Cyrus leaned against his locker in an attempt to act casual. "Not-So-Scary-Basketball-Guy . . . What would make you think I need help?"

TJ shrugged and shook his head. "Nothing really . . . Except the fact that you just told your binders that they are supposed to be your friends."

Cyrus could hear the grin in TJ's voice. He blushed. "Oh . . . Saw that, did ya?"

"Yeah, I was watching you from across the hallway," said TJ without an ounce of embarrassment.

"And why didn't you come to help sooner?" demanded Cyrus, offended.

TJ stooped to pick up Cyrus binders. "I thought you'd figure it out eventually." TJ straightened and grinned at Cyrus. "Besides, I was enjoying watching you try to reason with inanimate objects. It was cute."

In an instant, the "athlete with boundless confidence" turned into a blushing, and internally panicking mess. Besides turning pink, TJ managed to keep his external calm. He just said hastily, "Uh, let me try and get these binders in for you" and quickly his face it Cyrus's locker, hoping it would give his face the chance to cool down.

Cyrus blushed too, but in a happy way as opposed to embarrassed. Had the athletic, and confident captain of the basket ball team really just called him cute?

TJ spent much longer then was necessary fitting Cyrus's binders in. And to no avail, when he turned back to Cyrus his face was still tomato red.

"Thanks," said Cyrus, almost shyly.

TJ ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to act casual again. "No problem."

There was a moments silence. Cyrus said, "Well, I need to get going to class . . ."

"Wait, I have something for you," said TJ. He took off his puzzling small drawstring backpack (how did he fit all his school supplies?) off his back and from it pulled a lumpy object badly wrapped in snowman wrapping paper. TJ held it out to Cyrus.

"Consider it a late Hanukkah gift," said TJ. "And sorry about the wrapping. I did it myself."

Cyrus was quite surprised and touched that TJ has gotten him a gift. Cyrus pulled away the mess of tape and crumpled wrapping paper to reveal a pack of socks. They weren't boring socks either. They were fun socks in bright colors and fun shapes, like zigzags. There was even a pair with dinosaurs on them.

TJ said, "I noticed when you lost your shoe dirt-biking that you've got some pretty cool socks."

~~~

Buffy and Andi were walking together to History class when Cyrus came down the hallway, practically ricocheting off the lockers. He skidded to a stop beside his two best friends, panting loudly. They were alarmed to see him in such a clearly panicked state.

"Cyrus?" said Andi in confusion.

"Are you okay?" demanded Buffy with a frown.

"No," said Cyrus. "Absolutely not."

Immediately the two girls went into overprotective mode.

"What happened?"

"Did someone hurt you?"

"TJ gave me socks!" said Cyrus in anguish.

It took a moment for Buffy and Andi to process this, and then Buffy rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"And that's a problem . . . Because?" asked Andi.

"Because I don't have anything for him!" Cyrus gesticulated wildly as he talked, overly worked up over the whole ordeal. "I was planning on making him another batch of Blueberry-Macadamia muffins but now I can't give him that! It seems like such a pathetic gift!"

"Calm down, Cyrus," said Buffy confidently. "It's TJ how hard can it be to get him a gift? Just get him a hoodie. He never wears anything else."

"I can't get him a hoodie!" said Cyrus in disgust. "That isn't special!"

"I could make you a bracelet to give to him!" suggested Andi brightly.

"Um, remember the bracelet you gave Jonah?" Buffy reminded her.

"Oh, yeah," said Andi. "Right. Maybe not such a great idea."

"Besides, that would be a gift from you, not from me," said Cyrus gloomily.

Buffy put a comforting arm around Cyrus's shoulder. "Don't worry, Cy. You'd think of something."

"But it needs to be perfect!" said Cyrus.

"Just don't give him a piece of rice with his name on it, and I think you'll be good," said Andi.

Part 2 here

Wattpad link: https://my.w.tt/kTdeMqySYS

#tyrus #andi mack #cyrusgoodman #tyrusandimack #tjkippen #tj kippen #muffy #andimackseason3 #buffydriscoll #andimackfanfic #oneshot #andimackoneshot #tyrusoneshot

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multiverseinteract · 5 years

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Mirror City- 9:53 am

The sun was shining through the city as Albi and his team wandered the chrome streets. They checked all over for any sign of the core crystal, exploring the glass skyscrapers and alleyways, looking for any secret rooms or corridors. However, they'd found nothing. Even the strange looking building they'd found before was simply just an electronic bank.

Albi was growing visibly tired, and the others were visibly trying to hide that they too were exhausted. Clive and Marque were taking this like a race, searching everywhere as quickly as they could. Obviously, Albi noticed a sort of rivalry beginning to spark between them. In Albi and Clive's duo, Clive was the one who made the calls. He made the plans, and the tactical escapes, and he always fought first. Clive's ego was heightened after every kill, every successful fight, and every successful survival. He took strongly to his skill, not wanting it to be tainted or challenged. Albi was simply his self control.

As for Marque, he considered himself a natural born leader. He'd always been on his own, surviving, learning, and adapting. He had no parents that taught him. His orphanage was even incinerated before his eyes by pirates of the same likes of him. And when he met his crew, to his surprise, one by one they joined him. They named him leader. Captain.

The title meant a lot to the lone pirate, and he grew a thick ego from it. He was always terrified of that title being taken from him, and his ego helped him protect it, and helped to hide his internal insecurities and fears. Now more than ever, with Collin gone, he held his title given to him by his crew very close to his vest, and Clive was irked by it.

Albi got the churning feeling that this may cause future problems, but decided best not to worry about it now. For now, he'd try and remain the self control for the both of them.

They continued their search, until Molly admitted to his exhaustion and had to sit and rest. Albi joined him, not arguing. Clive and Marque, however, still weren't admitting.

".... Sit your asses down and rest for five fucking minutes," Molly shot up at the two of them, who were locked in a light glare. With dismayed grumbling, they both sat. Clive instantly laid on his back.

"So.. We've found nothing," Albi's voice was monotone, sounding as if he was on the verge of giving up.

"We must be close! How large can this city truly be?" Marque said, still hopeful.

Albi replied with a tired sigh, dipping his head.

"It's been around an hour... Maybe we should stop.. Maybe it's not here."

"Absolutely not! It must be here... This is another world, seperate from mine and yours, yes? And we found one of these in your world... So it would only make logical sense that there must be another one somewhere here... We just need to search more," Marque replied quickly.

"Jeez, feel free... I'm resting," Albi huffed lightly as he laid down on the sleek ground.

"Well... Do not move from this area then. I will keep searching!" Marque got back to his feet before starting to head off.

"Oh no you don't, I'm coming too!" Clive got up and ran after the Captain. Marque huffed but didn't protest, knowing that if he did find anything he wouldn't be able to go up against an enemy like before on his own.

They wandered more, turning down a few streets and checking through alleyways.

Soon, they came up on a single alleyway that was darker. The sun didn't shine here, and this caught Marque's attention quickly.

"Clive, here."

Marque stopped, and Clive halted beside him. They both stared down the dark alleyway, stricken with how different it looked. The neon lights were still glowing faintly down the alley, however the sun was cut off by something and stopped just at the start of it. Marque squinted, catching a faint purple glint coming from the end of the alley.

"There, what do you think that is? Could that be it?" Marque pointed to the glint, and Clive followed his gaze.

"Hm... Maybe. Let's check it out," Clive started heading down the alley, and Marque followed quickly. As they grew closer, the glint made out a shape. A purple crystal star, embedded in the wall. A creature was lying against the wall just beneath it, and it looked similar to a large, sleeping cat.

Ears perked up from the creature, and Marque and Clive drew back quickly. The creature uncurled, standing up, and a new figure was shown. He was sitting on the ground, and he wore a black suit with a fedora, yellow blonde hair sticking out from underneath it. The fedora had a bright orange ribbon on it, and he had a desperate fear in his eyes. A shimmer came from a small purple orb on a necklace just barely sticking out from his suit.

The large cat creature snarled, unsheathing its black and gooey claws. Behind the man was another, also in a suit with lighter blonde hair, and instead of orange, he had red accents. He was lying unconscious, limp against the wall.

Marque and Clive recoiled, in fear of the large, fanged cat. This was a much different appearance than the last enemy. The man got to his feet, and gave an almost apologetic look to the duo. Then the cat charged with a roar and lunged at them.

Marque scrambled out of the way, pressing himself against the glass wall to avoid the pouncing cat. Clive ducked underneath, going for the man with his blade instead.

However, the enemy reacted with cat-like reflexes, and stopped the blade's swing entirely. Clive was shocked to see a desperate and afraid look on the obviously ridiculously powerful man, and was left in even more surprise when he heard him whisper.

"The gem.. Destroy the gem... Around my neck, please...."

The man's voice was shaking, and his voice matched his appearance much more than his strength. He looked as though he was about to cry, and the cat dragged Clive away before he could do as he was told. Clive let out a yell and slashed at the creatures black face, which to his dismay did no damage.

Marque jumped out of hiding, landing on the cat's back and stabbing his scimitar between its shoulder blades. The cat roared in almost pain and bucked backwards, trying to throw Marque off. While it was distracted, Clive got up and ran back to the man, trying to reach for the gem. Though, the man unwillingly fought back, quickly disarming Clive and pressing him up against the wall.

"I'm sorry! He's controlling me!" the man was yelling now, almost in a panicked fear, "The Blackmatter is controlling me! I can't stop myself, I'm not strong enough-"

The man was cut off by himself as he reared back and kicked Clive hard, hard enough to shatter the wall behind him and send him almost flying into the next room. Clive rolled to a stop and coughed, trying to get up and ignore the new pain from his bruise. He ran back at the enemy, tackling him and grabbing at the gem necklace. Still, he fought back.

Marque was trying very hard to keep the cat busy, slashing and cutting into it while trying to stay on its back. Eventually, the cat managed to whip its head around and bite onto Marque's prosthetic foot, luckily doing no harm but managing to throw Marque off and through another wall. Marque ended up rolling across the entire other room's floor and hitting the other wall before stopping. The cat turned back to Clive.

Marque got up as quickly as he could, running back at the cat and letting out a cry before bringing his scimitar down on its neck. He cut its head clean off, and it stumbled to the ground. Meanwhile Clive was still struggling with the other man. He grabbed hold of the amulet, tugging at it and trying to pull it off, but the man wouldn't let him get far enough away.

As Marque went to assist, the cat got back to its feet, as it's stub grew back into a head and it let out an angry roar. It pounced on Marque, who was still standing just in front of it, and slammed him into the ground. It pinned him down, snarling in his face.

"Clive! Whatever you are doing! Hurry!" Marque cried, staring into the throat of the black goo cat as it spread its jaws to bite down on his head.

Clive socked the man in the face upon hearing Marque's cries, and as he stumbled away, Clive yanked the amulet off as hard as he could and slammed it onto the ground. He smashed his foot down on it, shattering it into a million pieces. The cat creature let out a screeching roar before stumbling off of Marque and recoiling away from them. It pawed at its own face before turning into dust before them all.

The man let out a strangled yet relieved sigh before collapsing onto his knees and dropping onto his face. The other man, who'd remained unconscious the entire time, jolted awake the second the cat creature disappeared. He was wearing dark shades over his eyes, and fixed his fedora before quickly crawling over to his partner in orange.

"Rascal? Rascal are you alright??" he put his hands lightly on the other man, who replied by almost slinking into a weak hug, "Ok.. Ok, you're Ok, partner... Jeez.. Don't freak out, I don't know what just happened, but it wasn't you. It's Ok..."

The other man, Rascal, clung onto his partner and almost let out a sob, but managed to contain himself.

"I'm sorry, Cy.. I didn't hurt you did I? What happened to you?" he asked quietly.

"Nothing, I just went out of commission for a bit. I'm just thankful you got out of that on your own.. That fuck off Blackmatter is gone now, somehow.."

The man, still cradling his partner close, glanced up to Marque and Clive.

"Who are you guys?"

#multiverse #not an ask #welcome to the multiverse #story #marque #clive #albi #molly #rascal #cyrus

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summylise · 7 years

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Our First and Last

Soooo….I was kind of given this prompt a LONGGG time ago by @gsut , I believe for last kiss. The thing is…it kind of became a 3000 words one-shot ahahaha… SO HERE IT IS BE WARNED IT’S ANGSTY.

*based on the events of chapter 534*

rating: T, bc character death, and violence

pairings: nalu

word count: 2969

“Natsu!” Lucy cried as she shoved open the guild hall doors.

Her grip on E.N.D— no, Natsu’s— tome tightened. She scanned the guild hall with wide eyes, praying that he was alright.

She knew something was wrong the second that the first master told her to leave. She knew that she shouldn’t have left him, yet she let her doubt get to her. She blindly put her trust in Mavis, hoping that there was some kind of miracle that could at the very least help her partner.

She just couldn’t believe that it took the book of E.N.D attacking her to bring her to her senses.

The blonde’s eyes landed on a tuft of vibrant pink hair almost completely smothered in dark blood and soot. She took a step toward him but froze as the atmosphere began to heat. His familiar magic pulsed as Natsu pushed himself into a kneeling position, though it was clear his fire was fading. His pants were heavy and deep, his wounds leaking inky blood onto his bruising fists.

A deep chuckle sounded from behind her, its sharp cockiness sending shivers down her limbs.

“Come now, Natsu,” said a dark voice. “You and I both know that you can’t take much more of this.”

Lucy narrowed her eyes and zeroed in on its location. Her fingers tightened on the warm leather of Natsu’s book in an effort to stop their shaking. She grit her teeth as she stared down at the black—well now white—wizard before her.

He was a completely different person: blonde, almost white hair, replaced dark black, his robes now bright, and a pair of bright fairy wings fluttered from his back. Had she not seen that look in his eye, she may think that she was looking at a stranger.

Zeref calmly lifted his hand and forced it back, sending large white beams of magic energy slamming into Natsu. The force ripped him off his feet and into the guild’s bar. The entire thing collapsed around him and, for a second, her heart stopped. A second later and a hand, then a whole torso pushed itself from underneath the rubble. Her eyes narrowed back on to Zeref.

He looked like an old dog with rabies, beaten and battered by endless fighting and eyes that didn’t quite see. He gave her the darkest glare she had ever seen and it took everything in her not to fall to her knees right there.

She couldn’t do that. Not when Natsu couldn’t stand.

With a deep breath, Lucy straightened her back and strode in front of Natsu. She lifted her eyes to give him, what she hoped was an equally menacing and challenging glare.

“If you’re going to kill him, you’ll have to kill me too,” she stated with as much determination as she could muster.

Her biceps tensed. Her feet stayed planted protectively in front of her partner. Every fiber in her being screamed to move or get out of there or to do something in order to get away from this evil man.

“Lu-cy,” Natsu groaned from the rubble.

Lucy felt her shoulders slacken but her gaze didn’t waver.

“I promised to protect you, no matter the cost,” she said, her fingers drifting to the pouch on her waist. “And celestial wizards never break their promises.”

Zeref blinked. Then blinked again.

His eyes drifted to Lucy’s pulsing right arm, still covered in the dark veins that sucked on her magic like leeches. She could feel her magic draining slowly, like the way her bathtub would drain after a long soak.

A sly smirk slipped across his face and he let out a hair-raising snigger.

“And I thought battling Natsu was the most fun that I was going to get. This should be entertaining, to say the least,” he said.

The white wizard cracked his knuckles, drawing white tendrils up and around him. Lucy carefully slid the book of E.N.D behind her and into Natsu’s outstretched hands.

She took a breath and snatched her keys.

“Lucy…please…just—” Natsu grunted.

“Open! Gate of the Scorpion! Scorpio!” she exclaimed, touching a different key to her chest.

Dry, golden light enveloped the room. Supple cowhide formed across her skin, its strong and sturdy magic absorbing into her muscles. Scorpio appeared beside her, serious and silent, a complete contrast to his normally wild demeanor. He glared at the mage, covering his eyes from the blinding light of the celestial world.

“Are you ready?” she muttered to her spirit.

She sensed a slight change in his energy. It was still on edge, tense and in suspense for what would happen next. Now she could feel a slight ounce of confidence and challenge that peppered his energy.

Lucy smirked. As long as she had them, Zeref never stood a chance.

She swiped her arm down in front of her with her whip, lashing at Zeref with enough force to tear up the surrounding floorboards. She heard him cry out. She sprinted at him, sinking low to the ground.

“Now, Scorpio!”

“Sand buster!”

A whirlwind of sand shot through the air just as she leaped up. The blast sent her hurtling at Zeref faster than an asteroid.

Zeref raised his arms but not before Lucy got a nice kick to his jaw. He grunted and stumbled back a few steps

“Open! Gate of the Lion!” she cried, slicing the key through the air. “Loke!”

A bright flash erupted from Leo’s key, sending streams of blinding light into the guild hall.

Lucy’s fingers instinctively grasped a second key and lifted it to her chest.

“Star Dress: Cancer Form!”

She raced forward before the dual swords had even formed. Loke’s light would only blind him for so long. She leaped into the air, swinging her swords down towards Zeref’s head. An arm shot out against her swords. Her jaw dropped when the swords didn’t cut straight through his skin.

“I knew you Heartfilias were weak but this is ridiculous,” Zeref said, his voice devoid of any strain or acknowledgment of her full force against his arm.

Zeref snatched her swords in an instant and a heavy force slammed into her back, stealing every ounce of air from her lungs. Stars speckled her vision.

“Lucy!” Natsu screamed.

Lucy wheezed from her position at Zeref’s feet. She hadn’t expected to be beaten that easily, especially since Natsu had already given him a good enough fight. She gulped in desperate mouthfuls of air in an attempt to fill the lungs that had been forcibly emptied. Her eyes watered at the lack of oxygen.

Her expression never changed: a look of pure unadulterated hatred and defiance that stoically stared at the white mage above her.

“I grow tired of our little game, Miss Heartfilia. It’s been fun but I’m afraid that I’ll have to kill you now.”

The blonde grit her teeth, trying to focus on something other than her racing heart. Something other than her trembling fingers. She itched to move from her position on the floor but her muscles refused to budge. It was as if they were made of jelly.

She had tried to fight Zeref, despite Natsu’s pleas to flee. She had wanted to protect him like he had done so many times before. She used almost all of her energy and magic power to fight and it still wasn’t enough to even make a scratch.

She rolled her head to face her partner. Natsu struggled to push himself to his feet but his utter exhaustion weighed him down like a ton of bricks. He clawed at the heavy rubble rooting him to the spot refused to even move an inch. Inky blood trickled from his forehead, leaving deep staining drops of red in the light wood flooring. His biceps pulsed as he pushed at the floor, the rubble, trying to do something instead of laying there helpless.

He growled and finally met her gaze. Panic littered his expression. Pure fear, like nothing she had ever seen before, was written in every crack and scar on his face. She could practically see sweat drip down and mix with his blood.

This was it. She didn’t have much longer and who knew when she would get this opportunity again.

She just wished that Natsu fearing for her safety wasn’t the last thing she saw.

Zeref leaned over her, his heavy presence darkening any natural sunlight that would have filtered through the shambled remains of the guild’s ceiling. Even without the influence of his magic, the world still darkened around him, as if it too feared the great black wizard.

His stone cold fingers snaked around her neck and hoisted her into the air, her bloodied feet dangling below her. Lucy’s hands shot to her throat. The fingers squeezed tighter. Blood rushed passed her ears, throbbing like war drums in a losing battle.

“No! Stop!” screamed Natsu, his voice cracking.

His scrambling grew frantic, frenzied. Like a wild animal trying to scratch out of a pen during a tornado. His snarls became harsher, his growls animalistic. His hips stayed lodged under an enormous pile of rubble, something he wouldn’t be getting out of anytime soon. And he knew it.

Lucy whimpered when black dots peppered her vision. She scratched and pulled and clawed at the hands. Zeref’s eyes narrowed at the strands of red that appeared on his hands in the exact shape of nails. He squeezed tighter, stealing a whimper from Lucy that she was trying to hide.

“You’re just like your mother. You’re nothing but a useless excuse for—”

The blonde spat directly in Zeref’s eye causing him to recoil and take a step back.

Her lips quirked but her cocky demeanor slipped when he opened his mouth again.

“Well there is one thing I can count on,” he began, calmly wiping the spot of saliva. “You always die out.”

Zeref lifted her above his head and sliced his hand clean through her stomach. Lucy’s eyes widened as far as they could go. A gasp slipped passed her lips.

The pain was excruciating, unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was as if her insides were being stabbed by a thousand tiny red hot knives. Zeref jerked back from her body to reveal a dripping and red-stained sleeve. She could barely register his laughing over the earsplitting roar from Natsu.

“No!”

Even against Cobra, his roar wasn’t this loud. This one toppled chairs, disrupted precariously hanging rubble. Its anguish echoed around her nearly shaking the entire room. It wasn’t filled with this much pain before.

“Zeref! I’ll kill you!” Natsu screamed.

The burning pulsed through her system, stealing most of her remaining energy. Her eyes drooped and her hands loosened their grip on Zeref at her neck. She coughed and the taste of iron filled her mouth. The world dimmed.

She couldn’t give up yet. She couldn’t abandon the guild now. She couldn’t just leave him without at least trying to help.

“O-oh stars far and w-wide that embody the he-heavens,” she mumbled, her choked words barely making it out.

Zeref’s laughter quieted. He turned his gaze back on her and tightened his grip on her neck. Lucy quietly whimpered, barely having enough strength to stay awake.

“What did you say?” he muttered.

The blonde heaved her eyes open to give Zeref one final glare. Her fingers twitched in their limp positions at her sides. She dug into the last reserves of her magic, begging her spirits for their support. Her mother had told her that this was going to happen. She taught her of the spell to use and the dangers that came with it. She knew what she was doing and she would need all the help that she could get in order to pull it off.

“I-I implore you, Tetrabib-biblos. By thy radiance, reveal th-thy form to m-me,” she said, lifting her almost deadweight hand to wrap around the hand around her neck.

She squeezed as hard as she could, making sure to have a strong, vice-like grip on him. She only had one shot; there had to be sure that it would hit him. She could feel the magic, her last amounts of energy, surging through her like a river of lightning.

“Eternal ruler of the stars above, now that the aspect is complete,” she continued, her voice strengthening. “I ask that you take my power and safeguard those who live in my heart.”

Golden light enveloped her body, surrounding them with a blinding heavenly light. Glowing tendrils reached from her body and slowly made their way up the mage’s hand. Zeref’s eyes widened. His clutch on her neck slackened, letting her body drop to the ground with a thud. She grunted when a sickening crack filled the air along with a sharp pulse of pain from her shoulder.

Just a little longer. You’re almost done.

“Let your unrestrained rage flow. Protect those whom I deem worthy and smite those whom I do not. Open the raging, tumultuous gate.”

Lucy refused to look away from his burning red eyes. She locked her jaw and dug her fingers into the flesh of his palm. The magical limbs clawed their way up his arm, wrapping around his shoulder and climbing up his neck.

“With all eighty-eight heavenly bodies.” The guild hall fell back revealing a backdrop of the night sky. Hundreds of large, menacing planets swirled around them. Zeref tried to shake off Lucy’s clutch but she dug in further, piercing skin and drawing blood. “Shining!”

“Et Magicae: Urano Metria!” she cried.

The white mage let out a gut-wrenching shriek as the magic crashed in on him. Rings of golden magic swirled around him, swallowing him whole. The room lit with the brilliance of a thousand suns and Lucy squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t loosen her hold, didn’t slacken in any way until the hand disintegrated into ash.

Lucy struggled to keep her eyes open, their heavy pull and the lull of sleep almost too enticing to bare. She managed to push herself to the side; she wanted to see the sky one last time, the stars one last time.

“Lucy!!” Natsu cried, his voice the most broken she’d ever heard it.

A moment later and he was knelt by her side, eyes scanning her body erratically. His shaky hands hovered over her stomach. His breathing was heavy, his heart even heavier.

“Lucy,” he said again, this time softer and gentler, “I’m so—I…I wish I…I.”

Lucy let out a small laugh and a smile lifted to her lips. She tried to hide her grimace but failed miserably. She lifted a bloody hand to his face to cup his cheek. His warm palm instantly covered her own.

“Shh…It’s ok…I chose to do this. There was nothing you could have done,” she whispered.

“But I—”

“No buts,” she interrupted, running the pad of her thumb across his cheek. “At least I finally got to save you…for a change.”

Natsu froze, his eyes widened.

“Nonono. You can’t talk like that. There’s gotta be something I can do,” Natsu said, panic rising in his voice. “I’ll go get help.”

Lucy tightened her grip as much as she could. If he left, she’d likely be alone when it was time. If he left, she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone goodbye. If he left…she wouldn’t be able to see him one last time.

“No. Stop,” she whimpered, unable to hide the pain that stole most of her energy. “There’s no point.”

Her pleading tone was what got to him the most. Natsu clenched his teeth and fought with all of his might not to sprint out of the guild hall shouting for Wendy. She needed him right now and he was helpless to do anything, just like before.

“Lucy, you can’t just leave,” he muttered. “I have to tell you something.”

“There isn’t enough time.”

That’s what set him off. That’s what put the final nail in the coffin. He couldn’t admit it to himself but now he couldn’t help but accept the fact that Lucy, his Lucy, was dying.

“You have to promise me something…Natsu,” she mumbled, each word taking more energy than the last. She could feel the edges of darkness creeping into her vision but she had to hold out a little longer.

Natsu leaned forward, even his hearing having a hard time picking up her voice. She could feel his shaky breath on her cheek, could see the shimmering tears that filled his eyes.

“Promise me…that you’ll go on more adventures. That you won’t let me hold you back.”

Natsu inhaled sharply and a few stray tears fell onto her cheekbones.

“Luce, I—”

“Promise me, Natsu,” she said, putting all of her might into those words.

Natsu paused. His teeth clenched and unclenched. His fists tightened then loosened. He blinked and more tears fell, mixing with her own as they slid down her cheeks. He tried to open his mouth but no words came out.

He shut his mouth and nodded because there was nothing else he could do besides sit there and watch his best friend die in front of him. He couldn’t help himself from leaning forward. He couldn’t just let her go without doing it at least once. He had to have her leave on a happy note…and give him something good to remember her by.

Lucy smiled again and couldn’t stop the tears that fell as well. Darkness crept in, smothering the rest of her vision.

“I just wish I could have gone on them with you.”

The last thing she remembered was the feeling of warm, salty lips pressing against her own. Then everything was silent.

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diddlesanddoodles · 7 years

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COOKING

100 GT theme challenge!

This story takes place in the same universe as Bitter Lemons Make.

Astrid watched from her comfy spot near the windows as Bastian went about his morning routine. The tall dark haired Feirgian ambled out from the upstairs bedroom as he did most mornings, almost tripped on the small rug at the bottom of the steps as he did most mornings, went on to curse at the small rug at the bottom of the steps as he did most mornings, and then blearily stumbled into the kitchen to set the kettle on to make tea. As he did most mornings.

“Mornin’, squeaks,” he yawned, mouth stretching wide to show off the pointed fangs indicative of the Feirgian giants.

Watching as he dug inside the fridge for his usual breakfast fare of pickled fish and Rhrpatche, a weird lumpy kind of pancake made with onions and fried in lard, Astrid picked at the crust left over from her own breakfast and munched on it. Cyrus, as the only one of the Feirgian pair that held a job that required an actual commute, awoke very early in the mornings and had taken up the mantle of feeding Astrid before leaving for the day. It was discovered in her first week with the pair that Bastian, as well meaning as he was, could not be held accountable for the feeding of the small creature that he had brought into their home at any time before noon. His particular occupation required long late nights sitting in front of a large console in his office filtering through codes and endless looping numbers that Astrid could not comprehend even when Bastian had attempted an explanation.

“They call us code divers,” he had told her when the more technically accurate explanations failed to take root. “I fix broken codes for big companies who never bothered to convert to the newer systems in the 80’s. So to fix little problems in their systems, they pay people like me a lot of money to go through their computers and fix whatever is wrong.”

As such, he was not a morning person and quite unintelligible until his first cup of tea.

“Cy...uh...food?” Bastian was saying, blinking inanely at her from across the room as he waited for the tea to steep. “Fed?”

“Uh-huh.” she replied, having deigned his meaning from the disjointed words that made up Sleepy Bastian Speak for ‘Did Cyrus feed you?’. It was another fifteen minutes before Bastian was alive enough to start speaking in coherent sentences, by which time Astrid had gone back to her puzzle box. She had almost solved it three times already, but there was always one piece that didn’t match and she would have to redo the whole thing. She liked the puzzle boxes her two new Feirgian guardians gave her because if she solved them, there was a chocolate inside. But whenever she solved one, they’d give her a more complicated one.

“Auuuuuugh, Cyrus!” Bastian abruptly cried out from the kitchen. Astrid peaked over to see Bastian holding a plastic pouch. An empty plastic pouch that Astrid recognized as the one that Rhrpatche came prepackaged in. “He could have at least thrown the empty package away!”

Disgruntled at the prospect of a Rhrpatche-less breakfast, Bastian tossed the empty puch in the bin and slammed the top back down with a little more force than was really necessary. “Hito Rhrpatche vares. Perkul!”

Astrid perked up at Bastian’s use of Feirgish as he rarely spoke it when she was around. Even Cyrus has gotten into the act of speaking English exclusively in the apartment so as not to leave Astrid out of the loop. Unless they were saying things they did not want her to hear. Like on the rare times they fought or when someone was cursing. And seeing as Cyrus was not around...

“You said a bad word!” Astrid called out while pointing at the offender with an accusatory finger. All twenty something feet of Bastian froze and he turned to gap at the little human.

“No I didn’t,” he replied.

Astrid grinned. “Yes you did. I don’t know what it means, but I know you said it.”

Moving around the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, Bastian made his towards the small sofa in front of which Astrid was sitting. He squatted down and leveled a mildly annoyed frown at her before the thin veil he had been hiding his guilt behind melted. He sighed. “If I give you a cookie will you pretend you didn’t hear anything?”

“A cookie and you solve the puzzle box for me,” Astrid countered. “Then we got a deal.”

There was a flash of surprise on Bastian’s face before he laughed and quirked an eyebrow at her. “When did you become such an extortionist?”

She just grinned and held up the puzzle box.

“Alright, alright, little miss loan shark,” Bastian replied and plucked up the little puzzle and, much to Astrid’s consternation, solved it with only four simple turns. Even with giant fingers. The top popped open and he held the small object out to her. She took it and retrieved the brightly colored foil wrapped chocolate bon bon. Instead of stuffing it into her face, she got up from her spot and walked over to where he bed was set up and placed the bright confection near her pillow.

“I’m gonna save it,” she said in answer to Bastian’s mildly inquisitive expression and then gestured expectantly with her hands. “Cookie?”

He laughed and reached out to scoop her up. “Alright, alright. Cookie it is.”

As Astrid munched away on her cookie, a hard square biscuit with a lemon sugar glaze, Bastian went about the kitchen and began to pull out various utensils, pots, and ingrediants.

“What’cha doing?” Astid asked around a mouthful of crumbs, kicking her feet idly off the top edge of the counter just above the sink and facing Bastian.

“Well, since Cyrus is a dirty pancake thief,” Bastian replied, pulling out a large container of white flour from the cupboard. “I’ll just have to make my own Rhrpatche.”

Astrid tilted her head and made a face.

“What?” Bastian asked, body drawn up in offense. “I can cook.”

“Not according to Cyrus,” she replied. “Isn’t that why all the food you buy is already made?”

“Convenience is not the same as lack of ability,” he said, pulling out a bowl and scooping flour into it without measuring. “I’m lazy, not stupid. There is in fact a difference, kiddo.”

“Don’t you usually measure flour?” Astrid asked.

“You only measure if you’re baking,” Bastian replied, grabbing the glass bottle of milk from the fridge and pouring half of it into the bowl with the flour. He waved his hand in the air as though to disperse any incredulity that might be hanging in the air. “This is cooking. Totally different.”

“Oh. Okay,” Astrid relented and went back to munching on her cookie. “If you say so.”

“Say so, I do.”

She watched him struggle with the onions next. She had watched Cyrus cook several times and he made it look so easy that the true level of difficulty was only highlighted by Bastian’s near complete lack of skill. She winced several times, fearing the dark haired giant would end up slicing his fingers open as he attempted to dice the yellow onion. After a good ten minutes and with some tears in his eyes, Bastian added the onions to the flour and milk.

He held a small jar in front of his face, examining the small printed words on the side. “Mum always added baking soda to her Rhrpatche.”

He tipped the little jar over the mixture and liberally sprinkled the baking soda into it. And then a little more for good measure. “I guess it’s what makes ‘em fluffy.”

Next came the frying part. A wide shallow pan was heating on the stove to which Bastian added several large spoonfuls of pale translucent lard. As the kitchen began to fill with the smell of bacon, Astrid stepped down from the top counter to the main one, standing amongst the carnage of onion skins to get a better look at what Bastian was doing.

Bastian spooned a great heap of the batter and held it above the hot lard, but paused. He looked down at Astrid standing close by and his eyes flickered to the pan. A spark of concern furrowed his brows and wordlessly, he put the spoon back into the bowl and used a single hand to usher Astrid back a good bit.

“Trying to fry Rhrpatche here,” he said with a smirk. “Not little humans. Best keep away from the really freaking hot oil, Squeaks. Can’t think of a way to explain to Cy why I had to rush you to the vets with horrible burns. Y’know. Without sounding like an ass.”

His eye widened at his slip of the tongue and he glanced down to see if Astrid had caught on his use of the curse word. And her triumphant grin informed him that yes. Yes, she had. With a sigh, he fished out another cookie and handed it to her.

“You’re gonna get so fat,” he muttered, giving the batter a good stir before lifting up a heaping of it.

“Then stop saying bad words!” Astrid retorted with a mouth full of cookie. Bastian just smiled and turned back to plop the gooey mixture into the bubbling lard. It splashed and hissed viciously, sending out fleck of burning oil as the heavy goop landed. Bastian leaped back from the flying lard, wiping at his arms where little spot of the hot stuff hand landed.

He was very proud of the fact that he was able to keep from letting out a string of curses that immediately sprang to his lips. And keep one more cookie out of Astrid’s hands. For now.

“Hooooboy,” he said, flashing a grin at Astrid. “Good thing I kept you back huh?”

But Astrid was not looking at Bastian. She was watching the pan. The batter had swollen into a near perfect sphere and was lazily trailing about the hot pan in a circle, it’s spherical shape causing it to turn all on its own. Bastian watched for a moment, transfixed by the sight.

“That does not look like a pancake,” Astrid supplied inanely. “It’s like...the opposite of a pancake.”

After the odd ball of dough had turned an acceptable shade of golden brown, Bastian sat it aside to cool before he cut it in half. The inside was hollow and the outside hard and crispy. He and Astrid exchanged dubious glances.

“Oh well,” Bastian replied with an unconcerned shrug, holding up one half of the ball. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

He tossed it into his mouth and Astrid watched with reserved concern. As he chewed, his eyebrows raised up in a thoughtful expression. “Not bad. Weird, but not bad.”

He offered he the other half and she shook her head.

“What? It’s not poisoned. Try it.”

“Full,” she replied lowly, holding her middle. “Tummy hurts.”

Bastian threw his head back and laughed. “Well no wonder, you silly thing! You ate half your own weight in cookies!”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

#100 themes challenge #COOKING #Astrid #Bastian #giants #tinies #humans #Feirgian #fantasy #bitter lemons make #salty lemonade #gt #g/t story #short story #cute

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starrsquad-blog · 7 years

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Fucking Hell, that Eddie aesthetic edit has been sticking in my head during the whole day, just, damn you too Cy, you got some effective effects in your sleeves there. But I remembered I haven’t made much details about him at all, even though he’s suppose to be that one character who anyone can come up with ideas and theories of who he truly is, only to find what parts out of him whenever I write him, but it wouldn’t hurt to write general information ( part one out of possibly two ) of who he really is and do character analysis of him, with some personal notes from me at the start.

Also Caleb is featured to this because he plays an important part to Eddie, and I’m making few tiny theories and ideas of him for myself because I honesty have no idea what Eddie really is as he’s a pretty… different character unlike my other characters, except somewhat Caleb… says the creator of Eddie, but it’s hard to explain, okay??

Warning for suicide and cannibalism mentions — honestly, he is such a disgusting and disturbing character to ever exist and I have ever created, I would be quite surprised if anyone would be okay after reading the details of him.

Eddie was formerly known as my own version of Darkiplier I made on February 24th, 2015, until I decided to make him as my own OC, changing his name from Dark to Eidottnawi ( pronounced as “eye-dot-naw-wee” ), Eddie for short, despite how his appearance is still basically an evil version of Mark Fischbach. I was still extremely new to writing, the whole character development concepts, how stereotypical character types is a thing, and whatnot, when, I believed, I started getting into writing on May 25th, 2013, which was on my birthday, so my Dark was quite a cringy and stereotypical villainous character ( I can’t even describe him without rolling my eyes at myself and constantly thought, “Brenda, what the fuck is this” ), but I never really gave him a background but how he’s an alter ego to this character of mine who’s inspired off of Mark with the same full name, which I gave no connections or anything as to how my Mark responded with Dark and does him having Dark as a long-term part of his life have affected him personally; it really said that I didn’t take my characters and their developments very seriously back then compare until the near ending of 2015.

I don’t remember when exactly, but I lost my interesting writing with my Mark on March and I didn’t bother bringing him back as I killed him off permanently, and drop Dark too, until I created Caleb in his previous incarnation on November last year, and when his previous self died, I brought him as the new Caleb back at the beginning of 2016 and that’s when I decided to shove my Mark to Caleb as his few previous incarnations as well. Because of that, Caleb would have his life affected by Dark at some point, and on April, I brought Dark back, but this time, I made sure to make him more developed and 3D shaped character. I didn’t exactly write him, but I did use them for Caleb’s personal struggles and obstacles for a long-term plot from April to November last year, which was a very long time, but worth to get a better idea of how would my own Darkiplier behave and think with his morals, and motivations, and just get used to him as a villainous character, considering I rarely made characters who’s known to be a villain in the past. On November was when I killed Dark off because that was how the plot suppose to end with him being gone from Caleb for a while then at the very least, but it was also when I wanted to make him as my own personal OC than him being a Darkiplier OC.

So to finally start with the actual details about him with this question: who is Eidottnawi? Especially, who is he to Caleb? Was he also known to be the Caleb Norwood, but for some reason, he wasn’t him anymore and became himself — perhaps Caleb made a deal to someone divine who would take part of his soul that contains his negativity and pessimism as an exchange for him having the capability to be resilient, and Eddie managed to come into his life to teach him how everyone can’t ever be happy and optimistic? Is he the future Caleb and he goes back in time to when Caleb doesn’t have extreme flaws upon his mortals and personality, to remind him that he will eventually change to how he is and show him how would his future self be like because of how cruel and dark the world can make a person? Or is he just a vivid imagination of himself, made intendedly and subconsciously made by Caleb himself, to put himself into traumatizing situations and scenarios he would believe he so deserve, being told by himself, or so Eddie, of the things he refuses to acknowledge of, but as a result in the end, he would with a better reason other than him giving up on himself?

While he is somewhat part of Caleb, he is an extremely bitter and terribly broken God, he knows how life itself works and plays upon Mortals and Gods, and he have lived, more than what should be enough for him, or so he would wish him to die at least to his nineties. As Caleb is the God of time and space, Eddie is the Dark God, may would he be viewed as “the Void” as well, which would make sense to have a belief that they both would create the space and time with everything and nothing, if Eddie actually exists as a separate individual, I suppose. But, maybe, because Eddie is somewhat Caleb, and seeing him being all happy-go-lucky and doesn’t give twice a shit about anything when he should be behaving and thinking the way he is, acknowledging the bad cases in what life offers to, it makes him furious and wants to damage Caleb for himself, even if he doesn’t want to, but he’s trying to help him.

You see, Eddie, like Caleb, wants to help the world, to be the hero, because of their creation of the world, to Eddie, he doesn’t want to see it end with a split between beauty and chaos, and unfortunately, it seems impossible because there’s need to a balance with everything to nothing, but rather than attempting to influence people’s negative actions and beliefs, as obvious as it is, he kills them, and you may now view Eddie as a stereotypical antihero rather than a villain, but, oh, his morals are so much more and that along with his ways to help the innocents are a lot more fucked up and twisted, and here is the list:

1. HE WILL LIE in order to make people feel reassured and happy. 2. HE WILL KILL BEAUTIFUL-LOOKING PEOPLE as he doesn’t want them to experience a moment of them “becoming” ugly. 3. HE WILL KILL CHILDREN so they could die without having to experience what’s the world really like to them as they grow up. 4. HE WILL BE RUDE AND OBNOXIOUS TO OTHERS in order for people to get away from him and prevent them from befriending him as he wants best for both him and them to not grow attach each other, otherwise their feelings for each other would rip apart from their chest in the end. 5. HE WILL KILL THE POOR as to help end their suffering of hunger in desperation and be free and welcomed to heaven or anywhere as a paradise. 6. HE WILL HARM PEOPLE as to help them have more attention, love and care from their friends, families and loved ones. 7. HE WILL BULLY PEOPLE to help them improve their ability to stand up for themselves. 8. HE WILL GIVE DRUGS, ONE NIGHT STANDS, OR ALCOHOL TO PEOPLE to make them feel entertained and satisfied, if only they would ask for it, 9. HE IS WILLING TO KILL PEOPLE IF THEY ARE SUICIDAL so it would look like a murder case rather than them committing suicides to make their friends and loved ones more dreadful and pity them, much to their dislike. 10. HE WILL COMMIT CANNIBALISM OF EATING “HIS OWN KIND,” HUMANS AND ENCOURAGE THEM TO DO IT SO to help decrease the overpopulation of the world and there would be food available with human parts if any other isn’t available.

Does he have lack of remorse from doing them just as killing the bad people? Yes, he would lack any sympathy in committing such crimes like that, because, again, he wants to help and he does think what’s listed above is the best way to do them, but to anyone, it’s clearly wrong, but at the same time… it has their reason that makes his crimes more appropriate to commit them. He never thinks of his target’s friends and families because it’s about them only, and that’s it, and he’s helping them for their sake only. Plus if anyone wishes to join them, Eddie wouldn’t mind killing them to be with their deceased loved ones once again. What is even the biggest belief that sticks to his mindset is how in the end, everyone will die, so he doesn’t think anything matters, but the people who he kills, are given a ticket to be truly happy and free earlier. With moral number nine, that’s what his real name, Eidottnawi, comes to play. It is either a gift or a curse, and either someone says what is the backword of his name as a beg or a realization of what his name actually meant, it’s like a kick to his instinct to kill them.

I want to die, I want to die, an̸̴d ̶̡ýo͜͡ú̢ ̸̷̷wi̵l͢͢l̨̢͟ ͏͝r̨̡e̶c͢e̷͟ív͢͜e҉ ̶ţ̕h͏e̵ ҉t̡̕͘iç̸̷k̷̵͝ę́t͏,̧ ̴͝m̷ý̵ ̸͘d̷̷́e̕҉̧a̡r͢.́͞͡

#notes #Eidottnawi

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