Day 1: a magnificent slice of stardust by @bittercape. Roy Harper/Tony Stark, 857 words, rated T.

Day 2: An Adamantium Shovel by @notherdeadrobin. Jason Todd/Slade Wilson & Logan, 3496 words, rated T.

Day 3: The Stockings Were Hung by @betrayedbycinnamon. Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd/Clint Barton, 3945 words, explicit.

Day 4: Can’t Start A Fire Without A Spark by @mightymightygnomepriest. Frank Castle/Jason Todd, 1322 words, explicit.

Day 5: Winter Traditions by @carcrash429. Clint Barton/Ronon Dex (Stargate Atlantis), 1152 words, rated G.

Day 6: Barebow by @artaxlivs. Clint Barton/Jason Todd, 3421 words, rated M.

Day 7: Biggest Fan by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Roy Harper, art.

Day 8: Make It Up As We Go Along by @there-must-be-a-lock. Roy Harper/Clint Barton, 4922 words, rated T

Day 9: early next mornin’ (‘bout a half past nine) by @capriciouswrites. Karen Page & Jason Todd, 2212 words, rated M.

Day 10: Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by @there-must-be-a-lock. Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Dick Grayson/Clint Barton, 4461 words, explicit

Day 11: Baby It's Hot Outside by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Jason Todd and Clint Barton/Diana Prince, art.

Day 12: Sit By The Fire by @darbydoo22. Steve Rogers/Dick Grayson, 746 words, rated G.

Day 13: On Target by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Roy Harper, art.

Day 14: Waiting For Something More by @wyxan. Peter Parker/Michelle Jones & Tim Drake, 2342 words, rated G.

Day 15: Nocking Point by @artaxlivs. Jason Todd/Clint Barton. 5042 words, explicit.

Day 16: any frontier, any hemisphere by @bittercape. Jason Todd/Steve Rogers, 719 words, rated T.

Day 17: Christmas Magic by TheologyDiscography. Clint Barton & Harry Potter, 1694 words, rated G.

Day 18: to hold saltwater in your mouth by @paprikadotmp4. Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes, 598 words, rated T.

Day 19: Wake Up by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Jason Todd, art.

Day 20: Birds of a Feather by @carcrash429. Clint Barton/Sam Wilson/Dick Grayson, 1291 words, rated G.

Day 21: all things nature’s given by @carcrash429. Clint Barton & Dick Grayson, 1327 words, rated G.

Day 22: I’ll Take The Dangerous One by @wyxan. Yelena Belova/Stephanie Brown, 2698 words, rated T.

Day 23: In Brightest Day by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Kyle Rayner, art.

Day 24: can’t start a fire without a spark, ch. 2 by @mightymightygnomepriest. Frank Castle/Jason Todd, 3468 words, explicit.

hiii i was wondering if you’d be willing to write s part 2 to cardigan, the one with elorcans daughter, Diana x rowaelins daughter but now where they are faced with a threat and they’re alone so they have to fight alone. Something happenes and Diana almost gets hurt but reader takes the blow instead and Diana is heartbroken. the parents know something is wrong immedietly so they check on their daughters. They find reader almost dead and they heal her. Diana is distraught bc she feels like her soul is being crushed and they realize the mating bond is there🥲🥹 reader wakes up and Diana hugs her and cries and it’s all so fluffy. I just know Elorcan would have so much respect for reader after this, for anyone, getting Lorcans approval is damn near impossible but since reader is so close to them and especially after this, he approves. a little fluff moment with Elorcan

Anything For Her

Elorcan daughter x Rowaelin daughter!reader

A/n: not me liking this better than cardigan 🫣

You can read Cardigan here :)

Warnings: violence, blood and gore,

It was supposed to be a simple recon mission. Just you, Diana, and your brother Sam. The small group of Dark Soldiers had spotted you and just started an all out assault on the three of you.

From a few feet next to Diana, you watched one of the last soldiers standing nock an arrow in his bow and aim for your girlfriend. Panic floods through you. You act before thinking. The only thing on your mind was protecting Diana.

As the soldier let the arrow fly you dove in front of Diana. The arrow found home in your stomach. You fell to your knees clutching at the wound. The world went quiet before you hit the ground, closing your eyes. It hurt so much. This pain was unbearable.

You swear you heard a primal scream come from Diana’s throat. You wanted her near you. Needed her to hold you as the pain consumed you. You try to call out for her but your lips feel heavy. As your vision goes dark you hear Diana scream again.

Diana watched you fall to your knees and she saw red. Rage consumed her entire body as she launched herself in the direction of the soldier who shot the arrow. Drawing her sword back, Diana ran and didn’t stop until she swung. The man’s head rolling in the grass.

Skidding to a stop her chest heaves. Blood coated the grass as the man’s body fell with a thud. Diana turned taking in the small battle field around her. Then Sam over your body. He had his hands over your stomach to help staunch the bleeding wound.

Dianna wasted no time grabbing you and getting back on her horse. She rode faster than she ever had before, pushing Flicka to her limit. She didn’t look to see if Sam was behind them. She had to get you to a healer. To your father. She can’t lose you, she just can’t.

Riding right up to the palace doors Diana dismounts gently pulling you with her. “Help! Get the King! Call for a healer! Help!” She screams at the top of her lungs. Sam came rushing in the open doors. Rowan and Aelin quickly followed by Elide and Lorcan came sprinting into the entry hall.

With wide eyes your father took you into his arms yelling out orders as he took you to a spare room. Diana followed as healers rushed around you, your family standing off to the side with Elide and Lorcan. Sam clings to his mother apologizing over and over again.

Diana felt something in her chest fading. Like her heart was slowing down. Her eyes landed on your chest which was rising slower and slower with each breath. Diana feels something clench at her heart, then a tug in her chest as your hand twitches toward her.

“No,” she whispers. “NO! You have to save her! Save my mate!” The room is stunned into silence. Lorcan and Rowan share a pained look. Aelin sniffs the air and lets out a gasp. Elide clings to Aelin’s arm as they just stare at you. Diana won’t stop yelling at the healers and they need to concentrate. Rowan points his chin at the door and Lorcan lifts his daughter, dragging her out in the hall.

She fought her father every step of the way. Hitting, kicking, and screaming at Lorcan to be let back in the room. To be by your side as the healers worked.

Lorcan had never seen his sweet Diana like this. She’s usually rational, all think first act later. But this…this was the mating bond. He pinned her to the wall holding her arms to her sides. “Diana stop! Listen to me!” At her fathers sharp tone she stopped struggling. Her long black hair half in her face, hiding her tear stained cheeks.

“You need to let Rowan and the healers do their jobs. You screaming like a maniac will not help y/n. I know you want to be with her but it’s best you do not go back in that room, understand?” Diana slowly nods and crumples into her fathers chest. She lets out a wail that dies into broken sobs.

Clutching at her heart she sends love down the bond to you. Sending images of your sweet memories like your first kiss, sneaking around the castle, making up after your first fight. Lorcan held his eldest daughter as she cried. Hell, he even started crying. He never wanted his baby girl to feel this way ever. If he could get in there and heal you himself he would.

Hours later Rowan comes into the hall. Aelin immediately embraces him. “Is she?” The Queen whispers to her husband, “Yes. She’s going to be out for a while but she’s going to be fine.”

Everyone visibly relaxed. You were safe and Diana could breathe again. She felt the bond hum to life again.

Your father moved you to your room once you were more stable. Diana refused to leave your side until you woke up. She fell asleep with her head on your thigh while sitting in an armchair next to your bed. When you stirred the next morning Diana shot up.

“Y/n/n! Oh thank the gods, baby I was so worried.” Diana flings her arms around your neck as you groan from her slight weight. She pulls back, holding your face in her hands. It was clear she had been crying for hours. “Never. Ever. Do that again.”

You lay your hand over hers, turning your head to kiss her palm. “I’m sorry I worried you. But I couldn’t let that guy hurt you.” Both your eyes line with silver. “I can’t believe you’re my mate.” You whisper, smiling like a love sick fool at Diana. Her lips crash onto yours in a loving and passionate kiss. “I can’t either.” Diana whispers back against your lips.

Before you could pull Diana into bed with you, your door creaked open. Your mother and father poked their heads in. “Hey sweetie,” Aelin says softly. She rushes over to your bed resting a hand on your forehead. “Hi mom.” She shakes her head lovingly at you.

“You scared us half to death.” “I’m sorry mom, I just…all I saw was Di in danger and had to save her.” Rowan stepped up next to Aelin. “While your mother and I are upset we are happy for you and Diana. I understand the feeling.” He smiled down at you as he gripped your hand.

From the doorway Lorcan clears his throat. “Sorry to break up the reunion. Can I have a moment with y/n?” Your parents and Diana look between you and Lorcan. You nod reassuringly at them. Diana seems hesitant to leave. “I’ll be fine.” You say to her. “I’ll be in the hall,” she grimaces at her father who raises a dark eyebrow at her.

Lorcan sits in the arm chair next to your bed. He looks at you with a dark gaze, like he’s dissecting you. “I know your parents and Diana have already told you what you did was reckless and dangerous. Let me tell you what I saw.” You tilt your head curiously against your pillow. “I saw someone who cares about my daughter put their life on the line to protect her. I would always tell Elide that no matter who Diana dated no one would be good enough for my little girl. Not even her mate.”

You had no idea why Lorcan was giving you this speech now. If he was here to tell you he didn’t want you and Diana to accept the bond he could at least give you the courtesy of fully recovering first. You were about to tell him that when his next words shocked you. “But I take that all back now. I know you really care about each other and you more than proved that. And will have the scar for eternity to show her as well. Thank you, y/n.”

He got up to leave. As Lorcan was half way across the room you called out, “So does this mean we have your blessing. Because you were the one we were worried about.” Lorcan smirks at you over his shoulder. “I thought I made myself clear,” And leaves.

Not gonna lie, it's worth remembering that Iron Spike (The nb behind Iron Circus) is roughly as checkered as Vivzie is - look up some of the comics broke me things by @jaqqqln, Diana Nock and @kinodras... or her old persona Squee Rat. Dunno if any of the indie darlings aren't hellhole productions, IMO.

Wait, what now? This is the first I'm hearing about this.

I finished reading "Poorcraft: The Funnybook Fundamentals of Living Well on Less" by C. Spike Trotman and Diana Nock. Yay for reading comics! https://www.instagram.com/p/Cue8T76O9vg/

Nominee for Best Print Comic of 2017:

You & a Bike & a Road by Eleanor Davis. Koyama Press.

Nominee for Best Web Comic of 2017:

Wonderlust by Diana Nock.

Winners will be announced March 30th, 2018.

See the full shortlist of nominees here!

The sea monk [Medieval Danish folklore]

In 1546, a strange creature was captured at the eastern coast of Zealand, Denmark (1549 according to some sources). Guillaume Rondelet concluded that this creature was a kind of merman (Homo maris), but was suspicious of the images he had seen, as many of them did not resemble each other. According to Conrad Gesner’s Historiae animalium, the sea monk measured 4 cubits (1.8 meters) and had a black face (“like an Ethiopian). According to his sources, a similar creature was captured in the estuary of the Scottish river Forth.

I could find no claims about the intelligence of the creature, so I don’t know whether it was supposed to be a fish that resembled a human or a merman-like creature. Nevertheless, modern-day theories propose that the sea monks were walruses, seals or rays, possibly with heavy wounds or mutilations. It is also possible that the sea monk was a Jenny Haniver, a fake mythological creature stitched together from dead fish parts.

(Image 1 from Historiae animalium, 1574) (Image source 2: Diana Nock on Artstation)

but now i've met you and i know

Mia Dearden. Cissie King-Jones.

Designated Archers. Chance Meetings. Target Practice.

709 words.

(ao3.)

On one September morning Cassie had invited Cissie over to catch up, then got immediately called into a meeting with Diana — something about a demigod and a stolen lightning bolt. Needless to say, when Mia entered the kitchen in the morning she was surprised to find a gold-medal winning Olympian sitting at the table.

They’re similar in some ways — they’re both blonde, they both look good in red, and they both know what it’s like to be a team’s designated archer.

But perhaps that’s where the similarities end. Cissie is a retired cape and Mia rocks the mask, Cissie shoots recurves and Mia’s been favoring compounds, Cissie is of average height and Mia is lucky to be over five feet tall, Cissie’s eyes are blue and Mia’s are brown.

Yet as the two stand in the shooting range of Titans Tower they manage to get along like old friends. Cissie holds one of Mia’s custom made bows — a compact model that takes up way less space than her usual recurve. After she pulls back with all of her strength she uses a trigger release to launch the arrow across the room. It sinks into the target with a distinctive thunk!

Even as Mia focuses on her own practice, she can’t help but look at Cissie’s work. How often does one get to witness the work of a gold medal winner up close?

Meanwhile, Cissie’s brow furrows in frustration and she lets out a low groan. “Dammit, still shooting to the left.”

“It’s fine,” Mia assures. She knocks an arrow into her bow — another compound, this time of a normal size. “That thing’s customized to my proportions, after all.”

The shorter blonde pulls back on the bow string, aims for a second, then releases the arrow into the air. It lands closer to the center, situated with the many arrows Mia had launched beforehand.

“Good shot,” Cissie applauds. She grabs another arrow from her belt quiver and nocks it onto the bowstring. “And here I am just trying to get a decent grouping.”

For a few more moments the two just stand there and shoot, falling into a comfortable silence as the arrows sink into the target. Cissie seems stubbornly determined to get decent results from the unfamiliar bow — so much so that she hasn’t smiled in the last few minutes. Bart certainly wasn’t kidding when he described Cissie as a hardass.

On the other hand, Mia simply keeps her training quota up. Recently she’s been experimenting with holding her arrows in her bow hand, something that increases her loading speed and helps her live up to her name.

Cissie nocks another arrow and draws the bowstring back. She takes more time to focus and aim, her brow knitting itself in concentration.

“Don’t pull so hard,” Mia warns. “I dry fired doing that last week.”

Cissie nods silently and takes an extra few seconds to aim. When she releases the arrow and it whips through the air it finally lands inside the center of the target. With a grin Mia claps and a humored Cissie gives her a polite curtsy. Even a person as uncompromising as her had her softer moments.

After a few minutes the pair of archers walk to the targets to retrieve their arrows. As they do so, Mia says something she’s been wanting to say for the whole afternoon.

“Y’know, I’m surprised we didn’t meet sooner.” She turns to Cissie and gives her a friendly grin, “Even more so that GA never invited you to the Arrowcave.”

“I don’t think there’s any point in that now — Arrowette’s retired,” Cissie says, loading some arrows into her belt quiver. “And do you really call it the Arrowcave?”

Mia sighs, embarrassed. “Yeah.”

Cissie tries to stifle a laugh as she and Mia walk back to the other side of the shooting range. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Mia says, nodding as she proceeds to nock another arrow to her bow.

Cissie does the same, using the trigger release to pull back on the string. “Why do you go by Speedy when you’re not a speedster?”

“It’s a trademarking thing,” Mia explains, letting the projectile free and soar through the air. “Besides, Arrowchick doesn’t roll off the tongue.”

Adventure (Pt.1)

A/N:Hi so this is an X-men fanfiction series that I am creating. I take suggestions and requests thank you and I hope you enjoy

#mutant and proud

adventure-pt2   adventure-pt3

Chapter one: Fire and Ice

They stood against the building with a group of other mutants. The first had wild shiny silver hair. His eyes were a beautiful light brown. A shade that I had never seen in someone’s eyes before, like milk chocolate. His features reminded me of an excited child, his smile never seemed to leave his face, that look of excitement and mischief always in his eyes. His tall frame was well built and strong, yet slim. The boy next to him then had my attention. Not because of the way his hair seemed to be almost golden, or because his lips were always set in a permanent look of boredom, not because his eyes seemed to hold every negative emotion in them at the same time, and not because of the way his body was built perfectly, giving him the build of a god. It was because of his mutation, he had beautiful wings as white as snow, with patches of brown and tan, like angel wings. At the edge of his wings along the bone, on either side are claws. The looks on the peoples faces that look at him is fear. Immediately I’m confused. Why did they fear him. Then again beauty was something to fear, it made you let down your guard, distracts you from the threat at hand. If anything I knew that better than anyone else. I stoped thinking of why I should fear him, once more allowing myself to get distracted again. He looked like an angel, a dark angel, a fallen angel, an archangel. Suddenly as if someone had been watching me stare at him, and had told him, he looks at me. anyone else would have looked away immediately, out fear of what would happen if caught staring at him. However my gaze held, eyes locked on his. It was something I was familiar with. Not something I had done before but had witnessed animals engage in. It was a stare down, a silent  battle for dominance. I cocked my head to the side curiously. He doesn’t look away just yet. I smile at him, which seemed to take him by surprise. I then hear the sound of a familiar howl. I turn my head and standing about twenty miles away staring at me was my best friend Luke. I smirked then I was sprinting towards him. His body immediately bracing for impact. One of my ability’s allowing me to push myself faster than most people can run. I swivel left running towards the building. I run up the side of it on all fours, looking like a dangerous animal about to kill its prey. then once I’m in the right position I launch myself off of the building wall, and tackled Luke. Immediately as we wrestled he rolled us over so that he has me pinned to the grass. “I win.” He exclaimed. I smirk. Then I kick my legs up launching him into the air. His face no longer playful, determination filled his eyes. My smile drops and suddenly I look just as serious. I roll out of the way and take a defensive position on all fours. He lands and I stand up no longer crouched. Slowly we circle each other looking for a hole in the others defense. I no longer care if he can counter attack. I lunge and manage to land a solid roundhouse kick to his gut and he’s sent flying. Neither of us care that the entire population of student on the great lawn are watching. Some worried that we’re fighting but too afraid to do something, so eager to see the outcome of the brawl, some already placing bets, and some just generally curious. Another of my abilities take over and suddenly I’m speeding towards him inhumanly fast but not to the point where you cant see my movements. I make it to him before he hits the wall and I land a blow top his back that sends him flying in the other direction, just like before I’m there before he can hit anyone, suddenly in the air I spin around mid air and kick him downward he hits the ground with a force that creates a loud booming sound and the earth shakes. I land skillfully on the balls of my feet. Cautiously approach him. Suddenly he’s on his feet and he throws a punch landing to my abdomen I keel over but quickly recover, just fast enough to counter his next attack. I dodge his next blow and use my own momentum to jump int the air and wrap my leg around his neck taking him down, he lands on top of me and I put him in a head lock. he struggles a bit but eventually taps my arm twice tapping out. I let him go and he rolls over panting for air. “I win” he it still on the ground on his back. He laughs “I’ll win next time.” He claims. I laugh softly and shake my head slightly. I then reach out and he grabs my hand. I help him up and then I hear the sound of foot steps walking closer. “looks like the mutt got his butt handed to him... again.” I turn and glare at the boy with dirty blond hair in front of me. “leave him alone Jack.” I say angrily. “Or what?” I growl at him taking a step forward, but Luke grabs me by the arm and shakes his head. “he’s not worth it.” He says sounding hurt by the insult previously thrown at him. My growling getting louder, resonating deep in my chest. My eyes flash a bright red. “Tiki lets just go.” My eyes fade back to their usual soft coffee color. “fine.” Luke turn letting go of my arm and starts walking away. “but not before this.” I then roundhouse kick Jack and he is sent flying. I dont even wait to see him hit the ground I just turn and walk off. The bell rings and me and Luke part ways. I sat in the corner of the class room, I had a look of awe on my face as I watched Kurt practice his teleportation abilities. Jean walks over. “What do you like him or something” her voice sounded in my head. I laugh once. “Yes, but not in that way.” I speak back to her through my thoughts. “Then why are you staring.” I turn and look at her. this time speaking aloud. “I’ve always had a thing for mutants with physical mutations. Never had the patience for people who look too... human.” She nods once then waits for me to continue talking. it was the first time I had spoken aloud today so my voice caught a few people off guard including all of Jean’s friends. “I don’t really have a thing for them in that way, I just find it... I don’t really know how to put it. There are plenty of words o could use but none of them combine all of them into one word. It’s not that I find physical mutations weird or anything. It’s more like I find them... well the only word that I can think of is amazing really.” She seems curious now so she sits with me waiting for me to tell her everything. When I dont say anything she speaks. “name some people and explain.” I think for a moment. “It’s not exactly something I can explain.” She looks confused now. Kurt was listening in wanting to know why I found him so interesting when everyone else didn’t. “I dont understand.” She claims for the first time. I laugh softly. “ok. Imagine seeing a big bright butterfly, and you think that it’s beautiful. Then someone asks you to explain why it’s beautiful. Sure you could say that you like its wings or how it seems to light up in the sun. That would be obvious so instead they make you explain why you feel that particular thing is beautiful. You can’t explain that but just... feel.” She nods once in understanding. “so you feel he’s beautiful?” I giggle once. “yes but that is not what we are talking about.” I say. She laughs once and Kurt smiles softly. After a while I find myself standing in the middle of the training mat faceing Alex summers also know as Havok. Jean was reading my mind listening to see how I would play this out. I watched as he threw a punch. It seamed as if time slowed down around me. One moment I’m standing eight feet away the next time slows for everything and everyone but me and quicksilver who is the only one who can see everything happen in explicit detail. I laugh once, and punch him. He’s sent flying but time slows again I speed in front of him again before he hits the ground. I punch him again and speed over to him once more this time kicking him, I keep making it to him before he hits the ground. Punching and kicking. Peter smirks and pulls out his phone and plays smooth criminal. time speeds up again and before he hits the ground I launch myself into the air wrapping my leg around his neck bringing him down on the ground then dirty Diana plays. I slowly straighten out of my crouch. Alex jacknives to his feet with a smirk on his face. “lets get serious then” he says. I pull my leather jacket off and toss it to the side. With a look of determination and excitement fills my eyes. Warren turns off the music and replaces it with his own. I tense my body and crack my neck. I take my defensive position and he does the same. He bulldozes at me and I dodge he turns fast enough to land a good hit to my rib cage. That hard punch nocks the air from my lungs but it only fuels me. I roundhouse kick him and he’s sent flying, he manages to recover from the attack quickly this time. Both of us are an angry blur of punches and other attacks. The beat seems to drop then I’m launched into the air by one of his blows. I twirl through the air my eyes close temporarily then fly open and I grab onto a ceiling beam above me and use my momentum to flip myself onto it. I spring from the beam and turn landing sideways on the wall and push myself off of the wall and launch myself at him. I tackle him and pin him, he managed to switch our positions so that I’m pined and under him. “I win.” I smirk. “dont think so.” I retort. My hand goes up to his shirtless form and electricity flows through my hand electrocuting him. I take his short distraction to my Advantage. Bodies by drowning pool comes on and I can’t help but get hyped by the song that I listened to every weekend. Warren saw me getting hyped and he turns the music up. Alex is on his feet once more. I become a blur and kick him hard and he hits the floor hard. I crouch closer to him. “had enough yet?” I ask cockily. “nope.” Next song is Zombie by Bad Wolves. I was surprised that warren knew all of my favorite songs. once again me and Alex are cautiously circling each other. I make a move and he blocks my punch. He tries to counter with a side kick but I catch his leg and use my last attempt to finally win without using all of my abilities. I kick his other leg out from underneath him and he’s sent into a left split making him cries out in pain. He rolls over holding his crotch. “you win.” He says in pain. “mhm thought so.” I say then I turn and grab my jacket. I turn and reach for warrens phone and search never too late by three days grace. It begins playing and he looks amused. “nice pick.” He says. “well duh I have great taste in music and you obviously do too.” He smirks. “but I already knew that.” I roll my eyes at him and go sit with Jean and Kurt who had joined her. I smile at Jean. “your up.” She gets up and takes her place on the mat facing Jubilee. I sit next to Kurt and watch. he clears his throat and I look at him. “Hello, my Is Kurt” I smile and hold out my hand. “it’s nice to meet finally meet you Kurt, my name is Tiki.” He smiles. And shakes my hand. I watch as Jean is about to make a move and I start talking. “if Jean lands this blow to Jub’s leg then the match is already over for her, but if she manages to dodge then can counter attack with a roundhouse kick knocking Jean to the ground, distracting her long enough to pin her for three seconds ending the match.” Kurt looks at me in amazement. “you got all that just by their stances.” Your offensive and defensive stances can tell you a lot about whats going to happen befor it even happens. He look unconvinced. I smile. “you’ll see.” We both watch the match unfold. Jean moves forward and Jubilee doesn’t see it coming. Jean lands a kick to her calf and we watch as Jubilee begins to fall, Jean gets her in a head lock before she hits the ground, and flips Jubilee over and onto her back on the mat pinning her for three second and Jubilee taps out. I look at Kurt and smile. “told you.” He looks awed. Then my phone chimes, and I pull it out. It was Luke. ‘Glasses or no glasses?’ There is a picture of him wearing a pair of shades and one without them. ‘No shades’ i reply, then I turn my phone off and put it away. After a while I watched as two boys take their places on the mat. Kurt begins talking. “that one on the left is John Allerdyce, he has the power to manipulate fire, and the one on the right is Bobby Drake who can create and manipulate Ice. There code names are Pyro and Iceman.” I watch as Pyro pulls a Zippo from his pocket. It was designed like a shark. I was curious of the outcome of the fight. It was an equal fight, opposite powers. Fire and Ice.

A/n: I will be making a part two, I take requests and suggestions, i’m still looking for a beta reader so if you would like to hit me up and talk about it go right ahead. You are all X-men in my eyes. Have a great week and happy belated Easter.

P.s. I apologize for my horrible grammar and English. I just edited it so we should be good now.

@shelassos​ said: “I don’t believe in marriage. Or, at least, not Mankind’s distorted version. But I do believe in you. In us.”

SHE  GETS  ENOUGH  OF  CEREMONY    in  trussing  herself  up  for  battle.    putting  on  the  gauntlets    &    the  tiara  is  a  presentation  of  vanity,  truth,  all  for  an  end  that  has  only  ephemeral  value.    

diana  is  earth    &    permanence  from  the  plant  of  her  surefooted  stance  against  the  ground.    maeve’s  thumb  traces  the  arch  of  her  cheek,  so  perfectly  sculpted,  &    she  looks  into  kind,  dark  eyes  that  hold  no  hesitation.    

❛      that’s  enough  for  me,      ❜    maeve  says.      ❛      knowing  that  it’s  you,    ❜    her  opposite  palm  skims  over  the  equally  artful  bands  of  her  collar,  fingertips  dipping  into  the  nock  below  her  throat  until  her  palm  can  splay  over  the  space  where  a  heart  beats  in  time  with  her  own.  its  rhythm  is  steady,  warm,  reassuring  in  its  wholeness.    ❛    —    &    me.    ❜      

their  noses  graze,  a  gentle  brush,  a  barely-there  whisper  that  follows  so  that  lips  can  touch,  too.    she  doesn’t  NEED  the  unbroken  circle  of  a  ring  when  they  have  the  shared  bond  of  bracers    &    body  armor    ;    she  doesn’t  need  to  stand  in  front  of  crowd    &    shout  to  the  rooftops  when  her  whole  life  is  already  on  a  pedestal  for  the  public  to  revere    &    revolt  against.    this  private  promise  is  perennial,  clasped  hands    &    matching  breaths.    

❛    this  is  the  only  thing  i’ll  ever  need  when  it  comes  to  us.    ❜      

Wonder Woman 84 love post

Making this because I feel like the movie is getting nit picked and hated on for little to no reason. 

LIGHT SPOILERS

So first amazing wonderful. First 30 minutes were the gay experience and honestly I felt it a little throughout the movie even though they did the whole Steve thing. I’m pretty sure they made this Diana Bi so it makes sense. 

Asteria and end credit scene! Like how could not be happy for that.

CGI was actually pretty good especially considering DC’s past in live action CGI. Like that end fight scene was done pretty good. I was wondering how they would do it but I feel like they nocked it out of the park. Yeah you could have gone full make up but this worked also.

I thought the whole plot was super fun and smart. Like very comic bookie but this is a super hero film so who cares. 

While I loved all of the actor/actresses in this movie, Kristen Wiig did an amazing job of conveying her emotions. I’ve known she was a talented actresses after seeing her act at a Sia concert but this shows the world that she is not just a comedy actress.

All of the action scenes felt fun and flowed in a way that showed the true purpose of Wonder Woman, to help people, rather then past superhero's (looking at you Man of Steel) that bash through buildings without a care. It even shows that while Diana has the power of a god and could break a person into little pieces with a punch but she takes care to not do that regardless of wishes or general criminals. 

Over all its a great movie but I see too many people here and in other areas calling it a bad film for whatever reason. You don’t have to like the people making the film to recognize its good. This isn't even a case of monstrous production teams. The whole cast and crew seems fine. Enjoy things.

and lastly, GO WATCH WONDER WOMAN!

By Your Side Until My Death(10/?)

Chapter 10: Gotta Be A Reason

Available on AO3

Princess Artemis, the eldest daughter of the kingdom of Olympus is to be married to her childhood nightmare. In a land where anything remotely magical is banned, Zoë fears for her and Ladon's life but knows that she could never leave the princess's side if she tried. Magical beings, a forbidden romance, family secrets, and safety for magic all wait beyond the kingdom's borders.

- 3rd person, will be completed eventually, teen, not completed, Zartemis

"Artemis, shoot with me?" Zoë suggested holding up her silver bow. Her quiver was hanging on her back stocked with a dozen arrows. Another dozen sat in a quiver on the ground. Artemis's own sliver bow hung at her right side, her quiver also hung on her back with two dozen arrows.

"I would love to," Artemis said walking over to where Zoë stood. Both girls stood at the shooting line, drew an arrow, and nocked it. They both pulled back with their left hand, let out a breath then shot. Even without gloves covering the women's fingers, they both hit a bullseye. They continued until they ran out of arrows. Artemis never missed the yellow center, while Zoë had a few that strayed towards the red.  

"Amazing job my lady," Zoë said hanging up her bow before walking into the no man's land to retrieve her arrows from the hay stuffed target.

"Thank You, you also did amazing," Artemis formed an 'L' with her hand, placed it over the arrow, and pulled out, taking the arrow with. The conversation turned awkward after that as the two gather their arrows in silence. They had been in Camp New Blood for a week now and since the event with Percy and Nicos comments, Zoë had been strangely distant.

"Is something bothering you?" Artemis asked, the question rushing from her mouth.

"What are you talking about?" Zoë questioned turning to look at the younger woman.

"You've been acting... distent since we got here," Artemis said carefully choosing her words.  

"There has just been a lot on my mind," Zoë said turning from Artemis in favor of walking towards the shooting line.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Zoë didn't respond at once but when she did her voice was quieter.

"Do you think what they said is true? That's loving female isn't unnatural?" Zoë said, pursing her lips.

"Well, I don't really know. We were told our whole life that we were to marry a male and have children. I was to marry for status and to provide my husband with an heir. It's strange to hear that there's another option, but it's... it feels really good to know that crushing on my best friend doest make me unnatural," Artemis said letting out a nervous laugh. "I already have enough things to feel ''unnatural' about." As she said this she brought her hand up to her ears, placing her finger on the long pointed tip.

"But what's the point? If all we are meant to do is have children then why would we be allowed to love a woman?" Artemis was taken aback by the question. She knew that Zoë hated the idea of marriages and giving birth to a child, but hating  love  in general...

"Because we love someone? Because maybe we can marry someone because we love them?" Artemis tried her best to answer. She hated seeing the older girl in such a state of distress. Both of them were usually composed, it frightened Artemis to see the smile notional of love break down the girl's walls with such force.

"I... I'm going to go for a walk," Zoë said taking her quiver off her back and wrapping it around her hips then slipped her bow onto her chest the string drawn taut against her chest. Artemis watched Zoë walk off with a frown, hoping that she hadn't just lost her best friend. Zoë had been there her whole life, she was part of Artemis, and the princess didn't know if she could survive without the older women. Or more accurate, if she would even  want  to.  

Artemis walked over to the armory and hung up her sheath of arrows on an unlabeled wall then walked to the other side and hung up her bow under her name. The bow wasn't balanced right and was used before but would make do until she would get something that suited her. But considering that no one knew what kind of magic she possessed, it was hard to do much of anything.

She and Zoë were staying in Cohort 8, which was for children born to Diana, though she hadn't had any children for as long as anyone alive could remember. So the cabin was filled with moon elves and people embodied the immortal's main traits, independence. The immortal also was rumored to be a virgin immortal and because of that, no man had the audacity to stay in Cabin 8 and be part of Cohort 8.

"Artemis"  Artemis's head snapped up at the sound of someone calling her name. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of silver dart into the densely packed forest at the edge of the clearing. The princess jumped up and ran after the silver creature as if she was being drawn. Her legs moved without thought as she dashed deeper into the wood. It has been midday when she left but once she had slowed to a stop, she realized that it was moon, not sun, trickling through the leaves.

"Hello?" Artemis called once she came to her senses. She was standing in yet another clearing, the path in front of her was so dark it was almost black compared to the way she came which was dark, but easy to move through. After she heard no response she turned to go back towards the light and to the camp.

"Artemis"  The voice whispered again, distinctively female and louder now.

"Where are you?" Artemis called looking around for the voice.

"Deeper,"  the voice responded  "You are at a crossroad princess, make your choice, though your decision will change everything you thought you knew,"  Then the woods went silent. Artemis called out, getting louder and louder, demanding the voice explained itself more. Besides, going forward would be taxing, and she knew not what dangers things lay beyond. Montauk Hills was one of the only places of peace, everywhere else was up for debate.

Artemis, after long though turned once again to leave, not wanting to risk death at the heads of a disembodied voice when she saw the flash of sliver again. Artemis wiped her head to see the sliver mist settle into the shape of an animal. The glowing animal took the form of a deer, a female, but with golden hooves and antlers. The doe turned its softly glowing eyes towards Artemis and blinked. Then turned and walked into the denser part of the forest, in the direction of the voice.

"Artemis!" Zoë yelled running up behind her, causing the deer to sprint off into the forest. Artemis was about to follow in when a hand caught her arm. "What are you doing out here, where are you going? I thought you were hurt!" Zoë demanded.

"I need to follow the doe," Artemis said pulling her arm away and trekking deeper into the forest.

"What doe? Artemis where are you going?" Zoë asked again following Artemis deeper in. When the younger girl didn't supply her with an answer Zoë jogged up in front of her and stopped. "Artemis, talk to me," Zoë said softly.

"I don't know Zoë, but I have to go, I don't know why, all I know is that I have to follow that deer" Artemis responded looking into the girl's dark eyes with her own pleading ones.

"Then I'm coming with you, I'm not allowing you to go off on your own," Zoë held up a hand when Artemis tried to argue back. "We are in this together my lady. As I have told you before, I'll be at your side until death due us part." Artemis nodded knowing that Zoë was just as stubborn as her, then trudged deeper into the forest.

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Sorry this is short, the next chapter is a lot of backstory and I didn't want to try and cram it all in one. Also I update quicker and have more info on AO3, so if you can I would recommend reading and looking for updates on AO3

On March 13th, 2020 at 3PM EST I'll be on a live panel with fellow comic creators J.N. Monk (StarHammer), Diana Nock (Girlbot), Blue Delliquanti (O Human Star) discussing science fiction comics and relatable non-human protagonists.  

📺  https://www.twitch.tv/hiveworks

I don’t know much about Spike’s past, but KinoDraws has a whole history of scamming people out of money that I’m not keen on taking their accounts on Spike as truth. But here’s Diana Nock’s experience for your knowledge to make of it what you will: https://twitter.com/jinxville/status/1668792909913632769?s=46&t=JRudJF-dwQU0GZNo2nLzvg

I don’t believe Spike is that involved with the animation side of things for Lackadaisy. Producers in terms of animation/tv/film are mostly on the getting funding side of things so I don’t see this as the same level as like Vivziepop who is directly involved in how things are run.

Oof. Yeah, that's definitely something to keep an eye on, thanks for sharing this.

Roses Where Thorns Grow: Chapter 22 - Life After Death

Summary : Approximately a month after their unexpected break-up at Crestwood, Ellana struggles to maintain a working relationship with Solas. But reoccurring nightmares and the fear that demons may be creeping into her dreams drives her to seek his aid, as much as she does not want to. When they are drawn back into a rekindled affair, Solas’ guilt drives him to finally tell her the truth he wanted to at Crestwood.

“Diana, Darvas — look,” said the tall man, and he pointed further down the road, just as he had before.

But it was the first time he’d come into view.

An aging hunter. Evident in the wrinkles around his eyes and the grey streaks in his hair, brushed out from his temples where Andruil’s Vallaslin curled upon his spotted skin. The tattoo writ in umber ink to match his fading red braids. An unusual combination — it was visible even at a distance.

“Over there.”

A shorter man appeared at his side — much younger, not a man yet — with dark hair cut close above the points of his ears, and his face bare. Too young for tattoos. Not too young for battle scars. One cut through his lip. He pulled a longbow off his back and nocked an arrow. He was quick: well-practiced for a youth, but jumpy by comparison to his companion.

He turned a circle with the bow drawn. Scanning the surrounding trees. “Wolves?” he guessed.

The tall man shook his head. “Bandits, probably. The same ones who have been hassling the hunters lately. They’ve been known to ambush people on their way to the city if they get bored of dying by arrows. Come, tell me what you see.” He did not draw his own weapon, and walked at a leisurely pace. Eyes forward, arms loose. Moving with the quiet confidence of someone well-accustomed to travelling in dangerous places.

With a meaningful look at the other’s bow, “And put that away,” he added. “They’re long gone. If they were still here you’d have no time to use it, they’d be too close before you got a shot off. This part of the forest is thick; too many places to hide. Get your dagger, instead.”

The boy did as he was told. Quickly slid the bow back in place upon his back and unsheathed the knife at his belt.

Together the pair approached the scene: a spray of detritus that littered the quiet road. Among it a sack of ruined grain, some torn linens, and a few more personal belongings scattered with several broken pieces of wood. The source was not far — a travelling cart stood by the underbrush, upturned and smashed apart.

        Do you know them?

                 No.

On the next glance, the grey streaks in the tall man’s hair had whitened, and multiplied. Taking up most of his crown save for a few lines of fading red at the very back. Now it was long, almost to his waist, and braided down around his shoulders in twisted pairs like ribbons wrapped with silver. His expression became less hard. The laugh lines around his mouth deepened.

                Yes.

[ Read the rest on AO3 ] or [ FF.net ] - PTSD: more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Less fun than an Xbox.

[ Re-read the last chapter so you remember what’s happening ]

[ Start at Chapter One ]

𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓜𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵

                                               chapter seven

The three girls rushed to the door, and standing there was a very beautiful and petite girl with beautiful green eyes and caramel wavy hair; Eloa was looking at her with her mouth open and Diana smiled to herself. Looks like someone made an impact, she thought with a little smirk. “Y-You’re not supposed to be here, you’re early” Emma looked at the three girls, and Diana noticed that her eyes had stopped on Eloa. “You’re the girl that we hit when we were entering” Eloa pointed a finger angrily at her, and Emma shrugged “Yeaaaaah, I was kind of in a hurry. So, can you guys introduce yourself? I mean, I was looking for roommates, but the weird guy that  called only told me that you were three girls one year younger than me.” So she was fifteen and didn’t know anything about our little secret. Fantastic. “I’m Ariel, this is Diana and she’s Eloa” Emma smiled and waved. She was about the same height as Ariel, and only a little smaller than Diana. Emma showed some groceries she had just bought “Sooo... help me?” they each picked up a plastic bag and entered the kitchen. “Where does the pasta go?”

“Up there” she pointed to a cabinet and Ariel put the pasta inside.

“And the fruit?” Eloa was examining a strawberry

“In the fridge?” Emma looked at her with confused expression and Eloa blushed. “I... It was a joke ok?” she said rather sharply, and Emma just nodded. They continued storing the aliments until there was nothing left. “Um, Emma, can I... can I take a shower?” Diana nervously tugged one of her curls, and Emma frowned “Of course, make yourself at home!” Diana rushed to her room and brought her luggage with her. She started unpacking it, until she saw something comfortable: an oversize peach t-shirt and golden training shorts. She hopped into the shower and took a lot of time untangling her long, messy hair, and then she applied her usual coconut body cream. She heard strange voices in the other room, so she went to check. The three girls were sitting in the sofa gawking at a thin and big, grey rectangle. She didn’t see the fun of that, but when she turned around to see it from  their perspective, she saw that there were images. Moving images. She looked at how thin the rectangle was, and then looked at the images again. “What is this?” Emma looked extremely worried “Why have the three of you asked me what a TV is?! Have you never watched television?!”

“So it’s a type of magic called tele vision?”

“No, it’s electricity, somebody recorded this, and they made a movie”

“movie” Diana savoured the word “MOVIE” she said it a little louder and the three girls looked at her, making pink blotches appear in her cheeks. “I’m just gonna- can I sit and see?” Emma patted  the seat next to her but she just took a blanket, pu it over herself and curled in the carpet. Her mother had never let her sat in the sofa, she always had to sit on the floor. She knew it was stupid, but she was afraid her mother would come and hit her if she sat in the sofa. What if I accidently scratch it? Or get it dirty? Emma crouched down and put a hand, making her flinch and back away “Diana, why don’t you come and join us in the sofa? Are you ok?” she tried to touch her again, but Diana got up quickly “I was- I should go to sleep” She carefully folded the blanket and headed to her room quickly, shutting the door. “Inhale Diana... Exhale” she repeated this to herself until she calmed down and sat on the bed “Where’s Noodles?” she looked around for her pett, but only a little white ferret with pink eyes appeared. “NOODLES? WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU BABY?!” the ferret run around and found a comfortable spot in her neck. Ok, this is definitely Noodles. She remembered god’s words: <<They will be allowed to bring one suitcase and their pets, although they will have to be... transformed when there’s human presence>>. “What are you exactly? You’re a furry snake with legs. And white.” Noodles looked at her curled up in her chest. “Yeah, we should go to sleep”.

The next morning Diana woke up to a sweet smell, and Noodles was on top of the studying desk, she was making a high piched noise and running around happy. “Noodles, please shut up” the ferret jumped onto the bed and then run all over her so she would wake up, the hopped back to the desk. “What do you want?” She stood up and saw a little plastic rectangle, with a foto of herself and a little name followed by numbers “Diana Lewis” “This isn’t me silly, i’m Diana Leliel. Did you steal this?” Noodles showed her something she had in her hands “A note?” She opened the paper and read the simple message <<This is your name now, Leliel isn’t a very common surname. Love, God>> “This guy’s an idiot. What’s this?” She held a blue card, but before she could say anything, someone knocked at her door. “Come in!” Emma popped inside and closed after her “Hey Di, can I call you Di? Well I’m really sorry about yesterday, and breakfast’s ready”

“Yeah, you can call me Di, and you didn’t do anything wrong yesterday, it’s... it’s just me. I’m wrong. But well, doesn’t matter, what’s for breakfast? And do you know what this is?” Diana showed her the blue card and she nodded “Yeah, it’s a credit card”

“What’s it for?”

“For taking money out of the bank”

“I can’t rob a bank with this. What is a bank anyways?”

“It’s a place where they store money. And that’s not for stealing, you put it in a machine and it spits out the money”

“For free?” Emma frowned. She diArid that a lot. “Well, not exactly, I’ll explain to you later” Diana nodded, and just when she was going to get out, Emma took her hand. “Can I... can i hug you?” she stiffed a little, not a lot of people had hugged her, and none had asked. She nodded and Emma hugged her warmly, she felt the urge to cry, to scream, to tell her everything, but she just hid her face in the crook of her neck. A nock interrupted both of them and Eloa looked at them scowling. “Breakfast’s ready”.

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