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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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I’m Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 6

Batfamily x Batsis Story

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines @starflyer-104 @iwillstaywiththemforever @justine-en @weirdgirlfromtx @notsostraightweeb @candlestudy @willowoo @peterxwade24 @the-atlantic-french-fry @bad-bouquet-of-emotions @vvipgot7be @pure-princess-97 @atomicsoulhumanspy @foreverthefloor @natatawa-ako (I discounted the names of those whose blogs I couldn't tag! Y'all gotta get that figured out on your end!)

Author's Note: And here we are with the long awaited PT. 6 after like...five days of hiatus. FLASHBACK TIME. Enjoy! -Thorne

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The silver doors closed in his face and Wally couldn’t find it in himself to turn around and face the family behind. She wasn’t wrong for being upset and hostile, but something deep down inside naively assumed there would’ve been a teary reunion at the end of the night.

He hung his head and sighed heavily, turning around to pay the piper. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I thought…I thought I could—”

“How could you keep this from us!” Dick interrupted, angrily thrusting the letter towards Bruce. “We could’ve done more to find her! Released some statement about this! Told her earlier that she was wrong!”

Bruce’s face still held that indomitable impassivity as he responded calmly, “Dick, it would’ve caused more problems for us all if we’d released something pertaining to the information on the letter.”

“And making up some bullshit about (Y/N) fucking off to Europe was the betteroption?” Jason retorted, pointing at his father as he accused, “All those letters and pictures she supposedly sent were bullshit too, weren’t they?” He scoffed. “Of course they were. She’s been living here for the last three years.”

Tim, who’d been silent as his brothers delivered their harsh criticisms, murmured, “Bruce has a point guys.”

“Seriously?” Jason replied, eyes wide in shock. “You’re defending this?”

“Putting out the information in the letter would’ve made it seem like Bruce was irresponsible and inattentive to us.”

“But we—”

“Jason, Child Services would’ve conducted investigations into the manor.” Tim leveled him with a serious expression. “They could’ve taken me and Damian if they found things not to their likings.”

Jason went silent in agreement, but his pursed lips told Tim that he didn’t like it, and the rest of them matched the stillness.

Wally collapsed into the seat beside Dick. “I’m sorry, Dick,” he murmured remorsefully. “I thought I could help fix things.”

Dick was silent for a long time, then he sighed and shook his head. “It’s not your fault, Wally. You did the best you could.” He turned his blue eyes onto the speedster. “If anything, it was ours for cornering her.” He rubbed his temples. “I should’ve listened to you the first time when you told me to meet in Central instead of doing…this. She might’ve felt less threatened if we hadn’t ganged up on her.”

Wally looked away, the memory of (Y/N)’s disappearance still fresh in his mind and replaying as if it was still happening.

***

He could count on one hand how many times things had actually unnerved him to his core, and this one by far topped every instance of dread filled panic. And it certainly wasn’t the ecstatic atmosphere of Wayne-Family-Pizza-Fridays that was drilling him so hard—it was the confession that kept slipping onto his tongue, forcing him to swallow it down to avoid ruining everything.

“Wally, you good?”

His eyes darted to Jason’s, who were uncharacteristically concerned, and he gave a tight smile. “Yeah man, just chilling.”

Jason snorted. “You look like you’ve got a stick up your a—your butt,” he finished when Alfred’s glare hit him.

“Sorry, just thinking about some things.” He took a piece of pizza from one of the boxes, handing it to Cass who silently held her plate out, then proceeded to get himself one. “Don’t let me stop the story,” he quipped, and Jason shook his head, but went back into some story about kicking Two-Face’s ass the other night.

Maybe he should tell Dick later? Wouldn’t that be better than telling the whole family? A frown etched onto his face as he chewed, but it all tasted bitter. (Y/N) didn’t want to be found and she seemed pretty adamant about it as well. Maybe she was right? Maybe they did ignore her a lot. Bruce doesn’t exactly have the best track record of keeping up with all his kids, I mean look at Jason. And then everybody else gets sidetracked in their own lives and things just get forgotten along the way. Was she one of those things? Their own sister? No, they couldn’t—

Laughter exploded across the table, Cass pressing her face into Tim’s arm to stifle her giggles, Stephanie cackling at Tim for snorting soda out of his nose, and that just set everyone off again. Dick and Damian pointing at Tim while their faces turned red from laughing so hard, Jason was crying at that point, and surprisingly, Barbara and Bruce had their heads in their hands. The only one not laughing was Wally.

“I know where (Y/N) is.” He blurted and the table went dead quiet as everyone stared at him.

For a full minute, no one said a word.

“What did you just say?” Dick asked and Wally swallowed, looking at him.

“I…I know where (Y/N) is.” He looked at Bruce and that weighted stare made the words fall right out of his mouth. “She’s been living in Central under the alias Melisandre Hale. Has been for the last three years.”

“What,” Dick started, but shook his head like he couldn’t comprehend. “What are you talking about, Wally? (Y/N)’s in Italy.”

Wally shook his head. “No, Dick, she’s not. And she never was. She left three years ago and has been living a completely different life up until now.”

“Until now?” Jason repeated. “What do you mean until now?”

“Dick and the other Titans came to hang out in Central two months ago and Melisan—(Y/N)mentioned herself. Rather curiously I might add.” He shrugged. “Now that I think about it, that was her way of dipping a toe into the water to see the ripples. To see where she was in the grand scheme of things.”

His eyes drifted to Dick’s. “When I showed you her picture you offhandedly commented on how similar they looked to one another and that night—”

“You went to confront her,” Dick finished, eyes flashing, and Wally wasn’t sure if it was from anger or sadness or some other heavy emotion the eldest brother was feeling about his baby sister. “…How’d she react when you did?”

Wally sighed, slouching in the hardwood chair. “Not in the positive, Dick.” He glanced at Bruce. “She doesn’t want to be found. And she certainly doesn’t want to be met by anyone. Especially…especially anyone here.”

“(Y/N)’s our sister,” Tim retorted. “What do you mean she doesn’t want to meet us?” he was already rising from his seat and that seemed to spark every brother to do so.

Wally’s hand shot out, wrapping around Dick’s wrist. “Dick, I’m being serious. Don’t corner her. Let me handle this.”

Dick tried to pull away, but he held tight. “You will handle this. We’ll all handle it together.”

“You don’t understand, Dick. If you want this to play out the way you’re planning, you need to come to Central alone with me.” He gazed at the others. “We need Dick to do this himself and then we can see about bringing her back here.”

Jason scowled. “With all due respect Wally, she’s our sister. Not yours.”

And with that, Dick pulled away firmly and Wally watched as the lot headed for the cave, the young women and Bruce still seated at the dinner table. He groaned and put his head in his hands, knowing this was going to come back to bite him in the ass.

“Wally,” someone said quietly. “Is she okay?”

He looked up, meeting Bruce’s eyes. His mouth opened, ready to lie, but he sighed and shook his head. “No,” he answered honestly. “(Y/N) isn’t the shy girl I remember. Especially when I confronted her. She was…cold and indifferent.” His mouth drew into a taut line and he stared at Bruce. “This isn’t going to end well, isn’t it?”

Bruce wiped his mouth on the napkin in his lap then stood from his seat, pushing in the chair behind him. “No, Wally. No, it’s not.”

***

He shook the memory away and instead of looking at any of the brothers, he looked at Bruce. “So, what do we do now?”

“We go find her and bring her back to Gotham, that’s what we do,” Jason griped, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No,” Bruce said firmly. “If (Y/N) wants to stay here, then we’ll let her.”

“WHAT?!” all three of the boys around him shouted in unison, their eyes practically bulging out of their heads.

He merely looked on. “We’ll wait for her to meet us halfway.”

“And what if she tries to leave again?” Dick questioned angrily and Bruce turned his slate gray eyes to him.

“We’ll know.”

“How?” Tim asked. “If she left the first time, what’s stopping her from leaving again?”

Wally cleared his throat and if he were a lesser man, he would’ve cowered under their withering glares as he admitted, “Actually, I tagged (Y/N) with a bug.”

“You did what?” Jason questioned, brows furrowing.

“I tagged a pocket in her purse with a bug when she wasn’t paying attention earlier in the car.”

“And you’re sure she won’t just throw that purse away? She left the house with money and a suitcase of necessities. A purse doesn’t seem that way.”

Wally snorted and crossed his arms. “(Y/N)’s purse is a Givenchy black bag that she found at a thrift store for thirty dollars. She might be a different person after living on minimum wage, but deep down she’s still a billionaire’s daughter who can’t help but love expensive things.” He grinned rather cockily. “She’s not going to get rid of a two-thousand-dollar purse she found for thirty. Even if she throws away everything else she’s got.”

He shifted his gaze to Bruce. “I think waiting for her is a good option, but you might want to do something more.”

“Like what?” Tim asked.

Wally shrugged. “Write her personal letters. The semester ends in three months and she won’t leave before it does, or she’ll have to pay those classes off.” He stared them down. “You’ve got three months to wear her down into staying on grid before she goes off again.” His eyes hardened. “And you know as well as I that if she goes off…we won’t find her ever again.”

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shreddedleopard · 3 years

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Thoughts on chapter 137, and why it makes complete sense and cements the themes and lessons of Attack on Titan.

I have so many thoughts, I just want to word vomit them out at a million miles an hour, but I’ll try to do this in some sort of order and not my usual chaotic mess.

Attack on Titan is about family and belonging, and THIS is the dream that Ymir was drunk on. This is ‘that scenery.’

Ymir, the founder, just wants to belong somewhere. With someone. She wants to be loved and valued as a person, not as a slave; not as someone who merely fulfils a role. In the latest chapter, Zeke explains how he failed to understand her, but Eren did.

Look at Eren’s words to Ymir in this moment, several chapters earlier:

All Ymir has ever wanted is to be held. To be loved like a person. To feel that connection because of who she is, not the role she fulfils.

Eren understands this, in contrast to Zeke, who once again tries to impose her role upon her:

Ymir has been hanging around in paths all this time, unable to fully die and let her consciousness pass on to the next world, because she needs to find this thing that she’s been searching for since the start of the story.

It’s not just about romantic love. It’s about connection. That sense of being understood and belonging with someone else, whether that be romantically, platonically, as family ... we keep seeing the same theme brought up throughout the entire manga.

Who else is a character that constantly searches for the same thing? Mikasa.

She has so many parallels and yet also opposites with Ymir. Ymir is told she is a slave, she obeys the king, that is her role. And she accepts it. Because she believes that it’s the only way to find happiness; to find this belonging she’s been craving. However, unlike Ymir, who does not truly love the king, I believe that Mikasa does truly love Eren - what form that takes doesn’t necessarily matter to me at this point. It’s just about connection.

Whether Eren feels the same, tragically for him, doesn’t matter. Because Eren knows he is destined to be the one to end the cycle of hatred and free Ymir. And that will ultimately cost him his life. That is why, when Zeke asks him what he will do about Mikas’s affections - which have nothing to do with her bloodline and everything to do with him - Eren cannot answer. That choice has sadly been taken from him.

When Eren asks Mikasa what she is to him, I think he genuinely wants to know at that point. I think he cares about her so deeply and wants to know she feels the same way, and it’s not just about him being ‘her saviour’. But as we’ve seen before, Eren cannot afford to stop for too long and dwell in the moment, because he must push on towards freedom - the freedom of Ymir and the Eldian people from the curse of the Titans.

This brings his conversation around the table with Armin, Mikasa and Gabi into a whole new light. Eren insults his friends in an attempt to push them away from him - because he knows he won’t be around to live that ‘long, happy life’ with them. So instead, he wants to push them to confront their feelings in the arms of others. He pushes Armin to really consider what Annie means to him, and for Mikasa, I believe that Eren intends her to perhaps look towards Jean, who is truly willing to give her the love she has always sought from Eren. Because again, so tragically, Eren will not be around to provide that for her - regardless of whether it’s something he wants or not. His own wishes no longer matter on the path he has been set upon.

Back to Ymir. Eren tells her, he will put an end to this world:

He doesn’t mean the human world; the living world. He means the world of paths, where Ymir is trapped, unable to let go of the souls of dead Eldians, because she’s still searching for that connection she craves so much. Her paths world is an attempt to quell that feeling of loneliness she’s been plagued with, but ironically, she’s more lonely than ever, stuck there, serving the bloodline she’s created from a place of misery and duty, rather than love.

The rumbling and the destruction of Marley is a very tragic consequence of what Eren has to do to put an end to the curse of the Titans. He’s searched for another way to no avail; we’ve seen his remorse when he apologises to Halil or Ramsey in chapter 131:

I think the anger and devastation that’s unleashed in the rumbling, is a result of the hurt and mistreatment both Eren and Ymir have felt at points in their lives.

Eren understands that to destroy the paths realm, first this devastation is necessary, because he’s seen it in his future memories, despite the conflicting feelings it’s evoked from him - he doesn’t really want to destroy humanity outside of the walls, but his own future is telling him that he must and he will. But it’s not Eren’s emotions that drive this initial destruction - it is Ymir’s. These emotions are no different in nature than the ones that Eren felt in response to Armin’s childhood bullies - that sense of unfairness and need to lash out at oppressors - but tragically, unlike Eren who in that moment of intense, irrational emotion had only his fists to vent and release, Ymir is in possession of one of the most terrible and destructive weapons there is - hordes of colossal Titans. And in that moment where Eren finally gives her that validation she has been searching for, and allows her that feeling of release from the duty she’s felt she needed to fulfil for thousands of years, Ymir releases that frustration and anger too and sends them walking.

This theme of the oppressor and oppressed switching places in an endless cycle of revenge and stealing from others what has been stolen from you is a theme that we see repeated throughout not only the AOT manga, but also soundtrack and additional content too.

Eren was right that it would be Armin that saves humanity - because Armin is the one that makes the connection in paths - he understands what is being shown to him with the leaf - and tragically, it actually highlights how, even up until the very end, Eren and Armin knew each other very well. Eren trusted Armin to make sense of what he’s had to do - even if it’s only Ymir that he understands, because while Eren is the one to give Ymir her freedom and unleash this terrible devastation, Armin is the one who must stop it.

But how does this idea of family and connection tie in to the rest of the events in the chapter, and wider manga, and what’s up with Historia’s pregnancy? And how is paths going to be destroyed, if the rumbling has been stopped and Ymir is free, but the Titans are still around?

This is where the rest of our cast fit in - namely Zeke, Levi, Historia and Reiner. If my theory is correct.

Eren gave Ymir the validation she needed and that sense of connection, freeing her from her role, and this bought that final bit of time needed for Historia to give birth to her child. Why is Historia’s child important? Because it is the ‘new dawn’ we’ve seen foreshadowed repeatedly throughout the series. The birth of a new history. And this comes in the form of a new bloodline, no longer infected with ‘parasite’ of the founding Titan.

Unlike Ymir’s bloodline, which stemmed from a place of duty and slavery - as she was ordered by the king to take ‘his seed’, and carried the parasite of the creature that bound to her within the depths of the tree, creating the paths realm and an almost purgatory type space free of death or heaven or earth or anything, Historia’s bloodline will be ‘cleaned’ because of the genes of the child’s father. And not only this, it will be born out of a moment of love and connection, rather than duty. This new combination will make it impossible for a child of the royal bloodline to become a Titan. There will be no coordinate - no link for Ymir from her paths realm to the living world, because the last link to her bloodline - a Titan with royal blood - will no longer exist.

This really brings home the gravity of the moment where Levi cuts Zeke down - he’s the last of the royal Titans, but the reader knows Historia’s baby is about to be born - will they inherit the Titan, and the cycle will re-start?

They will not. The cycle will be broken with them, because - and here’s where it gets wild - Historia’s child is not a Fritz, or a Reiss - they are an Ackerman. They physically cannot turn.

Why does all this fit in symbolically? Let me draw your attention to the genre of Seikaikei.

Attack on Titan uses this idea with our two Ackermans.

We have both endings. Eren and Mikasa, our bittersweet ending, where Eren ultimately chooses the fate of humanity over his relationships with Mikasa and Armin, and Levi, who, in a moment of selfishness, allows himself to put aside his role for a night - probably at the railroad banquet, where he was supposed to be making sure the likes of Eren and Yelena were kept apart - and indulges in this connection that he’s formed with Historia. You can read my 10 reasons post if you want to for why the heck I would think these two would form a deep bond - it’s all there in the Uprising Arc. They have been the same as Ymir - yearning for a sense of love and connection, but bound by roles neither of them asked for or particularly wanted - reluctant heroes comes to mind. Remember how freckled Ymir’s parting wish was for Historia to live for herself?

The result is an accidental pregnancy which, ironically enough, is what is going to annihilate the curse of the Titans and save the world. How poetic that the Titans will not be ‘driven out’ by hate, violence, and destruction, but instead by love, connection and new life.

Remember Kenny and Uri’s miracle?

Kenny and Uri’s chapter, ‘Friends’, was exactly halfway back into the manga. History moves in repeating cycles in AOT, and we see things change slightly each time, on this journey to freedom. At this point, the Ackermans and royals were one step away from where they needed to get to in order to build this paradise - and Levi and Historia complete the cycle by becoming ‘lovers,’ tragically, the thing that Eren and Mikasa could not become, because Eren had to undertake the rumbling and be the one to free Ymir from her sorrow and loneliness. She can make the choice now - will she fight to be reborn as Historia’s child - fight for dominance with the Ackerman bloodline - or will she concede, finally laid to rest because the cycle has been broken by two people that love one another, just like the couple Ymir saw long ago and wished for.

Remember how Eren asked Zeke whether the ackermans act the way they do from a place of duty or genuine feelings? He needed to check it was the real deal that would break the curse, and finally lay Ymir to rest peacefully, after 2,000 years of hatred and searching. She will see that her descendant, Historia, finally has what she always dreamed of. That idea of dreams pushing us onwards - Ymir’s dream is realised through Historia and Levi.

As for the parasite itself? I believe Reiner will be the one to lock it in a Crystal prison with himself, deep underground.

A new dawn will come, and a new world will be built from the ashes of the old.

#snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #armin alert #ymir the founder #historia reiss #mikasa ackerman

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alirhi · 3 years

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it's back XD

I know no one cares, but I'm enjoying this fic, so I'm gonna keep writing and posting it as long as it keeps bringing me joy.

Title: Winter's Frost Chapter: 11/? Fandom: MCU Rating: R to be on the safe side Pairing: Loki/Bucky Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable. WARNINGS: not much, just some swearing and a little silliness. Notes: Here is where I offically say "fuck the canon." Just so we're clear. XD

Never before had Loki been so grateful that his brother was an idiot. While Thor returned to Asgard with a powerless double, Loki made his way to New Mexico. He'd thought to slip away to Siberia and go straight for Bucky, but he was too tired and in far too much pain to fight again any time soon. Besides, he'd been away from his sweet baby for nearly a year; he needed to check on Eira before he did anything else.

"You could have at least signed it!"

He smirked, not even lifting his head from his daughter's tiny shoulder and he squeezed her with all his might. "And risk you refusing to care for her?"

Darcy huffed, crossing her arms. "I wouldn't do that. She's an innocent baby. But some warning that she's not human might've been nice before she started teleporting!"

"I figured the fact that she materialized on your doorstep would have prepared you for that."

Though he could see a thousand retorts dancing behind those fierce blue eyes, the fight seemed to drain out of her and she sighed, sinking down into the nearest chair. "Are you okay?"

"Not even a little," he admitted, nuzzling Eira's chubby cheek and smiling as her giggle soothed his frayed nerves. "But I will be." Smile fading, he looked directly at his daughter's unwilling caretaker for the first time since his arrival and murmured, "Thank you, Darcy. Eira's... She's everything to me."

The soft, somewhat reluctant smile Darcy gave him warmed his heart, just a little. "She looks just like her daddy."

"Yes, she does." Loki finally eased his grip on his daughter and let her step back a bit, more so he could look at her sweet, cherubic face than for Eira's comfort. "Hopefully soon she'll get to meet him."

"...What? So she's... she's not your daughter?"

"She is. I'm just not her father." Even exhausted and aching in every inch of his body, he found such immense joy in something as simple as a human's hilariously baffled face. "I'm her mother."

Darcy stared at him for a moment in silence, and then stood abruptly. "I need a drink. You want a drink? I think we need... just... all of the drinks."

Reminded of Stark, he chuckled and nodded. "That would be lovely, Darcy, thank you."

Once they each had a frosty glass of vodka in hand, Darcy invited Loki to join her in the living room and they settled side-by-side on the couch, with little Eira curled up in her mother's lap. As she turned on the TV and began channel-surfing, Darcy stumbled across a news report on what had just happened in New York. Loki flinched as his own face flashed by on the screen. Setting the remote down, she closed her eyes, sucked in a deep breath, held it, and let it out in a frustrated whoosh. "Please tell me there's some sort of explanation."

"There is." He didn't offer one; he waited for her to look at him, met her eyes, and then glanced down at the top of the fluffy black head he'd been absently stroking. Catching Darcy's eye again, he waited.

It didn't take long. She was sharp, for a human, and she winced as the dots connected. "Who?"

"It doesn't matter. He won't come after her now." Even as the words tumbled out of his mouth, he realized with a sinking feeling that he might. Thanos hadn't gotten what he wanted out of this insanity. The Avengers had the Tesseract and the Glowstick of Destiny – even in such stressful times, that moniker made him smile. The smile didn't last long as he realized that his double had likely already dissipated and now Thor, and soon Odin and then the Avengers, would know that Loki was still free. "...Fuck."

"Really? Language like that, in front of a little kid?"

"It was appropriate for the moment." With a wince, he eased himself back against the back of the couch and dropped a hand over his eyes. "He wouldn't have come after her, if that absurd errand he'd sent me on had been successful. It had no chance, of course, but still... Darcy, I may need you to watch over Eira a little longer." Something twinged painfully, making him hiss, and he grudgingly added, "And me."

"Nope. No way in-" She stopped, glanced at Eira, and growled, "heck. No. She can stay as long as is needed, but you're a walking bulls-eye and you need to go."

"Darling, I'm rather incapacitated at the moment."

"You shouldda thought of that before you blew up New York!"

"It's not my fault 'Earth's mightiest heroes' couldn't get themselves motivated fast enough! That portal never should have had time to open!"

She blinked and inched back, looking stunned. "You lost on purpose?"

"More or less." Great, now something else was locking up painfully. Loki cringed, shifting position to try to loosen it up, only to have the bruises across his back press too firmly against the couch. "Damn it!"

Darcy bit her lip, lovely blue eyes scanning him frantically. "You really got your ass kicked, didn't you?"

"Yes," he snapped, closing his eyes again. "Thank you for pointing that out. It's very helpful. If the beast – what do they call it? The Hulk – if he'd slammed you repeatedly into a concrete floor hard enough to make craters in it, you'd be paste. I think I'm allowed to nurse a few bruises without judgement."

Mercifully, she didn't comment on his little rant. All she did say was, "What's your name, anyway?"

That was the moment he remembered that they'd never actually met. She'd heard of him, and he'd seen her when watching his brother, but she didn't know who he was. With a soft chuckle that his aching ribs turned into a low groan, he grumbled, "Loki."

The throw pillow that hit his face a second later startled him more than he'd ever care to admit.

"So, what? Was my town just a practice run for New York?!"

"No, it just happened to be where my adoptive brother was when I was trying to kill him." The pillow hit him again, and he snatched it from her. "Stop that!"

"Does your world have some equivalent to Child Protective Services?" she snapped, glaring at him. "Because that little girl deserves better than to be raised around that much violence!"

"Eira had never seen violence until the mad Titan showed up to torture me," Loki growled, hastily covering his daughter's ears so as not to traumatize her any further. The thought occurred to him to send her off to play, but he couldn't bear letting her out of his sight for even a second. Besides, she was such a curious child, she'd likely just eavesdrop, anyway. "I am not proud of how things turned out, but I've never done anything without a purpose – usually the same purpose that's been driving me for decades – and since she was born, all my daughter has ever seen me do is love and protect her."

"What purpose?"

He almost didn't answer, but it occurred to him that as long as he held Darcy's attention, she wouldn't kick him out. At least, that was what he told himself was the reason he was suddenly being so candid with a relative stranger; the truth was, no one but Bucky had ever cared enough to ask why he did the things he did, much less listen to the answer. Grateful for the connection to another person, though he'd never admit it, he murmured, "Love."

While Darcy stared at him in awe, he hugged Eira tight and told the entire tale of his star-crossed love with a young human soldier. By the time he got to Eira's conception, he was fighting back tears, and both Eira and Darcy were hugging him tight. The pressure on his bruises hurt like hell, but he didn't care. The rarity of someone giving a damn about him was too beautiful to let anything else ruin this moment.

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#fanfiction #mcu #avengers #captain america #the first avenger #thor 2011 #loki #bucky barnes #m/m #loki/bucky #tom hiddleston #sebastian stan #kat dennings #winter's frost

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wildroseofarran · 3 years

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Wand Magic, Cont. || Captain Issott

Leslie: "I'm going to list things off the top of my head, and I want you to tell me how interested you are, and how believable it feels to you. There's a very real chance I'm not the teacher for you."

Tristan: "Do I have to think the spell is believable in order to learn it?"

Leslie: "If it's too outlandish in your belief."

Tristan: "The only things I can think of that are outlandish are things people do just in everyday life. Lay 'em on me."

Leslie: "Why not elaborate on that for me."

Tristan: "I've been thinking about that tourist who tried to convince you that seafood and white chocolate go together since you told me about him. Every. Single. Day."

Leslie: That got a laugh, though a little more subdued and thoughtful.

"I think about that when people light up realizing lobster's on the menu. It'll stay with me forever."

He leaned back in his seat, fingers lost in his hair.

"Now that you know what I am, heard and seen things, how does your world feel now?"

Tristan: "It feels...bigger, and that's saying something coming from someone whose livelihood is on the ocean. Didn't think the world could feel bigger or more mysterious."

Leslie: "Do you feel a part of that bigger mystery?"

Tristan: "Just as much as I did before. Hell, maybe even more than I did before."

Leslie: "Gimmie more, baby."

Tristan: "Everything we are comes from that vast pit of darkness and wonder we call the ocean. It's a part of us. From what I understand, magic is the same."

Leslie: Leslie's smile softened. Without word, he got to his feet and crossed the house to his box of things, leftover from his unpacking. He returned with a single white unassuming white candle. It was placed between them.

He looked Tristan in the eyes, softly blew against the wick. Soft gray smoke, the promise of fire which swiftly followed.

Fingers danced over the flame, extinguished.

The candle was pushed towards the sailor.

Tristan: Ah, now this was a familiar scene. Having watched Charles do this on the day with the fairy chest gave Tristan a reasonable amount of confidence that even if he wasn't able to light the candle today, he'd be able to do it eventually.

"Is there a method or anything I should bear in mind or should I just go with my gut?"

Leslie: "Don't think too much. First time I taught Charles, I made him laugh. I'd say things like, how do you make holy water?" He smiled. "You boil the hell out of it."

He blew on the candle again. A new flame.

Tristan: Tristan snorted a laugh. "You and your puns. That's a good one, gonna have to tell it to mama."

No overthinking then. This was going to be a matter of his gut. Except for the magic, not all that different from reading the sea and her moods.

He took a deep breath, let his mind empty.

"Am I extinguishing or lighting?"

Leslie: Leslie waved a hand over the flame. Out with a flit of gray smoke. "You know Oliver still uses an iPod? He named it The Titanic, so when he plugs it in, it says, 'The Titanic is syncing.'"

Tristan: "Jesus, that's fuckin' dark," Tristan chuckled. "Okay okay, gotta focus."

Another deep breath, more visualization. If belief was a factor, he just had to believe the candle would light. He had to will it into the universe.

A moment passed, then two, before Tristan gently blew on the wick.

Leslie: "Have you ever almost drowned, Tristie?"

Tristan: Tristan shook his head. "Surprisingly no. Always been a strong swimmer."

Leslie: "Tell me about a time where my merman has felt strain. Exhaustion. I know you're damn near perfect, but there has to be something," he chuckled.

Tristan: Tristan just laughed. “Every day, puddin’. Hauling up fishing nets is hard work.”

Leslie: "Not... quite the same," he chuckled.

Tristan: “As lighting a candle with magic? No not really. At least with the candle my arms aren’t screaming at me.”

Leslie: "I mean something so strenuous all you can do is breathe. The point is for you to push your will onto your spell. Don't think. You don't tell yourself to breathe in and out. You will it when it's all that's left."

Tristan: Had he ever been that tired? He'd been exhausted, he'd run on fumes, he'd been bogged down by weariness, but that was just in the course of work with various amounts of sleep.

The only time he'd ever been in a state like the one Leslie described was the time he and Murphy had been out in the sound when one bastard of a nasty storm came through seemingly out of nowhere.

He tried to feel now what he'd felt then. Not the lashing wind or the burning cold rain, but the single-minded determination it had taken the wrest the Adriana away from the brink of capsizing and bring her back to shore.

Eyes closed, he blew on the wick again, and the little flame flickered to life.

Leslie: Tristan's face was cupped in both hands and furiously kissed. He'd expected much from Charles, and even then it had taken half an hour. Tristan was not a telepath with absolute affirmation of the truth. This man was a sleeper. A fisherman.

"Baby!" Another kiss. "How did-" kiss. "You're so good! That was so good!"

Tristan: Tristan only had a moment to stare in wide-eyed disbelief at the candle before Leslie grabbed and kissed him.

"I did it.... I did it! Holy--mmph!" He laughed against his witch's lips, "LES! I FUCKING DID IT! I LIT THE CANDLE!"

Leslie: "I'm sorry. I should have been offering this all along. But I - But you know I - whatever. Do it again!"

Tristan: "Sorry, why sorry? You taught me how to light a candle!"

He took one more second to enjoy the fruits of his labor and blew the candle out so he could give it another try.

The confidence that had been present at the start was even more present now, only this time, it had a solid basis. Tristan didn't just believe he could light the candle, he had lit the candle.

And with that spurring him on, he was able to do it again after a few moments of concentration.

Leslie: "And just like that," Leslie waved his fingers over the flame, extinguishing. "If you can do that, you can do this."

Tristan: "Unto the breach then." But first, the candle needed to be relit. He managed it just a bit quicker this time, positively beaming with pride.

Leslie: "It's the same will. You want it out, so it will." The same gesture of his hand, sans the extinguish.

Tristan: Tristan practiced the movement a few times, not wanting to accidentally put the candle by creating air instead of using magic.

When he felt comfortable with the gesture, he took a deep breath and let himself go back to that place that had lit the candle.

The first try was unsuccessful, as was the second, but by the third, he finally managed it.

Leslie: "That's... unheard of. You're exceptional. Not bein' biased here. A man that could read my mind, knew without any barrier that this was truth, struggled more than you... are."

His smile returned to mask the subtle wrinkle of shock on his features.

Tristan: "I'm a sailor. I think that gives me a leg up in the whole suspending disbelief department."

Leslie: "Being a sailor does that much, huh?"

Tristan: "You have to be a bit of a romantic and a good bit superstitious to be a sailor. You can't out-logic or outwit the ocean, you need your gut."

Leslie: "Hmm. I'm not sure Oliver thinks the same way you do. Doubt that man is religious in any sense of the word."

Tristan: "He's very tethered to the earth, so to speak. Some people are down to earth, he's actually tethered to it."

Leslie: "He's not a sleeper; he's in a coma."

Tristan: "Not a bad way of putting it. He looks lighter lately though." He smiled. "And I think there's a very good and very blonde and very Scottish reason for that."

Leslie: "Intimacy will do that. Refreshes the body, mind, and soul."

The candle was admired. That last bit of smoke a reminder of what he'd just witnessed. He wanted to tell Clive and Hazel immediately. He already knew what his mother would say.

"It's about damn time," she'll say.

"Ready for me to list spells?"

Tristan: Tristan rubbed his hands together. "I am so ready for the wand. Harry Potter's gonna have nothing on me."

Leslie: "If I told you, last festival, my father turned into a large dog, and my mother a cougar with gray around her eyes, would you believe me?"

Tristan: There was that look again: pure wonder and delight.

"THAT'S SO FUCKING COOL!"

Leslie: "So that's a yes to belief," he laughed. "Okay, um... would you believe I can see in the dark?"

Tristan: "One thousand percent, but I also have questions. Can you see in the dark like it's day, or kinda like a night vision camera, or heat signatures like an infrared camera?"

Leslie: "More like daytime, and... ultraviolet. Just another reason why owls have fascinated me. Barn owls in particular. I know where not to step when walking in the woods," he smiled.

Tristan: "Did you know they're a bad omen in Mexico? Murphy's wife saw one in their yard once and prayed until it flew away. Confused the hell out of me, it was beautiful bird."

Leslie: "Can I understand discrimination as a witch?" Dimples appeared around his mouth.

Tristan: Tristan kissed Leslie's cheek. "You and the owls get a bad rap. So you can see like they do?"

Leslie: "Mhm." Fingers came to rest against his temple. Elbow to the table. "Can't do what Clive and Hazel do, but I can use their sight."

Tristan: "How long did it take them to learn how to transform into animals?"

Leslie: "Around my adolescence. A few years of befriending them. Studying them."

Tristan: "Do you wanna learn too? You'd make a great owl."

Leslie: "It's easier with things... human size. Why my mother's not a house cat."

Tristan: "Does it have to be an animal that exists? You can't learn how to turn into a human sized owl?"

Leslie: "I could, someday. It's not easy. I have to... absorb what I want to become. I all but cried..."

Tristan: "Oh... So in order to--they had to...?"

Leslie: "They were careful, patient. It's in their nature. Clive's old dog; roadkill Hazel found as a teenager."

Tristan: He squeezed his witch's hand. "Sounds like it was very gentle and respectful."

Leslie: "If you're going to hunt, you respect an animal. If you can't bring yourself to that, you just become an opportunist. Not everyone feels that way. It's how we feel about it."

His smile had subdued. "I tried to help her. Caught on a barbed wire fence." He shook his head.

Tristan: "Well, everyone should feel that way. I've known lots of other fisherman who basically just plunder the ocean, don't think or use sustainable practices."

He gave Leslie's hand another squeeze. "I'm sure you did the very best you could. Sometimes that's all you can do."

Leslie: "Should, yes."

Ah, the subject he avoided thinking about. "Like nets that don't catch whales and seals and other precious animals?" A roll of his shoulder. "No one is without sin."

Tristan: "Plastic ones, yeah. Don't wanna pay for non-plastic or tear up their hands making their own like I do."

Leslie: "That's what Clive did in his spare time across the pond. Walking the beach, rescuing animals. Almost cursed the fishermen. Surprised he likes you at all," he laughed.

Tristan: "I'm a sustainable fisherman that cleans up the beach and rehabilitates hermit crabs." He smiled. "I do my bit."

Leslie: "Which is why he's given his blessing."

Tristan: Tristan chuckled. "It's the way I was taught and I can't imagine doing it any other way."

Leslie: "We're veered off course."

Tristan: "Way off course. You were gonna list spells."

Leslie: "Yes, and you're only supposed to say if you believe. And I'm supposed to list lies, and things I actually cannot do."

Tristan: "Well go on, lay it on me."

Leslie: "I'm not good at lying." He considered a moment. Was there any lie?

"Let's change it to what interests you."

Tristan: "You're just too honest for lies, even white ones. As for what interests me...all of it?"

Leslie: "Doesn't work that way, but, that's good." Leslie stood up once more, in search of the nearest notepad and pen. The speech he had given Charles seemed worth repeating. Of the nine spheres and the dedication needed to master any as primary. The results of that primary on offspring, alteration of personality, aura, and philosophies.

"I'm what's known as Verbena. About as traditional as witchcraft gets. Rub shoulders with hedge witches like Charles on a daily basis. Others, for example Hermes, would sooner discard them."

Tristan: This magic thing was somehow both as intricate as Tristan would've expected and more intricate than he ever could've imagined. To think he'd spent his entire life with this whole other world just out of reach.

"Are hedge witches just new witches? Or novices?"

Leslie: "Both. They want nothing beyond a blessing here, a potion there. Some rationalize it as nothing more than holistic medicine. A rose by any other name."

Tristan: "Ahhh, gotcha. Hence the hedge part. Do full-fledged witches not like them?"

Leslie: "Verbena welcome everyone. Other Traditions," he waved his hand from side-to-side. Not so much.

Tristan: "Good thing Charles and I have you as a teacher then. For a lot of reasons."

Leslie: "Maybe." He tapped his pen to the paper. "What's your interest."

Tristan: “Going to the bottom of the ocean.”

Leslie: "Life... and correspondence?"

Tristan: “Definitely sounds like it’d be Life. Correspondence...well, there’s travel involved. That counts as correspondence, doesn’t it?”

Leslie: "Yes," he chuckled. "Taking something from somewhere else would include matter. Either of which I can help you with."

Tristan: "So I can conceivably visit the bottom of the ocean with enough time and know-how and practice?"

Leslie: "With the right teacher, yes."

Tristan: "Five year-old me would be over the moon if he knew that."

Leslie: "What's the adult you feel?"

Tristan: "Also pretty over the moon, honestly," he chuckled.

Leslie: "Maybe let's get back to this tomorrow."

Tristan: "All magic-ed out today?"

Leslie: "I don't want to overwhelm you."

Tristan: "Overwhelmed? I'm flying!"

Leslie: "Don't fly too high. That's only a small part of lesson one. Do you need a break?"

Tristan: "I feel great, Les. Really. Don't feel tired or anything. Actually that's a lie, I am starting to get hungry, but that's more to do with it almost being dinner time."

[4:12 PM] Aya: "What would you say to ordering take-away or delivery and we keep going?"

[4:21 PM] Cat: "Oh, can we order from the Chinese place? I'm craving fried rice and chow mein so bad."

[5:33 PM] Aya: "Alright. Five minute break, and we'll get back to it."

[7:46 PM] Cat: "Deal." He gave Leslie a quick kiss and pulled out his phone to dial the restaurant.

[8:39 PM] Aya: Felt as though he were constantly getting up, but up now for a proper notebook. There was one tucked away in one of his boxes. One he'd been reluctant to give for the very reason he'd been reluctant to share an unveiled truth.

"I have something for you," said after giving his order.

[9:27 PM] Cat: Tristan nodded as the kid on the line read his order back. "Yep, that's right. All right, thanks."

He hung up and smiled at Leslie. "Said it'll be no more than twenty-five minutes. Whatcha got for me?"

[9:30 PM] Aya: A blue leather notebook was presented in both hands. "The color suits you. Had it for a while. Since before I told you. Just couldn't find the right time, or an excuse. You could have denied everything and called me crazy. You didn't." His smile was soft again. "I've been delicate with you from the beginning. I don't mind what people think of me. I mind what you think of me. Just a bit."

[9:37 PM] Cat: The journal was taken and studied with a smile that was pure fondness. "It's beautiful, Les. My favorite color."

He tugged his witch down for a kiss, moved. "Well then you should know that I think the world of you. You're the farthest thing from crazy I've ever seen, and I believed that even before you taught me how to light a candle without a match."

[11:39 PM] Aya: The kiss was returned in kind. He wasn't existing in his head at the moment. Rather, it buzzed with emotion and curiosity, and he allowed himself to swim in it.

"You're a prodigy, and I wanna see how far that belief suspends."

Cat: "Who woulda thunk a sailor would be a magical prodigy?" he said with a chuckle. "Happy to be one though. Hopefully I don't disappoint."

[12:30 AM] Aya: "You wouldn't, but you should keep that far from your mind. Failure is healthy, and helps us learn."

[12:44 AM] Cat: "Healthy and definitely inevitable. There isn't really a manual for digging deep."

[12:45 AM] Aya: "Before we delve deep into actual spells, I want to alter my lesson plan, so-to-speak, and focus on the very basics. The depth of our Tradition."

[11:47 AM] Cat: "I'm good with basics. Gotta build a solid base before I try anything more advanced."

[5:05 PM] Aya: "This isn't to say you have to follow me." But he had his suspicion that he would. "I want to explain how I was raised and what my people believe."

[7:28 PM] Cat: "Even if I don't even up following you--" Which he too suspected he would, "--those things are still important to know."

[9:10 PM] Aya: "Will you tell me yours?"

Tristan: “How I was raised?”

Leslie: "Mhm. Your mother's every deep thought gifted to you."

Tristan: Tristan smiled and nodded. “All right. We’ll swap stories.”

Leslie: Leslie took to the floor beside the living room couch. He would begin. His first lessons were of Luna and her phases. The universal energy of Quintessence. Herbs Hazel used in soups, stews, and potions. Symbols his father carved in wooden figures, into the foundations of houses, etched into rocks surrounding the cottage. Ginger for an upset stomach. Black cohosh for menstrual and arthritic pain. Calendula for rashes and wounds. Every festival and their history. Gratitude for every harvest; the celebration of life and death, love and misery, and the journey in between.

A pause for delivery, tipping and waving goodbye to Su. He returned to the floor with his box of rice and broccoli.

"It's easy to teach a spell," Leslie confessed. "But my entire life isn't just spells. It's... a lifestyle. That's where I feel the gap with Charles."

Tristan: To Tristan’s ears, it sounded like being brought up in a fairy tale. Not because of the magic or the magical elements, though. The whole thing. The lifestyle as Leslie said.

“Hard to reconcile a lifestyle like that when yours has been so far removed from anything like it. I don’t know what sort of upbringing Charles had but I’m willing to bet it was at the other end of the spectrum.”

Leslie: "His most relaxed that I've had the pleasure to witness was in a lab, with latex gloves and a needle for my blood. In a room so void of the Gauntlet and Quintessence that I felt physically and spiritually drained. A microscope is his foci, and science is his paradigm. It's a wonder he could light a candle at all. I doubt he could have, had he not read my mind."

Tristan: “The lab is his comfort zone, I guess. It’s an environment he understands and he knows what to expect from it. All that goes a long way toward calming someone’s mind.”

Leslie: "He's a man in control, and I would assume, with what I understand, he wasn't always."

Tristan: Tristan nodded. “Well there you go. If that’s the case, then the lab in definitely his comfort zone.”

Leslie: "Now it's your turn."

Tristan: Tristan's upbringing had been much more mundane than Leslie's, but no less filled with wonder, for no reason other than the fact that his mother was a literature professor.

Megan had imparted her voracious reading habits on her son, nurturing his interests and providing him with a home life so stable, Tristan hardly even thought about missing a father.

He was taught to shave by the same man who had taught him to sail, and when he realized he was gay, had the luxury of it being as uneventful a topic as choosing what to have for dinner.

"It's only now as an adult that I can see how lucky I was to have her as a mother. Like Brett Parker, the sheriff? His dad made him so scared to even look at another boy while Megan's over here fighting with the vice principal over whether or not I should be allowed to take a boy to homecoming and threatening him with a lawsuit."

Leslie: "That's a good upbringing," Leslie concluded, nodding. "I've heard things about Brett Parker. I was raised holistically. The Christian saying of... 'to every season' greatly applies. But I think, in Brett's case, perhaps a bit much." A brief wry smile. "It's strengthened him, no doubt."

Tristan: Tristan made a face. "I don't know if it did. Made him resentful, probably traumatized him, and made him unable to have the relationship a child is entitled to have with their parent. It's like life handed over a lamb to be raised by an iceberg of a lion."

Leslie: "Mm. I will never say trauma is good or healthy. When I speak of a holistic upbringing, I speak of how we handle trauma, not the merits of it. Lemonade from lemons? Or as Hazel said, learning to dance in the rain. Brett, in all his conservative nature, something tells me he's a dancer."

Tristan: "Well, he's happily engaged to a man and doesn't talk to his dad anymore. I'd call that some damn good lemonade. And you know what, I hope it tortures the old man every waking moment. He was an asshole to Megan when we were growing up."

Leslie: "I would rather his father learn from this, perhaps grow before it's too late."

Tristan: "At the risk of sounding like a cynic, I sincerely doubt it. Man's a relentless prick. A relentless, aggressively homophobic prick."

Leslie: "But he only has one son." And then his brows tightened. "Right?"

Tristan: "As far as I know, yeah. Of course there's always the possibility that he's a hypocrite as well as a homophobe and he's got a lovechild and mistress somewhere."

Leslie: "Hmm. I feel compelled to pay him a visit. Brett, not his father - maybe both. The optimist in me." He dismissed his thought with a flick of his hand.

Tristan: "Brett's a good guy." Tristan smiled. "He'd benefit from that optimism of yours."

Leslie: "People either love it or loathe it."

Tristan: "I love it. You put hope into a world that sorely needs it."

Leslie: Now that's a thought. Another soft smile in a series of soft smiles.

"I can't wait for the fireplace. Imagining the new house... all the best things I grew up with. I'm already ready for it to be over. Not for me, but... it's disruptive. The sooner it's over the better. Especially for the birds."

Tristan: "Hell, I'm already impatient to see it built. Or at least starting to be built. Mama already picked out a housewarming gift for us but she won't tell me what it is."

Leslie: Leslie pulled his knees to his chest and hugged.

"You're happy with the design? The additions?"

Tristan: Tristan grinned and nodded. “I can’t wait to be in it and see it. The fish are gonna be so happy in the screened porch.”

Leslie: "I'm ready to reorganize the herbs, fruits, and finally... finally have a greenhouse."

Tristan: “Can’t wait to see what you grow in there. Gonna make you some pavers and wind chimes for it.”

Leslie: "Not gonna be just me. This is your greenhouse. Your porch. Your kitchen."

Tristan: “Yes but it’ll be mainly your domain. I’ll help water things though.”

Leslie: "I'd love that. Teach you what's poisonous and what's healing. Some things are both." His brows fell with thought, raised with a more illuminating smile. "Feels like something's shifted between us once I told you."

Tristan: "Only one I know about that's both is belladonna. Mrs. Pennyapple used to put it in her tea to relax before bed."

Tristan leaned in to kiss that smiling face. "Shifted in a good way?"

Leslie: He closed his eyes to the kiss. A little content sound from the depth of his throat in affirmation.

"Not a bad way. Dunno if good. Just... different."

Tristan: “There’s no big life secrets between us now. Has to count for something.”

Leslie: To that, the witch swallowed.

Tristan: "...There are more?"

Leslie: Leslie looked up. "What?"

Tristan: “You went all quiet. It’s fine if there are, you don’t have to spill your guts just because.”

Leslie: "Oh. Um... No. Yes and no. I don't know." Another example of his supreme subterfuge.

Tristan: "Hey, it's fine. Some things need the right timing and mental preparation." He offered another kiss. "We're good, baby."

Leslie: "When I went back to Charlotte for Samhain, I said I was going to... settle my past." Dark blue eyes looked up, studied Tristan's expression.

Tristan: Tristan didn't really know what to expect, so he merely listened in patient curiosity. Unless Leslie was about to say that that Belmira person had threatened him in some way, surely there was no cause for concern.

Leslie: He could feel her name in Tristan's eyes. "I did see her."

Tristan: "Kinda figured you would. Was she civil?"

Leslie: "She was exactly as I liked to remember her."

Tristan: "So not a horrible soul-sucking menace?"

Leslie: Leslie looked down at his hands, at Tristan's hands, and the floor.

"She was confident, beautiful, and cruel. We cast spells together and spoke fondly of the past, as though nothing had happened. We stayed up most of the night by the fire, and she told me about her lover in Portugal, and I told her of a sailor. I asked her if it was true love. She said it was love from a bottle, and I left."

Tristan: "So still a horrible soul-sucking menace who's conning some poor son of a bitch into being with her possibly against his will."

Tristan shook his head. That Belmira sounded like a real fuckin' peach, and he found himself more grateful than ever that Leslie was no longer wrapped up in her bullshit.

Leslie: "For her to say it came from a bottle, means it's a temporary spell, and one like infatuation. There are those much worse. I know that sounds like I'm excusing her; I'm not. But one day he'll look at her and wonder what it was he saw and he'll leave."

Tristan: “And she’ll do it again because to people like her, the world is a fucking dollhouse and everyone is fair game to fuck with.”

Leslie: "Not everyone." Just sleepers. "But you're right; it wasn't right. I told her it was goodbye, that I didn't want a rift to remain between us."

Tristan: “Maybe this is just me being biased or whatever, but it sounds like there should be more than a rift between you. The Mariana Trench should be between you. But I know you don’t think that way.”

Leslie: "Whether she'll respect my wish, I don't know. I felt better about leaving." Only some, and it shown in his honest eyes.

Tristan: Tristan squeezed Leslie's hand and brought it to his lips.

"She better. I own several very large harpoons and I'm not afraid to use them."

Leslie: "You would not harpoon my childhood friend."

Tristan: "I would seriously consider it under the right circumstances."

Leslie: "What are the right circumstances?"

Tristan: "If she does anything at all to hurt you or bring you discomfort."

Leslie: "Discomfort's a part of life, baby."

Tristan: "There's discomfort and then there's the soul-sucking menace."

Leslie: "Don't waste energy on being upset when nothing's happened."

Tristan: "But it did, and it's happening now to that random guy. People have been harpooned for less probably."

Leslie: "What do you want to do about it?"

Tristan: "Guess there's nothing I can do. Except hold a grudge."

Leslie: "I don't want you to hold a grudge, please."

Tristan: "Can I have an ambiguous beef?"

Leslie: "So long as it doesn't add a wrinkle to your eyes."

Tristan: “Okay, deal.”

Leslie: "Thank you." Have a kiss for the effort.

Tristan: He would take that kiss, thank you very much, and steal another for good measure.

"Other than the menace, was your trip to Charlotte good?"

Leslie: "It was enlightening. My... coven had disbanded. Split into two, really. Those that felt the way I felt, and those with Belmira." It hadn't been a bloody affair. Not what he'd been told.

"Clive and Hazel are always fine." He considered a moment. "No matter the argument, I feel you should know, family was never threatened."

Tristan: Tristan nodded, very glad that not everyone had drunk Belmira's kool-aid and even more glad that Leslie's family was okay.

"Okay, good. That's another one of those harpoon scenarios, just putting it out there. But I'm glad they were left out of it."

Leslie: "Mm. No. They know better. There is no comparison to our capabilities and that or our mentors."

Tristan: "A sentiment Meg would thoroughly approve of."

And speaking of families... "Are we telling her? About magic?"

Leslie: "That's not for me to decide. What are her beliefs? Heavy Christian? Nothing?"

Tristan: "You've seen her, she's pure bohemian hippie. She believes everyone should read for pleasure and make love instead of war."

Leslie: "Refreshing, but when presented with the idea of life after death, reincarnation, god or gods, where does she stand?"

Tristan: "Pretty sure she believes in reincarnation and life after death. With all she's read, impossible for her not to."

Leslie: "What has she read?"

Tristan: "She's got a whole bookcase dedicated to world religions and mythology."

Leslie: So, a curious mind. "Someone told her, her invisible friend was an imaginary one, I bet."

Tristan: "Wouldn't surprise me. She'll read damn near everything you put in front of her."

Leslie: "Do you want to tell her your boyfriend believes in witchcraft?"

Tristan: "Feels wrong to keep it from her. Maybe we can tell her together?"

Leslie: He could understand. "When and how?"

Tristan: "She asked us to dinner one of these days, our choice. Could tell her then."

Leslie: "I'll ask if she believes in magic?" he smiled.

Tristan: "Meg always appreciates a direct approach," he chuckled.

Leslie: "She's probably already heard. It's an open secret."

Tristan: "She would've told me if she had."

Leslie: "Before?"

Tristan: "Before what?"

Leslie: "Before getting together."

Tristan: "Oh no, any time. If she saw magic right now, she'd be knocking down that front door to tell me as quickly as she could."

Leslie: "That's some deep belief."

Tristan: "Mama doesn't do things by halves, that's for sure. Never has."

Leslie: "And how was she raised; do you know?"

Tristan: "She's a hippie raised by hippies."

Leslie: "Did you know them? You don't talk about them."

Tristan: Tristan shook his head. “They died before she even met my sperm donor. Don and Elaine. They were both teachers, too.”

Leslie: He took Tristan's hand between his own.

"Tomorrow, then? We'll talk to her tomorrow."

Tristan: He smiled and nodded. “Tomorrow it is. What do we want her to make us?”

Leslie: "Let's try a childhood classic of your choice."

Tristan: That was an easy choice. “How do you feel about cheesy chicken and rice?”

Leslie: "I'll be diligent with my insulin."

Tristan: “She knows to tone down the unhealthiness when she’s feeding you.”

Leslie: "The horror," he laughed.

Tristan: “Hey now, grilled chicken is as good as fried.”

Leslie: "If I had a choice between chicken or salmon, I would always choose salmon. And oysters? Forget about it."

Tristan: “Salmon goes with her cheesy rice just as well as chicken.”

Leslie: "Next time. I want your childhood classic, not a substitution."

Tristan: “It’s still a classic, just with a twist.”

Leslie: "Nope. Chicken. I'll wrestle you over it if I must."

Tristan: Tristan laughed. "Promise?" A wrestling match turned makeout session was a very appealing concept.

Leslie: "You want me to promise a wrestling match?"

Tristan: "A naked one."

Leslie: "A naked wrestling match over chicken."

Tristan: "Absolutely," he chuckled. "Or is it over salmon? Either way, I get you all naked and sweaty."

Leslie: "I just want chicken," he laughed.

Tristan: "We can have chicken and a naked wrestling match. Win/win."

Leslie: "Okay," Leslie shook his head, "where is this going? Are you about to tackle me? Do I need to brace myself?"

Tristan: "Nah, not right now," Tristan chuckled. "We'll wrestle later. So! We're going over to mama's sometime this week for cheesy chicken and rice and telling her about magic."

He blinked. "Kinda feel like I'm describing a dream I had. Ever have those moments?"

Leslie: "All the time, baby." Deep breath. The tension in his shoulders had dissipated, but something was bringing it back.

"So! Where were we?" he laughed.

Tristan: "We got wayyyyy off track. We were sharing life stories and taking a break before doing more magic."

Leslie: "Right. I have some books you can - should - read. I'll be more vocal about things I'm doing in the future. Dried herbs, the garden, that kinda thing. But there's one more thing... I dunno if it should be a Yule... thing, or a now thing."

Tristan: "Mama raised a voracious reader, lay 'em on me. I'm primed and ready to learn."

Tristan gathered up their plates and the leftovers and took them into the kitchen.

"Thing? Is that code for present?"

Leslie: "Thing is code for present. Want a present now or later?"

Tristan: "Mmmmm...later. It'll give me something to look forward to and be excited about."

Leslie: "A man that likes surprises as much as I do."

Once more he excused himself, in search of the aforementioned wand which, typical of his memory, he realized, had been forgotten.

He couldn't hesitate with Tristan when he put so much effort into Charles and the girls. It wasn't fair.

"So," he began, returning with a long velvet pouch.

Tristan: "From you? Always." From rogue crustaceans? Not so much.

While Leslie was off doing whatever it was he was doing, Tristan took the opportunity to put away their leftovers, greeting his witch with a smile when he returned.

"So.... Whatcha got there?"

Leslie: "What do you think I have here?" Waved from its middle as a means to entice.

Tristan: Tristan's face lit with a gasp. "Is that a wand!?"

Leslie: Leslie burst out laughing. "Yeah. Exactly that." Offered without removal. Deceivingly light for its length. Tucked tip first. Pale driftwood, perfectly smooth, with fluid proportions.

"Something else I was doing in Charlotte."

Tristan: Tristan removed the want from its pouch and smiled. The driftwood was instantly recognizable; the perfect choice for a sailor.

"This is beautiful, Les. Thank you."

Leslie: "You're very welcome. Let's try lighting a candle with the wand now."

Tristan: "Does it work the same way as lighting a candle without one? Should I try to channel my will through the wand or try to direct it with the wand?"

Leslie: "You're the lightning, this is your conduit. As many people use a wand as don't. We're going to see what you feel is best. This? This is an extension of your hand, if you want it to be."

Tristan: "This is a lightning rod," Tristan said to himself with a nod. Minus the magic, this wasn't too different from how he handled his ship in dicey situations. At least as far as it being an extension of himself.

Who knew being a sailor would be so useful for witchcraft?

He took a deep breath. No time for counting chickens. He needed to dig into that place that lit the candle and channel it into his lightning rod.

And surprisingly enough, it only took two attempts this time around.

Leslie: The fact that his sailor was a prodigy was more of a surprise than this wondrous feat. What he now knew of him, a wand made complete sense.

"How did that feel? Better? Worse? Could you feel anything?"

Tristan: Tristan took a second to think before answering. "I'm not sure yet," he said, squinting at his hands and wand. "I think it's too soon to tell. Kinda wanna try it a handful more times both ways. Do you mind if I play around with it a little bit?"

Leslie: Leslie was just staring with a ridiculous smile, chin in hand. It had only just struck him how this man, this pillar of muscle and scars, handled something so delicate. With his long hair, rough vocal cords, it didn't seem cohesive, but it was.

"Go for it, baby."

Tristan: "Okay, cool." He almost blew out the candle normally before remembering to use magic.

Extinguishing it without magic had taken three tries, and as he was still getting used to the wand, this time it took four.

The next few minutes were a pattern of making the candle go in and out with his hands, then with the wand, then back to his hands, then back to the wand again. Each time around the result came a bit easier, but he still needed a minimum of two tries.

The verdict? "Feels pretty much the same? I keep thinking the wand feels easier but I think that's my brain latching on to the lightning rod thing. Reminds me of that scene in Back to the Future with the car and the rod going into the thing. I like the wand though! I feel cool using it."

Leslie: Tristan was watched patiently. Eventually, Leslie rested his cheek onto his folded arms, content with what he was seeing, and reminded of home. A wave of aching nostalgia warming his cheeks and eyes. He suddenly wanted Clive and Hazel. He wanted his coven. He wanted Charlotte. He wanted Tristan in Charlotte, but there was no Albemarle Sound in Charlotte.

"If you really enjoy using it, then it suits you. No harm in that, I promise."

Tristan: "I really do," he said with a grin, admiring the wand again. "Feels good. And just like my ship has both a motor and a sail, all the magic I practice will be perfected with both wand and no wand."

Leslie: "I fucking love you."

Tristan: Tristan chuckled and pulled Leslie in for a kiss. "I love you, too, puddin' pop. Have I won you over all over again with my magic skills?"

Leslie: "You damn well have." Although Merlin save him from those nicknames.

"I wanna go for a swim. The spirit grabbed me." He forced himself up to look outside. How cold was it?

Tristan: This time of year the water was definitely on the chilly side, but nothing that the body couldn't get acclimated to.

"Hell fucking yeah, let's do it. I'll grab us towels and blankets."

#Wand Magic chapter #leslieeissott #tristanseger

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eremika-forever12 · 4 years

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//Eremika Fanfic : Remember Me!?//

Chapter- 1 click here

Chapter: 2

Pouring some water over the flower pot.....Mikasa finishes off her gardening in the small court yard behind her house....

As she was about to enter....inside the house....she notices someone standing far away....probably waiting for her...

Glancing over the person, Mikasa’s eyes brighten with surprise...

Mikasa looking at the person- Armin! What a pleasent surprise!

Armin foolishly grins- Ahhh....Hi! Errmm...Mikasa!

Mikasa smiles slightly- So what brings you....here? In such an early morning? I suppose you should be with your scouts at the moment ...Captain Armin Arlert!

Armins nervously Chuckles – Well ya....I do have a meeting with commander Hanjee today! So....well....but I came here to talk something important with you!

Mikasa stares at Armin blankly as she says- Go On!

Armin nervously- Wont you ask me to come inside? I guess....too much heat today...Outside!

Mikasa with a blank nod- Oh yes....Sorry for keeping you standing outside! Come in...

Saying this Mikasa goes in while Armin follows her as he whispers silently- Its Okay!

***********

That silhouette.....some one is right behind him!

Eli eyes widen as he stares at that silhouette....who is that? Who must be standing behind him?

Oh my god is he in danger? His mom has always told him to be careful about child kidnappers which roam in corner of every silent place....

Oh god the place is so silent....Eli thinks suddenly...he has started to feel nervous already!

Should he look back or should he....Run!

The silhouette was still there....

Gaining lots of courage...Eli swiftly looks behind his back...

To his shock he absolutely finds no one there...

Eli looks back to the wall where the silhouette was present....to his surprise, there wasnt any presence of silhouette either...

Eli was confused....Was he dreaming or something?

He tries to glance behind to notice if someone is still there or not!

Wind starts blowing around the area as Eli hears the wheezing sound of it....making him kind of shake in fear as he realised he is sitting all alone in this whole destructed area with no sight of any single person.

**********

Mikasa glances back at Armin from kitchen who was sitting around the small round table with a nervous look.

"Whats wrong with him? Why does he look tense? "

Thinks Mikasa....

With two cups of tea in a tray...Mikasa sits opposite Armin face to face.

Armin looks up at her and smiles...

Mikasa sipping the tea as she says boringly- So Armin? Whats the matter? You wanted to say somthing...What is it?

Armin hesitantly stares at Mikasa- Yeah....err....Its...Its about Eli!

Mikasa's eyes widen as she stops drinking the tea and stares at Armin while he continues- Your Son!

Before he could say a word more , Mikasa interrupted as she looked desperate- What about Eli? Is he alright? Did he do anything in school again?

Armin trying to calm Mikasa- Hey calm down! There isnt anything like that but....

Mikasa calming down a bit- But What?

Armin taking deep breath- Mikasa listen! Whatever I am gonna tell you...dont take it other wise! You know very well....Right from his birth I have always looked at him as my own Son!

Mikasa keeps on staring at Armin with no expression as he continues- I have never seen him different even when Alina was born...the thing is actually....I think you need to deal with him carefully Mikasa!

Mikasa frowns as she at Armin- What do you mean by that?

Armin taking deep breath- Today I saw him walking in tense mood....more like he was upset on something! As my meeting was in the afternoon...I decided to follow him to check on him if he was actually fine! He seemed okay after sometime from his expression though I decided to bid him a Hi! He was quite happy seeing me until I mentioned about you telling me to check on him whenever I can last week! He was furious....he almost reminded me of Eren! Well I dont blame his rudeness after all its all about genes...

Armin chuckles a bit then suddenly turning serious he looks at Mikasa- I think you are being too harsh on Him Mikasa!

Mikasa kept looking at Armin blankly when she said coldly- What do you mean by being harsh? Are you gonna tell me he is being rude due to me? Or his feisty behaviour is due to me? I know what I am doing & What is good for him! I am his mother!

Armin sternly- that's not the point Mikasa! You know it! More Over didnt you two had an argument before he left for school? Dont lie to me!

Mikasa coldly- it wasnt an argument! I was simply trying to put some sense in his head! I cant let him be like Eren! I cant let that anger thing control him! He needs to understand the world is cruel but beautiful too which his father never understood! (Whispers Mikasa)

Armin sighing- You know what is the main problem! You are taking his freedom away! Making him sit in the home all day wont solve anything....people wont stop saying crap about him! You both need to live freely! You need to let him open to people! By trying to make him home sick....you cant anyway control his anger! You are simply worsening it!

Mikasa glares- Let him open to people? Yeah right! So that he could kick their butts everytime they open their filthy mouth! Armin....just incase let me remind you! The people around here dont really like our presence! And I dont want my baby to suffer their hatred! Anyways he is indeed going to school....he is learning things there! What he isnt understanding is....loosing his cool wont help him! Its better to ignore people rather than pushing ourselves into hell! Let people say whatever they want....We are happy in our own small world!

Armin raising his voice- Really Mikasa? That what you think? Hiding yourself into this small house....letting Eli be bored all alone in this home! Doing such! What difference are you making? As You Said People Will Speak Shit! Why do you care? What are you afraid off? Its better to live a life the way you want rather than crawling into darkness!

Mikasa sharply- I DONT CARE! I KNOW WHERE ARE YOU HEADING TO?! YOU WANT ME TO JOIN SCOUTS BACK! DONT YOU? 100TH TIMES I HAVE TOLD YOU....IT AINT HAPPENING! TILL HE COMES BACK....I Need Answers! Answer for running away from me once again!

Armin freaks out- Stop it Mikasa! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? IT HAS BEEN 6 DAMN YEARS! EREN IS DEAD! And Humanity Needs Back Their Strongest Soilder!

Mikasa glares as she raises her voice coldly- No he isnt....my heart doesnt believe it! I am sure he is alive...somewhere...

Tears welled up in her eyes- He is just running from us again & again! And I dont understand Why! He promised me for the final time....He will come back to me! If he was here....Eli & me wouldnt have been this much miserable!

Armin shocked- Can you stop it Mikasa? I know you miss him....We miss him too....But he is gone! Accept the reality! Move forward Mikasa! You are only ruining Eli ‘s life! Lastly....You do know how the people acknowledges Eren Now! He is known as Humanity's Biggest Threat in History! Doesnt matter what result has brought from that rumbling! Killing thousands of lives! A murderer is always a murderer!

Mikasa stares at Armin coldly but says nothing as he continues- Eli is still a kid....he doesnt know about his father even! While the people suspects him of Eren's kid! Though they only suspect but have no confirmation! I suggest you....

Mikasa retorts back- I dont need your suggestion Armin! And What proof do you have that Eren is dead? Did you see his body? Or his titanic form again? What makes you so sure of it! Well I dont take any of it....He was your best freind....And you only speak of him being dead! WHY!

Mikasa suddenly holds Armins collar freaking the hell out of him as she shouts- Why? Did you kill him by your own hands? To save humnaity....you were the one who suggested his death!

Armin shocked trying to get rid of her clutch around his collar- Hell No! Whats wrong with you?

Mikasa leaves him with a jerk- I dont care what anyone says....I believe he is alive! Only if he returns to us one day....

Armin sharply as he says hesitantly- Will you be able to forgive him even if he returns from his grave?

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Eli is walking hurriedly all alone towards his home....he has gone bit far today....

Moreover he just bunked his school today, he honestly prays.....none of the teachers notices him all of sudden from no where....

The Sun was just on top of him shining brightly....it was quite hot due to the sun rays...

Eli keeps on looking behind at times for some wierd reason....

From a time being, he felt he was being followed by someone! But he couldn't notice anyone keeping an eye on him...

Eli was taking his steps faster....a creepy feeling was eating him out. He was feeling nervous...

Someone is definitely following him....or was it just his intution!

Eli was walking hurriedly without looking infront when suddenly he bumped into someone and fell on the ground....

Eli while rubbing his nose looks upwards and finds two men with hat staring at him angrily.

One man says- Heyyy you little brat! Whats up with you? Are you blind or something!

Suddenly the other man eyes shone brightly as he grinned wickedly- Oh look who is here! The child of the devil.....! ELI....ACKREMAN! THE LITTLE BASTARD....SON OF THAT FREAK!

While other man whispers – Wait....Ackerman? I dont think or remember that monster name as of some Ackraman....it was Yeager!

Eli was scowling at them while still being sitting on ground but not understanding a single thing about what they were talking about but it was definitely something about his name!

Eli angrily- Hey! Whom are you talking to?

The two guys glared at him as one of them pulled him up holding his collar freaking the hell out of him- Hey You Shut Your Filthy Mouth Up! Who even gave you permission to wander in these streets! If the rumours are true of you being the son of that BASTARD! You & your filthy mom should be extint!

Saying this he threw Eli away letting him fall again....

After that both of the men left while laughing loudly making Eli angry more....at that moment he felt like punching the faces of those two old creeps.

He was about to stand and run after them when suddenly a young lad came infront of him....his hair was quite long and the long bangs he had were covering his one eye....he had a stretcher in his one hand which was supporting him to stand still....

Eli notices closely and realises....the guy has a bandage too around his head....

As Eli was lost in noticing, the stranger brings a water bottle infront of him....making him snap out of his senses...

The stranger with deep voice as he stares deeply into Eli eyes while bending a bit- Hey You! You left it there in the bench! I had been following you with my broken leg till here....Kid You Run So Fast! What's the hurry? Here Put it back in your Bag!

Eli blinks his eyes nervously as suddenly it clicked him....Was it this guy following him all the way till here! But back then....there was no one in that barren land!

Eli with shaking hands takes the bottle away from the stranger's hand...

The guy then stands straight from his bending position as he glances back at Eli....

The Sunrays fell on his body as his face shone bright....while Eli eyes widen as he still kept on staring at him while still being on the ground!

While Eli was all numb, the guy asks coldly- Do you think you can stand....Kid?

Eli was scared....he didn't know Why! But he was....all he could do was nod his head swiftly in positive way..

The stranger with blank look replies- Great Then!

Saying so he started limping away slowly while Eli kept on staring at him....

There was something about this person which was bothering little Eli so much....

While at a distance the man halts and glances back at Eli as THEIR GREEN EYES STARED BACK AT EACH OTHER!

Chapter - 3

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ghostmartyr · 5 years

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SnK 120 Thoughts

A Fleeting Moment.

You blinked and missed it.

Is there some sort of deadline that I am unaware of? Because I think this is the second chapter in a row that reads so YOLO that it carries the desperation of a death soon at hand.

Yes, that’s right.

This chapter.

Is a Zekesona.

Maybe it’s because I’m a heartless monster, but my predominant thought throughout this chapter--well, fine, we’re getting to the real one later, but mostly my thought was wow, we’re really just diving straight in to the plot magic.

I’m not going to stop calling it plot magic.

Starting out it might have been a deliberate attempt to avoid the grammar of all things Paths, but at this point... it’s here to make the plot go. Sense is optional.

Zeke, you’re fucking killing me.

Let me. just.

Let me attempt to form words with my fingers. Or my head. Or anything at all. This chapter has beaten me. I read it, I consumed the information, and so help me, I think if I let myself, I would never stop laughing over this.

It’s not funny, it’s just.

This, as we have here, is the pinnacle of everything wrong with letting the Yeager Bros take the wheel of a car that is not only missing seat belts and brakes, but perhaps also a functioning wheel.

In the world that is still sort of maybe occupied by sanity, there’s. Zeke.

Holding his brother’s decapitated head.

While he and his brother have an extended Inception dream sequence to manage the fact that Eren should really be very dead.

Really, I could probably spare a few minutes on that, but I don’t want to, because the logistics of how dead Eren is, exactly, when years have to pass in the plot magic in the seconds it’s been since his head was shot off--

I feel like someone shot my head off.

So okay.

A dream level up, the fight goes on in excruciating slowmo.

Meanwhile, Zeke and Eren are.

Okay, yeah, can’t do it. Nope.

This is not a criticism of the writing, as of right now. Like, I have my severe hysteria because of course Zeke has spent his Inception time growing to surpass the chains the First King adorned himself with, and of course, for some unholy reason, those chains bind Zeke at all despite him rightly pointing out he’s not of the Reiss branch and Zeke not actually being the Founding Titan.

Those are things I am noting, and I am completely failing to have a reaction to them because my entire jaw is in pain from holding back laughter, but that is not my present comment.

My present comment.

Is that these two are fucking morons.

I do not mean that disrespectfully. I mean it with the full sincerity of someone who is absolutely okay with the text making them fucking morons.

But holy damn fuck these kids do not have a clue what they’re doing.

Zeke first meets Ymir Fritz when he nearly dies in an unexpected near-incidental suicide. That’s when he has his first hands-on experience with Paths.

Sorry, plot magic.

So um.

Both Eren and Zeke plan to finally make use of the Founder’s power by showing up at this place. They don’t know that at the time they make their plan, because it’s still new to them, they just know that they’re going to hold hands and stuff and somehow things will happen.

Eren thinks the things Zeke wants to happen are bullshit.

Shocking.

Zeke thinks the things Eren wants to happen are bullshit, despite having no clue what those things even are.

Shocking.

And like.

Neither one is getting what they want, because Eren can’t actually use the power he’s journeyed all this way to get, because if this were a real anime, Zeke would have pink hair of warning. Zeke’s royal blood matters more than Eren having the Titan.

Sort of.

Zeke can dismantle the chains on the Founding Titan that attach to him for some reason, but Eren seems to still be required to pull the trigger. (ETA)

So if Inception-verse did not exist, Eren would have just gotten whatever it is he’s after, which would be bad for Zeke by measure of it not being what Zeke wants, but because Inception-verse does exist, they have all the time in the world, Zeke has the means to get what he wants, only technically he doesn’t really because he still needs Eren to agree with him and that hasn’t happened yet.

All of this work.

All...

Good fucking what.

ALL OF THOSE DEAD BODIES, BOYS, AND NEITHER ONE OF YOU HAS JACK SHIT TO SHOW FOR IT.

SOMEHOW

BEYOND ALL COMPREHENSION

BOTH OF YOU ARE FAILING TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. BECAUSE OF THE VERY SIMPLE FACT THAT YOU NEVER TRULY BOTHERED TO UNDERSTAND THE PERSON OR THE POWER YOU WERE ASKING TO MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE.

EREN MISUNDERSTANDS THE NATURE OF THE FOUNDER.

ZEKE MISUNDERSTANDS HIS BABY BROTHER.

BOY I’M SURE GLAD WE’VE SPENT THIRTY CHAPTERS ON THE CLUSTERFUCK OF YOUR MUTUAL DECISIONS JUST TO FIND OUT NEITHER ONE OF YOU HAS A FUCKING CLUE HOW TO MAKE ANY OF THIS WORK.

YOU BROKE THE WORLD, FULLY CONFIDENT IN YOUR DUCT TAPE, ONLY TO DISCOVER THAT THE ROLL YOU WERE HOLDING WAS SOME OTHER COLLECTION OF TAPE THAT SOMEONE GAVE A SILVER PAINT JOB.

THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T GIVE CHILDREN GUNS.

THEY SHOOT THINGS.

YOU INCOMPREHENSIBLY DUMB FUCKS.

Once more, this is not a criticism of the writing. I think it’s very fair for Zeke and Eren to be interacting with forces beyond their understanding, and screw it all up badly. In Eren’s case, that force is some weird demigod demon who possibly sold their soul to the devil. In Zeke’s case, it’s the will to live.

Both very confusing things. It is perfectly reasonable for them to be having difficulties.

-pre-corpses screaming in the background, only in slowmo because the moment of Eren’s head being blown off hasn’t actually passed-

-Falco steaming in the dirt-

-all Eren’s friends risking their lives so they might maybe use the Founding Titan to fix this all up-

You can tell Eren and Zeke have a doctor for a father, because their elaborate plan depending on thousands of years of history and starting international incidents fails in the face of basic common sense.

No, I’m not done.

These would be the people who would change the world.

Eren.

This is why, when you were ten, your mother was already telling another ten-year-old to look after you. BECAUSE SHE KNEW. SHE KNEW THIS IS WHAT YOU WOULD CHOOSE TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE.

LO, BEHOLD THE NEW UNDERSTANDING OF CARLA’S TEARS AS HER CHILDREN LEAVE HER TO HER DEATH.

IF ONLY EITHER OF YOU HAD A BRAIN.

I’m sorry, I know I should be making comments on other parts of the chapter, but this is all just so typical, and so blisteringly obvious an outcome, and.

Well, we got a lot of nice shots of Grisha and his family. Yay.

Plus--

Oh.

Fuck.

No no no no no, no, I don’t want that.

The thought occurred that this probably is one of the many functions of the plot magic’s oddness around people remembering things they shouldn’t, and blah blah blah Eren crying at the start of the series, but...

Grisha sees Zeke for a moment. Just a moment, but he taps into their link in the Paths.

If Mikasa goes back to watch the memory of Eren sleeping while he’s supposed to be collecting firewood, I have objections. I don’t know what they are, but there’s a visceral reaction of how dare you if that’s where this is all heading.

But you know, that’s for people who do things like speculation about things that aren’t related to people with the last name Reiss, so not my problem.

Anyway, the flashbacks are not a surprise. Grisha loves Eren. He makes his mistakes with Zeke, and comes to regret them terribly. He becomes a better man, and leaves his obsession behind to hold his new family.

This explains what happens the night he kills the Reiss family very well.

In that moment, he must have felt, so keenly, that this is all his fault. He walks away from the Founder. He leaves his mission. He leaves the power behind.

The walls fall, and in the hands of the Reisses, the Founder can do nothing to assist.

His wife dies.

The obsession returns, and Grisha’s last act is saddling Eren with all of his mistakes. Because he learned from his old ones, but he found that those lessons just destroyed the new life he comes to love. Grisha abandons his cause, and Carla dies. Eldians die. Marley creates more victims.

How many people suffer needlessly because Grisha hesitates?

That’s not a burden he takes to well, and the Grisha in these memories never wanted his last moments with Eren to be what they were. It’s one more piece to the insanity that took hold that night. One more tragedy.

When Kruger gives Grisha the Attack Titan, he tells Grisha to love someone inside the walls. The instruction becomes to make a family, but its root is in love. The important part is that Grisha loves someone. Otherwise, the cycle continues.

Grisha loves his sons. He abuses one and nearly ruins him, and takes the next and loves him properly. That’s the son who rejects the idea that they should all die. He’s been given a life that he understands has glory in even its beginning moments, and understands how horrendous it is that Zeke would remove generations of future moments.

The problem that continues, however, is one that I imagine we’ll be addressing with future flashback episodes.

Zeke loves his little brother. Until time allows otherwise, he takes it for granted that his precious little brother will see things his way. He needs so little convincing to bring Eren into the fold. Even before he knows how much control he truly has, he fully accepts Eren.

He doesn’t know Eren.

Eren knows Zeke, because the truth of Zeke’s heart is in this plan.

He knows Zeke, and doesn’t do anything with that knowledge.

Eren and Zeke use each other to reach this place, and in the end, their failure to be there for one another results in neither one being able to wield the power that their union creates.

There might be love there, but it’s the ruined kind Grisha bestows on Zeke. Control is what matters. Reaching the end is what matters.

“Your wife. You child. Even someone on the street. It does not matter. Love someone inside the walls. If you can’t, we’re doomed to repeat it all again. The same history. The same mistakes. Again and again.”

The mistake Eren and Zeke make is the opposite of the one their father chooses in this memory. He puts his love for his family over his mission.

Eren and Zeke prioritize their mission so deeply that they might as well be strangers, no matter how often they refer to each other as brothers. Of course it’s a disaster.

The audience has been waiting for Eren’s side of this story for years, because we’ve watched him grow up. We’ve watched him struggle and triumph and lose himself, and none of that was enough to establish the train of thought that led to these choices that Zeke is so proud of him for making, so it’s been a known thing to us that he’ll have some sort of eventual reveal (which we’re still waiting on; this chapter just does us the favor of confirming that we are waiting).

Zeke wants to confirm Eren’s mindset before they kick things off, since he has the luxury of time in this space.

He never bothers to confirm Eren’s thoughts out in the living world. Not actively. Eren lies, and Zeke lets it pass as enough.

These two never try to help each other. They use each other up.

Zeke can swear to be there for Eren, can swear to set him free, but he does not see who his brother is, and Eren, knowing exactly what kind of person Zeke is, chooses to ignore that in favor of playing the long con.

They fail.

They fail their family by failing to see them as such, and so fail every other task they sought to accomplish.

The story’s forcing them to deal with that now, since they have so much time, but it is so easy to see why this happens. They’re desperate, and they grab their lifelines, and they decide that if there’s something wrong, it can wait.

In the metaphor, that’s fine. They need to stop drowning.

But they see each other as a lifeline before they see each other as siblings.

Grisha sees Zeke as a tool before he sees him as a son.

The same mistakes, over and over.

Some more familiar than others.

We’ve reached the above thing.

What I’m referencing is that really, all through this chapter my only concrete thought was Eren looks a lot like Frieda. Naturally not greatly evident in the shot that’s actually relevant to why I’m bringing it up. Why should I get nice things.

Like. A lot. To the point where it starts to feel intentional, not the result of my brain linking everything back to the Reiss lands. Eren’s hair doesn’t part like Grisha’s or Carla’s, and conveniently we’ve got the comparisons readily available. He has Frieda’s. The young woman his father took the Founding Titan from.

After a long series of consensual (with heavy sarcastic quotes, yes, but putting that aside for the moment) sacrifices, Frieda and Eren are the first in recent history to have their consent overridden. Frieda’s ripped to pieces by Grisha, and has her family slaughtered by him. Hours later, understanding nothing of either Titan he’s inheriting, Eren takes up the mantle.

Eren first sees Frieda through her eyes, looking in a mirror, and I absolutely know I’m reading too much into this, but give me a sec of indulgence. I rarely get to talk about Frieda in these posts.

Frieda, the one who Eren really does look bizarrely like, is Zeke’s foil.

In the two shots above, we have an older half-sibling using their powers to convince their younger sibling to see the world they want them to.

Zeke’s having his difficulties, but Frieda has none.

Frieda has a loving relationship with her little sister, and touches her head to Historia’s gently.

Zeke bashes his head to Eren’s forcefully.

Frieda loves Historia. She has no reason but love to come and pay her visits. She helps her learn to read, she rides horses with her, and provides her company.

Historia has all those memories taken away. Their relationship only exists on Frieda’s terms until five years after Frieda’s death.

In an attempt to keep this post from turning into me shouting about how the Reiss family is symbolic of the manga as a whole, and Historia needs to come back and rightfully re-dethrone Eren as the main protagonist, I’ll be brief:

Frieda screws Historia up.

She adores her little sister, but in a world without Frieda, Historia is left with neglect and an overwhelming sense that no one wants her to be alive. Frieda routinely takes away the memories that prove that belief wrong. For complicated reasons that a teenager shouldn’t be expected to handle, but Historia’s problems are still actively exacerbated by Frieda forcing her will on Historia.

Eren has more say in what his brother’s trying to pull, thanks to his own plot magic, but we see the problem, with the same dynamic.

Zeke loves Eren.

He can’t see past his view of the world to see Eren well enough to try to do what’s best for Eren.

This is not a collaboration. It’s two people fiercely opposed who have put that argument off until the last possible second rather than approach one another as equals.

Eren’s head is blown off. He’s due to be dead.

Zeke is still trying to rescue him from his own free will.

Love without respect is useless. It’s what turns the emotion selfish.

Idiots.

I’m torn on what this chapter means for future chapters, because I don’t see how Eren and Zeke are moving past this roadblock without finally dealing with the issues that landed them here, aaaand theoretically that means that Eren’s plan wins.

I guess we get to look forward to what that means if that’s the case.

But Eren’s head is still kind of. Not. On his body.

Which makes me think that whatever decision makes it out of Inception, it’s probably going to be one that alters the reality they’re playing with, and that is really hard to do satisfyingly.

Those are problems for another month, though.

I have trouble calling this chapter good, because a lot of it is. well, what did you expect when you chose to do things like this? There’s some satisfaction in the fact that the characters are truly being respected as the numbskulls they’ve behaved as, but that does little to make the overall situation better.

Thankfully, emotional flashbacks pander to my needs directly, so this will be a satisfying trainwreck, but, uh.

Yeah.

Local siblings don’t listen to each other on family roadtrip down memory lane, feat. apocalypse in the background. That is the chapter.

It needs to be drawn as the Renaissance painting it clearly is in spirit.

#Shingeki no Kyojin #SnK 120 #Zeke Yeager #Eren Yeager #shingeki no spoilers #SnK spoilers #spoilers #tl;dr #chapter post

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coconutknightshade · 5 years

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Fanfic Stats Tag Game

Thank you Maddy! @iloveyouthree-thousand You can read her wonderful MasterList of fics here! <3

Author Name: coconutknightshade (I have no idea where I pulled this from but it’s my AO3 name and I wanted to stay consistent lmao)

Fandoms You Write For: Marvel! Exclusively Irondad & Spiderson for the time being. And while it still fits within that realm. I’ve also written Harry Potter and Charmed (1998 series).

Where You Post: I’ve got a few posted on FF.net but all of my Marvel stuff is on AO3 under cocnutknightshade, though I do crosspost all of those fics here on Tumblr as well.

Most Popular One-Shot: So technically it’s The Hoodie™ where Tony shows up at MIT during family week to surprise Peter and overhears Peter tell his roommate that the MIT hoodie he’s wearing is his dads. But I’ve had a handful of requests that it become a series of one-shots that take place during family week, so as inspirations strikes me I’ll be adding more!

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: This is kind of funny because most of them are multi-chapter but I’m still working on the final parts. Going by kudos it’s Peter Parker’s Super Secret Snack Stash, in which Peter uses FRIDAY's system to have a conversation with Ned about AP History while he's sneaking into his super secret snack stash in the kitchen. Or in which Peter's spidey senses betray him in the most embarrassing of ways.

Favorite Story You Wrote: Probably definitely Peter Parker’s Super Secret Snack Stash but honestly I enjoyed writing Villain Origin Story so much. Basically the Avengers are embarrassing Peter before his date with MJ and he’s so mortified that he tells them all that the whole thing will be his villain origin story.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: I was really nervous about posting The Itsy Bitsy Spider Protocol. Probably because it’s the one I’m absolutely most excited and passionate about (I could talk about it all day). It focuses heavily on the dynamic between Peter and Tony/Pepper. And while it centers around all three of them, the second chapter is really going to emphasize the relationship Peter has with Pepper. I haven’t seen a lot of Irondad & Spiderson fics that heavily feature Pepper, so I wasn’t sure how interested people would be. But it’s done really well since I posted it a few days ago and it’s already got several hundred subscriptions, more than any of my others, so I’m stoked about sharing more of it!

How Do You Choose Your Titles: I pull lines from the fic that I really think will hook the reader as well as hint at the plot itself (with the exception of The Hoodie, because I wanted the title to really showcase the trope).

How Many of Your Stories Are…

Complete: Three of them. The Hoodie was intended to be a one-shot but may become a series of one-shots. Villain Origin Story is definitely a completed one-shot though. The third one is an old Attack on Titan one, lmao.

In-Progress: Two of them! Snack Stash and Spider Protocol one only have one chapter left. But I want to take a second to talk about the Itsy Bitsy Spider Protocol because while that particular one is nearly complete, it’s actually the first part of what is an outlined 5-6 part series. Each of them are connected to the other and they all heavily include Pepper in the dynamic and plot.

Coming Soon: I’ll list a few of them!! - Peter discovers through a school project that Tony is his biological dad and must now navigate the emotions surrounding that discovery- i.e. whether or not he should tell Tony, who he’s worried will panic and pull away when he finds out. Meanwhile, Tony is trying to find out why the kid is suddenly avoiding him and acting odd when they are together.

- Tony is a sophomore at MIT when, much to his fathers strong disapproval, he finds himself the babysitter of a wicked smart 10 year old who always manages to attract trouble. Not only that, Tony finds himself spending more and more time with the Parker family until ultimately he realizes that he’s stumbled upon a family he didn’t ask for but now never wants to lose. Several years later, lying in an Afghani cave with shrapnel fighting it’s way to his heart, he realizes that being a Stark in name doesn’t protect him from the infamous Parker Luck.(Follows the MCU beyond this point. Peter still becomes Spider-Man and Ben still dies.)

- While in class Peter’s phone blows up with news that Tony Stark has been in an accident. When he arrives at the Tower Tony is out cold and remains as such until late in the night. It just so happens that Peter is sitting alone outside the medbay, unable to sleep, when FRIDAY informs him that Tony is awake. It takes about twenty minutes for Peter to realize his mentor has a serious case of amnesia. Tony, for his part, now mentally back to his playboy persona refuses to be vulnerable and acknowledge to anyone that he has no idea what happened, where he is, or why the hell a fifteen year old (who shit, must be my kid??) is being so attentive to him.

Do You Accept Prompts: Fuck yeah! I’ve got 5 of them sitting in my inbox right now that I really need to get to

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: My IronFam one! One of the parts consists of Pepper making Tony and Peter take care of one of those baby simulator dolls and it goes about as well as you would expect it to lol. I actually have a dialogue blip of it posts on my blog! After that one, I’m really stoked about the DNA results one

Tag Five Fanfic Authors to Answer These Questions: So I’ve seen a lot of these floating around and honestly all of the people I can think to tag have already done it! D: @ironfamjam (I'm sure has been tagged like a million times, their stuff is phenomenal) @loubuttons (Probably also already done it, but we’ll wing it) @kitcat992 (Same lmao) @hailing-stars (I know for fact you’ve already done it but ily and I’m adding you anyways) @ladynerdynerd!!! <3

@softhairbarnes!!

#tag game #text #sorry for the wall #irondad #spiderson #ironfam #iron family #peter parker #tony stark #pepper potts #pepperony

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dykerachelsummers · 5 years

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earth-82: teams, part i

okay, so people seem interested and i’m dying to talk about this universe so here we go! my version of dc canon. i’m splitting this up into multiple posts because otherwise it’ll turn into a monster.

this first post will focus on my versions of the founders of the justice league and my version of the founders of the teen titans. it’s mostly aligned with canon but with (what i think are) some interesting divergencies.

The Justice League of America

the second existing major superhero team within the dc universe and eventually the most expansive.

Bruce Wayne (Batman) - Bruce witnessed his parents’ death when he was seven years old and after that he was put into the custody of Alfred Pennyworth (his family’s butler) and Leslie Thompkins (a doctor friend of Thomas’s). During his college years, Bruce sought out training so that he could eventually return to Gotham and attempt to eradicate crime. During this time, he joins the League of Assassins for awhile and fell into a brief relationship with Talia Al-Ghul. He became Batman at 23 and adopted Dick Grayson a year later.

Clark Kent | Kal-El (Superman) - Kal-El is the only son of Jor-El and Lara-El (nee Lor-Van), who was born during Krypton’s last days. Jor and Lara sent him to Earth, with the hope that he would be taken in by a human family who would raise him well. When Kal landed he was found by Jonathan Kent and Martha Kent (nee Clark), a childless couple. Martha convinced Jonathan that they should adopt Kal and they eventually chose to name him Clark Joseph Kent and raise him as a normal human, despite his strange origins. He became Superman at 22, a few months after being employed at the Daily Planet.

Diana, daughter of Hippolyta (Wonder Woman) - Diana, Princess of Themyscira, was Queen Hippolyta’s only daughter. Made from clay, Diana is the result of multiple goddesses deciding to give Hippolyta her wish to have a child. Diana grew up semi-isolated on Paradise Island, surrounded by the Amazons but lacking company her own age. She was almost three thousand years old when Steve Trevor landed on Themyscira. After a series of challenges that she won, Diana was chosen as Champion of the Gods and left Themyscira with Steve. She helped end WWI but didn’t return to Themyscira at this point, because she had fallen in love with Steve. She stayed with him until he died, before returning to Paradise Island. She left Themyscira several more times and at one point brought a young orphaned baby girl back with her to Themyscira. Hippolyta chose to adopt the girl and raise her as Diana’s sister. Diana chose the name Donna, in honor of a fallen friemd. Diana became known as the Wonder Woman in certain conspiracy and history circles around the time of the Gulf War.

Arthur Curry | Orin (Aquaman) - King of Atlantis, Arthur is the son of Atlanna, the former Queen of Atlantis, and Tom Curry, a human lighthouse keeper. He was raised in the surface world but was informed of his Atlantean heritage at a young age. His father got sick when Arthur was fifteen and afraid, Arthur fled to Atlantis. Once there, he learned his mother was believed to be dead and that her husband (Orvax) had been made king. Arthur was welcomed to the kingdom, as a member of the royal family. Arthur was there for two months before Orvax was killed by a rampaging sea monster and the Council of Atlantis was split about who should inherit the throne, but ends up choosing his younger half-brother Orm, with Nuidis Vulko as his advisor. At first, Arthur seemed welcome at Orm’s side, but he was soon informed by a mute servant that Orm planned to have him killed. The servant, an Atlantean mutant named Dolphin, helped him escape and took him to the stronghold of the rebellion that was is a member of. He, with the help of the growing rebellion led by Mera, overthrew Orm and Arthur - now known as Orin throughout the kingdom - took his place on the throne.

Kendra Muñoz-Saunders (Hawkgirl) - Kendra is the reincarnation of Chay-Ara, an Egyptian priestess of Isis who - alongside her lover, Prince Khufu, and a priest of Hathor, Hath-Set - found Thanagarian nth metal, which turned them into Thanagarian-human hybrids and made it so they would reincarnate each time they died. This lifetime Kendra is an archeologist, along the vein of Lara Croft. On her twenty-first birthday, she received her first memory of her life as Chay-Ara and has since retrieved many more of both Chay-Ara’s and her other past lives.

Barry Allen (The Flash) - Barry Allen was destined to become the Flash, not that he knows this. When he was eleven years old Eobard Thawne travelled back in time from the twenty-fifth century and murdered his mother before disappearing again. Barry’s father was blamed for his wife’s murder and imprisoned for the crime, despite Barry’s protests. Barry was adopted by Jay and Joan Garrick. His best friend (and crush) growing up was Iris West and he ended up spending half his time at her place, making it so he saw the Wests as a second family. Barry is a certifiable genius and managed to graduate high school at sixteen. Barry went through college and got a degree in biochemistry and could have gone farther and become a renowned scientist but instead chose to become a CSI for the CCPD. Barry became the second Flash (though for about six months he was known only as the Scarlet Speedster) when he was twenty-two, due to a lightning strike which hit him and caused him to crash into a bookshelf of chemicals. Unknown to him, the lightning was actually the Speed Force choosing him.

Dinah Lance (Black Canary II) - Dinah is the eldest daughter of Larry and D.D. Lance, born with a dominant metagene. The metagene activated during a traumatic childhood experience when she almost fell from a great height but managed to stop herself from hitting the ground with a powerful scream. Dinah grew up in Gotham City with her Uncle John Zatara and his daughter - her best friend - Zee Zatara and her Uncle Ted Grant. When Dinah turned eighteen years old, she left Gotham and moved to Seattle, where she started college, joined a (pretty good) punk band, and became known as the “Lady in Black” - a vigilante that stopped muggers and rapists with a single scream and a few well-placed kicks. Little did Dinah know that she’s following in the footsteps of her mother, the first Black Canary.

Zatanna Zatara (Zatanna) - Zatanna is the daughter of Giovanni “John” Zatara, a golden-aged superhero called the Magician who had been a member of the JSA and was capable of some magic (a descendant of the Homo Magi), and Sindella, one of the last pure Homo Magi. Zee was born with magical potential the like of which few could compare. Due to John being close friends with D.D. Lance and Thomas Wayne, Zee grew up as a friend of Dinah Lance and Bruce Wayne. John decided to move to Europe when Zee was ten years old and while Zee lost contact with Bruce, she stayed close to Dinah. During her time in Europe, John sought out magicians to help train Zee. When she was eighteen, Zee decided to leave Europe (and her on-again-off-again boyfriend John Constantine) and move to Las Vegas to try and get a start as a stage magician, following in the footsteps of her father.

Original Teen Titans

the beginnings of the first teen superhero team.

Dick Grayson (Robin/Nightwing) - Dick is the son of circus acrobats, John and Mary Grayson, who were killed when he was eight years old. He was taken in by Bruce Wayne and became Robin the next year. Robin is the most experienced sidekick, having already been apart of the vigilante world for four years before the team formed. He became Nightwing when he was seventeen years old and was at that point de facto the leader of the team, alongside Wonder Girl and Starfire.

Donna Troy (Wonder Girl) - Donna is an orphan that Diana rescued from a burning building and took to Themyscira. Donna was adopted by Queen Hippolyta and blessed by the gods to become immortal herself and to gain all the other attributes of the Amazons. When Donna turned twelve, she convinced Diana to take her to Man’s World. She attended a Justice League meeting, which is where she met and became fast friends with Dick Grayson. She and Dick remained friends even as she returned to Themyscira, communicating through letters they exchanged through their mentors. When Donna was fourteen, and Dick thirteen, they convinced Diana and Bruce to let them have a sanctuary of their own, which Bruce produced in New York City and would eventually become Titans Tower. Donna and Dick are the founding and core members of the Teen Titans.

Karyn Zor-El / Karen Starr (Power Girl/Flamebird) - Karyn is the eldest daughter of Zor-El and Alura In-Ze, four years older than her sister Kara. When Krypton was about to be destroyed, Karyn’s parents put her and Kara into a rocket ship where they would be in suspended animation until they arrived on earth; they were supposed to find Kal and seek shelter on Earth as soon as they landed. They were unlucky though and got caught in the Phantom Zone, where they remained for twenty-five years before breaking free and finally landing on Earth, where they woke up to meet Superman for the first time. Karyn was furious to see someone wearing her family’s symbol and attempted to attack Superman, screaming at him in kryptonian. Clark, who knew very little kryptonian, struggled to explain what happened and, once he finally did, Karyn was horrified to learn that Kal had grown up without her and Kara. She refused to fully assimilate to human culture and asked that Kal find her and Kara someone to live with that they would not have to hide their identities from (as Karyn is only thirteen at the time); Clark decided his childhood best friend Lana Lang was the best choice and after she agreed, he approached Bruce for help in establishing fake identities for them as Karen and Kara Starr, Lana’s long lost nieces. Karyn was introduced to Dick Grayson (Robin) and Donna Troy (Wonder Girl) a few months after settling in. She helped form the original Teen Titans.

Wally West (Kid Flash) - Wally is the youngest child of Joe and Frankie West. He considers Barry Allen his older brother, since Barry always spent so much time at the West’s place. He found out Barry was the Flash when he was twelve (about three months after the new Flash first appeared) and demanded that Barry tell him everything! He foolishly decided to try and recreate the accident and was lucky to be chosen by the Speed Force as well. He was allowed to become Kid Flash when he was thirteen, with Joe and Frankie’s permission. He joined the Teen Titans a few weeks after his superhero debut.

Garth of Shayeris (Aqualad) - Garth is the only son of King Thar and Queen Berra of Shayeris and would have been the crown prince had his parents not been overthrown before he was born. His father was killed and his mother banished to Poseidonis, due to the actions of his uncle - a magician with malicious goals. He was born with violet eyes, which marked him with the potential to become a powerful magic-user in his own right. Unfortunately, magic-users had recently been made taboo within Poseidonis and Garth was cast out. He was found by Princess Mera of Xebel, Xebel being an pocket dimension found within the Bermuda Triangle. Mera convinced her parents to take him in. Xebel had no taboo against magic users which allowed Garth to grow up with no bigotry against him for his potential magical abilities, and Mera (a powerful sorceress in her own right) ended up being the own to train him when he expressed interest in the magical arts. Garth met Arthur Curry when he was ten and Arthur twenty, through the rebellion Xebel had joined to bring down King Orvax and later King Orm, and they quickly bonded. When Arthur later became Aquaman, he offered Garth the position of Aqualad. Garth was the second to last of the founders of the Teen Titans to join.

Roy Harper (Speedy/Red Arrow) - Roy Harper Jr never met his father, and his mother, a Navajo woman, died giving birth to him. Roy was raised by his uncle, Broken Bow, until shortly before his uncle’s death when he was twelve. Broken Bow had convinced Oliver Queen, newly recovered billionaire who had been missing for five years, to take Roy in. Because of Oliver’s relationship with Dinah Lance, a personal friend of both Batman and Wonder Woman, Roy was introduced to the other teen heroes when he was fifteen, as Speedy. He ends up becoming fast friends with them and was the last member of the team to join.

okay, guys that’s all for part one! part two will have at least three more teams (the new teen titans, young justice, and the justice league dark).

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Fraser Memorial | Ch. 1 “Sutures”

Thank you @sassenachwaffles for being my beta on this chapter and thank you @jules-fraser for approving of my pictures and indulging me as I started another fic!

2015 | Scotland

The emergency room had been quiet all morning, only three people had come in with minor injuries that were fixed in minutes. My fingers ached to suture someone’s skin, fix a broken nose... anything that would take my focus off of my ex.

Frank Randall had cheated on me. Simple as that.

But it wasn’t simple, he was my fiancé, we’d been together for six years and had plans. Hopes and dreams that involved us buying a house, getting married, children… he ruined them when he slept with one of his students. A history professor at Oxford University, Frank had wooed me in my last year of school. He was a new professor and I was smitten with the teacher.

I should have known that something like this could have happened.

I was once the student, crushing on their professor, hoping he would ask to see me after class so we could talk those extra five minutes without anyone else around.

It’d only been three months since I found out he was sleeping with her and in that short time I had relocated to Edinburgh to get away from him and my shattered dreams. Thankfully the hospital accepted my transfer. It was rare that they would take on a resident from another hospital, especially since I was English.

I glanced down at my watch, only ten minutes had passed since I’d last checked it. Sighing, I ran my hand through my mass of curls, getting my finger stuck in a knot. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” I cursed, yanking my hand and managing to make matters worse.

“Ye need scissors?” Geillis, a fellow resident, asked from behind the nurses station.

I huffed, “No, thank you. I’ve almost,” I pulled a bit more, “Got it!” My hand came free and only a few loose strands drifted to the white tiled floor.

“Ye ever think about cutting it? Yer hair?” Geillis pointed to my bird’s nest.

Shaking my head, I pulled my hair tie off my wrist and started putting it in a messy bun, “I would look horrific if I cut my hair,” I laughed, tucking loose bits into the bun. “They would stick out even more, if that’s even possible.”

“Aye, yer probably right.” She laughed and then we both turned our heads to the emergency room doors that were now opening with a bang. Finally.

A man with a slight limp walked through the doors, holding up a very large red headed man who appeared to be doubled over in pain.

“Mine!” I called before Geillis could and raced off to meet the men, leaving Geillis’ shouts of complaint behind me.

“How can I help?” I asked, my eyes taking stock of what was before me. The larger man’s face was twisted in pain, and his hand was clutching his opposite shoulder. Dislocated. There was also blood, and a lot of it, running down his arm.

“This idiot here thought he could lift a box of about forty-five bottles of whisky, clumsy dolt.” The blonde man laughed through his words, “Happened walkin’ up the stairs. Smashed all the whisky o’ course.” I chuckled lightly to myself, clearly the man was not too concerned about his friends pain.

“Come with me, we’ll get you set up in a bed and I’ll take a look at that shoulder.” I led the two men who slowly followed over to the row of beds. The large man laid down, wincing as he fell back against the pillows.

“You’ll probably want to sit up and not lean on that arm.” I instructed and moved my fingers in a ‘come forward’ motion.

“Aye, I think it’s broken.” The red haired man said, groaning as he sat up in the bed.

I laid my hand gently on his shoulder to assess the damage, it was in fact dislocated. This would be an easy fix. “It’s not broken, only dislocated.”

“Only,” he laughed and I looked into his eyes for the first time to find that they were the brightest blue I’d ever seen. Caught off guard, I shook my head slightly and turned my attention back to his shoulder.

“I’m going to pop it back into place, it’ll hurt but then feel a whole lot better.” I placed my hands firmly on his arm and he nodded, gritting his teeth and looked straight ahead.

Applying pressure, I forced his shoulder back and then up and it made a sort of popping noise as it reset. The man grunted but then let out his breath, looking down at his shoulder to see it good as new.

“Ah Dhia, it feels a thousand times better, thank ye Sassenach.” He smiled up at me and I felt my belly do a little flip.

“You’re welcome. It really wasn’t very — wait… what did you call me?” I shot my eyebrows up at him. I’m pretty sure that ‘Sassenach’ was not a very nice name to call someone.

The man blushed, his ears turning pink as he met my gaze full on, “Och, I didna mean it in a bad way, of course not, yer English are ye no’?”

“Well, yes I am.” I crossed my arms in front of me and waited for further explanation.

“So…” he drew out the word, “’Tis only a way of calling ye that, yer an outlander, lass. Please dinna take offense because I truly didna mean to offend ye. ’Tis only I dinna ken yer name.”

I looked down at my chest where my name tag should’ve been but it had somehow fallen off during the day. “Oh, I’m Claire. Claire Beauchamp.” I smiled and then I remembered the man’s friend and turned my head to him as well, offering him the same smile.

“This is Ian, my brother-in-law,” the man pointed to his friend with the limp, “and I’m Jamie. Now that we ken each other’s names maybe ye could attend to this blood that hasna stopped drippin’ out of my arm?”

I cursed under my breath. Christ, I had completely forgotten that he had been bleeding. His eyes were a distraction and his Scottish lilt was rather enchanting. Of course, I knew that by moving to Scotland, I would in fact hear plenty of Scottish accents but there was something in the Highland-lilt -- something about the way he said ‘Sassenach’.

“Jesus! I’m sorry,” my cheeks turned red and I moved over to the cabinet beside the bed, quickly pulling out what I would need. Definitely sutures, bandages, antiseptic and tweezers to pull out any remaining glass.

Once I set up the tray and had it arranged neatly, I rolled the small cart over beside the bed. “Hold out your arm please.”

Jamie lifted his arm, and I sucked in the air between my teeth, there was a large piece of glass sticking out. I normally had a strong stomach but sometimes, there were things that put me over the edge.

“Jamie, yer doctor’s afraid of blood. I told ye we shoulda gone to the other hospital,” Ian laughed and put his hand on Jamie’s back.

“I’m normally fine, blood doesn’t make me ill but seeing that,” I looked down at his arm again, “has made me just a wee bit nauseous.”

“Dinna fash, Sassenach. If ye throw up, I promise to make sure none of that hair on top of yer head gets in the vomit.” Jamie laughed and I would have hit him on the arm if he wasn’t injured.

“Thank you,” I said sarcastically and turned to grab the antiseptic and cloth to clean around his wound before I dislodged the glass shard.

While I cleaned his wound, Jamie didn’t complain, only pressed his lips tightly together and put on a brave face. “This may hurt,” I said in a soft tone as I held my tweezers near the glass.

“Just do it, lass.”

The glass came out easily enough, and thankfully it wasn’t very deep into his skin but he would definitely need sutures. I laid the shard on the tray and grabbed another cloth to clean him and this time Jamie let out a little yelp as the antiseptic touched his wound.

“Can deal with a dislocated shoulder but not a little sting?” I mused, smiling up at him as I continued to clean the remaining blood.

His arm twitched slightly but he didn’t pull it back, “Och, the stinging is verra painful, Sassenach, dinna make fun of me!”

“He’s a big baby, Claire, dinna listen to him,” Ian chimed, “He cries in sappy romantic movies too, don’t ye?”

Jamie glared at Ian, but there was a slight mischievous glint in his eye.

“I dinna cry, I have allergies,” Jamie grumbled, puffing out his chest a little.

I grabbed the needle and threaded the suture through the small hole and brought it to his skin. “I have allergies too, you know like when I watch ‘Titanic’ and Jack dies, somehow I always get allergies during that scene,” I joked, which earned me a nudge from Jamie’s other hand into my side.

“Dinna joke about ‘Titanic, Claire, ’tis verra serious, their love was forever.” He laughed and I had to admit to myself that he was very interesting. Jamie was such a large presence, one wouldn’t think at first glance that he was into romantic movies and even cried during them.

“Seems like ye’ll be awhile,” Ian said, “I’m gonna go and grab a snack out of the vending machine, ye need anything, Fraser?”

Fraser? Surely not…

I waited until Ian had walked away before asking Jamie what was currently making me freak out.

“Fraser? That’s your last name?” He jumped slightly as I poked him with the needle and began to suture his wound.

“Aye, James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, to be exact.”

“As in… Fraser Memorial… the name of this hospital?” I paused my work on his arm to look up into his face.

Jamie’s ear’s turned pink again, “Aye, well ’tis no’ like it’s me who owns the hospital. That’d be my Da Brian. One day though… it’ll be mine.”

He was practically my boss and here I was picturing late nights cuddled up next to him on the couch watching ‘Titanic’ and crying.

“So it’s named after your dad then? Kind of odd to name a hospital after yourself, aye?” I resumed suturing his wound, nearly done.

“Och, no. It’s named after my older brother Willie.” He replied, looking down to watch the needle go through the last bit of skin and I clipped the end and tied it off. “He passed away when I was a lad.” I watched as I saw his blue eyes go gray and his smile faded for a moment. “He had cancer.”

My hand lingered on his arm, offering comfort, “I’m so sorry Jamie. Was he treated at this hospital?”

“Aye,” his voice trembled, as if he was remembering his brother now, “My father partnered with a man and bought the hospital a year after Willie died. Then they renamed it for him, to remember.”

I bandaged his arm in silence, not quite knowing what to say, what could I ever say to that?

“You’re all done.” I tucked in the end of the bandage underneath, “You need to clean the wound daily, and for the first couple of days you’ll need to change out the bandage, some blood seeping through is normal.” I assured him, and looked over to see Ian returning with bags of crisps and candy in his arms.

“Och, yer finished? I had to go to three different floors to find what I wanted.” He groaned and offered Jamie a bag of crisps.

“Thank ye, Sassenach. For healing me wi’ yer wee hands so well.” Jamie grabbed my hand and placed his lips on the back of it. I could have sworn he heard my heart beating frantically in my chest.

“No problem at all, anything for a Fraser,” I laughed, hoping I didn’t sound like I was trying to suck up to the owner’s son.

“Will I need to come back to get the sutures taken out?”

“Oh, yes! Come back in about three weeks and I’ll take them out for you.” I only prayed that when he returned I would be on shift.

“Aye, three weeks then, Claire.” Jamie smiled and turned to leave with Ian, who was munching on a Snickers bar, going on and on about how stupid Jamie was to lift that heavy of a box.

My eyes never left the back of his head as I watched them walk away and just before they turned around the corner, Jamie’s eyes met mine and he grinned, setting butterflies loose in my belly.

Present day

I checked my reflection in the mirror, applying one more coat of mascara before I decided my make-up would just have to do for the evening. My dress was a simple black, that hugged every curve and line of my body. Just the way my husband liked, or so he showed me.

“Sassenach!” He called from the living room, “Are ye ready? We dinna want to be late!”

“Such an impatient man,” I fussed, grabbing my coat from the bed and slipping it on over my shoulders. Jamie was waiting for me, his arms crossed, looking down at his watch.

“I’m ready. I swear it!” I smiled and kissed him on the cheek as he turned his face to press his lips to mine.

“Don’t!” I pulled back, “You’ll mess up my lipstick and I don’t think you want to wait around for me to fix it.”

“I’d love to mess up yer lipstick, Sassenach. And that wee dress of yers too,” the color of his eyes turned into a deep blue, “but yer right, we must go.” He sighed, frowning as he settled for a kiss to my forehead and took my hand, leading me to the door.

“Are you nervous, Jamie?” I squeezed his hand as we walked to the car parked on the street.

“Aye, a wee bit.”

“Your speech will be great, I know it.” He stopped us before we climbed into the car, his hands slid down my body to rest on my hips.

“’Tis a big responsibility, bein’ an owner of a hospital.” He squeezed my sides making me jump, “With my father retiring and all, I ken it has to be me but I just worry I willna be good at it.”

Not caring about my lipstick or the stain it would leave on his lips, I pressed forward and closed our mouths together. “Jamie Fraser, you’re the bravest man I know. You’re ready for this, your father has trained you well. Besides…” I smirked, my hands sliding down over his arse, “I can’t wait until I can say I sleep with the boss.”

Jamie laughed and pressed his lips to mine again, “I love ye, Sassenach. Truly, I do.”

“And I you, Jamie. Now let’s go! It’s bloody freezing out here, and I need those heated seats!”

He let go of my hips and opened the passenger door for me. The entire drive over, his hand never left mine - I squeezed it off and on, a matter of habit, to remind him I was there. I was always going to be there, I was always going to be his biggest supporter.

The tension was seeping out of his body. No normal person would have known that, but I knew James Fraser, and I knew just how big of a night this retirement gala at Fraser Memorial was going to be.

#fraser memorial #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #jamie x claire #outlander fanfic #fanfiction #mclairefras #another one #chapter 1 #sutures

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damirae college au (yeah your passion for college au affected me haha) #68 - "You didn’t have to ask." please?

Disclaimer: Don’t own Teen Titans. Not making a profit.

A/N: These are still a thing. I had a lot of fun writing this… Yet another thing I want to continue. Oh college AUs…. How I love you! I was gonna wait to post this, but…. Here it is!!!

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’ #68: “You didn’t have to ask. ”OTP: DamiRae - College AU

“You’re arrogant.”

Damian froze.

The air in the lecture hall suddenly felt dangerously tense as he felt the weight of his classmates’ gaze. Calmly, he set his pen down and turned slowly to the source of the comment.

“I was merely expressing my opinion.” He knew Alfred and his father would be quite proud of the restraint and professionalism he displayed in this moment. His eyes locked to the girl with soft messy light lavender waves. She sat a few rows behind him, dressed in a casual black tank top and ripped jeans showing her knee caps. A red jewel adorned the center of her forehead and a smirk curled against her lips as her gray eyes looked at him defiantly. “I’m not sure how that makes me arrogant.”

“You assume you have the power to decide who deserves to live or die.” She told him. He was pretty sure she was looking straight through him.

“I said people who are dangerous to society don’t deserve to be among society.” Damian repeated, calmly as he rested an elbow to the back of his chair. “I also stated that people who pose a serious threat to the safety of society should be executed.” He didn’t need to explain his first hand contact with those dangerous to society.

“Which is you deciding who should live or die, that makes you arrogant.” She nodded, unrepented. “Not to mention, the fact you’re not accounting for possibility of innocent people paying a high cost for their crimes.”

“Miss…”

“Rachel.”

“Miss Rachel,” Damian started, sizing his opponent up. “Are you trying to say that criminals- drug dealers, thieves, etc shouldn’t be removed from society? That murderers, rapists, and the like shouldn’t be put to death?”

“I never said that.” She shrugged, placing her pencil behind her ear. “I’m saying you or we as human beings should not have the power to control who lives or dies, especially when we are using an imperfect system.”

“Let me guess,” He chuckled. “You’re one of those people.”

Her head tilted, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Excuse me?”

“You’re one of those art department free spirits who has a problem with the death penalty, but not abortion right?” The words blurted from his lips faster than he could process them. He felt everyone, including the professor, cringe at the direction the conversation had taken.

Rachel chuckled a bit, her eyes looking positively wicked and wild at him. “And let me guess,” She started, leaning over her desk a bit. “You’re a trust fund baby here to get your fancy piece of paper to validate your position as the CEO of the company you’re going to inherit no matter how incompetent you are because nepotism, right?”

The professor cleared his throat as Damian’s jaw dropped.

“Alright, that’s enough for today.” The professor announced. “Read Chapter 14 and come prepared to discuss it next week.”

Damian sat in his seat feeling the sting from her words. He was rarely left speechless. Growing up the youngest brother in a competitive household, he learned how to hold his own physically and verbally. It was rare that someone, metaphorically or literally, sucker punched him into silence.

“Hey.” Damian called, shaking off his shock and stopping Rachel’s descent down the stairs. “You didn’t have to ask that.” He was stuck somewhere between arousal and embarrassment. Damian wasn’t sure why he found her quick wit so attractive.

She moved closer to his seat, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “I wasn’t asking, rhetorical question.” Rachel informed. “But, judging by your reaction, I wouldn’t say I was wrong about my assumption.”

“My last name is obvious, of course you knew that.” He countered.

She smirked, rolling her eyes. “You’re assuming I know your name.” Her arms folded in front of her. “Or care.”

Damian shook his head, he couldn’t help but be intrigued. “Than how did you know?” This was not the time to notice how bright her eyes were or how soft her light brown skin looked.

“You reek of privilege.”

“That’s stereotype.”

“Because your white?”

“Actually, I’m not fully white.” He smirked, folding his arms. “Nice try though.”

“Well you could certainly pass.” She told him, looking him up and down. “But we can talk about that privilege another day.”

“It’s not my fault you intentionally make yourself stand out more with your hair and jewel….”

“Chakra.” She corrected. “You mean stand out more because I’m a minority?”

“You’re Indian, aren’t you?”

“Partly.” Rachel confirmed with a small smile. “But that isn’t the point.”

“What is?”

“From your ten thousand dollar laptop, to your what,” She paused looking at his satchel. “Three thousand dollar school bag and thousand dollar shoes you casually wear with jeans and a t-shirt, you reek of privilege.” She stepped closer to him. “I’m guessing you aren’t used to being challenged or told no, huh?”

He laughed. “I’m the youngest of four brothers.”

“Poor you.” She told him dryly. “You’re arrogant,” She repeated, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “And your hubris will be your downfall.”

“You don’t know me.” Damian assured, placing his things in his bag as he stood. “I’m not Icarus, that would be my brother Richard.”

She couldn’t help smiling at his reference. “I’ve seen enough guys like you.”

“Well I’ve seen enough of you art department hippies camped out on the quad smoking pot to make a difference.”

“I’m a psychology major.”

That explained a lot.

“As fun as this has been,” Rachel smirked, stepping away from him. “I have to get back to my drum circle now.” She joked, turning to continue her walk down the steps. “Later.”

“Wait, Rachel,” Damian called, chasing after her. “I was thinking we could get some coffee.” He didn’t know what possessed him to say that. He swallowed the lump in throat as he ignored the heat rising to the tops of his ears.

Rachel stopped at the bottom of the steps, she turned backed to him. “Seriously?” She snickered, biting on her bottom lip.

“Yea, I mean…” He sputtered. “We were having such a good conversation…” Damian trailed off awkwardly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d stumbled over his words.

A slow grin spread across her lips. “Nope.” She answered, gazing at him softly. “Not today Damian.” She told him as she walked toward the door.

“I thought you didn’t know my name.” He called after her.

She laughed, giving him soft smile as she exited the room.

Damian couldn’t wait until next class.

#teen titans #teen titans fanfiction #raven #damien wayne #damian wayne #damirae #collegeau

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distant-rose-archive-blog · 7 years

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52 documents, 5 excel and 30 aesthetics on Little Pirates? Are you kidding? I WANT IT ALL! For real though, that much work into it, how much did/how far did you plot? I'm just curious because I really do love your universe.

Anon, legit Harrison, Wes and Beth are fully realized adults with heartaches, hardships and even their own children in my head. I think I’ve plotted as far as Beth being roughly 50 years old. On top of that, I also had to develop a supporting cast and shit, so there’s development on at least 30 other characters outside of my Jonses children. But if you want a taste of some of the plot work/headcanons I have regarding Harrison, Wes and Beth, I’ve left you roughly twenty plot points/facts I have planned out for them below the cut. So, spoilers, I guess?

Harrison Jones

gentle giant trope as fuck - legit had the body of a linebacker and the soul of a baby deer

looks like he could kill you, but is legit a cinnamon roll

anxious perfectionist puppy complete with slight OCD (has a constant need for organization and will pick up after you without your asking)

serious self-esteem issues/constantly doubts self - compares himself to parents and grandparents too much

a very firm believer in good form/bit of a black and white view on morality - made fun of by morally questionable younger siblings because of this

very much an old soul in a young body

gives so much and expects nothing in return - would give a stranger the shirt off his back

loves food more than he loves you/eats Killian and Emma out of house and home because he is a big boy and LET’S NOT FORGET THE BACON FOLKS! BACON IS HIS ONE TRUE LOVE

hates, legit hates, being compared to his dad/told that he is just like his dad - is deliberately clean shaven and keeps his hair on the long side so people don’t confuse them and people still call him Killian (Is privately like “excuse you I’m like a good five inches taller and at least fifty pounders heavier than my dad” but would never say it aloud because that’s hella rude and he’s a polite mofo)

beanies and bomber jackets forever with this babe

spends a ridiculous amount of time at Granny’s Diner playing darts and fixing things that are broken because he likes being helpful/useful

has a photographic memory and remembers a crazy amount of shit (most likely to catch you in a lie)

will bail you out of jail if necessary but expect a lecture on how you need to clean up your act

Closest to his “cousin” Neal but gets along with most people

Incredibly nice and sweet, but does a psycho mode where if you threaten his family or put a knife to his neck he has no issues snapping your neck/going Freddie Krueger on your ass sometimes blacks out during these violent episodes because he doesn’t like he doesn’t like hurting people and it’s hard thing to put on his conscious

accomplished musician - plays guitar, bass and piano

literally has no clue how handsome/beautiful he is and cannot take compliments/gets super uncomfortable/blushes constantly

Hates coffee but drinks it anyway because he’s a caffeine addict

Has horrible hand-eye coordination as a kid because he was constantly growing and because of that is terrible with swordplay. He got better in his late teens but never picked it up again. Prefers long-range weapons such as bows and throwing darts

legit has the same password for fucking everything - it’s either 1227 (his birthday) or seaweed1227 (Seaweed is his dog’s name)

is legit the world’s most doting and loyal boyfriend/is dating Aladdin and Jasmine’s daughter and worships the ground she walks upon. (He then becomes the world’s most doting husband and father of three adorable babies.)

takes over for Emma as sheriff alongside Neal

Wes Jones

sarcastic asshole magician who is jaded as fuck trope

looks like he could kill you and would probably kill you

has absolutely no filter and doesn’t care if he hurts your feelings

gives zero fucks about authority and goes out of his way to make sure any person of authority knows about it

snarkiest and sassiest mofo alive and enjoys letting you know

most accepting of non-conventional things because he literally doesn’t care and will just go with the flow/won’t even blink at something considered “weird”, he’s more like “yeah, whatever (might or might not have some unconventional relationships of his own regarding Gideon and Bobbi)

is secretly a competitive asshole and will cheat to win/do not play cards with this child

legit hates tomatoes and ketcup more than life itself. Nothing angers Wes more than when his order gets screwed up and he ends up with either. He will actually refuse to eat it.

most likely to hotwire your car or steal your wallet because he’s bored and he can/he would give it back to you at the end of the day however

most introverted out of the siblings/sometimes cannot deal with people/will put up his hoodie and put in his earphones, which is essentially his way of telling you to leave him the fuck alone.

The best with magic out of his siblings since he’s good at compartmentalizing/is constantly practcing and studying magic with Gideon and Bobbi (What I can Baby Robyn in this universe)/ Is basically Power of Three with Gideon and Bobbi

Literally puts no effort into dating/sex life - it’s mainly other people coming to him and he’s like “yeah sure”/possibly aromantic

Doesn’t really crave human contact/interaction but he likes it for the most part. Could live on without it however.

Emotionally unaware at times/a complete idiot when it comes to how other people feel

Though emotionally stunted at times, don’t fuck with his mother, sister, “cousin” Ruthie, Bobbi or Gideon because boy will straight up break your hand to prove a point/A ridiculous dirty ass fighter/will not play by the rules

Has a massive sweet-tooth/constantly has hard candies like mints and caramels on his person

Hoodies are his uniform

Has long ass blonde hair (think Thor or Sunshine from Remember the Titans) and often keeps it in a man bun - Emma HATES it

His iTunes library is bigger than yours/loves music and plays the drums

He doesn’t make a habit of apologizing but if he’s sorry he’s more likely to make a quiet gesture than verbally apologize

Ends up running a music store/backend magic store with Gideon and Bobbi

Beth Jones

daddy’s girl tomboy femme fatale trope aka miss I will fuck you up and you will not only thank me but beg for more

looks like a cinnamon roll but is actually a SINnamon roll…who could kill you

absolutely Daddy’s Little Girl/super ridiculously close to her dad to the point that they’re very good at predicting what the other is going to do/going to react

her most prized possession is her “hook” necklace that her dad gave her on her sixteenth birthday (it’s legit just a fish hook bent to look like Killian’s hook on a chain) and she never takes it off

is left-handed so she had a hard time learning things from people growing up (ex. Harrison tried to teach her how to play guitar and it ended miserably)

loves animals more than she loves people, and will go nuts over cute dogs and cats. Beth has a habit of going up to strange dogs and making kissy noises at them while scratching their ears and never saying a word to the owner

Beth thinks she should be the one to inherit the Jolly and is prepared to fight her brothers for it.

will attack you with your biggest insecurity/weakness if she feels uncomfortable and doesn’t want to deal with something/would rather have a fight than an emotionally meaningful conversation especially on painful topics

scarily manipulative at times and lies super easily/can think of a convincing lie on the spot when necessary - she disturbs her family with this “gift”

really hates disappointing her parents so if she plans on doing something or something happens that she thinks they won’t like, she will do her best to hide it from them

loyal to friends and family to a fault/will go the distance and die for them a thousand times over

loves wearing dark lipstick, it’s her signature make up move

impulsive and legit has negative amounts of self control

Closest to her “cousin” Ruthie - hated each other when they were kids, but get a better understanding of each other when they get older. Ruthie listens to her relationship drama

drop dead gorgeous and she knows it/will use her looks to her advantage if necessary

very casual with sex but fears actual intimacy. She has a really bad relationship when she was 15/16 and it ended horribly after she had pregnancy scare (only Henry knows this about this however)

has an amazing sense of direction/navigation - very good at mental mapping

the best at swordplay out of her siblings and legit spends two hours a day going over her forms and practicing. She also collects swords and makes sure to practice at least two weeks with any from her collection so she’s comfortable with them. Her favorite sword however is a german rapier.

feels out of place in Storybrooke, makes an ill-thought out wish, ends up in the Enchanted Forrest and legit has a pirate adventure to get back home only to decide that she really likes pirating and it becomes her calling she may or may not have a cache of magic beans at her disposal thanks to a certain pirate she befriends on her journey

dates Ariel’s son at one point, it ends in heartbreak (not either of their fault’s though) and makes Beth afraid of the concept of True Love. (he might have or might have not died trying to save her)

may or may not wear a red great coat as part of her pirate uniform

legit becomes frenemies/rivals with Jim Hawkins/she may or may not have a thing or him she totally does

#anon #rose speaks #little pirates #beth jones #wes jones #harrison jones #spoilers I guess?#asks #answered #little pirates meta #ever after #ever after meta

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morelovelyandmoretemperate · 7 years

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All from A to Z :)

Oh my Lanta. Really? I mean, I’ll do it, but wowza. Thank you, anon. :D

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I’m not honestly a huge shipper. I prefer bromance to romance... if I HAD to pick a ship or two? Demitri/Anastasia from “Anastasia”, and Mr. Darcy/Elizabeth Bennet from “Pride and Prejudice”. Always get me every time.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Mmm... Spirk (Star Trek) and McKirk (Star Trek). Damnit, I didn’t want to get sucked into this hell hole, but here I am.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Sherlock/Anyone. I just don’t see romantic relationships there. I mean I can see how people get the Johnlock thing going, but honestly... I don’t ship him with anyone. Again, bromance before romance for this one.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Dean Winchester/Lisa (Supernatural). But that might be because that storyline was pretty weak.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

Some of you may well remember that there is a little known one-shot lurking out there inspired by @faragonart‘s Hiccup in Aperture Science drawings from... Jeez, like a year and a half ago? Not sure. But it’s out there. It’s cracky as hell.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Been in the Teen Titans fandom for... jeez uh... 13 years? Harry Potter is closely behind at 12.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Again, not super shippy. When I was a wee tot I adored Robin/Starfire on Teen Titans, but the older I got the more I was like “I just don’t see it.” I do love me some Harry/Ginny (Harry Potter).

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

Usually tv shows. Almost always. Sometimes movies. Rarely books.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Tumblr has turned me off of so many fandoms before I ever even saw the show, because I was sick of it before I ever got a chance to enjoy it, including but not limited to: Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, Voltron, Troll Hunters, Hannibal, etc.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

Supernatural. Honestly had no idea what it even was before I saw it on here, and then of course I got obsessed.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Ooohhh. Sherlock is one of my faves, just watching him become more.. human, is great. Jesse Pinkman and Walter White (Breaking Bad)... there are so MANY.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

John Winchester has a pleasant sounding voice when he isn’t screaming at his children? Does that count?

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls). I want to be her.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Jesse Pinkman character analysis and canon compliant Harry Potter learning to deal with his upbringing.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

“Reflecting Light” by Sam Phillips- Luke/Lorelai (Gilmore Girls)

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

I actually developed a relatively in depth baby bots AU for Portal in one of @faragonart‘s streams. The idea was more or less that in an effort to tame Glad0s, they scientists desperately tried to bring the human part of her (whatever was left of Caroline) back into control by appealing to her maternal instinct with android baby bots, creating first Virgil (who was too soft spoken and non-assertive, and brushed aside before being reassigned to maintenance) then Wheatley (who was too curious and outgoing, and caused her to become increasingly hostile against him to the point that his memory of it was wiped, and he was left with nothing more than an inherent fear of her), and finally having no choice but to bring in Caroline’s actual daughter: Chel. If anyone wants more than that, I have it all written down somewhere and I’ll hunt it down and share.

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

Ooooh. LOST. Too weird, my dudes. Far too weird. And Grey’s Anatomy.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Merlin/Arthur, Sherlock/John, Harry/Hermione, this is a looong list.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Hmm... alright, so @orhowfar and I were watching Anastasia a few weeks back and I went dark af and just proclaimed that I think Dimitri was abused by the staff of the palace. He very clearly gets manhandled rather aggressively on a fairly frequent basis, and his self esteem is virtually nothing. So we came up with this whole big thing where his favorite of the nobility was always Vlad, who had kind eyes and a big belly and would sneak him sweets when he assisted, and after helping the princess escape and being knocked unconscious (by a blow to the head from a gun which 100% broke his nose btw have you ever noticed?) He finds himself with nowhere to go. He runs into Vlad and there’s a moment of pure panic because Vlad knows how bad things are right then, but they both just nod, and wind up taking care of each other. Vlad becomes something of a father figure to Dimitri. He notices pretty early on that Dimitri doesn’t like contact unless he’s initiated it, something that carries over into adulthood, despite his best efforts, but it does get better. Vlad just makes sure to let Dimitri come to him as often as possible instead of reaching out first. Etc. etc. it was a LONG thing.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Hiccup’s hair looks the way it does because he won’t sit still for a haircut- he’s always off doing something or other- so his father will just randomly grab a handful of his hair and slice through it with his knife to keep it manageable. Hiccup barely notices until after Stoick’s death when his hair is suddenly longer than it’s been in years and then he remembers and ouch.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Merlin- self sacrificing, intelligent, lovable little dork with immense power.

Dean Winchester- self sacrificing, intelligent, lovable little dork with virtually no self esteem or self preservation skills.

Jesse Pinkman- self sacrificing, intelligent, lovable little dork with virtually no self esteem or self preservation skills who is far too broken and has seen far too much but is desperate for love.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

It varies... I related to Jesse Pinkman more than I probably should have but... given current circumstances.. yeah. I understand Lorelai Gilmore on a spiritual level as well.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

“Bad guy is reformed and becomes besties with the gang”. Get away from meeeeeeeee.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

One character slowly humanizes another through little acts of affection and teaching and both learn from the other and become best friends in the process.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

Hmmm... does The Office count? I see a lot of The Office second hand.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

They have never once cast a decent Dick Grayson (Batman) and let me tell you why because when a child is of Romani descent they are not some little pale white boy with dark hair. They have a very specific look and I have yet to see it. Not to mention they never pick the right body type. Dick is an acrobat first and foremost; he just learned to adapt that into a fighting style. He would not be some top heavy bulky af ripped dude with giant shoulders and biceps and thighs as wide as a tire, he’d be lean and wiry and small. He needs to be fast, be able to get and keep himself airborne, and fold into all sorts of weird shapes (the kid is basically a damn contortionist). He’s strong as hell, but it’s not just big ass muscles, it’s... *deep breath* he’s not the body type they keep casting. Furthermore, that kid is definitely his own special brand of damaged and I get very tired of seeing the “so sarcastic and carefree” attitude given to him in movies and tv shows, but I also can’t stand the other extreme: the cold, clinical, calculating, trying to be Batman nonsense. That’s not who he is. He’s smart and capable, and certainly can be serious, he’s been playing a part in public for most of his life, just as Bruce does, but he’s also very careful not to become what Bruce has... I could go on about this for a long time... @cinemamind, help me?

Thanks for the request, anon, sorry this is SO long...

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The actor "A Star Is Born" told Variety that the 2018 drama, written and directed by Alfonso Cuarón, was "great". Description of Netflix: Oscar winner Alfonso Cuarón delivers a vivid and moving portrait of a domestic worker's journey through the domestic and political unrest of the 1970s in Mexico. Leonardo DiCaprio said "Taxi Driver" is the "greatest independent film ever made". legend Leonardo DiCaprio is full of praise for the 1976 film. "The one who moved me the most was" Taxi Driver "," Titanic actor told film director Martin Scorsese during an episode of "Charlie Rose". He continued, "I remember watching him at 15 and being pierced by Travis Bickle because I was locked in this character, and I felt incredible empathy for him." DiCaprio continued to praise the film, calling "Taxi Driver" the "greatest independent film ever made". 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The "Superbad" actor and the "Wayne’s World" actor named the 1990 crime dama as one of their favorite movies. Hill told the Hollywood Foreign Press Association that he "must have this" on his list, and Lowe tweeted that the movie Scorsese was included in his review of his seven all-time favorite movies. Description of Netflix: Former gangster Henry Hill recounts his colorful but violent rise and fall in a New York criminal family - a high-speed dream turned into a paranoid nightmare. Hill also said that "Moonlight" is a "masterpiece". legend Jonah Hill said he likes "Moonlight". Hill included "Moonlight" on a list of 20 movie recommendations he gave GQ. He said, "Barry Jenkins has been literally the sickest director to go out in decades. He's a great genius. If you look at the circumstances in which this film was shot, the amount of money they had and the stress it was under, it's just a masterpiece. " Description of Netflix: In this acclaimed drama of adulthood, a young man who grows poor, black and gay in a rough neighborhood of Miami tries to find his place in the world. Josh Gad said "Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark" was one of his favorites. legend Josh Gad pointed out that the 1981 film was his favorite in the franchise. The actor "Frozen" tweeted that the 1981 adventure film directed by Steven Spielberg is one of his all time favorites. Gad, who has two daughters, even jokingly asked if 7 is too young so her kids can watch the movie. Description of Netflix: When Indiana Jones is hired by the government to locate the legendary Ark of the Covenant, he finds himself facing the entire Nazi regime. Elizabeth Olsen explained why she thinks "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Fate" is the best film in the Indiana Jones trilogy. legend Alberto E. Rodriguez / Getty Images; Lucasfilm, Ltd. The Marvel star said she was a fan of all Indiana Jones movies, but said "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Fate" was her favorite. "" Indiana Jones, "this trilogy that I just saw on a plane from a vacation I just took. I watched all three and" Temple of Doom "continues to convince me," Olsen told Rotten Tomatoes. She continued, “I know; generally people like "The Last Crusade", and there is a lot of love for "Raiders" because it's the original. But ‘Temple of Doom’ is just, to me, so funny and entertaining and fun. And the kid from "Goonies" - Hot Shot? Short turn. He's so funny, and I grew up with Goonies, but I prefer him over Indiana Jones. " Description of Netflix: Indiana Jones, her young sidekick and a spoiled songbird get more than they bargained for when they go to India in search of a missing magic stone. She also said that "First Wives Club" was a particularly important film throughout her life. legend Elizabeth Olsen said that she loved "First Wives Club" since she was a child. “I watched this movie on VHS every night before bed for maybe two years. I have always felt a very close relationship with middle-aged women. When I was in elementary school, I felt like I understood it. I don't know why, "she told Rotten Tomatoes. Olsen added: "It's three great, three great actresses, and the final song and the dance at the end, 'You Don't Own Me', was something Sarah Paulson and I recreated several times, filming 'Martha Marcy May Marlene. "It had a new meaning, all of a sudden." Description of Netflix: Following the suicide of a friend after her husband abandoned her for a younger model, three women plot against their exes twice. Olivia Munn shared that she watched "Groundhog Day" so often that it was "as if it were Groundhog Day". legend Olivia Munn said that she regularly watches the film. The Love Wedding Repeat actress said the 1993 film, starring Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell, was one of her all-time favorites in an interview with Rotten Tomatoes. “I watch this film as if it were Groundhog Day. I watch it all the time. It's so good. It's one of the best movies of all time, and it's so smart. Whenever I look at it, I just find different little things or think of something different. I mean, it was a film that, as we see on paper, can be difficult to make, but [Murray] is just such a brilliant actor and he's so adorable without being boring, and Andie MacDowell was so great in it, "said Munn. Description of Netflix: Sent to cover the annual groundhog ritual Punxsutawney Phil, a self-absorbed meteorologist on television mysteriously begins to live the same day again and again. Julianne Moore said that "Rosemary’s Baby" has the power to "take you cinematographically elsewhere." legend Julianne Moore spoke of her admiration for the 1968 film in the New York Times. “I think this is the most incredible example of female paranoia that exists. I mean, here is a woman who is trapped in a situation in which every figure of authority she turns to, every avenue she explores, turns against her. She finds her power not to overcome the horror of her situation but, in a way, to accept it, "said the actress" Still Alice "to the New York Times. She continued: “The work of the camera is extraordinary; the action is superb. It’s a cinema film. And this is just one of those films which, I don't know, take you cinematographically elsewhere. It's the kind of movies I like. " Description of Netflix: A woman is delighted to learn that she is pregnant. But as her belly grows, the more confident she becomes that her unborn child is in great danger. As for Joe Manganiello, the actor chose "The Shawshank Redemption". legend Joe Manganiello listed "The Shawshank Redemption" as one of his favorite movies. The actor from "Magic Mike" shared that the 1994 film, which starred Tim Robbins, Morgan Freeman and Bob Gunton, had entered his top seven list. Description of Netflix: Supervised for murder, honest banker Andy Dufresne begins a new life at Shawshank Prison and gradually forms a close bond with the older Red inmate. Taylor Swift revealed that the Netflix movie "Someone Great" inspired her song "Death by a Thousand Cuts". legend Taylor Swift explained the impact of the film on the song. When asked in May 2019 what his favorite movie was during a series of "hot questions" on "The Ellen DeGeneres Show", Swift chose "Someone Great" from Netflix. The answer turned out to be an Easter egg for "Death by a Thousand Cuts", which is featured on the singer's seventh album "Lover". After the album was released, Swift said the 2019 comedy helped her write the breakup song. The director of the film, Jennifer Kaytin Robinson, then shared this 1989 album by Swift "which inspired me and" Someone Great "." After learning Robinson's appreciation for his album, Swift told Elvis Duran: "I just wrote a song based on something she did, she did while listening to something I done, which is the most meta thing that has ever happened to me. " Description of Netflix: In the aftermath of a blind break, music journalist Jenny is preparing for a new start - and a final adventure with her closest friends. Rian Johnson said that "Raging Bulls" is one of the movies that defines him. legend Rian Johnson has included "Raging Bulls" in his list of films that have influenced him. The director of "Knives Out" included the 1980 film, with Robert De Niro and Joe Pesci, on his list of four films that define him on Twitter. "Wait however, if these defined me, I would be a pretty messed up person, can we use another word?" Johnson joked, referring to his choices of "Brazil", "Ghostbusters" and "8 1/2". Description of Netflix: This grainy biopic of brutal boxer Jake LaMotta depicts a tormented soul rising to the top of his sport, only to be defeated by his demons. Gabrielle Union listed “Bad Boys II” as one of her favorite movies. legend Gabrielle Union tweeted about the 2003 movies. For her list of four films that define her, the actress of "Bring It On" chose the 2003 film, which stars Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, Description of Netflix: Miami cops Mike Lowrey and Marcus Burnett return to investigate a Cuban cartel as ecstasy enters Florida in the midst of a mob war and internal strife. Ross Lynch explained that "the theory of everything" made him "enjoy life". legend Ross Lynch said that "The Theory of Everything" made his list of favorite movies. “It was also a film that struck me quite hard. "The theory of everything." I like what she says about life, "he told Rotten Tomatoes. Lynch added, "It made me appreciate life, about everything. In the end, I think these are some of my favorite movies, where you leave the theater, you sit back and you want to be a better person, or you want to enjoy life more. " Description of Netflix: As his self-esteem grows in the physical world, Stephen Hawking's body is ravaged by ALS, forcing his growing dependence on his devoted wife, Jane. He also said he liked "About Time" and called it "uplifting film." legend The singer also said he liked "About Time". "I'm still debating whether or not I want this on my list, but have you ever seen 'About Time' with Domhnall Gleeson? Same thing. An uplifting film," said the singer during a interview with Rotten Tomatoes. Lynch continued, "Makes you appreciate the time you have." 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The Ultimaverse Presents: Monsters #1

Foster City. The Dock Marketplace. 4:45 AM.

A shrouded man walks through the bustling crowds. He’s surrounded by smugglers, thieves, and killers. If he had any other choice, he would not be here, but his summoning was crucial. His name is Garth, and to keep attention away from himself, he is covered by a thick cloak that blocks any prying eyes from seeing his face, and even worse, the creature that constantly grasps for control. Garth starts to mumble to himself.

“You better stay under wraps, Grim. If you were to be let loose-“

A voice, which sounds like it scarfs cigars on the daily like they were tic-tac’s, yet is still deep and demonic, cuts him off, “then about 500 of America’s most wanted would be wiped off the face of the Earth. Not seeing the downside, Gar.”

“The fact that you seem to have no problem with a massacre still disturbs me…” his voice transforms into a whisper, “… even though at this point I should be used to it.”

The vagrant walks to a nearby stand, which houses a tall, powerful looking red headed woman, though her hair is mostly buzzed, and the hair that is left is spiked up into a faux-hawk. She stands and looks down Garth. Two words cross her shocked lips, “you’re alive..!”

“You sound surprised. I don’t die easily.”

Before she says anything else, the woman hugs her best friend in the entire universe. Her name is Roxane, and she is known as the Seraphim, mainly because she’s as graceful (and as hard to kill) as an angel. Slowly, she pulls away, but she picks up Garth single handedly like he was a paper bag and puts him inside the stand.

He asks her, “Why did we have to meet here? In the anus of Foster City’s criminal underground?”

“I can’t exactly just meet you at a coffee shop. Not with your track record. Even if being around the scum of this city infuriates me to no end…” she shakes off the homicidal thoughts that enter her brain, “at least they have respect for their common criminals. It’s unlikely someone here will rat you out.”

“It’s getting worse, Roxy. Grim is pulling at my mind more and more, and I’m afraid of what will happen if I let my defenses down for even a second…”

The warrior looks at her partner and holds him. He looks up at her, his eyes widened with terror.

“I’m afraid. More afraid then when… I…”

Twenty Years earlier. Las Vegas, Nevada. A quiet neighborhood. 11:00 AM.

A young seven year old blonde haired girl in a pink dress with flower insignias all over it skips down the peaceful and lovely streets of her neighborhood towards a nearby apartment complex. After going inside, she walks down the parking lot towards her friend, Gar, and his home. She politely rings the doorbell and squeezes a box in her arms. A present for her bestie.

As she waits, she suddenly hears noises from inside the apartment. Horrible noises. Loud crashes, screaming, and walls being slashes by blades. Frightened, a young Roxane backs away from the door. At that moment, someone is thrown into the door, and it falls over. She looks at her blood soaked dandelion colored shoes, which are nearby the head of a very dead man. The father of Garth, who’s neck has been snapped so his head is completely backwards.

The girl looks up, seeing a giant monster approach her. It’s easily three times larger than her, with a spine that juts out of his back. Each of his hands have claws that are like short swords, while his teeth are huge fangs that could bite through steel and live to tell about it. But worst of all are the eyes. Roxane’s mother is a gypsy, and she would always tell her, “The eyes reflect who you truly are.”

At this moment, she’s staring into the eyes of the beast before her, and all she sees is pure, unbridled, unadulterated, and full on death, carnage, misery, and most of all; anger. The creature raises his titanic hand to kill her, but Roxane holds up the box she brought for Garth. Surprised by this, the thing takes the box and tears open the top, revealing a cute and cuddly teddy bear inside. It has baby blue fur, heart shaped eyes, and a pink clover on its tummy.

The clover. Garth’s favorite plant.

At a pace that can only be described as agonizingly slowly, the beast reverts into what it once was. On the floor is Garth, kneeling in a puddle of his parents’ blood. The kid is only six years old, and he looks up at Roxane, mouthing to her, “Help me…”

The Present.

Roxane cradles the broken and frightened man. She shushes him and rubs his head, “it’s going to be okay. Grim will never take control. Not while I’m still sucking down oxygen.”

He starts to sniffle, but he holds back tears. He’s spent too long crying. It’s beginning to hurt his eyes.

“I’ve been getting better at controlling him… I even saved a bunch of people-“

One Week Earlier.

A woman wakes up from her slumber. How she got into it, she can’t remember, but she suddenly realizes where she is. She finds herself pushed up against a desk that threatens to lose its grip on the slanting floor. The building’s windows have been torn open by a man calling himself “Chancellor”. He’s a meta-human who’s super into theatrics, constantly wearing a huge Dracula cape and purple robes with a stylized domino mask, but what’s important is his power; illusions.

By making a nearby crane operator see thousands of bees attack him at once, he has sent that crane into the building, putting a giant hole into it.

Chancellor floats to the floor that has been broken into and begins passing by the people. Most of them are unconscious because of his secondary power to make people fall asleep, but for some reason Ruby Rend has not been effected by the man.

The Russian business woman hides behind her desk and slowly moves up the desks, avoiding the gaze of Chancellor, whose busy lifting wallets. She gets closer and closer, eventually being so close that she’s within pissing distance of the man. At that moment, she tackles him.

Unprepared, he falls, and the two lose their grip on the floor and slide down to the hole in the window. Chancellor yells, “are you INSANE?! I can’t fly, and I doubt you can either!”

He tries to punch her, but his form is so sloppy that Ruby easily ducks her head and uppercuts him in the chin. Before they reach the open window, Chancellor’s cape is caught on a desk and they’re suddenly stopped, Ruby holding onto the villain’s leg as she dangles over the edge.

She screams in pain as her arm is pulled, but due to how much time she spends on her upper body, she quickly gets over it. The woman looks at Chancellor, “pull me up.”

“What? I-I don’t even have the strength! ‘Sides, why should I?!”

He tries to sound threatening, but it’s so toothless that she just smirks.

“You don’t have the guts to not save me. You’re a con-artist and a kleptomaniac, not a killer like Stryker or some other assassin.”

Chancellor looks away, but begrudgingly agrees and holds out his arm to help her up. She reaches up to take it, but her moment of relief is fleeting, as his cape rips and the two fall out of the building.

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The Importance of Mythology Today By: Hayley Townsend April 10, 2017 Mrs. Tallardy, Block 3 From names, to the basics of the solar system, and especially in school courses, mythology is a common theme that has never truly lost its meaning. Greek and Roman mythology are some of the most common pieces of history that involves mythology, though there were other forms as well- most typically think of mythology as the Greeks. Other forms of myths stem from the Egyptians, American Indians, and Scandinavian, though almost every culture has some sort of mythological lifestyle in their history. There are even forms of Christian Mythology. Modern day stories tend to hook in the younger generations in either movies or books, helping children get more excited about a piece of history which has involved most of human nature. The Greek myth starts with nothingness- no life or substance. This was due to Chaos, who was in control of the universe and everything inside of it’s endless space. From Chaos came the Titans- and after the first two generations of Titans came the Greek gods. The Greek gods caused everything that existed in the world. For thousands of years, people have associated objects in the sky, the universe, and everyday items in our own household has linked to the Gods, Titans, Empresses and so forth. The word Mythology itself stems from the Greeks, who hold the most popular mythological tales. It comes from the Greek word ‘mythos’ for story-of-the-people (Mythology- Ancient History Encyclopedia). People might not follow every tale and myth as intensely as they were when they were originally written, though subconsciously people tend to involve mythology in their lives. Mythology, while not obvious, is present in today’s society more habitually than it is given credit for. Alongside the Christian Bible, the Greek and Roman’s myth is one of the most alluded to topics or pieces of literature in modern day writing. It has extensive influence on the arts and literature since 700 BC when the first written piece of written knowledge of Greek mythology came to be. Not taking into account of fictional series’ based on myth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Harry Potter, etcetera), it is easily found in pieces of literature nearly everywhere. The most famous poems and poets are referenced often, including but not limited to most of Homer’s work- especially the Odyssey. Homer himself alludes to other pieces of work- though that was a historical time. The famous author Plato is also a very common name in Greek Mythology and storytelling, though not much information has been collected about Plato himself. Researchers have evidence of his works, but not the author himself. Alongside Plato and Homer is Sophocles, who wrote 123 plays in the duration of his writing career, though according to an article about Mythology’s importance, “Sophocles was a tragedian and came up with famous tragedies like Oedipus, the King and Electra, and Antigone. Of his 123 plays, only 7 survived intact”(Milleff). These timeless authors manage to have their works stored through history, and despite being written thousands of years ago, still have relevance to today’s literature and writing. Common phrases and figures linked to mythology make it’s way into literature, and in regular human nature events. Authors, poets and artists from the beginning of mythology until today have often included supernatural entities, beings, and actions into their writing. Some do not even recognize the mythology in their own writing, considering the pieces of historical myths that are part of a common culture around the world by now. Though, it is rare for an author to not put in details from history on purpose, there are times where a figure or saying has simply became common enough to be referenced. For example, Cupid, a character often portrayed as a baby or young adolescent that had originated from Greek Eros and Roman Armor. Cupid in reality was pictured to have fallen in love with Psyche, and had a child named Pleasure. (Shakespeare’s Myths : Cupid). Cupid is blind and has fallen victim to love, making himself the star of Valentine's Day. Though Valentine’s Day is celebrated for Saint Valentine, it is mostly an ancient Roman and Christian holiday, having stemmed from mythology. Another example would include an “achilles heel” which stems from when the Greek character Achilles dipped into the river Styx to give himself the most powerful strength he could have- and when he dipped in, he had to focus on one single weak point for himself- his heel. Sometimes the Achilles Heel stands for someone who have a physical weakness, others with an emotional or mental weakness. The Trojan Horse is a common phrase in the English language as well, stemming from the story of the Trojan Horse being placed in a village the Greeks had been at war with, the horse being filled with soldiers there to assist in a battle. Since the tales of mythology are seemingly never-ending, it is unlikely to run low on ideas to surround mythology. Greek mythology in particular stemmed from the dark ages, which heavily influenced writing and cultures around the time it came to be. With the endless tales and cultures, mythology seems to truly be immortal. Taking into consideration that these myths have been transfigured into more child-friendly versions of themselves, the impact is still there. Every person has came from somewhere with a specific culture and ancestry that includes Mythology. The Greeks have Greek Gods, Italians, especially the Romans have Catholicism and Roman Mythology. Egyptians, Native Americans, Germans, Chinese and European cultures all follow a piece of supernatural occurrences that follow ancient myths through time that links up to who they are today. Though, to understand one’s mythological ancestry, it’s key to understand what a myth is. A myth is a traditional story, which typically dates back through history to a long time before the modern day story, some of which have lost meaning or have been proven false, and usually represented through a supernatural being or occurrence. Those who follow Christianity can follow the myths of prophets and disciples. It is told that Moses had held out a staff and the Red Sea had been parted by God. This being a story carried through history of the Bible and told through church groups, it is a supernatural event with a being that is quite supernatural itself, though cannot be proven either right nor wrong, and will have endless meaning through the tellings of the Bible and Christians. The definition of a myth can be complex by who perceives it. To scientifically inclined people, a myth is a simple valueless story, who were failed scientific reasoning for pieces of the world’s natural events. Myth is universal language, whether one believes the myth or not. To a person who would never step foot in any church or religious place of worship, myths are hidden in movies such as Spiderman and Star Wars and Lord of the Rings. “They share vicariously in the hero’s quest and go through a cathartic transformation. They follow the hero as he makes his moral choices and so decide (even unconsciously) that they live in a moral universe” (Longenecker). Longenecker in his piece had gone on about the importance to mythology to today, and how it’s growing in popularity as the “irreligious” age of people come to the surface of discovering mythology. According to the writer of the article, myth certainly does matter and make a presence into the world today. He explains how the examples set on watchers how to contain and prove their morals. More direct mythology based movies would include Disney’s Hercules, Clash of the Titans, and Thor. The influence is obvious in the movie telling format. Hercules and Class of the Titans stem from Greek Mythology, and the story of the demi-god Hercules while the Titans were some of the original powerful beings in the history of Greek Mythology. Thor stems from Norse Mythology, which is the tale of the Vikings and carried through classic superhero formatted films. These films are all widely popular and have all hit the box office with a large number of viewers, telling the tales that once were. Hercules is a story that carries through history- the story of a young demi-god facing every issue Hades had thrown at him, unaware at first of the powers he had been born with due to his father Zeus as he discovers his true life. These mythological stories otherwise would have not been told if not for the carried out stories, epic poems and tales. Despite the influences on modern day literature and movies, some people still believe that the art of mythology does not matter and that it should not be taught at all. Mainly religious families, along with those with little care for the specific piece of history. The debate of whether mythology should be taught at all in schools in a popular topic today. Many families who grew up in a religious household believe that teaching their children another form of religion may influence them in ways they do not wish for. Some families do not agree with teaching other children about the history and mythology of Judaism, Greek mythology, the Romans, and the history of Islam, no matter their influence on cultural literacy. “The more we argue the unimportance of cultural literacy among the general populace, the more we relegate the possession of this knowledge to the province of a socio-economic elite, thereby contributing to a hardening of social stratification and a lessening of social mobility” (Cultural Literacy). According to the author, he says that debating the subject of importance is unnecessary and only drives people further apart. The social posession behind knowledge is irrelevant when the “social mobility” drastically declines through the debate. Though the social mobility may decrease through debating such topics, this does not mean that the art of mythology is any less useful. It depends on who and what someone’s belief and lifestyle is. In today’s society, it is often forgotten how the presence of history affects everyone. Everyday manners change from person to person based on the tales that came from everyone’s ancestor’s timeline. While every living being has an ancestry that includes their own mythology, it is not always recognized as history as much as it is recognized as common day actions. Looking into the past, it is quite simple to find where habits and beliefs came from, alongside those figures that no one thought twice about when it is depicted into today’s world and actions. Though, mythology doesn’t quite get the credit it deserves for the presence into today’s world, the references are hidden into literature, traditions, and holidays. Works Cited Intercollegiate Studies Institute3901 Centerville Road, Wilmington, DE 19807 • Is a 501(c)(3) Organization under the Internal Revenue Code. ContactPrivacyTerms of Use. "Why Myth Matters." Intercollegiate Studies Institute: Educating for Liberty. N.p., 19 Jan. 2016. Web. 14 Mar. 2017. https://home.isi.org/why-myth-matters Jr, Bryan N Griffin, and March 2017. "Why Mythology Is Still Important Today." Parma Observer. Parma Observer, 2017. Web. 14 Mar. 2017. http://www.parmaobserver.com/read/2013/02/01/why-mythology-is-still-important -today “A Dictionary of Shakespeare's Classical Mythology.” Shakmyth.org, www.shakmyth.org/myth/70/cupid. Accessed 27 Mar. 2017. Went To Graduate School During The Height Of The Culture, et al. “Cultural Literacy: Is It Time to Revisit the Debate?” Cultural Literacy: Is It Time to Revisit the Debate?, Accessed 5 Apr. 2017. http://www.nea.org/assets/docs/HE/TA09CulturalLiteracy.pdf Mileff, Geri. "Why Ancient Greek Mythology Is Still Relevant Today." Owlcation. Owlcation, 08 June 2016. Web. 13 Mar. 2017. https://owlcation.com/humanities/Why-Ancient-Greek-Mythology-is-Still-Relevant-Today User, Super. “Why Myth Matters.” Catholic Education Resource Center, www.catholiceducation.org/en/education/catholic-contributions/why-myth-matters.html Accessed 9 Apr. 2017.

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