Ooh love I've got a question! 💜

What's your opinion on an Icarus and Apollo themed fic with a certain artistic member of skz where reader is Icarus? (I've got too many wips 🥲but IM DOING THIS AFTER I FINISH MY CURRENT WIP🥰)

oh gosh, you really know me too well >< this actually sounds so pretty and so heartbreaking. please, please do tag me when you post it!! i’d love to proof read too if necessary :)

also very unrelated but i’m loving the siren theme you’ve got going on now. ironically enough, i think a siren fic could also be executed the same way icarus and apollo would… 🤔

Conversation with Anne Rice on Blood and Gold

Q: Blood & Gold is your eighteenth novel about the vampires. Do you find it difficult to work within the narrative framework established by earlier stories?

A: Actually, it's a challenge, a real dare. The Vampire Chronicles vary radically in form. Some are tales told to others. Some are written memoirs. Some involve vampires talking directly to us. I feel there is enough flexibility for me to do just about anything that I want. In Queen of the Damned, for example, I worked with whole chapters in the third person, claiming that the Vampire Lestat received the material telepathically from his soul mates and passed it on to us in that form. But for the most part I stick with the heat and intimacy of the first person voice because I love it, along with its obvious drawbacks, and I feel most at home with the puzzles it presents. How do you make a first person narrator handsome and lovable, for instance. I feel I meet that dare all the time.

Q: Do you view your novels as stand alone entities? Will new readers enjoy Blood & Gold even if they are not familiar with your backlist?

A: Absolutely. Each Vampire Chronicle is a stand-alone book. There is enough information in it to make any first-time reader comfortable immediately, and perhaps a little curious about the other books. Blood & Gold is no exception. If anything, Blood & Gold is a bit easier for the first-time reader than, say, The Vampire Armand because Marius is two thousand years old and he begins his memoir in the year 200 AD and follows his own lonely and stark path through the centuries. His great loves, his great losses, his great revelations are all described in rich detail, right up to the point where he becomes the mentor to the Vampire Lestat, sharing the secrets of Those Who Must Be Kept with Lestat, and eventually suffering when Lestat reveals those secrets to the world. But for the new reader it ought to flow easily. The focus is really on Marius himself and his approach to history as well as his existence as a blood drinker and a myth maker.

Q: Marius, Lestat's beloved mentor, appears in your novels The Vampire Lestat, The Vampire Armand, and The Queen of the Damned. What inspired you to write his story?

A: I was reading through The Queen of the Damned and I felt a new contact with Marius and with the anger he suffered when Akasha, the Queen of the Vampires, rose from her four thousand year slumber and more or less contemptuously deserted him. I felt it was time to go deep into Marius and tell his tale from the beginning?omehow explain the type of love he had felt for Akasha which was really warmer than worship. I knew it would be difficult to live up to the high standard I had set for Marius' character in the Chronicles and I was exhilarated by it. Marius is the noble Roman, the ethical man of reason, the diplomat, and the undying optimist. I had to get into all that. I felt ready for it. Also, I think I felt challenged by the fact that Warner's was making The Queen of the Damned into a movie. I wanted to tell Marius' story before they delivered their version of Marius to motion picture audiences. No matter how detached I try to be from motion pictures of my work, they ultimately affect me.

Q: Marius lives through many periods and in many countries. Which era of Marius' life did you find most seductive? Which did you most enjoy researching?

A: The Italian Renaissance was my favorite period of Marius' life, a time during which Marius became a person in the mortal world, a rich Venetian gentleman who paints the walls of his palazzo for his own pleasure, an enigma to those around him. I did a ton of research on the period to make everything as nearly correct as I could. I also enjoyed researching ancient Rome, the Rome of 200 to 50 AD, during which time Marius saw Christianity become the legal religion of the Empire, and also the barbarian sack of the Eternal City itself, a disaster that sent Marius into a long slumber in the shrine of Those Who Must Be Kept from which he didn't want to wake again to reality. There again, I consult volumes. I had so many books around me when I wrote that sometimes I couldn't escape from my computer. I had to climb over piles of books. I was stumbling. One day I called my research assistant, Scott, on the phone and begged him to come upstairs and help me find a book that was somewhere at my feet but which I couldn't find without an archaeological dig. Of course it was all wonderful fun. I want my vampires to move through real history, not some airy realm of half-truths and mistakes and vague generalities. I want the facts, the smells, the colors, the names, and the dates. When Marius meets Botticelli in Florence, I used Botticelli's correct street address in so as far as history records it.

Q: In Blood & Gold, Marius paints and repaints murals, and his companion Daniel, the interviewer from Interview with the Vampire, creates acres of model cities. What is the role of art in the lives of vampires?

A: Vampires are hyper-sensitive to art. They see color and form with the heightened vision of the perpetually stoned. Art can seduce them as the model cities have seduced the boy, Daniel, who doesn't know yet how to handle his obsessions. Art can also save them because it offers a continuity that life itself may not offer to a human being. As time passes, brutally deteriorating everything meaningful to a soul, art endures, and grows ever richer and more evocative with the passage of time, so that it comes to seem prophetic in retrospect, or at least timeless in the finest sense of the word. Throughout the Vampire Chronicles, art has been key. But Marius laments that though he has lived fourteen hundred years, he cannot create art to rival that of Botticelli. He falls in love with the man and must separate himself from the man lest he hurt Botticelli and thereby affect Botticelli's destiny. Maharet, the ancient one, weaving her red hair into a thread and that thread into chains, is in a sort of thrall as well, much like that of Daniel with his model cities. Weaving comforts Maharet. Marius at various stages in his long life is comforted by nothing.

Q: How does humor work in your narratives?

A: Humor is spontaneous with me. It just happens and I don't try to repress it. I have a wild sense of humor and sometimes I have to avoid the satirical side of what I am writing. I have to not sacrifice the finer feeling to the humor of the moment. But in general I let my humor come out with certain characters more than other. Lestat, for example, has a profound sense of humor and a blasphemous sense of humor. Marius is more serious, and more tragic.

Q: Marius believes that anger is weakness. Do you believe this?

A: Yes, I believe that anger is weakness. Marius is one of those characters who for the most part expresses ideas which are mine. I couldn't have an in-depth relationship with Marius if he didn't express my ideas, and I do feel that anger distorts, weakens, and warps. You have to reach beyond anger for a finer sense of a situation before you respond, or make a move. Marius has a terrible temper and so do I. Marius ruins two moments of his life with anger, and possibly even more. But I don't want to give away the plot.

Q: Memory is crucial for vampires, who are immortal. How is memory important for us mortals?

A: Memory is essential to the attaining of wisdom. There is no wisdom without memory, because there can be no perspective and no deep learning without memory. One has to profit by experience and observation in order to become wise, and memory is the keeper of all fine experiences and observations, memory is the index, the table of contents, the full library. Without memory, one runs the risk of being simplistic and flippant.

Q: Can you give us an update on the progress of film and television projects of your work?

A: For once, there is much to report. A mini-series based on The Feast of All Saints will appear on Showtime in November. After that it will appear on ABC. It will be four hours, and spread over two nights. I've seen it and I think it's lush and sensuous and very faithful to the book, and that readers will love it. It's top notch, and Showtime has spared no expense. I visited the set when they were shooting. I was rocked. John Wilder, the scriptwriter and executive producer, did a fantastic job of adapting the book to the four-hour format.

The Queen of the Damned, a feature film based on The Queen of the Damned and The Vampire Lestat, is scheduled for release by Warner Brothers on February 15, 2002. I have not seen it, but it does seem to be engendering considerable excitement. Stuart Townsend, the young Englishman who plays Lestat, is very appealing and a very fine actor. There are other impressive names in the cast.

We are presently in negotiations with regard to "Earth Angels," a new series that we are developing for television, about a group of big-city based angels who work undercover on earth to fight supernatural evil in all its forms. The series is based on an original concept created by me. I'm extremely excited about it.

We're also in negotiations with a producer and a network with regard to making a long miniseries out of The Witching Hour, Lasher, and Taltos. The present discussion involves a plan for 12 hours of TV time. I'm very excited here as well. I like everyone as well, and want for John Wilder to do the script. I feel that after what he did with The Feast of All Saints, he can do a bang-up job.

I'm also happy to report that Ramses the Damned (The Mummy) is also in development. It's owned by James Cameron, and a new screenwriter was recently hired. I've spoken with her and found her pleasant. Again, I've got high hopes.

rise: ch. v

//- A Medieval AU with the help of Anne who always encourages my muse to no end.

Chapter Summary: One of a few story arcs. The first one! The Demon Widow approaches Saint Johann, and she’s just not feelin’ it anymore. Enjoy!

Chapter Word Count: 1,742

Previous Chapters: Prologue - One - Two - Three - Four

Tagging: @cptsteven @blackberrywidow​ ( message / ask to get tagged! )

Ravens were perceived as harborers of every malady known to man, countless eons cementing every rumor and myth into place without recourse. The wake of every known tragedy rode on oil slick feathers, and yet their more prominent traits were forcefully ignored. Cleverness unmatched with intelligence to round out rough edges of an animal psyche, ravens were the masters of their own realms. Trickery and survival both intertwined beautifully to allow ravens an allotment in life unparalleled. It was this mastery of wits that proved to be integral to a plan in its lifelong journey to reality. One lone raven would change the course of history and lives through its own honed instincts and uncanny connection to an Instrument no more. Faith was displaced, the sliver of light within, precious in its scarcity, turned from the heavens above and onto oneself. Faith would begin in the actions and convictions of an enlightened being, held before an audience unknowingly. It would be now that the Widow Demon would become known.

The fire had started in simplicity, the obsidian bird having spent years upon years building tinder within the walls of the newly renowned Saint Johann. A man of the cloth in which God Himself spoke freely through, yet so few knew just how much of a fantasy that was. All it took was one push, one thought of sentience and deviation, and a kingdom hidden in the shadows of hulking monoliths would crumble as a leader fell. Natalia would see to it personally, though not for sentimental reasons. It was not for the death of her mother or her stolen life. It was not for the exile of Matthias or the killing of so many innocents. It was proof that the evil of man would become it’s own undoing through fundamentals and deadly flaws.

All it took was one push.

The moonless night brought a thick veil of the unknown to even the most open of areas, needing candlelight to grant safe passage even among the well known. But those who operated and dwelled within the seeping darkness would find their advantages heavy in this night. The Widow preferred to live this way, keeping eyes off herself in order to maintain an illusion of an enigma. She was meant to be a mystery, people doubting her very existence until her supposed wrath rained down upon them. Her reputation had been bolstered in the doubt of truth in her abilities. No one could be that good. No one could be that deadly. Rumors would be confirmed, just as she entered Saint Johann’s Cathedral, where he ruled over the low layers of society. His power was creeping towards the sun, and there was little standing in his way.

“My young Sister!” Johann bellowed from the altar, cheerful glee spreading a smile too wide upon his aging features. “I was having doubts of whether or not you were able to wash the sins of the Blind Nomad or not.” Natalia’s stride didn’t stop as she pressed forward down the center aisle. “Tell me, did you procure the Scripture?”

His question drew pause to her advance, finding it unnecessary to glance about her. It was easy to assume there were lesser Instruments surrounding her, all eager to make a name for themselves by tearing down the Widow Demon piece by piece. Johann was trying to read her as an exercise in futility. Natalia’s indifference ran through to the very core of her being, allowing so little to be gained at face value. It was unwittingly one of her most invaluable traits.

“Yes,” she answered firmly. Adrenaline was beginning its slow release into her system, causing hyper awareness to envelope her completely. The doors closed behind her, and the trap was set. It wouldn’t have mattered what she had done in those cold mountains. Her fate was sealed by the Hand of God’s own mercenary. Johann beckoned her forward, skeletal fingers curling before him, yet she remained steadfast in her unmoving ways.

“Bring it here, my darling.” The eagerness glistened like lamp oil in his beady eyes, hunger causing thoughts to salivate over the mere idea of finally obtaining that which should’ve been burnt ages ago and buried with the ideals of their forefathers. Hands remained loose despite the buzzing just beneath the surface.

“No.”

A glimpse was caught among the sudden flurry of darkly stained robes and sharpened steel, of Johann retreating to those secret chambers dreaded. So many Instruments had been added the ranks, most of which weren’t of the Three Bloodlines, and they all descended upon her with blind faith in a man who was no more than just that. The following felt too familiar, these sheep thinking they could take down someone with such a natural edge. The fundamental understanding of weaknesses and precision was not something to be taught, but something given. Natalia could only grant herself an instant of relief in the knowledge that Ivan resided at his manor and not the Cathedral like every individual she proceeded to slay.

In her own deceit and betrayal, the Widow Demon died away, forfeiting tenure and reputation with each Instrument falling by her hand. Specks of blood repainted natural freckles along her stoic features, exertion slow to rise as she cut down the masses who had strived to become a fraction of what she’d made of herself. This was not Ivan’s doing, but her own determination and strength that pushed her to stand upon hallowed ground. They were beneath her, and in this act of savage rebellion, it came to stand in bronze.

Fire began to lick up the tapestries and parchments adorning the walls, flames spreading within the infrastructure to burst forth with so little to stop it. Her raven, her guide, her true speaker of destiny. He had given the spark to bring this crashing down in an elegance to match her own grace. The deadly dance that only she could choreograph in brutal grace and ruthless finality was left unaffected by the volatile nature of the spreading fire. In order to get to those chambers, to the one she knew he retreated to, she must cut her way through pitiful emulations of herself. These fallen copies were innocent in their own right, the only sin they held was that of mistrust.

She had to work quickly as to ascertain safe passage out of the symbolized crumbling of an empire born of mankind’s evil. It didn’t matter now, how many she left alive or barely clinging to consciousness. Johann was where her fate lied, and the Widow made quick work of moving into the series of chambers stowed away behind the altar. Though she claimed to be the best, numbers had not left her unscathed yet the razor focus she now held was keeping frivolous things such as pain away from the forefront of her attention. Repercussions for this necessary deed would be contemplated at a later date, though Natalia was aware of the immediate reactions to her betrayal.

Steeped in the blood of her brothers, she pressed on with emerald eyes searching out every corner and turn to find the King of Liars. It would be in his own bed chambers she found him, attempting to stow away what few treasures he thought highly of. Materials that were given as offerings in the time of worship were selfishly taken as spoils of spiritual war, painting Johann’s privacy in decadent tones of gold and velvet. Three paces forward, and a blade had already pierced through him, her form pinning him to the floor to allow her to loom overhead with unrelenting fury burning as brightly as the cathedral itself. Crimson sputtered from his thin lips, disbelief shaping his face into something befitting that of a caught thief.

“N-Natalia...my- my sister.” The sound of her name slipping off his dying tongue forced the blade in further, her split lip curling into a heavy snarl so rarely seen by those surrounding her.

“Twist the name of God in your favor, Johann, and He will surely smite thee in time.” The dark voice she used was gritted with a proclamation itching to burst forth. “Did you not think you would fall prey to his wrathful ways? There are no exceptions, Demon.” The moniker so easily used on the Instruments was now turned upon himself, and the rebuttal was laced with anger as energy crumbled from the man beneath her.

“I am no Demon. I s-see your lies, y-you heathen! D-Daughter of a whore, I-I should’ve killed you w-with her.” The true colors of the archbishop were shining through, thick like tar and rancid in its show in the fire’s light. A small smile began to accompany the snarl on the Widow’s scarred facade, finding humor in the dying man’s words.

“You are no Demon,” she agreed. “You are The Destroyer himself, dear Brother. Tell me, Fallen One, if it is God who holds your fate in his hand, how is it that I hold it now?” Silence between the two was filled with the inferno pressing on beyond the chambers. Time was ticking away without mercy, yet Natalia couldn’t pull herself away from this moment, finding too much pleasure taken in the sinful decree of murder. Speechlessness from Johann was sipped upon much like an oasis in a never ending desert. This triumph would affirm her own past actions justified in more ways than one. Blood of the Lamb would be washed from her soul in the eradication of evil in His eyes. And yet”

“Look upon me, Johann,” she whispered, leaning down to become the only thing he could see. The light was dwindling in ice cold eyes glaring up at her, weight pressed further upon the weapon of his destruction, the length of it having now sliced clean through his chest. “I am not the Widow Demon. I am not your Instrument. I am not of your flock.”

Johann slipped into purgatory upon Natalia’s parting words, falling from her lips with unshakable conviction.

“I am God, Johann, and I have judged you unfit for my precious gift of life.”

O Holy Mother in Heaven, I beseech thee. Praised be unto the God Widow, for her wrath is swift and unending. Guide me, Mother, and I will follow the shadowed footsteps through the valleys and mountains.

O God Widow, I worship thee.

Look upon me, and tremble in sight of the God Widow.

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So Paint Me A Picture

I made it my mission to sort through all my whole computer with the purpose of cleaning it out, and I found a bunch of old fics, this is a Vision x reader. It’s incomplete, but its pretty good..

Word count : 2727

Vision X Reader

Y/N didn't mind repainting her room. It was a task she quite anticipated, actually. The combination of menial labor, free artistic reign, and repetitive technique was an exciting prospect, appealing to all of her admittedly scattered interests. Before she could get to work, however, she needed to disarm the many traps she had set with the intention of discouraging intruders. At first, she thought that would be easy. *'Just set them all off at a distance,'* she thought, and that plan of attack worked. At first, anyway. On the second-to-last trap, she made the mistake of backing into the wall behind her. A sudden, metallic snap ripped a startled squeal from her, and her reflexive leap to the side was thwarted by the snare into which she had inadvertently stumbled. It took a second for her to realize her mistake, blaringly obvious in retrospect. She sighed, a strange, entirely unwelcome combination of annoyance, disbelief, and resignation settling over her as she forced her gaze to her lower left arm, which was locked inside of a metal cast.  "Oh, shit!" she groaned loudly. She struggled with the contraption for a moment, but gave up quickly, knowing full well that any attempt to escape this thing without power tools, space-time warping technology, or very heavy firepower was a pointless, futile endeavor. This was her handiwork, and she knew better than anyone else that it wouldn't open without some extreme persuasion. She stood still for a second, mind racing as she tried desperately to come up with a way to free herself without calling for help. The last thing she needed was stories of this incident circulating, or, worse, pictures, videos...   Unfortunately, her brainstorming session left her with little more than a headache and a pre-emptive sense of near crippling embarrassment. *Okay,* Y/N thought, forcing herself to keep some semblance of composure. *I'll just call Robert.* Robert Porter, her carpenter buddy, frequently let her use his tools, (and whatever else she wanted to use). All she had to do was ask. More importantly, he would keep her confidence if she requested. No photographic evidence of this blunder, no mortifying footage to haunt her for the next few decades, no stories that could all too easily translate into mediocre urban legend or ludicrous, over exaggerated myth. Thoroughly enamored with her plan, Y/N reached for her pocket, only to be reminded that she was wearing painting clothes. No pockets. Right. Her phone was God only knew where, and with its unfortunate absence, her stroke of brilliance withered to dust before her eyes. She glanced around the room, frustration now bordering on pure distress. It was empty but for the painting, supplies scattered about, furniture having been cleared entirely in preparation for her long-awaited painting project. Nothing remained that could help her get out of the cast. Y/N wasted a good five seconds cursing herself for not making a button that could release the cast, one that could be activated by anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped in the infernal thing.  *But then again,* she thought, *What would be the point of that? Kind of renders the whole trap... ineffectual.* Could be a hidden button, though, she mused in a characteristic offshoot thought-train. One that only she could find... perhaps in the wall itself? Disguised as an electrical outlet? Light switch? Perhaps behind a painting. *Brilliant, Y/N,* she thought acidly, furious with her own meandering mind. *Can we get back to useful thoughts now? How to solve our CURRENT dilemma? THEN we can worry about making the traps more idiot-proof LATER!*  She managed to work herself up to the point that she was twisting her arm in the trap, grunting with exertion and groaning in pain. The effort yielded no success, but *did*, apparently, make her an attractive target for the fly buzzing around the room. She swatted it away from her face, scowling at it as if it were somehow the source of all her troubles.  "Go... get stuck in some paint!" she shouted lamely, it drifted obliviously to the opposite end of the room. With a dramatic sigh, Y/N began to seriously consider the option of utilizing her comm link. Usually, she wouldn't have it in her ear, but she was trying to get into the habit of wearing it all the time, even when she was painting. Wait a second...  Painting... Suddenly, she remembered a conversation that she'd had with the Vision earlier that week.  "When you decide that you do need my help, paint me a picture," she quoted him aloud, fidgeting at the mere thought of the exchange. She was uncomfortable around Vision, but it had nothing to do with any personality flaws on his part. She wasn't sure what it was, precisely, that made her feel so nervous when he was around. Maybe the fact that he was red.  *Hmm, funny thought. Okay,* she determined, *I'll just buzz anyone except Vision. That way, I won't have to... paint him a picture or, whatever.* She used her right hand to activate her comm link. At first, she didn't hear anything. Then, with a sharp whine, voices streamed from the small device, though, she quickly deduced, none of them belonged to anyone on her team. "Shit." Y/N realized within two seconds that she was tuned into a radio frequency. She sighed, and used the edge of her nail to turn a small knob on the device's top outer edge. The noise stopped, and the high electrical whine intensified for a moment, leaving her wincing in pain. "Hello?" she asked once it faded. "Hello?" She waited a minute and was about to try a different frequency when someone finally answered her call. "Okay, Turner, you need to turn down the input on your device before you blow someone's ear's off." Y/N's eyes narrowed. She would recognize that smug, flatly sarcastic voice anywhere. Barton. "Oh, sorry," she said, accommodating in spite of the fact that she would have preferred a reply from anyone else. Maybe even Vision. "One second." Again, she used the tip of her nail to turn a second minuscule knob, just down and counter-clockwise from the first. "How's that?" Barton's sudden cry of pain told her that she'd turned the knob the wrong way. "Oops," she said, hearing the plain insincerity in her own words. *Oh well. He should know all too well how I feel about him by now anyway.* She turned the knob again, this time in the opposite direction. "Okay, Barton, how about now?" "Thank you," Barton replied, the slightest hint of subdued snarkiness sloppily concealed in his tone. "What do you want?" "Jeez, Barton, no need to be rude. I need your help getting out of... " "... Out of what?" Barton asked after waiting a long moment for her to finish. "Out of... a... a... you know... a... a thing," Y/N stammered, frantically struggling to come up with an alternate explanation for her current predicament. "Yeah, a, uh... a thing. I know about things." Oh God. The sarcasm was crippling. She could picture his expression, and cringed a little. "So, uh..." "See, though," Barton went on, "The thing about things, is they're easier to help people get out of when more things are made clear about the thing." "How many more things?" "More things than just the thing that, 'it's a thing'." Y/N whimpered. "It's embarrassing," she whined, unable to think of a solid excuse for this. Even if she could have come up with a cover story, Barton would sniff out the truth the minute he got to her house to help her. This was so unbelievably mortifying. "So, an embarrassing thing. That narrows it down. Is it a kinky thing? One of, uh, one of those?" "No!" "Oh, it's not a kinky thing?" She swore she could hear him laughing between words. This was getting way too awkward. If they kept on like this, he was going to come up with something worse than the actual thing. Granted, that would be nothing short of a miraculous over achievement of a morbid imagination, but if there was anyone on the planet who could manage something like that, it would be Clint Barton. "Oh, Christ. Stop laughing," she sighed, forcing her voice into a flat deadpan. The less emotion she gave this leech the less painful this would be. "I'm... stuck, in... in my... my own trap." "Your own trap?" "Oh, don't. Would you please, yes I said please, come down to my house and help me out?" ****Desperate to the point that I'm begging *Hawkeye* for help. Oh, how the mighty have fallen,**** Y/N lamented silently. Of course, he couldn't be a pal, for once, and cut her a break. "Well, we're all a bit busy right now, say you hang on for another... oh I don't know, hour or so?" Y/N could hear his smug, playfully sadistic smile over the comm, and she grit her teeth to keep from launching into an expletive-laden tirade. "Clint, don't you dare leave me here like this," she said, taking another swipe at the fly that had renewed its mission to demoralize her. She pretended it was Barton, and aimed a mean right hook for it. The blow missed, of course, and her fist smashed into the wall at her side. Her eyes flew open wide in pain, but she bit her lip and hopped in place to keep from crying out. No way she would let Barton hear a fly getting the better of her. "Oh, we're on a first-name basis now? Because last time I checked, we were still butting heads." This was becoming physically painful. Y/N rubbed her forehead in a vain attempt to alleviate the headache building in her frontal lobe. "Barton, where the hell is the rest of the team?" she demanded. "Well, you're repainting your house, and I'm watching for big black and gray robots at twelve-thirty in the afternoon. I'm not watching out for the rest of the team." "Barton, I hate you," Y/N groaned. "There are like what, six other Avengers, why the hell did you have to answer?" "If you didn't want me to answer then why did you tune into MY secure frequency?" "What? Barton, I'm new, Jeez. I didn't even know that was a thing that existed." "And, now you do. Would you like the, uh, other frequencies? I could tune you in to... Cap. Nat, maybe? No, no, no, no... I got it. Stark. He's your man, yeah." Barton was teasing her, mocking her, ridiculing her situation. With a jolt of abject horror, Y/N realized that she was more or less at Hawkeye's mercy. He wasn't offering her help, he was flaunting the fact that it would be all, ALL too easy for the rest of the team to be clued into her predicament, and then... *Ooh. God. Pack me up, label me screwed and ship me off to Abu Dhabi, express mail,* she thought dismally. "Goodbye Barton." He tried to say something, but she turned the first knob again, cutting him off. She waited for the soft buzzing to stop and when it did, she waited another second, a bit () about who might answer. "Hello?" She said at last. "Turner?" A woman's voice replied in a whisper. She sounded surprised. "Romanoff!" She was happy someone picked up that didn't have anything against her. "Go away, I'm busy!" She was still whispering, and Y/N didn't think messing with Romanoff was a good idea, so she didn't speak again. She repeated the process of turning the small knob again. "Hello?" She said again. Silence. "Hello?" She waited for another moment, but when no one answered she turned the knob. Again. She wondered with dull amusement if she would ask everyone on the team except the Vision, and then in the end, have to talk to him anyway. "Hello?" "Oh, one second. Someone on com's" She heard, but the person wasn't talking to her. It was a man's voice. "Hello?" The word was followed by laughter. The man cleared their throat, and then said again "Hello" "Um, who...who is this" "This is." More laughter. Laughing drunk. Stark, Y/N realized. She had gotten Stark, and he was drunk off his ass. "Never mind" It came out more high pitched than she had intended, and as fast as she could she reached for her ear again. This time though, she didn't turn the knob, she took the device out of her ear. She decided that she'd had enough of the team for the rest of the year. She realized that she was mad. Mad at herself for backing into the wall, mad at Hawkeye for not helping her, mad at Romanoff for working on some case, mad at Tony shit face Stark for being drunk, and mad at vision for...Well, she didn't know what she was mad at Vision for, but she knew she was mad, and he was at the center somewhere. She was done. She took a deep breath and considered every way out. Again. She dropped as far down as she could, so she was sitting. She just sat there, not really thinking about anything, but she was aware of everything, every last little feeling that passed through her, the feeling of her arm falling asleep, and the soft tapping. It took a moment, but she realized that the tapping was coming from the window. Someone was trying to get her attention. Slowly she looked up, half expecting it to be Vision, or worse Hawkeye. It was neither. Excitement crept up on Y/N as she saw who was outside. In the window, was the blurry image of her next door neighbor Regina Dallas. She was a nice person, in her early forty's. She liked to make baked goods, but her house didn't have gas, so when Y/N moved into a house near to hers, she took it as a chance to come over and bake. She was a good cook, and she would keep the kitchen really clean, so Y/N didn't mind her. "Hey!" Regina yelled through the closed window. Y/N gave her a weak wave. "You uh, you need a hand in there?" "Yes. Come on in, you have a key right?" Regina nodded and disappeared from the window. About a minute later Regina entered her room. She looked at Y/N and let out a sigh. This wasn't the first time that Regina had walked in on Y/N doing something weird. The most dangerous thing she ever caught her doing though, was setting of mini explosions in her back yard, to get rid of some large spider's that had taken up residence it didn't end up well, it was a failure in fact, like most other things she did. Really, Regina was a witness to most of her failures. Kind of like a secondhand sister "There's some guy outside looking for you." She said when she came into the room. "Really? Do you know who it is? Is it Robert?" "No, I told him to wait outside, I would see if you were home." "Well, I might as well not be." Y/N gestured to her arm, and Regina nodded." "So, I'm guessing there's no easy way out of that thing right?" "Uh, yeah there is, and it's in my left pants pocket" "Where are your pants?" "I think I left them in the guest bedroom" "You think?" Y/N took a second to remember "Yeah," she nodded  "they're in the guest bedroom" "Okay, I'll be right back. I would tell you to wait here, but your not going anywhere." "Ha, ha, very funny Regina" Regina walked out, but a second later, poked her head back in and said, "I'm gonna tell the guy that your not in right now, okay?" "Yeah sure." Regina left again, and Y/N called after her "Thank you!" She didn't reply. Y/N wondered who the guy outside was. It might have been one of the Avengers, but Y/N doubted it, because Regina would know and go nuts about meeting a real Avenger. When she first met Regina, Y/N didn't peg her as the fan-girl type, but after the battle last week, it was obvious. Regina was a HUGE fan of the Avengers. She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the front door slam, which made her jump.

Excerpts from In Search of Devotion (November 2017)

Excerpt I With all possible might I dragged his body in the same direction as the swallows were flying through the sky. His inflamed injuries were hard to evade with my trembling hands as I took him to a place to leave him behind. A place where he would withdraw. When my arms were too exhausted to pull him any further I put him down and started to use my tired arms to dig a hole. Earth creeped under my nails, little creatures ran from the sudden interruption in their habitat. I kept digging while more air left my lungs because of the effort it took. There was only a hole about the size of his head made when I paused to lay myself down. My body needed sleep as well, but preferably the temporary kind. Although I wasn’t completely sure about that. It was an accomplishment that I didn’t fall asleep then. His burial was an honour that must’ve been done to him, the absolute least thank you for bringing me to some answers. Though he would have preferred to be thanked while he was still alive. These people he brought me to weren’t my friends but it was a lot better than being on my own. I needed to unite him with the nature now. If the only way to do that was to bury him like a dog, then that was the thing to do. Getting back upright I noticed I was really hungry. I took some herbs and ate them in big bites. With this new energy I digged further into a harder kind of soil and created a lengthier hole. When I guessed he would fit in I pulled him into the hole I had made with my bare hands. I saw it definitely wasn’t a big enough yet. There was no way I could decently close it. It wasn’t deep enough. I didn’t have the strength to put him back to a higher level of ground so I left him lying there and took the earth from beneath him. To do that I had to get close to him, almost embrace him. It was creepy how it wasn’t him anymore, how pure scientifically these were just dead cells. The world suddenly lacked his existence and I cried. My arms were still moving to make his new bed comfortable but it didn’t go fast enough. I pushed him into a different position and started to beat the ground with a wooden stick. The beating softened and loosened the ground, that way I was able to easily throw full hands to the sides. It went faster with that technique and the hole slowly became large enough for him. I checked his heartbeat one last time but felt nothing. I wondered if I could have saved him. Maybe it was thirst or hunger, or even a lack of trust and affection. Still I couldn’t be his murderer, the flood was the only thing murdering. One after one. And again I thought of what Floriana had said. I laid him in a comfortable position, perhaps the exact way he slept. Then I gave him a kiss on the forehead. A carpet of earthly material enfolded the body, buried like a dog. Slowly the hill of earth I had thrown aside was taking back its place. There was not enough light nor strength to find flowers, so I laid next to the grave and immediately my eyelids fell. I saw him again in my sleep, as the body he was no longer mastering. Later I woke up in a surrounding much lighter and warmer than when I had fallen asleep. I placed myself back on my feet and brushed dust from my clothes. I could see the unchanged ground where he was now. Aches hit my head as I thought back on holding his dead body in my arms. My stomach didn’t feel well either and I had seen it coming when I threw up. A watery liquid of green spots flew to the ground and little insects easily found their way to it. I noticed the fascinating insects. They were common, but I thought they were pretty. They were small, had many feet, and on their reptilian skin there were sharp triangles between spots. These insects were known for the sound they make, a high kind of singing. I couldn’t hear a thing though. Then I thought it might just be a myth. I had no clue what the time was and went searching for the others to see whether they were awake. I didn’t have the slightest idea how to phrase it and whether I would mention the way I buried him far from the everywhere ideal. However I might’ve tried to persuade myself of a protective energy or one of the gods receiving him at the gates of the non-living, I was deeply aware that all which accompanied him now was mud and insects. He was imprisoned in a blanket of the least pleasant material and I was sure of it that if I placed my bare hands back in there I would find him in the same condition as before except from the small animals that had bumped into this festive meal. His soul wouldn’t have escaped the prison I had masoned for him, because what would the gods come to do here? While the flood was being spread whole parts of Iolonyr were a fabric of dying ones. And it didn’t seem to me that the gods were still there to protect them. They had already suffered a terrible deterioration to their end after leaving their families behind a long time ago. And then they joined an army of cruel dying ones. What could possibly be worse after death? The soul that is left in them must’ve been as rotten and weak as their physical parts when they have lived flooded for some time. We seemed to be different. We seemed to keep our set of mind and we seemed to be the better ones amongst the flooded. But we were not. We were just as rotten, just as dying. We had the coincidence to be in different circumstances than the ones who were brought right to war in an atmosphere that enforced them to think the flood is the solvent path for all folks. We did not share this belief, but neither were we wise critical minds. Our souls were also rotten. There never was much left. We were not preparing a revolution, we were preparing each other’s graves. I struggled through the forest and followed a path I would not be able to find again, but perhaps that would come to my advantage. I never wanted to reach the spot realising he was lying beneath the ground there and realising his presence and his very strong absence. Excerpt II ​ ​The forest didn’t go on forever, and behind the last trees of this Ochen Lee’s home, there were houses, a bakery, and smoke from chimneys. It was a town without too much life. There were people who lived there, but no wall had been repainted, and broken windows weren’t properly repaired. I decided to leave my weapons between two rocks because being interpreted as a threat would make me a target. As I walked around between the wooden buildings, I quickly realized there was no one to be seen outside their homes. It was a small town, but the weather was nice so you’d expect at least one relaxed person on a seat in one of these not so private gardens. A growing sense of unease crept over me when I saw someone spying on me from behind a curtain. This wasn’t the regular daily life of these people; something was holding them back. I considered the possibility that it could have been the wild beasts of the forest, but discarded the idea quickly considering that those beasts had probably been there all along. I felt certain that something new and dangerous was threatening the inhabitants of this village. I knocked on the door where the person was spying on me. He knew I had seen him, so I could as well ask him the reason for his mistrust and fear. He didn’t open the door, but continued to peer at me from the window with a worried expression. I rapped on the door again, but when that did not provoke a change of expression I went on to the next house. I soon saw they were also watching me, but with a little bit more secrecy. I knocked on their door, but just like at the first house none of them moved and the door stayed closed. Either these people were sorely afraid of strangers, or they were expecting someone. I started to feel uncomfortable about my visit as well and went back to the rocks where I had put my weapons. I carried them again, because I didn’t feel safe anymore. I started to walk around more attentively and eventually reached life forms that weren’t spying on me behind closed doors or nailed down windows. A bunch of horses stood in an open stable. Most of them were stuck to a chain, but not all of them. I approached a beautiful one of a silvery-white colour. This horse would be of great use if I was ever going to get away from this village. I considered the risk of making these local inhabitants angry by stealing it, but figured then they might at least come out of their houses and provide me with some answers about the strange sense of foreboding hanging in the air. I put a saddle on the horse and led him out of the stable, but this horse’s hooves weren’t the only ones sounding. From along the horizon other horses appeared. As they came closer they reminded me of Eleula. Not because they were of the merfolk, but because they were equally as pale, with red blisters and gruesome appearances. Maybe this was the sect she had spoken of. The flood. ‘We must own as many cities as possible’, resounded inside me, ‘We must stand as one, as the flood’. The words from our boat trip seemed to only arrive then. Illness, power, infection. ‘You’ll spend the rest of your life flooded, and the flood is the only identification you have now.’ It didn’t mean much then, but now it started to. She had surely done something to me. All of these inhabitants fear me. For an instant I actually felt like the person these people must have taken me for, the scout of a flooded troop. I hoisted myself up into the saddle and galloped away into the forest where I had just fearfully ran out of. I wondered whether the troop could’ve seen where I went. I stopped because the forest didn’t feel safe either, and I was now in a spot where I could vaguely see the small town without much details. It was dark where I sat, and my horse kept still and quiet. I heard the warriors coming closer to the village at a fast pace. Maybe the inhabitants were barricading their doors and windows, or taking weapons from the kitchen to prepare to fight for their lives in a last act of desperation, or speaking comforting words to their children. Then there was silence. The troop must have arrived by the first houses. There were no screams, no cries, and no fights. A door was slammed in, quickly followed by others, and then the screaming started. I could hear the panicked wails of children, the desperate cries of mothers trying to keep their families together, and the ferocious sound of men fighting for the people they loved. I could only see some vague silhouettes running around behind trees far from where I stood, and then flames and smoke as well. Yet somehow it was like I could see in my mind’s eye what was happening as if it were happening next to me. Habitants were being grabbed out of their houses. Empty buildings and houses that didn’t yield fast enough were put to flames by those monsters. I could imagine them taking objects of value from women’s necks, from husband’s fingers, and put all together in bags. I was shaken from my thoughts when I heard one person’s voice rise above the others, a woman’s voice screaming loudly. I wondered how close she was and considered going deeper into the forest. Then her sounds started to die away. I turned my head away from the town, but the noises were the worst. Hearing them made me see innocent people being held close from behind and then thrown onto the ground. I wished there was something I could do. I heard someone running into the forest and quickly scrambled back onto my horse. It was probably an innocent victim running from the horror, and while I wished them well,  I couldn’t risk discovery. There was nothing I could do to help them anyway. I turned my horse toward the darker part of the clearing and started to pick a new path through the woods. I didn’t go too deep into the forest, but tried to find another way out that wasn’t too close to the town. A long vertical line of smoke constantly indicated where the town was. It shook me how this town, which was half an hour ago full of people, was now going up in flames. In such a short time those monsters had destroyed everything those men, women and children had ever known. After what felt like an eternity, I decided to stop and search for food. I was starting to feel weak and lightheaded, and my stomach was practically screaming with hunger. Seeing a spot with a decent sight line to a flock of lancetflustra, I got down and fastened the horse to a tree. I walked away a few steps and then laid down in some mud behind a rock to watch the flock. I wasn’t a great hunter, and was not accustomed to this bow so the first lancetflustra I tried to shoot down was completely wrong. I wasn’t aiming for anything other than lancetflustra, because they were the easiest for hunting. They only have two paws so they are slow, and their horizontal wings don’t get them very high. The meat of lancetflustra is really good and they have thin skeletons so there is a lot to be eaten on their small bodies. After a few missed shots I succeeded in killing and preparing a bunch of lancetflustra for a late meal. When I was done I got on my horse again to get out of this forest. Riding horseback wasn’t that different from riding Fennecus, therefore we managed quite well. I was relieved when I saw a field of open view. I crossed it and didn’t look back. The road went north, and we travelled hard even though I often had to cough and still felt dizzy. I was scared. Surviving on my own had worked for now, but I didn’t know what might cross my path next. It didn’t take long to find that out. A rider briefly appeared in the northwest, he was riding quickly with his head down. The road was hilly and there were trees standing in quartets or triples every now and then. I left my horse by a tree and climbed right into it. It was the only plan I could think of since I didn’t think he had yet to see me on the road. He would see my horse but if he’d walk up to it I would be right above him and could surprise him. I thought I had the situation under control. ​ At first I thought the rider would just pass, but then his eyes fell upon my horse and he didn’t hesitate to look at it up close. I tensioned my bow and pointed an arrow at him. If he would’ve looked up he could instantly have seen me, but he didn’t. I could see him clearly as he got off his horse and stepped around mine. His skin had a deep tan and didn’t appear much older than me. I couldn’t say to which folk he belonged, but it must’ve been a southern one to have been so dark. He wore a simple outfit, with not too much of his body protected, weaponry on his belt. He looked infected as well. His skin had an ashen undertone that undermined the depth of his tan and he had dark red spots on his body from various blisters. As he coughed up some phlegm, and I felt a familiar aching tickle in the back of my own throat I wondered how I must look with this disease.

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Wood Floors Buying Tips

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