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natalievoncatte · 7 months

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There had been a time when Kara was almost relieved when she lost her powers to a solar flare. The silence was like a lover's kiss to her ear, the peace like the embrace warm maternal arms. It was almost like being home. When her powers were active, the sounds and sights and sensations were always there, just around a corner made of concentration, beyond a door made of discipline. Kara could never tune out the cacophony. She could only tame it, bend it to her will.

Now the world around her had shrunk, it seemed, to a span of twenty or thirty feet, occupied by her sister, Samantha Arias, and a bedraggled, harried Lena Luthor. Kara could barely tear her eyes from Lena. Her best friend looked like she'd been through something terrible, bloodshot eyes wide, the tracks of tears still fresh on her face. One hand was stuffed firmly in her pocket, clutched firmly around what was probably a gun.

Alex, by contrast, had her sidearm out, held in the low ready position, scanning the mists around them with seeking eyes. Kara turned slowly, feeling as boxed in by her lack of superhuman sight as she was by the oppressive silence of this place.

"Where the hell are we?" said Alex.

Sam cleared her throat. "We're not going to find that out standing here."

Alex looked at her. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."

She gave that little roll of her neck, the way she did when she knew that they were in trouble, and smoothly holstered her gun under her jacket.

"My car is gone, somehow, so we're going to have to walk. Which way?"

They were standing in the middle of a road, maybe twenty feet wide and paved with smooth cobbles, slowly being swallowed by the mud beneath them. The road was lined on both sides by dense forest, mostly pines with a few bare deciduous trees clawing their way up between the dull gay-green branches. Between the trunks was a deep and dense thicket, with thorns as long as the smallest of Kara's fingers. They weren't going that way.

Lena tilted her head, pointing with her chin the way she sometimes did.

"That way. I think I see lights."

Kara stepped up beside her, peering into the mist with her natural Kryptonian eyesight. Her vision was more acute than that of a human, just as her skeleton was denser and had more bones and her muscles had different attachment points and denser fibers, all of which made her about fifty percent heavier than she looked. She still had strength. She could still protect Lena, and the others.

There was a little flutter in her chest. There always was.

"Lena," Kara said, turning to her.

"Not now. Let's get home, then we'll talk," Lena said, a tremor beneath the professional chill in her voice.

"I'll go first," said Kara.

"I'm the one with the gun," said Alex. "Kara, maybe I should take point."

Kara shot her a sharp look and started forward. Lena hesitated for a brief moment, then took up position just behind Kara's left shoulder, so close that Kara thought she could feel the other woman's presence.

As she walked, Kara chewed her lip, fighting the urge to look back and try to strike up conversation again. It ended up a kind of walking fidget, with Kara worrying at her palms with her thumbs.

She's mad. She must be furious. I should have told her. Why didn't I tell her?

"Did you hear that?" said Sam.

They all stopped. Alex turned.

"Hear what?"

"I thought I heard... laughing," said Sam.

"I didn't," said Kara, "but then again, I don't have my powers."

That wasn't true. She had this maddening sense that it was all there, just out of her reach somehow. She scanned the mist again, feeling her frustration mount.

"I hear voices up ahead," said Lena. "Look."

There were lights ahead, swaying gently as in a breeze. Kara squared herself up and led them all ahead, chin down, ready for a fight. She had to make sure they were all okay.

The lights grew brighter. As they grew nearer, they began to flicker more clearly. Candles, or gas lamps. Shapes resolved in the mist, first the vague impression of vertical members and timbers, but as they grew nearer, Kara saw they were trellises and there were lamps strung between the uprights, swaying gently over rows of long picnic tables, each covered in an elegant silk cloth that must have cost a fortune. On the tables, a feast was laid out, half-eaten meals still on fine porcelain. Tall wine glasses stood still with their contents remaining, some half drained, the odd one here and there stained by the blush of wine or lipstick.

"Where is everybody?" said Alex. "I don't like this."

A larger shape formed in the mist as they walked between the tables. Kara glanced back and froze.

"That wasn't there before."

"What?" Alex started.

They all turned. There was a wall behind them, a high stone barrier topped with foot long wrought iron spikes, a tall barred gate in the center. Kara took a moment to work out the worked iron letters cresting the arched gate, as she was seeing them backwards: DURST MANOR.

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #crossover #crossover au #crossover fanfiction #my fanfic #curst of strahd x supercorp #welcome to barovia #it's spooky season #this will end well #supercorp vs spooky ghosts

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i-make-fun-of-spn-characters · 1 year

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#poll #this will end well

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clonerightsagenda · 14 days

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Listening to Clockwork Bird and oh boy are we getting into the kind of juicy medical malpractice science fiction was made for

#oh so they were testing prosthetic limbs with artificial neuron backups on beating heart cadavers #accidentally made one 'alive' for a given value of that #and just went 'oh it's just reflex! don't worry about it' when he started squirming #this will end well

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clingyduoapologist · 1 year

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Wish me luck

#Tommyinnit #this will end well

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pyxy-styx · 1 month

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My goal is to one day collect enough stuff that I can change my aesthetic every day and get as close as I can to being considered a shape-shifter

#this will end well #surely this will end well

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ikementally-deficient · 1 year

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Theo: "We can totally keep this secret for a month!"

Sebas: " . . . "

Mozart in the next scene: "So, you know we're all dead, right?"

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp theo #ikevamp #this will end well

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saveraedae · 8 months

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mark preparing a spoon for consumption via microwave

#the mark side #tms #mark reed #doodle #this will end well

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beardedmrbean · 10 months

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STOCKHOLM (Reuters) -A man tore up and burned a Koran outside Stockholm's central mosque on Wednesday, an event that risks angering Turkey as Sweden bids to join NATO, after Swedish police granted permission for the protest to take place.

Police later charged the man with agitation against an ethnic or national group.

A series of demonstrations in Sweden against Islam and for Kurdish rights have offended Ankara, whose backing Sweden needs to gain entry to the North Atlantic Treaty Organization.

Sweden sought NATO membership in the wake of Russia's invasion of Ukraine last year. But alliance member Turkey has held up the process, accusing Sweden of harbouring people it considers terrorists and demanding their extradition.

Turkish foreign minister Hakan Fidan condemned the act in a tweet, adding that it was unacceptable to allow anti-Islam protests in the name of freedom of expression.

Some 200 onlookers witnessed one of the two organisers tearing up pages of a copy of the Koran and wiping his shoes with it before putting bacon in it and setting the book on fire, whilst the other protester spoke into a megaphone. Some of those present shouted 'God is great' in Arabic to protest against the burning, and one man was detained by police after he attempted to throw a rock.

A supporter of the demonstration shouted "let it burn" as the holy book caught on fire.

After the burning, police charged the man who set fire to the Koran with agitation against an ethnic or national group and with a violation of a ban on fires that has been in place in Stockholm since mid-June.

While Swedish police have rejected several recent applications for anti-Koran demonstrations, courts have overruled those decisions, saying they infringed on freedom of speech.

Prime Minister Ulf Kristersson said at a press conference on Wednesday he would not speculate about how the protest could affect Sweden's NATO process.

"It's legal but not appropriate," he said, adding that it was up to the police to make decisions on Koran burnings.

One of the two people who took part is Salwan Momika, who in a recent newspaper interview described himself as an Iraqi refugee seeking to ban the Koran.

Representatives of the mosque were disappointed by the police decision to grant permission for the protest on the Muslim holiday of Eid al-Adha, mosque director and Imam Mahmoud Khalfi said on Wednesday.

"The mosque suggested to the police to at least divert the demonstration to another location, which is possible by law, but they chose not to do so," Khalfi said in a statement.

Up to 10,000 visitors attend Stockholm's mosque for the Eid celebrations every year, according to Khalfi.

Turkey in late January suspended talks with Sweden on its NATO application after a Danish far-right politician burned a copy of the Koran near the Turkish embassy in Stockholm.

#nunyas news #this will end well #/s

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somethingsupwithdrac · 2 years

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18 July

Dracula Daily is back and veering hard into found footage horror movie territory, this time on a boat. Everything starts out quite unremarkably, and then, of course, things start to go wrong. The crew begin to get fearful and “dissatisfied” about something, then quietly upset but refusing to elaborate on what has them so unsettled.

Then one of them disappears, and the remaining crew seem subdued but unsurprised, because, according to them, there is “something” nefarious on board. (Gee, who/what could that be? We’re back to the characters in Dracula not knowing they’re in Dracula, and it’s great.)

Oh, what’s this? One of the crew says he saw a weird guy lurking around the ship, so of course the Captain decides they should go looking around the ship, because there’s only so many places someone can hide. Better not check all of those conveniently human-sized boxes, though, there’s no way someone would be hiding in one of those. (Through all of this the first mate continues to be an unhelpful dick and I vote for him to mysteriously disappear next.)

I’m sure everything will be fine and that’s the last bit of trouble the crew is going to have on this voyage.

#dracula daily #the characters in dracula don't know they're in dracula #and it's hilarious in a dramatic irony sort of way #everything is fine #this will end well

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dreamingblacktabby · 2 years

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Chapter 1

The forest always seemed so calm. The green leafs blowing gently in the wind, rustling softly in the distance. All that separated Rusty from it was a metal chainlink fence and a small stretch of grass. How easy it would be to hop the fence and enter it. The earthy, fresh smell wafted over to him on the breeze, making Rusty lean forward. If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine himself in there, wandering around the underbrush and hunting birds that could be heard hopping around in the branches. Soft dirt beneath his paws, dappled sunlight shifting over his pelt, smells of plants filling his nose as he tasting the air. It was amazing.

“Rusty!”

The cry made Rusty jump and broke him from his daydreaming. He was back behind the chainlink fence, standing on the cold, rough concrete of the city. He turned to see his mother approaching him with a stern look in her amber eyes.

“What have I told you about coming here? It’s too close to the forest and you know why you can’t go in there.” She scolded.

“I wasn’t going to cross the fence mama, I promise.” Rusty walked over to join his mother who licked him between his ears.

“I know little ember, but it makes me nervous when you stare for too long. You’re father always stared into the forest and when he finally went in there he never came back.”

“I know mama.” Rusty had been told this many times already.

“Come on, we should get back before anyone else finds you here.” Nutmeg gently nudged him in the direction of their home.

Rusty threw one last look towards the forest before following his mother down the alleyways. They only had to travel a couple of blocks before arriving to an abandoned human building that had been taken over by Scourge’s group. There were cats lingering around the outside and going about their business. Rusty didn’t care much for the chaos.

A couple cats glanced towards Nutmeg and Rusty as they made their way inside. The teeth and claws embedded in their collars made them look far more sinister than they actually were. Rusty had guessed long ago that the reason cats were so grumpy was because of these collar decorations. He had seen his mother shifting her collar around in an attempt to make It more comfortable and Rusty couldn’t blame her. Soon Rusty himself would be burdened with discomfort that came with being part of Scourge’s group.

Inside the building there were less cats milling about since it was the time of day when most cats were out hunting. The only cats around were mostly mothers and kits which were almost all located in a single room. Most of the queens were either nursing or expecting since spring was upon them and the warmer weather made it far easier to keep kittens alive.

“Was he at the fence again?” Tommy’s voice drawled making Rusty’s pelt burn. He glared at his brother who just rolled his eyes.

“Scourge isn’t going to be happy if he hears about that.” Luna cautioned her brother as Rusty sat down beside her.

“I’m not going to cross the fence.” Rusty once again stated, wondering how many times he would need to repeat himself.

“Yeah, you won’t have to when the forest cats spot you and cross the fence first.” Filou flexed their claws. “With how poorly you fight you won’t stand a chance against them.”

“That’s enough Filou.” Nutmeg scolded, cuffing him over the ears.

“Mama, Brick stopped by earlier and said she wanted to speak with you.” Princess spoke up making their mother flinch.

“Did she say what for?” Nutmeg asked.

Princess shrugged. “Said it had something to do with the trials.”

Nutmeg seemed to think this over for a moment before glancing behind her nervously. “I was dreading that.” She muttered. “You five are big enough to partake now.”

“Uh, finally!” Tommy groaned. “I’ve been wanting to ear my first tooth or claw forever now. I was beginning to think we weren’t ever going to get to participate.”

“I suppose I should go speak with Brick before they get annoyed with me.” She glanced at her five children. “Don’t go wandering off while I’m gone. I’ll try and catch us something to eat so if you aren’t here when I get back you’ll have to catch yourself something or go hungry tonight.”

“Yes mama.” Princess and Luna spoke in unison.

Nutmeg gave them all a hard look in warning before turning and making her way deeper into the building.

“I wonder if they’ll delay some of your guys trials.” Tommy said.

Rusty glared at him.

“How about you keep your mouth shut before yours gets delayed.” Luna warned.

“Honestly I’m surprised I didn’t get a trial early considering how much better I am than all of you.” Tommy narrowed his eyes at them. Rusty knew he shouldn’t argue back but Tommy knew exactly how to get a rise out of all of them.

“Stop acting so high and mighty, we all know you suck at hunting and your fighting is mediocre.” Rusty stood and approached his brother despite protests from Luna and Princess. “You aren’t better than us, you just have a bigger ego.”

Tommy flattened his ears. “I’m better than you! I’ll be genuinely surprised if you manage to make it back in one piece. You’ll probably just take the cowards way out and pick something off of crowfood.”

“Both of you knock it off before I go and fetch someone who’ll make you.” Luna snapped.

Tommy glared at her. “Come on, you know as well as I do that you and me are the best.” He motioned to Filou and Princess who were sat on either side of Luna. “Those two and Runt over here have too much of dad in them. It makes them too soft.”

“That’s just unfair.” Filou bristled. “We’re just as good as you two.”

“Guess we’ll see when we’re sent on our trials.” Tommy glared at them, making Filou flinch. “Maybe you three would be better off finding some nice housefolk and settling down as pampered house cats.”

“Perhaps you’re too pampered.” Princess growled. “Maybe we should just kick you out of the nest tonight and make you sleep on the cold ground so you can prepare yourself for being the best.”

Tommy glared at her. “Maybe I will.”

“Good, because I’m not sleeping in the nest with you tonight.” Luna glared back.

The trial had been set. The next day Scourge would assess to see if everyone was competent enough. If any of them failed this assessment they would be stripped of their collars and banished from the group. For everyone that did well enough they would be sent on their trial. Rusty knew he’s pass the assessment. Despite Tommy calling him weak, Nutmeg had been absolutely sure all five of her children would be able to pass the assessment. All five of them knew how to fight and hunt, some better than others. Rusty and his siblings had been born in winter and none of them had died which gave cats in the group high hopes for them all. They had all managed to be born and raised in the coldest part of the year which made them tougher. At least thats what other cats believed.

Rusty hated that. He hated being seen with higher expectations that all the other kittens in the group. There were only two other litters born around the same time and both were small and had struggled more than Nutmeg’s litter. They had far less expectations put upon them and were seen as normal or average. Rusty envied them.

That night he had a hard time falling asleep. He was mentally preparing himself for the assessment the next day, wondering how soon afterwards they would be sent off on their trials. He knew they would be unable to partner up or go with anyone. This was a solo mission to prove you were worthy of being part of the group. The idea of failing the trails frightened Rusty. He knew failing meant he would never be able to return. He had nowhere to go if he failed.

Maybe I can finally enter the forest. Rusty thought hopefully. If I fail, at least no-one will come looking for me.

“Psst!”

Rusty’s eyes snapped open. Was someone still awake? Rusty glanced around to see his family was still asleep. Even Tommy who was just outside the nest was sound asleep.

“Psst, over here!”

Rusty searched the rest of the room until his eyes caught sight of the small faintly glowing kitten sitting in the middle of the room. Rusty instantly knew this was a ghost. He’d seen them all the time but interacting with them often lead to trouble. Ghosts tended to be angry or sad and talking to them just brought unwanted attention to Rusty. Everyone always accused him of talking to the air and having bees in his brain whenever they caught him speaking to ghosts. Rusty had opted to ignore them after a while. Normally ghosts ignored him back, but this one seemed interested in actually speaking to him.

Rusty contemplated wether to indulge the kitten or ignore him and go back to bed. Against his better judgement he crept from the nest, careful not to wake his family, and approached the ghost.

“Hello!” The kitten greeted. “I want you to come with me.”

Not what Rusty had expected. “What?”

“I want you to come with me! The big silver cat told me to bring you to the forest because your special.” The kitten said.

Rusty stared at him in shock. “The forest?”

“Yeah, she said it was really important.” The kit explained.

“I’m not allowed to go into he forest.” Surely this was some weird stress dream. Surely there wouldn’t be some random ghost kit telling him to enter the forest.

The kit stared up at him for a long while before glancing towards the doorway leading to the rest of the building. He stared back up at Rusty with his still baby blue eyes.

“Are you sure you can’t come?”

Rusty glanced towards his sleeping family. He needed to get some sleep before the assessment in the morning. Still, an opportunity to go into the forest had just presented itself to him. Was he really going to reject an opportunity to take a peak? The kit did say that this was important.

“Will this be quick?”

“I think so.” The kit responded.

“I can’t be too long but I can can go.”

The kit let out a happy cry and immediately raced off through the building leading Rusty down the familiar path to the chainlink fence. Rusty did his best to remain quiet and go unseen by all the other cats who were still awake. None of them would see the little ghost kit but Rusty wasn’t a ghost. He was quite relieved when they made it to an area where there were no more cats.

“So what exactly is so important that I need to go to the forest?” Rusty asked curiously.

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask.” The kit responded.

Of course he didn’t.

“I’m Bugfang by the way?” Rusty was a bit startled by the question.

“What?”

“My mama always says its polite to introduce oneself to new cats.” The kit responded.

“Oh, uh, in that case my name is Rusty.”

“Rusty? Thats a weird name.” The kit screwed up his face.

“Not as weird as Bugfang. Bugs don’t even have fangs.” Rusty points out.

Bugfang burst out laughing at this. “Of course bugs don’t have fangs, my mama let me pick out a warrior name since I was never going to get one.”

“A warrior name?” Rusty asked which only got a nod from the little ghost kit. “Cool.” Rusty wasn’t sure if it actually was or not but he realized he wasn’t going to get a clear answer from him. Hopefully that wasn’t going to be important to remember.

#warrior cats au #through the fire au #bramblefeather writes #Rusty #Firestar #Nutmeg #Tommy #Filou #Luna #Princess #Scourge and Brick are mentioned #Scourge's group #BloodClan #It isn't called that yet #Illistrated #Rusty following a complete stranger into the middle of the woods #This will end well

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