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socratesvisitsarcadia · 2 days

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Return to Arcadia

They arrived in Arcadia as the sun peeked on the horizon, the bus dropped them and their belongings off as well as any public transport before heading off further into the city. The city had gone through many changes in the centuries they were gone, now there are buildings made of concrete, pavements and most importantly, although not unexpected, electricity.

It had been 300 years since they were last in the area, many things had changed, yet the air around and the energy flowing was the same.

“Hello there!” A familiar voice came, making both of the sisters turn. “I hope the travel wasn't all bad!”

With smiles and chuckles, the sisters brought their younger brother into a group hug.

Avaluna spoke up first, looking the youngest in the eyes, “It's so good to see you Douxie! I hope life on your own is also doing good for you!”

“Oh I'm doing good yeah! Helping folks find the book they need by day, capturing hellhounds at night, the usual! Nothing you have never dealt with I bet!” The bags under his eyes showed the sisters the tool he didn't share, yet, they didn't pry. He was right, after so many years they hardly feel difficulty wrestling the supernatural. “Come on! I’ll give you a tour while we walk to the shop!”

Neither sister complained, following and picking up a conversation with their little brother as they went, admiring the state of the town and reminiscing about the old infrastructure. The youngest did a great job at pointing out the best, and not so best, of Arcadia Oaks these days. Also made sure to point out familiar places that stood through the ages, with minor changes in functionality.

A coffee shop, last time it was an apothecary.

A gym where there used to be a sheriff's hall.

But one of the main things that stayed, was the beloved library building. It went through its changes, all according to the change of time, but at its core, it was still the same. The front of the building was litered with books, modern ones, some with paper and hardcovers with illustrations of the story inside. There was a coffee vending machine, with a sign of “out of order” as well as several antique objects displayed in cases, some had a price tag on them, others labeled “not for sale”. Avaluna couldn’t help but giggle at some of them, a passionate reader herself, seeing the covers like that never ceased to amaze her. She does admit, it was nice to be able to have a peek at the story without opening the book, and it was done well enough to preserve the suspense.

“Ava! Come on!” Suniva brought her back to reality, giggling as she pulled the book from her hands. “We can get some of these for you hoard later.”

Once through the threshold to the back of the building, Avaluna instantly took a deep breath, taking in the old textbooks, filled with magic knowledge and character, bringing back so many memories. With her wings open, she scanned all the literature she brought from home, each one perfectly preserved with a seal. The yellow pages were all intact, the ink perfectly vivid.

Suniva was right behind, instantly moving to examine the modern technologies that had been installed. The chandelier was completely new, now with much safer electric lamps. Wifi routers, a nice computer and even a gaming console. Once her eyes laid upon it, she couldn’t help gasping in cheerful surprise at a cartridge by the gaming setup.

“Little bro! You played Ragnarog Revenge and didn’t tell me!?” She was excited about the game.

“It just got here today!! I haven’t touched it yet!” The youngest defended himself, using magic to move the luggage of his sisters to the guest bedroom.

The smell of warm tea soon overtook the place, a feline figure soon came into view, fixing his glasses nonchalantly. “Avaluna, Suniva, do you rather chamomile or perhaps you’d enjoy some lavender tea?”

“Awww Archie! You didn’t have to! You know our tastes too well!” Avaluna replied, moving to scratch the boy’s familiar under the chin. “Thank you for watching Douxie for us, old friend!”

The kitten purred, leaning on her hand for a good minute or two before turning his back and guiding the oldest sister to the kitchen, where three mugs waited for them.

She took them and returned to the living room, her sister had already put the fireplace to work, Douxie had some Chinese takeout at the ready and some soft Celtic music was playing in the background. Cheering with their mugs, they started eating, now talking about the women’s home.

“Oh, don’t get me started! I put Nyx to be in charge of the house, so the forest goons won’t try anything while we’re gone.” Avaluna said, mixing her takeout before slurping a chunk of the noodles.

“Yeah they can be quite annoying. But honestly, it’s not a biggie! Tata is making sure they don’t get in trouble!” Suniva added confidently. “But yeah, everything’s okay! The southern trolls are nice, they just took a minute to adjust.”

Archie hopped on over, curling by Douxie. “Well, it is nice to have both of you back. The wizards here in Arcadia aren’t… Too nice so to speak!”

“Well, that’s an outright shame! Us wizards gotta stay together!”

“Yeah, but I can’t blame them for being cranky! No one likes net work.”

“Still! There are responsibilities to be upheld when you dabble with magic! Your hair is a proof of it!” Avaluna joked, poking her sister’s cheek.

Suniva pouted and poked back, “Oh, just cause I wanted a new hairdo! And if I remember correctly, YOU were the one who gave me faulty materials!”

“Oh, but you could have waited for me like I told you to do!”

All laughed, truly, Suniva’s bright fiery red curls were not the intended outcome, but her umber brown skin matched it nonetheless, even highlighting the girl’s bright hazel eyes, together with the youngest’s fiery personality. Even her sister died her hair in support, the once black falls that made Avaluna’s hair now had bright blue shines to it, framing her khaki silver skin and black eyes accordingly. Hisardoux was far too well known in this story, so he entertained both of them while slurping his noodles.

“So? How long are you both staying?”

“Well, we don’t exactly know. After all, training the new trollhunter is always a new experience. But we will absolutely have time to unwind and catch up on the past 150 years!” Avaluna smiled, sipping from the mug. “Mmh… Archie, your lavender tea is still one of the best I’ve had.”

“That is quite the honor, Lady Avaluna!” The familiar cheered. “If you wish, I could pass the recipe to Nyx! I am sure the items are easy to find in Brazil.”

“I am certain that they would be thankful.”

Their conversation continued, for a few hours, moving activities from chatting while eating to competing in card and video games. It was a good day, a nice day.

It didn’t feel like a long time since they last saw each other, yes, a century and a half is a long time for most, but it’s not so much when you’ve lived longer than that. The age gap between both sisters and Hisirdoux was great, with almost two centuries between them. All ended up with the same immortality, all in different stages of life, all with ample time to live. Eternal life wasn’t as bad when you had trusted company.

Night fell fast, as Douxie went to bed, the sisters went out.

#trollhunters #trollhunters oc Avaluna #Trollhunters oc Suniva #hisirdoux casperan #toa archie #tales of arcadia #Children of Merlin

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itsgeecheebitch · 1 year

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Until Darkness descends

CHAPTER: 33

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV

RATING: Explicit

MAIN PAIR: Ardyn Izunia x Reader

SEC PAIR: Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Ardyn looked through the binoculars, at the blue flames that lashed at the skies like a mad beast clawing at its confines. It was coming from the disk of Cauthess, a destination he knew you and your group would be interested in right about now.

With the titan now awake, thanks to the Oracle, the god no doubt plagued his chosen king with visions, drawing him to the area like a moth to a flame. Like the mysterious benefactor Ardyn paraded himself to be, he will be the one to escort the prince and his entourage to the Archaen’s door.

The pieces of his plan were falling into place one by one. Before long, all of Eos would crumble under the weight of his wrath. He could almost taste it, envision the destruction that would be his macabre playground till the end of time.

Yes, that plan was coming along, but you on the other hand was proving to be a more challenging task. Ardyn was there when your group ventured into the cave, wanting to watch the events unfold with his own eyes instead of from a distance. Disappointment curled his mouth into a scowl.

He was also there to watch you fall to your death. Like a fool in love he watched as your body fell apart with a fist in his stomach. Ardyn gritted his teeth, his blood turning into a simmering vat of hot oil, causing his hand to shake when he balled it into a fist.

The sight of your body bloody and broken shouldn’t have vexed him, shouldn’t have caused him to come out of the shadows to hold you in his arms. But the fear was a noose around his lungs at that moment, and if he didn’t gather you in his arms quick enough, he was sure he would’ve choked on that rope. It was irrational. He intended to do much worse to you in the coming months, and he knew you wouldn’t remain dead for long.

But that didn’t stop him from cradling your mangled body close to his chest, willing you to come back to him, to open your eyes. Ardyn hissed at the memory. How was he supposed to destroy you if he was this weak? Anger at himself, at you, at the gods, raced through him like black ink, spilling out of its cartridge and onto his lungs and gut until he was drowning in it.

He moved on instinct in that moment, an instinct that refused to be purged. No matter how many times Ardyn reminded himself that you really weren’t her, that you were a mere puppet fashioned to mirror her likeness, he couldn’t stop himself from seeing his wife lying broken and lifeless on the ground. Covered in so much red it was like Ardyn was reliving the day his brother betrayed him all over again.

The sounds of multiple footsteps thundered in his ears and he banished the thoughts to the back of his mind. Now wasn’t the time to languish in his woes. He had a job to do and you will not get in the way of it.

Squaring his shoulders, he plastered a relaxed smile on his face before welcoming your friends. “What a coincidence.” He said as he turned to greet them.

Gladiolus, your boyfriend, sneered at him. “I’m not sure if it is.” He said. Ardyn’s lips twisted into a mocking smirk until he fixed it just as fast. Once he made quick work of Noctis he would be sure to visit the Amicitia next. He could already feel his hand warm with the weight of Gladiolus’ entrails, envision his heart splattering on the ground like a fallen tomato, and his eyes bulge out of his skull like two ripe grapes. They would make the perfect ornaments for a fallen Eos, but only after he drew out the man’s death for as long as he could, afterall, it was what he deserved for touching what was not his.

Ardyn replied. “Aren’t nursery rhymes curious things?” He took languid steps towards the wary crew. “Like this one, from the deep the Archean calls, yet on deaf ears the god’s tongue falls. The king made to kneel in pain he crawls.”

“So how do we keep him on his feet?” The blond one asked. Ardyn stared into his wide innocent eyes, far too bright for a man with as many secrets as him. And what great joy Ardyn would find in exposing all of them.

“You need only heed the call, visit the Archean and hear his plea. I can take you.”

A pensive sort of air swallowed the five of them. They huddled around each other to debate amongst themselves. It didn’t matter. Ardyn knew they would accept his aid, after all what other choice did they have?

Just as he expected, they agreed. He led them to the parking lot while giving them his first name. A strategic decision, give them just enough information to lower their guard and build familiarity. They will continue to distrust him, but not enough to not accept his aid. Soon, he will have all of them right where he wants them, including you.

Once in the parking lot, Ardyn turned to face them. “Allow me to do the honor of assigning your driver.” He said. “I choose you.”

The prince folded his arms in front of his chest and glowered at the regalia as though it offended him. “What if I ride with you?”

“I’m afraid you would find the fee to be more than you bargained for.”

“What if I did?” Ardyn turned his head to you. Looked like you finally decided to step out of your boyfriend’s shadow. He arched his brow. This was an interesting turn of events, the girl who was skittish and distant towards him as of late was volunteering to spend time alone with him.

You didn’t willingly seek his presence anymore, not since he sowed seeds of distrust in your mind years ago. A mistake he intended to correct. What he has intended for you requires your unwavering trust and open heart. How gracious of you to give him an opportunity to rectify it.

But your boyfriend had a different thought. “Why would you wanna ride with him?”

“More leg room, and besides that would mean more room for you and Noct in the back.” You said.

“No way I’m gonna let you ride in some weirdos’ car on your own.”

“Come on, babe.” You said, placing your hand on his chest. “It’s only for this drive, and besides, nothing's going to happen. And if anything, I’m more than capable of handling it on my own.”

A beat past while Gladiolus stewed in his thoughts. Sighing, his shoulders relaxed but he still sported a dissatisfied frown on his face. “Fine, but if he does anything slick you let me know.”

Ardyn had to fight the rumble of miasma that threatened to spew out of his pours at the sight of you kissing the other man. He looked away, willing the scourge to settle. He’s definitely going to enjoy tearing Gladiolus limb from limb.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he opened the passenger door for you before settling in the driver’s seat. After instructing Noctis to follow him without fail, he took off. The three story buildings of Lestallum’s architecture melted into acrid dirt and unobstructed skies.

You sat silently in your seat, questions racing through your mind so loudly it was causing Ardyn’s own head to spin. He had a feeling you had your reasons for driving with him. Perhaps you wanted to revisit the question you had for him two nights ago, one he prepared for a long time ago. Or maybe it had to do with your visit to the cave. Ardyn left soon after you revived, so if there was anything you found of interest while you were there he wouldn’t know about it.

But after visiting that place a thousand times, Ardyn knew there was nothing of significance, besides the tomb, to be found behind those frigid walls. Whatever you had to say wouldn’t have anything to do with that cave. Five minutes passed when you were finally ready to air your thoughts.

“I thought about what you said.” You started. “The thing about the gods trying to speak to Noctis. Do you think they’re trying to do the same to me? Maybe that’s why I get migraines.”

Now that he wasn’t expecting. His grip tightened on the steering wheel. Ardyn didn’t mean to reveal a piece of the puzzle to you, place the answers in your head that would surely lead you to the truth of your destiny. Of your purpose. In hindsight, he had no choice. It was the only way to bait Noctis into accepting his assistance. But now Ardyn was left with a mess on his hands, one that could turn into a big, big problem if he left it unaddressed.

“There are a myriad of reasons that could be behind your affliction, my dear. Just because the cause remains unknown does not mean it is the work of the gods.” Ardyn said.

“But what about my visions? What could possibly be the cause of that?”

“I reckon it derives from the same source. You will discover the cause soon, my dear. But there is no point in trying to find answers in things that have nothing to do with you.”

You become quiet for a moment, but Ardyn isn't foolish enough to believe that was the end of your musings. That was when a warm fuzzy glow enveloped your hand, morphing into the shape of a book. He stared at it curiously before returning his eyes to the road. A nagging sense of dread bludgeoned the back of his skull. This couldn’t be good. "I found this recently while I was away with the boys." You said while holding up the book so he could see it. "It's about a disease, I think, that fell out of the sky along with a star. And something called Adagium, but I'm still not sure what that is. But here's the weird part, it's written in an ancient language but I was able to read it. I think the gods wanted me to find this."

Ardyn turned away to hide the grimace on his face. He could feel the tendrils of the scourge wrap around his organs like a sea monster pulling him down into its murky depths. For as long as he knew you, the gods only supplied you with brief flashes of the past, nothing too detailed to suffice as even a crumb of the truth, but this? This wasn't just a crumb, but a full meal waiting for you to gorge on.

His anger heated his blood to a boil but you didn't seem to notice. Just like he didn't notice that book was in the cave all along, just waiting for you to find it. The slick games the gods played, but fortunately for him he knew how to play dirty as well. "I believe I'm familiar with what you are describing. It's the black star tale, I assume? It's nothing but an ancient myth to explain away the existence of daemons in our world. It has nothing to do with the gods, my dear."

You shook your head, "no, it's more than that. It has to be…"

"I'm sorry, dear, but it's not."

Turning in your seat you threw your hands in the air, your frustration evident in the way your eyes sparked. "Then why tuck it away in a secret room? Why give me the sudden ability to read a foreign language if it's not important?"

Ardyn mentally chastised himself for not looking for that secret room you spoke of. If he conducted a better search he wouldn't be having this discussion with you. He wondered where that room was located in the cave. How many times did he walk past it without realizing it was there? Ardyn wasn't a careless man, he wouldn't have raised through the Niflheim ranks and played both nations like a fiddle if he was. There was only one answer, the gods made sure he would never stumble across it.

Surely if he did he would've burned the place to ash. Ardyn sighed heavily through his nose before stopping the car. The gods thought they could be a thorn in his side and thwart his plans. While it may be too late to destroy the book before you could find it, it was never too late to distort the truth to his liking.

Extending his hand, Ardyn said, "allow me to have a look at it." You handed it over and he breezed through the pages. Most of the words were smudged, if not completely faded due to age and lack of care. But he saw why it was so critical to the gods for you to find this chronicle. The two most important passages were left unblemished and mostly intact, enough so for you to glean a morsel of the truth from them.

But if Ardyn was any good at his job, which he was, you wouldn’t glean anything but a fictitious story trapped inside a leather book. "Hmm, this is Proto-Lucian, so not necessarily a foreign language. Its written form is close enough to our modern tongue to decipher some of the text." He looked up at you and delighted in the disappointment that slashed through you. Closing the book, he handed it back to you before delivering the final blow. "And it appears that some of the text remains intact, enough for you to decipher it using our modern alphabet. Nothing divine is happening, my dear, at least not to you."

Restarting the car, he barreled down the empty street before the boys could catch up and make a fuss. All the while you were as silent as a mouse, his words taking effect in the frown on your face and the droop of your shoulders.

But of course, knowing you, you are never at a loss for words for too long. "But-". He stopped the car before you could finish what you were going to say. The wheels screeched against the hot pavement as the jolt of the car forced stray hairs into your face.

Climbing out of the car, he circled around to the passenger side and opened your door. "We will be staying here for the night." He said, as was his plan from the start. It would take another night for the MT forces to reach the disk. He couldn’t have the five of you barreling through the Achean’s door before the stage was set.

The frown deepened on your face as you stared at his hand. "But it's only 3 p.m"

Before he could retort, the regalia’s soft purr greeted his ears. Ardyn looked up to find more angry faces glowering at him.

"What's the hold up?" Gladiolus was the first to ask.

"Ardyn wants us to stop for the night." You replied.

"Why? we still got plenty of daylight, this is a waste of time."

"There's no need to fret, the Achean's not going anywhere!"

"And neither are we under your stewardship." Ignis grimaced.

"So we make camp…with Ardyn." Came Prompto as he, and the rest of his crew, climbed out of the car. A symphony of protests followed his statement.

"Oh, I'm afraid I've never been one for the outdoors. I will foot the bill, so let us stay at the caravan over yonder?"

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wonderingabout · 1 month

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i can’t sleep! i need to wake up in a little less than 6 hours to go catch a coach to a music festival! Thursday to Sunday!! i’m sooo anxious- i have not been to a music festival since before covid. so 5 years!

i am going to list everything i have packed under the cut

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two dresses

two long sleeved tops

pair of leggings

five pairs of socks

6 pairs of knickers

all in a plastic bag

camp stove

camping cookware- pan, wooden spoon, kettle, etc

a small metal bowl with a lid

metal fork, knife, and spoon, wrapped in a hanky

sanrio chopsticks

a little wooden spoon

a knife

a small chopping board (? am i being ridiculous??)

lentils and rice

a stock cube

a little jar of salt and spices ready for dhal

a block of creamed coconut

three instant udon noodle packets

small block of firm tofu

coffee

3 chai and 4 roibos teabags

sugar crystals

carton of soy milk

dates

soreen loaf

dried apricots

cashews

olive oil

a little battery powered lamp

finn family moomin troll by tove jansson (small book)

the magic toy shop by angela carter (second small book)

coach tickets, festival tickets, accessibility tickets, all printed out in a ziplock bag

pack of playing cards

sleeping bag

sleeping mat (actually my yoga mat)

picnic blanket

my brothers tent

pillow/eye mask combo

camping towell

flannel and soap

washing up liquid, cloth, sponge and scrubber

lip balm

diary

fountain pen

spare ink cartridges (one turquoise one purple)

tarot cards

film camera

my shabbat phone

charging cable

antibiotics, anti histamines, paracetamol, ibuprofen

my card, my id, and a tenner

string

probably other things too i am so anxious and over prepared !!!! wow

things i still need to pack!!

toothbrush

toothpaste

????? the kitchen sink

also things i have packed in a little coolbag in the fridge that i hope i will remember

veggie sausages

cheese triangles

plums

6 small bottles of beer

i could put some mustard in this bag?? that would be a good idea

maybe a small onion! or a carrot. or a courgette. i will put half the fridge in there if i can

i still need to bake cookies 🥲

#diary #anxiety!#what to pack for a music festi??#autism

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wedesignyouny · 7 months

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bunny-carrothunter · 2 years

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Opposite to this ask, here’s my top 10 favorite Wordgirl villains I guess

Also Happy New Year

10) Maria She’s Maria. What else can I say? She deserved better-

9) Glen More fun as a character but it’s funny that somehow he managed to corner TB not once but twice? Once by accident. Yeah he’s annoying. But he’s a hot mess and I love him. And also I blame my friend (YOUNKNOWHOYOUARE) for legit making me go totally indifferent to him to becoming my 4th favorite character in general).

8) Chuck Honestly, he goes all over the list depending on my mood but he’s just great. Fred Stoller is amazing and the more I watch his Instagram live streams the more convinced I get that he’s just Chuck’s humansona.

7) Ms Question

She’s just so much fun and I love her question mark hover board. I still can’t draw her to save my life and that makes me sad ;; BUT she’s definitely a top favorite. And the fact she gets Chuck as a brother-in-law is so funny to me.

6) Nocan Love me a himbo that can sense granola bars from across the entire city. Also my dude is legit the second strongest non-alien villain, give props where its due.

5) Guy Rich Fanon or canon? Yes. Gotta love the gawl this man had for acting so high and mighty, taunting Mr Big like he did when he was just a con man. He’s more fun to play with as a foil to Big rather than an actual villain but I still love him.

4) Dr Two Brains Yeah what a surprise imarite but if its not for the nostalgia, he’s just fun to watch. Tom Kenny was perfect for him. I said all I could on the previous list so we’re moving on.

3) Lady Redundant Woman What can I say but I absolutely love her. Unhinged woman who does not give a flip. She will bite your leg if you talk to her before she gets a cup of coffee. My friend pointed out how Beatrice’s villain self is basically her yassified form and that’s so accurate looking at it. I love that her outfit is the 4 colors of a printer ink cartridge, and I LOVE her style. Yas queen.

2) Mr Big To the surprise of no one- Arrogant, touch-starved manchild himbo. There’s so many layers to this man and I might make a character analysis post on him if I get the chance. Also the fact that he has the most SIMPLE design and yet 80% of the fandom agrees he’s SO HARD TO DRAW is the funniest fucking thing. We love a himbo.

1) Leslie Yeah, there was no doubt, and I will count her as a solo villain because she technically did in that one ep. I absolutely love her and no one will ever change my mind.

It’s not surprising most of the fandom agrees Leslie very well may be one of the smartest characters in the show, and yet she works with someone who, well is the opposite lol. She’s a martial artist, a gymnast, wielder, pilot of just about every vehicle imaginable (golf cart, crane, blimp, a rocket ship), paints, engineering to an extent (that we know), ON TOP of all that being able to manage an entire company and business managing.

ON TOP OF THAT, it’s canon Leslie is immune to mind control. Even Mr Big got himself mind controlled, the dumbas-

Speaking of Big, their dynamic is just so amusing, they play off each other so well and I honestly wish we could of seen Leslie interact with the other villains on her own. If “Leslie Makes It Big” is anything to go off of, they all seem to like her and get along with her.

I am very normal about Leslie.

#wordgirl #dont ask since when This draft Is from #HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE

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ive got a question abt pens on behalf of my brother: what are some good brands/places to buy pens/pen accessories? he's super into them and makes his own wood ones. mainly ballpoints but lately he's wanted to get into fountain pens. he bought a kaweco sport with some ink cartridges from jetpens and almost all of them had exploded or leaked before they arrived :S they refunded him the full amount but he wanted to know if you happened to know some other stores to get pen stuff!! thanks!!

oough ink cartridges are a difficult thing to ship. i'm lucky that all my stuff from jetpens arrived nice, ive ordered cartridges from amazon before and they exploded (and the replacements also exploded lol) it''s likely to do with how long they are in transit & the temperatures they ship in.

i would suggest, if shipping has done you hurt before, look for irl pen/stationery shops in your area! even the smaller shops out there can carry some really neat stuff. it probably isn't exhaustive, but here's a directory for pen stores in different places in the world!

#fountain pens #autismposting

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hello-nichya-here · 2 years

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oki wait actually I am a lil teeny bit tipsy tonight & I was gonna sleep but then I started thinking about Zucest so - hiii have a shitty semi-coherent unfinished drabble from the foggy recesses of my dead brain <3 this could be in-universe or an AU idk - a n y w a y

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"Wait." The sound of Zuko's voice was enough to make Azula freeze. His tight grip around her wrist should have infuriated her, but instead, she was electrified.

They had been drinking a not-so-moderate amount of wine, sitting propped against the bed frame in Zuko's bed chambers and talking about the past. The soft inviting warmth of the wine had enticed them to discuss topics neither of them had dared touch over the months that they had been trying this whole reconciliation thing. Topics like their father and Azula's years alone with him. Topics like Zuko's intense jealousy and fixation on Azula's perceived perfection. Zuko spoke more than Azula did during their conversations. He had so much more to say. It was like the words spilled out of him. Like he was a broken cartridge of ink. Azula meanwhile responded with actions - like not burning this entire place to the ground - like listening when Zuko talked. She didn't have so much to say in simple conversation, but she was trying her best to show him she was trying. That had to count for something.

They had entered the early hours of the morning and Azula knew well that the logical, smart, calculated choice was to leave and return to her quarters for sleep. Zuko's grip was warm and tight around her wrist though. It was inviting in a way that Azula did not know how to place.

"Stay," Zuko said. His voice was soft.

Azula could not be certain if it was a command or a plea her brother was making of her. She hesitated. What was it, drawing her to remain here? They were both tipsy from the wine, and tired. Surely Zuko did not expect more emotional conversation - not tonight, maybe not ever. Azula wasn't sure she could stomach it.

Still, something compelled Azula to climb back beneath the covers beside her brother. "Why?" she asked, her voice soft.

Zuko responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her on top of him. Azula gasped in surprise, feeling her hips crush his. He was hard, his erection pressing between her legs and making her shudder. She hadn't expected that, and she wasn't sure how to respond to it. Zuko's hands moved lower, gripping her ass with tight intensity.

"Please don't go," Zuko said. He was looking up at Azula now, his gold eyes meeting hers.

Before Azula knew it, his lips were crushed against hers. She shuddered at the surprise but leaned into it - either despite herself or because she was consumed with desire, it was impossible to discern. All Azula knew was that she had never felt fire quite like this before.

Aaaaahhhh, always a joy to see your ideas, my friend whose name I totally don't know! This was lovely! You know I can't resist Zuko being in charge 😈

#asks #zucest #not safe for what #tipsy anon

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megreads22 · 2 years

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Will throws his hands up. “You’re in love with him!”

I feel way too much terror from that sentence.

“No!” My voice cracks. There’s no way I’m in love with my Mark! He’s Mark, my annoying best friend. And okay, sure, he’s the only person I want to tell anything to, and I get excited every time I make him smile. And there was that one dream where he kissed me, but that means nothing. Right? Dreams are dreams. And I’m sure everyone thinks that the best place in the world was their best friend’s arms or whose stomach flips every time said best complimented them and… oh shit. “I’m not in love with Mark. He’s been with me since before the hurricane. He’s family.”

His eyes harden. “He’s no good for you, Maggie. But you’re far too attached to see it. I think it’s time I make up for lost time and be the brother you need.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna take care of him so he can’t bother us anymore.”

The need to vomit returns ten-fold. I set his sights on Mark. Oh Gods. “No. Please don't do that. He hasn’t done anything to you.”

“I’m sorry that this is distressing to you. But it’s clear that you can’t take care of yourself. You’ve seem to have forgotten that you’re still a child. A child that needs some tough love.” He gets up from the bed.

“No, I’m not!” My voice is an octave higher than normal, clearly getting my point across. I swallow to regain some sense of calm. “I’m 23. A legal adult. I can make my own decisions!”

“I’m sorry. You’ll eventually understand what I’m doing is out of love.”

“No! Y-you can’t!”

He doesn’t look at me as he turns. “I have to.”

I move without conscious thought for the second time in ten minutes as I lunge at him, draping my body-weight on him. “Will, please don’t hurt him. I’ll do anything. Please!”

He freezes before completing the embrace, touching me like I’m cracked glass.

“Please!” I squeeze tighter.

We stand like this for a moment and I can almost pretend that this was nothing but a long-lost sibling reunion.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs before he gently disentangles us, still grasping my hands. We lock eyes and I see genuine emotion. My heart lifts. Would he listen to me? Maybe we could be real siblings after all. A loving family?

“This is for your own good.” He lets go of my hands and heads for the door, sending my hope into the Mariana Trench.

“Will…” Tears fill my eyes. I have no idea how to stop this. I’m never going to change his mind this way, and I sure as hell can’t stop him with my powers gone. Plans rush through my head; tricks, manipulation, anything. Wait! Hanging off his jean pocket is a paper clip and a pen. They’re not a lot, but they’re something.

“Wait!” I dive on my knees, clutching his legs. “Just leave him alone.”

He looks down with pity in his eyes. All he sees is a love-struck little girl, smart sure, but she’s blinded by her emotions. Good. It means that he doesn’t view me as a threat. It means that he doesn’t notice me nick the paperclip and pen right from his pocket before slipping them up my sleeves.

He bends down, oh so carefully so we’re at eye level. “Oh Maggie. When this is all over, I promise to be the family you never had.” He lifts me up as I hide my face in my hands pretending to cry. I mostly do it to hide my small smile.

He sets me down on the bed. “I’ll send you some food while I’m away. Eat something, please?” He phrases like a request but squeezes my arm as if it’s an order.

I hear him leave, the door opening only after he punches in a code. It closes with a final whoosh.

I peek my head out. He’s gone. Finally! I sigh, slumping against the wall. That was a lot to process in such a small amount of time: a new brother, the realization that I may or may not be in love with my best friend who is in danger because of said brother, and almost losing control of my powers. “Gods, what a day.”

I take out the paperclip and pen and get to work picking the lock of the belt. I take apart the pen, first taking out the ink cartridge and molding it to fit inside the lock along with the paperclip. That’s the easy part. Now I actually have to click the lock with flimsy pieces of plastic and metal. Piece of cake. I think back to Mark when I said I wanted to learn how to pick locks.

“Why would you want to do that when your best friend has super strength?” he had said with his stupid eyebrow raised.

“‘Cause I know we’ll end up in a situation where brute strength won’t be enough, dummy,” I had said, a little hurt that he didn’t think that it was a good idea. But, like always, I made sure to keep my faint smile in place.

He had rested his hand on my shoulder. “Mags.” His eyebrow had dropped, a first. “You know I’m kidding, right? I think it’s a great idea. All your ideas are great.”

I had laughed at that and quickly changed the subject, as I always did when he genuinely complimented me, which is a rarity. I mean, sure, he said good job we saved someone, but that always felt like a mandatory I’m-so-glad-we-didn’t-die thing. And besides, he would tease me after. Moments where he was genuine were few and far between. My stomach wouldn’t settle down for days after he complimented me and I definitely miss those butterflies. I work faster.

It’s a challenge because of the awkward angle and, you know, I don’t exactly have Oceans 11 equipment. I pray to the paperclip gods that the flimsy piece of metal doesn’t bend.

Finally, after a few close calls with the paperclip, something clicks. I feel a brief sense of triumph before a spark of electricity jolts up my hands.

“Fuck!” My mind goes blank as I cradle my tender hands. The stupid thing shocked me!

“Are-you-okay-Miss Margaret?” a mechanical voice sounds around me.

I almost throw the pen in fright. “What the hell? Who… who are you?”

“I- am- William’s -Security- Threat- Engagement- Versatile- Ecosystem. STEVE- if- you- prefer. William- programed- me- to- attend- to- your- every- need. Are- you- alright? You- sounded- distressed.”

“I’m fine, um… Steve?” Steve? Who names their security system Steve? Like, what? “I don’t need your help, so can you shut down, please?”

“I- cannot- do- that- miss. It- goes- against- my- babysitting- protocol.”

Babysitting protocol? Oh, now he’s done it. “I don’t need babysitting! I’m an adult and I’m fine--”

“You- do- not- sound- fine. You- are- getting- into- trouble- that- will- hurt- you. I- will- take- corrective- actions.”

“Oh, that’s so not good,” I mutter before scrambling to get the belt off. It shocks me again. What a surprise. I don’t let go, but it’s a near thing.

“Damn it. Come on. Come on. Come on.” My heart stops as the door opens. Standing (resting?) there is a robot-- humanoid in shape but with two extra arms with Suessian hands attached. The artificial light glints off the slick, silver chrome of its body. It has no facial features save for a camera where its eyes should be. That’s not my biggest problem, however, as it’s carrying a bowl of soup and what looks like a straightjacket.

Wow, he’s really selling the super villain aesthetic.

“Please- do- not- touch- the- power- inhibitor. It- is- for- your- protection.” Its arms stretch towards me.

I dive underneath its legs, just barely avoiding its hands. It starts to fall forward but catches itself before crushing me.

“Please- stop.”

I kick up, hitting the soup into Steve’s face, causing a fraction of a second hesitation. Thankfully, the door is still open enough for me to dive through. I don’t look to see if it follows as I sprint into a dark hallway. I note the cobwebs lining the high ceilings and spooky portraits that are spaced out on the walls. It really fits Will’s creepy, loner, vibe.

“Please- calm- down,” Steve’s voice rings out around me.. “You- are- going- to- hurt- yourself.”

I chance a glance behind me to see no sign of the nanny-robot. So, thinking (hoping) that I put enough distance between me and Steve, I throw myself around a corner to get back to work on the belt. I’m so close; I can feel it. There’s just a couple of gears left and I’ll be home free--

“Ow!” It shocks me again but I gotta keep going. Especially since metallic steps sounded through the hallway.

“Protocol- allows- me- to- incapacitate- you. Please- do- not- resist.”

Shit. I glance around the corner to see the robot lumbering towards me. I work faster. The godsforsaken belt shocks me three times in a row, but I keep working. The paperclip is unbearably hot on my hands while the pen starts smoking. I’m definitely gonna regret this later but right now, I don’t give any shits.

Metallic arms slink around the corner just as it shocks me again.

“Come on. Come on!” Just one more twist and-- “There!” The belt hits the floor with a thud and I feel a comforting rush of power flow through my chest. Thankfully, it’s only the usual amount that I can easily control. I don't know what I’m going to do if (when) it gets out of control again but that’s a future Maggie problem.

I jump into the air, grateful for the rush of flying again, As the pair of arms reach for me, I send a stream of air their way. It barely blows them back but it gives me enough time to fly past them.

“Initiating- lockdown,” Steve says.

“Oh crap. That doesn’t sound good,” I mutter as a screech pierces the air: an alarm. I race through the deserted halls, glancing at each room as I pass. Only a few have windows and those that do are quite small. To make matters worse, metal coverings are slowly covering them,

“Total- lockdown- in- two- minutes,” Steve announces.

“Double crap.” I careen around another corner and encounter a descending staircase. Perhaps it leads to a door? “Oh, please let me be lucky just this once.” I fly down three flights of stairs. Nothing remotely helpful pops out.

“Full- lockdown- in- one- minute.”

Finally, something goes right for me for once because there’s an ornate door at the end of a fancy corridor; most of it is still visible as the metal crawls over the door. “Yes!”

But, to right the universe again, something bad haaad to happen. Five more Steve bots appear, blocking the door. “No!”

“Miss- Margaret- please- go- back- to- your- room.” Steve’s voice echoes from all of them.

I freeze. The door still has about six feet to close but there isn’t a clear path. “Damn it.” I blast a gust of wind at the robots before rocketing into the foyer. Out of the corner of my eye, I see arms reaching for me. I dodge as more follow. I throw out my arm, creating a small tornado strong enough to send pictures flying at the robots. One portrait of a grumpy looking old man was impaled by an arm.

I’m ten feet from the door when I begin to doubt if I can make it. The metal is coming down too fast. I blast the door straight off its hinges but the metal still descends.

With a burst of speed, I dive for the door. A Steve-bot lunges for me, but I slide under it and the metal. The cold air and still darkness are stark contrasts to the chaos inside. I’m five feet away from the door.

I almost smile until I feel a sharp tug on my ankle. “Ah!” I look back to see a Steve bot’s glowing red eyes and its claw wrapped around my ankle. It drags me closer to the rapidly closing door.

I kick and squirm but the arm doesn’t let go. “Let go!”

“Stop- struggling.” Steve says. Naturally, I do the exact opposite. I aim a kick at the arm. Nothing. The metal almost reaches the ground and my foot is almost inside. In a panic, I blast the bot back with power, lightning accidentally coming out of my fingers. The bot flies back just as the door closes mere inches from my sneakers. A scream comes from the arm as the metal crushes the robot arm still attached to my ankle.

“Shit.” I flop on my back. The fog from the city moves in front of the full moon, a calming sight for my racing heart. I shut my eyes. Breathe in… Breathe out. My heart still races. Breathe in… Breathe out. I need to calm down. The lightning is only going to be the beginning of my chaos if I can’t control my emotions. I need to be as calm as possible if I’m going to stop my brother without causing a natural disaster.

I breathe out again. Mark needs you. I open my eyes. The wind clears the clouds away letting moonlight shine on me. Okay. I stagger up. It’s time to save my best friend.

#Heroes and Villains #angst?#hero and villain #hero #villain #siblings

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