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queen-of-the-avengers · 5 months

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Captain Marvel: Part Three

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of this rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

It's not easy being with someone like Vers, but as the years pass on, the dislike you have for her takes an unexpected turn. Being with the Kree is the last thing you ever want to do, but the longer you train and work with Vers, the more you want to stay with the Kree because of her.

You're not in love with her or anything like what you felt for Bucky, but you do admit to having some sort of feelings for her.

What did I tell you about using your powers? If you want to learn how to control them, then you need to learn how to fight without them," Yon-Rogg chews her ass out.

She's been taught never to use her powers but you think that's bullshit when all they ever want you to do is to use yours.

"It wasn't her fault," you speak up. You have no business butting in, but you can't let her get in trouble for using what she was given. "She didn't want to use them but I pushed it out of her. I made her use them. Punish me. Not her."

Vers stars at you when Yon-Rogg walks over to you intimidatingly. She admits only to herself that you could be something more than just her training buddy, but the last thing she's gonna do is admit it to you.

"You have some nerve doing that to her. You know why we don't allow her to use her powers."

"Sue me for thinking someone with powers should use them. How else will she learn how to control them?"

"Head to the labs. I'll be right there."

The "labs" is where they like to torture people for disobeying them. They sugarcoat the words to make it seem like they're these perfect people. Vers watches you leave with worried eyes but she keeps her mouth shut so she doesn't receive the same treatment. You're used to being tortured, so whatever Yon-Rogg can come up with is only going to amuse you.

Things stayed the same for a few years after that but your and Vers' relationship blossomed from training buddies to being actual friends. She is still the same conceited, cocky, arrogant asshole you always knew her to be but whenever she's around you, she allows herself to be someone no one else gets to see.

One of your favorite things to do is to sneak up to the roof of your building and watch the Hala sunset together. You bring all sorts of snacks while she brings a few drinks for you two to enjoy. It may have taken six years to come to this point in your relationship, but you're glad you got here.

Peter and Yondu often sneak into your head when you're not expecting them to, and you remember your promise to Peter before you left. I promise, Peter, I will come back for you. I will find my way back to you. It's been six years and you're still on Hala with Vers with no intention of leaving it. Peter had Yondu and the other Ravagers he can turn to. It wouldn't kill him if you spent a couple of more years on this planet.

"Kree isn't the best people out there, but Hala's sunsets are beautiful. It reminds me of home," you say and grab a snack.

"What was your planet like?" she asks delicately.

"It was always sunny and warm. Not too warm where it feels like your skin is melting off, but the kind of warm that when it winds, the air feels nice as it cools your skin. There were a lot of buildings but even more nature. Everywhere you looked, there was the bright color of green. When the seasons changed, the color would turn red, orange, yellow, and then brown. The oceans were so calming. They rarely ever were choppy and aggressive. The animals were so majestic and beautiful, but you really had to look for them for they loved to hide. I haven't been back in centuries. I miss it."

"Would you ever go back?"

"Only if I knew Markus was dead. I don't care how much time passes, if there is a possibility of the man who tortured me is out there, I will never return."

"I've only heard stories about Markus. What was he like?"

You can't talk about Markus and be sober, so you grab the alcohol bottle and chug half of it to get a nice buzz going.

"To everyone else, he was charming. He had everyone wrapped around his slimy little finger. He was a really good businessman, I have to admit. To me, he was a monster. No, he's what monsters fear. He wanted to rule the universe and roped my mom into being his test subject. It got so bad that she killed herself so he used me instead. Like mother, like daughter," you whisper.

Markus was lethal. He wasn't going to stop unless you showed the progress he was looking for. Once he mixed his own serum with the power of the Tesseract, there's no telling what he'll do to you. There's no telling what kind of power you'll have, but that won't stop Markus from trying to figure it out.

"Please, Markus, just stop. I'm begging you," you cried.

He walked closer to you with a red-hot iron poker in his hands. It'd been sitting in the fire for over an hour, so it'll burn anything it touches. In order to ensure you won't run away from him, he chained you to the ceiling and floor. Your arms are above your head and your ankled are shackled to the ground. It gave you a little wiggle room but not enough to escape whatever torture Markus concocted.

"Be a good girl and stay still," he commanded.

He stuck the poker onto your bare stomach, and you screamed out as loud as you can from the pain. Your body jerked from the damage, but that only encouraged Markus to press the poker harder into your skin.

There's nothing you can do but take the pain he gave you. Markus took the poker away and stared at its mark on your smooth skin. Like the many trials before, he watched your wound heal itself. The more he did this to you, the easier it got for your body to heal the wounds.

Gone was the pain but your body still shook. Your skin patched over the wound on your stomach, scarred over, then completely disappeared. This is the first time you've healed your wounds so quickly. Markus grabbed the poker and stuck it to your side once more, and you screamed out expecting to feel excruciating pain.

However, it never came.

In fact, it didn't even hurt.

You looked down with dried tears on your cheeks to see your skin glowing with fire around the site of the poker. Your body has become adapted to the flame of the poker exactly how Markus was hoping. Markus smirked, dropped the poker, and headed to the front door where his lab assistant is.

"Day seventy-two successful. Get her ready for the next one."

When Markus injected the new serum into your body, he saw the four elements flash through your body. If you can control the weather, then he can tweak the serum so that when he gives it to his army, they won't go through what you're going through now.

One down, three to go.

"No!" you gasped in enough air just before Markus' lab assistant pushed your head underwater.

He's done this fifteen times this day, but your body refused to succumb to the water. It fought hard to survive whatever Markus was planning. Every time he pulled you from the water, you tried to intake as much oxygen as you could before you were dunked back underneath the water.

"You have been fighting this for thirty days, Y/N," Markus sneered when you're pulled back above water. "Either you do what I want or I'm going to make sure you rot next to Mommy." The lab assistant pushed your head below the water again. "Make sure she breaths or else she doesn't come up."

"Yes, sir."

The assistant holds your head below water for longer than usual, and your body thrashed as you tried to get oxygen into your brain. One by one, your nerves began shutting down to conserve energy for the organs that needed it. Markus watched as you kicked and punched the air as if you could somehow fight your way to the surface. He looked at his stopwatch, and around the three-minute mark, your body went completely still. He watched and waited with his breath in his throat. Was this going to be the time that worked? Will you finally be able to control the water around you so that you can breathe and live?

Everything in your body started to shut down. When there was no more fight left in you, you felt oddly at peace. No worries, no cause for concern, no problems on your shoulders, and no Markus. You could die right here and you'd be okay with that. Then, something clicks in your brain. Your mother wouldn't want this for you. You don't want this for you.

All you needed to do was breathe, and you'll make it through another trial. Just breathe. Breathe. BREATHE!!

Your eyes flew open as you sucked in the water. Only to you, the water felt like oxygen. The water is converted into oxygen as soon as it entered your mouth. Your chest heaved as you took in deep breaths of water. The assistant let go of your head when he felt you breathing, and you pulled yourself out of the water with a deep gasp. Markus watched with greedy yet joyous eyes at this discovery.

"I hate you," you panted.

"You're doing a very good job, Y/N," he grinned. "Two down, two to go."

"I don't know how much more of this I can take. Please, Markus," you begged.

For the past couple of days, he's testing the effects of air. The worst kind of feeling in the world was not being able to breathe, and this is what Markus was going to do. He would stimulate the room so that the air in it would thin out until it became so hard to breathe. Markus watched through the two-sided glass window where he could see you but you couldn't see him.

He pressed the button that activated the vacuum that would remove the air almost completely from the room.

"Mark---"

The air immediately thinned, not allowing you to take in a lungful of air. You're on the ground with your back against the wall since you don't have enough energy to stand on your own. There were no words to describe the pain you were feeling, but Markus wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted. The mirror in front of you only showed the torture and pain you were seeing, but also a reminder that only you had the power to stop this. Only you had the power to get back what was taken from you.

Something bubbled inside of you that busted out in a whiff of air. Suddenly, the air around you wasn't so thin. You intake a lungful of air when you could, and you fall to the ground in a fit of coughs.

When will this end?

"I knew she would control this element the quickest," Markus says to his assistant. "Not being able to breathe must be pretty painful. Prepare the next trial."

This one was different than the other three. Markus is only allowing you one day to get this power under control since he's running a bit behind schedule. The last power you must control is rocks, soil, and stones. Basically, you needed to take the ground you walk on and control it how it moves or shapes. Until you do that, Markus would not be satisfied.

He's placed you underground in a small room made of only rocks and dirt. It's so small that you can't even stand up all the way. You're not that claustrophobic but after six hours of being in this room, you're going a little crazy.

"Markus let me out!!" you screamed.

If you don't do something soon, you're going to die of suffocation in here. If you can will your body to breathe underwater, take the pain of a hot poker, and allow air to circulate through a room when it's been thinned, you can definitely fight your way out of this.

"What the hell does he want me to do? Create an opening and climb my way out?"

As soon as you're finished speaking, light shined from above. You stepped away from direct sunlight and saw a crack in the opening on the ceiling.

"I'll need a bigger opening than that."

The hole on top grew bigger at your words until it was big enough or you to fit through. However, there's no way for you to climb that high. If you can make a hole appear from just your thoughts, then you can create some sort of steps that leads to that hole. You touched the wall and closed your eyes as you allowed the thoughts of stairs to enter your brain.

The room began to shake and rocks started to fall to the ground to shape some kind of stairs that led all the way to the top. As soon as the ceiling was clear, you ascended the stairs slowly. You wanted them to know you were coming. When you approached the top step, you turn and see Markus, his assistant, ad a few other men on the far side of the room.

Before you have a chance to take one step, Markus pushed a button that activated the thing he stuck in your neck on day one of experimenting. Every nerve, muscle, and bone stiffened upon hearing the buzzing noise coming from it. Your body fell to the ground once it had no support system, and Markus smirked knowing he was safe from you.

"Gentlemen," he said as he walked to your still frame, "this concludes the Tesseract trials. We are now ready to begin the cloning process once we assess these minor details. We don't need our soldiers behaving the way she did now do we?"

"What are you going to do with her after this is all over, boss?"

"She's proven to me that she's capable of taking a lot more than what I've given her. Don't worry, boys, I'll find good use of her yet."

You didn't even know you were crying until Vers put her hands on your shoulders. Drinking all this alcohol wasn't such a good idea.

"I won't ever let them harm you again," Vers promises.

You turn to look at her not realizing your face is only a couple of inches away from hers. You're not sure what's in the air or if it's the romantic setting of watching the sunset, but you take a leap of faith and kiss her quickly. You're not sure if that was a good idea, but when he leans in for more, you know she's wanted this as much as you.

What you feel for Vers is nowhere close to how you felt for Bucky, but you can't keep living in the dark. You have to enjoy your life and the people that are in it, so what's the harm in dating her when there is no one else in your life to stop you?

"Wait, what does this mean?" you ask and pull away from her.

"I think you know what it means," she smiles.

"Does this mean I can sleep over in your room tonight?"

"I think it means you can sleep over in my room every night."

You two go to bed that night and cuddle until the morning.

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24-guy · 2 months

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I look at my skin and I see a kaleidoscope of colors against it.

Red patches that itch, Orange, Yellow and Green bruises and Blue-Purple veins.

I am a pallette to which the world is painted, my blood like rivers embedded in my cliff faces. Patches covering my face and hands to create different biomes.

My body is a planet and my mind is it's god. It creates what it sees it's own image as. I am a marvel of modern science that has defied the odds to be here.

I am made from stardust and debris and I built myself up like the foundations of a building and I painted myself like a mural.

My scars are weathering that prove I have survived the test of time.

I am a planet, I am here for eternity until I am changed to return home again.

My body is a rainbow and I am the only one who has any say in what work of art it will become. My freckles like stars, my hair like plants, I am the best and worst of nature and I am loved despite it.

My skin blushes too easily and yet its so so beautiful in the cold and warm.

I am my own shape and yet there are others like me. I am not alone.

If I am a planet then you're the planet beside me. We orbit the same center and share the same foundations but you look different, you are different and you're beautiful in your differences.

Your oceans run different temperatures. Your grass is a different color. You're so so beautiful from where I orbit beside you.

#me when I #j is talking again

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unmaskthemagic · 1 year

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17. The Star

Left: @vickisigh Right: Rider-Waite deck

Element: Air

Planet: Uranus

Numerology: 17 represents strength and responsibility.

Keywords: wonder, hope, healing, core, open, question, inspiration

Quotes: "Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious." Stephen Hawking; "You borrow from the greats, and make your own path without losing the core of who you are." Michael B. Jordan; "Healing takes courage, and we all have courage, even if we have to dig a little to find it." Tori Amos; "Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do." Yellow by Coldplay

Symbols: The person is pouring water into a pool and onto the earth. This symbolizes continuing a cycle of fertility and healing the earth. The 5 streams on the earth represent the 5 senses. One foot is on the ground representing stability and common sense. The other is in the water, representing intuition. Their nudity means vulnerability. The big star is their core essence and the 7 smaller stars are the 7 chakras.

The feelings I have when thinking about this card are the same feelings I have when I'm looking at a starry sky, up in the mountains, with a new moon, when you can see absolutely everything. Wonder, curiosity, questioning my purpose, marveling at the cosmos, remembering that we are all made of stardust. There's a sense of healing that I also feel while looking at the stars, which is an important element of this card.

The stars can lift me up and humble me at the same time. They open my mind to a universe of possibilities, while also reminding me where I come from. And even though, I'm still trying to figure out my essence, my natural image of my core has always been a star. Something Between the Worlds brought up and I also believe is an important aspect of the card, is the fact that the figure is pouring water in two different places. One hand is pouring into a pool, water onto itself. And the other is giving back to the earth. Water can represent healing, inspiration, and a life force among other things. So this card is reminding me that while I remain open to healing and inspiration for myself, it's important to give back and share those things with other people and the earth.

As part of my study, I use the Tarot Card Meanings Workbook by Brigit Esselmont, biddytarotcard.com, brainyquotes.com (I use the card’s keywords to search for quotes that speak to me), Pinterest to look at other artistic interpretations, and Between the Worlds podcast.

#the star #stars #tarot #the star tarot #tarot witch #core essence #universe #witch #witchblr #witchythings #healing #beginner witch

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lbenvs300w24 · 1 month

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Pond Mills Environmentally Significant Area - Let's Learn and Explore!

To me, the most amazing thing about nature is how much you can experience and learn about a single place and how what you learn can give that place a whole new depth of meaning. The place that is closest to my heart is the Pond Mills Environmentally Significant Area (PMESA) in London Ontario. This place has a unique natural history, species composition, and relationship with the surrounding city. So come along for a hike with me and together we’ll learn about what makes PMESA so special! And just maybe you’ll discover a new way of looking at a place that’s close to your own heart.

You are walking along a busy road on a warm summer day when suddenly, on your left, you see a wooden entrance to a meadow. You decide to take a chance and walk through the gate. As you walk along the gravel trail the sounds of traffic fade into the background and are replaced by the clear trill of a Field Sparrow (American Bird Conservancy, 2014) and the distinctive call of an Eastern Meadowlark (Elliot, 2010). After 15 minutes of relaxed walking, you reach a cool shady forest edge. High on the sloped ground, you observe the distinct leaf shape of a Sugar Maple, touch the smooth grey trunk of an American Beech, and hear a squirrel jump from the tall branches of a Red Oak tree. As you descend into the forest the trees slowly change to Yellow Birch, Red Maple, and Silver Maple (UTRCA, 2024). You continue to walk and feel the packed dirt beneath your feet transform into a boardwalk. Rising up through a thick mat of peat, you observe Tamarack trees and the shade-loving Leatherleaf shrubs. In a short time, you’ve observed a diversity of habitats and some of the species that live there. You’ve walked through and experienced a meadow, deciduous forest, and a bog rare to Southwestern Ontario.

(Photo: PMESA, London, ON)

Finally, you reach a dock and look out over a pond full of lily pads. This is one of 6 kettle ponds in the PMESA (UTRCA, 2024). Kettle ponds are created by large blocks of ice left behind by the retreat of glaciers. Around 13,000 years ago, Southern Ontario looked very different than it does today. All of Canada east of the Rocky Mountains was covered by a huge ice sheet called the Laurentide ice sheet (Fyon, 2017). As the planet warmed, this glacier retreated north, leaving behind sand, gravel, and sometimes large blocks of ice. These large blocks of ice created depressions in the landscape filled with water called kettle lakes. Over time these kettle lakes filled with sediment, becoming shallower and shallower until they came to resemble the ponds seen in the PMESA today. So next time you’re looking at a seemingly static landscape or geological feature try to see it as a snapshot unique to a moment in history. After all, if left alone, the pond seen below will one day fill and disappear.

(Photo: South Pond, PMESA, London, ON)

(Image: Kettle Lake formation (Skyecat, 2018))

While you’re looking at the kettle pond and marveling at its geological history, you spot movement at the edge of the dock. Watching carefully you see a Common Snapping Turtle bob to the surface of the water for air. Let’s take a closer look at this fascinating species. This snapping turtle is slowly munching on some Silver Maple leaves that have fallen into the shallow muddy water. Did you know that snapping turtles are omnivores and eat a wide variety of plants, insects, worms, snakes, fish, and other small animals (Cook Museum, 2020)? While fun to watch, you won’t want to disturb this creature. As their name suggests, they have powerful jaws and can deliver a bite with an average force of 209 Newtons (Cook Museum, 2020)! They are also masters of camouflage. Look closely… Can you spot the snapping turtle in the picture below?

(Photo: Common snapping turtle (Chelydra serpentina) at South Pond, PMESA, London ON)

Thank you for coming along with me to explore and learn about Pond Mills Environmentally Significant Area. I hope you were able to learn something and maybe even discover a new way of looking at a place close to you. I believe that nature can inspire a sense of curiosity and wonder in each of us and that every place has something new to teach us. To me, this is the most amazing thing about nature.

References

American Bird Conservancy. (2014, August 30). Field sparrow song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDLDmDAUOkc&ab_channel=AmericanBirdConservancy

Cook Museum Team. (2020, July 9). Common snapping turtle facts. Cook Museum of Natural Science. https://www.cookmuseum.org/common-snapping-turtle-fun-facts/

Elliot, L. (2010, May 10). Eastern meadowlark portrait. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDpydv6VbtU&t=28s&ab_channel=LangElliott

Fyon, A. (2017, January 29). Geological curiosities of Canada. Ontario Beneath our Feet. https://www.ontariobeneathourfeet.com/rising-land-isostatic-rebound#:~:text=The%20ice%20sheet%20that%20covered,Hudson%20Bay%20is%20now%20located.

Skyecat. (2018, June 23). Kettle pond or kettle bog. Groundspeak Inc. https://www.geocaching.com/geocache/GC7RMDB

Upper Thames River Conservation Authority. (2024). Westminster ponds/pond mills environmentally significant area. City of London Ontario. https://thamesriver.on.ca/wp-content/uploads/2024-WestminsterESA-brochure.pdf

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sammelk · 10 months

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Nature's Little Zen Master 🌿✨

feast your eyes on this remarkable sight! 🌼 This charismatic groundhog has mastered the art of tranquility in a field of flowers, proving that even the busiest critters need a moment of Zen! 😌

Did you know that groundhogs (aka woodchucks) are expert hibernators? 🛌 They can lower their body temperature and slow their heart rate to a mere 5 beats per minute during winter sleep. Talk about deep relaxation! 💤

This fluffy fellow's closed eyes exude pure peace, like it's in the middle of a marvelous daydream. And those perky ears? They're nature's surround sound system, tuned in to all the whispers of the wild. 🎧

Zooming out, we're reminded of the grandeur of our planet. 🌍 Those yellow flowers and green grasses are not just pretty; they play a vital role in pollination and maintaining biodiversity. Each tiny flower contributes to the symphony of life! 🎶

So let's take a leaf out of this groundhog's book and find our own slice of serenity amidst the chaos. Embrace your inner groundhog, close your eyes, and let nature's harmony guide you to bliss! 🌸✨

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years

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writing asks 19 and 23

Hi Fable! Thanks for the asks!

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Oh gosh! I will actually be embarrassing with this but...I can't remember not writing. It's always called to me, I think. So I remember being very young writing spy stories about characters called Veronica and Klyde. Considering it's been over two decades since I touched those characters or those stories, I still remember them very vividly LOL.

My journey writing fanfic also started very young. I was writing very...um...questionable things when I was 13. And I also remember being very paranoid that, like, I would be caught by websites so I made up very elaborate backstories for my Writer Self. And instead of having a very generic username like silverdragon3 I had an actual people name that was not my name hoping that would throw them off my trail!

Clearly I was meant to be a writer, because my imagination was WILD.

All through my teen years I wrote Harry Potter fanfiction, but I was also on a Twilight RPG site essentially writing collaborative stories involving original characters. I was always, always writing!

I stopped writing in late 2012 for a number of reasons. Burnout being one, but also feeling disheartened from some interactions. I came back to it in 2015 writing for the Marvel Universe (Steve/Tony for life) and I eventually made my way back to Snarry in 2019.

Coming back to writing was such a blessing and I had such a good mindset about it. How I was writing for me and no one else. I was having fun with it. Tearing away all expectations I had of myself and my work. And it was so liberating!

I'm afraid my natural tendencies towards perfectionism and overthinking have crept back in and have hindered me a lot. My work is probably better for it, but I'm not sure all of the stress is worth it so....I need to learn how to balance better and have a healthier relationship to writing.

There are so many stories I still want to tell and so much I want to do still! And I want to create things that are quality, and things other people will enjoy...but taking care of myself first and foremost while I'm at it! I think I'll always struggle with that, but it's worth trying to do better!

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

My home setup is very nice! I have a small wooden desk (with green accents!) and a wooden chair with a green cushion. There's a nice black footrest under the desk (my feet are so happy!) I have a laptop stand that my macbook sits on, a circular pink mousepad, a vertical ergonomic mouse, and a nice ergonomic keyboard (my hands are also happy.) I have a small Taurus trinket tray that my 3 astrology dice sit in (planet, signs, houses) and two candles sit beside it: a Harry and a Snape candle from an etsy shop! There is also a wooden desktop bookcase filled with books that are pretty and/or reference books (floriography, philosophy, mythology, astrology, tarot, poetry, etc.) Two figurines are in front of the bookcase of women holding bouquets (one holds pink, the other yellow.)

The woods and the greens are all different but I think it all flows together anyway!

On the wall above my desk is a circular stone image of the Hogwarts crest. Behind where I sit are several other bookshelves filled to the brim with books. My desk sits near the living room and the kitchen and the bar dividing the room has stacks and stacks of books on it! (Basically: books, books, everywhere!)

We have Philips Hue lights all over our apartment, so I can set the lighting to whatever suits me: however dim or bright I want! Warm lighting, cool lighting. Pink lights, blue lights! Whatever mood I like for the work I need to do.

When I sit down to write, I usually have a cup of coffee and light one of my candles. My Harry candle is very sweet and the Snape candle is more musky. I generally work in silence (because I'm easily distracted) but sometimes I'll pull an ambient noise video up on my ipad and have it sitting by me while I work (so I can enjoy the visuals and the noise!)

When I'm in a good groove I'm a speed-demon when I type, so lotsa click-clacking! In the not so groovy times I gulp down my coffee and fidget in my chair (because I can't sit still to save my life.)

Oh, and because my partner likes the COLD I'm often also buried beneath a lot of blankets.

I was hoping to paint a more romantic image but it's really just my tiny desk in my apartment that is crammed with books and me flopping all over the place and begging the deities for some ability to focus, lol!

Weird Questions for Writers

#asked & answered

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alphaeverestbasecamp · 2 years

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Fun facts to join Annapurna Base Camp

Nepal is home to some of the highest mountains on the planet. Among these highest mountains, Annapurna massif, i.e, a compact group of mountains, is one of renowned peaks. The Annapurna range is an enjoyment for trekkers trying to witness and enjoy the world of the stunningly mesmerizing Himalayas.

Within this massif is Annapurna I which is the tenth tallest peak in the world with its height of 26,545 ft. The range contains various different peaks and accordingly various treks are conducted here leading to trails along various ones, so, not every person going to the Annapurna range can really say that they have been to the tenth highest mountain itself.

The range yet offers the high number of trails offered by any range alone in all of Nepal. It includes the Khopra Ridge, Lower/Upper Mustang, Poon Hill, Mardi Himal, Annapurna Base Camp, Annapurna Circuit, Mustang Teri La Pas, Tilicho Lake and numerous others. The Annapurna region is likewise home to the deepest gorge on the planet. Indeed, this is a socking fact as Kali Gandaki of Nepal holds the record for being the deepest gorge on the planet. It lays between the Dhaulagiri and Annapurna mountain ranges and is noticeable to mountaineers making their way in this area.

Hence, when you know that you want to go trekking in Nepal, you absolutely get through the trip of Annapurna Base Camp Trek. It is one of the most renowned base camp treks in Nepal and offers an unbelievable trekking experience. However, what did you know about this base camp? Did you have an idea about the fun facts to know about Annapurna Base Camp Trek?

The marvels of Annapurna can be overwhelming to anyone going there. These wonderful things about the journey are simply the highlights that you will experience on your trip to Annapurna Base Camp. From the views of the mountains to the untainted nature, you will partake enjoy each and everything you experience throughout the trek. Here are some of the fun facts to join Annapurna Base Camp-:

Spring Rhododendron Bloom

On the off chance that you love beautiful flowers, this journey is the ideal trip throughout the spring season. The long periods of March to May get all the rhododendron trees along the path in blossom. You can enjoy the flowers of pink, red, yellow, white and other different colors covering the whole forest. The view of the national flower of Nepal in bloom is an experience that you should never let go. The lower area of the trail offers you the beautiful rhododendron view throughout the spring season.

If you trek to the base camp through Ghorepani Poon Hill Trek route, you will surely be awed by the mesmerizing view of rhododendrons.

Walk through rich vegetation

Did you know that the journey to Annapurna Base Camp takes you through wonderful greenery along the path? Right from the start of the trek, you will end up finding yourself amongst the green surroundings. The path meanders through mesmerizing rhododendron, bamboo forests in addition to other different plants. Walking to the base camp is truly a peaceful nature walk that offers a memorable experience of nature.

Perhaps the best part of the trip is without any doubt the vegetation. It feels amazing to walk through the green and rich vegetation.

Witness the sunrise over the Himalayas

There is nothing like seeing the magnificence of rising sun from behind the Himalayas. The hues cast upon the mountains reflect marvelous joys to your heart. Witnessing the sunrise from Poon Hill and Annapurna base camp has such an attraction to overwhelm anyone.

Waking up early morning for the sunrise and the views on mighty mountains is absolutely a best thing to do on the trek. Sunrise view over the Himalayas is unquestionably one of the fun facts to join Annapurna Base Camp.

The mesmerizing 360 degrees view of The Annapurna Panaroma

The Annapurna Base Camp Trek is a trek that is filled every step with the dazzling views and sights of the beautiful Annapurna massif and its several neighboring peaks. From the very start of the trek from Pokhara, unrivaled mountain peaks like the Machhapuchhre and the Nilgiri along with the massif of the Annapurna Himal grace the far off horizon in an amazing way.

The mountain range itself includes various tops with epic heights and great length that bound and border the area of Annapurna. Also, the vantage point of Poon Hill is one of the most popular vantage points of the district from where you can see the whole panorama of the Annapurna Himal spread out like beautiful upholstery.

Travelers normally visit the vantage point in the early dust to see the unforgettable phenomenon of the sunrise over the mighty peaks. The rays of the sun change the mesmerizing white of the Himalayas into a cascade of molten ember and it's so beautiful to watch.

River valley trek towards the sanctuary

The start and the final part of the trip is along the wonderful river valley. The Modi Khola that flows down the valley is originated in the sanctuary. Furthermore the path to the base camp follows a similar beautiful valley towards the destination. It is a memorable experience to walk along the river valley as you pay attention to the sounds of water streaming down the valley.

Annapurna Base Camp is the Himalayan Amphitheater

When you arrive at the Annapurna Base Camp after crossing the path through the river valley, you feel like you are in a fantasy land. The base camp is an amphitheater to observe the unrivaled charm of the mighty mountains in the surrounding. The stunning sanctuary of the mountains offers a majestic view of the surroundings. Sitting at the amazing base camp and enjoying the view is an unforgettable experience.

These fun facts will absolutely make the highlights of the trip. These are only some of the fun facts mentioned, there are such countless other superb attractions that come along the journey.

#facts about annapurna #mount everest #annapurna circuit trek #annapurna base camp trek #annapurna base camp height #annapurna mountain #annapurna base camp reviews

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jackaboi-sims · 2 years

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Future Challenges

So I figured I'd share all the challenges I have written down to do in the faaaar future, depending on how fast I get through them. (If I do)

These are all legacy challenges and there are 108 of them. I will try to tag the creators if I can. I know some of them are deactivated accounts. Some of them just won't link so I'll make sure to mention when they're deactivated.

-=+=-

Numbers:

20 Gen. Disney Princess • @ magick-sims

A Different Kind Of Jam • @ nadzicle

Alice in Wonderland • harleyquinnsims on ModTheSims

All That Weather • @ christiancloudy

Animal Crossing • @ asplashofsims

Animal Crossing • @ mysticallysims

Astrology Legacy • @ tainoodles

Autumn Legacy • @ mooshierooshie (Only has Gen 1 written so far)

Autumn Time • @ harvestton

Avatar Legacy • @ hessobbingincabo

Bad To Good • latenel on thesimsforums

Boba Tea • @ bestiejermaine

Cats And Dogs Flavor Legacy • @ viyaniah

Chromatic Legacy • @ starrynight-simblr

Cocoa Legacy • @ apollonsims

Colors Of Nature • @ gloamsims

Conspiracy Legacy • @ christiancloudy

Crayola Crayons • @ pixiegarden

Crybaby Whims • @ draeyad

Crystals Legacy • @ sinister-simister

Cycle of a Star Legacy • @ aboxfullofocs

Days Of The Week • @ simcloudlogic

Differences In The Family Tree • @ samtastic-sims

Disney Princess • @ bestiejermaine

Disney Sidekick • @ thedancingsim

Disney Villain • @ olivia-porta

Dungeons And Dragons • @ demonicrosebushsims

Eevee Legacy • @ bluupxls

Elements Legacy • @ simbee-archive (in the archive it's a tag option and you'll have to scroll down a bit but it's a text post and the one I'm referencing is the Updated Elements Legacy)

Elements Legacy • @ camisimming

Encanto Legacy • @ simswrapped

Everything BUT Normal Legacy • @ simsillie

Expansion Legacy • @ sims4expansionlegacy

Explorer Legacy • @ 1trashplant1 (Deactivated but the rules are easy to find)

F.R.I.E.N.D.S Legacy • ceinwynie on thesimsforums

Fairytale Legacy • just-a-space-guy blog (not tumblr)

Familiar Legacy • @ anxiousmoodlet

Family Dynamics • @ pastellapixels

Family Values • @ nuzzle-nip

Fine Line Legacy • @ misssimreno

Flower Legacy • @ kiwilyz

Flower Symbolism Legacy • @ coolunspokenforname

Follow The Yellow Brick Road • @ gottacatchemallsims

Fruit Legacy • @ simminglena

Garden Legacy 2 • @ cowplant-pizza

Gemstone Legacy • @ soundasleepsims

Generational Gardens Legacy • @ supernaturalsimmer34

Goth Rainbowcy • @ namea

Greek God Legacy • @ vesperzev

Halloween Legacy • @ anxiousplumbob

Harry Potter Legacy • @ clovervalley

Holiday Legacy • @ simssprout

Into The Woods • @ suxela (deactivated) @ simschallenges reposted

Isle Of The Midnight Sun • blanksim moved to @ softerhaze

It Girls Legacy • @ wlscarah

Life Berry Legacy • @ nothernobility

Lifelines And Legacies • @ urnooboo

Lifestyle Legacy • virtualee on wordpress

Loving Legacy • @ caththenerdo (Only has Gen 1 written so far)

Lucky 13 • @ iconsimmer

Marvel Legacy • @ midnight-whiskers

Mermaid Legacy • illusorythrall on wordpress

Mermaidia Legacy • @ hzele-archive

Mix'n'Match Legacy • @ starry-sky-sims

Mood Legacy • @ ciaobellasim

Mystical Legacy • @ phoinexviapink

Neighborhood Legacy • @ justkeeponsimming

Norse Mythology Legacy • @ lizardactuallysims

Not So Berry 2 • @ simmer-emsie

Not So Berry Expansion Legacy • @ Rebecka Karlsson on FB

Not So Berry • @ lilsimsie

Not So Berry Remix • @ ryebread-sims

Not So Berry Updated • @ sweetlysimss

Occult Legacy • @ serenabeaniesims

Olympus Legacy • @ honeyrose-sims

The Originals Legacy • @ happysimmer

Pastel Rainbowcy • @ sweetlysimss

Photograph Legacy • @ angrycupcakellama

Planets Legacy • @ connieefletcher

Planets Legacy • @ grnitefalls (deactivated) @ theworldof-sims-4-challanges reposted

Plumgo Legacy • @ plumgo

Post Card Legacy • @ sojuteatime

Rainbow Of Excellence • @ meggyreap

Rainbowsin Legacy • @ daisydezem

Secret Garden • @ sulx2

Seven Deadly Sins • @ simvanie

Sims In Bloom • @ a-sims-garden

So Sour Legacy • @ moresiana #sosourlegacy

Solar Legacy • @ neon-sims

Something Precious • @ precious-plumbobs

Sour Legacy • @ dizzywhims

So Sour Legacy • @ moresiana

Space Legacy • @ simsandstrawberries

Spice Of Life • @ niccymo

Spring into Summer; Fall into Winter • @ frecklesandpixels (deactivated) @ simmingbee reposted

Squishmallow Legacy • @ yeeyeecowboiiii

Star Story • @ phoinexviapink

Stardew Valley • @ chellplays

Stereotypes Legacy • @ carolinessimscreations (deactivated) @ jessimaysavefile reposted

Strike Out • @ spicasims

Such Colorful Lives • @ starry-sky-sims

Swiftacy Legacy • @ gillysims

Tea Legacy • @ stressedoutsimmer

Through The Ages • @ ericanoelle

Trinity Legacy • @ ayrthwil

TV Shows Legacy • @ simbee-archive

Undertale Legacy • @ melian

Very Berry Legacy • @ annymousstranger17

Whimsy Stories • @ kateraed

Whimsy Stories Expanded • @ lysiablr

Winx Legacy • @ macaroonsims

Wow We Love Space • @ hollisims

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And that is all 111 of them!

There is so many, I don't know where I'll find the time. If any of these are wrong or you can't find them please let me know and I'll fix this post, enjoy!

Also, tumblr doesn't like a lot of @'s so I split them up lol

ps: I put them into alphabetical order because I thought it looked nicer :)

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #legacy challenge #simblr #ts4 #ts4 simblr #sims 4 legacy challenge #ts4 gameplay

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precious-plumbobs · 3 years

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Something Precious: A Sims 4 Legacy

Welcome to my legacy challenge! I love this sort of game-play and wanted to create something that I would enjoy, and hopefully someone else will too! This is a ten generation legacy with each generation assigned something precious and a corresponding colour!

This is a WIP and I’d love feedback.

Please tag me if you try this out and use #somethingpreciouslegacy and most of all have fun!

Happy simming xo

Rules:

No cheats that will give you a game-play advantage

Use normal lifespan (or don’t, up to you tbh)

Start the challenge with a starter budget

Complete the aspiration, career and requirements to complete a generation

Generation One: Pearl

Colour: White

You left your small home town the moment you could, you wanted a blank slate to start fresh! You had been saving your money for as long as you can remember and could finally afford your first apartment! You wanted to take in everything the city had to offer: the food, the music and the locals. You find yourself, true love, and true happiness.

Creative

Perfectionist

Music Lover

City Native Aspiration

Critic Career

Level 10 Writing

Level 10 Singing

Complete the city poster collection

Complete the snow globe collection

Marry someone you meet in the city

All generations under the cut ❤

Generation Two: Amethyst

Colour: Purple

You grew up in the city and you cannot wait to leave, you won't miss it! (well, except for the food) You move out to your own little slice of nature. You want to be able to make the best food with the finest ingredients. They say you don’t know where your food comes from, but you do... Your garden! You still can’t help but be worried about ‘Big Brother’ and the powers that are controlling the food market and manipulating the ‘Sheeple’. It’s okay though, you can dance your worries away!

Genius

Dance Machine

Paranoid

Freelance Botanist Aspiration

Chef Career

Level 10 Cooking

Level 10 Baking

Level 5 Dance

Generation Three: Sapphire

Colour: Blue

Your parent was all about living off the land and you’re ready to take it to the extreme! You are ready to start the good fight and promote self-sufficiency! You move to Sulani to join the conservation effort and live your dream life. You try to spread positivity and optimism about our planet to everyone you meet (Even though sometimes you find it hard to keep a smile on your face). You always wanted children but the sim-world is already so overpopulated that you only have one.

Gloomy

Child of the Ocean

Loves the Outdoors

Friend of The World Aspiration

Conservationist Career

Level 10 Logic

Level 10 Fitness

Level 10 Charisma

Live in an “Off-the-Grid” lot in Sulani

Generation Four: Emerald

Colour: Green

Your parent shunned technology and limited power usage for the whole house, but you could not be more different. You love technology and can’t wait to see what advancements you can make. You can’t get enough, revelling in technology in all its forms. You never liked the ocean, the way the seaweed would cling to your feet YUCK! You hop on a flight to Britechester and you can tell you’re taking your first steps down the right path for you: a path paved in money and circuit boards.

Materialistic

Squeamish

Vegetarian

Nerd Brain Aspiration

Engineer Career

Level 10 Rocket Science

Level 10 Handiness

Level 10 Programming

Level 10 Video Gaming

Attend University and join the Bot club

Never move back to Sulani

Generation Five: Citrine

Colour: Yellow

You grew up in a household that surrounded you with the marvels of technology but your grandparent had also taught you about the gifts we get from Mother Earth. It is your mission in life to combine the two! You want to use your knowledge and drive to work up the ranks and make Evergreen Harbour the best it can be, under your leadership of course. Your handmade goods are super eco-friendly and simply the best around (if you do say so yourself).

Clumsy

Ambitious

Cheerful

Eco Innovator Aspiration

Civil Designer Career

Level 10 Fabrication

Max Juice Fizzing

Maintain a “Green” neighbourhood

Dumpster dive for most of your furniture

Be close to your grandparent (Gen 3)

Generation Six: Amber

Colour: Orange

Your parent was always having to pander to other people: begging for votes and listening to what other people wanted.. No thank you! You want to answer to no one, you should be your own boss (as well as everyone else's!). You join the business career because you know you can get your way to the tippy-top! In your free time you always listen to your mantra: Work hard, play harder. You’re famous for your legendary parties and everyone knows that when you show up (with your guitar, obviously) it’s going to be a BELTER! Who has time for a family on top of that?! Anyway, here’s Wonderwall...

Hates Children

Self-Assured

Glutton

Party Animal Aspiration

Business Career

Level 10 Mixology

Level 10 Guitar

Meet someone at a party which leads to an unplanned pregnancy: it’s twins! (You may cheat for this)

Generation Seven: Garnet

Colour: Red

You did not see much of your parent growing up, it was almost as if they didn’t even like you..? You want to give your children a loving home, where there is no doubt how much you love them. Your twin sibling is your best friend in the whole world and you somehow still always manage a regular date-night with your spouse. You made an interesting choice for your career: parent by day and super spy by night! You overheard all about the kind of shady business dealings that happen behind closed doors as a child and now seek to use espionage for good! Being able to protect priceless art is also a bonus. Both sides of you require a level of calm and patience which is why you practice yoga to help keep you centered.

Romantic

Childish

Art Lover

Super Parent Aspiration

Secret Agent Career

Level 10 Parenting

Level 10 Wellness

Be close to all your children and sibling

Have regular date-nights with spouse

Generation Eight: Onyx

Colour: Black

You were raised to believe that you could do anything, and you were absolutely doted on by your parent. Which may have meant that you grew up not taking much responsibility for your actions... (or your messes, oops!). You want every sim to know your name: you want billboards and millions of followers and everything else! You move to Del Sol Valley and work hard to become one of the best-known actors in the world. You also make sure you upload regular videos updating your fans on your favourite fanfics, ships and theories.

Geek

Slob

Kleptomaniac

World Famous Celebrity Aspiration

Acting Career

Level 10 Acting

Level 5 Media Production

Regularly upload videos

Five-Star celebrity

Live in Del Sol Valley

Marry a fellow celebrity

Generation Nine: Rose Quartz

Colour: Pink

You grew up in your parent’s shadow, the spotlight always on them. You needed to get away from the press and the fans that followed your family. The only companionship you could rely on was that of your pets (and snacks of course). You love every animal you ever meet, they just get you. You never feel like you can connect with people as easily as you can with your patients. You open your own vet clinic to help as many animals as you can!

Unflirty

Proper

Foodie

Friend of the Animals Aspiration

Own a vet clinic

Level 10 Veterinary

Level 5 Training

Always have a pet

Live in Brindleton Bay

Generation Ten: Opal

Colour: Rainbow

You are tenth in a long legacy of precious sims! May the legacy live FOREVER! Mwahaha! You want to become a powerful vampire so that the legacy can live on with you forever! But it doesn’t mean you have to conform to the vampy stereotype (looking at you Vlad). You love colour and making people laugh and want to be able to be a ray of sunshine, NOT LITERALLY!

Goofball

Cheerful

Bookworm

Master Vampire Aspiration

Entertainer Career: Comedian Branch

Level 10 Comedy

Level 15 Vampire Lore

Become a master vampire

Live forever

I’ll be playing through and posting screenshots here! I’m kinda testing as I go so please let me know if you run in to any problems!

I’ve created a googledoc to easily track rules and progress here

Happy Simming! :)

#thesims #thesims4 #legacychallenge #maxismatchccworld #sims4challenges #somethingpreciouslegacy #thesims4challenges #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #new legacy challenge #sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims 4 challenge #new legacy #legacy rules

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thatsgay-writes · 3 years

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Catra x twin!sister reader where reader travels in alot of planets to find her sister and when she landed on etheria she explored the whispering woods and found melog, with their help she found glimmer and she led her to her castle and she finally met her sister. Catra wasn't pleased about it thinking that her family abounded her she just pushes reader away and goes to her room. Reader stays and went to deal with catra. They talked (mostly arguing) and in the end catra and reader hugs and they became very dear friends.

(I'm basically making you a nicer version of Catra with super girl powers (which you don't use in the story) and Lena Luthor as your wife because why not. I am also putting everyone in their early to late 20s... I also forgot to add Melog :( sorry.)

"Space log, day... 2000?" You mumble as you speak into the recorder on your ship. "It's been... 4 years since my son was born. 8 years since my people finally fully integrated with the civilization of our sister planet. 10 years since I renounced my royal title. 12 years since I met the love of my life. 16 years since my home world was destroyed by the Horde and my parents were killed. And... 24 years since I have last seen my baby sister." You breath out, having lost hope after so many years of things going wrong. "Lena and Madden have stayed on the planet Oa while I explore this last planet. It appeared almost 2 years ago and was the last place the Horde had ever been. Who or whatever is on the planet must be powerful." "This... This will be the final planet I explore. I have no hope of seeing my sister again." God you were so tired of the disappointment you felt every time you couldn't find your sister. "Happy 26th birthday." You mumble out as you get closer to the new planet. "End log."

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"This is spaceship Kr 97. Requesting permission to land. I repeat requesting permission to land." You spoke into your radio, hoping to hear anything back. Maybe this planet didn't have the technology yet for radios? "If anyone can hear me. My name is Y/n and I come in peace. I will be landing my ship on your planet and will wait 2 days before exploring on my own." You say into your radio before putting it back where it had been hanging and controlling your ship into the planets atmosphere. It was a little bit of a bumpy landing but you landed your ship just fine on the outskirts of what seemed to be a forest. You set a 48 hour alarm on your phone. You weren't sure how the people or creatures of the planet told time, so you just stuck with what you knew. It had kept you alive so far anyways.

"Alrighty." You say to yourself as you step off of your ship. You take a deep breath as you feel the yellow sun power you up. "48 hours, let's get to work."

---

You spent the next two days cleaning up in and around your spaceship, setting up a camp, and watching how the forest worked so you knew what you could eat and what you couldn't. You had been sitting on the ground relaxing when you hear your timer go off. You click the loud noise off and stand up, grabbing the bag you had prepared. While learning the forest, you had seen some villages that seemingly lead towards somewhere and you had decided that the best course of action was to hop from village to village to see if their was a kingdom or something of that nature that you could get into contact with. You just hoped everyone was nice and that this wouldn't be a hard planet to navigate.

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The first town you enter seems to be a farming village. You can tell because you had to walk through fields and saw, what you assume, were the livestock on the planet. You stood behind some trees for a while as you assessed how the villagers acted. You watched as kids ran around playing with their friends, shopkeepers and homeowners leaving their windows open in the nice weather, clearly not scared of being robbed. You decide that it's safe enough to enter and you have your powers to back you up incase things go wrong. It was weird because the planet had 3 moons and only 1 sun, usually planets had the suns out number moons but it was enough. You fix your cloak over your ears and tuck them back so they wouldn't be noticeable or a defining characteristic if things went sideways.

You walk slowly through the village, having expected to get some attention from your large black robe. And you do get some curious looks but it's mainly all friendly smiles. You are almost halfway through the village, aiming to enter one of the shops and ask around, when a something hits your leg. You look down and see a ball a few inches in front of your foot. You pick it up, making sure to retract your claws, and hold it out to the toddler who was staring at you and his ball. "Here you go." You say to him as you hold the ball out and shake it a little so his attention goes to it. He waddles up to you and takes the ball from you. He stares at it for a few seconds before making motions with his hands, wanting you to hold him.

Without hesitating, you pick him up and hold him close to your chest. "Where is your mother, kitten?" You ask him as he reaches up to play with your ear that were still under your hood. "Kitty!" He squeals as he knocks the hood off your head and you hear an audible gasp from behind you. "Oh my gosh, Catra I am so sorry! We didn't think you were visiting till next week. We would have prepared a feast for you and the rest of the princesses." You turn around and see an elderly looking man, who's eyes widen at the sight of you. "Have you gotten taller and cut your hair again?" He asks confused. You give him a small smile, "I'm sorry but I'm not this Catra you speak of. Are you saying there is someone similar looking to me on your planet?" You ask and the man gives you a weird look when you call it his planet but slowly nods his head. You feel hope for the first time in years and eagerly ask the man if you could stay near the town till she came next week. He gave you a bit of a weird look, not sure who you were now and unsure of your intentions, even though your reaction was positive. "Sure."

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After returning the toddler to his mother, you basically sprinted back to your ship in excitement. "Lena! Lena!" You shout happily into the radio on your ship. Time is a little different on the planet as the sun was just starting to set but it would already be completely dark on Oa. But by your clock it was only 9, so Lena and Madden should still be awake. "Y/n?" You hear your name crackle through the radio and a smile appears on your face. "Lena you'll never believe it! There is someone on this planet that supposedly looks just like me and vice versa!" You say into the radio, feeling like a kid on Nova day. "I think it's her... I hope its her." You say as you image seeing your sister again for the first time in 24 years. "I'm so happy for you y/n! We will start making preparations to join you soon." You bite your lip in thought. "Maybe you should wait... I just wouldn't want to overwhelm her, you know?" You can almost hear Lena nodding on the other end of the phone. "That makes sense, we'll plan to leave by the end of the week if everything goes well."

"Geez I love you so much." You mumble with a wide grin. "And Madden too. Is he still up?" "No he fell asleep a few minutes before you radioed, he spent all day playing." "Oh well, tell him I love him and I'll radio back in the morning." "Okay, bye." "Bye."

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"We need to be very careful about this." Glimmer says as she and the best friend squad enter the village who sent a letter the day before about someone who looked like Catra in their village. "We already knew that there were other people out there but as we already know not all of them are friendly." Catra walks next to Adora, numbly nodding along. Could this be it? Could she finally learn where she came from? Everyone else in the Horde had been born into it and Adora had come through a portal but no one really knew where Catra was from. "Are you okay?" Adora asked as she squeezed Catra's hand, nervous at how silent her girlfriend was. Catra just mutely nods back.

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"This planet is simply marvelous!" The group hears you laugh out after being greeted by the village leader. "They look almost just like you Catra." Bow comments as they watch your tall figure move around as you play with the kids of the village and let them climb all over you. "Y/n!" You hear someone call your name and turn to see the village leader standing with a group of people and... Catra. They watch as you freeze and let your mouth fall open in shock. You set the kids down and encourage them to go play together. You walk towards the group with a smile. You go down the line of friends shaking their hands and introducing yourself, ignoring their looks of surprise, before finally reaching Catra. "Wow..." You breathe out in absolute awe. You can feel your eyes get misty the longer you stare at her. "You look so much like mom." You say with a watery laugh that completely sets Catra off.

"Who are you?" She asks as she pushes her finger into your chest making you take a step back. "What? Catra, I'm your sibling. I thought the similarities would make that clear." She glares at you and you can feel the whole village watching the interaction. "Just because we look similar doesn't mean anything." You move quickly and grab her right hand and hold it up next to your left one, both birthmarks showing.

You watch as Catra freezes. Her face and body come to a complete stop as her eyes flicker between the identical birthmarks and your face. "I know you must have questions and I do too. But I have spent the last 8 years going all across the galaxy looking for you and right now all I want is a hug... Please?" You get out as you let go of Catra's hand only for her to push you away one last time and storm into a temporary tent that had been set up for the best friend squad.

You take a second to take a breath before following after her. "I wouldn't follow after her, she needs time to cool down." A blonde, Adora, said to you as she placed a hand on your should to stop you. "I've dealt with people with anger issues before." You say as you brush her hand off. "I know how to handle this." You say and walk towards the tent again, not giving anyone a chance to stop you.

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"You can't hide away in here sister." You say as you enter the tent, dodging a pillow that was thrown at your head. "Don't call me that." She mumbled angrily. "And why not, you are my sister are you not? I mean everyone saw the birth mark." Catra stands up angrily. "If you were my sister, you would have spent longer than 8 years looking for me! And how can you even compare me to this "mom" that I know absolutely nothing about!? Where are they anyways, huh? Where's great old mom and dad that I have spent the last 25 years not knowing about!" She unloads onto you and your feel your heartbreak at how disheveled she looked. You shouldn't have assumed everything would be smiles and laughs when the two of you first met.

"26." "Huh?" "You're... We're 26. Our birthday was 2 days ago." "So I don't even know my own birthday!" Catra explodes. "Get out." She says suddenly and quietly. "What?" "I said get out." She repeats and you shake your head at her. "I'm not leaving." You watch as Catra's hair stand up. "I am giving you one last warning, get out now or I will do something I might not regret." You cross your arms and stare her down. "I have spent the last 8 years planet hopping with my family looking for you. I. Am. Not. Leaving."

Catra jumps at you suddenly, attempting to scratch, hit, kick, do anything to make you leave the tent. Instead of doing what she wanted, you just wrapped her in a tight hug and sat on the ground. You stay like that for a while, her trying to hold back sobs and angry tears before finally letting go and you just rubbing circles on her back to try and calm her down. "Why?" Is all she says after almost an hour of being in that position. "Why what?" "Why now?" You let out a sad sigh at her question. "Mom and Dad are dead, killed by the Horde Prime and his followers when I was 10." You can feel Catra flinch at how blunt you were and the fact that she had worked for the Horde only a few years ago. "You had already been missing for 8 years at that point, multiple search teams being sent out but none could find you." You squeeze Catra tighter as you feel yourself relive all the grief that you carried for the past 16 years.

"I managed to get most of our people off the planet and to our sister planet before the Horde completely destroyed everything. Got everyone situated on that planet, met the love of my life, renounced my claim to any throne, and finally I started looking for you." It's silent for a few minutes as Catra absorbed everything you said. "So..." You asked as you wiped your tears off your face. "What about you?"

You and Catra spent the rest of the night and next day sharing stories about your childhood and how differently but similar the two of you had grown up. You even got to tease her about Adora and the fact that you were, technically, her older sister by 2 minutes. You were also very excited when you got to show Catra around the ship you had taken to get to Etheria.

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"So I am guessing everything went well?" Lena asked over the radio after you finally called her about coming to Etheria. "It was a little rocky at the beginning but we smoothed things over... She's great Lena, you guys are gonna love each other." You say with a giant smile on your face as you look at Catra who was relaxing in the copilot seat next to you.

#Catra x reader #x reader #spop #spop x reader #she ra and the princess of power fanart #she ra and the princesses of power x reader #platonic

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honey-dewey · 3 years

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Soulmate Imagines

Another short not drabbles but not full stories either! I was completely inspired by a post made by @absurdthirst and really really wanted to write the boys in these scenarios! So I completely ignored both of my active WIPS and wrote this instead. Oops? Enjoy these long and indulgent soulmate imagines!

Total Word Count: 5,179

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

Din Djarin:

Soul Tattoo AU

“Shit!”

You hummed, turning your head over, vision fuzzy. Din was rushing around the Crest, and you could see red painting his beskar. Was he hurt? You tried to stand, and then it hit you. Oh. You were hurt.

“Din,” you rasped out, blinking as his fuzzy image came into more clarity.

Din looked at you, helmet trained on your face. “Cyar’ika,” he said, taking your cold hands. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got run over by a herd of Banthas,” you said, shifting and wincing. “What happened?”

“Bomb,” Din explained, gesturing to your torso, where you were wearing a thin robe and nothing else. “Hit your side. Patched you up best I could.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. “Did it scar?”

Din hesitated. “Some of it will. Nothing on your back though.”

Relief flooded you. You had no idea why you were so worried about your soul tattoo, but you were. The beautiful star map to Aq Ventina spanned your entire back, from shoulders to tailbone, the sides creeping over your waist. You’d done research about Aq Ventina years ago, when the curiosity had finally peaked. You’d read up on the history and knew that it no longer existed, decimated by a droid attack decades before you’d even known it existed.

“It’s a beautiful tattoo,” Din said softly, out of nowhere.

“Thank you,” you said, looking at his helmet. “It’s my soul tattoo.”

Din nodded. “I figured.”

And that was the last it was spoken of for almost five months. The next time it was relevant was during a two day long bounty hunt, when Din left to shower and you sat in your shared inn room, cooing at Grogu.

The shower water turned off, and you heard Din drying off. Then he called your name.

“Yeah?”

“Come here.”

Worried, you stood and headed to the bathroom. “Din?”

“Come here.” His voice bordered on urgent, and you immediately shoved the door open.

You were met with Din, completely shirtless yet still wearing the helmet, in the bathroom, no urgent problem in sight. However, instead of being mad, you were focused entirely on the tattoo that spread across Din’s back.

It was identical to yours.

“Din?” Your voice was tiny, so apprehensive.

He sighed, looking at you and taking your hands. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier,” he said. “But Aq Ventina was my home, so you have to understand that it was odd and a bit painful seeing the star map on your back.”

You nodded. “We’re soulmates,” you breathed. “I didn’t even know you had a soul tattoo.”

Din chuckled. “It’s not like I expose much skin,” he reasoned.

That drew a laugh out of you. “Yeah. But still.” Your fingers danced over the exposed edge of the star map that crept over Din’s side. “Soulmates.”

Din nodded, resting his forehead against your head. “Soulmates,” he agreed. “But only if you’ll have me.”

You smiled. “As if I could ever say no.”

Marcus Moreno:

Color Soulmate AU

To say you were stressed was an understatement. A huge project for Heroics was cradled in your arms, all sorts of papers and binders and information you were carrying to the filing room to be sorted. The stack was tall, which was probably why you didn’t see your boss until you ran directly into him.

“Fuck!” You shouted as you fell on your back, folders going everywhere. Marcus Moreno, your boss, was toppled next to you, also swearing.

“I am so sorry!” You said hurriedly, scrambling to gather the papers, eyes focused on your task. “I really should’ve looked where I was going and-“ you looked up, shock killing your words.

Marcus’s eyes were brown. Very very brown.

You gasped, your task entirely forgotten. “Oh.”

Marcus was staring at you with just as much shock as you were staring at him with. “Oh,” he echoed.

Your fragile moment was shattered by the click of heels and another employee coming over to check on you, her voice frantic.

“We’re fine,” Marcus reassured, standing and dusting himself off. Without saying anything else, he walked quickly away.

Once all the files were secure, you headed back to your desk and pulled out a small box of crayons. You’d never seen color, not ever, so this would be interesting. At least it would be if your hands would stop shaking.

One of your coworkers, Matt, came up to you as you used a teal crayon, marveling at the color. “Oh? You met your soulmate?”

You nodded, looking up and noticing the vibrant purple color to Matt’s tie. “Yeah. Bumped into him in the hall. Literally.”

Matt grinned. “Who is it?”

You cringed, the embarrassment setting in. “Mr. Moreno.”

“Mr. Moreno?” Matt practically yelled. “He’s our boss!”

“Yeah, I know!” You retaliated, checking your clock and scrambling up. “Fuck! I gotta go, that huge meeting is in ten.”

Matt smiled. “Good luck!”

Despite Matt’s wishes, you were fairly certain the presentation was a disaster. Marcus was missing, which was odd, and you ended up tripping over your words and getting a huge migraine halfway through the presentation. After sheepishly explaining the scenario, you were told to go home and adjust, you could redo the presentation tomorrow.

Of course, tomorrow was just as bad. Marcus was actually present, wearing a yellow tie that kept distracting you and forcing your words out in a jumble.

After the train wreck of a presentation, you decided this was a situation that called for a large hot chocolate. Getting one and settling in the cafeteria, you sighed, swirling your drink with a spoon. You were a certifiable mess.

The creaking of the chair brought your attention back to planet earth, and you looked up, nearly choking on your spit. “Mr. Moreno!”

“Please, I think we should be on a first name basis,” Marcus said. “So.”

“So.”

Marcus tapped the table. “I’m sorry I ran off yesterday. I just, well, I haven’t seen color since my- Since Clara died.”

You nodded. “I understand if you don’t want this,” you murmured, looking back down at your drink. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Marcus asked. “No! I’m, well, a little excited.”

That shocked you. “Excited?”

“Yeah.” Marcus nodded. “Excited. Missy’s over the moon, of course.”

You grinned. “Thanks. Sorry I’m so nervous. I’ve never seen any of this before.”

“Really?” Marcus said. “Oh I definitely know what we’re doing first.”

“What?”

Marcus smiled, taking your hands. “You’re going to love sunsets.”

Max Phillips:

Black Mark Soulmate AU

“Oh no.”

You stared at your boss with nothing short of mild fear. Max fucking Phillips. There was no goddamn way. You’d known him very briefly in college, but this, this was unexpected.

He smiled at the employees, shaking hands as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

As if his right palm wasn’t the color of fresh stained ink.

He walked up to you, holding out his ink stained hand. You were hesitant to accept. After all, your right hand was equally black. But handshakes were common, very common among soulmate meets. Max Phillips was not your soulmate.

You were able to tell yourself that until the moment your hands touched, the blackness turning into a beautiful swirl of bright colors.

Max’s eyes widened as he looked at you. “Your hand.”

“Yours too,” you said, letting go of Max’s hand and letting him examine the watercolor of reds and purples that spread across his skin.

Max took a nervous breath. “No. Something must be wrong.”

You were shocked. “Max. Is it really that bad?”

“You don’t understand!” Max snapped, scaring you a tiny bit. He leaned closer, so you could see the devilish gleam in his eyes. “I have no soul.”

Your blood chilled as you saw the overly sharp teeth and the hint of red behind the deep brown in Max’s eyes. “Max.”

But he was gone, disappeared from right in front of you. Blinking a few times, you turned to your computer, determined to uncover the truth about your mysterious boss and the still tingling rainbow of colors on your palm.

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales:

Countdown Soulmate AU

The countdown timer was surprisingly unnerving.

Actually, was it really that surprising? It was counting down to the most important day pretty much ever. Yours had always had years and years, much longer than any of your friends, but you didn’t mind. That was just more time to prepare.

Of course, when you woke up one day to find that the timer that had read seven months suddenly read twelve hours, you freaked the hell out. Taking deep breaths, you calmed yourself and got dressed, texting your best friend and asking him when he wanted you over for movie night. He responded with eight, and promised that you’d love his friends.

With one last deep breath and a glance around your apartment, you left for the day.

And ended up with a popped tire on the side of the road ten minutes before eight.

Screaming your frustration into the night darkened woods and frightening some poor birds, you sighed and called roadside service. An hour, at least, before they could get to you.

Your next call went to Benny, who you apologized to and told him you’d make it up to him.

Your final call was to no one. You simply sat back in your car and waited for roadside service while you tapped away at some mind numbing game you’d downloaded on a whim.

Headlights were visible in the distance not even ten minutes later, which shocked you and then worried you. Who the hell was out on this road this late at night? Were you about to be murdered? Who would find your body? Would Benny still hold true to his promise and wear a lime green tutu to your funeral?

The car stopped when it saw you, and your anxiety skyrocketed. You quickly texted Benny one last time and locked your car.

“Hey!” A few sharp knocks and a face in the window. “Do you need help?”

You were trembling, trying to keep a brave face. “Tire popped.”

“Oh.” The voice sounded genuinely worried. “That sucks. Where are you headed?”

“A friend’s house.”

“Did you call roadside?”

“An hour.”

“Oof. Hungry?”

“What?” You looked over, seeing the dimly lit silhouette of a man holding up what was probably a granola bar. “Yeah actually, I am.”

The man’s cheeks lit up, and you assumed he was smiling. “Well you’re gonna have to open up if you want it.”

You hesitantly cracked the door and watched the man step back. The car lights illuminated him fully, revealing a very attractive man holding a slightly squished granola bar.

Turning in the seat so that your legs were hanging out the car, you took the offered food, smiling as you ate. “Lord this is good! Thank you!”

The man shrugged. “No problem. I’m Frankie.”

You mumbled your name around the granola bar, and then froze as your wrist burned warm and then cold, a clattering alerting you to the fact that your timer had fallen off.

And from the look on Frankie’s face, so had his.

He looked back up at you, seemingly nervous. “So can I get in the car now? I promise I’m not a creep.”

You nodded, still slightly shocked as Frankie got into your car, sitting in the passenger seat. It was silent for a minute before you spoke. “So. Soulmates.”

“Soulmates,” Frankie agreed. “I’m glad I shared that granola bar with you.”

Your phone pinged, and you swore softly, answering Benny’s text and then rereading it. “Do you, by any chance, know a Benny Miller?”

“Yeah,” Frankie said. “I was headed to his place when I saw you.”

“Me too.” You showed him the text, which read ‘Dude! Be careful! My buddy Frankie’s coming along, so if you get attacked, he’ll totally protect you. Also, totally not wearing that tutu because you’re not dying first.’

Frankie smiled. “You’re in on the tutu thing too?”

You laughed. “Oh god! Not you too!”

“Yeah!” Frankie said, laughing along with you. “Benny totally already has it, y’know.”

You sighed. “Damn. That’s wild.”

The hour until roadside service arrived was filled with stories and bonding. After your car was towed, you got in Frankie’s truck and headed to Benny’s, arm in arm.

“Hey, Frankie found the murder victim!” Benny said happily, opening the door. “Oh shit, dudes I was starting to get worried about you.”

Frankie shook his head. “Actually, it couldn’t have played out better.”

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels:

First Words Soulmate AU

You sighed, taking a breath. Today you were meeting your baby brother’s coworkers at a work party. It wasn’t supposed to be so damn nerve wracking, but your stomach was a ball of anxiety. “Danny, are you sure about this?”

Danny, or as he was better known at work, Tequila, nodded. “Hell yeah, it’ll be fun.”

You tugged your bracelet, trying to cover the words winding across your wrist.

What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?

The Statesman Fourth of July party was apparently a big deal. There were sure as hell a lot of people. You stuck by Danny’s side, smiling at his coworkers and eventually sitting with a woman named Ginger. She was nice, and when Danny wandered off to flirt with someone, she stayed with you, giving you names to attach to faces.

“Oh, and that’s Jack,” she said, pointing to someone talking to Champ. “One of the longest lasting agents we have.”

You eyed Jack. He was handsome, especially with that cowboy hat. He must’ve noticed your staring, because he wandered over and sat down at the table.

“So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”

You took a breath, gripping the hem of your shorts and trying to think without looking awkward. A thousand responses rushed through your head, and you finally picked one you hoped wasn’t weird. “I dunno cowboy, why do you ask?”

Jack recoiled as if he’d just had ice water poured on his head. Ginger stood, shocked as Jack ran away. “What just happened?”

You were nearly speechless, tears starting to well up. “I think my soulmate just ran away from me.”

After a good long crying session in which you sobbed openly into Danny’s jacket and he vowed to absolutely murder Jack, Ginger gently explained Jack’s past with his previous soulmate. Which sent you into another round of crying and made Danny even more pissed.

He ended up taking you home early to watch shitty movies and eat tons of ice cream, comforting you as you numbly ate half a pint of Ben and Jerry’s on the couch.

When he left for work the next day, you made him swear not to hurt Jack.

You got a call from Ginger two hours later telling you to come pick Danny up.

Marching into Statesman again, you found Ginger at the entrance, lips pressed tight. She led you to the infirmary, where Danny was proudly sporting a black eye and a split lip. Jack was laying in a bed next to him, pressing ice to his cheek.

“Control your fucking brother!” He yelled as soon as he saw you, sitting up in the bed. “He nearly killed me!”

“Oh shut the fuck up!” You snapped back. “You best be glad I’m not petty, or else I’d have let him kill you.”

Jack was, wisely, silent as you helped Danny up and out of the building. Danny was also silent, but was definitely smug about it.

“Y’know I totally won that fight,” he said as you exited the building.

You sighed. “Sure. Whatever. Let’s go home.”

The next day, you got a call from an unknown number.

“This is Jack,” the voice on the other end said when you picked up. “I’m calling to apologize for beating your brother up.”

“Apparently he won the fight.”

Jack snorted. “Sure he did. Look, I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.”

A pause. “Cool. See you around.”

“Yeah. See you.”

He hung up first, leaving you with a dead hole in your chest. When you would see that cowboy again, you didn’t know, but when you did, oh boy was he in for it from you.

Ezra:

Pain Sharing Soulmate AU

You were screaming.

Well, screaming may not have been the word to describe the feeling. No, the agony in your right arm was numbing pain, the kind of pain that brought out animalistic noises and made spots dance across your vision. You writhed on the floor, clutching your upper arm and begging someone, anyone, to make the pain stop. A few nurses you worked with tried to dose you with painkillers, but nothing could touch soulmate pain.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the pain began to fade. You’d had some aches in that arm after a stab that was really painful and you’d assumed some kind of injury that your soulmate had sustained was being treated. But that, that harsh, indescribable pain that had you sweating and panting on the floor with your head spinning, you had no explanation for that.

After that, the nurses set you up in the break room with fluids and a light snack. Your right arm still hurt like hell, but it was manageable now. As time passed, the pain passed, until it was no more than a dull ache once more, with some odd numbness that lingered in your fingertips.

Of course, on the day you decided to try working for a few hours, your soulmate went and got himself fatally injured again.

Gasping and falling sideways, you gritted your teeth through a scream as your gut lit on fire, as if someone had driven a knife into your belly. It was the second time in three days that your soulmate had put you through this. What the hell was he doing?

Yet again, you were put in a room to wait out the pain, probably scaring patients with your sobs and pleads for any merciful god to put you out of your misery. This pain refused to fade, and you completely missed the wail of emergency sirens as a new patient in critical condition arrived.

Eventually, finally, the pain forced you unconscious.

You woke a few days later, breathing deeply as you realized you weren’t in any pain. The faint voice of a doctor met your ears as you slowly regained your senses.

“We’re all shocked they survived. With pain like that, I surely wouldn’t have been as strong as they were. First it was their arm, and then their stomach. We still don’t really know what happened.”

The doctor turned to you, and smiled when he noticed your open eyes. “Finally, you’re awake. We have someone who wants to talk to you.”

You grumbled, trying to string together the past few days. “What?”

The doctor gestured to a man sitting in the other bed in the room. “This is Ezra, our critical patient from a few days ago.”

“I was too busy being stabbed in the stomach to notice any crit patients,” you pointed out.

“Yes, well,” the doctor said with a smile. “He may have some answers for you.”

You sat up, rubbing your aching head and facing the other man in the room.

He looked like hell, face sunken and shining with post injury sweat. You reasoned that you probably didn’t look much better. But the interesting thing about the man was his bandage wrapped right arm. Or more accurately, his lack of an arm that was wrapped in bandages.

“Hi Ezra,” you said slowly, rubbing your temples. “Is this my headache or yours?”

Ezra chuckled. “I think it’s yours,” he said. “I can’t feel any of my own pain right now.”

You sighed. “Doc, can I get some painkillers? I got a headache.”

The doctor nodded, grabbing a few pills, but you shook your head. “The good shit, please.”

Smiling, the doctor picked up a syringe and lifted your left arm, considering your right still felt a bit numb. “Countdown?”

“Nah.”

The doctor gave you the painkillers, and you watched Ezra wince at the pinch from the needle as it hit your skin. Laying back as the painkillers took effect, you sighed, looking at Ezra. “I’d love to stay and chat,” you murmured sleepily. “But this stuff works fast.”

Ezra smiled. “Don’t worry songbird,” he said. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

Javier Peña:

Soulmate’s Name on Wrist AU

“Get up! New client!”

You groaned, adjusting your top and trotting into the hall, standing with the group of women waving and giggling at the new client. He looked up at your group, a light grin on his face.

“He’s cute,” you said to the woman next to you.

She nodded. “He’s a regular at places like this,” she said. “Says his name’s Javier.”

You froze, the small name tattooed on the inside of your wrist practically burning. “Javier? He got a last name?”

“Not that he’ll share.”

In the end, you were Javier’s lucky victim, mostly because when he asked your name and you responded, his watch-covered wrist twitched. So he was your soulmate. Or at least you were his. He showed you bliss, paid you handsomely, and left without a word but with a spark.

Two weeks later, you ran into him again. You’d been in touch with a man at the US embassy about cartel stuff, mostly that the cartels had been reaching out to people like you and you wanted to stay safe, and the man had invited you to come over and give a statement. You were hesitant, of course, but the man looked kind enough, and the other employees knew him well enough that you felt secure.

“This is my partner, agent Peña,” the man said as he gestured you into a room. “But,” he said slowly, eyeing the bare name on your wrist. “I think you knew that already.”

“I did.”

Javier took a breath. “Can we get this done with?” He said, trying to sound annoyed but only succeeding at stressed.

Your statement was quiet and precise, and before you knew it, Javier was walking you out.

“Javier,” you tried.

“Don’t,” Javier growled. “Just go, forget you ever met me.”

“I can’t!” You all but yelled, grabbing his wrist so he couldn’t walk off. “I’ve been wearing your name since the day I was born, you think I can just forget all of that?”

Javier was quiet. “You think I want a soulmate?” He asked quietly, and you froze.

“I’m sorry?”

“No!” Javier growled, shaking his head. “I mean, fuck. This job, if they find out you’re connected to me, they’ll kill you.”

Your blood went cold, but you kept your composure. “Hate to break it to you,” you said, shoving Javier’s sleeve up and exposing your name written on his wrist. “But we’re already connected.”

From that day forward, you were under protection. You quit your job, moved reluctantly to an apartment that was secured by the embassy, and barely left the brand new apartment for anything. The war on drugs dragged on, and every so often, Javier would shuffle across the hall and find solace in your arms, always leaving before dawn.

One night, after a particularly hard day, you and him were tangled together on the couch, name wrists pressed against each other. Your skin burned and prickled at the intimate contact, but Javier was so lost he didn’t even notice.

“Javi?”

“Hm?”

You smoothed through his hair. “Will we ever be safe enough to be soulmates?”

Javier was quiet. “I don’t know.”

You sighed. “One day, I hope we will.”

Another long silence, and then Javier spoke up. “Me too.”

That morning, you woke up in his arms instead of in an empty bed, wondering exactly how life would shake out now that you had fallen in love with your soulmate.

Maxwell Lord:

Dream Sharing Soulmate AU

“I’m going to cry,” you groaned, pressing your head to the table. “He hasn’t slept in days.”

Your coworker, Ellie, sighed. “Hon, you just gotta keep trying. Go home, rest up. Get some sleep.”

You stood. Ellie was right. Just because Max wasn’t sleeping didn’t mean you had to punish yourself. You’d been going rounds with him for months, and it was really starting to weigh on your own sleep schedule. All you needed, all you wanted was to go home and sleep for days to correct your broken internal clock.

Your apartment was cold when you got back, and you quickly fiddled with the thermostat before stripping and falling into bed, cuddling up with the blankets and falling asleep almost immediately.

Just as with every night your soulmate didn’t sleep, you didn’t have a soul dream. Instead, you had your regular dreams, all nonsensical and silly. You woke up at one point to eat before falling back into bed, still exhausted.

This time, your dreams were different. You were in a soul dream, which meant he was finally sleeping.

“Max!”

No response as you ran around the elementary school, but you quickly skidded to a stop, seeing bullies mock a young boy for his lunch. That was your Max as a child, and you immediately rushed to his aide.

“Max.”

The real Max, the one who was asleep right now, looked at you with worry, finally tearing his eyes off the bullies. “You.”

“Me,” you said softly. “You need more sleep.”

Max shrugged. You knew who he was, after all, who didn’t? But the suave businessman you knew on TV was very different from the scared man you knew from your dreams. “Wasn’t tired.”

“For three days?” You asked. “Max, that isn’t healthy.” You felt a tug on your gut, a signal that your dream was starting. “C’mon.” You held a hand out, offering Max a reprieve. “My dreams are kind.”

He accepted, taking your hand as you led him to your dreams. In your subconscious reality, you were a child again, laughing and ice skating with your parents.

“Can you skate?” You asked Max, still holding his hand. He shook his head.

You smiled. “That’s okay, you can learn.” You snapped your fingers and skates appeared on both of your feet. “C’mon!”

Turned out, Max was an abysmal skater, but he was laughing by the time your bodies were ready to wake up.

“I don’t wanna go,” he admitted, and you grinned, squeezing his hands tight. “Can we do this again?”

“Tomorrow night,” you promised. “I’ll find you.”

For almost a month, you rescued Max from embarrassing or painful dreams, taking him to your more comforting dreams. Occasionally, he’d do the opposite for you when you had a nightmare, but you mostly spent the nights in your dreams, watching fireworks or going swimming. His darkest secrets were no longer secret, and he trusted you with everything.

“Y’know,” he said softly as you and him watched a Fourth of July fireworks show from when you were seven. “We could do this in real life.”

“We could,” you murmured, leaning closer to him. “The fourth is, what, next week? Doesn’t DC do a beautiful fireworks show?”

Max nodded. “We could make our first shared memory.”

You smiled. “We could,” you agreed. “We will. I’m not too far from DC, I can totally drive down on the fourth. I’ll pick you up from work, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect,” Max murmured softly. “Dreamlike even.”

You laughed. “Dork.”

“Hey, you fell in love with me!”

“Yeah,” you said, looking at Max’s firework illuminated face. “I did.”

Pero Tovar:

Color Soulmate AU

You pressed the leaf between your fingers, trying to gauge how sick the plant was. The grey color didn’t worry you, because you were fairly certain it was still green. “It just needs more water,” you determined, standing and brushing yourself off. “Try watering these plants daily instead of every other.”

The woman you were helping nodded, and you smiled at her as you walked back to your own garden. Rolling your sleeves up, you got to work tending to your plants.

It was hours before you looked up, alerted by the sound of hooves on the ground. A mysterious man was sitting atop a horse, his hair long and greasy, his face creased from what you imagined was a grueling ride. He jumped off the horse and stumbled in your direction, leaning against the fence. You stood, abandoning the plants in favor of helping the man.

He shook off your help, but stopped the second his hand connected with yours and both your worlds exploded with color.

You stumbled back, the sudden colors shocking you as the man reeled from you, his sun battered face full of shock.

“I’m sorry!” You said quickly, steadying yourself and reaching out to the man. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” the man said firmly, right before he passed out.

Two days later, the man woke up, his partner by his side. The blond man had showed up yesterday, introducing himself as William and the mystery man as Pero Tovar.

Pero looked around, nervous as he saw you in the corner, slowly and methodically mending his shirt. “William, quien es este.”

William shrugged. “I don’t know. Not a nurse, from what I can tell.”

“Diles que se vayan.”

“I’m not leaving,” you said, without looking up. “And please continue to talk about me in a language you assume I don’t understand.”

Pero blinked a few times. “You’re smart.”

“I pick up on languages fast,” you said, setting down the mended shirt. “Who are you, Pero Tovar?”

William looked between you two before finally speaking up. “Should I leave?”

“Please,” you said.

William left, and you crossed your legs. “So, who are you?”

“No one you should know,” Pero growled, getting up and grabbing his shirt. “Just forget you ever met me. You have your colors, go live a happy life.”

You frantically tried to keep him in the village, but he left with William as soon as the local medic deemed him okay.

For the next week, you slowly learned colors, finding your favorites with much trial and error. Some of the village women who had lost their soulmates in battles consoled you as you grieved for a man you barely knew, a man who had given you a universe of change and then left as if it had been nothing.

Almost exactly one week later, the sound of hooves rang out again, and this time, you didn’t look up from your gardening. At least, not until the visitor entered your garden, standing in front of your vegetables.

You looked up at him, taking in a much neater and more groomed Pero. He seemed nervous, shuffling from foot to foot.

Standing, you raised an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

Pero nodded, handing you his dagger.

You took the weapon. “What’s this?”

“In my culture,” Pero began. “When a man is ready to settle with his soulmate, he must give them his most prized weapon as a way of showing he is ready to stop fighting and raise a family.”

The dagger gleamed in the sunlight, and you smiled. “Well then, I guess I should make dinner for two, shouldn’t I?”

Pero grinned. “Yes, that would be nice. I’m hungry.”

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The DC Identity-Swap AU: A World/Storybuilding Fanfic Project (that needs a better name)

What follows is what has been come up with for a DC Universe where many heroes and villains ended up with different identities, initially conceived of by comradepitrovsky and expanded on by me and others.

In some cases, the said heroes ended up with different supporting cast members, in others not.

Let us begin, with the founding members of the Justice League: -Superwoman: Diana Kent, the Last Daughter of Paradise. For…reasons, Themyiskara had to go to another dimension, but baby Diana couldn’t come, so at Hippolyta’s request, the Olympians sent her to a Patriarch’s World couple who would raise her right, namely Jonathan and Martha. She’s dating Lois Lane and her archenemy is Lex Luthor, with whom, I want to be clear, there is ZERO Foe Yay, because she’s disgusted by him, and he’s intimidated by her. -Green Lantern: Kal-El of Krypton, who the Guardians appointed to lead the Corps through the transition to running itself. Came to Earth because he needed a break, stuck around because sweet RAO this planet needs help. He managed to keep Sinestro from going off the deep end, so he’s part of the Council Kal set-up to help him run the Corps, along with Kilowog, Mogo, Abin Sure and…not sure. -Zatara: Bruce Wayne. After his parent’s deaths, Bruce was adopted by their close friend John Zatara, who realized the kid was tied to the demon Barbatos, and they figgered out a way for him to use that power for good. -Captain Marvel: Barry Allen, while studying Forensic Science in college, took some classes, and became friends, with Archeology Student C. C. Batson (there is considerable overlap between the two fields, right?). When Batson and his wife were murdered during a dig in Egypt, Barry offered to help with the investigation, and ended up becoming SHAZAM’s champion. -The Flash: Hal Jordan, test pilot for Ferris Aircraft, was struck by lightning whilst flying their latest prototype, and ended up tied to the Speed Force. (Note, like Johnny and Jessie Quick, can fly) -Hawkman and Hawkgirl: Arthur Curry and Dinah Lance. The former encountered the wreck of a Thanagarian spaceship whilst exploring underwater and ended up with the soul of Prince Khufu. Dinah was hanging around her Uncle Carter's place and had something similar happen with the soul of Chay-Ara. -Martian Manhunter. J'onn is exactly the same. Other thoughts, somewhat random, in no particular order: -Ollie was zeta beam'd from The Island to Rann instead of Adam Strange. -Adam is instead Metamorpho. -Eel managed to drag himself to Slaughter Swamp before succumbing to his wounds and so ended up becoming Swamp Thing. -Owing to…complicated feelings WRT to her adopted brother, Zatanna ended up hanging around with her dad’s colleague Thaddeus Brown, and took up his mantle instead, becoming Madame Miracle, Magical Escape Artist! -T. O. Morrow built Red Torpedo first, she got possessed by a water elemental somehow, rebelled against his programming, and ended up traveling to Atlantis, overthrew the tyrant Orm, was acclaimed Queen, married Mera, and now fights crime on the surface as Aquawoman. (I’m gonna say she sometimes wears a human disguise that looks Aquawoman-11, because I fancy her and will use almost any excuse to get her into one of these things) -Ray Palmer and Ralph Dibny became Firestorm. -Instead of becoming Cheetah, Barbara-Ann seized the power of Teth-Adam and became Captain Marvel’s archenemy. -Pam became the Cheetah instead, and is an enemy of The Flash, with no small amount of Foe Yay. -In addition to that, Hal is also in a Love Triangle with Carol and Lady Blackhawk, who came to work for Ferris after arriving in the 21st Century due to time travel shenanigans. Arguably a Love Quadrangle, since he's competing with his alter ego. -Selina and Helena are both Star Sapphires and both of them are pursuing Kal-El, who is receptive to both. -Barry is still with Linda, Wally is Capt. Marvel, Jr. -The Batson Twins became Superboy and Supergirl, but I haven't come up with specifics. Help please? -Bruce adopted Raven and Garth. Suggestions for codenames? -In an effort to gain the power to defeat Superwoman, Lex made a deal with Ares, confident that he could handle the God of War. He is now possessed by Ares, but has no idea, assuming that the ideas Ares puts in his head are entirely his own, because he’s too arrogant to believe anyone else can control or manipulate him. It helps that Ares largely approves of Lex’s ideas and doesn’t need to do much. As a side-eeffect, Lex’s power armor has a distinctly Ares-y feel to it. -Klarion is in Bruce’s Rogue’s Gallery. Said Rogue's Gallery also includes the Sivana family. Which means that yes, Bruce is dating Beautia. -Bruce's archnemesis is the man who in the normal reality became Black Manta, who I've always headcanoned as choosing to torment Arthur purely by random chance, and obviously picked differently here. Since there's no need for a nautical theme, he uses a different codename; Black Bat. -The first thing Kal-El did after completing training was rescue Kandor. Brainiac swore vengeance, and upon escaping from the Sciencells, discovered how to harness the Yellow Light of Fear. In addition to using it himself, he also unleashed a number of Phantom Zone criminals, took over their minds, and equipped his enslaved army with Yellow Rings.

-The Olympians left Diana some magic thingummy that allowed her to be trained in Amazon combat techniques, etc. in her dreams or something, because she needs something to make up for the lack of super-senses, but if she has the Lasso, I'm not sure how Lex can be a problem for her?

-Dick was adopted by the Dibnys, got himself the Gingold Extract, and fights crime as Firestorm’s sidekick, Elastic Lad.

-Mister Mind is one of Diana’s Rogues.

-Dr. Psycho is in Hal's Rogue's Gallery. Presumably, wossname the guy who framed him so he could steal his fiancee Mavra didn't do quite as good a job gaslighting her, she found out the truth, and he murdered her to cover it up. He is therefore unable to blame her for the plot in a feeble and cowardly attempt to save himself when Psycho comes after him. This leads to misogyny being a less prominent aspect of Psycho's particular psychosis, with his primary targets instead being "Alpha Male"-types like the man who ruined his life. And hey, here's Hal Jordan....

-Gen. Eiling as Reverse-Flash, Y/N? -Thawne become Sabbac, Y/N? -I think I'm gonna say Pam still has her canon powerset in addition to being the Cheetah. -Since one of the best things about Hal is how he hates being told what to do, but is most comfortable in jobs where he's in a disciplined hierarchy...Zinda recruits him to create a new version of the Blackhawks. Not sure who else is in it; I can think of a bunch of ace pilots in the DCu, but they’re all American, and the Blackhawks should be an international operation. Possibility; the same temporal shenaniganry that dropped Zinda in the modern-day also spat-out Hans Von Hammer, the Enemy Ace. -I'm adding Captain Nazi to Hal's Rogue's Gallery. Since Hal is Ambiguously Jewish, his sidekick is Inuit, and in this 'verse he's part of a team that's a legacy of an group founded to fight the Nazis, I feel like it works. Also, Hal's other villains thus far are a bisexual woman, a dwarf, and a US Air Force General, people who are naturally inclined to have beef with him and vice versa. -Abra-Kadabra being one of Bruce's villains, Y/N?

-Circe is one of Bruce’s Rogues and they have UST.

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#DC Comics Fanfic #DC Identityswap AU

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Come Down to the Black Sea (II)

Here’s the second part to this fic! In case you’re not caught up, here’s the first! (Part One)

There’s a sickly sweet sense of satisfaction that tugs his blistering lips into a sharp grin when you inevitably return. You couldn’t stay away from the ocean even after your traumatic encounter with him. The pull is too strong, and while any normal person would stay far, far away from the shoreline after learning what stalks beyond the edge of the sand, you’re not any normal person, are you?

Oh no, you’re much too brave for that. Or maybe much too foolish.

The next time he sees you, he has to admit, you look different than what he’d gotten used to. Maybe a little less aloof. Maybe a little more vigilant. Perhaps even a hint of visible bitterness that his presence taints your peaceful metaphorical sanctum. Your thinly pulled sneer and cautious glances hint at something akin to spite and he’s unsure if the snub intrigues or enrages him further.

You keep your distance at first, sitting far back on the concrete curb only a few meters from the tarmac of the dimly lit parking lot. You look out, squirming uncomfortably as you stare long to the ocean as if you're trying to relax but failing miserably. The souring experience with the sea creature has poisoned any semblance of tranquility you found before, and your resentful vigilance is written plainly on your features. Even as your muscles pull taut from the tension you’re holding in, the skin beneath your eyes still crinkles as you occasionally search out in the distance for the telltale sign of silvery hair or leering crimson eyes beneath the murky waves.

He lets you have your comfort days, keeping himself hidden well in the shadowed waters as you regain your footing and attempt to trust the thought of the ocean and her creatures again. As he predicts, every moonrise, you move slightly closer to the sea. Only slightly, but it's more than most of your kind would do given the circumstances.

He's curious if you believe he's moved on by now. After all, he's been a good boy. He hasn't drowned any swimmers in weeks, and more boats have made it to dock than usually do when he’s skulking the depths.

Humans expect most other creatures to react to their presence being known in one way; fear. In all of your novels, movies, all of your self indulgent garbage, the creatures flee in the face of the mighty human race or face ultimate destruction. Your hubris blinds you. He's not going anywhere. Not until he's gotten what he came for.

Not long after you return to the beach and his impatience reaches an insurmountable peak. He pops his flaxen head up to the surface and studies you until you inevitably realize you’re not alone. Your initial reaction is one he expects, and that’s fear. Your secondary reaction however? That one is the one that grates at him. Irritation. You’re irritated at him.

You don't flee from your spot like he thought you might, but you visibly tense up for a moment. Once your rationality takes over once more, he swears you shake your fucking head at him as you tear your eyes away from his general direction. The unmitigated gall of some humans. He cannot deny that it sparks his interest, though.

He stays the night with his gaze fixed on you; a gaze you don't return. In fact, you actively keep it pulled away for the duration of your stay. It irks him more than it ought to. Are you trying to pretend he isn’t real?

How dare you ignore him. You didn't even know he existed until recently and you think you can go back to pretending you don't know? Is your arrogance so overwhelming that you'll turn a blind eye to him over petty hurt feelings?

Okay, maybe he tried to drown you, but if you had just returned his call, it never had to be this way. You would be dead and he would be miles down the coast, wreaking havoc on some new stretch of land. Instead, he's stuck here in a battle of stubbornness with some human idiot because you couldn't just die like you were supposed to.

What makes you so goddamn special?

Well to hell with that and to hell with you. You’re nothing. Just another ordinary human girl, and he'll drag you to the trenches if it's the last thing he does. He swears it.

That night and every night after, he allows you to see him. His eyes might as well be the lighthouse to his location, and if that wasn't enough, you can always make out the silver mop of hair somewhere in the distance. He calls to you and he knows you can feel it. He sees you jerk instinctively towards the ocean, having to consciously keep yourself rooted to the ground, but you always manage to resist somehow.

It infuriates him, rage building deep in his gut as he sees trickles of light from the sun climb over the horizon and paint the sky with yellows and lavenders as a harbinger of the daylight, and thus the end of his time with you. He watches the rising tide erase your footsteps every morning only to be replaced the following evening, inching ever closer to his territory.

'Patience' He reminds himself.

Sure enough, one evening as the moon pulls over the sky, you're situated yourself once again on the rocks where you first met, albeit further back than he'd like. You learn from your mistakes, it seems. Unfortunate. For him at least.

He cautiously swims to the edge of your makeshift perch, hoisting himself up slightly out of the water once more and resting his head on his crossed wrist as he blinks his large red eyes up at you. You still refuse to return the favor, despite the fact he knows that you’re aware of him based on the way you pull your body further into itself when he makes his appearance. The silence lasts for several minutes before he opts to speak, growing weary of being ignored.

"I knew you'd be back."

You don't even so much as nod.

"It's rude to ignore someone. Where are your manners?"

Despite his persistence, you refuse him the attention he craves. Something wells in the pit of his stomach that feels a bit too much like the humiliating sting of rejection, and he doesn't like that one bit. He doesn't like being ignored.

He brings his arm back and spreads his webbed fingers, letting the water pool around the center of his palm before slapping his hand in your direction. Stark cold sea water drenches the entirety of your front and he watches in amusement as your skin pimples and you recoil, frozen in shock for several seconds. He can't help but chuckle when you begin to screech, angrily wiping your face and yanking at your doused clothing that slaps against your skin with each movement. Try to ignore that.

"What the FUCK!"

"Don't ignore me, brat."

Your face contorts and soon you're hissing and sputtering, unable to formulate words in your fit of pure rage. A smug little grin plays on his mouth as he rests his head in his palm, watching as you fail miserably to find some venom to spit back in his face.

"Are you kidding me? You tried to fucking drown me and you’re pissed I’m ignoring you?"

He shrugs, huffing out his cracked lips like you're the biggest drama queen on the planet. "You're still breathing, aren't you?"

"I wonder if I'll get a special price when I sell you to a fucking sushi restaurant!"

The smile fades from his face and he scrapes a talon against the rock. Apparently dark humor is only funny if it’s not being aimed at him. "I'd like to see you try, human."

You two glare each other down for a moment before you sigh and tear your attentions from him to his dismay. "Just go away. Whatever you are, I don't care. Just leave me in peace."

"You know my name." He spits through gritted teeth, instinctively rising a little higher in defense.

"Yeah, I also said I don't care. Go away, fish."

You are so fucking lucky he can't reach you.

"No." His answer is simple and deliberate, trying to keep the urge to slither onto the rock and dig his nails into your yielding human flesh at bay. Land is your territory, and he rather enjoys the home field advantage.

"Why? You have an entire ocean to go be a dick in. Why do you have to bother me?"

He ponders your words for a moment before settling on a less than sufficient answer. You aren’t sure what you expected.

"Because I can. It could all be over if you'd just quit being stubborn and get in the damn water."

"Asking me politely to kill myself, huh? That's a neat strategy."

"I've heard your kind say drowning is very peaceful. Probably better than any other way you'll die."

"Nice sales pitch, bud. Still no takers."

You sit in uncomfortable silence for a few more moments, and he decides that this is going nowhere. Obviously the shock of meeting a sea dwelling humanoid has worn off and isn’t working to his advantage any longer. He's going to have to try another route.

He heaves himself up to sit directly on the edge of the crag itself while keeping the bottom of his tail below, steady flicking back and forth in a rhythmic fashion. Shaking the water from his hair, he slicks it back out of his face and runs his fingers through the length, brushing the tresses back behind his fins. He’s allowing you an up close and personal look at something most humans will never get to see. No matter how angry at him you are, he knows you can’t resist the urge to look.

As expected, your curiosity is a bit too much for you to overcome. While you do initially move to scoot away, it’s quickly replaced with a particularly intense look, clearly marveling at the differences in your physiology versus his own.

His torso is human enough, albeit with an unusually iridescent sheen to it, until you get to the rounds of his hips. That's where thick, black scales accumulate and eventually lead into a sleek, muscular looking tail. The fins on the side of his head twitch slightly as he massages his scalp, and you wonder if it's how he hears things or if it's just a natural reaction to the stimulation. His nails are sharp but he seems to be acutely aware of their placement, avoiding harming himself at all while your cuts are still healing up under a rather gratuitously thick blood tacked bandage from when he grabbed you during your previous meeting.

His hair isn't blonde, it's literally silver. It frames his pallid face in shaggy waves that reach lazily down below his shoulders and somehow glows with unnatural shine that haloes his head in the moonlight even when sopping wet. While his eyes are that of a predator, they're oddly mesmerizing; a deep, luminescent scarlet that contrasts his pale skin beautifully. You're willing to bet that's a technique developed by his kind to disarm and lure prey, though one of his victims or perhaps another sea dweller must have tried to gouge it out, since one of his eyes has a jagged, pale scar stretching from his thin eyebrow to the chapped, baggy flesh underneath.

Life in the sea must be just as treacherous as land, as puffy, pink scars crisscross the expanse of his skin, some rounding from the front of his chest all the way around to his back. There's prominent marks around his gills as well. Small, repeated nicks just under the column of his neck. It’s a rather peculiar pattern, but he seems unbothered by them, and most look fully healed. Apparently he's become more cautious- or perhaps more skilled- with age.

How old is he anyway? He looks about your age, but it's rough to tell between the dried patches of flesh that litter his face. Even from beneath them though, you can tell he's oddly alluring; it somehow adds to his unique attraction. He's even got a little beauty mark adjacent to a jagged scar that runs through his chapped lips.

He’s like something out of the story books you read or the tales you were told as a child. The beautiful creature that haunts the darkness, another pretty mask death facades in. His appearance bodes nothing but an omen of ill will, yet you can’t bring yourself to run from him no matter how much your inner child shrieks at the danger.

Fairy tales aren’t real, and according to the rest of the world, he shouldn’t and doesn’t exist, and yet here he sits right in front of you as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Decades of fantasy stories with tales of nefarious monsters pretending to be something they aren’t just to entice the clueless protagonist into their ultimate demise should have somewhat prepared you for this moment, but you’re too enthralled with the flick of his tail and self indulgent thoughts of being special to really adhere to the rules of self preservation set forth by predecessors ignorant to his existence.

You're so lost in observing him and every oddity that his body offers up to your gluttonous mortal eyes that it almost causes you to jump when he speaks again, turning to face you with eyes crinkling in mocking amusement.

"Huh, you're staring. How rude of you. Unless it's for a different reason, that is."

"What? Wait- no!" You shake your head adamantly even as a telling darkness creeps up your neck and across your cheeks.

"Humans are bad liars." He grins, tongue poking out from beneath his sharp canines. "It's okay. You can come down and get a closer look if you'd like."

"Ha-ha. Nice fuckin' try."

"Suit yourself." He clicks his tongue and turns his attention from you, languidly stirring the water where his scaled appendage swishes just beneath the surface.

You eye it, far too curious to resist leaning your head forward slightly to get a better look at it in the cloudy water. “It looks… slimy.”

He balks at your rude admission and it’s apparent you’ve insulted his pride. For a moment, it seems like he wants to admonish you for your careless affront to his form, but he seems to think better of it. Instead, he remains quiet for a moment, trying to think of something tactful to say.

"Well, it's not. Think...." He pauses, filing through his knowledge of human creatures for a decent comparison. "A snake. They might look slimy to someone ignorant, but they're soft and smooth."

"Not if you rub them the wrong way."

"Obviously. That's why you don't do that, idiot."

"What about your-" You gesture vaguely before pointing at the scales that dot his arms and chest. "-Those."

"Are you stupid or something? It's the exact same thing." He runs a clawed finger up his own arm and then clenches his hand. "Smooth."

"Huh."

"If you'll come down here, you can feel it for yourself."

"Give it up, tailbait."

His wet hand reaches upward and scratches lightly around the scars that mar his neck. He didn't actually expect it to work, but he's irritated nonetheless. This shouldn’t be this much trouble, and he shouldn’t be putting this much effort into anything. Why does he even bother?

"Fine then."

Despite his tantrum, he knows you're tempted. He can tell by the way you keep eyeing him. You're presented with a once in a lifetime opportunity, and it’s not in your nature to pass it up. Granted said opportunity is a loaded spring trap, but still, it's rough for you to even pretend you’re not interested.

Although, to be fair, the same can be said about him. He never really talks to humans beyond the regular ‘Oh god, what are you, please help me, let me go, I don't want to die like this’ nonsense your kind spouts off when you realize what's happening. This is his first actual conversation with one of your kind. He’s not happy about the circumstances surrounding it, but he’ll take advantage of it while he has the chance.

"What about you? When your skin isn't wet, what does it feel like?"

You pause at the question, unsure of what really to say. You drag your own fingers across your arm, trying to find a way to describe it. "Uh... Fleshy? Sort of squishy? It can be soft or rough depending on where you touch. Maybe a little hairy depending on who?"

He stares blankly and you realize that's probably not the best description, but what the fuck does he want you to say? It’s such a weird thing to describe. You’ve never even really thought about it before.

You reach your arm forward to let him touch for himself, but immediately yank it back when you realize what a dumb fuck move that is. He must realize it too, because he's cackling loudly as you cradle your offending arm and look at him as if he’s the one in the wrong. He could have easily yanked you forward and taken you under if you had gone through with giving him the chance.

"You're a fuckin' dick."

"I didn't do anything. It's not my fault you're an idiot."

"Shut up." You knead your teeth into your lip, scanning him over again. "What about your magic?"

"Magic? What are you? A child?"

"What do you want me to call it, then?"

"Do you call it magic when one of your kind uses a harpoon gun?"

"No, because it's not."

"Then why would what I do be considered 'magic?"

"A harpoon gun is human technology. What you do isn't. At least as far as I know. You weren’t like… made in a lab, were you?"

He gives a grunt and scratches at his neck again. "Typical human. A tiger has claws it uses to defend itself and catch prey that come naturally to it and not to you, but do you consider it magic? Well mine is no different. We evolve different from your kind, but we're not any sort of mythical. Just because we're not known to you doesn't mean we're some sort of wild outlier. Humans aren’t the end-all-be-all of intelligent life."

You consider his point, nodding after a few moments. "You're right. My bad. It's just... it's new to me. I'm just trying to understand. Is it rude to think of you as mythic? I don’t mean for it to be, it’s just-"

He huffs angrily before you can finish, scowling again. "We adapt to our environment, same as you. Typical human arrogance. You all think you’re so intelligent and so learned. If you haven't heard of it, it must not exist, right? The mighty human race, epitome of knowledge despite knowing nothing at all!”

You break up his tirade before he starts going off, raising your hands defensively to disarm him. "Fair enough! I didn't mean to offend you or imply something offensive. Sorry! I’m still learning."

He says nothing, but the rage building within him begins to deteriorate. At least you're smart enough to recognize you're stupid.

Another stark silence, the sound of waves crashing and wind blowing is all that passes between you. A gale brings in a new bout of smells; salt and slight sulfur, the same scent that’s comforted you throughout the entirety of your life. You inhale deeply, relishing in the peculiar sense of nostalgia the sea offers you, even knowing the danger you're literally facing.

The sounds of the waves pushing and pulling with the tides relaxes you, lulling you into a sense of contentment. Leaves rustling and waters bristling on the surface. The sand stuck between your toes. The breeze in your hair. The call of the ocean.

You can't see the look of peace that overtakes his features, but he can feel it too. Eyes closed, a rare look of tranquility settling across his face as he turns from you and faces the horizon and the open water.

The wind eventually dies down and you break the unspoken moment of serenity between you. You make the choice to speak.

"Why do you hate us so much?"

His eyes snap open and you are made instantly aware of your folly.

Wrong choice.

"I'm not surprised.” He hisses, shoving away from the rock with a look of disgust that tells you that you’ve made an egregious error. “Typical human. You know nothing."

With a flick of his tail and another splash of water directed your way, he's gone, submerged beneath the water with nothing but a ripple headed off into the sea from beneath the waves. Even several minutes later when you bring yourself to peer over the edge, you can't see the silvery glow of his hair or the deep crimson of his eyes.

He's really gone.

It doesn't bring you the comfort it should.

You sit on the edge for a few moments, even rolling the dice on dangling your feet in but nothing slippery attaches itself to your ankle or threatens to drag you below. Orange tinges the horizon and birds begin to chirp, you realize it's time to go home. You don't feel the peace of mind you usually do as you begin the long trek home.

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#Shigaraki Tomura #shigaraki x reader #BNHA #Shigaraki #Siren!Shigaraki #I got told I'm not tagging these with the right tags to reach the x reader audience so if you have any advice lemme know

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