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[xionandpluto14]

Enjoy some Magma relationship wiki chaos

This last one was just super blunt (and gen didn’t die so ???)

[the-worst-bracket]

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 9

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Dr. Miller’s voice snapped my eyes open. The setting was perfect. It felt like a movie. What could possibly be better than this? 

The fire, the dim light, the luxurious living room, the champagne. It all felt too perfect to take it someplace else.

Before I could even protest, Dr. Miller was taking my hand and towing me away from the enchanting scene he had set. Certainly there was more to this amazing residence and I did want to see it - really, I did. But right then I could only focus on one desire.

He glanced over his shoulder once with the tiniest smirk and we soon climbed up a stairwell that was enclosed on both sides by the same stone structure that the house was made of. 

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. 

I stopped mentally counting after five steps when the staircase winded, rounding upward to the next level. Te swirling stairwell added to the dreamy atmosphere. I half expected to awake in my own bed the following morning not knowing if I had been in a dream or reality.

Okay, I was more curious now. What did the second floor entail? There was a charming and, contradicting, dark mystique to Dr. Miller's home. It was almost as enticing as his persona; a perfect fit.

A faint glow illuminated a room straight away as we reached the top of the stairs. On our whisk by, I got a quick flash of a modest-sized room and could tell it was his home office.

Trailing off to the left we passed by two closed doors until reaching the master bedroom at the far end of the hallway.

Dr. Miller reached for the dimmer on the wall a step inside the door and a dim glow gradually took on the oversized space. 

“Wow.” I couldn't keep the word from my mouth as I crossed through the threshold. Now I knew why he wanted to relocate. 

The bedroom was lavish with a fireplace of its own and a flatscreen that sat atop a stone mantle. A king-sized bed was positioned directly across it. Odds and ends filled the spaces, and ceiling-to-floor curtains hung over what I assumed were a pair of windows against a far wall.

Dr. Miller casually strolled in and loosened up the buttons on his collar. I continued to marvel in the enchanting nature of the room that was only comparable to those I had seen in fancy catalogs, or lavish movie settings.

But that wasn't what had me awestruck. It was my professor. It was my enticing, sexy, older professor who was staring right at me as he slowly began to undress himself in the near-darkness.

“Come here.” Dr. Miller’s strict demand forced a shallow gasp from my lips. Once my eyes were locked on his again I felt like a wolf honed in on its prey.. only that prey was a bigger, badder wolf. What a paradox.

The walk to him was only comparable to what I could describe as dice dancing on a tabletop at a casino. What would happen once they rolled to a stop? That was the type of thrill we all secretly chased. The anticipation of what was to come in the most intense situations; your heart pounding, hands unsteady, face hot and a tingle running throughout every facet of your body. 

Our lips met and I tasted the champagne on his tongue. Naturally, Dr. Miller's hand rested gently on the front of my neck. It made me pursuit him harder, kissing him with a heat that forced him to take a breath.

His hands snaked up under my sweater and he ran his warm palms the length of my torso from the bottom up until the shirt was thrown up over my head.

I was expecting him to pull me into his arms, for our lips to connect in the same fiery way as before. When I reached for him, his hand gripped my wrist so tight that an ache immediately spread in both directions up and down my arm. Without warning he shoved me down onto the oversized bed and I let out a deep breath as I stared up at him in his fully aroused state.

The clank of his belt buckle as he began to undo it was enough to make my bottom lip separate from my bottom one. My tongue danced across my lips. I couldn't wait to devour him - or let him devour me. Either way, I didn't care.

With his pants off his hips just enough to get a glimpse at the tented bulge in the front of his boxer-briefs, Dr. Miller leaned down, placing his hands on either side of me as he spoke against my lips.

“I'm going to fuck you now.” His voice was stern. His dark eyes locked on mine. He wasn't asking for permission, though he knew by now that I wouldn't deny him; I couldn't. 

My eyes closed when I felt his fingers against the skin by my waist, swiftly undoing the button of my jeans in a craftily, effortless manner. 

I didn't know if I sighed or moaned when he began to glide my pants down before fingering my panties and taking them along for the ride.

When I failed to respond  to his racy demand he let his nose brush against mine and kissed me so firmly on the lips that it hurt.

“Say, okay Dr. Miller,” he demanded now.

I swallowed hard.  “Okay, Dr. Miller.”

“Good girl.”

The world might as well have stood still when our bodies were entwined. Never, not once in my life, had an intimate encounter left me feeling so out of touch with the rest of the world. 

Explosions of passion transpired in every kiss, every touch, every careless whisper only to be shared between the two of us. I felt it. I knew Dr. Miller felt it, too.

At times he was patient, numbing me with his fingers as he slowly and carefully turned my thighs to Jello. Other times he was forceful and hard, leaving me unable to even choke out a moan because my body was tense and tight and I was on the verge of exploding. He stopped each time he could tell I was close to my climax, controlling the pace of the foreplay, the lovemaking and everything in between.

Fuck, the stamina on this man!

Details of the night would be forever ingrained in my mind. The squeezes of his hands against mine. The firm hold on my throat that I encouraged through a chorus of moans each time he did it. The look in his eyes that alternated between dominant and desperate as he thrusted hard on top of me.

I had no idea how much time had passed when we finally laid quietly together with nothing but the sounds of our own breathing to fill the air. For several minutes I laid there with my eyes closed holding him close. Dr. Miller was a hot, sweaty mess on top of me. I was certain I felt and sounded and looked the same way.

If there was one thing I worried about it was the aftermath of a sexual encounter. Would the man want to cuddle? Would he ask you nicely to leave? Was it just about the sex? Did men worry about any of that stuff?

Dr. Miller’s arm was locked around my naked waist. It was possessive, and from him, alone, I craved that. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to be mine. That may have been wrong, or too intense for the length of time we had been in each other's lives; but that's how I felt. I realized, now, that I couldn't do this once. I couldn't do it twice or three times. I wasn't going to be the girl he called on occasion for a random hookup. None of that was possible - not for me. There would be no getting enough of this. The chemistry that existed between us was on a level I had no prior experience with.

My chest heaved up and down with a deep sigh. It prompted him to finally loosen his grip on me as his head lifted from the pillow we were sharing.

Moment of truth, I thought. I could usually read what a man's intentions were; at least I thought I could. Was Dr. Miller as into me as I thought he was? I couldn't be reading this all wrong, could I?

I wasn't about to let misplaced doubt kill the moment. I bit down on my bottom lip and slowly smiled, prompting him to do the same. When a low chuckle escaped him I echoed it with a giggle of my own.

He propped himself up on his forearm now and hovered above me with pillow-tossed hair. Such a beautiful, rugged mess he was. For a moment neither of us said anything; though did we really need to?

I let out another flustered breath as he leaned down and touched his lips to mine, staying there as if it would be the last time. Simultaneously, my hand found his bearded cheek, the other gently roamed through his messy hair.

We sighed together as the kiss broke off and I knew something had to be said.

“Dr. Miller-”

“Call me Joel,” he cut me off, referring to himself in such a different way than he had in the verbal foreplay that had kicked off our encounter.

I knew it would be difficult referring to him by his first name. In my quiet thoughts, fears and fantasies he would always be Dr. Miller; but I certainly couldn't continue to refer to him in that way.

“Joel..” I smiled again and sighed. That was it. That was all I had. I couldn't think of a coherent sentence. Not when my body still ached for all we had just done and more.

“(Y/N).” His gravelly voice ignited something inside of me - even more so when the weight of his body still blanketed mine.

For a moment I just held him. With our current, uncertain circumstances I had no idea if I would ever truly get this chance again. My hand rested on his cheek and then I leaned my head forward and kissed him again.

His next question made me feel safe and secure - a contrast to the hot-and-bothered, reckless way I had been feeling all night. “What side of the bed do you want?”

I was sure the diameter of my smile stretched my face to the limits. He officially asked me to stay.

“Either side.” I didn't care. I would have slept in the stiff, decorative chair in the corner of the room if he asked me to.

With a chuckle, he pushed himself away and slunk out of bed, slipping just his boxer-briefs back on. “Well decide. I have to go put the fire out downstairs.”

I let out a light flutter of laughter and agreed to his terms, watching him as he exited the room. I was alone with my thoughts, now, smiling at the ceiling. The sheets felt cool against my hot skin. 

I could still feel a sting on the right side of my buttocks where Dr. Miller had indulged in perhaps the most pleasurable spanking of my life. My hand fell over the area and I smiled again, covering his hand print with my palm to feel the warmth he left there.

“Fuck..” I whispered the word to myself in the tastefully, exhausted state he had left my body in. If I died right then, I would die happy.

When he returned, my eyes drank in his physique. Chest hair trailed down the center of his rugged form down below his belly button. A lone scar decorated the top of his left arm and his typically perfectly-styled hair had been tugged in all different directions, leaving him with the most adorable fashion faux-pas.

Dr. Miller pressed the dimmer all the way down and closed the door, replacing the picture-perfect image in front of me with just a silhouette. When he slid back in behind me, my body naturally melted into his.

“Hope you don't mind the right side of the bed,” he said quietly in my ear, slipping one of his feet between mine as he pulled me against him even tighter.

“Mmm..” My eyes closed, “I don't mind.” I was exhausted, but I didn't want the moment to end. Despite the heaviness of my eyes I fought it. It wasn't until I heard Dr. Miller's quiet snores in my ear that I finally gave in. In the warmth of his bed with his body wrapped securely around mine, I got the best sleep of my life.

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[the-nettle-knight]

Prince Caspian rewatch notes:

-Caspian has a sun on his chemise and Ray like embroidery, which I feel like is a parallel to Peter and a symbol of Caspian's destiny to take on Peter's mantle

- Also a possible reference to Aslan, perhaps it's Dr Cornelius' influence or a suggestion that there might be more part Narnian (or Archen) servants in Miraz's castle

-Caspian's naivety about Miraz's intentions may have been more believable if Ben Barnes wasn't in his mid 20s

-When Trumpkin first sees Caspian he's very obviously got a rubber knife

-Susan is reading a copy of the Picture Post that was published on December 9th 1939 featuring a photo of a girl in the Land Army, so as this was probably 1941 this is an old issue

-This definitely shows her practical and logical nature and might suggest that her role as Queen in Narnia may have focused on the practical elements of farming, land management, supplying their armies etc

- There are at least four schools shown in the Underground scene, St Finbars, Hendon House, a boy's school with a red uniform and a possibly mixed sex school with a grey uniform

-St Finbars' crest is a varient on the Tudor Rose - a lot of the Narnian leather belts/straps have rose motifs

-Hendon house has a cross with three stars over it, which also feels very Narnian and looks quite knightly

-Cair Paravel's ruins look to be in pretty good shape for being 1000s of years old. In our world, when a castle is abandoned, people tend to repurpose the stones and timbers. However, due to the Telmarines' superstition they probably left it completely alone

-There's a big wild rose bush covering the ruins, adding to the rose motif

-Susan is the only one who's throne is partially intact, and she's the only one who survives the series

-On the Telmarine Lord's thrones there is a sigil of their mask-helmet over a horizontal spear with a a personalised image beneath. Miraz has tentacles wrapping around shields, probably a nod to their piratical origins

-Lucy's dress sleeves look like an odd length, as if they were 3/4 length sleeves on a taller person

-Peter Dinklige's accent has definitely improved by the time GoT comes round

- The fact that Cornelius is a doctor suggests that there is a university somewhere in the wider Narnian world to award such a title

-I really like the fact that Edmund and Susan basically have their heads right next to each other

-The trees that move first for Lucy are silver birches. They're one of the last trees to loose their leaves in the winter and they start to bud relatively early

[leaveamessageafterthescream]

more dr stone baseball drawings ⚾

these were entirely self indulgent :3 and i'm just throwing them out now cause i was gonna do lil comics but never got to it, also mantle 🥺 fun fact i sent the xenostan sketch to my good friend lemon that inspired their super cute drawing of them eating hotdogs 😭 i love it so much :3 also senku and gen posing with magma after a game and they got their balls signed 😏 (i actually hated how it turned out so the rough sketch for it is included above lol) the second mantle sketch i used a picture of babe ruth and it just worked so well for him :)

[localebra]

The Saphrax Protocol

Part 1

Phantom Limb: Theophanes the Confessor tells us of the Foederati, the elite fighting force of barbarian mercenaries. From their ranks came Saphrax Tervingian -- the first man to turn a grudge into a career.

Red Mantle: As Council Elder --

Dragoon: Oh, by like a year.

Red Mantle: You, stop it. I welcome all of you to this ancient ritual, the story of Saphrax.

All: The first villain.

Red Mantle: And his loyal comrade, Altheaeus.

All: The first henchman.

Red Mantle: Let Saphrax step into the light and declare his deeds.

The Monarch: I, The Monarch, have earned by might and rite the honor and rank of a Level Ten Villain. I am without fear. I am Saphrax.

Red Mantle: Let us begin the journey of Saphrax -- the first trial.

Dr. Z enters pushing a cart with a small hollow log on it.

Red Mantle: When Saphrax was a boy, he lost his favorite stone in the Log Of The Beast. You must find his stone.

Dr. Z: Yet the beast sleeps inside. Disturb the beast, and his wrath will be quick!

The Monarch: Put -- Put my hand in there?

Dr. Z: And retrieve the stone.

The Monarch: Really? This isn't, like, a thing, like, where I just spin the cart and the stone shoots out and you're all impressed with my cleverness?

Red Mantle: You're not Matthew Broderick. Just put your hand in there!

Dramatic music plays.

The Monarch: Ach. It's really mushy.

All: The beast!

Dr. Z: He lives in his waste. His log has never been cleaned. Do you have what it takes to find the stone?!

The Monarch: Chill out! I'm trying not to get bit!

Dr. Z: Wha-- The beast doesn't bite. What, do you think we'd have a vicious animal up here in space?

The Monarch: He doesn't bite? What-- What was all that talk about his wrath?

Red Mantle: You're touching poop! It's pretty gruesome. I wouldn't do it.

Part 2

Red Mantle: Saphrax, heavy with goat and burdened with terrible chicken, came to the bridge and was stopped by the keeper.

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: I'm so proud of you, sweetie.

The Monarch: I, Saphrax, wish to cross.

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: What is your business on the other side?

Red Mantle: Young Saphrax, still angry from taking the awful advice from the magic chicken, was impetuous, and answered...

The Monarch: There, on the other side, your mother waits to willingly fornicate.

All: Oh, no, he didn't!

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: You shall not pass.

Red Mantle: Then, from the wood, came Altheaeus.

All: The first Henchman.

Red Mantle: And he did aid Saphrax.

Henchman 21: Bridge keeper, behind you stands my troops, 100 strong and thirsty for bridge-keeper blood.

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: Really? I shall look behind.

Henchman 21: I have made you look.

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: Hunh! I have been deceived expertly!

All: Altheaeus, the father of "made you look."

Red Mantle: Let Altheaeus step into the light and declare his deeds.

Henchman 21: I, Henchman 21, have earned by might and rite the honor and rank of a Level Ten Henchman. I am without fear. I am Altheaeus.

Phantom Limb: Altheaeus, you have performed beyond that of a mere henchman. You have earned the station of Villain.

Henchman 21: Wait, what? T-This wasn't in my script. Like, me, or my character? Me?

Phantom Limb: You, Henchman 21, have earned the title of a Level 4 Super Villain.

The Monarch: What the fuck? This was my party!

Part 3

Red Mantle: With the taste of love still on his breath, Saphrax made his way to the throne of Emperor Flavius and unsheathed his sword.

The Monarch: Rise, Flavius, and meet your doom. It is I, Saphrax, your sworn enemy. I have bed your wife twice and now leave her to you, soaked in my seed.

All: Saphrax, the father of players.

Dr. Z: Wait! Use my sword, Mr. Monarch.

The Monarch: This isn't wood. This is a real sword.

Red Mantle: Yes. And that is your real sworn enemy. (to Dragoon) You begged me for a line and --

Dragoon: Yes. Yes, of course. Mr. Monarch, here in this ritual space -- that is in space -- anything can happen.

Muffled shouting from Dr. Venture.

Dr. Z: We all know the choice that Saphrax made. But what is your choice?

The Monarch: So... I can just like kill him?

Dr. Venture: (muffled) No. No. No. No.

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: We will cover it up, and you'll get away scot-free. Your grudge will be settled, and you'll be free to do... whatever.

Red Mantle: We shall leave you two alone. What you say is yours. What you do is yours. What you decide is yours.

Muffled shouting from Dr. Venture.

Part 4

Red Mantle: Your sword is without blood. Emperor Flavius lives?

The Monarch: Yeah, yeah. He's-- He's still--

Red Mantle: Saphrax has decided to carry his grudge without the help of Altheaeus?

The Monarch: (Sighs) You know what I've decided?

The Monarch drops the sword. It clatters on the ground.

The Monarch: That you guys are fucking dicks. I come here to get my Level Ten, and and you give my henchman Villain status and give me the opportunity to kill my sworn enemy? It's a total mindfuck!

Red Mantle: This is the way of our guild, Mr. Monarch. We must hear your decision. Step into the light, Altheaeus.

The Monarch: Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Sure, let 21 be a villain. I-I'm done. What, you think I can do this shit alone? I'm too old to start again. And now that you guys have my wife and -- and my best friend and -- No! Fuck it! Fuck it, and fuck you! Guild wins. Monarch out.

Henchman 21: You know what? Me, too. I don't want to have to be a villain without him. I don't have that kind of Saphrax grudge. I just want to help my best friend with his hate. Fuck you guys. Monarch crew. Hench for life.

Red Mantle: Good! Good. You have completed the final trial.

Phantom Limb: Saphrax spared the life of Emperor Flavius and swore a blood allegiance to Altheaeus as you have done here tonight.

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: Sweetie, it was a test, and you passed.

The Monarch: So -- So I'm a Level Ten?

Phantom Limb: You and your Henchman--

Dr. Mrs. The Monarch: Number 2.

Phantom Limb: ...rightfully are Level Ten Villains with all benefits that title is heir to. Congratulations.

All: All hail Saphrax and Altheaeus!

Ward: All hail! Yeah! All hail Saphrax! Congratu-- Look, I don't want to mess up the after party, but we need to get Doctor Venture back.

Watch: I gotta say it. I-I can't hold it in.

Ward: Dude, not the right time.

Watch: I have to! It's just too good!

Part 5

The Monarch: (yelling) Are you kidding me?!

[pagesfromthevoid]

how could you hurt us so

False God | m.m. | 35

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Angst. Major character death.

Author’s Note: By hurting myself as well 🫠🫠 gif from @emziess

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Space was…space was overwhelming. And terrifying. And nothing like she actually expected it to be.

Though she never expected to ever go to space; at least not against her will. And especially not after just making up with Matt. 

But there she was, standing on an alien planet, trying to keep hold on Thanos’s thoughts while they pried the gauntlet from his hand. Mantis –an alien with emotional manipulation abilities –was trying her best to sedate the mad titan. Coupled with her ability to keep his thoughts in a suspended trance –it seemed like it was going to work. They were so close to ending the fight before it could get worse. 

But then Peter Quill –Star Lord as he insisted on being called –lost his cool. The android-like alien, Nebula, whispered something; she didn’t quite pick up on it at first. But then Quill  demanded something about Gamora, and when Thanos was not capable of giving him the answer he wanted…well, Quill punched the alien in the face. Tony screamed at him angrily, but it was too late. The control she and Mantis had over Thanos broke.

All hell broke loose from there, leaving her and Peter scrambling to help Tony try to grab Thanos again. But he wasn’t like Fisk or Loki; he was stronger. Thanos grabbed Tony by the throat and held him up, explaining that his plan was necessary. And then Strange did what none of them thought he would: he gave up the time stone to Thanos in exchange for Tony’s life. The titan took the deal without question, dropping the hero to the ground. 

Thanos left them there then, stranded on a planet that was not theirs. Waiting, praying, hoping that on Earth, Steve and the rest were able to finish what they couldn’t. She dropped to the ground, sitting with her knees against her chest as her thoughts drifted to Matt, who didn’t know what happened to her. She had promised she would be back soon but instead, she was trapped on an abandoned planet. She thought about how they had finally figured themselves out. How they were finally able to step back into one another’s lives. 

And now, there was a solid chance that wouldn’t happen. 

The thoughts around her hand turned frantic suddenly, and she turned to Peter who looked like he was in a panic.

“I…Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good,” Peter murmured, holding his chest.

She took a deep breath, reaching out to Peter as he reached out and clung to Tony. Around her, she watched one by one as Quill, and Mantis, and then Strange simply blew away with the wind. She could hear the confusion in their minds before they simply disappeared. But Peter was panicking; he could feel it. She could feel it through him as she cried out for Tony and Peter, grabbing onto both before finally succumbing.

And then…she was gone.

                                            *****

Matt had done what she had asked and evacuated the civilians with Dr. Banner, who was distraught to say the least. When the two parted –with Banner promising that things would be fine and she would be fine (“She’s always fine. Her and Nat are always fine”) –Matt returned to the office to find Foggy and Karen and ensure they were safe. 

When she didn’t return his calls, though, Matt started to panic.

When she wasn’t at the apartment, or at FEAST, or at the school –Matt realized something was wrong.

After two days of her being missing, and no one picking up his calls –not Stark, nor Peter or Natasha. Not even Sam picked up the phone….Matt feared the worst. There was something happening that the rest of the world was not aware of. And Matt knew that she had to be in the middle of it; she always was.

By the end of the second day, Matt stood on the rooftop of FEAST and waited for any signs of distress. While he hadn’t given up the Daredevil mantle, he hadn’t been as active. There was no need for him lately. But he felt something was wrong –deep down inside his soul. There was something about to go wrong and he couldn’t sit around and just not try to stop it. He couldn’t –not if it meant getting her home safely.

Except…except in one overwhelming minute, it felt like half the city just stopped. The sounds of heartbeats that he knew well; of people walking and talking and yelling at one another. The usual sounds of the city…it was like it just got quieter all of a sudden. And then the city filled with screams of horror and confusion. Cars crashing into buildings, frantic cries for help. Matt couldn’t pinpoint where all of it was happening because it was everywhere. All around him were screams, pleas, and horror. 

Matt took off from the roof, landing in the alley before pushing the door of FEAST open. May’s heartbeat was gone now, but she had been there just moments before. He knew she was there; she had offered to bring him dinner as she paced waiting for Peter. But it was like she was never there. He slowly walked through  the kitchen, listening for anyone or anything. The building was loud, with crying echoing through the shelter area of the charity. Mothers sobbing over their children, children begging for their parents…He ran his hand over the countertop, trying to get a feel for the vibrations.

But his hand ran through what felt like ash. And he lifted his hand up, rubbing his fingers together with his brow furrowed under his mask. It had a familiar smell; not like it was ash from a fire, but floral. Like perfume. 

Like May’s perfume.

Matt stumbled back, realizing that the smell of May’s perfume was literally scattered on the floor of the kitchen. 

Foggy. Foggy. Foggy.

With shaking hands, Matt pulled out his phone, trembling as he answered. “F-Foggy? Are you okay?”

“Matt, oh god. You’re okay. Y-you’re alive,” Foggy cried, and Matt could hear the fear in his voice. “Matt, it’s Karen…she…” 

His heart dropped into his stomach. “Foggy, what’s wrong? What happened to Karen?”

“She…I think she’s dead…she just…” Foggy’s voice cracked as he covered his mouth, holding back a sob. “She turned to ash, Matt. Just…just there, at her desk. And I-I don’t…Matt, what the hell is going on?”

“I don’t know,” Matt whispered, taking a moment to try to process everything that was going on around him. “I…I don’t know, Foggy.”

                                       *****

Her phone was off –or dead. It didn’t matter, because every time he called, it went straight to voicemail.

“You can leave a message, but unless you’re my lawyer, I won’t call you back.”

It was her voice, and he was starting to call simply to hear it after two weeks of nothing.

Matt considered going to the Avengers Compound; maybe she was there. Maybe she was injured and they couldn’t reach him. But he didn’t even know where the compound was; while it wasn’t necessarily a secret, he didn’t even have an address. And he was certain he couldn’t just Google “Avengers Compound Address.”

“You probably could,” Foggy offered, sitting on the floor of Matt’s apartment nursing a beer.

The two had pretty much moved back in together since what happened. Foggy had gone home to Marci’s ashes as well, and he couldn’t stay there. He just…he couldn’t. So Matt offered him the guest room in his apartment, and it was like college all over again. Except so much worse.

“I…what am I going to do? Just storm in, demanding where she is?” Matt asked, leaning his head back on the couch.

“You’ve definitely done worse,” Foggy reminded him, closing his eyes as he leaned against the couch too. He certainly wasn’t wrong; Matt had done far worse than storming into a building asking questions. But even that seemed ridiculous to do, for some reason. “Buddy…you have to think by now…”

Matt shook his head, leaning forward now to rest his elbows on his legs. His chest ached at the thought of her actually being gone. Foggy had done well not bringing it up in the last few weeks. Holding out hope. But…

“Don’t.”

“Matt…”

“Maybe she’s trying to get back at me for what I did to her –”

“She wouldn’t do that.”

Foggy was right. She wouldn’t do that to him. Not after everything they’d done to make up and fix their issues. Deep down, Matt knew that she was gone. He knew she was dead, and gone, and that was it. She had either died fighting or turned to ash like the rest of the world did. Regardless, deep down, Matt knew.

He just couldn’t accept it. Not yet, anyway.

Matt ran his hands over his face. “Try to find that address. I…we’ll go tomorrow.”

Foggy sat up, looking up at Matt with a deep frown. Foggy knew he shouldn’t be enabling this; but Matt was still in the denial step of grieving. Maybe this would jumpstart the next step…

                                            *****

“Are you really going to just storm in?” Foggy whispered as they walked up the sidewalk of the compound. “Also I can’t believe they have no security here.”

“They’re superheroes, Fog. I don’t think they need security,” Matt pointed out, though Foggy stopped him at the entrance of the compound. “I…I guess we can just…knock?”

Foggy hesitated for a moment, then took a breath. Matt raised his fist to the door, but it slid open without touching it.

“Welcome, Mr. Murdock, Mr. Nelson,” a female voice greeted. But there was no one in the entry to actually see. It was almost robotic. “The team is in the main space –down the entryway, to the left into the first door, with Mr. Stark. They have been alerted to your arrival.”

Foggy looked at Matt, feeling uneasy. But Matt just shook his head, leaning over. “This is probably Stark’s AI –I think it’s name is FRIDAY.”

“Does he not remember what happened with Ultron?”

“That’s a sore subject, Mr. Nelson,” FRIDAY commented. 

Foggy straightened up almost immediately, picking up his pace as he walked. “Nope. I don’t like that. No sir.”

Matt couldn’t hold back the light chuckle at Foggy’s distrust of the AI; it was the first thing in weeks that made him even crack a small smile. Though it was soon wiped off his face when he and Foggy entered the main space of the compound. He didn’t need to see them to know everyone was tense; and more importantly, to know that she wasn’t there.

After all, he could pick her heartbeat out in a crowd. There were less than ten people here. And she was not among them.

“Murdock,” Natasha greeted, though her voice was worn out and  rough. She didn’t bother standing from her chair. 

“Ms. Romanoff,” he greeted quietly, taking a moment to process everything he was feeling. “She’s…she’s not here, is she?”

It was Steve Rogers who approached, extending his hand. Foggy took it, then elbowed Matt to do the same. “Mr. Murdock, Mr. Nelson. It’s good to finally meet you both; I’m…I’m sorry it's under these circumstances.”

Matt didn’t take Steve’s hand, though. He simply stared blankly at the hero, trying to control his breathing. Trying to control his emotions entirely, really. Matt’s attention focused then on Tony, who was trying to sit up in the wheelchair he was confined to. He had IV bags attached to him, and Matt’s chest tightened as he listened to the fluids being pushed through the hero’s body.

“What happened?” Matt asked, his voice low as he stepped towards Tony. “I…I just need to know –”

“She fought hard,” Tony admitted, running a hand over his face. He sounded exhausted; defeated. “She fought to the bitter end. But…but she and the kid…” he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

“They turned’ta dust too. Like the rest of the friggin’ universe.”

Matt glanced over, looking over a shorter figure through his fiery vision. His brow furrowed; it wasn’t human. Foggy practically screamed in surprise as Matt looked at him.

“Is that a fucking raccoon?” Foggy demanded, stepping back behind Matt in horror.

“We call him Build-a-Bear.”

“His name is Rabbit,” Thor corrected, crossing his arms over his chest.

Foggy just shook his head, throwing his hands in the air. “Nope. I’m done. I-I…I can’t do this. This is too much. Aliens, and people disappearing, and now talking raccoons. No way. I can’t.”

The momentary focus on the raccoon took away from the realization that she hadn’t even died fighting. She just…she just disappeared. And Matt was…Matt was done too. He needed to get out; he needed to scream and cry and breakdown. But he needed to wait.

“Foggy, calm down,” Matt reassured, stepping back now as well. “We…we got what we needed from them. We can go.”

He turned, stepping back into the entryway. But Natasha was close on his heels, cutting Foggy off as she followed. “Murdock, wait up.” 

Matt did not stop, though he slowed his pace as he walked out the door. She grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop. He looked at her, jaw clenched as he tried to keep his cool. Now was not the time to start a fight; now was not the time to scream at Natasha or blame the Avengers for this. But it was their fault, wasn’t it? They probably provoked whatever the aliens were. They lost; they weren’t earth’s heroes –they lost her and what seemed to be half the planet.

“Matt, please,” Natasha pleaded, relaxing her grip on his sleeve. “I…I’m sorry, Matt. I know that it doesn’t cut it, and I know you probably hate all of us. But you are not the only person who lost her. I did too. She was my family. But I’m going to figure out how to bring her back –bring them all back. It’ll get better soon; I don’t care how long it takes –”

“Why should I trust you to do that?” Matt demanded, looking down at her now. “I trusted you to protect her, and to save the world, and do whatever the fuck it is the Avengers do. But you didn’t do that, did you?”

Natasha took a sharp breath, but did not argue as Matt continued.

“I don’t care if you lost her too, Natasha. I know you two were close, and I get that. But I…I just got her back. I just managed to fix everything, to put our lives back together. And then she…she leaves to save the world and doesn’t come back. What do you expect me to say? ‘I’m sorry you lost her too, but it’s okay, we’ll make the best of a bad deal’? The Avengers tried and they failed. And I…I don’t want anything to do with you or this team anymore. This won't go back to normal, if it ever was.”

Matt stormed off without another word. 

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[suinotsuki]

Regency AU: The Right One

A/N: I just decided to post my fanfics also here on Tumblr. But, all of these are cross-posted to my AO3 account too along with the other SenHaku Week 2021 fanfics of mine! Fanfic Links: AO3 | FF.net

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A Regency Era AU where Kohaku is the earl's daughter and Senku is a marquess. SenHaku Week 2021 Day 4: First Kiss

"You mustn't simply give your first kiss to anyone, Kohaku. It should be with the right person." Was what her dearly departed mother once told her.

The girl took those words to her heart and carried it everywhere with her. It was like a promise. She reserved her kiss for someone worthy. She never let a boy kiss her, and, even though it was improper, she would slap their faces.

Of course, her father looked horrified when she did that to her suitors.

Kohaku won't get married at this rate. My daughter will grow old by herself. A lady like her will never find a lord or duke because of her personality. Earl Bluebelton's youngest is too feral. The family's only hope is the eldest.

There were so many words she heard from her father and other people. She can deal with the judgment of others. People would never know the truth behind their words. They couldn't see what was beyond. But, her father's?

It was too painful.

Was there something wrong with keeping her word to her mother? Is it a mistake to protect herself from those opportunistic men? Did her father not know her mother's requests to her and Ruri? Did he not want them safe and sound?

Kohaku clenched her fists tightly. It's so unfair.

"Milady, is there something wrong?" Kujaku asked, stopping to brush the girl's hair.

Kohaku looked at the woman from the mirror and smiled politely. "Everything is fine."

"Your father wants you to meet someone later. He said he thinks he finally found you and your sister good suitors." The short-haired woman stated as she went back to her previous task. "However, if I may speak my mind, they're not enough."

"I guess that's something we shall see."

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"Kohaku, you'd behave well for today," Kokuyo ordered his youngest as headed to the parlor.

"Father, I don't think Kohaku would do something unacceptable." Ruri softly stated, but the words fell on deaf ears.

Kohaku could only look down in silence.

When they arrived at the parlor, their father smiled at the waiting guests. "Welcome! Thank you for joining us."

Both the siblings curtsied in front of the Earl's sons. Kohaku looked up to take a quick once-over at their guests. Her eyes widened as blue met blue. She recognized the lord in front of her. She knew him, and she wasn't happy with this meeting.

"Lord Magma, Lord Mantle, shall we?" Kohaku could hear her father speak, but her gaze was on the large lord she knew too well.

As if she was going to let the two of them become part of their family.

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Kohaku couldn't believe it.

Kokuyo immediately sent her to her room when he noticed her defiant attitude towards the Earl's sons. She had to chase them away. And knowing Lord Magma's personality, she knew she had to make an extra effort. Her image be damned. She was going to protect her older sister!

Feeling frustrated, Kohaku grabbed her cloak, took her horse, and snuck out of the manor.

She needed a breather, and it was impossible to have that inside the house. She had to go somewhere. She had an idea where, but anywhere but this place was fine. The lady urged her horse to move faster. She trusted the stallion would lead her to that place.

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Kohaku had gone to the marquess' house several times before.

She and Senku Ishigami first met before her big introduction to society. It was during one of the times she sneaked out of the manor. She found him by accident trying to make something fly up into the air. Upon seeing his crafts, she became fascinated with them and frequently came back to watch. He found her soon after.

When they saw each other at her debutante, Kokuyo wondered why they seemed close. He was also the reason why they had to dance together for one song. It wasn't bad. Kohaku would describe it as a pleasant experience. However, it was only good because that day was full of men trying to pursue her. A duke's son even tried to kiss her, but she dared to punch him in front of many.

The incident became part of the morning news.

"Lioness, I thought you weren't leaving the house today," Senku said as she approached him.

"I'm not a lioness!" Kohaku sighed. "Father found a suitor for Ruri. I made a scene and got kicked out of the dinner table."

"I can't see anything new there. Who was it?"

"Lord Magma." She intentionally left the part that her father thought she could be a match for Lord Mantle.

"Hmmm... Your father seems to be getting desperate in finding suitors."

"As you said, marquess, there was nothing new," Kohaku repeated his words. She looked over to what he was holding in his hands. "What's that?"

Senku chuckled and looked at a part of his latest invention. He only needed the piece he was holding in his hands. "Rather than explaining, why don't you see it first?"

She blinked in confusion, but still nodded as she trusted him. The boy grabbed the lamp he was holding, and they crossed the fields together. It was a long, silent walk as the marquess' land was expansive. Despite having light to illuminate their way, there were times that he would trip. It's why Kohaku would always hold him for support and not the other way around.

Finally, they arrived in front of an enormous tree. It wasn't like the others in the land. It was one of a kind. With the lady's impressive eyesight, she could see that something shined on the trees whenever the moonlight hit it. What was it? She wasn't sure. It was probably another thing the boy crafted.

Senku removed himself from her side and walked towards the tree. She could see him tinkering with a box. Her heart was beating with excitement. She was looking forward to whatever that was. His skill to diligently work on his inventions made her have respect for him. Maybe that's what made her hang around him too.

Not only was she amazed by his scientific endeavors, but his personality was unlike other men.

"I'm going to turn this on now," Senku stated.

As he pushed a button, the tree lit up, and Kohaku couldn't take her eyes off of it. There were so many specks of light decorating the tree. Nature even decided to make it better by drizzling snow from the heavens. She could have sworn she saw a faint rainbow of colors. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking.

It was probably even the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

From beside her, Senku smiled. She didn't even notice him walking to her. He noted how her shoulders relaxed as if her previous worries faded. A smile graced her lips, and her eyes lit up far brighter than the lightbulbs he made. Kohaku was supposed to say something to him. However, as soon as she looked at him, his gaze caused her to forget her words.

Everything seemed to vanish as they stood there caught in a spell by the brilliant glowing lights.

They took in each other's features memorizing each detail to heart. In the end, their gazes landed on each other's lips. They closed their eyes. The distance between them slowly shrunk with Senku cupping her face. Kohaku held onto his coat, and like that, they kissed each other softly.

Years later, Kohaku would be able to say she gave her first kiss to the right person.

[midnight-moonlite-melancholy]

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[scritch-scratches]

Tag Game: Ten First Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Tagged by @mirrorfalls :)

I'm including all the unpublished stuff I've been working on, for funsies. I don't have any plans to post many of these even when I do finish them, but I suppose if anyone's interested, I might...

You do not know if your orphans are alive or dead. (Unnamed and unpublished WIP, King Ohger experimental oneshot)

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta go assassinate the Mayor.” (to catch a tiger by the tail, unpublished WIP, Yugioh Zexal post-canon oneshot exploring the ensemble cast's adult lives and the ongoing "crisis" that is Shark being the new Mayor, according to Vector)

The end of the world was taking a lot longer than anyone expected. (Unnamed and unpublished WIP, Yugioh Zexal last of us!AU, Kaito's POV but starring Yuma, Astral, Haruto, and the Barians)

The mantle he seized from the King’s shoulders is warm. (Unnamed and unpublished WIP, King Ohger oneshot)

There’s lots she still needs to learn about the (her?) family. (your heart remembers, unpublished WIP, The Promised Neverland post-canon oneshot about Emma rediscovered Norman and Ray)

Pirates are coming. (the edge of seventeen, new chapter, Usopp's introduction)

So, Conan doesn’t get dissected, actually. (Spy x Enemy, new chapter)

Separated from the world behind a pane of glass, Shinichi could only watch. (Dominoes, new chapter)

Compared to the work he’s doing to earn his degree, tracking down the marksman is easy. (California Justice, unpublished WIP, Dr. Stone one shot exploring Xeno and Stan's lives before and after stone)

“What? No.” Vermouth frowned. “You’re not the spy.” (DA101, final chapter)

I'm tagging @mirrorfalls right back lol. idk if you've already done it, but if you haven't, you should

[senkusphone]

More MS Paint art, this was for a twitter collab back in the day. Genbu as Demopan... it made sense in my head at the time. You may not remember his character, he's the super tall guy who just wanted to get drunk in the village, and overfilled Chrome's drinking bowl. Nobody picked Mantle so I adopted him too. Check out the jaspturq in the background, really proud of that

Yes I am forcing you to look at the details I put in. I particularly enjoy drawing objects in detail.

Here's another entry for the same collab, the one I wanted to reference by having Kohaku on her phone, by the way.

I provided The Taiju Texture also. Credit where it's due, Mizz came up with the Asagi extra dry beer joke.

[syngrafaes09]

Strange Nights | Vampire! Dr Strange x Y/n

Logline: After Y/N gets imprinted by a vampire Dr Strange, living under a fictive identity, they must unravel the cause behind her constant misadventures before their hopes are crushed forever.

Masterlist

Chapter 16 : The Safe House

It wasn't much of a surprise to find two sorcerers waiting for them in the parking lot. Pepper parted from them with a hope to see her soon. And Y/N felt they would meet again though not soon. She felt a little disturbed at the sight of Loki.

"Before we get started, I'll give a fair warning that you wouldn't like a teleportation. It will be unnerving- weightlessness and exploding like. Won't be like stepping through a portal," Wanda told her. "There will be a period of ... unusual sensation."

"Then why not step through a portal? Wouldn't it be less unnerving?"

"Here is your first lesson," Loki responded. "Portals are the easiest way of travelling but the traveller can be tracked. Teleportation is the toughest and undoubtedly - the deadliest - but no one can know where you went. It is like going right through the gate bridging two places. But the only difference is you’ll be creating the gates and brige through yourself.”

"And what are we running from?"

"We exactly don't know. That's why the precaution."

It ended as instantaneously as it had started. It was undoubtedly unnerving, sickening, weightless, contracting, and then exploding. It had knocked the wind out of her and nausea churned in her stomach. Good thing it was quite empty.

"I'll never get used to this," Wanda panted. Y/N felt a little relieved that she wasn't the only one breathing in a jerky rhythm, heart pounding. 

"You better get," Loki replied, his own voice a little breathless.

Trying to look up, Y/N shivered and thought, the words coming freely into her mind - the place was infelicitous.

The gate was tall and ominous and heavy, set strongly into a stone wall that went off through the trees. Even in the darkness, she could see the padlock and the chain that was twisted around and through the bars like a serpent. Beyond the gate, she could see only that the road continued, turned, shadowed on either side by the still darker trees.

With a flick of his finger, Loki opened the padlock, loosened the chain, and opened the gate wide enough for one of them to enter.

"Invite us in."

She stared at them in bewildered silence. They stood there few feet away as if some invisible barrier was holding them out. "We can't get inside any property unless it belongs to us or invited in."

"But this isn't mine."

"In sort of a way- you are inside- it is."

"Okay... come in," unsure if that was enough or something more formal was required. But it was enough. "I thought it was a myth."

"Not all myths are a myth. It's nature's own way of defending your kind from our kind. Everyone has their own protective aura. Low but enough to stop us from entering their spaces right away."

As they walked along the deserted pavement she caught a glimpse of what could be a tower or rooftop. She wondered if it was a castle with towers and turrets and spires. If it was not then maybe some gargoyles and gothic statues. 

They turned onto the last stretch of the straight walk to come, face to face, with the secluded old Victorian house. It was enormous and dark, looking down over them. 

It was his home. She knew that, although where her certainty came from was a mystery to her.

It looked like the home of a wizard. Dark and secluded. 

Lost beneath the tapestry of dust the main hall's bleached grandeur took her breath away. The blackened timbers that soared overhead housed an enormous chandelier laced with cobwebs. The fireplace stretched across one wall, the mantle and surroundings carved with mythical creatures. It was a grand place - one built for marquees, earls, or viscounts. Under the heaviness of the staircase were great double doors that veiled the hallway leading to the kitchen and the dining hall.

The wide landing bifurcated into two hallways that stretched across each side of the house. Their walls held heavy portraits in golden frames cloaked by white sheets. 

They strolled by the closed doors to the far end that gave way to another ascend of stairs. The second floor had a long, straight hall to accommodate the doors to the bedrooms and unlike the first floor - a stairwell to the third and first floors.

Y/N had a rare perception that any attempt to style was given up after the first floor - as if the builders had a premonition of the house being lying abandoned for decades. Another perception was, she and Wanda were alone now, Loki somewhere still exploring the riches behind the closed doors of downstairs. They went for the only door that bore the sign of not being untouched for decades, hence unlocked. 

It was a large, impressive room without a speck of dust. A brick masonry fireplace - flanked by doors - on one side, while on the opposite a great state bed - with a full corona and azure draperies - foregrounded huge volumes of books. Mostly it gave a pleasant atmosphere except the thick curtains obscuring the windows that were a reminder of the ambient melancholy of what was left behind the closed doors. 

She had expected, almost dreaded, some dingy cell to be held back that what was thrown in now was much more pleasant than the others - thrown hours earlier - weren't thrown so nicely. A piece of cloth, most likely by Wanda, was thrown at her as well.

"This wardrobe really needs an upgrade," she commented shutting the closet door with a bang. "No matter how clean, your clothes still smell of blood."

She'd felt self-conscious about using someone's clothes with or without their permission. On the other hand, she felt hardly comfortable exploiting the hospitality of a stranger to such an extent. "If isn't too much, can't you conjure something?"

"Junior, I would have done that without your asking. We're in a wizard's nest. Only his magic will work here. And Stephen being a keen experimenter, without warning has trapped us in here until his return."

The realisation of being stuck wasn't charming to either woman. And Y/N had mistaken her to be familiar with the place. "So you have never been here before?"

"Never thought he had one besides the beach house. But I'm not surprised. A sorcerer of his rank is bound to have secrets even from friends and family." Even after expecting secrecy, her voice had a tinge of hurt. She shrugged it off. Who didn't have a skeleton or two in their closets? "Try getting some sleep. He should be back by morning. Then I can go and buy you groceries and clothes for the stay."

Overwhelmed with emotion and excitement, she was certain of a sleepless night. Not unless some of her curiosity was downpoured. "Wanda," she called out with the voice of a child pleading her mother to tell one more bedtime tale.

She didn't need to be psychic to hear the unspoken words. "Fair enough but I don't know much. Keeping you up with speculations won't do any good either."

As per their negotiation, after Y/N was in bed, Wanda asked her to shoot her questions. There was hundreds of question swarming in her head. Since she didn't know who they were running from it would no doubt be difficult for her to explain their situation. So she went for the first thing she was sure Wanda knew about. "In the clearing, after the fight was over, what had I done?"

It was a simple question yet difficult. Not any sane person would take it well if they were told that they were a witch with the ability to wrap reality. At least she didn't take it well. "Will you be screaming and running out of the house, if I told you were a witch?"

She felt lost for words for a second or two. After a few more ticks, Y/N stammered, "I'll be Harry Potter to that," and awaited further information.

"Good... We don't use wands though."

"Don't worry about that. Not all magical systems use wands. What's our version?"

"Our version - Stephen would explain that better than me. I mess things up when it comes to teaching a novice. But I'll explain about what you did." Y/N's eyes twinkled with excitement. She was taking it pretty well. "You know everything around us has a probability. Most of the things - on a scale of zero to hundred, with zero being least probable and hundred being most - happen or not happen. For example, you get a paper cut. It will probably heal within a few days but that doesn't mean that it's not unlikely to get infected." Wanda paused, wondering if she was making any sense. Y/N nodded urging her to continue.

"Well, getting back to the paper cut. Sorcerers like you and me can alter or accelerate what's happening. If it's healing, we can accelerate it to heal it within seconds instead of days or can make it take months. The same works with infection, we can worsen the infection or retard it. There is also a chance of retrograding it to an infectious state if it hasn't healed completely."

That explained how he went swiftly from limping to beside her so fast. "But what happened to me?"

"Well, what had you wanted?" Wanda asked, getting up from the bed. "Just wanted to ease his pain or take it away?"

"Take it away," Y/N whispered after recalling the events.

"So you got it. Be careful about what you wish for, Y/N. This probability shifting is the tip of an iceberg." Y/N took a shaky breath. It was rattling dangerous. She bit her cheek. "What we wield is Chaos. Without balance and control, it'll fracture us mentally, physically, or both. But you have Stephen and me. He once helped me to control it. He'll teach you too." 

[demarcy]

Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde - R. L. Stevenson

Plus son inconscient se détache de son conscient, plus l'homme se désagrège. Déchirure entre le ça et le moi quelques années avant la publication des travaux de Freud.

1. "At that time my virtue slumbered; my evil, kept awake by ambition, was alert and swift to seize the occasion; and the thing that was projected was Edward Hyde."

2. "It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it."

3. "Though so profound a double-dealer, I was in no sense a hypocrite; both sides of me were in dead earnest; I was no more myself when I laid aside restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the furtherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering."

4. "You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others…"

5. "Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm."

6. "I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both."

7. "His affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object."

8. "I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin."

9. "With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to the truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two."

10. "If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also."

11. "Men have before hired bravos to transact their crimes, while their own person and reputation sat under shelter. I was the first that ever did so for his pleasures. I was the first that could thus plod in the public eye with a load of genial respectability, and in a moment, like a schoolboy, strip off these lendings and spring headlong into the sea of liberty. But for me, in my impenetrable mantle, the safety was complete. Think of it—I did not even exist!"

[thethirdgenesisbooks]

Members of the Pantheon

To build their pantheon of false gods, the people of the Empyrean Corporation selected the best, brightest, and otherwise most important from among them. Here is a list of the various members of the pantheon and their roles in the Genesis II project.

Nyx:

Known among the others as “Dr. Gabriel Nyx,” the de facto leader of the corporation, Nyx took the mantle of the “God of Light,” and first-born son of the first god. Nyx is the overseer of the others, and his followers worship him as the creator of all light, warmth, and goodness. Out of all the false gods, he is the least directly involved in the project. The mythology surrounding him says that he created the archons from the sun’s rays, which is why their blood is golden in color.

Enlil:

This ancient deity is a pure myth invented by Empyrean. Supposedly, he was the first god to come into existence, the “Father of All.” He, then, created two other gods, Nyx and Sygin. All of existence would have continued in perfect harmony, had Sygin not murdered him. The false gods of Empyrean teach that one day he will return, and when he does all will be made right once more. This, they claim, is why it’s important that the mortals mine adonium, because the adonium is his blood, and they need it to resurrect him. All of this, though, is a lie, and Enlil never existed. As far as the false gods know, anyway.

Sygin:

Like Enlil, this deity too is pure myth invented by Empyrean. Just as Nyx is supposedly the god of light, so too is she the fabled “Goddess of Darkness.” In her boundless and baseless hatred, she slew Enlil, subsequently creating fiends to help in her fight against the other gods. Though all of this is false, there are still many fiends, even within the Rebellion, who believe in Sygin and say their prayers to her.

Nebo:

Also known as “Dr. Adryan Nebo,” he is the most gifted of all their genetic engineers, and the supposed “God of Science and Knowledge.” Despite the commonly accepted mythology on Ymir, it was Nebo who created the archons, humans, and fiends of the world, using genetic engineering. He has always had a love for mythology, mysticism, and religion, and it shows in his work.

Liita:

Dr. Jaleah Liita is the physicist who first discovered how to refine adonium so that it can be used. Thus, she became known as the “Goddess of Magic.” She set up a system on Ymir by which the people of the planet could cast spells and otherwise use the world-changing capabilities of adonium, but each time they do they have to spend a seleni coin. Seleni coins are made up of a combination of adonium and silver, and each time someone casts a spell using these coins they pay her for the magic.

Seth:

Also known as “The Honorable Judge Axtin Seth,” he has resided over countless cases, deciding how to interpret the law. His desire for righteous law is why he became the “God of Justice” over Ymir. He wrote many books on morality and ethical philosophy. At the end of the First Age of Ymir, when the false gods of Empyrean decided to wipe out all that they had created and start anew, Seth had a crisis of conscience that ultimately led him to start the Rebellion. After that, all the books he wrote were declared heretical, and the other false gods claimed he had become the “God of Chaos.”

Montu:

Admiral Jastin Montu loves warfare the way most people love music. From childhood he was fascinated with every aspect of war; from strategy, to inspiring the troops, to weaponry, to basic combat. He won many battles for Empyrean and quickly rose up the ranks, becoming the scourge of many throughout the galaxy. For this, when the Genesis II project began he was made the “God of War.”

Shun:

Bentom Shun is the chief of robotics in the Empyrean Corporation. He also knows ways to motivate workers, and thus has been made the “God of Stone and Labors,” as well as the patron deity of automatons.

Anu:

Dr. Atticas Anu specializes in studying strange weather patterns. He has often made machines that can alter the weather. When the Genesis II project started, Empyrean encountered some odd storms caused by adonium, and Anu stepped in to solve the problem. For this, they made him the “God of the Sky,” but, being an avid philosopher, he requested that they make him the “God of Wisdom” as well.

Ashtoreth:

Lady Jynna Ashtoreth is a member of a noble house that is respected by many throughout Empyrean’s territory. Her family rules countless planets and brings immeasurable wealth to Empyrean. When she caught wind of the Genesis II project, she insisted on being allowed to be a part of it. Given her breath-taking beauty and talent for making people love her, she was made the “Goddess of Love.”

Kernun:

Dr. Erock Kernun is one of Empyrean’s top Xenobotanists. Several times, he has successfully cross-bred plants from completely different planets. The false gods feared that if they allowed the people of Ymir to thrive too much, they might eventually make the world uninhabitable, as had happened to Earth. So, Kernun was called in to be the “God of the Wilds,” to ensure that the people of Ymir had a respect for nature.

Rakos:

Dr. Erisha Rakos has long specialized in finding new ways to cheat death through science. While advances in medicine had already ensured that the people of Empyrean would no longer age, she was not satisfied with this. She discovered ways to digitally store human consciousness so that people could live on in machines, and later have their consciousnesses put into new, biological bodies. The discovery of adonium on Ymir has intrigued her, and she immediately requested to be placed on the Genesis II project so that she could develop new paths to immortality that adonium offered. Fittingly, she was made the “Goddess of Death,” and patron goddess of the faithful undead of Ymir.

Chronos:

No record of anyone named “Chronos” exists anywhere in Empyrean’s archives. Even so, a man named Chronos has been with the false gods since the Genesis II project began. Every time one of the other false gods gets it in their mind to investigate Chronos or call him out on this, they forget all about it shortly thereafter. Often, they even forget he was ever there, and sometimes even those on Ymir who are loyal to the false gods forget that Chronos exists. None of his temples, shrines, or chapels can be found on any Ymirian map, yet his priests always insist that they have visited these holy places recently. A true enigma.

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Bluebell

Chapter 15

After being abruptly transferred to the BAU at what she suspects was Gideon's request, Cassie Boann struggles to find her footing. Shy and solitary by nature, the transition is made all the more difficult when Dr. Spencer Reid seems to take an almost immediate dislike to her. Unfortunately for them both, their respective areas of expertise leave them paired off more often than not. But when Cassie's past literally starts hunting her, Spencer is forced to consider that he might, in fact, not hate her at all.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Spencer Reid x OC

Warnings: Canon typical violence, kidnapping, stalking, drug use, blood, injury, death, PTSD, eventual smut, more tags to be added

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15. And She Was

Cassie didn’t know when their sporadic hangouts had become a ‘thing,’ as Derek so eloquently put it. When they’d started sitting next to each other and blathering away on their ride home on the metro instead of reading on opposite sides of the train car. When they’d taken to grabbing dinner together more often than not after a late night at the office. When they’d gravitated towards the couch on the plane so Spencer could beat her so badly at cards. 

When they’d become friends. 

She wasn’t complaining though—it was nice to spend her Friday nights seeing arthouse movies instead of pouring over crime scene photos, to have someone to share a meal with that wasn’t Chuck, who now wore the ugliest Christmas sweater she could find in honor of the season. 

Still, it didn’t stop the guilt. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself that she wasn’t letting her parents’ case fall by the wayside, she couldn’t halt the nagging guilt that every minute perusing bookstores or getting Thai food or sitting on Spencer’s couch was a minute not spent hunting down their killer. 

“Cass!”

She looked up to see Spencer waving at her from across the street. He wore a long woolen coat and gloves, a long woolen scarf draped over top more as an accessory than anything else. His horned-rimmed glasses glinted in the winter sun, his wide smile evident even from a distance. She waved back, saving her progress on her laptop before slipping it back in her bag. 

It wasn’t as if she had stopped looking. She’d just started living too. 

“Sorry I’m late, the Red Line was a disaster.”

“It’s fine, I had evidence to look over.”

“You know overworking leads to cardiac issues and lowered productivity.”

“Shut up, you sound like Gideon.”

Spencer just laughed. “You’re just upset I’m right.”

Cassie rolled her eyes, making a face as she mimicked him. It only made Spencer laugh harder. 

“Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery.”

“If we stand out here not more minute my fingers are going to fall off.”

“It’s like you’ve never heard of winter,” Spencer said, pulling off his scarf to wrap it around her. She stiffened looking up at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

“You hate germs.”

“You’re cold.”

“Spencer—“

“Come on, I thought your fingers were falling off. It’s only a couple more blocks to the restaurant.” 

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The tavern was rather small, but cozy, lit mostly by fake candle-esque lighting scattered about. It had a fire roaring in the large stone fireplace, an antique kettle hung from the mantle. Cassie had heard about it from Ayesh, who’d told her they had ‘the lamest open mic nights he’d ever heard.’ Which turned out to mean it was a favorite spot for the nearby Conservatory students to perform more classical work. 

Spencer watched Cassie warm her hands over her cup of mulled wine, her face still red from the cold. She’d shucked off her black peacoat—at least she’d worn a proper coat this time instead of her old, oversized corduroy jacket that might have started out some sort of burgandy but had faded to somewhere closer to raspberry. Though he could tell it couldn’t be nearly as warm as the weather called for, it was far too thin. He got the feeling she wasn’t a big shopper, especially the it came to anything casual. She had about six outfits she wore in various combination outside of cases, nearly all of them well-worn to some extent. 

He didn’t think it was so much that she wasn’t one for fashion, it was more that she had a pathological aversion to caring for herself beyond the most basic sense. The fact that she’d put on weight since they’d started regularly hanging out—healthy, much needed weight—told him that if left to her own devices she had a disordered eating schedule at best. Paired with her constant training—he’d put her body fat somewhere under 13%. 

That was probably a big factor in why she was always so cold. 

He remembered her reaction when he’d wrapped his scarf around her—he hadn’t been thinking of anything except the way she was trying to hide her shivering, but she’d been worried about his own aversion to germs. Had he done anything he wouldn’t have done for anyone on the team? Granted, they all seemed to dress warm enough for the cold, but it was simply a kind gesture of a friend. 

Nothing more. 

He wished it sounded a little more convincing, at least in his head.

“…so then after primary decomposition, they sever the head from the spinal column, cover it in a plaster compound and mold it into the shape of the deceased’s face, incorporating bits of shell and other precious items to serve as eyes. These were incredibly intricate burial masks, depicting facial hair, defining features. Mind you, then they bury them back under the kitchen floor in most cases.”

“I think I missed something,” Spencer said, blinking rapidly. Cassie just grinned.

“You were day-dreaming so I wanted to see how far into Levantian burial practice I could get before you tuned back in.”

“Sorry, I didn’t—”

“Don’t be sorry, I was just teasing you.”

He couldn’t help but meet her smile with his own. 

“So how’s your dissertation going? I can’t imagine you’ve had much time to work on it with our caseload lately.”

Cassie made a face, taking a large sip of her second glass of wine. “You sound like Dr. Garvey.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes. No. Depends.”

“Because you don’t want to defend it yet?”

“Don’t profile me.”

“I’m not, I’m just—I know it’s a really nerve-wracking process and I just thought if you wanted someone to read it over and practice I could help you out.”

“It’s just not there yet, you know? And—I don’t want it getting out at work that I’m working on it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want them to think I’m not serious about my position at the BAU and it doesn’t really have anything to do with work. It’s just something I do for myself, you know?”

“No, not at all. I think everyone would be pretty impressed—“

“Just please, don’t tell them? I know it’s stupid, I just—I want to keep that part of my life separate. I know it doesn’t seem like a big distinction, but it is for me.”

“Yeah, of course. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine, you didn’t. I just—I like the distance of archaeology. The emotional distance. I don’t get that kind of detachment at work. In the lab it’s a puzzle that no one’s been able to figure out and in the field—in the field half the times it feels like being up to your elbows in the consequences of failure. It’s finding every piece of horror the victim was put through and knowing the terror, the pain that filled them in their last moments.”

“Doesn’t that weigh on you? I mean—Dr. Garvey told me he’d have you running the unidentified collection by the time you were thirty if he had his way. It’s clear that you’re incredible at what you do—why put yourself through the trauma a of all that over and over?”

“Because I hopefully can prevent more bodies from ending up on my table. Because their stories deserve to be told, their identities confirmed. Because I know what that type of fear is like, what it does to a person.”

She broke off, her gaze shifting to something far away, her brow furrowed. He saw a flash of her blood-soaked face after she burst out of the forest in Whitefish, of the dozens of jagged scars that littered her skin. He reached out without thinking and grabbed her hand across the table, dwarfing it in his own. She looked up at that, seemingly shaking herself from her thoughts.

“The Smithsonian also won’t issue me a gun, which I think is pretty lame.”

She gave him a big, over dramatic eye roll, one side of her mouth quirking up. Spencer snorted, shaking his head. 

“I am very clearly Rick and they want me to be Evie.”

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They found themselves meandering down the road after, aimlessly heading towards the Red Line. Spencer had insisted that she keep his scarf for the night and she’d promised to have it dry cleaned, which he’d insisted wasn’t necessary. 

Cassie was filled with a warm fuzzy feeling that was just as likely to be the three glasses of wine she’d enjoyed with dinner as it was the easy comfort that Spencer’s presence had become. 

More so. It was definitely the wine. 

She stopped abruptly in front of the Warner theatre, lit up for the night’s performance. It hardly looked different from her childhood, the same grey stone and art deco lighting. The marquee was advertising The Firebird. Spencer stopped a few paces ahead, circling back, brow raised. 

“My mother was the Firebird here, many years ago. That was how she met my father.”

“Your mother was a ballerina?”

“In Kiev. She was very talented—the Bolshoi Ballet wanted her desperately but she defected while they were on tour. She danced for the Washington Ballet for the rest of her career.”

“That’s how you speak Russian and Ukrainian.”

She nodded. “Both my parents were Soviet defectors, but my mother never wanted me to lose that heritage. There was no love lost between the old country and my father, but my mother—my mother missed it, I think. Missed Kiev, missed her family. But she loved my father and I, loved the life we were able to have in America.”

She laughed, using the moment to brush away the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. They were just as soon replaced by others, and she dropped her head to try and hide them. 

“Hey,” Spencer said, hesitating a moment before wrapping her in a hug. She stiffened at his touch before melting into him, burying her face in his chest. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just—I must have had too much wine.”

“I’m here if you want to talk about it.”

“I know, Spence, but I can’t,” she said as she pulled away. She gave him a trembling smile. “I really had a great night. I wish I could stay out but I really have to go home.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can walk you back—“

“I’m fine, Spence, please don’t worry about me. It was more than enough that you listened.”

She turned quickly on her heel before he could see the next wave of tears, before the trembling took over and she truly lost it. The marquee has hit her like a ton of bricks, knocking her so far asunder—

And Spencer had hugged her, just held her as she ruined the wool of his coat with her tears, as she made a scene in front of all the passerby’s. 

God, he must think her an idiot.

It’s what she deserved, for bringing up her mother. For not feigning that she had stopped to tie her shoe and swallowing down all the memories, all the grief that came with it. 

This was why she didn’t go out, didn’t get close with anyone—she couldn’t let down walls or else everything would just come tumbling out, destroying everything she’d managed to build in their shadows. 

She managed to get back to her apartment before she fell apart entirely. She did little more than make sure each of the five locks on the door was locked before she tugged off her jacket and buried herself in her bed. She sobbed like she hadn’t sobbed in months, in years until she ran out of tears and she couldn’t hold her eyes open. 

It was only then that she remembered Spencer’s scarf was still wrapped around her neck, the soft wool of it retaining his scent—like wood and old books and coffee, always coffee. She pulled it off, folding it gently so as not to ruin it. 

She placed it on the empty pillow on the other side of the bed before curling back into a ball and letting sleep finally take her. 

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He listened to his friend about the dreams and nodded.  “I get it, trust me I do.  I spent seventy years asleep and what I don’t talk about is the whole time I was dreaming.  I was in war so you can imagine they weren’t the kinda dreams you wanna have for that long.” He swallowed hard at the thought of the nightmares that woke him every night and the dreams Natasha said she had, Bucky too.  They were all tainted in that way.  Even Kara who’s optimism was the glue that held them all together had been waking up screaming every night since Thanos.  

Steve reached out and clasped his shoulder and squeezed.  “You know, I’m not supposed to say anything but you might wanna talk to your daughter, she’s been bad with nightmares since she watched that happen to you.  Just something I’ve noticed.  We all have nightmares that are terrible but I’m guessing whatever those stones did to you, it might be amplifying it.  You’re friends with Dr. Strange, right?  Maybe he knows something.”  

When he got up, Steve sat up in his chair and rested his arms on his knees, eyes following Tony.  He laced his fingers together and smiled. “Well see, you’re right there where I hoped you’d be with this.  Kara’s rebuilding the compound, I accepted the position as Director of the new SHIELD.  What if you come on as a teacher at the compound.  Everyone is gonna want Stark Tech… and as the Avengers, you and Kara have always done that.  So keep doing that.  Don’t be Ironman, the Avenger.  What about being Tony the Avenger that stays back and keeps us all safe… same thing Bruce has decided to do.  Whatta you think?”

"I think that sounds like a good idea Steve and I'll try to talk to Stephen about the dreams that Kara is having. I don't want her having horrible nightmares because of the magic in those stones and we all know that she's weak against magic." Tony looks at Steve, tilting his head to the side and then cocks an eyebrow "Thanks for telling me, I'm always concerned about her like a father should be about his daughter, but she keeps things from me to make sure I don't worry too much about her." He smiles, tilting his head to the side "She's always been that way, fine until she isn't and then she comes and talks to me."

He comes back over to the table and puts a hand on his friend's shoulder "I had no idea that you had such a bad time of it when you were frozen, I would have thought that you wouldn't have dreamed at all." Tony then smiles slightly as he looks at him "I bet you're just like the rest of us still having nightmares about that time in your life and not knowing how to deal with them in a way that's healthy. I talk to Pepper, but I hate to throw all my shit on her plate you know when we have our Morgan but sometimes, I just need to get it out. You might think about going for professional help and maybe I'll go with you."

Tony then squeezes Steve's shoulder and nods his head "I can still provide tech and help out with teach the noobs sometimes sure but I have a family to take care of now so it won't be often that I can come into the compound, but I have a lab and I can do the tech around the clock if I need too." He smirks, getting a thoughtful look on his face "It'll be good to still be of use even in retirement you know what I mean? I mean giving over the mantle is something that I had been thinking about since I messed with those stones, but I never thought that I could do it really. That I couldn't feel like I would be done ever."

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