this is my new sangheili oc he comes from idk a random sangheili colony where they have weird animals. he leaves his horde of mudkips behind when he joins the covenant but after the great schism he returns to train and become the very best
So, I’ve seen a lot of posts about Lance being bilingual because he’s from Cuba, but this is my personal head canon. I mean, the boy went to a super elite astronaut-training school, yet we know he’s not as technologically gifted as say Hunk or Pidge (and his piloting skills are debatable). What if he got in based on another talent?
Cordelia and Aral are drift compatible, of course.
Miles Vorkosigan isn’t drift compatible with anybody, but has once or twice (okay, five or six times) been forced to steal someone else’s Jaeger and solo it. It’s not clear whether he’s drifting with Admiral Naismith or not drifting or what. He continues to insist that this is never part of the plan, that any plan where you need to steal a Jaeger and solo it is a bad plan. The Dendarii can’t help but notice that he laughs gleefully over the com every time as he swats tanks with one hand.
Simon Ilyan can drift with anybody, but everybody would rather not: he brings nothing to the drift, but takes everything out of it.
Mark is also not drift compatible with anyone, and hates Jaegers. He was forced to try to solo a Jaeger one time, but it exploded. As part of his elite assassin training, Mark was trained to control Kaiju to destroy cities. It’s right there in his record, accessible to anyone with a security clearance, and he will calmly tell anyone, security clearance or not. People keep not believing him. He has destroyed three cities and did not enjoy it at all.
Ivan claims he once drifted with Miles. Most people don’t believe him. People who know him very well also don’t believe him, but admit it could happen.
Cetagandan Haut would never stoop to piloting Jaegers. Every time a Kaiju has a new power, Cetagandan Haut start manifesting the same power, 20 years later.
Every pair of Elena Bothari, Elli Quinn, and Taura are drift compatible with each other.
It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.
At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.
With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.
“I’m going to find you!” Felix sang. He knew
exactly where his sister was from her giggling. He knew she was behind a tree
in front of him, but was just letting her think she was going to win their game
of hide-and-seek. It had only been hours since he returned home from his
mission to the mortal lands, and all the other members of the Elite had been
dismissed. He, however, was awaiting the arrival of a certain bastard and heir
and couldn’t make a public appearance until they were with him.
He’d lied to High Lady Feyre and told her that
he and Eleana were going to spend some quality time with Quathryn for a few
hours, but that would become longer if Eleana didn’t arrive home soon. He was a
little worried about how long Laya was taking to come home from the wedding,
but there were multiple explanations for it. Firstly, her and Kaden were having
such a splendid time that they let time slip away from them. Unlikely, knowing
how angsty the two were. The second option was that they had a fight and Eleana
is blowing off steam somewhere, but if that had happened Kaden would have come
to him by now. Then there was the possibility that things went so horribly with
his family that they were all dead and Felix would never see his friends again.
“Come find me! Lis!” Quathryn sang back to him.
Her little voice warmed his heart and made him think more realistically. Together,
Kaden and Eleana were an unstoppable force – he had to believe that nothing
would go wrong. He’d go insane if we worried about them as much as they
warranted him to.
In ancient Celtic society the Druids and Druidesses composed an intellectual elite, whose knowledge and training placed them as priests of the Celtic religion. Their training normally lasted over twenty years and consisted of the memorization of literature, poetry, history, and Celtic law as well as astronomy. The Druids mediated for their people, preformed sacrifices, interpreted omens, and presided over religious ceremonies.
The Druids didn’t believe in writing down their philosophies and rituals. When they were killed during the Roman Invasion, and survivors later censured by some Christian missionaries, much of their knowledge and ideals were lost. It is difficult to say with absolute certainty precisely what the old Druids believed, or how exactly they worshipped. We only have about 10 pages (translated) left of information on the Druids.
When a tradition loses its living practitioners, it doesn’t mean that the tradition dies. It is not by copying the past that continues the Druidic tradition, although the past can inspire us. Neo-Druidism is inspired by the ancient Druids, and they decided to name themselves after the wise, spiritual beings that they strived to become.
People who call themselves “Druids” don’t claim to follow the same path as the ancient Druids, just one inspired by them. Our society is left with barely any information on the Druids and the Druid Recontructionism movement has done its best by looking at sources and pulling together information to try to understand the basic fundamentals of Druidism. Anybody who claims to follow an ancient path of Druidry is lying as we have no information to accurately follow that path.
To call oneself a Druid is to simplify their intention - how else would they go about it? To say “I am a follower on the path of Druidry” just doesn’t roll off the tongue in casual conversation. The term is there to clarify the path, not to claim grand titles. Any Druid who has done their research knows that they aren’t following the same path as ancient Druids and that in ancient times, “Druid” is a title given to someone who studied many subjects for a long time.
They won’t change what they call themselves as they’ve spent hundreds of years during the reconstructionism calling themselves Druids and making the term “Druid” known- why would they change now?
The team behind the critically acclaimed revamp of Batgirl returns with an exciting sci-fi action-adventure series! By day, Domino Swift competes for fame & fortune in a worldwide motorcycle racing league. By night, she cracks heads of rival gangs in brutal bike wars to gain possession of a rare, valuable contraband: an engine-boosting “machine narcotic” known as Crush.
Written by John Allison (Bad Machinery, Scary Go Round) and illustrated by Max Sarin, Giant Days Volume 5 finishes off freshman year in style, collecting issues #17-20 of the Eisner Award-nominated series. Their freshman year is finally coming to a close and Daisy, Susan, and Esther say goodbye to Catterick Hall forever. Literally forever. It’s being bulldozed and re-purposed as a luxury dorm next semester. But as one door closes, another opens and between end of semester hookups, music festivals, and moving into their first home together, their life experiences are just getting started.
Stuck in a small town with a broken-down van, Emily goes on a walk. After following some shady characters through subterranean tunnels, she discovers three video monitors showing stories from a magical present, dreamy past, and strange future. In this long-awaited sequel to the award-winning and critically acclaimed graphic novel POP GUN WAR: GIFT, author and creator of The Wrenchies, FAREL DALRYMPLE, revisits his world of surreal urban fantasy.
Wakanda! Home of the Black Panther, a proud and vibrant nation whose legends and mysteries run deep. Now, delve deep into Wakanda’s lore with a love story where tenderness is matched by brutality! You know them as the Midnight Angels, but for now they are just Ayo and Aneka — young women recruited to become Dora Milaje, an elite task force trained to protect the crown of Wakanda at all costs. But with their king shamed and their queen killed, Ayo and Aneka must take justice into their own hands! They’ve been officers. Rebels. Lovers. But can they be leaders? Plus: the return of former White Tiger, Kasper Cole! As Wakanda burns, Cole can only watch helplessly from halfway around the world. Will he find a new beginning — or meet a painful end?
Gotham City’s guardian. Metropolis’ Man of Tomorrow. Themyscira’s warrior princess. They are Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman. Together, they are the greatest heroes the world has ever seen.
And their bond is about to be tested like never before.
As an older, wiser Superman takes the place of the brash young hero they once knew, Batman and Wonder Woman find themselves confronted by a force that tests their very souls. It is called the White Mercy, and it wields a power greater than that of the World’s Greatest Heroes combined.
Thrown together by fate, these three icons must join together to confront their own weaknesses and defeat the evil in their midst. If they fail, the whole world will fall…
[No that title is not a typo, it will make sense when you read the fic]
A/N: Gahhh it frustrates me that I didn’t like/reblog/bookmark the post that inspired this fic but if the blogger who came up with that headcanon sees this, please tell me so that I can give you all the credit you deserve for this genius prompt. I present to you:
May and Marid’s One Night Stand
May groaned as another boyfriend walked out on her. What was it with people and unable to deal with the fact she did not want to have kids? Her nephews nieces were more than enough.
It wasn’t just the kids issue; her previous beaus always found one reason or another to leave. She can’t blame all of them for her short term relationship; she has broken up with several of them because they wanted the fame that came with dating the Queen’s sister. It was fun the first few years, her boy craziness finally paying off. Everyone wanted her and she gladly welcomed her. But now well into her 30s, she wanted to settle down. To have that one companion she can count on whenever. She wants what her sister has with Maxon.
As she watched her now ex-boyfriend walk away, she knew that wasn’t happening anytime soon. She wished she could turn back time and enjoy her youth a little bit more. That’s what she needed; to feel young again. May was usually a magnetic and positive person but some days just got her down and she needed to drown her sorrows. She ended up at Angeles’ Hell, a new and upcoming bar for the 20 something trust fund babies of Angeles. This was the perfect place for her to down a few drinks and momentarily forget about her failure of a love life. Hey, maybe she could find a younger guy to keep her warm for a night.
That is exactly what she did.
His bright smile was enough for May to swoon. She could have ran her hands through his mass of curls for the rest of her days. His eyes were deep set and charming. He dazzled and swept her off her feet. He was the perfect stranger.
So of course she slept with him.
He was the solution to her problems. She needed to feel young and that young man fulfilled all her needs. For that one night, she felt free of her previous romantic endearvors. She didn’t have to worry about what would happen next. She just focused on the now. She could worry about tomorrow when it came.
Worry is exactly what she did.
Marid Illéa just turned 20, he was determined to finish his teenhood bucket list and start a new one for adulthood. He had finally checked off ‘Sleep with an older woman’. My, the redhead he picked up the night before was wild. He was feeling pretty good about himself. So good that he was going to ask her to stay for breakfast. You need to know that Marid does not do The Morning Afters. He’ll usually kick her out the moment she opens her eyes. He stared at his ceiling and sighed contently. He heard his redhead echo the content sigh. They simultaneously turned to each other and yelled. They jumped away from each other in digust. They should have known better.
His dazzling smile was a little too iconic. Her red hair was a little too Singer.
As they examined each other, they saw all the years they missed after the Illéas left the Palace. May saw how his round face had become a strong jaw line sharp enough to cut, and his stringy limbs had filled out, she had felt up his muscles the night before.
Marid was at a loss for words. He used to have a school boy crush on her. She had aged well. Her features were more set and prominent. Her usual giddy smile was pulled back into a grimace as she assessed the situation.
“You can’t tell anyone!” They both exclaimed at each other before sighing in relief that their twisted secret would be kept safe. Marid was still in awe of his old babysitter. The Schreaves and Illéas were busy people so when their children needed tending to; Magda and May would take over. This was of course before they had moved. Marid had taken a immerse liking to May.
May noticed his staring and raised her eyebrows.
“What are you staring at?” “I can’t quite believe it’s you. How have you been?” “Can I have a moment to change and breakfast before we start with the small talk?” He nodded and left her to be while he changed in the guest room. Once they were both dressed, they met up in the living room. May was examining the apartment. She turned to him when she heard footsteps.
“Where are your parents?” He rolled his eyes. “I moved out the moment I turned 18. We had differences in beliefs.” “They seem to have differences with everyone.” May joked. Marid could only respond with an exasperated sigh.
“So what was the beloved sister of the Queen doing at Angeles’ Hell? You and I both know that isn’t the place for the larger than life May Singer.” He could pretend all he want but he had kept tabs on the royal family, especially May. He was hoping for the day he could reenter her life because she had always made his life a little brighter. He was also keeping an eye out for a husband; it couldn’t be just anyone, it had to be someone worthy of May. So of course Marid had guessed why she was at the bar the night before. She was lonely.
Despite it all, he wanted to hear it from her. It wasn’t his place to throw assumptions at her. Being May, she was known for being energetic and happy all the time. She was determined to keep up that side of her even if it gets tiring after a while.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She teased him. It was better than admitting that the cheerful May Singer was lonely and a little sad. Marid saw right through her but decided to keep quiet. She would open up when she wanted.
“Fair enough. Strawberry tarts and chamomile tea just the way you like it.” He served her. As she took her place at the coffee table, he went back into the kitchen to get his own breakfast. “Chocolate covered waffles and mocha I assume?” She guessed. He nodded with a smirk. It’s like they never left each other’s lives. They spent the rest of breakfast catching up. While Marid was on task with keeping up with the Schreaves, May was only vaguely aware of what Marid had been up to all these years.
After breakfast, they had to get on with their lives. Marid was deflated that the spell would be broken as soon as May left. Quite the contrary, before leaving, she turned to him.
“We should do this again.” Running the words through her head, she corrected herself, “By this I mean breakfast and nothing else.” Marid grinned, clearly amused but nodded nonetheless. They bid their goodbyes and went their seperate ways.
They both became too busy to have breakfast again. When Eady announced her Selection, both of them got to working. May was obviously helping her niece prepare while looking for her own suitors in Eady’s pile. Marid, on the other hand, had more devious plans. For you see, beliefs that Marid and his parents differed in involved the Illéan Throne. August and Georgia were perfectly fine with the Schreaves ruling whereas Marid felt as though he had been robbed of his birth right. A little after the Illéas had left the Palace after their falling out with the Schreaves, Marid took his father’s stash of diaries by their ancestors as an act of defiance. He found Gregory’s journals and started reading. The more he studied Gregory’s journals, the more he wanted the Throne and knew he deserved it.
As right as Marid may be about the Throne being rightfully his, he wanted it for all the wrong reasons. He wanted it for the power. To have a kingdom at his fingertips. The Schreaves - especially King Maxon had inherited the Throne deservingly and was ruling the country for the right reasons. He wanted the best for Illéa.
For years, Marid had been waiting for the ample opportunity to slither into the good graces of the Schreaves and strike. Eadlyn’s Selection was the opportunity that he had been waiting for. He had waited years, a few more months until she has narrowed down her Elite was nothing. His plan was to reenter her life and sabotage the Elite all while making himself seem like the perfect suitor. Once Eady marries him, he’ll either stage a death or make her bend to his will.
The idea came to him when he slept with May. Initially, he wanted to use May to get to his goal but he respected her too much to do that to her. Eady on the other hand, he knew from the moment they were playmates that she would be a terrible Queen. So there would be no lost love.
While May was trying to piece the most fulfilling life for herself, Marid set his plan to get Eady in motion. In short, his plan did not work. It all went down the drain. She declared Illéa a constitutional monarchy and picked a husband who wasn’t even in the running for her Selection. He was hoping the backlash of the latter would help him gain favour of the citizens. But before he could devise another scheme to do that, May put a stop to it.
This was their first meeting after the one night stand. May was furious. How dare he manipulate her niece like that? She barged into his apartment and started giving him a earful.
“How could you?” Was the first thing she yelled at him. Then she goes on to rant about everything wrong with what he did to Eady; all the manipulation and blackmail. She went on about how disgusted she was about all of it. Marid was hardly paying attention, he had heard this all from his parents after The Schreaves had relayed the shit he had tried to pull. The only thing that struck a chord with him when May gave him a piece of her mind was when she delievered her final line.
“I’m so disappointed in you.” He stopped breathing for a moment. He turned to her slowly. No one has ever said that to him, his parents somewhat expected this. They were always mad at him, not disappointed. Disappointed suggested that they believed in him. No one ever believed in him, he had to believe in himself and built himself up to be the man of the media he was today. He knew there was a reason he liked May. Even when they were younger, she believed in him. He knew what he had to do. Marid never had any regrets in life but the only two he had now was not reaching out to May earlier and having disappointed her. He did something he never thought he’d do. He apologised.
“I’m sorry, May.” She softened a little, seeing how apologetic he was but that doesn’t excuse how he was with Eady. She stared him down firmly. “I’m not the one who you should be apologising to.” He pursued his lips. He did not want to apologise to Eady. She would throw it in his face. May, almost reading his mind, insisted that it was the right thing to do. He groaned and whined but eventually gave in. May escorted him to the Palace to make sure he didn’t make a run for it.
He didn’t even want to replay that scene in his head. She laughed at him. That horrid girl - his Queen actually laughed at him when he apologised. With the killer side eye May was giving him, he had to take the emotional hit. He was not happy about it to say the least. He crossed his arms furiously as he stomped his feet all the way out like a child throwing a tantrum.
“I can’t believe you made me do that!” He turned on her as soon as they left the Palace grounds. She rolled her eyes. “Eady could have had imprisoned for treason so don’t pull this tantrum with me, Marid. I’m losing my patience with you.” May said sharply. He was taken back. He was starting to see the error of his ways. When you piss off May Singer, you know you’re doing something wrong. He apologised meekly but she was having none of it. They parted ways, May asking him to only contact her after he has pulled himself together.
True to his word, he stayed away until he got himself together. Months later, he set up a meeting with May. He had a surprise for her and funnily enough she did too. He asked her to meet him at Leo’s soccer games. She was confused at the location but agreed nonetheless. When she walked up to the bleachers with a certain tall, dark and handsome gentleman, Marid’s heart dropped. His plan was a bust. May thought the same when she saw a caramel haired man by Marid’s side. They pushed all negative feelings away and smiled at each other. They introduce each other’s companions.
“Baden Trains?” Marid frowned, wasn’t he a part of Eadlyn’s Selection. “Your uncle?” The dashing young man by Marid’s side was far too young to anyone’s uncle. Then again so was she. They excused themselves from their friends and sorted this out.
“Are you trying to set me up with your uncle?” “Are you doing the same with Baden?” They both nodded at the same time and grinned. They wished each other luck and went to meet their respective dates.
Marid shook hands firmly with Baden and was immediately smitten. May shyly went up to Marid’s uncle, most likely August’s brother because they looked so similar. She offered him a tentative smile; she felt like she was 14 all over again. She did all the crushing rather than the other way around. He beamed at her and held out a hand.
“Hello I’m Jules Illéa.” May blushed. “May Singer…say do they name all of you after the months of the year?” He laughed a beautiful laugh and that’s when she knew.
Summary: You are attending an elite hockey training camp with your junior team, along with several other of the best female/male junior teams from the country. You know this is your big shot to be scouted for the CWHL, but a certain boy from Arizona keeps catching your eye. Having been focused on hockey your entire life, you struggle to balance your growing feelings for this boy and achieving the goal you’ve dreamed of since being a little girl.
It’s hot out. Like, stinking hot, sweat droplets rolling down your spine, hair plastered to the back of your neck kind of hot. But instead of calling it quits, you lift yourself up from the ground, crouching low and placing your hands on the grass before you take off across the field. When you reach the imaginary finish line, your breath is shallow, your lungs gasping for air in the thickness of the midday summer heat. You wipe the sweat out of your eyes and sprint all the way back. And then you do it again, and again, and again.
When you finish, the sun has sunken in the sky, red and low above the horizon. It is when you turn around, after taking long, messy gulps of water from the garden hose, that you notice him standing there. Your cheeks grow hot as he catches your eye. Immediately you look down, staring at wetness of your clothes, soaked in water and sweat. How embarrassing. You turn and walk away swiftly, down the hill and towards the cabins.
You see him again, not much later, at dinner in the mess hall. A bunch of your teammates are crowded around you, along with several members from other hockey teams attending the camp. Your shyness keeps you from engaging readily with the new girls and you instead force yourself to continuously eat or drink to minimize conversation. You’re eating tacos for dinner, out of all things, and are desperately trying to bite into the shell as politely as possible without making a giant mess (as one does). After a semi-successful bite, you place the taco down and take a look around the hall at everyone else. As you chew slowly, your gaze drifting around the room, you feel the weight of someone staring at you.
He’s looking directly at you, his lips curled upwards in a crooked smile. Before you can wonder what he’s humoured by, he makes a wiping motion on his cheek.
Self-consciously you reach up to your cheek, mimicking him, and feel the something by the corner of your mouth. You bring your finger back in front of you. Sour cream. Great.
You feel your whole body grow hot with embarrassment, and hastily dab the cream away with a napkin. You look down at your lap, but you can still feel his eyes on you. You fight the urge to look back up.
“Hey, Y/N, you’ve been awfully quiet today,” one of your teammates, Alexis, comments. “Something up?”
You pretend to be confused. “Oh, no - sorry, I think I was just zoned out for a bit.”
Alexis turns to the new girls. “Y/N here is the fastest both on and off the ice - sometimes we think she should’ve been the next Usain Bolt instead of a hockey player. She’s probably sad ‘cause she only ran forty laps today, not fifty.”
You roll your eyes as Alexis grins.
One of the girls on the other team, a pretty girl with dark skin and warm brown eyes nods and laughs. “Don’t worry. I’m the exact same way - running is kinda my entire life, other than hockey. Maybe we could run together sometime?”
“Um, sure. That would be nice.” You smile awkwardly.
As the conversation quickly turns to a different topic, your linemate and closest friend, Steph, reaches across the table and touches your arm. “You okay?” she mouths.
You nod. She raises an eyebrow, not convinced.
“Later,” you mouth back.
You force yourself to engage in the conversation, trying to ignore the weight of the boy’s eyes. When dinner comes to a close, you muster up all the courage you have and glance over to your right. The table is empty.
Morning rolls around sooner than expected, and you can’t bring yourself to get out of bed until Steph threatens to strangle you with a pillow unless you turn off your alarm, which you had purposely placed at the other end of the room so you couldn’t hit snooze.
“It’s way too early,” Steph grumbles, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
“Tell me about it.”
“Nothing like a morning skate at 7am to kick your ass. Happy Monday, and also a giant-fuck you to you too!”
You laugh, and Alexis opens the door that connects the adjacent room to yours. “Who the fuck is swearing this early in the morning. Go back to bed, morons.”
You and Steph exchange a look.
“Have you forgotten already?” Steph asks. She grabs a brush from a bag next to her bed and begins combing her blonde hair.
“Morning skate. 7am. Listed on the schedule they gave us yesterday?” You hold up the laminated pink paper, seemingly innocent upon first glance, but in reality the schedule printed on it is an intense, military-like division of your days, separated into training, eating, more training, and then a short time slot allocated for sleeping. Fun.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” Alexis exclaims and then storms back into her side of the cabin, yelling at the other three girls to get their butts up.
Steph and you look at each other again and shake your heads before dissolving into laughter.
The bus ride to the hockey rink is short, fifteen minutes tops, but you relish the quietness. Everyone is still half-asleep, the bus devoid of any conversation. Breathing slowly, you take in the tranquility of the trees on the side of the road, and the way the sun illuminates the cloud of morning fog carpeting the fields of grass.
Twenty minutes after you arrive at the rink, you’re lacing up your final skate lace. It’s 6:58am.
“Remind me why I decided going to this camp was a good idea?” Steph whines as she snaps her chin strap into place.
“Because our team desperately needs conditioning. Especially you.”
“Yeah, true enough, but I could just force you to take me on runs. You could be my own personal dryland coach!”
You roll your eyes. “We’ve already tried that once, and how did that end up?”
Steph pouts, and you laugh, double knotting your laces before standing up.
You both jump at someone banging loudly at the door. It swings open and Alexis pokes her head inside. “Hurry up you two. You’re wasting precious time that could be spent scoping out all the hot guys.”
“Hot guys? What the hell are you on about?” Steph yelps.
“Hello.” Alexis waves her arm in the air. “I may have forgotten what time this skate was at, but I certainly remember them mentioning last night that the majority of our skates are co-ed.”
“Oh, shit!” Steph exclaims, turning to you with excitement and shock.
You try to match her expression but instead feel the blood drain out of your face.
“Yeah, so get your asses out there, otherwise no hotties for you.” Alexis motions you and Steph to follow, and against your better judgment, you grab your stick and slowly trudge out of the dressing room and onto the rink.
As your feet leave the rubber-coated floor and your blades hit the smooth surface of the ice, it’s like a switch has been flicked. You instantly relax. The rink is your home; no guy is going to intimidate you off the ice.
You skate several laps around the rink, warming-up your legs. You don’t pay attention to anyone else around you, but instead weave in and out of bodies as you feel your muscles gradually loosen. When the coach blows the whistle, and signals everyone over, you keep your focus solely on him. You’re here to train. You’ve worked too hard to make it to this level, and there’s no way you’re going to blow it by being distracted.
The drills are demanding, and involve every bit of concentration you can muster. 2 on 1’s, 3 on 2’s, breakouts, single-touch passing, and shooting exercises that test your slapshot, snapshot, and wristshot. By the end, you know your face is bright red without looking, and you can feel that your under-armour beneath your equipment is completely soaked with sweat.
The coach blows his whistle. “Alright, just before you leave, I want to test your stamina. On the line.”
Everyone around you groans.
“Let’s go! Stop standing around!” the coach barks, slamming his stick on the ice.
You line yourself up on the goal line, exhausted but secretly excited. You’ve always enjoyed suicides, as tiring as they are. They’re like a race, and you love to win.
The whistle blows and you’re off like a rocket. Everyone takes their first step a full second after you, and you use that to your advantage, propelling yourself forward. You race to the blue line, stop quickly before crossing over and hustling back to the goal line. You blaze through the exercise faster than anyone else, but when you’re halfway back from the far goal line, you notice a flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye. Someone is drawing even, their long legs eating up the distance between you. You dig your blades deeper into the ice, powering forward with every bit of strength you have left. You are not going to lose.
The goal line approaches rapidly but the person has not let up. Bewildered by this, you extend your stride as much as your small legs will reach, but it isn’t enough. You and the other person cross the line at exactly the same time.
You stop sharply, blowing snow onto the boards behind you. You can’t believe you didn’t win. Who the hell is that fast? You try to look over at your newfound rival but the other players cross the line, obstructing your view.
Steph finds you in the crowd, and pats your helmet with her glove. “Holy shit, way to go girl,” gasps between panting.
You shake your head, disappointed. “Who tied me?”
“Not sure,” Steph says, looking around. “He’s like 6ft though, so his legs are twice as long as yours. You should be proud that you tied him.”
“Yeah, but I wanted to win.”
“Oh, Y/N, you kill me. You’re literally the only person I know that enjoys suicides, let alone considers them a race. Just try to be happy that you didn’t pass out.”
“Maybe you should run more and then you wouldn’t feel like you’re gonna pass out.”
“Oh shut-up.” She laughs, cross-checking you playfully.
The coach blows his whistle several times. “Take a knee.” He waits until everyone is paying attention. “Good work today. I’m impressed by the dedication and effort everybody put into today’s practice.”
Some of the guys let out a small cheer, and everyone starts tapping their stick on the ice.
The coach holds up his hand. “However, if you thought today was hard, I will let you know that it only gets worse from here on out. If you cannot handle the level of intensity, I suggest you leave right now.”
Nobody moves a muscle.
The coach grins, clapping his hands together. “Great. Now, just before I let you go, I’d like to congratulate our two winners at suicides today! Where are you guys?”
Steph nudges you so hard, you nearly fall over. You glare at her and stand up, making your way over to the coach. Curiously, you look over at your opponent.
Your stomach drops.
He’s smiling at you, the same attractive smirk he had on his face the previous night at dinner. His brown eyes seem to be laughing. You look away, blushing.
You’re suddenly aware of the coach looking at you expectantly. “What’s your name?” he repeats.
“Oh, um, I’m Y/N.”
“Alright, everyone, give a round of applause to Y/N and Auston for completing suicides the fastest!”
The group bangs their sticks on the ice, and you can’t help but smile slightly at the sound.
“For that, you two are free to go. Everyone else, you’re gonna help me clean up. Girls - you’re on puck duty. Guys - pylons and nets please.”
The moment everyone breaks apart to clean, you skate over to the door and leap off the ice, ignoring Auston’s gaze.
You’re nearly at your dressing room when you feel a glove grab your elbow gently.
“Hey, Y/N?” he says it like a question.
You exhale and turn to face him. “Yes?” You stare at up him, face emotionless. Cool, you’re playing it cool.
He rubs the back of his neck and flicks his eyes down before meeting yours. “I, um…I just wanted to say good job out there today. I didn’t know a girl could almost beat me.”
You cross your arms. What an asshole. “Oh, so you’re saying that you think girls aren’t fast enough to keep up with the boys?”
“No!” he blurts out, noticing your pissed-off expression. “No, that’s, that’s not what I meant.”
“So what did you mean?” you retort cooly, but you kind of feel bad for him. His cheeks are slightly chubby, giving him an cute, innocent look.
“I um, I just wanted to compliment you.”
“Oh. Well, thanks. I was surprised that a boy almost beat me.” You smile at him.
He laughs, and the sound makes your heart beat faster. You panic slightly. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around, Auston.”
With that, you turn sharply and walk away towards the dressing room before you can hear his reply.
When omega Stiles Stilinski’s parents die in a car crash, and the state takes away his younger brother, Isaac. Stiles is willing to do anything to stay with him. Including working as a drudge at the orphanage. Until one day a wealthy benefactor adopts both Isaac and him. Now he finds himself living under the care of their mysterious benefactors attorney, one Alpha Derek Hale and his uncle another Alpha, Peter Hale.
Stiles is running from his abusive ex-boyfriend back home to his father with his new best friend Cora. What did Scott do to make Stiles hate him? Will Stiles open himself up to the equally damaged Derek? Will he find love?
(1/1 I 9,316 I Teen I Sterek I 10 Things I Hate About You)
“I would have to want to date Derek for your plan to work,” Stiles points out, secure in the knowledge that his logic is infallible and yes, he’s had a pointless and soul-destroying crush on Derek for as long as he can remember but nobody knows that.
In the future, the polar ice caps have melted and covered the earth with water. Dry land is a myth that people tell their children about when they put them to sleep. People live on floating communities called atolls and merchant ships.
Over centuries, mutations have evolved from the human race to allow for their survival in this post-apocalyptic world. Stiles is a mutation, an omega, living in this world. But Stiles has a secret. He knows where dry land is. Or, at least, he might know where dry land is. He’s not sure if it’s real, but he knows that’s where he comes from and that his father is supposed to be there waiting for him. And he has a map that’s supposed to tell him exactly where it is.
Enter Derek Hale, an Alpha mutation that has adapted to life fully on the water.
Stiles and Derek set out on a lifetime journey to find mythical dry land and dammit, Stiles can’t help but be attracted to Derek and his intoxicating scent.
After totally screwing up in his mating ceremony, Stiles thinks finding a mate is the worst of his problems. As the Stilinski omega, it is his duty to carry on their bloodline, no matter how much he rebels against societal conventions and pack norms. But as news of the Alpha Pack invading California spreads, secrets and problems from the past begin to resurface, causing chaos within the districts. Stiles’ troubles increase ten-fold when his father enlists to fight, despite his injured heart. So, Stiles decides to take matters into his own hands and take his father’s place. By joining the war, he’ll prove to his father and everyone else that omegas are useful for more than just mating and breeding. It’s the perfect plan.
(14/14 I 20,893 I Teen I Sterek I Breakfast at Tiffany’s)
Stiles is the omega never meant to be caged.
Derek loved him when he kept playing the same song in his guitar, loved him when he was another alpha’s mate, loved him when he abandoned his life over and over again, and loved him when he tried to abandon the alpha as well.
(17/17 I 47,770 I Explicit I Sterek I Princess Mononoke)
Cursed by a dying god, Derek seeks help from the great wolf Satomi. She lifts the curse with a Bite, but Derek can never leave the forest, lest the curse return.
Taken in by Satomi’s small pack, Derek finds himself learning more about the forest and navigating an antagonistic relationship with Stiles, Satomi’s only human child.
But darkness encroaches at their borders as the humans of Irontown delve deeper into the forest in their quest for iron, and the bad blood between the wolves and the humans threatens to breach the point of no return.
And Derek may well be the only one who can pull them back from the brink.
(25/? I 69,393 I Explicit I Sterek I Cutting Edge)
Derek Hale is one of the sexiest Alpha’s to be in the Werewolf Olympics, held every four years. Unfortunately after this last Olympics, getting only the silver medal, his partner bails on him. In need of a partner, and being a total stubborn Sourwolf about the whole prospect, his coach and uncle, Peter Hale decides to go in search of one by himself. He finds Stiles Stilinski, an Omega who just so happens to work as a Stripper at one of the best gay bars around town and gives the boy an offer he can’t refuse. Peter figures that the mouthy exotic dancer would be good for his nephew. However, what he didn’t intend were for both of the wolves to not only start hating eachother, but to also have enough sexual tension in their ire to melt the whole planet’s ice rinks.
In a fantastical military state, Stiles, an orphaned nobody, street smart omega was rescued as a child by war hero alpha, Commander Derek Hale. Six years later, Stiles still maintains an obsession with taking care of himself and a blatant mistrust of alphas. Stiles becomes the first omega to be accepted into elite training with the Black Wolves, the military’s special operations force. Derek has always intended to mate with Stiles and is furious at the idea of him entering training. However, Stiles’ guardians only agree to allow Derek to mate with Stiles if he allows Stiles to attempt Black Wolves’ training. Derek becomes Stiles’ commanding officer and the war between them begins. Also a lot of fraternization.
“There are still just a few days to the celebration and I don’t have a date.” Kal groaned pulling off the thin linen shirt that was sweat soaked. The sun catching at the scales that ran down the dragon’s spine. He’d spend the last few hours honing his skills with the spear - with his mind somewhere else he ended up missing half his shots. “My aim’s weak.” Kal groaned.
Hello! My brain is totally empty of ideas. The only thing I know, is that I want my book to be about the supernatural, but it's hidden (kinda like Teen Wolf) and my main characters are in highschool. Do you have some plot ideas? ~Maybe~ a murder..?
I haven’t seen Teen Wolf but from your ask I can deduce that it is a show about secret teenage werewolves.
So anyway. We want supernatural, teens, and murder, huh? Sounds festive.
Okay, let’s brainstorm a little!
- Your characters are secretly supernatural beings. There is a string of suspicious murders happening that could reveal their existence. The whole secret supernatural community needs to solve it and shut it down before the human police find out something they shouldn’t.
- Your character is a human whose parents are involved in the police force. A string of murders unlike any they have seen is plaguing the town, and your MC is starting to notice something is strange about some of their classmates.
- Your character is pat of an elite family trained for the express purpose of keeping the secret population of supernatural characters in line. One case gets particularly nasty.
- Most kids go through puberty in their teenage years. A special few have a more interesting transformation. Turns out, your character inherited some interesting traits from a parent they never met, and now they are desperate to find others like them. The hidden world that they are now finding they are actually part of is a lot darker and more complicated then they felt ready to deal with- not to mention trying to balance all their classes in the meantime.
- Your character is a supernatural being. Their childhood best friend is not. Something terrible happens to a member of their friend’s family, and your character knows it was one of their kind that did it. As their friend hunts for justice, your character fears that they will find out their secret and hate them because of what they are.
- At the same time that your character is finding out what they really are, a group of suspicious murders are taking place. Your character is terrified that they might be responsible without control of their abilities, but maybe it’s possible that they’re being framed. Amid doubts, your character and their friends have to find out and clear suspicions.
- (Only somewhat hidden) The world is just now starting to discover that supernatural beings walk among them, and amid crisis and persecution, your characters struggle to hide who they are, while at the same time, several of their kind decided it’s time to prove their superiority over humans.
- Your character stumbles into a meeting held by the most exclusive club at their high school and sees something they shouldn’t. The members are amazed that this human is actually able to see their true forms. Also there is murder or something (dropped the ball here)
- Your character has always been able to see the true forms of those that walk amongst them, but for years, no one has believed them. Now something dark is going on, and your character believes they are the only one who can do something about it.
I purposefully kept things pretty generic and avoided picking specific beings to give you the opportunity to pick a few of your own faves and adapt the story to it!
This is candy for me, finally getting to see how he acts. I have this theory (prove me wrong, Furudate) that Osamu is the “least talented” of the twins, but only just a bit. And he has to live with the constant pressure and frustration of having to see his twin being the “best” one, the most popular, etc. The one who was invited to that elite training camp, while he wasn’t.
I might be becoming too weak for Osamu, but I just really want to protect him if this ends up being true.
I’m so, so, so curious, so interested to learn more about him. We’re seeing snippets of his personality so far, but I will treasure every single chance we get to see him.
Your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams
Summary: Inception crossover/AU. Dreamsharing is digging through the mind, through the
deepest, darkest secrets that should stay locked up tight, never to see the
light of day. And the Winchesters—well, no secret is safe from them.
Word Count: 1,575
Characters: Dean, Sam, John, Ruby; Dean-centric
Warning: Mentions or torture, cannon-typical violence, invasion of another’s mind, non-linear timlines
Author’s Note: This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s Favorite Things Challenge. My prompt/inspiration was the movie Inception, which is also one of my favorite movies. If you haven’t seen Inception or need a reminder, I made a primer, which you can findhere.
The title is from Acts 2:17. I’ve never been this nervous about a piece before, so please give me some feedback! Thanks to @stori-teller for the beta!
In a dream, pain is all in the mind. Dean knows this—it’s
one of the first lessons his father taught him—but it doesn’t matter because
pain feels real when it happens. When the projections get him—because it is
only a matter of time at this rate—they’ll tear him apart and he’ll wake up in
his worn lawn chair, wracked with pain and an entirely whole body. He’s already feeling a dislocated shoulder;
blood flows from a large hole in the other shoulder, but he tries to ignore
that, too. It doesn’t matter that it isn’t real; what matters is that he feels
all of it.