power-surged

Still alive!

But, alas, my Simming computer is dead. :( The power surge that killed the power supply also toasted the motherboard. It’s a proprietary Dell one, and it’s cheaper/less work to buy a new system rather than find/replace the thing. Plus, work has been nuts. The lead-up to Memorial Day always is, since it’s a huge movie-release weekend here in the States, and there’s always last-minute, OMG-the-world-is-ending crap happening.

Anyway, now that the super-crazy is over, I had some time/energy to search for a “new” Simming computer. I found a refurb HP machine on Newegg for $120 that ought to work well enough. It’s stripped-down and loaded with Win 7 Pro 64-bit (No way do I want Win 10) and has a newer, much faster processor than my old machine. I’ve got stuff to stick in it, like a video card and whatnot. The only thing I don’t have is more RAM for it, but it’s coming with 4GB, and that’ll do for TS2 until I can get more. I ordered it yesterday, but with the holiday it won’t ship until Tuesday, so I should have it by the end of next week. Then I’ll need to get everything loaded on it (UGH!), and i’ll be back in business. I had everything backed up on an external drive plus I’m going to stick the old hard drive in it (if it’s not damaged) to use as extra storage, so i’ll be good to go.

Hope everyone is well. I can’t really look at Tumblr since the Amazon app doesn’t really work and the dash doesn’t update. I’m surprised I can post with it, even. But, hopefully I’ll be back around for liking and commenting and all that next weekend.

the other night i tried to make a curry and i got chilli burns all over my face, so i thought to myself ‘hang on, doesn’t milk soothe chilli burns? it does’ and i couldn’t google because i couldn’t see so i just had to blindly feel my way to the fridge and pour out a bowl of milk, and then plant my face in the bowl of milk, anyway at that point the rice cooker went off and triggered a power surge which turned my electricity off, which i didn’t notice at first because i had my face in a bowl of milk and when i did emerge from the dairy prison i thought i had gone blind with chilli burns. so no i don’t really cook much.

Spellcasting Combat Narration for D&D

image credit: Ben Wootten

So I was gonna include this in my other article on narrating combat, but it proved far too lengthy, so I made this into part 2! 

Combat is easy to describe compared to narrating spell attacks. I ran into this problem last session when I was getting into detail telling the barbarian how they tore off an ogre’s head but then the druid just kept using Fire Bolt and I kept defaulting to “you shoot a bolt of fire at his face.” I’m going to try and vary things up with these lists and help everyone else in the process! I am organizing them by energy type.

Mode of Attack

Half of a spell’s attack is how the caster shapes their spell. The same spell can look very different with every casting if you have a creative DM. Feel free to switch it up each time it’s cast, or vary the same spell when cast by different characters of different classes.

Attack Words

Generic shapes and terms that will launch from the caster’s hand.

Helix, Spiral, Beam, Erratic, Mote, Bolt, Stream, Blast, Burst, Blade, Arc, Miasma, Cloud, Eruption, Wave, Cone, Missile, Rune, Glyph

Class-Based Ideas

  • Bard
    • Energy manifests from thin air a foot in front of their instrument as they play
    • Energy is shaped like ribbons of written music that ripples towards enemies
    • Several tiny motes of energy appear with each note sung or played. Each point of damage comes from a mote hitting the opponent (rolls a 4 out of a d6, 4 of the 6 note-motes hit)
  • Cleric
    • Energy falls from the sky or emerges from the ground as the cleric prays
    • Beam of energy originates from holy symbol
    • Spell attack should highlight that the cleric is granted their powers from a greater power, don’t have the energy come from their hand/finger. Have the energy come TO them, and then be thrown at the enemy.
  • Druid
    • Energy is shaped like an animal.
    • Energy rushes forth from the surrounding wilderness and zooms past the druid and toward the foe.
    • Much like Cleric, energy shouldn’t come from the caster. It should come from elsewhere before being thrown at the enemy.
  • Fighter (Eldritch Knight)
    • Energy blasts from their bound weapon pointed at the enemy.
    • Energy fires from their mouth as they yell.
    • Energy surrounds their weapon and is used in tandem with it (if close enough)
  • Monk (Way of Four Elements)
    • Literally just watch Avatar: the Last Airbender and do that.
  • Paladin
    • Most Paladin spells are smite-based, so they usually happen when an attack hits. Otherwise, let the energy come from a higher power like the Cleric.
    • Energy bursts forth from within the creature hit
    • Energy surrounds weapon right as the strike lands
    • Energy falls from the sky or erupts from the ground
  • Ranger
    • Honestly, most Ranger spells often seem a lot like man-made traps like Cordon of Arrows (arrow traps), Fog Cloud (smoke grenade), or Grasping Vine (slipknot trap). But otherwise, Play it like the Cleric where the energy comes from a higher power.
    • Energy takes the form of the Ranger’s animal companion or an animal they associate with.
    • Spells seem to cast automatically whenever the Ranger is in a tight spot, almost as if nature itself is protecting them. The Ranger gives an approving nod whenever this happens in thanks.
  • Rogue (Arcane Trickster)
    • Energy is always accompanied by a shimmer of glitter
    • The Rogue plays with the energy over their fingertips as they whistle before casting the spell.
    • Energy enchants one of the Rogue’s daggers and casts the spell by tossing the dagger at the intended location or target.
  • Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)
    • Energy takes the shape of a dragon of your bloodline.
    • Energy surges forth from your breath
    • All energy takes the shape of your bloodline dragon’s energy type, regardless of the actual energy type. For instance, a sorcerer of a blue dragon’s bloodline that casts Burning Hands or Cone of Cold keeps the energy type but shapes the fire and cold damage into the form of a bolt of lightning. 
  • Sorcerer (Wild Magic) 
    • Energy takes on many random forms, never under the full command of the Sorcerer.
    • Energy erupts from random places in the environment when the Sorcerer calls upon them.
    • Energy bubbles and fizzes with all energy types (but mostly the one called upon), as if a piece of Limbo was thrown at the enemy.
  • Warlock (Archfey)
    • Your energy shimmers with iridescent colors and showers enemies with sparks of glitter.
  • Warlock (Great Old One)
    • Your magic corrupts and twists the flesh of the target of your spell, regardless of the energy type.
  • Warlock (Fiend)
    • Energy takes the shape of the unholy symbol of your patron.
  • Wizard (Abjuration)
    • Energy shoots forth from your magical wards, arcing towards your enemies.
  • Wizard (Conjuration)
    • You conjure a short-lived elemental of the energy type you need. It soars at the enemy.
  • Wizard (Divination)
    • You weave the glowing threads of fate in the palms of your hands, tweaking reality to cast your spell.
  • Wizard (Enchantment)
    • You enchant an object to exude the energy and toss it at the enemy.
  • Wizard (Evocation)
    • I mean, you just sorta blast them. That’s what this school’s about.
  • Wizard (Illusion)
    • Your spell usually spawns two or three illusory copies. When the attack misses, the enemy simply managed to dodge the right duplicate.
  • Wizard (Necromancy)
    • Your energy takes the shape of a skull screaming as it flies toward the enemy
  • Wizard (Transmutation)
    • You transmute the energy out of the surrounding environment and fire it at the enemy

On-Hit

So if half of a spell’s attack is the shape and travel of the spell, the other half is when the spell hits. I organized this list by energy type, as different energies will do different sorts of things when they hit a creature. This is mostly a collection of interesting effects, colorful language, and examples.

Fire

  • Your bolt of fire singes their armor (burning cloth, blackening leather, discoloring metal)
  • A tiny bead of fire explodes on contact
  • Showers them with red sparks
  • Your attack leaves behind a billowing trail of smoke
  • A fast-travelling meteor of flame soars from the sky towards the enemy.
  • Your flames leave blisters and cracked skin in its wake.
  • Your fire blackens the enemy’s flesh

Cold

  • You freeze the moisture in the air into icy daggers that fall onto your enemy
  • You freeze the water in their blood to damage them
  • Their skin turns blue and numb
  • You literally hurl a snowball at them.
  • Your spell leaves them covered in a layer of frost
  • A buildup of ice covers where your spell hit. (it’s easily shattered once they move, though)
  • A blast of icy wind and rain leaves them shivering.

Thunder

  • A crack of thunder pummels your foe
  • A high-pitched, deafening shriek focuses itself on the target
  • A thin trail of blood races from the foe’s ears from a sound no one else can hear
  • The enemy falls to their knees cupping their hands over their ears, gritting their teeth
  • You buffet the target with waves of thunderous sound
  • The ground shakes with the force of your spell. Brittle glass objects nearby shatter.

Lightning

  • Lightning comes from the sky to smite your foe
  • You all smell the faint odor of ozone before a bright bolt of lightning streaks toward the target of your spell
  • Before your enemy can blink they are showered in electrical sparks followed by crippling pain
  • The enemy’s back stiffens as the powerful current of lightning surges through them
  • Your attack leaves a permanent web of lightning shaped burns all over one side of their body
  • Your blast of lightning causes their skin to rupture as it travels through their body

Acid

  • Your acid sizzles as it burns a new, unnatural color into their skin
  • The attack melts their flesh, leaving them permanently disfigured at the site of the spell
  • Your spell’s acid causes blue fire to burn where it hit their skin, and bleaches their armor and belongings
  • A rancid smell fills the foe’s nostrils as the acid bubbles on their bare skin, burning through the simple cloth of their shirt.

Poison

  • You spew a poisonous cloud from your mouth at your opponent
  • A spectral viper or insect is flung at the opponent, biting them and filling them with magical venom
  • Your index and middle finger each grow a poisonous fang which you sink into your opponent’s arm (melee range spell attacks only)
  • The enemy’s mouth fills with a foul tasting liquid which forces its way down their throat

Necrotic

  • Your target’s flesh bubbles and boils as a black ichor sputters from the spell’s origin
  • The foe’s flesh festers with magical disease as boils and wounds quickly cover the affected area
  • A skeletal hand wriggles free from beneath the earth, flying towards the target
  • An incorporeal undead shrieks as it flies from your finger toward the enemy to deliver the spell’s effect
  • Black energy swirls around your arm before launching towards the enemy as if it had a life of its own
  • Your iridescent blue magic enters the target’s body and afflicts their soul, making them momentarily dazed as their eyes glaze over.

Radiant

  • A holy light shines from the skies to harm your target, regardless of time of day or obstructions
  • A halo of radiant energy surrounds your head and blinds the target as they gaze upon it
  • Enemies that aren’t of your alignment hear the whispers of your deity moments before being enveloped in a blinding white light
  • The foe’s eyes and mouth emit warm light and they howl in pain
  • A blade of radiant energy slashes through the victim, leaving a trail of blinking motes of light in its wake
  • The enemy’s skin blisters from the raw positive energy surging through them

So essentially this whole post was a creative writing assignment for myself, but I hope that it gives you guys new creative ideas for new spells or new ways to describe existing spells! They don’t much affect the mechanics of the spell at all, so most DMs I suspect will be fine with most of these descriptions if you want your character to cast spells a certain way.

7

On April 26, 1986, a power surge caused an explosion at the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant near Pripyat, Ukraine. A large quantity of radioactive material was released.

On May 2, 1986, the Soviet government established a “Zone of Alienation” or “Exclusion Zone” around Chernobyl – a thousand square miles of “radioactive wasteland.” All humans were evacuated. The town of Pripyat was completely abandoned.

But the animals didn’t leave. And a new study, published this month in Current Biology, suggests they are doing fine. “None of our three hypotheses postulating radiation damage to large mammal populations at Chernobyl were supported by the empirical evidence,” says Jim Beasley, one of the researchers.

In fact, some of the populations have grown. These photos (mostly taken by Valeriy Yurko) come from the Belarusian side of the Exclusion Zone, and area called the Polessye State Radioecological Reserve. Kingfisher, elk, boar, baby spotted eagles, wild ponies, moose, rabbits, and wolves all make their home in the park. In some ways, human presence is worse for wildlife than a nuclear disaster.


Image credits:

  • 1986 Chernobyl - ZUFAROV/AFP/Getty Images
  • Wildlife photos - Valeriy Yurko/Polessye State Radioecological Reserve
  • Ponies in winter - SERGEI SUPINSKY/AFP/Getty Images
(Loki x Reader) Can’t Sleep

Originally posted by i-am-a-poseur

A/N- Can’t sleep….too much netflix…decided to write something completely random…and I didn’t edit so sorry for typos…also it’s summer in Australia and it’s so effing hot so I can’t sleep…so here it is. also dat gif tho😍

Words- 939

Warnings- FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF

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It was about 1:00 in the morning, and you were lying on your bed in the Avengers tower. It was summer, and the past several days had been extremely hot, including the nights. You tossed and turned agitatedly because the heat was making it impossible to sleep. The tower had a minor power surge two days ago due to one of Bruce’s experiments, which for some odd reason had made the air conditioning system throughout the tower to be rendered useless. This meant your second restless night in a row.

“Damn it” you whispered, as you got out of bed and quietly opened your bedroom door to get something to drink. You tiptoed down the hall until you noticed that one of the bedroom lights was on, as you could see under the door. You tried to remember whose room this was until you realised it was Loki’s. Thor had brought him to the tower to make amends and even though most of them weren’t so pleased about it, you all got along tolerably. You were reasonably close to Loki more than most. You talked to him quite often and also leant him books from time to time.  

You softly knocked on the door hoping he was awake.

“Go away Thor, I’m not planning on sleeping” he said bluntly.

“Actually, It’s Y/N” you responded.

A moment of silence passed before the door opened and Loki was standing there, still in his usual clothes with a book face down and open on his neat bed.

“Why are you awake?” he asked, slightly concerned.

“It’s really hot and I usually can’t sleep anyway, so the past couple of nights have been just fabulous” you responded, looking right into his blue eyes “I just saw your light on and I wanted to know why you were still awake” you added.

“Well I was just reading, I don’t sleep much either. Do you want to come in?” he asked. You nodded lightly as you walked in and sat on the bed. Loki felt awkward about sitting next to you, so he just floated awkwardly around the room instead, picking up random items and glancing at the floor.

“Is the heat bothering you too?” you asked, in order to break the awkward silence.

“No, I’m a frost giant you see. The heat doesn’t bother me at all” You looked at him and smiled lightly.

“That’s lucky in this weather” you responded as you discreetly looked at the cover of the book on the bed.

“Divergent” was on the cover. You smiled to yourself and looked back at Loki.

“It’s much cooler in here than my room though” you said, watching Loki walk aimlessly around the room.

“Do you want to stay in here?” he asked.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, you give me books so I might as well give you a slightly more tolerable place to sleep. I must also talk to Stark about how your room is far too small, it bothers me as I assume it bothers you”

You smiled at him and lied on the bed. Loki turned off the big light in the room so there was only one small reading lamp in the corner of the room, which is where Loki sat after he grabbed his book.

“You’re really not going to sleep at all?” you asked quietly.

“Not at all, I don’t mind” he said before he hesitated slightly. “Nightmares you see” he added, looking down at the floor.

“Oh, I see” you say as you bury your head into the pillow. A few moments pass before you get up and walk over to where Loki was sitting.

“Don’t you wish to sleep?” he asked as he lifted his head up from his book to look at you.

“Nope, I can stay up for a while longer, If that’s alright with you?” you respond.

“Absolutely” he says, smirking a little.

You leaned your head on Loki’s shoulder and Loki stiffened at the contact.

“You’re so cold!” you say as you touch his hand with awe. Loki chuckles and looks down at his hand thoughtfully.

“One of the perks of being a frost giant” he says, still looking down at his hand. You smiled at him and continued t rest you head on his shoulder and lean closer and closer into him as time went by. Loki didn’t mind though, he would never say this but he always enjoyed your company.

——–

Later that morning at about 9:00, Thor sat with the other avengers eating breakfast. Everyone was talking about usual topics before Tony noticed two people were missing.

“Where’s reindeer games and Y/N?” Tony asked. The rest of the avengers looked at him thoughtfully.

“Y/N likes to sleep in, so I wouldn’t worry too much about them” Natasha said before she took a bite of her food.

“I will check on my brother” Thor says as he stands up and walks down the hall. He stands in front of Loki’s door and knocks a few times.

“Loki?” he asked, slightly concerned. Thor decides to open the door ever so slightly, and grins when he sees his brother.

You and Loki were on the floor of the room dead asleep, with your book closed and on the floor beside you. You were resting your head on his chest and Loki had his hand almost protectively on your head. You were both breathing peacefully and didn’t stir. Thor slowly closed the door and walked down the hall still smiling.

“He’s still asleep” he responded as he sat down at the table, smiling for the rest of the day.

Butterfly Caravan

Sorry for the long post. There we quite a few things said in one session of combat that lasted a few hours.

Some context - Our party has had a long running game, after many deaths our party currently consists of Ederborn (Wood Elf Ranger), Sulenna (Human Wizard - Prone to being downed a lot), Myllandra (Holy Blooded Cleric), Reinhardt (Human Warlock) and The Boson (Rock Gnome Mystic who changes his name on a daily basis and refuses to answer to anything but his name).

Our party has just been hired by a magical being disguised as a fox to investigate a sealed tomb with promise to ‘great reward’ for our services.

We approach the tomb and discover it to be covered in giant butterflies on the outside with a few mechanical guards stationed by the front door. On approach, we discover the butterflies to be moonlight butterflies (think Dark Souls. The exact same thing, but statted for D&D)

We awaken the mechanical golems and very quickly during the fight realise that we are heavily outmatched. Sulenna has already been downed and then revived by the cleric. Ederborn left part way through the combat so in game his character hid amongst the rocks.

Myllandra - OOC - “I’m gonna cast Polymorph on myself and become a young black dragon, fly 30 ft in the air and use my breath attack”

DM - “Erm, okay, let me just roll initiative… the butterflies are attracted to magic.”

Reinhardt - “Well, we’re dead.”

Sulenna - OOC - “I’m gonna cast fireball on the furthest butterfly to hit them both and hit them for 25 fire damage”

DM - “Okay, it’s now the butterflies turn, one attacks you Myllandra and the other attacks you Sulenna as you both used powerful magic”

Sulenna goes down for the 2nd time this combat and at this point Myllandra comes out of polymorph to heal Sulenna again. 

Reinhardt - OOC “Okay, I’ll take 100 for ‘things I never thought I’d say in D&D’ just take care of the butterflies.

Meanwhile the Boson has been shooting shot after shot at the butterflies hoping to kill one. One eventually dies and the other flies behind a 60ft wall surrounding the tomb.

Boson - “Okay guys, I have an idea…”

Reinhardt - “Don’t do it!”

Boson - “You don’t even know what my idea is yet”

Sulenna readies a magic missile - OOC “I know what he’s planning, let’s do this!”

Boson - OOC “I cast phantom caravan and teleport myself and Sulenna 120 ft above the butterfly”

Cue laughter from everyone but Reinhardt.

Reinhardt - OOC “After this Reinhardt is out, you’re all too crazy!”

DM - “Okay you’re now both 170 ft in the air and begin falling 30ft per round.”

Sulenna shoots her bolt and The Boson takes another shot at the butterfly.

Reinhardt - OOC “Falling through the air… Takes shot. who are you F'ing Widow?!?”

Boson - OOC “No, deadshot”

DM - You notice below you as you start to fall, another butterfly is resting on the outside of the wall. It takes a shot at Sulenna. (Sulenna goes back down)

Reinhardt - “Poor Myllandra, he’s been playing hot potato with heals, there’s gonna be an unofficial love story between the two by the end of it.” - OOC “I cast polymorph on myself and turn in to a young bronze dragon, then fly 80 feet in the air”

DM - “What is it with you all and dragons? A butterfly attacks you after the surge of powerful magic” He then fails the constitution saving throw and turns back to human. “You are now falling as well." 

Reinhardt - OOC "It’s okay, when I have to make a death saving throw I automatically resurrect and don’t have to make the throw. So I land in the superhero pose.”

GM - You don’t make the save until your next turn

Sulenna - OOC “So you land like this!" 

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Cue more laughter from everyone but Reinhardt.

DM - "So Sulenna has been up and down like a yoyo, Reinhardt is gonna make a nice pancake, Ederborn is hiding in the rocks, Myllandra is running back and forth going mad trying to prevent anyone from dying and the Boson is a human projectile falling rapidly towards a butterfly. Anything else I should add to that list?”

Boson - OOC “I spend 5 Psi points and sprout wings”

Dm - “I’m done! This is some proper dog fighting going on here, this is why DMs don’t use flying!”

  • I.M: the other night i tried to make a curry and i got chilli burns all over my face, so i thought to myself ‘hang on, doesn’t milk soothe chilli burns? it does’ and i couldn’t google because i couldn’t see so i just had to blindly feel my way to the fridge and pour out a bowl of milk, and then plant my face in the bowl of milk, anyway at that point the rice cooker went off and triggered a power surge which turned my electricity off, which i didn’t notice at first because i had my face in a bowl of milk and when i did emerge from the dairy prison i thought i had gone blind with chilli burns.
  • I.M: so no i don’t really cook much.
Wilford NSFW/SFW headcanons

- literally the sugary-est daddy
- daddy kink
- “sweetie” “bon bon” “tootsie roll” “sweetums” “lollipop” “sugar bear” “jelly bean” “candy cane” “sugar plum” and lots more nicknames
- such a fucking sweetie to his S/o
- lots of gifts that include (but not limited to) lingerie, favorite candies, flowers, more candy, stupid and bad doodles of you
- daddy kink
- will wear lingerie for you
- can be a sub if you’re in a relationship with him for long enough
- really likes photography so be prepared to go to aesthetically pleasing places just for a photo
- shows you off in interviews
- daddy kink
- body worship kink (fucking loves chub and thighs and if you’re skinny enough to see your ribs he’ll kiss each one)
- hickeys on the jawline are his fav to leave
- likes juice boxes
- draws with crayons the dORK
- he gets all blushy when you give him a gift
- if you give him a bow tie he will never take it off
- likes to sleep on your lap
- nuzzles your thighs
- will murder anyone that insults you
- likes giving oral more than breathing I swear
- be prepared to adopt all the fucking animals
- baking competitions at 2 in the morning
- boop his nose he’ll fucking love it
- daddy kink
- gets a huge power surge from watching you give him oral
- prefers you to play with his cum before swallowing
- “my little kitten needs their milk”
- enjoys anal (both reviving and giving shush)
- spanking is not a punishment with him because he loves to do it do much
- will do your makeup for you if you want
- will let you do his makeup
- lots of nipple sucking
- kinda likes to degrade you but will never say it out loud, you gotta figure it out by yourself
- favorite position is 69 because of previously stated reasons
- ear nibbles
- his breath smells like cupcakes
- his hair smells like vanilla
- his cologne is probably just icing tbh

  • taemin: the other night i tried to make a curry and i got chilli burns all over my face, so i thought to myself ‘hang on, doesn’t milk soothe chilli burns? it does’ and i couldn’t google because i couldn’t see so i just had to blindly feel my way to the fridge and pour out a bowl of milk, and then plant my face in the bowl of milk, anyway at that point the rice cooker went off and triggered a power surge which turned my electricity off, which i didn’t notice at first because i had my face in a bowl of milk and when i did emerge from the dairy prison i thought i had gone blind with chilli burns.
  • taemin: so no i don’t really cook much.
Who is Legion

FX is airing a new show called Legion based off of the character Legion from X-Men. The show exists in the XMCU which means he lives in the revamped timeline where Cyclops is alive and none of those first horrible movies existed but it’s not necessarily going to have any connections to the X-Men yet. The character Legion is also going to be an original take on the character but he is so great that I’m going to give you the canonical history of his life so far. It’ll be interesting to see what the keep the same; they definitely kept his mental illnesses. 

Legion’s real name is David Charles Haller, a Jewish man from Haifa Israel who canonically can’t grow his hair into anything but a gigantic mohawk, and he is an omega level mutant which means he has practically God–like powers.

His father is Charles Xavier, Proffessor X himself, but his mother, Gabrielle Haller, kept that a secret for a very long time. Gabrielle met Charles at a hospital where he was using his psychic abilities to alleviate trauma of the Holocaust survivors. They had a short fling in which David was conceived but Gabrielle, suspicious of his psychic abilities, kept David a secret and David’s godfather, Daniel Shomron, stepped in to help raise him.

When Gabrielle entered the Israeli Diplomatic Service she and her family were attacked by a Palestinian terrorist cell. Gabrielle and David survived, but Daniel used his body to shield David from the bullets and was killed. The trauma activated David’s mutant genes early (he was 10 years old and they don’t usually manifest until puberty) and as his psychic abilities turned on he killed all of the terrorists. David went comatose and absorbed the psyche of one of the terrorists who took control of his body, still comatose, and fought the growing alter egos forming in David’s Mindscape due to his DID

Gabrielle turned to the renowned geneticist Moira MacTaggert, coincidentally another one of Charles Xavier’s ex girlfriends, who insisted Charles come to treat him personally. Charles found that David had very similar mutant abilities to his own, only much stronger, then found out he was his father.

By joining the war in David’s Mindscape Charles was able to wake David back up and most of the alter egos were destroyed but they continued to develop unchecked.

Legion/David gained and lost control of himself many times, hurting many people even murdering Destiny, Mystique’s wife, when she tried to intervene with him and he saw through her precognitive abilities how devastating his future would become.

David decided he would realize his father’s dream of mutants and humans coexisting and to do that he traveled back in time to his own conception to kill Magneto who Charles was also with at the time.

Time travel shenanigans ensue and Bishop ends it by showing David what future he is actually creating. David was ashamed and in the reconstructed timeline he was thought to be dead, his mother even questioned his conception.

Years later David was discovered trapped in a concrete box and once he escaped he was transported forward in time where Bishop resided. It was a dystopian future and David was immediately captured and put into slavery. He got out of it somehow, these sort of things happen quite a bit to him. The X-Men finally took him in and Karma and Magik began working with him to get better but he still had major reality twisting hiccups while he was trying to be good but his ever increasing alter egos keep taking over. Meanwhile his relationship with his father continued to be estranged; Charles seemed to think he was too dangerous unless he wanted to utilize his powers or alternate personalities. Magick  is the only one that seems to consistently try to help him but sometimes with ulterior motives

Now for the really good part. X-Men Legacy: Legion written by Simon Spurrier.

Up until this point Legion was very inconsistently written because he had been a very minor character but in Spurrier’s Legion series the loose ends of the story are tightened and we actually see David as David. Before he only momentarily surfaced to find that he had caused a disaster and everyone was debating on whether or not he should be put down.

Charles had sent David to a secluded place for rehabilitation and never came back, as is his pattern with David. After the event of Avengers vs X-Men where Charles dies David finally had to face the fact that his father was never going to come for him, he was never going to publicly acknowledge him, and he never planned to let David return to the real world.

When he felt his father pass away David’s power surged and he wiped out the community he was living in, before his Guru died he told David to wait for the X-Men to come to relocate him again but David left, deciding he finally needed to change the pattern of his life, get a grip on himself, and find a way to see his father’s dream of coexistence come true. He does this by making himself somewhat of an invisible mercenary, trying to save mutants the X-Men hadn’t gotten.

David turns his Mindscape into a prison to keep all of the alter egos contained which worked relatively well, all things considered

Blindfold, a mutant nearly as powerful and ostracized as he is, seems to have an instinctual connection to him.

Blindfold is Ruth Aldine, and she takes after her legendary grandmother Destiny. The Destiny that David accidentally murdered years before. Ruth has a very traumatic history; she was powerful she was born with her mutant abilities already developing and she was born blind, specifically she was born with no eyes at all. When Ruth’s father left her brother Luca blamed her because she was a mutant and tried to kill her but accidentally killed their mother instead. Luca joins a radical anti-mutant group and ends up fracturing her mind which gives her schizophrenia and a very prominent speech impediment

She takes refuge in the X-Men mansion/school but the way she speaks, looks, and is unable to restrain herself from reading everyone’s minds makes her a social outcast

The X-Men eventually track David down with the help of Ruth’s powers

 And David isn’t having it

The X-Men try to keep Ruth from him but through their mysterious connection Ruth easily enters David’s Mindscape where she is partially able to speak normally, depending on her mood

She is able to get through to him until one of his altars breaks out and attacks her, knocking her out.

David lets the X-Men take the mutant children he had found and secretly follows them back to watch over Ruth who is now comatose. He enters her subconscious and sees her whole life, specifically her bullies

He brings her back to consciousness and they meet briefly as he escapes

She keeps track of him by following him in her astral body, not understanding quite how powerful he is and that he always knows where she is

 He tracks down the radical group her brother had joined and sets out to destroy them and her brother. She “reveals” herself to him telling him to knock it the fuck off.

She makes him promise not to hurt them so he sort of complies by messing with their minds so they will no longer be a threat. David continues on his mission to save mutants and impress Ruth and she continues to be his conscious while they secretly meet on the astral plane

 As this is all going on David is trying to deal with what looks like his father’s consciousness personified in his Mindscape jail. The entity does claim to be Charles Xavier and it continually terrorizes all of the alter egos and mocks David, among other things…

 The golden pervert, David and Ruth’s inherent connection, and because it’s X-Men everything is leading to a future dystopia where David loses control again but this time destroys everything. Ruth will have to kill him because she’s the only one strong enough and deeply embedded in him to destroy all of the alternate personalities along with David

 but David insists that he can change fate. He’s powerful enough and with Ruth as his one that gives him “purpose” he’s pretty sure he can pull it off

 But he’s going to do it by changing the will of people that will influence the dystopian future. Ruth argues that it’s immoral, especially to punish people for things they haven’t done yet. It was against Charles Xavier’s dream to force people into anything (although he often did it, unbeknownst to them) but David isn’t empathetic, in fact he already took out Aarkus before asking her permission. Ruth was mad but soon thereafter she sought him out again by using Cerebra

 But he had already made a deal with the golden pervert in his brain that in exchange for checking on the future again the pervert could have controlled his body for one minute. (Each of David’s altars personify one of his thousands of powers.) David sees the apocalyptic future he creates and runs off to an ideological facility that “cure” mutants by giving them medication that will give them brain damage, blocking their ability to use their powers. Ruth goes to her peers and the X-Men asking for help to get David out of this but it takes a lot of convincing

 David he realizes that although the patients seem to be well their minds are really shattered but another apparition of his father appears, reminding him of his failures and making him feel guilty for denying his heritage but David blocks amount and decides to go through with the cure anyway

 The operator of the facility reveals himself to be the Red Skull and the one that caused him to see his father because he had implanted Charles Xavier’s brain into himself, hoping the shame of giving up would make David want to fight but David still doesn’t want to

 He is given the medication and they air his conversion live on TV

 Ruth appears with X-Men she had convinced to come help her save him which is what the Red Skull had apparently been aiming for and the X-Men are live on TV appearing suddenly in what appears to be a peaceful facility to stop a man who admits to being a monster from “rehabilitation” but David had planned on him planning this and uses that moment to bring in a young mutant he had saved earlier. The boy’s ability was that everyone immediately loves him and believes anything he said, practically giving him the ability to change reality. Through live TV he convinced everyone watching that the mutants weren’t their enemy. He tries to evoke empathy but that doesn’t work as well

 Of course a battle with Red Skull ensues which is when the golden pervert who looks like Charles Xavier comes to take his one minute with complete control of David’s body. He wants Xavier’s brain for himself.

Ruth fights to get the minute to run out so David can take control of his body again and then we have this really funny moment

Obviously this isn’t the end. Not only because it’s comic books, but because this is a cliffhanger. The ending is kind of amazing so I want to encourage you guys to go read it.

You can buy them on comixology, book retailers, but check your local libraries as well. My local library is nothing but comic books and VHS copies of Titanic.

Rhythm of the Beat- Part 2

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Part 1

Word Count: 2350ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut,

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it, and thanks for the love you showed the first part! One more part coming soon! XOXO

“Sammy?” Dean’s long hair is starting to curl as he sweats, and Sam tries not to think about how it would feel wrapped around his hand as he pulled it.

This is too fucked up. Too weird. And they will just have to find another way.

“I know, Dean.”

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Cast by the Light 1/? -A Shadow!Killian fic

Notes: Thank you to Liz (  @caprelloidea​ )  for the amazing beta, you keep me right. I’m very excited about this little story. A gift I started a long time ago for a lovely lady @acrobat-elle​ whom I adore. I’m happy I’m actually able to finally give it to you. 

Summary: After Killian sacrifices himself to obtain the Black Fairy’s wand and stop Pan’s oncoming curse it is up to Emma to reunite the pirate with his shadow.  A Shadow!Killian fic.

Rating: Mature in later chapters.

Word Count: 7k

ON AO3

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“I’ll draw it.”

The words had left his mouth without a thought, and he ignored the looks of surprise all around, focused instead on the specter above. Hook hoped they wouldn’t argue the point. Though, he didn’t harbor any delusions the gathered group cared enough about his well being to even attempt such a thing. They knew they needed that blasted wand, and fast. They also knew they were running out of time.

The demon shadow gave a shriek, a threat, a promise, a laughing challenge all rolled up into a terrible cry that skittered down his spine. There was a curse hanging over their heads and only one weapon that could stop it and it was that thought that emboldened him. It wasn’t even a choice really, there was no one else. The Prince had his family, Bae was reconnecting with his boy, perhaps more if Emma wished it, and Tink the promise of regaining her wings, of finally making a life for herself. What did he have, really? A pirate ship in a small town of a realm he didn’t know, and several barrels of rum. No purpose, no course set. He had always been quite adept at diversions at least.

Hook sucked in a fortifying breath, and stepped forward.

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Tease (M) | Jungkook

Anonymous Requested : Sub!Jungkook with thigh riding

A/N : I combined two Jungkook anon requests, hope you don’t mind!

Genre : Smut || Jungkook x Reader

Word Count : 2,257

Description : Contrary to Jungkook’s confident stage appearance, when placed in situations involving people of the opposite sex he turns shy. So when you start teasing your boyfriend at a company dinner party, things only get interesting from there. 

Originally posted by agustd

You could feel him stiffen underneath your touch when you grazed your hand along the inside of his thigh, as you sat around the table of the company dinner party. You decide that his reaction is cute, and that you want more, so you slowly start to inch your way closer to the hardness that you already knew was growing inside of his pants. A slight chuckle escapes your mouth when he flinches so hard that he jerks his knee up causing the entire table to shake, making his glass of water fall directly onto his lap.

“Oh shit, sorry.” He jumps up immediately, and everyone starts to laugh at the klutzy behavior of the usually poise Jungkook.

“Nice going, aren’t you supposed to be golden or something?”

The slightly joking, slightly serious joke comes from Yoongi, who had looked completely bored the whole evening. You couldn’t blame him though, this dinner party was taking way too long, and all you’d been thinking about the entire time was how much you wanted to drag Jungkook back up to your hotel room so you could play with him some more.

“Hey, be nice. Go up to your and Y/N’s room and change really quick.”

The words come from Namjoon, and Jungkook quickly nods his head, and starts to walk from the hotel dining hall towards your room.

“I’m going to go too, I don’t feel very well.”

You don’t even wait to hear or look at the other member’s reactions because you’re sure they already know what’s going on, and you just couldn’t wait any longer. You catch up to Jungkook right as he’s getting on the elevator. Once the doors shut he turns to face you, and shows off his annoyed expression.

“What’s wrong?” You ask playfully.

“You know what Y/N, why’d you do that? Someone could’ve seen you, and I caused a commotion.”

“I would hardly call it a commotion” you started, but then decide to step closer to him, making him press against the elevator wall before continuing “and I’m sorry you just get flustered so easily, and it’s so cute.” You say the last part in a hushed whisper as you close the remaining space between the both of you.

You see his breath hitch from your words, and you feel the surge of power course through you.

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radioactive preview

A/N: I don’t know when this will be up, so please refrain from asking

Genre: soulmte!au, angst, themes of addiction

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

You didn’t know how it happened. You didn’t see who’s shoulder it was that pushed you backward, but the next thing you knew you were toppling over your feet. You reached out to break your fall when a pair of strong hands caught you, his fingertips gently brushing your bare skin.

That was when you felt it.

The powerful surge of electricity that you had heard described over and over for years and years was now running through your body. It was exactly how they described but all of their stories did nothing to prepare you for this. White light flashed behind your eyelids, leaving you vulnerable as your senses going number. The overwhelming feeling of completeness settling in your bones as the bonds sealed themselves in your nerves.

His hands let go of you as soon as the buzzing stopped, letting you fall onto the ground as originally intended. The murmurs of the crowd getting louder as the music stopped, everyone curious to see who caused the lights to flicker. You take a deep breath, gathering all the courage left in your shocked system to look at him. 

His eyes widened in horror as the two of you stared at each other. The reality of no longer being strangers, but soulmates hitting you both. “I-I-I’m sorry.” he mutters as he starts to back into the crowd, slowly disappearing from view. 

“Who the hell was that?” your best friend asks you as she helps to lift you off the ground. 

You reluctantly peel your eyes from the crowd, realizing that he isn’t coming back. The words “My soulmate.” are all you are able to speak.

Bodyswap Masterlist

Skin by MemeKonVLD (1/1 | 3,276 | Mature)

He’s aware of Lance talking to him, but he’s still too asleep to try to decipher whatever it is he’s blabbering about. He only starts paying attention when one of Lance’s hands goes to the drawstring of his pajama pants.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” He asks, slapping Lance’s hand away, cheeks warm.

“You,” Lance starts, pointing at him (and Keith notices that for all he’s made fun of him for the last forever for them, he’s wearing his fingerless gloves), “are not screwing up my skin care routine, man.”

Remember My Name by WarmaCrewe (2/12 | 8,564 | Teen And Up)

When Keith wakes up in Lance Sanchez’s body, he thinks he’s having an awful nightmare.

When Lance wakes up as Keith Gyeong, it’s the best dream he’s ever had.

But the more it keeps happening, the more it becomes clear to them that these aren’t dreams at all.

//temporary death

Sharing by themoistplinth (1/1 | 4,679 | Explicit)

Allura forces Lance and Keith to swap bodies hoping they’ll understand each other better-in a way they do.

in your shoes by lydiamartin (3/? | 10,079 | Mature)

Hollywood did not prepare him for waking up in the body of a complete stranger.

Keith tried not to stare at this person’s junk in the full-body mirror. He did not know this person, and no matter what Pidge might say, just because he’s Texan it doesn’t mean he was raised in a fucking barn like a savage. He would not act like a savage.

//ADHD

when you’re me and i’m you by sneezing (3/? | 4,771 | Teen And Up)

Keith and Lance switch bodies and chaos ensues.

The Ol’ Space Switcheroo by treble_maker (1/? | 1,699 | Teen And Up)

After a particularly rough fight, Keith and Lance are sent into the healing pods and when a power surge occurs overnight, the two emerge, but something is off…

Opposites by RuReadyToSing (1/1 | 4,642 | Teen And Up)

Keith and Lance hate each other. But the others know the real truth.

Dangerous: Chapter One.

Request: Hi! Could you do a oneshot or multi chapter where reader is Tony’s daughter & Avenger who falls in love w/ Loki. They have a Joker/Harley type relationship (minus the abuse) & even tho she loves her dad & team, she becomes a villain for loki. Thanks!  

Summary: Stark is the name I was born into. Being Tony Stark’s kid meant a lot of things, namely everyone looking to you and protecting you. I’m not some princess needing to be protected. That’s what I’ve told myself anyway. When Loki appears, I feel ready to worship a king.

Starts during the Avengers movie then I kinda write my own thing.

Triggers Throughout The Series: Angst. Drama. Violence. Smut. Romance.

Triggers In This Chapter: Loki being a shit.

Word Count: 1034

Enjoy ;D


Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

I glanced over at my alarm clock, watching the second hand tick away. Pepper had gone off to some meeting after dad had left for whatever it was Mr. Coulson–No. Agent Coulson–had dropped by. Something called the “Avengers Initiative” that was supposed to be top secret. My eyes slowly dragged to my ceiling, showing a display of constellations.

With a sigh, I got up. Twenty-years-old and living with my dad. Lame. Of course, being Tony Stark’s daughter, it was easier to live in the tower, considering his Iron Man Mantle. Honestly, it just sounded like one more thing for the world to praise my dad for. Me? I’m still trying to figure out why the hell I’m in school. I’m not like Tony Stark. In fact, hardly anyone even knows my name. I’m just “Tony Stark’s daughter” and “Miss Stark” to the rest of the world.

There was a loud bang on the rooftop, making me flinch. I ducked over the side of my bed, reaching under to grab my baseball bat from it. It wasn’t much for defense, mostly a comfort. I looked around as the alarms went off, quickly silenced until the power went out. I took a deep breath, gulping anxiously as the back-up lights kicked on.

I ran the plan that dad had given me. Get to the lab. Get to the lab and turn on the…the…what the hell was I supposed to turn on?!

I sighed, closing my eyes and collecting myself. I needed to calm down. I needed to focus. Panicking would get me killed.

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Midnight Masquerade - Part 10

Originally posted by fairybcby

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Vampire!AU

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask?

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Word count: 2808

Warnings: None (at least I don’t think?)

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10

(A/N: Here it finally is after a while! The series is almost coming to an end, I plan that there might only be one more part? Possibly two ^_^ As always, please please do leave feedback, what do you think? I’m unsure if this turned out okay, please let me know!!)


Time seemed to slow down, the world halting around you, and you stared down the man - your father supposedly - in front of you, scrutinising his face with every dart of your eyes. He seemed to do the same, and the two of you remained in this position for what seemed like an eternity, before you finally broke the silence.

“Are you really my father?” You questioned him, watching the conflicted look in his eyes, Yoongi standing cautiously near you, watching the interaction take place and ready to step in, in case anything was to happen. You never took your eyes off your father, vague memories resurfacing in your mind. Swinging, laughing, the warm smile of your father, albeit younger looking. His loving gaze as he watched you run off with young Yoongi, the two of you giggling and running as fast as your small legs could carry you. The chuckles coming from him as he sat back and watched, sitting by Yoongi’s father.

Piece by piece, the puzzle of your memories, your childhood, was slowly being completed with every encounter, and it was frustrating you. You wanted the full picture instantly, and yet you were scrambling to locate the missing pieces of your childhood, the picture still incomplete.

“Yes…” He finally spoke, his voice velvety smooth and deep, and yet even more memories began to flood back at the strangely familiar sound. Your mother remained trapped in the chair, and yet you could only seem to focus on the man in front of you, even with Yoongi’s father becoming visibly impatient, Yoongi himself still watching cautiously. “I want you to know that I didn’t want it to come to this…”

Didn’t want it to come to this… his words echoed through your head, and you shook your head, feeling the simmering pit of frustration in your stomach bubbling up again, and your eyes remained glowing gold, surges of light every now and then due to the pure frustration at your situation.

“How can you say that? You have my mother literally tied up to a chair, a woman who you must’ve once loved, how could you do that?” You shook your head repeatedly, clasping your ears, feeling yourself beginning to slip, to lose control over your emotions, over your new state. You felt your teeth beginning to elongate once again, your eyes burning even brighter somehow, and Yoongi slowly stepped closer, sensing your heightened distress.

This isn’t going to end well, Yoongi thought to himself, his hand subconsciously resting above his heart, where he strangely felt your anger, your frustration, your sadness. He winced at the sight; it truly hurt him to see you in such a state. Yoongi often came off as cold to strangers, or others who didn’t know him well enough, when in reality, he reserved his care and kindness to those he truly cared about, those he shared a connection with of some sort. He felt a connection to you, a link, a string of fate tying your hearts together, and he sensed your emotions as if they were his own. He felt an overwhelming need to protect you, to wrap his arms around you and let you lean against his chest; your own personal bubble where no-one could hurt the two of you. And yet, here he stood, watching anxiously as you began to grow angry once again.

“It was for the best, (Y/N),” your father pleaded, slightly fearful at the pure fire burning in your eyes. “It was beneficial for the future of our two families,” he said, looking over at Yoongi’s father. “If we didn’t bring the two of you together, not only would it have affected the family, but the two of you as well, the connection is too strong at this point.”

You gritted your teeth, your fangs pressing into your lips, and you said, “Don’t give me that bullshit, there were better ways to go about this than literally kidnapping my mother, and forcing me into this… what was your plan? You were going to force me to stay here? Just for the good of the family? Some family this turned out to be.”

Yoongi’s father had been pacing from side to side throughout your entire encounter, his eyes slowly darkening to murky pools of crimson, and he stepped forward, standing in between you and your father, causing you to glare up at him with a murderous glare.

“Why are you in my way?” You asked, growls coming through in your voice, and he stood his ground, glaring right back at you.

“That’s enough of this, enough talk, I couldn’t care less about your reunion moment, but unless you cooperate, mother over there isn’t going to come out of this unscathed.” He cocked his eyebrow, almost daring you to respond, to fight back… and you complied.

You felt power surging through your body, channelled by the anger he had just increased in you, and your arms subconsciously pushed him backwards, the sheer force knocking him back into the wall, his head drooping as he fell unconscious.

Breathing and panting heavily in a mixture of panic and anger, your eyes darted around, body heaving, your mother’s eyes wide from the chair she was still tied to. Yoongi stepped forward at the sight, standing in front of you, and despite what you had done to his father, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you in any way. Your expression made it clear to him that you had lost control of your body, still unable to cope with the very physiology of your body changing, powered by the anger. Yoongi completely disagreed with what his father had done, and yet there was still a pang of concern as he glanced over at his father’s unconscious body, his chest slowly rising and falling as he began to stir ever so slightly.

Yoongi’s eyes softened as he met your gaze, and you felt your mind returning, as you stared at him, your heart wrenching in many different ways. Carefully and cautiously, he took your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours, and the contact caused sparks to fly, your eyes slowly but surely fading to their original colour, your heart slowing in pace. You felt a strange urge to throw your arms around him, nuzzle your face into his neck, take in his sweet scent, and yet you had to remember your mother still tied up, muffled by the cloth around her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you mouthed to Yoongi, tearing your hands away from his, rushing over to your mother to free her. Yoongi simply nodded, his heart pounding against his ribcage, wrenching and tearing itself apart. He watched your father stare helplessly, as he allowed you to finally let your mother go, her arms flying around you as you let out the tears you had kept suppressed.

You took your mother by the hand, shooting a melancholic smile in Yoongi’s direction, and you ran out, away from the mansion, away from his father, away from him. It took every ounce of strength in Yoongi’s body to not go after you, to make sure you were okay, and yet he knew you would be safe. A strange instinct in his body told him you would be okay, and you would make it back. And yet, it dawned on him that his father wasn’t going to give up just yet, he was going to pursue you for as long as it took and Yoongi realised you wouldn’t be safe in your own home.

His heart began to quicken in pace, and he glanced around at the room, at your father helping his father up, the scowl his father shot in Yoongi’s direction. He had to keep you and your mother safe, somehow, he’d have to move you elsewhere away from your own home. Slinking out of the room, he pulled out his phone, dialling Mina’s number, his finger shaking ever so slightly as he pressed on his screen, and he waited, the phone ringing, ringing, ringing, until she finally picked up.

“Hello?” Mina asked from over the phone, sitting cross-legged on her bed in her small apartment.

“Mina, I need you to take care of (Y/N) for a while, I’ll explain everything later. Meet at her house and…” Yoongi continued to give Mina instructions on where she was likely to find you, and what to do next, and she complied, hanging up and leaving Yoongi slumped in a chair. He sighed, brushing his black fringe out of his eyes, recalling the sensation of your warm hand, reaching up awkwardly to brush the strands away, the way you looked at him and he looked at you.

He felt resentment towards his father for tearing through your life in such a way, and as he sat there, and he felt afraid. Afraid that you would in turn resent him, and reject him completely because of what his father had done. For what he himself had done even, that night at the masquerade ball when he had so carelessly sunk his teeth into your neck, and he exhaled in frustration. Nevertheless, he vowed to watch over you, and delay his father’s advances as far as he could while he devised a plan for the two of you, for the two of you to finally be safe and happy.

He made a second phone call, anxiously chewing on his lip as the phone rang.

“Namjoon? Yeah, I’m gonna need you to help me with something…”

**

You finally made it home, having chased down a taxi to make your way back, and you glanced over at your mother who was leaning up against the wall, sighing as you noticed how tired she seemed. It was then that you noticed Mina approaching, her eyes widening in relief when she saw you, and she scrambled towards you, throwing her arms around you in a hug.

“I’m so glad to hear you’re okay, what the hell happened back there? Yoongi didn’t give me the full story, but he told me that you need to stay with me for while, at my place… he said that was the only way you would be safe, that way his father couldn’t try to bring you back again…” She rambled speedily, and you exhaled in relief, gently prying her arms off your shoulders, a tired smile appearing on your face.

“Trust me, I’m so happy to see someone that I at least know I can trust…” You pushed your hair back, looking back at your mother who was now approaching the two of you, nodding at Mina with a small smile.  

“(Y/N)…” Your mother spoke out softly, and you turned to face her, your heart filling with concern for her, and you shook your head, tears quickly brimming up, and yet you held back. “I’m going to need you to go with Mina, I’m going to stay here, in our home… “

You stared at her, scrutinizing her face, and you shook your head again, the tears close to brimming over once again. “I can’t do that, I can’t, I can’t just leave you here alone…”

She rested her hands on your shoulders in reassurance, a melancholic smile on her face as she said, “I’ll be fine, it’s not me he wants, trust me when I say it’ll be better for everyone if you go with Mina.”

Rubbing your shoulder, she continued, “Yoongi is a good person (Y/N), I think he has a plan, he’s not going to hurt you in any way… and if he does, come running to me and I’ll see to it that he gets what he deserves okay?”

Nodding, you looked down at the ground, realising that this was likely the best thing you could all do. You wrapped your arms around your mother in a hug, before finally letting go, Mina waiting patiently, an ache in her own heart as she watched the interaction between you and your mother.

“I’ll make sure I send your things over, you’ll be there a while, you’ll be fine,” your mother added, waving sadly as she entered the house, Mina gently tugging at your sleeve to signal that you had to leave. You climbed into her small car, staring wistfully out of the window as you drove off, your thoughts becoming scrambled once again.

Days passed, and you spent your nights tossing and turning in the bed, Mina having gave up her bedroom for you, opting to sleep in the living room. You occasionally paced around the room at night, or you sat there, clutching a pillow to your chest, almost becoming an insomniac. You still attended uni, and yet made sure to keep your wits around you, Yoongi looking out for you also. The two of you spent more and more time together during the day, and you felt your connection deepening further, the string of fate thickening, becoming stronger. You often caught him gazing at you during lectures, and you’d shake your head at him with a small smile, signalling at him to pay attention, and yet you couldn’t ignore how it made your heart flutter.

Occasionally, during the nights while you rocked back and forth on the bed, your head spinning with emotions, you heard a tapping on the door of the balcony. Peering through the glass window, you noticed Yoongi standing there in wait, and your heart leaped, your worry finally calming down at the sight of his smiling face, and you beckoned him in.

“Yah, I make all this effort to come see you, and it’s tiring too, and you leave me waiting outside?” He complained at you, and you giggled, muffling his mouth gently, warning him that Mina was likely fast asleep in the other room.

“Does your father know you’re here?” Your voice dropped, a slight element of worry coming through in the tone.

“It’s okay (Y/N), he doesn’t know, the other boys found a way to cover for me,” he smiled, and you relaxed finally, your mood lifting at his presence.

Your lips curled up into a smile, and as you reached up to brush his fringe out of his eyes, you recalled the young Yoongi you had once fell for, your memories of him finally intact, and you smiled, knowing that he was recalling the same memories of you, the time he fell for you as a child. He grinned, his ever charming gummy smile, and you spent the night wrapped gently in his arms, your hearts beating as one.

You groaned at the loss of contact in the morning, the warmth of his arms replaced with the cold morning air, and you noticed a note lying by your bedside. It was in scribbled handwriting, and it read,

“I had to leave before you woke up before my dad realises I’m gone, but don’t miss me too much, I’ll see you at uni.”

You chuckled, popping your head into the living room to wake Mina, and she groaned as she woke up disheveled.

“Why are you so happy?” She eyed you suspiciously, the realisation creeping into her mind. “Wait, has Yoongi been visiting at night? Is that the sound I keep hearing? Girl, what did you two get up to, hm?” She fired questions at you, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly despite her tired state, and you hit her shoulder, shaking your head and chuckling at her thoughts.

Ever since that day, Yoongi spent nights frequently with you, and despite Mina’s comments, the two of you spent the nights talking and simply resting in each other’s arms. He had noticed your increasing blood lust, and had helped you to keep it under control, ignoring the questioning looks you gave him when he provided you with a container of the murky, crimson liquid. Everything was going as planned, and yet the looming feeling in Yoongi’s mind remained, taunting him and urging him to take action.

He, along with the other boys, had been holding off his father for as long as possible, but his father was growing frustrated, a need for power beginning to consume him. And so, Yoongi, with help, had begun to devise a plan for the two of you, a plan to leave, away from the city of Daegu and instead run away to Seoul. To create a new life for the two of you, where you could continue your studies, and Yoongi could finally pursue what he had always wanted, rather than what his father had wanted him to do.

On one of his night visits, he sat beside you on the bed, and you rambled on about your day, your hair flying into your face occasionally as you moved around, and he sighed, gently touching your shoulder to urge you to pause.

“(Y/N)… I have a plan for us.”

Chocobros Ending for FFXV

I’ve been wanting to write this for months: What happened with the guys after Noct Ascended and destroyed Ardyn (because in my mind they live on). 

Warning: EXTREME FEELS. But it has a happyish ending, so there’s that. 

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Two of the three were seconds away from certain death when it happened.  

The sky blazed blue and then blindingly white, and a terrible rending sound enveloped the world— as if Eos itself were splitting in twain. The ground beneath them quaked, and each fell where he stood. A powerful gale surged from the palace behind them, swirling dust and minor bits of debris. Shielding their eyes, but fearful of being crushed beneath the daemons each was fighting, they blindly tried to scramble away. The daemons staggered and turned, screeching in agony and outrage against the brilliant light.

And then it was over.

When Prompto opened his eyes, all was dark— but the daemons were gone. There were no bodies, no bloodstains…only the rabble and ruins remained. Ignis lay on his back a few feet in front of him, bleeding from a long slash across his chest. 

Gladio, his back to them, threw down his sword and let loose a terrible scream. It was worse a sound than the one that had come with the light, and it tore Prompto’s heart.

Noctis was gone. 

He had no way of explaining it, but he felt his friend’s absence from the world as surely as Gladio did.  

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