queen of shock

carried on the breeze [you’ll never find me]

inspired by this post from @stranger-who-writes-fiction

kara has flown myriad out into space,

and alex has gone after her in that damn pod. sure, getting the thing to space wasn’t a problem - reentery however was where things were going more than a little screwy. in no seconds flat  alex finds herself in a falling deathtrap with her unconscious sister draped mostly uncomfortably across her.

this pod was not meant for two.

nor, apparently, is it meant for rouge humans hijacking and then flying it, poorly but still functionally, into space to save their superhero little sisters. yet, alex had done it anyway.

and now, well, with the planet rapidly rising up to meet them, alex realizes the steering is gone. realizes that the best she can hope for is sending out some sort of signal and hoping that wherever they landed…the deo finds them first.

too bad it was going to be a water landing. which, god, that wasn’t what alex wants. any type of crash landing would probably kill her on impact, but at least crashing into some sort of land might ensure kara’s survival. kara who is still unconscious.

alex knows she has seconds left to come up with a plan. she’s feeling a little ill, the pod spinning around and with one arm holding kara to her chest, alex is left to crane her neck over her little sisters shoulder just to look at the console.

her eye catches a red button.

under the console, hidden from the normal line of sight - alex has to wonder if red buttons hold the same meaning on every plant. alex has to wonder why she never asked.

[to be fair, it’s an obscure question, but god, alex wishes she’d had  the foresight to see this coming]

what she doesn’t see coming are the clouds, the fog that seems to be way too high in the atmosphere, plunging the pod and the danvers sisters into a grey half light.

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The Price of Privilege - Part 6 (A Kyungsoo Series)
Murderer.

The word repeated again and again in your mind, taking its own path through your consciousness, it swerved and ducked between what ifs and flat out denials until it faded into obscurity and lost any semblance of meaning.

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I keep noticing more and more interesting things about The Lunar Chronicles, some of them are obvious and some are really stunning. 

“Do you think she is beautiful?”
He chuckled. “My Queen. Everyone thinks the princess is beautiful, but she is no match for Your Majesty. You are perfection.“

Thaumaturge Aimery Park is the magic mirror.

The Queen

Wow! I’m super shocked at how much momentum this fanfic that I had totally forgotten has caught! Sorry this took so long, but here’s chapter five!

WC: 1986

Warnings: smut, liquor, lowkey violence, swearing

Chapter one! Chapter two! Chapter three! Chapter four!

Originally posted by wickednerdery

A loud knock on your door woke you up that next morning. You moaned quietly and began to sit up as the door opened and Amber stood in the doorway. She stood frozen as she looked at you, totally naked, and Negan, who was just waking up beside you. As you ran your fingers through your hair, she watched your hand, no doubt noticing the ring that rested a tad too big on your finger.

“I-I was just,” Amber started.

“Oh sweet fucking Jesus Christ is that Amber?” Negan groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and nodding, “Of fucking course. Hey, Amber, grab me a drink of whatever is open downstairs in my cabinet, no ice.”

“Actually, I,” Amber tried again.

“Amber, it’s too god damn early for you to annoy me this much,” he continued, he then wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back down into bed with him.

“The wives want to meet y/n,” she stated, “Officially. We feel its best th-”

SMASH she was cut off by Negan hurling a glass from the night before at the wall. He sat up and walked over to her until he was towering over her. She maintained a straight stare, her eyes locked into yours.

“Now I know,” Negan’s breath was shaking, clearly not a morning person, “I promised all of you that no harm would come and all that fucking bullshit. But if you don’t stop with this fucking straight up god damn defiance, Amber, I swear to fucking y/n, it won’t be me, but whoever it is will be sent straight to you with a fucking card with love from Negan. You fucking get that? Get the fuck back in line. Go get us a fucking drink. And fuck off.”

“This is what’s coming,” Amber warned you as she turned to walk away. Negan grabbed her arm and ripped her back with such force that she hit the ground of your room. You bounced out of bed and began to walk towards her.

“What the fuck was that?!” Negan was suddenly calm, and even let out a chuckle.

“Stop,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, you felt his tension lift as he looked up at you, “Come back to bed. Take this out on me, instead.”

He stood and growled lowly, turning and walking towards the bed. You helped Amber up and she glared hard at you. She turned and walked away, slamming the door behind her. You skipped towards the bed and jumped onto Negan. His hands gripped at your hips so hard for a moment that you let out a low yelp. He smiled as he then kicked all of the blankets off of the bed and ran his hands up your body.

You reached down for his massive length, and began to stroke it slowly. His head slowly fell back as you circled your thumb around the head of his cock. You began to work your way down his body until you could take his cock into your mouth. The moment it hit your lips you could taste the salty precum, you ran your tongue around the head as he groaned.

“Enough teasing, sugar, I need it now,” he commanded.

“I wanna be the boss,” you whined.

“Remember what daddy said about talking back,” he warned.

“I thought you liked a bad girl,” you giggled, then suddenly taking his entire length down your throat. He gasped and punched the bed.

His fingers were then tangled in your bed head as he thrust mercilessly. His groans and growls were loud as he cursed out in pleasure. You used one hand to massage his balls as the other dug your nails into his side.

He released your hair and you eagerly crawled up his body and began to slide the head of his cock into your soaked womanhood.

“Woah, woah, woah sugar,” he groaned as he continued to pull you up his body, “It won’t feel good for daddy until I know it’s good for you. I want my queen to have a seat on her throne.”

You giggled before gasping quickly. With little warning his tongue plunged into your drenched pussy, quickly retreating to circle your clit slowly. You let out a cry.

“Fuck,” you quietly mumbled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.”

“Scream it, baby,” Negan commanded as his pace quickened, “Make the fucking windows shake.”

As soon as he resumed he hit the spot and you cried out loudly, “FUCK, daddy you’re gonna m-make me cum!”

With one swift movement he slid your body back down and slammed his cock into your throbbing pussy. You let out another cry as he moaned loudly between tight teeth.

His strong hands were literally moving you up and down his length in a loud, wet mess. You had no control over your body as you felt the heat in your stomach move down. He leaned up and began to suck on your neck as his rhythm became increasingly sloppy.

“You w-wanna cum daddy?” you asked with shaky breath, he knew you were just as close as he was, “You wanna fill this pussy?”

He bit hard into your neck and you cried out as you came, his orgasm pumping into you as he threw himself back into the bed and arched his back. You slowly rode it out, up and down up and down, until he pulled you off of him and onto his chest. Kissing the top of your head multiple times as you drifted back asleep.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the mattress shift, Negan was trying to sneak away. Without turning to see him you mumbled, “If you think you can just fuck me and then peace, I promise I’ll kill you.”

You heard him give a rough, throaty laugh as he crawled behind you and wrapped his arms around you, “I wouldn’t doubt that for a fucking second. I was just going to grab us some coffee, since Amber shit the bed on the liquor.”

“Coffee?” You rolled over so you were face to face, “What if we just stayed with your earlier plan and stuck alcohol? Celebrated a little bit? Last night was quite the victory for you.”

He smiled as he sat up and put a cigarette between his lips, “A victory? Huh.”

“Well, all of your other wives are at least thirty-five,” you smiled, “Your newest addition to the collection is much younger, I’d say that’s a victory.”

“You aren’t wrong,” he chuckled, “I can’t be drinking this early, kitten, I’ve remembered I’ve got some work to do today that was put off for too damn long already. Someone has been serving as a pretty little fucking distraction for the past little while.”

“Hmph,” you rolled away and sat up, the blankets falling off of you to reveal your still bare body as you stood and walked to your window, “I want you, though,” you sighed, “All to myself.”

He chuckled, and you could hear him buckling up his jeans and then walk over to you.

“Why don’t you fucking chill and take today to plan some wedding shit?” he kissed your shoulder.

“Because we’re supposed to do that together,” you pouted, “If you think you can ease me into the harem until I’m nothing special you’ve got another thing coming. I’m with you today.”

Frustration crossed his face, “When did I fucking say anything about you being like anyone else?”

“I can hear what you say before you say it,” you retorted, taking the cigarette from his lips and pulling a drag yourself, “I’ve always been able to.”

He laughed and threw his head back as you took another drag, “Is that how you managed to stay ahead for so long during our game?”

“You know it, baby,” you handed the cigarette back to him.

Negan’s POV

I watched her delicate fingers place the cigarette between my lips, and I shit you not, for a moment I was almost religious. This girl, this psychopathic angel, was so damn close to everything I had ever wanted that it was hard to think she couldn’t have been the work of some fucking higher power.

“When you cursed out Amber, you swore to me,” she giggled, looking up at me. Her y/c eyes were fire, and I was a fucking snowflake in her presence. It was something new, to love what wanted me dead a week ago.

“You’re the closest living proof I have that maybe there is someone up there,” I replied, her face burned red, “Go get dressed, I have a family meeting us from one of the communities for a bit of a picnic. You should come.”

Excitement erupted across her gorgeous skin as she broke free of my grip and ran towards the small collection of clothing she had. She threw bits and piece all around until she found an old pair of what looked like men’s jeans, and a plain tshirt.

“Knife?” she looked at me with doe eyes, giving her what she wanted the moment she wanted it wasn’t even something I needed to think about. I pulled a small knife out of my back pocket and handed it to her.

She smiled and cut the legs off of the jeans, making herself a pair of incredibly short shorts. She put them on with her top and smiled, doing a spin for me.

“Fuck kitten, your legs are something else,” I moaned lowly as she walked over to me, “I don’t want everyone else to see all of this, maybe try something a bit more conservative. Save this for daddy.”

She rolled her eyes and spun around, walking towards the door. She opened it and laughed, bending over and picking up two cups filled to the rim with liquor, “I guess she didn’t want to interrupt.”

She took a sip and I watched her face twist, but the moment I let out a chuckle she looked at me like she had been challenged and downed two good sized gulps. I walked over and took both cups, sipping from mine before placing them on her desk.

“Would you like to just grab something to eat quick then and be on our way? I’m planning to meet them at the halfway point in about half an hour. Daddy can’t be late.”

She nodded, walking over to the desk and taking another two massive sips from the cup. She stumbled and then smiled brightly, taking my hand.

~

The sun was warm as we walked towards the people standing in the field.

“Anything I should know, going in?” y/n asked, she squeezed my hand. It wasn’t nervousness, but she was definitely on guard.

“That you’ve never been more fucking safe than you are right here with me and Lucille,” I kissed the side of her head. She sighed and the smell of alcohol filled the crisp air for a moment, “Well hey there strangers!” I called. There stood Rick, Carl, Michonne, and Judith, “Sorry we’re a tad late, you know how ladies are.” Y/n shot me a look and smacked my abdomen.

Introductions were short and we were right into business.

“We have a green house coming up here, so we won’t be needed that canned shit anymore, but how about some fucking hunting, you guys do that shit? Well, I mean, now you will,” I chuckled.

Rick started talking some bullshit and Michonne was out trying to pretend like I gave a fuck about her ‘idea’. But what I was focused on was little Judith, who had crawled into y/n’s lap and was playing with her hair. I’d be lying if I said that a baby wasn’t on the list of things I needed. The whole meeting was pretty much a waste of everyone’s time, but fuck if it didn’t reaffirm all of the shit I already knew.



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Omgosh! I am not sure if this has been said, but I just noticed. After he calls out to her “Felicity?”…when he opens the door he is in the middle of saying” HEY”. *sobs*  

That is his comfort word for her. This time there is no response from her. Look at his face when he realizes why. 

*runs back to corner and sobs*

I hate that I can make an extensive list of male cartoon characters I’m attracted to

Real

I rewatched ANH, and now I have Leia feels. Also, I decided to experiment with writing stiles again.

It’s not real.

That’s all you can think when they lead you away, Vader’s iron grip still on your shoulder. You hardly feel it, all you feel is numbness. You can’t feel your legs moving, either.

It’s not real.

Even though you felt it, somehow, even though your whole soul contracted and screamed. Even though you could swear you heard them scream.

It’s not real.

They throw you into your little cell, dark and cold and hard, and you don’t get up again. Why would you? There is nothing left. Nothing left that’s worth getting up for, nothing left that matters anymore.

It’s not real.

The tears won’t come. There’s only numbness, as though you are floating somewhere, and you can’t reach the safe ground anymore.

It’s not real.

Eventually, a boy comes to save you. He seems so… alive, so full of energy, that you can’t help but be pulled along. For the first time since… that, you feel something again, anger, hatred, a desire to do your duty, and you hold onto it, you refuse to let it go, because it’s all that’s left, all that you have.

It’s not real.

Stupid boys, men, whatever. They have no plan. You want to shake them, you want to scream at them, you want to hug them, because they give you something. Because you don’t feel numb anymore.

(You scream at them)

It’s not real.

The old man, the one your father called your last hope, dies. You can’t feel anything. All you feel is anger, and a hint of compassion, and you grab that, too, because it’s not numbness.

It’s not real.

The boy… Luke, the one who saved you, the one you saved, he is grieving for the old man. You sit down next to him, give him a blanket. You can’t grieve yourself, but you can help him.

It’s not real.

You win. Luke shoots down the death star, and Han comes back, and you celebrate. You laugh, and you shout, and you sing, and you feel alive, somehow, fire in your veins and tears in your eyes.

It’s not real.

You wake up. Everything hurts, every single muscle in your body feels torn and battered. You remember everything with frightening clarity. Suddenly, you face is wet.

It’s real.

Top Shuri-Related Stories, #4: Deadliest of the Species

In this series of posts, I give a more in-depth review of my top four Shuri-Related stories. My top four Shuri-Related stories list can be found here.

I’ve ranked the stories not according to my overall feelings on the stories themselves, but rather how well Shuri was portrayed.

**Warning: spoilers abound!**


Summary:

T’Challa’s life hangs in the balance after he was ambushed by Dr. Doom soon after he secretly meets with Namor. With Wakanda needing a new Black Panther while T’Challa is in a coma, Storm—then T’Challa’s wife and queen of Wakanda—shocks everyone by not nominating herself for the position, but nominating Shuri instead. Shuri immediately begins the Black Panther rites, determined to finally fulfill what she believes is her destiny.

Storm decides to search for T’Challa’s soul in limbo, where T’Challa is fighting for his life. Meanwhile, Wakanda is attacked by Morlun, the totem eater. Morlun’s attack causes large amount of damage, as well as many causalities. Shuri, W’Kabi, Zuri, Ramonda, and S’Yan must find a way to stop him, before he destroys Wakanda.

Thoughts:

The final arc of Reginal Hudlin’s run is perhaps his best work. I found his run overall to be a lot of fun, but felt that the writing would be somewhat lacking in several instances. We also didn’t see much of the BP supporting cast after the “Who is the Black Panther” arc, though I don’t blame Hudlin for that. Focusing on T’Challa and Ororo and making them involved in the greater Marvel universe was the right call at the time.

This story fixes a lot of the issues I had. The writing was focused. The supporting cast was involved and everyone had a role in solving the problem at hand. I also felt that the art was solid.

Also have to mention: this story is perhaps the best interpretation of the T’Challa/Ororo relationship, in my opinion. This story made me a committed shipper of those two. T’Choro shippers will surely like this story a lot.

Shuri Portrayal:

Shuri received a lot of development in this story. Her ambition to be a Black Panther was brought back to the forefront, with her eagerly anticipating the opportunity to escape her brother’s shadow. The girl we first saw in “Who is the Black Panther” has grown up a bit, but those attributes we first notice then—occasional arrogance, tunnel vision, etc—are clearly still there. So it wasn’t too surprising that, upon meeting Bast, the Panther God, life threw her a major curveball, via Bast rejecting her.

Yup, she was initially rejected. But she didn’t die, unlike those who had previously been rejected by Bast. Rather, Bast gave her a second chance to show humility and consider the greater good, something Shuri slowly began understanding. Eventually, Shuri learns why Bast kept her alive and that, due to her heroics, Bast made her a Black Panther.

It is also in this story that planted the seeds of Shuri slowly leaning towards a more traditional perspective, which becomes a factor in later stories.

Lastly, Shuri’s relationships with the supporting characters were in full display. Her bumping heads with Ramonda; her being grateful of Ororo’s decision; her interactions with W’Kabi, Zuri, and other characters; all of that were well done.

You’ve probably noticed that I haven’t talked much about Shuri being a Black Panther. It is a very important moment in BP lore and I’m not trying to dismiss that. Hell, it’s probably the number one reason Shuri survived all those years and didn’t end up in character limbo (a lot of BP supporting characters ended up there over the years), as well as why she ended up being featured in events and other stories soon after. That said, as a fan, her being a BP wasn’t the and-all-be-all and wasn’t what made me a fan. What mattered, in the long run, was the development she received. Character development lasts longer than said character getting a mantle (especially when said mantle is highly associated with another character). Thankfully, this story got the ball rolling on that front in a major way.

Final Verdict:

Solid story with good characterization, solid art, a strong T’Challa/Ororo story, and plenty of Shuri development.

Next Up:

Shuri joins Falcon and Luke Cage to help T’Challa defeat the Kingpin in an action packed (and hilarious) story!