fictionandmusic  asked:

wow your writing in the gods and monsters series is amazing! i've always loved greek myths and you bring them to life and add a different twist that makes it better than anything i've ever read about mythology!! if you have time, could you do a continuation of the Hades and Kore story? Kore/Persephone is one of my fav goddesses and i can't wait to see where you take her story!

(continuation of: x, x)

The first time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she is reckless and stubborn and feels like she has so little left to lose, only an overbearing mother she yearns to escape.

The first time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she fights and swims and survives. She is picked up on the shore and carried to safety in Hades’s arms.

The second time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she is reckless and stubborn and feels like she has everything to lose. She lets the water take her, and she drowns.

The second time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, it kills her.


Kore wakes up after falling unconscious while being carried by the King of the Underworld. Her skin is fully healed, no longer blistering and burning. She’s naked under the soft blankets, but she was naked when she dove into the river, so she’s not too worried about it.

“I didn’t know you were a goddess,” someone says, and she turns her head to see a little girl sitting by her bedside with black skin and grey eyes and hair. She’s glaring at her, “I wouldn’t have tried to kill you if I’d known. You shouldn’t touch my water – it’s not good for you. It will kill you. It does not care what you are.”

“It did not kill Achilles,” Kore says, pushing herself up so the blanket falls to her waist.

The young Lady Styx huffs and gets to her feet, pushing open the long wardrobe on the other side of the room. “It did, actually. What my river takes, it keeps.” Kore raises an eyebrow. Styx doesn’t explain further, only places a dark blue gown on the bed. “Hecate put some of her old things in here for you. She’s taller and thinner than you are. But you are a goddess. You can make it work.”

“I can,” Kore agrees, amused. She pushes herself out of bed, and her hair falls into her face.

Her hair has been a dark brown her whole life.

She strides over to the wardrobe and pulls it open, starring at herself in the mirror.

Her hair has turned pure, snowy white. The hair on her head of course, but the rest of it too. Her eyebrows, the light hair on her arms and legs, going down her navel, the hair between her legs – all of it white.

“You’re lucky nothing worse happened,” Styx scolds. “My river usually does much worse than that.”

Kore touches one of her new, pale eyebrows. “That is an excellent point, Lady Styx.”

With some clever magic, Kore pulls on the now perfectly fitting gown. Hecate doesn’t tend to bother with them, only dresses up if there’s some sort of celebration that requires her attendance – something that hasn’t happened in a long time, ever since she irritated Zeus and Poseidon to the point that they called for her head on a spike. The gown is old, even by their standards, but its beautifully crafted, stars plucked from the heavens and sewn into the bodice, waves from the seven seas curling around the long skirt. “This is very valuable,” she says, “Is Hecate sure she would like me to have it?”

Styx shrugs, “She said it was a young woman’s dress, and however she may look, she’s not a young woman any more. It’s my favorite dress of hers – I was quite cross that she gave it to you, but I did almost kill you. So I suppose that’s fair enough.”

“Ah,” Kore says, not quite sure how to respond to that. “I see.”

Styx grins at her and grabs her hand. The child goddess’s skin is freezing to the touch, but Kore doesn’t flinch back out of fear of being rude. “Come with me now. Hades wants to see you.”

The girl leads her through the twisting hallways to a polished wooden door. It’s not the throne room, where Kore thought that the girl would take her. She’s seen the grand inner chambers of Poseidon and Zeus’s homes before, of the lesser gods even, and Kore braces herself for something just as grandiose and intimidating.

Styx opens the door and pushes her inside before vanishing.

Kore blinks and looks around.

The room is smaller than she expected. It’s lined with shelves packed with scrolls, and mounted on the opposite wall is large map that’s constantly shifting and changing, and it take her almost a full minute of looking at it to realize it’s a map of the underworld.

“You’re looking better.”

Kore’s eyes snap down, and it’s only then that she notices the figure of Hades, King of the Underworld, hunched over his desk. His hair pulled in messy low ponytail, and there are dark bags under his eyes. He’s in a simple black chiffon, one no more presumptuous than any mortal noble would wear. He’s the most unassuming, unremarkable thing in already unassuming, unremarkable room.

Suddenly, she feels over-dressed.

“Thank you,” she says, not knowing what else to say. She feels – awkward, almost, in front of him, which isn’t something she’s ever felt with anyone. She wants to climb into his lap and rest her head against his shoulder. She wants to force him into some proper clothes for a king. She wants to put him to bed and make him sleep until he loses those bruises under his eyes.

She’s never wanted to do any of those things for anyone before. She doesn’t even know him.

Although – she knows he came for her. That he found an intruder into his realm and picked her up and soothed her, carried her to safety and washed her of the corrosive water of the Styx. He placed her in his palace and did not touch her as so many other men would have touched her.

So perhaps she does know him. At least a little.

He rests his chin on his hand while he looks at her. “Hermes came with a message from your mother, demanding your return.” She doesn’t even have the time to panic before he continues, “I denied her. If she wishes to speak to me in person, I told her she is welcome to step into my realm herself.”

“She won’t do that,” Kore says, “She fears your realm. She fears how her power means nothing in your domain.”

Kore had never known her mother to fear anything – except the land of the dead. She’d grown up thinking Hades must be a hulking, formidable figure to pull fear from her mother’s breast, but that’s clearly not the case.

He smiles, and it’s the first hint of sharpness she’s seen from him. “I know. There will be consequences, of course. But those are my concern. You are a guest of my realm, Goddess of Spring. Walk where you please, and do as you please. No one will stop you.”

He’s already looking back down at his papers, eyebrows drawing together as he scratches out a series of numbers and rewrites them. It’s a clear dismissal, but Kore can’t bring herself to move.

She’s never met this man before. Yet he stands against her mother, yet he welcomes her to his realm, yet he permits unrestricted access to his home, yet he grants her every freedom he’s able.

“Thank you,” she says again. He gives an absent nod, already reaching for another scroll.

She leaves as quietly as she came.

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voltron strength stats

headcanon addition! since the official stats aren’t canon anyway, here are mine lol. on a scale based on 10, which would be average human strength (since we don’t know what the average strength level for alteans/galrans/half-galrans are) of the particular age/gender demographic of the team member. 

  • allura : strongest member of team voltron. would wipe the floor with anyone. not only does she have altean alien strength (which is implied to be stronger than those of galra descent) that can lift a grown muscled men with ease, she said that the gladiator level that kicked everyone’s ass was fit with a child, implying she mastered that and has moved on to even higher difficulties. used a simple staff when fighting not only galra soldiers, but the druids as well (who are implied to be the most powerful, essential personnel for the galra). uses a lasso as her weapon, pulling her enemies five times her size and throwing them into the ground as assault tactics. 100/10
  • shiro : second strongest. before even having an enhanced galra tech arm, shiro survived a year in a galra prison, and not only that, but survived gladiator arena fights. he had to fight aliens that were way stronger or bigger than him, endured abuses from galra soldiers that were at least four heads taller than him, and received the title of champion all the while. his galra arm can match with a galra who has an even bigger, more enhanced version of his arm. 70/10
  • keith : third strongest. has an advantage with strength over being half galra although he plays on speed and agility more than strength. is able to carry a galra twice his size while running through a burning ship. was able to go on level 4 of the gladiator in the same season, only a few episodes after getting his ass kicked. primarily uses a melee weapon against short range and long range guns. one of his moves is literally throwing his sword like a spear from a distance with major speed that would require an impressive amount of strength to accomplish. even though he got his ass beat against the bom, he was one dude holding his own against dozens of part/full blooded galra and was successful at holding his own. 30/10
  • hunk : fourth strongest. have you seen his actual bayard?! the amount of strength it would take to lug that around on missions while running and not dropping it or getting tired is astounding. the force of which he fought lance when under the queen luxia’s control would have to be definitely at peak strength in order to throw lance underwater with enough force to cause cracks formations in the wall at those speeds would require an incredible amount of strength. 10/10
  • lance : fifth strongest. it’s difficult to tell because lance has rarely been in close combat fights, and if he has, he refused to put his all into it (i.e. with hunk), although he was able to handle his own with hunk and able to get him out the trance with minimal damage to hunk. he’s strong enough to drag galra drones on his own, and tug keith back from running off without much effort. also has enough core muscles and strength to do aerial dancing seemingly effortlessly. 8-8.5/10
  • pidge : sixth strongest. honestly, pidge is probably the weakest even if she wasn’t compared to those older than her and aliens or those with modifications. she gets the least amount of sleep, rarely seen to be exercising, and is mostly seen with her laptop or with more intellectual activities that don’t require a lot of strength. her weapon, which is almost essentially a weaponized grappling hook, does most of the damage for her with slicing through galra drones based on the direction of her swing, not the force of it. even when using her bayard, the bayard is the one pulling her up, with pidge’s main job being to hold on to the handle as she’s lifted and moved. 4/10
Night Thoughts on Trump and America

With Donald Trump away vacationing at one of his golf resorts, the rest of us may have a chance to relax. But in truth it’s more like a short break in a continuing nightmare. Just enough time to turn on the light, look at the clock and ponder where we are, before the nightmare envelopes us again.

What can we ponder that will make all of this a bit less frightening? For one thing, it could be far worse. Trump could have fulfilled his campaign promises to repeal Obamacare, lock Hillary up, build a wall, and throw out all immigrants without papers.

By now he might have confused so many Americans about the truth that most of us would believe the words coming out of his mouth. Hell, by now he could have incited another civil war.

Actually very little has happened. He’s huffed and puffed, threatened and fumed, yet almost none of it has found its way into concrete laws. And it may not: The typical “honeymoon” enjoyed by new presidents is over for him. His first hundred days came and left, almost without a trace.

Another thing is Trump’s “favorables,” as pollsters call them, continue to tumble into territory never before seen at this stage of a presidency. Only about a third of the country still supports him; the opinions of the rest range from bad to awful. And his credibility is shot. 

Even Republicans in congress are now more willing to buck him (some are even talking about fixing what needs fixing in Obamacare). Meanwhile, special counsel Robert Mueller has impaneled a grand jury with the power to subpoena Trump’s financial records. Didn’t Trump hint he’d fire Mueller if he did this? Wouldn’t firing Mueller be the beginning of the end?

Trump has also ignited a prairie fire of grassroots activism, almost all of it against him. Across the country, people who were never politically active are rolling up their sleeves and getting involved – attending congressional town meetings, writing letters to the editors of their local papers, organizing for the 2018 midterms. Some are even running themselves.

This outburst of political effort resisting Trump has no parallel in recent history. John F. Kennedy asked Americans to ponder what they might do for America; Donald Trump is getting them to actually do it.

In the middle of the night one’s thoughts also turn to where we are in life.  Trump was born in 1946, the same year Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, and, coincidentally, Clinton’s own special prosecutor, Ken Starr were born. And yours truly. We are all, shall we say, beyond our prime. There’s only so much damage a septuagenarian can do from here on.

To put it another way, a few weeks from now I’ll be returning to the classroom and a new crop of college freshmen. They were born in or around 1998. Chronologically, they’re as far removed from Trump and the rest of us early boomers as we were, when we went to college, from Americans born in 1894. Which is to say, a very long way.

So unless Trump brings on a nuclear war that ends life as we know it on the planet, he is unlikely to have much influence on the lives of my upcoming freshmen. His first (and perhaps only) term in office will be over when they’re just 22. Think of being 22 years old and having your whole life ahead of you, without Trump.

At the same time, Trump has been a boon to ethicists, moral philosophers, and the rest of us who tend to wake up in the night and think about big scary things. Trump has brought the nation back to first principles.

Most presidents spur debates over things like whether the economy needs a more stimulative fiscal policy, or whether America should support the expansion of NATO to the Baltic states. Trump has made us debate whether the U.S. economy can exist separate from the rest of the world, and whether we should even belong to NATO.

Some presidents get us talking about civil rights and civil liberties. Trump has got us talking about democracy versus tyranny.

I don’t mean to minimize the damage he’s already done. I don’t remember America so angry and divided – not even through the battles over civil rights and Vietnam. Trump has also demeaned the office of the presidency, licensed bigotry, appointed absurdly incompetent people to his Cabinet, violated every ethics and conflict-of-interest rule imaginable, reduced America’s influence and moral authority in the world, and may even have conspired with a foreign power to rig a presidential election.

That’s a lot in just under seven months. He deserves a vacation.

But taking the slightly longer view, the nation is still functioning. Our democratic institutions have so far stood the test and remain strong, just as the founding fathers intended. Presidential power is checked and balanced so the current occupant of the Oval Office is hemmed in. Plus, our friends and allies around the world understand that our condition is temporary. America will be back.

It has been an incredibly stressful time, but most of us are okay. In fact, I’d venture to say most Americans remain optimistic – especially my upcoming college freshmen, who have their whole lives ahead of them.

The reason some of us are such poor examples of Christianity is that we have failed to recognize that Christ is almighty. We have Christian attributes and experiences, but there is no abandonment or surrender to Jesus Christ. When we get into difficult circumstances, we impoverish His ministry by saying, ‘Of course, He can’t do anything about this.’ We struggle to reach the bottom of our own well, trying to get water for ourselves. Beware of sitting back, and saying, ‘It can’t be done.’ You will know it can be done if you will look to Jesus. The well of your incompleteness runs deep, but make the effort to look away from yourself and to look toward Him.
—  Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm new to the spn fandom, and I want to try reading wincest, now, because I'm still new to it, I wondered, could you recommend on fics where Sam is in love with Dean and it's unrequited? I want to first get used to the idea of one of the brothers being in love with the other before I get used to both being in love. Sorry if I bother you!!

Hello there! Sadly I don’t know a lot about unrequited!wincest, I’m more into the whole wincest being in love train, (you’re not bothering me btw), these are what I can remember right now, most of them got wincest as end game, so I don’t know if the list will be helpful, sorry in advance dear ♥

Memories Of Me While investigating a routine curse in a small California town Dean loses his memory. With only his brother to lean on feelings begin to develop that aren’t exactly brotherly. How’s Sam going to cope with that?

Unasked  Sam doesn’t ask.

In Florida, when they burst out of the old collapsing mausoleum into afternoon sunshine, covered with dirt and ectoplasm and victory, and Dean punches his fists in the air and looks at him, dirty and grinning and shining so bright that for a minute Sam almost can’t see, still he doesn’t ask, he doesn’t reach out and put his hands on Dean’s face, where they belong according to every instinct and yearning he has in him.

One Going on Eternity and Counting Some boundaries were never meant to be crossed …

Learning to Breathe   When he was fifteen, Sam confessed his romantic feelings to his brother. Rejected and unable to face his brother again, Sam runs away. In an effort to stay off his father’s radar, he turns to a life of crime to get by. As it turns out, he’s pretty good at it.

The Ghost of Somebody At His Side The night before Sam Winchester meets with his 12th grade guidance counselor for the second time, something very bad happens. One of those somethings that takes only a ridiculously short amount of time – in this case, about three minutes – yet manages to change the course of two lives forever. Or: Sam goes to Stanford, and takes most of Dean’s heart with him.


Eight Things You Should Know  Dean called Sam from outside the library and told him to get his punk-ass in gear, and, distracted, Sam accidentally left his hand inside the copier as he pushed the green button. The bar of white light scanned across, taking in the book pages and Sam’s fingertips spread out at the edges, blurry black and white. Sam knew copy machines were totally safe and had seen guys flatten their faces on the glass–eyes open–but it still bugged him. It left his hand feeling all tingly and weird, though that might have been mostly in Sam’s head.

Distortion  Sam drunk dials Dean.

One True Kiss  Sam knew that Dean was a good kisser.

Don’t Hold Me Too High  Leave it to a goddamn Winchester to try and shoulder someone else’s wrongs. (Or the one where Sam is in love with his brother and Dean is… not.)

Manhattan for Beads   In Nebraska, Dean slipped up. They were staking out a Little League park that night, camped in right-center with their arms and canteens. It was haunted, cursed, something. Kids kept breaking bones and losing eyes in bizarre collisions, swinging into great looping foul balls that crash-landed on windshields out on the too-close road and caused head-on wrecks. Beyond the chainlink fence in the outfield was corn, a sea of it, and two days ago a kid had hit a towering home run that brained a guy on a tractor. It was that kind of hysterically random evil.

The Things We Carry With Us  Sam and Dean are on the road, saving people and hunting things, like they always do. Dean discovers that Sam is attempting to turn himself into a monk, and so he does his best to get Sam laid. Sam resists because, of course, who needs to have sex with a girl when Dean’s around? It’s about going on a roadtrip with your brother. It’s about the food you eat, and the maps you follow. It’s about the things you carry with you. (Takes place some time after Heart.)

I spent so much time thinking and writing about Raven and Sinclair’s reunion and how that specific re-connection managed to balance everything that happened between Raven and Becca out, that it almost escaped me that Raven actually comes to do something Luna once told her to do (“I give myself to the miracle of the sea.”)

On the surface the Luna/Raven moment seems to be a rather simple one, possibly because Luna’s ability to temper Raven’s emotions down with tenderness takes the foreground in the scene and brings attention to the immense comfort Raven gets from the whispered words/having someone who knows how to fight (yes, I don’t know about a dark Luna who gave up) physically close, but on a meta-textual level there is so much more to Raven symbolically giving herself to “water”, since it does not only play into what Raven’s rage looks like at rest position, coming face to face with what she did to Murphy and therefore herself, but also how her outburst of dysfunction has a lot to do with what happens to her brain, and that there is something that can help her heal her mind (Becca’s lab is like an access archive of ways to heal).

We see a similar scenario unfold itself during the last Luna/Murphy/Raven scene too, which takes place in the same episode. There is a tension-filled moment wherein Raven runs calculations once again, high effort put into the task in order to crash Becca’s rocket. Raven repeatedly tells herself that everything has to be “perfect”, goes through the entire procedure like a scientific test object in which she unknowingly strips herself from her own talents. It even goes so far that when Luna suggests a controlled crash into water the computer denies Raven the action and tells her that she’s not able to go along with it - which again frustrates her beyond belief and puts her in yet another position in which she doesn’t know what to do as she is too fixated on the numbers in front of her. But that’s also when there is a meeting of minds: we get to the climax of the scene when Murphy comes along and changes the way Raven looks at the problem. He swoops into focus and is the one who basically tells Raven to screw the computer and do it on manual - “Fly it yourself”.

Now, to get back to my initial thought process and why everything that happens in 4x06 is highly significant for Raven’s character progression in 4x11 - of course, I didn’t see the idea with water come into full circle until after seeing “The Other Side”, but now that I think about it, the focus on the things that both Luna and Murphy do and say - not just in terms of landing the rocket or Raven calming down - make so much sense and create such a great continuation of what Raven experiences on Science Island (finding out about her ALIE-upgrade being the main focus), because Raven decides to die in water to get rid of the last remnants of ALIE’s code in her brain so that she can survive/live.

There is quite a curious comparison that you can make between all the scenes (the few from 4x06 and the two final moments of Raven’s arc in 4x11), because while Raven, in both episodes, comes to trust herself and her talent and do the task, she doesn’t fully come around to trust her own heart until she manifests Sinclair and gets into a multi-dimensional one-on-one conflict with her mind and heart - Becca (mind) vs Sinclair (heart), each on either side of her shoulder and Raven in-between, the one person who needs to make a choice.

The thing with 4x06 is that, by the end of the episode, she still ends up having a seizure after finding out that Clarke and co. lost one barrel of hydrazine that Raven so needs, because no matter how much Raven is moved by external forces (Luna and Murphy for example), as long as ALIE’s code exists in her brain her mind will be pushed beyond its safety limits and will, essentially, make Raven convince herself that she will be dying (we first come close to that “reality” when Becca appears in 4x09 and tells Raven that her time is running out), which ultimately causes her to stop trying after trying too much.

So, the internal conflict doesn’t vanish but increases episode by episode - ending up with Raven choosing to stay behind and go for a last spacewalk. But before she gets to that she’s faced with yet another problem, or rather, Raven comes to a halt once more since her mind focuses on "science” again.

And that’s when her heart comes into play (for the first time). When the science starts to spin in Raven’s mind, her heart decides to manifest someone Raven loves, Sinclair. And the fascinating thing about this, besides having Sinclair back for one more episode, is that it adds texture to Raven’s story line, since the people her mind manifests are people we know (they have an identity).

With Sinclair’s appearance we don’t just (finally!) get the long awaited reunion between two characters (3x12) - since Raven and Sinclair’s separation had been an abrupt one and Raven never came around to actually mourn his loss - but also the visual depiction of what had been planted into Raven’s journey for a while now (her own self-love is what will save her). We get one very risky solution that could help Raven get rid of the code in her head (dying two times), and one hell of an emotional portrayal of immense character growth.

With all this being said and done, Raven comes to fully trust and love herself in that episode through her connection with Sinclair (or truthfully, through her connection with herself, as both Becca and Sinclair reflect parts of Raven):

When the loss of sight (laser focus on numbers - the computer) disappears from Raven’s vision-field and she gets to be in touch with herself (her own heart) we fully come around and get back to the one line I started this post with “I give myself to the miracle of the sea”. The visual motif is pretty clear:

Just after Raven chooses life over pain we see her enter water, in which she chooses to die and come out alive again. The framework of this moment is beautiful because Raven is wearing nothing except a top and some shorts.

Unlike the wish of the spacewalk, which would have meant getting into an EVA spacesuit that would eventually lead to her death while floating (its her first worry), here we have a depiction of a Raven “stripped” down and sinking into her will to survive. So, the textual connection that is established goes this way: she’s like a space rocket (take the space rocket she tries to fly in 4x06) that needs to crash into water (Luna’s suggestion) to override the issue (overcome her own doubts/fears - Murphy literally tells her to do it herself, “fly it yourself”).

Believe it or not, but that’s one type of spacewalking - willingly going to the other side to die and managing to come back out of it alive.

MAGI 367 Full Translation.

Disclaimer: i only to this for fun, to share it with you guys, and to practice my japanese :) which is very basic so keep in mind that i could be completely mistaken in some parts.  This is just a fan translation of incomplete spoilers, so: Don’t forget to support the official releases of Magi!  

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Note: This is an only text Japanese to English translation. If you want, you can read this together with the raw or korean scans.

Source: Tieba Japanese scans & full raw.

To protect the world, they find themselves forced to make an extreme choice.  What are the choices of the king vessels and Alibaba?


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Sinbad: To stop thethe “magic that returns the world to the Rukh”, from the 15 the Metal Vessel users, 14 of them must die.

Sinbad:  Narrow down the king vessels to only Alibaba kun.

Sinbad: This is because he possesses the magic to come and go between dimensions. Because he has the potential to guide the world towards a new direction.

Kouen and Hakuei: …… ……. …….

Kouen:  I can’t agree with that.

Sinbad: *Is surprised*


Night 367 “A chaotic world”


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Was it yet another year?

PWS - Photos Worth Seeing turned four today. And in Tumblr-years we almost reached retirement-age. But don’t worry, we won’t be retiring anytime soon.

Keeping a blog like PWS running is a “joint effort”. PWS is not “this member” or “that member”, PWS is a group of people - each of them equally important. And each member made PWS to what it was, makes PWS to what it is, and will make PWS to what it will become.

We - as in original photographers on Tumblr - are a comparatively small group of people on this huge platform. And so blogs like ours are of vital importance to connect “us”. But we are not alone, of course. PWS is one of many “rebloggers”, which are also all equally important. So our thanks goes out to all of you, who make this community of photographers to what it is.

We think we are not wrong in the assumption, that within all “groups of creators” and “fandoms” here on this messy, chaotic, and in parts pretty weird microblogging-system called Tumblr, we are the best-connected one, the one that forms a _real_ community. The one that interacts most, the one that constantly creates momentum and generates ideas, and “movements”.

And being a part of this all, being part of this constantly moving and evolving organism, that is not only pretty cool, but also great joy. And we are grateful for being allowed to contribute.

So… yes, we will celebrate. And we prepared a couple of things to thank YOU out there, creators, curators, and “fans”. One of them is that we went through the PWS archives, and dug out some of YOUR photos that we particularly like to present them to you again.

But that is not all. Stay tuned. 

And here’s to another four years. Cheers!

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(But first… the blog recommendation of the week)

You’re My Mission (Part 5/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 4

“Hey, kid,” Bucky whispered, sitting at your side in the infirmary, “you took that hit like a boss.”

Your eyes opened just a flicker when you heard him sit down, but at the sound of his voice, you opened them fully to bring yourself to your senses and to bring yourself into the moment.  The forced sleep that you had just experienced was not what you would call refreshing, by any means, but it did re-energize your power enough to give you hope that you could use it if needed.  Pushing yourself up to look your guest in the eye, your head swayed and spun a bit at the shift, and your answer came fast enough; you tried and failed to teleport away, and were stuck.  “Where is he?”

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Been gathering all the suggestions together for the FixtheMapProject (THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS GIVEN SUGGESTIONS)

Here’s what the World Map looks like now:

I’ve estimated that the Wizarding population in each country should be about .002% of the population if you go by Hogwarts/UK numbers. Now that means, for Uagadou to remain the canon largest, we need either more in India/China, or else assume the rest of those students are taking correspondence courses (because if we’re to assume the rate of magical births in each population is consistent across the world, India and China would each have over 20,000 school age magical children). 

NOW on to the details of what the stars represent:

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September Report

Hello, everyone! Hepari here. 

The progress has been relatively slow this month because a few members of the team were caught up with important personal business such as moving to a new place. I hope things will go better this October.

Shortage of Manpower

I was also trying to get new pixel artists on board, sadly with no avail… not because all the good pixel artists on this planet are gone, but because it’s really hard to find someone who can deliver the exact style I’ve got in mind.
Finding artists, introducing them to the production pipeline and and doing a test run requires a lot of effort and time on my part. So, after many failed attempts and hours wasted, I had to go back to producing the environment assets mostly by myself.
Luckily, I seem to have gotten better at pixel art over the recent months without noticing, and the necessary assets are getting finished at a pretty steady pace. :)

Continuing Combat Improvement

Other than that, we’ve been rebalancing the combat, making many iterations and fixing bugs just about every day. You’d be glad to hear that fighting enemies feels more fluid and intuitive every time we put out a new build. The important changes also include the addition of a ‘chasing camera’ that accelerates and decelerates nicely. (Perhaps it should be a little bit faster? What do you think?)

Aside from that, we are testing around with particles to produce magic effects and explosions. By using particles, we can more easily produce randomized results by tweaking numbers, and we can also apply physics to them. So you see, It’s not just a quick trick to save on development time!
(What you are seeing below is just a placeholder.)

Improved Sector Map

Here are the new sector map objects. These new pixel-art objects are superior to their old, painted counterparts because 1. these can be animated more easily, and 2. they now actually feel and look like something the player can interact with.

I think this is it for today. You might be annoyed by the fact that we are running later than promised during the campaign, but I promise that we won’t keep you waiting for too long. 

I know that words mean nothing without a tangible result, and I’ll do my best to bring you an incredible alpha demo with such contents which easily surpass many pay-to-play games quality- and quantity-wise, giving you many hours full of fun and adventure.

Stay tuned!

MAGI 347 Full Translation

Note: Updated! i added the dialogues that i missed the first time and re-checked the tricky lines ^^ 

Disclaimer: i only to this for fun, to share it with you guys, and to practice my japanese :) which is very basic so keep in mind that i could be completely mistaken in some parts.  This is just a fan translation of incomplete spoilers so: Don’t forget to support the official releases of Magi!

Source: From Tieba Baidu’s Japanese scans and from Netabare’s texts ^^

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The color page is a picture of Aladdin and Judar. It says something like this:

“Prior to the battle of those who thought it out, Good and evil, nor light and darkness are the right answer!”

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Sinbad vs Alibaba! neither will surrender their will, the life or death combat of the soul!!!

*Jump-Netabare text: Alibaba and Sinbad are fighting


Night 347 “A  feeling of nothingness”

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The Rest of the Questions

This one is a bit more of a grab bag of questions.  It’s things that didn’t fit anywhere else or that I got after I did the other Q & A posts.  I’ll be talking more about Black Roses, Fio, and a little more about me.  It’ll be sorted below the cut and thanks for reading!

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Spideychelle Headcanon: In Which MJ Becomes a Tough Love Team Mom to the AcDec team

  • MJ can’t be as nurturing and loving as Liz bc she doesn’t have that kind of energy or warmth for anybody but Peter
  • Not that he knows it yet
  • Flash, she has little patience for, but works with him so he’ll have patience. She doesn’t hesitate to order him to shut up but she treats him with respect when he focuses and makes sure to congratulate him bc he seems to crave validation.
  • Ned is brilliant and really applies himself, but MJ just makes sure that he’s always applying himself and that he never stops bc he can get distracted
  • Cindy and Betty seem to love working as a team as much as Ned and Peter, so MJ makes sure to work on them to make sure they can operate in settings and scenarios where they can’t rely on each other
  • Sally, MJ kinda tiptoes around since she still wants to keep a respectful distance since she asked her out a few months back. But Sally is still sweet and dependable, MJ makes sure that she knows that she values her friendship and loyalty. And eventually MJ is helping Sally pick out a bikini to wear to an upcoming pool party date with her new girlfriend. And MJ loves that their friendship made it through what could’ve been a disastrous end and Sally loves it too
  • Abraham, MJ finds, is a fast, cheerful dude who is key to group morale. He’s so constantly happy and whimsical he even makes MJ laugh. MJ is sure to tell him this but also tells him that if he ever needs to take a breather to let her know and she’ll support him. Bc she doesn’t want to pressure him too much. She also begins searching for any signs bc she notices the way Flash looks at Abe and it just makes her ponder
  • Then there’s the boy she’s head over heels in love with
  • Peter Parker
  • Sigh
  • He’s so sweet and genuine and freaking brilliant when he actually shows up
  • When they win nationals second year in a row, MJ can’t stop herself from grabbing Peter’s cheeks and kissing the fuck out of him
  • And the whole team stops, and then cheers, wolf-whistling and even Flash is happy for them despite his own longing for Peter
  • The Midtown High AcDec team is a well oiled killing machine
  • And it runs on the love and effort from their tough AF captain
  • Only that captain now has a First Gentleman by her side

Part One

Part Two

‘Peter Pan? You think you’re Peter Pan?’ you asked as you looked him up and down skeptically.

‘I’m pretty sure I am, at least that’s who I was last time I checked.’ the boy smirked.

‘I don’t know what kind of glitter you’re snorting, and I quite frankly I don’t really care. A ll I know is you separated me from my pack, and that tells me you’re a bad guy.’ you glared.

‘Or maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you.’ he grinned.

‘I’m just gonna leave, before you say something that gets you killed.’ you sighed as you turned to leave, only to come face to face with the boy you had just turned away from.

‘You see, I can’t let you leave, because I need you for something very special.’ he said seriously as he stepped closer to you.

You growled and slashed at him, making him back away to avoid your claws.

‘I said, I’m…leaving.’ you warned.

‘And I told you that you aren’t.’ he said back.

‘Do you have a death wish?’ you snarked.

This made no sense, he should be scared out of his shorts right now, but he had the nerve to even threaten you. You didn’t smell the sent of gunpowder and mountain ash that clung to any hunter, so what was this guy?

‘Dying is only scary the first time.’ he smiled darkly.

‘You speak like you know.’ you scoffed.

‘I do know…first hand.’

You stared at him, trying to decide weather or not he was telling the truth or just controlling his heartbeat. 

‘What do you and your shadow want with me?’ you asked.

‘I need you and I need you to need me.’ he said mysteriously.

‘I don’t have time for riddles, tell me what you want.’ you snapped.

‘When I first came to Neverland, the shadow gave me a limited amount of time, and while it was great amount of time it did run out. Despite my best efforts, I did die.’

You looked around the forest for the cameras, waiting for someone to pop out and yell “GOTCHA!”

‘What the hell are you talking about?!’ you yelled in frustration.

‘You wanted to know why I needed you, so I’m answering.’ he said aggravatingly.

‘Fine then, continue with your make believe story.’ you scoff.

‘It’s not pretend, it’s my life, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t patronize it.’ he said.

He didn’t say it in any real sort of way or anything, but nonetheless you felt the need to apologize.

You didn’t though.

‘After I managed to sneak my way out of the Underworld and back to Neverland, the shadow again offered me time. This time much less than before. He told me the only way for me to stay here is to break his time curse, and the only way to break a curse that strong is with true loves kiss.’ he finished.

‘Woah! Watch it you damn disney character, I don’t care how real you think this is, you aren’t kissing me dammit.’ you said immediately.

‘Calm down Pup, not right now. I need time to make you love me first, otherwise it would just be a kiss.’ he said calmly.

You scoffed at his calm demeanor.

‘You sound so confident, what makes you so sure?’ you asked.

He pulls a rolled up piece of paper from behind his back, and you know there was no scent of paper until just now.

Maybe he’s a spark of some sort.

He unrolled the paper and revealed a charcoal sketch…of you.

‘What the hell?’ you asked as you took the picture from him and looked at it in awe.

‘The shadow gave it to me and told me you were the only one in any of the realms that I could love and that would love me back.’ 

I know about a million tumblr users who love to marry a fictional character.’ you teased.

You saw him roll eyes at you before crossing his arms.

What do I have to do to prove to you that I’m really Peter Pan?’ He asked.

You thought for a moment, what could only Peter Pan do that a Spark (which you suspected him to be) couldn’t replicate.

‘How about covering me in fairy dust and letting me fly.’ you said confidently.

You watched triumphantly as he lowered his head.

Just as you opened your mouth to call him a liar he pulled out a small vial of dust that was attached to a string around his neck.

‘This is the last of my supply, just enough for one flight, an hour tops.’

Run, run lost girl

Anon request: Heyy I love all your prompts!! Can you do one with #12, #18, #20, #33, and #43!? Sorry I know it’s a lot but I feel like they go together! 

I woke up with a start, banging my head on something hard. I rubbed it, noticing I was in a small cage. The memories of what happened a few hours previously came flooding back

~5 hours before~

For months I had eluded Pan and his lost boys on his island. Day after day, he’d sent scouts to try to find me and bring me to camp and they’d never been successful.

Until today, that is.

Maybe I let my arrogance go to my head (much like someone I know) as I didn’t think twice before lighting a fire in the early hours of the morning when it was still cold and slightly dark.

And while fire equals warmth and light, fire also equals smoke.

That smoke being what gave me away.

I was minding my own business when I heard voices.

“Look over there!” exclaimed one voice.

“Smoke,” stated another.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I hurriedly kicked some dirt over the fire to put it out and grabbed the only 2 things I owned: a wooden hunting spear I’d made on my first day on the island and my inconveniently bright orange backpack.

I hesitated a moment to check if they’d noted the location of the smoke correctly as I couldn’t hear or see them and I didn’t want to waste my effort running away if they were so stupid they’d actually managed to lose me without me even having to move.

That was a big mistake.

Pan, Felix and two boys who must have been the ones I heard talking before appeared over a grassy rise just metres before me, locking eyes with me instantly. Of course they would have gone to get their leader.

A cocky grin spread across Pan’s face and Felix swung the club off its permanent resting place on his shoulder while I stood frozen like a deer in headlights.

Then the adrenaline kicked in, I guess triggering that fight or flight reaction. With me vs four boys, you can guess which won out. I backed away as Pan taunted, “you can run but you can’t hide.”

I can sure as hell try. I turned tail and ran, hearing them sliding down the bank. I knew the island well after sneaking around on it for so long, even through the fading darkness.

My instinct was to outrun them and get to the caves so I could lose them in the network of passages and tunnels there. I was a fast runner, and there was a steady distance between us. They were not closing in on me, thank god.

I put on an increased spurt of speed and was delighted to see the entrance to one of the caves very close by. I made straight for it and heard Pan yelling, “NOW!”

A blonde haired woman I’d never seen before stepped out in front of me from inside the darkness of the cave just as I approached it and I turned, ready to run back in a different direction, only to find the four of my pursuers had spread out, trapping me at the mouth of the cave.

“Much obliged, Tinkerbell,” Pan said jovially.

“Did you really think it would be that easy?” Pan asked, punctuating his sentence with a laugh.

“With your stupid lost boys, yes,” I said, defiantly. I tried not to let my fear show.

I gripped my hunting spear tightly, taking this opportunity to swing it over my head and deliver a carefully placed blow to Tinkerbell behind me, landing it directly between her collarbone and neck.

She staggered back, glaring at me with a hand to the spot I just hit.

“You’re going to regret that,” Pan seethed.

“Oh I’m sure,” I sneered back.

Felix advanced after a shared look with Pan and I held my spear with two hands in a fighting stance, ready to defend myself.

Felix raised his club and brought it smashing down, breaking my spear into two splintered halves. Angered, I turned both the jagged edges towards him.

“Stop playing and drop them, girl,” Pan commanded. “Unless you want to see what Felix can really do with that club.”

I considered it for a second. Thinking rationally, two pathetic splintered sticks weren’t really going to do a lot of good against five people, all equipped with weapons.

I decided to submit, going against what my heart was telling me.

I threw the spear pieces to the ground and Felix swung his club around my neck from behind me, trapping me in place.

“Her bag, please, Felix,” Pan requested.

I let him rip the bag off my shoulders and throw it to Pan who caught it and started examining the contents.

He pulled out an apple, which he took a bite of before discarding, a vial of dreamshade I’d extracted and magically made it disappear (”Oh no, much too dangerous for little girls to be playing with) and finally, the last object: a pouch of poppy powder.

“I think we can find a use for this,” he declared with a smile. He strode up to me, while pouring some of the contents into his palm. I took a deep breath before he reached me, preparing so I wouldn’t need to breathe in the dust but Felix stamped on my foot causing me to gasp just as Pan blew the dust in my face.

I inhaled and I was out.

~Present time~

Pan emerged into my vision.

“Well, well, well, looks like we finally have you trapped.”

“Took you long enough,” I snorted. I picked at the wooden bars absentmindedly.

Pan shook his head. “It doesn’t matter how long it took. The point is: now you’re mine and you aren’t going anywhere.”

“We’ll see how long that lasts,” I said, even though I had no idea how I was going to escape this predicament. I’d had close calls before but this was another level.

He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “What’s your name?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I said in an airy voice.

“Yes. That’s why I’m asking.”

I forced a short laugh.

“It’s y/n but that doesn’t really change anything, does it, Pan?”

He shrugged. “Well it makes our relationship a little more personal I’d say,” he claimed.

“Yeah,” I fake agreed. “Except we don’t have a relationship.”

“Not yet,” he smirked suggestively.

What the fuck… creep.

“Darling y/n if I didn’t want you for something, you would be dead by now.”

“What a shame, I was looking forward to being put out of my misery,” I spat sarcastically. “What do you want me for then?”

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you are the only girl on Neverland meaning you get to be the one to please me when I want you to.”

“As if!” I screwed my face up in disgust.

“Give it time,” he said, stalking off. “You will obey me sooner or later.”

Part 2?