shaded earth

Writing Prompt

Can someone please write a story in an alternate universe where humans and aliens are friendly to each other and a mixed-species crew are going to earth for the resident humans to see their families again and no one else has ever been there and the humans always hyper focus one one or two things about it so the others don’t have a lot of knowledge about earth, and they’re just so freaked out by all the deadly things they find there

and then they visit Australia cause one of the human crew members has grandparents or cousins or someone there, but they’re not Australian themselves so the aliens are just…so unprepared.

By The Willow Shade

TITLE: By The Willow Shade

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Prologue

AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a witch (on Earth) and accidentally summoning Loki. He gets angry and confused, but ends up actually liking your company and teaches you more magic.

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: So I saw this imagine and thought it described this story well enough, so I decided to use it. Highly doubt this is what the submitter had in mind, but I am way too proud of this fic not to share. Seriously; I’m, like, absurdly proud of it. It’s weird for me to think about. Hope you enjoy!

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    The lights were dimmed, the incense was burning, the circle was drawn and cast, and the candle was lit. Before it sat a young girl in her mid-teens; her five foot, curvaceous, almost-luminescent pale frame dressed in a dark green flowy blouse and black cotton pants, her near-white blonde hair was swept off her delicate face and flowed down her back to her hips in a loose braid. Eyes closed, she muttered the words to a summoning, brow furrowed slightly in concentration as she sounded out the syllables to an ancient language she could just barely pronounce. The air in the room began to grow heavy with static, until with a slight crackle a bright light flashed on the spot before the girl, causing her to stop her casting and shield her still-closed eyes behind her hands with a slight yelp.

    When the light faded the girl dared to peek out a light violet eye from between her fingers. Before her stood a tall pale man dressed in black leather, green and gold, with black hair reaching his shoulders and piercing bright green eyes that looked about him in confusion until they landed on her and he frowned slightly.

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Aprendí que la vida es tan, tan frágil. Aprendí que puedes conocer a alguien durante sólo días y nunca olvidar la impresión que dejó en ti. Aprendí que el arte puede ser hermoso y triste al mismo tiempo. Aprendí que si alguien te ama, esperará a que tú le correspondas a ese amor. Aprendí que lo mucho que quieras algo no determina si lo tendrás o no, ese “no” puede no ser suficiente, pero la vida no es justa, que mis padres no pueden salvarme, que tal vez nadie pueda.
—  Shades of earth, Beth Revis.
By The Willow Shade

TITLE: By The Willow Shade

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5

AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a witch (on Earth) and accidentally summoning Loki. He gets angry and confused, but ends up actually liking your company and teaches you more magic.

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: I would like to apologise in advance for this chapter; except I’m evil and not actually sorry. It’s the thought that counts, right?

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    Willow shifted self-consciously after she noticed everyone was staring at her, crossing her arms at her chest defensively when she heard a few sniggers. She hadn’t meant for that little outburst; she just couldn’t understand how anyone could think a girl like her could actually pose a threat to anything, even with what she’d learned from Loki. She wasn’t even that good, really. At least, so she thought. And now because of her big mouth everyone was staring at her and laughing.

    But then, what had she expected?

    “If that is the case, then we have little to discuss,” Odin replied after a moment, “I am, however, curious as to what bargains you have struck with Loki.”

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The Great Comet Characters as Books They Should Read
  • Pierre: The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway, The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater, Trouble by Gary D. Schmidt
  • Natasha: A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray, The Princess Saves Herself In This One by Amanda Lovelace, The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater, Between the Lines by Jodi Picoult and Samantha VanLeer
  • Sonya: I Was Here by Gayle Forman, Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein, The Tragedy Paper by Elizabeth LaBan, Ghosts by Raina Telgemeier
  • Marya: Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn, I'll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
  • Anatole: We Know It Was You by Maggie Thrash, As You Like it by Shakespeare, Carrie by Stephen King
  • Helene: Beauty Queens by Libba Bray, The Wrath and the Dawn by Renee Ahdieh, Delirium by Lauren Oliver
  • Dolokov: The Berlin Boxing Club by Robert Sharenow, Saga by Brian K. Vaughan, Illuminae by Jay Kristoff and Aimee Kaufman
  • Mary: The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness, Finding Audrey by Sophie Kinsella, The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare
  • Andrey/Bolkonsky: Between Shades of Gray by Ruta Sepetrys, The Lord of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
  • Balaga: Is Everyone Hanging Out With Me? (And Other Concerns) by Mindy Kaling

The burning in my lungs almost feel like a memory of my halo

The Wilting of a Rose | 2

☇  soulmate/reincarnation au 

genre: slight fluff, angst

pairing:  jungkook // you // slight jimin

word count: 8.5k

warnings: none

DescriptionJungkook, reborn as prince, meets you, along with Jimin, in a village market but doesn’t realize you are the girl he loved in his last life. He finds himself falling for you, only to realize too late that the love of a prince comes with a cost.

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You would think after what happened that the universe would grow soft and take some pity. After all, the two of you were born from the very stardust that made the endless skies of infinity. But the universe isn’t quite done yet; it’s cruel and likes to play sick games. And it’s favorite is the game of hearts.  

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Colors

So this world has followed me into my dreams, with this result…

You walk into Elsewhere University with bright eyes and eager steps, excited to start this chapter in your life. You’d heard the hushed conversations in the corners when you went to your orientation, but that didn’t concern you. In fact, it kind of excited you, because you thought you might find a better outlet for your arts here than anywhere else. You could See colors and shades that were too bright, too sharp, too vibrant, too dark, for the mortal eye. Colors not even visible to bees and art students (though you were, of course, an art student).

You think your portfolio might have scared your admissions counselor, an oddly mousy woman whose eyes never stayed in one place for very long. She stamped (never signed, no one here signed documents) her papers for her,  but whispered under her breath the whole time about “Elsewhere colors” and things of that sort. You didn’t catch everything, but the gist was clear. You always knew the colors you Saw weren’t like what everyone else described, but you had never found a way to prove it. You’d never found paints in the kinds of shades you Saw and never managed to mix them yourself, no matter how many hours you spent trying. (That was why you were minoring in chemistry - you wanted to create your own pigments, to capture all of the surreal beauty you could See that no one else could.) You did what you could to make the differences clear though - and planned to keep doing so, even though it was clear that displaying Sight was taboo here. You were lucky that you couldn’t See more than colors. Your time at the university would have been much shorter, and much less pleasant.

You followed all of the rules and traditions to a T, made sure you were never without salt or a ramen packet, kept an old iron pendant around your neck or in your pocket at all times, spoke kindly to the crows. All of the rules, except for the one about creating art incorporating Elsewhere. No matter how many times you teachers warned against it, despite that one even failed you for the semester for it, you insisted on trying to paint the colors you Saw, instead of the ones that existed in the mundane world. You made it three semesters before you really caught the Gentry’s eye.

By the end of your third semester, you had finished enough classes in your chemistry minor by doubling and tripling up on the required courses (there was no point in taking arts classes if you couldn’t paint what you wanted, you felt) to know that they would never be able to teach you to make the pigments you dreamed of. To know that chances were good that there was no Earthly way to make those colors stretch beyond your mind to your canvas. Your first mistake was bemoaning this within earshot of one of the Fair Folk. Your second mistake was in not noticing the hole in the bottom of your backpack that spilled your ramen packets like breadcrumbs behind you on your walk home, not keeping some in your pocket (complacent, you had grown complacent in your year and a half). You weren’t carrying enough iron to ward off the Creature that appeared in front of you halfway between the woods and your dorm, offering to teach you how to paint the things you Saw. Your third mistake was in letting the “Yes” fall from your lips without first asking what the cost would be and how this would be done.

The world dissolved around you into a swirl of hues, more alien than any you’d ever seen before. And they were tangible; you could reach into them, feel them, understand what made them what they were. You stayed there for what felt like ages - for all you knew, literal eons had passed in the world you left. You painted with your fingers, your eyes, your heart, and this pleased the Fair One who had taken you… For a while. Soon though, it was bored of you. From the colors came shadowy monsters, terrifying beasts that chased you back to your own world. And as you ran, desperate, in fear, the colors fell around you like rain. They leeched from your Sight until you passed back from Elsewhere, back to the mortal world. You never Saw the same again.

To this day, you are unsure if They took your colors, or if the time immersed in all that color could be simply blinded you to the simpler shades of Earth. You no longer paint; but you still create. You still Know how to make the pigments, even if you cannot see them. You long for the day you will be able to see the things made with your Colors… But you also know that day will never come.

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Happy Birthday Dandeliononfire

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The woods still make him think of hidden dangers. Wolf mutts, fire projectiles aimed at his head, buzzing insects, and terrible images. But as he stands on what used to be the edges of the District, a hasty fence in the process of being erected to keep the predators out, he feels drawn to the trees. To the shadows that hold the secrets to life and sustenance as much as they do to danger and death. What if he went out there? Just walked through the gate and went into the woods. He could do it now. Nothing would stop him. He’s faced two arenas, his own death, been tortured to shreds and slowly put himself back together.

He could do it. He could survive it.

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