“Just hang on Marinette.” Chat Noir called, having a firm grip on her arm. As if she had a choice?
Chat Noir himself hung precariously from a ledge. Unfortunately the ledge was too narrow for either of them to climb up on, and Chat was running out of time. He was down to 3 pads.
“Chat, I’ll be fine. You’re running out of time. Just leave me on that ledge there.” She pointed to the ledge just below them. It was narrow, but larger than the one they hung off of. And plenty of room for her to transform into Ladybug.
“NO CHANCE!” Chat shouted, almost angrily. “I will not leave you alone, Marinette! What kind of hero would I be?”
His ring gave off another chime, the second to last pad started flashing. They really were running out of time tho. If he reverted, would he be strong enough to hold them both? Chat muttered a curse under his breath, but then got an idea.
“Marinette, can you reach my baton?”
She reached up with her hand, wondering why he wanted it.
“No, its just out of my reach.”
Chat had to think fast.
“Here, grab my tail and use it for leverage, I have an idea.”
When she grabbed a hold of his tail, he brought her up higher so she could reach the baton. The ring gave yet another persistant beep.
“Got it!” She called.
“Great, hold it vertically and press the center button on the pawprint”
“OK.” She let go of his tail as he extended his arm again, and she did what he asked. The baton quickly extended down to the ground and as soon as it hit the ground, Chat quickly let go of the ledge, gripping the staff. As soon as he had a grip around Marinette and the staff, he pressed the same button to retract it, bringing them down to the ground.
Once they were safe on the ground, Chat did not immediately let go, holding her firm against his chest. Marinette blushed at the closeness. His chest was firm and warm. Beneath her fingers, she felt his heart pound. Was he that worried about her?
“I was scared you would get hurt!” He cut her off. “I don’t know what i would do if I couldn’t have saved you.
Hearing his voice tremble so, startled her. Why did he care so much about her? To him she should be a normal citizen.
“Sorry.” She muttered. She would be lying if being in his embrace wasn’t nice.
His ring gave one last beep before his outfit seemed to melt in a cloud of black smoke. The leather fabric under her hands turning into cotton. Marinette quickly closed her eyes.
“Oops,” he chuckled.
“Don’t worry, my eyes are closed.” She said.
“Thank you princess,” he responded releasing her. Taking her hand he gave it a quick kiss. “I should go. See you around Marinette.”
She heard him back away.
“Do you have any camembert?” she heard a grumpy voice chirp as he ran off.
“Yes, just wait a minute Plagg.”
Marinette was tempted to peek, and see his identity. Maybe it was someone she knew? But she didn’t. It would be wrong.
Still tho, it was nice, being in his embrace. Too bad she had already given her heart to Adrien.
(hello, yes, im turtle garbage and i like leaving this jerk confused cus i love him and its late)
You’re sitting on a far corner of the couch in the lair, away from the boys who currently are ogling some hot chick on TV. Which wasn’t all that abnormal, but with the funk you currently are in, it’s just grating on your nerves. No one notices really, because, well, you’re always quiet. So, who knew the difference between sulking and just sitting there?
The whole reason you were in this slump to begin with was a simple cut on your cheek from training with master splinter. You were always distracted, never wanted to talk to him about it as he offered, but you always thought about it and over thought on it. Mikey had been the only one to even mention it when the group had gotten back from patrol, and innocently he’d kissed it ‘to make it better’. Which under normal circumstances, would have been a cute gesture. However, you’d had about thirty minutes of self-seclusion to over think on it and the current TV situation was just adding fuel to the flame. And then that was it, you snapped.
Not in a psychotic way, but you’d simply had enough and spoke up in a snotty tone.
“You would like a slutty girl like that.”
All four boys looked over at you with mild surprise. Even Donny who wasn’t even paying attention to the TV.
“What?” Leo asked, clearly confused why you would say something like that at all.
You scrunched your nose and showed some teeth in disgust at the situation, “I dunno, it just is so typical. You and Raph are the type of guys who would only pay attention to hour glass bodies in too-tight-too-short dresses.” None of them said anything but exchanged confused looks. In the whole year and a half your homeless ass had crashed with them, never had you sounded so disgusted or annoyed, and that includes the time Mikey knocked you into a pool of sewage while trying to teach you how to navigate down there.
You huffed in annoyance and gripped at the sleeves of your high school hoody. It was a small comfort when you had nothing, it had always been so soft on the inside and warm enough to keep the chill off. “Guys always look at girls like that, the ones who look like they’d sleep with any one given half a chance.”
“Well aren’t you pissy.” Raph spoke up, he sounded more amused with your irritation than angry, but you could hear the small bit of it that dared you to direct anything at him. So, you did. Of corse. After all, he was why you were pissy any way.
“Oh Jesus Christ Raph, you have fucking comics and magazines and posted of half-naked chicks like that all over. Of course, I’m pissy!” There it was, the shift from amused to angry. It was plain as day on his face, but buttons must be pushed. “I mean, hell, I get it. Your strong and built for a chick like that. I know you’ve never been to a high school, just you really are a Jock at heart. You deserve a dumb ass cheerleader. I mean, hell, I’ve seen you watch April, and she’s pretty close. Tiny waist, nice hips. Too bad she doesn’t have the boobs your posters do, or I bet you’d make an enemy out of Donny real quick.”
Clearly agitated, you half pulled your hair, half scratched at your scalp. Yeah, half of this was jealousy, but it really was annoying to constantly be reminded of what you can never look like. You had a shape similar to them, but it came with a whole lot of extra. At least to you it seemed that way. Usually you just hid it under your hoody and cargo pants though. Baggy clothes could hide anything if you tried hard enough. But it wasn’t just that, you were in no way the pretty girl every guy wanted; even a mutated one. You hated the feeling of makeup, couldn’t even afford it if you wanted it, never really did anything with your hair, weren’t exactly stupid, but definitely weren’t smart enough to make up for how you looked either.
Mikey and Donny had eased away from the about-to-be-fight, leaving poor Leo to squish himself into the couch as best he could. They all knew Raph wouldn’t start a fight with you, but it was awkward to be around, especially since 99% of the time you were the compliant one and hardly argued with anything or anyone ever. Leo was clearly dying on the inside and at a loss at what to do or say and it was too late to get up and move away from between the two of you or he’d get stuck in the cross hair somehow.
“And you know me so well do ya?” Raph had his hands clutched but you didn’t notice, you were focused on the stare down between the two of you.
“I know your type.”
“My type!?” His hollering caused the sensitive TV to lose its vertical hold, “I have a type!? Look at me! I’m not a fucking Jock, I’m a god damned turtle!”
“Human, Turtle, Still the same thing. Both are dicks who only care about how someone looks.”
“Are you serious right now!?”
Raph had only meant to move the table out of the way but managed to flip the whole thing over in his hurried anger. Screw it though, everyone was more or less used to that kind of behavior from him anyway. Or he thought so up until it made you hop to your feet and puff out your chest like you had some kind of chance against him. He could see the fear and anger and complete hurt he didn’t understand and any thought that might have slithered through the back of his mind about knocking you around like his brothers was completely gone. True to form, you wouldn’t back down and he had always liked that in people, even when it was stupid to. He respected it, even from someone who was usually so quiet and self-restrained.
“And what if I wasn’t.” The words poured out more like venom than a real question, which it clearly was rhetorical anyhow, and you hesitated.
And Then everything was silent. Accept the static-y TV still playing the cop show. The three silent brothers exchanged very confused, very quick, glances. There was no way they were missing this… Whatever this was.
Raphael moved a step back, which considering the height difference between the two of you, was a reasonable space really. You hadn’t moved, you hadn’t made a sound, your eyes were just as wide as they could be. Slowly, as if your head would fall off if you moved it to quickly, you looked over at the boys and pointed at their brother, “…Did… Was that in my head?”
Two head shook ‘no’ while Mikey raised his shoulders, also unsure if he was caught in some weird nightmare where he had to watch his brother kiss girls. He hoped he wasn’t in that nightmare.
Raph, in his smugness, watched your expressions change; Shock, to confusion, quickly to happiness before shifting to anger and betrayal. He didn’t get it, he thought that would fix it but instead you were glaring at him with tears in your eyes.
“What!?” Any smugness that was there was wiped clean. He hated that look. He’d never gotten it before, but he sure as hell hated it.
“Why would you do that.” Your voice was shaking in your attempt not to cry. “You shouldn’t do that to people you don’t like… It’s wrong!”
In a split second, you’d turned around and hopped over the back of the couch and started towards the door as quickly as you could, scooping your bag up and over your shoulder as you did.
“Wait, where are you going!?” Leo spoke up, completely confused where you were going since you lived on their couch. Logically you couldn’t go home or anything.
And then you were gone.
Raph stood in a bit of dumbfounded shock for a moment, arms limp at his sides.
“What was that all about?” Donny chimed in quietly.
Raph threw his arms towards the door angrily and had the most stressed face he could give his brothers, “YOU TELL ME! WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!?”
I could go back in time and talk to my (more) inexperienced self,
this is the letter that I would hand me.
matter how weak think you are, you are powerful enough to destroy
your own life. Respect what magic can bring you. Respect what it can
means to make stuff happen through nonphysical means.
means imagining. Visions are spontaneous visualizations.
let anyone take away your power.
ever, invite a spirit in to your mind or body.
let anyone or anything make you believe you do not have the power to
is dangerous. Respect it.
is okay to want validation that your beliefs are real. It is not
really very nice to go around casting spells on people just to prove
to yourself that you have power.
beliefs will evolve. Don’t marry yourself to one system.
is reflected in Nature. Nature is reflected in magic. If it doesn’t
happen in Nature, it doesn’t happen in magic.
started with magic in this order:
→ protect → prosperity → spells and divination. During all of
this, continue your research and education.
are a few things you will want before you get started in magic.
journal – keep a regular diary of things that happen to you in your
day to day life. Include all divination you do, visions you have,
your dreams, interesting things that happen to you, and all spells
you cast or magical workings you perform. Remember that a journal can
also be on your phone or laptop. As a side note, a Book of Shadows is
a Wiccan tool with special significance to that path. If you are not
Wiccan you do not need a BOS. A plain journal and spellbook will
spellbook – if you want something separate from your journal to
keep spells in. Record in this notebook, binder, or text document
different spells you want to try and have tried, as well as any
magical recipes you find interesting. I find that a side Tumblr blog
makes an excellent
plant friends – acquire any three of these dried herbs: rosemary,
sage, rue, agrimony, angelica, anise, basil, bay leaf, caraway,
castor beans, cinnamon, cloves, eucalyptus, hyssop, lavender, mint,
mugwort, mullein, valerian, vervain, or wormwood. Getting them from
the kitchen or grocery aisle will be just fine. These herbs are all
very powerful protectors and will work with you to your benefit. Get
as much as you can of each.
and crafts supplies – depending on your inclinations you will want
to be able to craft your own poppets, sachets, wish boxes, magical
inks, and the like. Any hobby can be adapted to become a magical
outlet. If you would like a shopping list, here you go: A good pair
of scissors, a box of pins or needles, some good red or black thread
(cotton or biodegradable if possible), jars of red and/or black ink,
dip pens, a book of cardstock for making paper talismans, neutral
colored fabric (cotton or biodegradable), a variety of candles (white
unscented tea lights are fine, get a carton of 100; jar candles are
excellent in any color; and taper candles in a variety of colors),
candle holders, incense in any scent you prefer, incense holders,
charcoal self-lighting disks, a live herbal plant (one of the herbs
listed above will work great), a fire-safe dish in which to hold the
containers – you will be needing plenty of these! Mason jars or
jars of any type are excellent. Get also plastic baggies, and start a
collection of boxes of every size. You will thank yourself later.
you are short on money (hopefully, not for long) or you must
necessarily remain “in the woods”, then simply acquire a journal
and your three plant friends, and let the rest come as it will.
by choosing for yourself a magical name. This is any name or word
that you enjoy. If you are part of a tradition with rules on how to
choose a magical name, follow that tradition’s rules. Otherwise,
choose any name you like. Record your magical name in your journal
and always use it when doing magic or interacting with spirits.
is time to do your first magic! In magic, cleansing is a vital tool.
Just as you clean your home physically, you also need to clean it
spiritually. There is no need to agonize over doing your first spell.
Cleanse as soon as you are able; do it today if possible.
a portion of your three magical plant friends. Put them in a cloth
sachet, and tie the top closed with some thread or yarn. Now it is
time to do your first spirit work. Over the sachet, repeat these
words with the correct names substituted:
of [herb], I humbly request you visit me today. Please bring your
renowned powers of cleansing and protection to my spell. Infuse with
the water and make me pure.”
this three times, one for each of the plants you have chosen. As you
say these words, visualize (imagine) that the spirit of the plant
returns to the dried herbs and glows a vivid color. Drop the sachet
in a hot bath and soak. Scrub yourself down with the herbal water
starting at the crown of your head and going down towards your toes.
As you wash, visualize the vivid colors of the plant spirits washing
over you and carrying away all gunky energy, all parasites, and every
bad and negative feeling you have. Even as you finish your bath and
dry off, the colors remain around you in a protective shield. Perhaps
when you close your eyes and think about being protected, you will
feel safe and see those colors again.
– you have performed your first spell! Drain the tub as normal and
thank the plants (“thank you [herb] for your help today.”) Then
dispose of the plants in the compost if possible; otherwise toss
them. Keep your cloth sachet for later use. If you do not have a tub,
do this instead: ask the plants for help as usual, but instead of
adding them to a sachet, put them in a quart of boiling water as if
making tea. Once the tea has cooled, take it to the shower and pour
it over yourself, using that water to wash instead. Use the same
visualizations and closing.
you have cleansed yourself, record the process in your journal and
how you feel afterwords.
it is time to cleanse your home. Again you will be calling upon your
plant allies. The easiest way to do this – and perhaps the most
traditional – is to burn some protective herbs as incense and
fumigate your home with them. You will again want to invite the plant
spirits back in to the dried herb matter. Carrying the burning plants
from room to room, repeat a chant of purification and protection (the
simplest being, “purify, protect, and bless.” But I encourage you
to write your own.) It is okay to think your magical chant as well.
When you think magical spells, have a device that signifies you are
speaking words of Magical Significance. I do this by imagining my
voice turns a certain color and emanates throughout the worlds. Find
your own way to focus your thoughts so that it is clear to you when
you are and aren’t using magical thinking.
not many of us can hotbox our entire house with rosemary smoke. A
good second option is to again brew your herbs as a tea, and strain
it out, then pour the tea to a spray bottle and spritz your home with
magical water instead. Again repeat your magical chant.
is a third option: take a bowl of your enspirited plant allies in to
each room. Sit quietly and imagine their vivid spirits filling the
room, pushing out any bad or negative energies or spirits. If you
cannot fully imagine each room being filled, then it isn’t being
totally purified. As the spirits fill the room, again, say or think
your magical chant.
if you chose that last option, you may find yourself to be rather
drained after two cleansings in a day. This is quite normal. Magical
energy is an energy, just like any other, that us humans use in our
day to day life. Just as we are tired after expending emotional or
physical energy, we are also tired after expending magical energy.
Eat plenty of nutritious food and get lots of sleep. Be sure to
record your spellwork in your journal.
general you will want to protect yourself, your home, and whoever
lives in your home, from all forms of spiritual attack. No defense is
totally foolproof. In Nature, the stronger a defense is, the more
burdensome it is on whomever it is protecting. Lock something up in
Fort Knox and it is very well protected, but not very flexible or
accessible. You do not want to lock yourself up in an ivory tower;
you just want to add a few fortifications to your home.
by crafting a personal protection for yourself.
two nails or twigs from holy trees. Hold one vertically and imagine
that it is an extremely powerful barrier, carrying with it either the
virtue of iron or the virtues of the tree it came from. Hold the
other twig or nail horizontally and imagine a barrier shooting out
from it, so that nothing could possibly pass. Place the two twigs or
nails together so they form a cross or X shape. As they touch,
imagine a mighty clang ring out as your two protectors seal together
to create an impenetrable shield. Bind the twigs or nails with black
or red thread. Ensure the sticks never come apart again; if they do,
even for a moment, the enchantment is lost. Tie more thread to this
amulet or attach it to a necklace to wear it.
the SATOR Square on good card stock if available; an index card will
do – otherwise, plain paper. Use black or red ink – magical ink
is awesome, otherwise a Sharpie is fine. As you draw each line, be
aware that you are drawing an immensely powerful protective amulet.
With each line and letter you draw, imagine the power within building
up and up until it is almost exploding. As you make the last mark,
watch the power “click” together and become a cohesive unit. Like
a wave, the power will spread out and form a complete and powerful
shield, perhaps golden or yellow in color. Nothing malicious can
cross this barrier. Punch a small hole in the paper (the square
itself does not need to be large at all; make it as small as you
desire while allowing the lines to remain distinct) and string it on
thread to wear.
any one or three of the protective herbs listed above. Burn them on
charcoal disks or make a tea out of them. Hold your chosen article of
jewelry over the smoke or place it within the water. Chant three
times, “purify, protect, and bless.” Call to the spirit of the
plant: “Rosemary, I call on you today to lay a powerful enchantment
on this [ring, necklace, etc]. Make it the strongest shield that you
know, which no malicious force could dream of crossing.” Take some
whiskey, red wine, or raw egg. Put a drop if it on the jewelry as
payment to the plant. Perform a sign of sealing (such as saying “so
mote it be”).
crafting personal protections for a few days. Have many on hand, with
different words and plant spirits used in their creation. Carefully
record each enchantment in your journal so you always know which
enchantment to use when the time comes for defense.
you will need to protect your home. Take a jar or other container.
Put in it some dirt from your property and put it in the jar. Draw an
accurate picture of your home or apartment and put the picture in the
jar. Now choose three of your plant friends. Call their spirits as
you have been practicing. “Spirit of [herb], I request your aid in
my spell today. Bring ultimate protection against all evil and
malicious force to my home.” Use your intuition to determine how
much of each herb to add to the jar or container. When the you are
done, imagine the vivid colors of the plant spirits growing massive
in scale, covering your entire home in a powerful and impenetrable
shield. By the power of three no malicious force may cross this
barrier. Close the container and light a candle on top of it to
charge it and seal it. Store the container in a safe space and
recharge it with candles once a month. In times of crisis, recharge
the jar either weekly or daily. Also leave it in the sun for a few
hours, once a month. If the dried herbs within rot, you are
experiencing a major spiritual attack. Immediately redouble your
defenses and take care of your business.
your spells, be sure to record these in your journal.
you have performed cleansings and protections and already have your
first experience in magic and spirit work. Now that the basics are
taken care of, let’s roll around to building an altar and taking care
of a few basic problems in your life.
prosperity altar is in my opinion the first non-protective magic
someone should attempt. If you have a major crisis in your life, take
care of that first; otherwise, turn to prosperity. Prosperity does
not mean greed or wealth. Think of all the areas in life you can be
prosperous: In your hobbies, in your job, in your school work, in
your motivation, in your friendships. A prosperity altar brings
muchness in to your life. It removes blockages that prevents you from
an altar is a cleared away space such as a table or shelf where
things can be arranged and placed with magical intent. Not everyone
is able to have such a space, however. Consider creating a Tumblr
blog as an altar, or a large jar or box.
you will want to cleanse your shelf or container. Again bring out
your plant allies (I hope you really did buy a large quantity of
them) and cleanse in your own personal way. Consider laying down an
altar cloth. I use folded up sarongs for my altar cloths. You can use
anything you wish. Consider sewing or knitting your own altar cloth
for a personal touch.
to collect and add a variety of items to your alter. Here are some
in the color of money or valuable gemstones. Green, gold, and silver
or fake money, and as much of it as possible.
jewelry, glass ‘gemstones’, and rocks painted gold or silver.
of magpies, dragons, or other entities that collect treasures.
or images of yourself being highly prosperous, receiving everything
you want, and having things going your way.
of power, such as “I am prosperous” or “I receive every good
each item a purpose. “This candle acts as a beacon to draw
prosperity to me. This stone acts as an anchor to hold prosperity in
my life. This statement of power directs the energy in my life.”
Meditate with your altar once a day or however often it is possible
for you to do so. Visualize your altar steadily gaining more power,
overflowing with prosperous energies. This altar acts as a center
point for prosperous energies to enter your life. Expect to see
changes in your prosperity soon.
of what you would like to change in your life. Most adults have one
or two things they would prefer to change. Would you like more hours
at work? Or for your co-worker to get out of town for a little while?
Or, perhaps you want to heal a relationship with an old friend, or
make enough money to go on a trip next spring. Make a list of things
you want to change.
each individual spell is outside the scope of this basic guide.
However, I can go over some simple spellcrafting.
spell should have three components. Your willpower and focus, the
power of a spirit ally, and a physical action that supports your
willpower and focus means directing the energies you raise through
words, actions, and visualizations. In the home cleansing, you may
have visualized the spirits filling a room while you repeated the
phrase “purify, protect, and bless.” This is using your willpower
and focus. Another example is meditating before your prosperity altar
and imagining good things happening to you. Working with tools and
ingredients can focus your willpower. Consider the power of stabbing
a poppet with a needle; this is an excellent point of focus. I prefer
to specifically use a visualization and a spoken phrase to raise and
spirit ally may be one of the plants we have been using up to this
point. It could also be a crystal, or the flame elemental from a
candle. It could be the spirit of the Sun or Moon, or the land you
live upon. It could be a feather or a dish of water. When
constructing your spirit call, speak directly and honestly. Ask the
spirit of whatever it is you are working with to come to you and aid
you in your magic. Of course you will want to align the spirit work
you are doing with the spell at hand. You would not call on a plant
of purity to curse someone, for example.
you will need to make physical actions that support the intent of
your spell. For a job spell, this means making calls and turning in
resumes. For a friendship spell, this means going out to try and meet
new people. Imagine that reality is smooth as glass, and magic is
floating above it, trying to get in. But the surface of reality is
too dense and smooth for magic to get a foothold. When you take
physical actions that support your spell, you create grooves in
reality that allow your magic to come down and manifest.
craft a spell, first write down what you want to happen. “I want
more hours at work,” for example. Decide what spirits you would
like to include in your spell, and what props you would like to use.
Simply do your research on spirits – in this spell, let’s use
almonds and basil. I think a good prop would be to make a mock time
sheet, and fill it out with you receiving exactly how many hours you
want. Don’t go overboard or you may be asked to work too often!
the spirits of almond and basil to your spell. “Spirit of Almond, I
ask you come to my spell today, to bring me great treasures and
wealth. Spirit of Basil, I ask you come to my spell today, to bring
me prosperity unbound.” Explain to the plant spirits what you want
to happen: “I require more hours at work. I want to work forty
hours a week.” Then, employing your willpower and focus, visualize
the plant spirits flowing through your life and opening up pathways
that will give you more hours at work. Perhaps store your mock time
sheet with the herbs and forty pennies (one for each hour you wish to
work in a week) to create a jar spell. Or, burn the herbs and time
sheet to release their power in to the universe. After this, employ
your physical actions by reminding your boss that you are free to
work more hours.
remember to use your focus, have a spirit ally, and to back your
spell up with physical actions. Here are two other ideas for spells:
make yourself more open and friendly, create a poppet of yourself
(remember that poppets can be made out of anything – cloth, wax,
clay, flour paste, paper mache, etc.) Call on the spirit of allspice
to make yourself more warm and friendly. Mix the allspice in with the
poppet you create or coat the poppet with allspice. Explain to the
poppet what you want to happen. Store it in a safe place. Then, watch
youtube videos or read books on how to open up and be more
increase your psychic awareness, draw a picture of yourself with a
large purple third eye. Take some bay leaf, cinnamon, rose, or star
anise and call upon their spirits for their renowned powers of
psychic awareness. Place these herbs on the third eye of your drawing
and meditate, imagining your own third eye opening and shining out a
brilliant purple light. Store the herbs with your drawing as a jar
spell and meditate with it once a day for three weeks, then after
that once or twice a week. Your physical action should be practicing
as you practice spellwork, you will probably want to practice
divination! Acquire some tarot or oracle cards, runes, or three
pennies for the I-Ching. Or, simply use a book for bibliomancy. I
will leave it up to you to research exactly how
to divine, but let me tell you that spirit work and divination go
hand in hand. Also consider using your plant or crystal allies to
promote your divination skills and guide you to draw the right cards
and make the correct interpretations.
hope this post was helpful to some. If it raises any questions for
you, feel free to contact me.
Hello! I was wondering if I could request a story where the reader is basically
the angel of death/grim reaper. And when she comes to the school to speak with
her old friend Charles, everyone is scared to death of her and avoids her…All
except for Kurt, who firmly believes that she’s his black winged guardian
angel, that he has fallen deeply in love with. (I know there’s been some angel
ones before, but I never quite saw one like this, so I thought I’d ask.) Thank
you! I love your work!
Awwwwwww that’s a hella cute request!
The sky was very cloudy the day you came to
the Mansion. A storm was brewing, and thunder could be heard nearby. The front
doors swung open without you having to touch them. You walked in, most of your
head and face covered in your long, silky black hooded cape.
Your large black wings were mostly hidden,
save for the tips of them. In your hand, you carried a tall scythe. It was
carved with cryptic runes and designs from long ago, passed down from
generation to generation.
Charles Xavier had known your family, a long
line of mutants, for ages. But your mutant family tree differed from others.
Your family carried the title and responsibility of the Watcher of the Gate.
You guarded the line between life and death, making sure only those who were
meant to cross, did.
People often mistook you for a soul stealer,
or, a grim reaper. Though you looked very much like one, you weren’t. While you
did meet the dead, it wasn’t in the way everyone thought. You didn’t take
lives, you saved them. And you were here to return one that shouldn’t have been
That, and, you wanted to enroll in high
Thunder boomed loudly outside, and lightning
crackled across the sky. The other mutants in the school watched you with dazed
expressions and wide eyes as you seemed to float across the ground, bare feet
barely touching the wooden surface.
You glided down the hall and into Charles’
“Ah, (Y/N), I thought you’d arrive about now.
Your mother called ahead. How is she doing, by the way?”
“My mother’s fine.” you answered. “Where’s
the place he died?”
“Downstairs. Come with me.” Charles rolled
out of his office, and you followed him. There were hushed whispers. Students
looked to one another and then to you. You still hadn’t removed your hood, and
your face was cast in shadow. Only the tips of your hair stuck out of the inky
“Who’s the new girl?” Peter asked. Scott
“I dunno, but she’s scary. Wouldn’t wanna get
on her bad side.” Scott shuddered. But Kurt…Kurt was caught in a daze, his
amber eyes glued to you like Peter’s were to Twinkies. You…you were something
“Mein engel,” Kurt whispered, his eyes wide.
“She’s no angel,” Warren shook his head. “I
“Awwww, does Kurt have a crush?” Jubilee
teased him, poking his shoulder. The teleporter’s cheeks flushed a dark purple.
“N-no, she’s just…very…interesting…” Kurt
“Yeah. Real interesting. I wonder what she’s
doing here.” Scott raised an eyebrow when he caught Jean’s expression. She had
caught wind of your thoughts. She knew exactly what you had come to do.
You knelt down at the end of the metal
hallway. Hank and Charles were behind you. You felt for the energy signature.
It was faint, but it was still there, even after all of this time. This might
be easier than you thought it would be.
“Can you do it?” Hank asked, pushing his
glasses up his nose. To be honest, he was excited to see how it worked. He had
never seen a mutation quite like this.
“Definitely. He was stronger than most. It
helps that he was using his powers when he died. Leaves a stronger mark.” You
“Do you need us to leave, or-?”
“No, you’re fine where you are.” You told
them. Charles nodded, watching intently.
You took your scythe in both hands, holding
it vertically. Raising it above your head caused the tip of it to glow with
swirling, misty purple energy. You spun it a few times as the power built, and
when it reached its peak, you slammed the bottom end to the ground. There was a
loud crack, like thunder. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you split the
breach between life and death.
Then, suddenly, he was standing there,
dressed in white. He was confused, dazed, his hair was a mess, and red energy
pulsed around him.
my hand!” you shouted, holding the scythe in your left hand, and reaching
forward with your right. A great gust of wind blew, throwing off your hood.
Your hair whipped your face lightly.
are you?” he asked.
(L/N). I’m the Watcher of the Gate. You weren’t supposed to die. Take my hand!
We don’t have much time!”
He reached forward and tightly grabbed your
hand. You pulled, feeling a great surge of energy, and then you fell backwards,
pulling him with you through the breach. You got up off of the ground, dusting
yourself off. He looked up in awe as you hid your face under your hood once
again. Mysterious purple eyes seemed to glow in the shadow.
“Charles?” he asked, getting up. “Hank.”
“Oh my God…” Hank murmured. “You actually did
“Hank, go get Scott. I have a feeling he’ll
want to see this.” Charles said. Hank nodded before running off.
“You…you saved my life, (Y/N). Thank you.” he
said, offering his hand. “I’m Alex. Alex Summers.”
“Nice to meet you.” you gave a small smile.
“Professor, are there any enrollment papers I have to fill out or anything?”
“There are a few on my desk, yes.” Charles
nodded. “Wait. You’re enrolling?”
You shrugged. “I need a place to stay for a
while. A long time. I’ve been flitting from place to place these past few
years. People get so scared…I just need a place where none of that matters.
Where I can be myself.”
“Well then, welcome to the Mansion.”
You sat at the fountain about an hour later,
your pen sliding across the paperwork. There was another group of mutants about
a hundred feet away. Even from that distance, you could tell they were talking
You sighed. Maybe one day you would be used
to even your own kind being terrified of you. Today was not that day.
“Guys! Guys!” Scott ran across the courtyard,
dragging Alex behind him. “Alex is alive!”
“What the hell?” Peter looked over the
once-deceased mutant. Once they were over by the group, you couldn’t hear them
“Yeah, apparently the new girl brings back
the dead! She’s like the Grim Reaper or something!”
“The Watcher of the Gate,” corrected Alex. “And
she only brought me back because I wasn’t supposed to die. That was a one-time
deal because Apocalypse interfered.”
“Whatever. I got my brother back!” Scott
shouted. Kurt’s eyes were still locked on you. He leaned against his hand and
sighed dreamily. Your wings were sticking even farther out of your cape. They
were as big, if not even bigger than Warren’s. Your scythe laid on the edge of
the fountain. You bounced the pen against your mouth, thinking of the answers
to the questions on the fourth page of the form. Who knew filling out an
enrollment form for a mutant school would take so long.
“If you like her so much, you should just go
ask her out.” Jean said to Kurt softly. He shook his head, eyes widening in
“I-I couldn’t. Have you seen me?”
“Dude,” Alex sat with the other mutants. “I
don’t think she’s going to judge you. I’ve met her. She’s pretty nice. And
believe me. She has plenty of problems with people judging her.”
“You zhink I should go talk to her?”
“Yes! Go over there!” Jubilee clapped her
hands, smiling. Kurt nodded. He closed his eyes and made a cross over his body
with a three-fingered blue hand, and then gulped before teleporting to the
“Aah!” You yelled in surprise. Papers dropped
to the ground, and you held your heart. Kurt felt horrible. “Oh my God, I’m
sorry. I wasn’t expecting that.” You laughed softly.
“I’m sorry!” he apologized sheepishly. His
cheeks were already tinted purple. “I, um, I’ll go-”
“Don’t,” you grabbed his wrist. He swallowed
thickly, amber eyes meeting yours. “I’d just…I don’t have very many friends,
and I wouldn’t mind some company…”
“Okay,” Kurt nodded. He gathered your papers
and handed them to you, catching a glimpse of the words across the top. “You’re
“Yeah,” you nodded. Your fingers drifted up
to the edge of your hood, and you pulled it down. Kurt almost melted into a
puddle at the sight of your face. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Kurt. Kurt Vagner. But in zhe circus, I vas
called zhe Incredible Nightcrawler,” he smiled, showing off his pointed fangs.
His tail waved contently behind him, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
“Well, you truly are incredible,” you stated,
taking him in. He was astounding. You thought for a second. “Wait. Were you in
the Munich Circus? In Germany?” Kurt nodded. “I think I’ve seen you before.
They called me there to bring back an acrobat once. She fell and the net broke.”
“I remember,” Kurt nodded, recalling having
seen you only a few years earlier. He had only seen you briefly, and only from
the back. He had seen your wings.
“You can touch them if you want,” you smirked
when you trailed his gaze to your magnificent wings. You reached up to your
neck, undid the button that held your cape on, and pulled it off, folding it
neatly beside you.
“R-really?” he asked. You nodded, stretching
one towards him. You took one of his hands and guided it there. He gently,
slowly stroked your soft feathers. They were softer than anything he had ever
felt. No fabric could compare to them. It was indescribable. “Zhey’re so soft.”
“Yeah. They kind of are,” you shrugged. “Um,
Kurt, could you uh…what does this question mean?” you pointed to the sheet. He
gladly explained, helping you fill out the form in its entirety. You had a
feeling you were going to like it here.
It was a few months later. You were very close to
Kurt, Scott, and Alex especially. People were timid to meet you, but as you
came out of your shell, slowly shedding your cape and your mysterious need to
be alone, they did too. More people approached you, asking you to play games
with them or help them with homework.
You were sitting beneath your favorite tree
on campus with Jean, Jubilee, and Ororo.
“Wait, he thinks what?” You asked Jean. You
were talking about Kurt.
“He legitimately believes that you his black-winged
guardian angel.” Jean repeated.
“Awwwwww,” you, Jubilee, and Ororo cooed.
“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard,”
Jubilee smiled, glancing over at the guys on the other side of the campus. They
were getting ready for something, you could tell. It looked like Peter was
giving Kurt a back massage, and Alex was giving a pep talk. Warren and Scott
seemed to be there for moral support. Kurt was dressed in his clothes from the
circus, the only dressy clothes he owned with a tail hole in the back, and he
was holding a small bouquet of wild flowers.
“Oh my God. They’re giving him a pep talk.”
Jean said, tuning into their thoughts. “He’s gonna come over here and ask you
“Oh my God,” you smiled. “He all dressed up. That’s
the cutest thing ever.”
“He’s in love with you.” Ororo stated. The
others nodded. “Here he comes. Let’s get out of here!” The other girls left,
leaving you under the tree alone.
“Guten tag, mein engel.” Kurt smiled. You
stood up to face him. “I vas vondering…I vas vondering if you vould like to…to
go out vizh me?”
Instead of replying, you grabbed him by the
collar of his circus jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. In shock, he dropped
the flowers. His lips were soft and sweet. He was so gentle, kissing you back
carefully. Your hands rose to his cheeks, thumbs sliding across his scarred
You felt timid hands on your hips and a tail
around your waist. You smiled. He was stiff, nervous, shaking, but he was
getting used to it. You pulled your lips away from his and pressed a kiss to
his cheek before hugging him tightly. His arms gripped you, and you could hear
his racing heart.
“Yes, Kurt.” you whispered into his ear. “I
would love to go out with you.”
I’m still pretty new to Blender, so sometimes I forget how to do certain things. I made myself a little cheat sheet for the things I most commonly do in Blender and I thought I would share. It’s very basic, but helpful if you are just starting out :)
Handy Dandy Blender Cheat sheet!
G (grab) allows you to pick up and move selected
x, y, or z afterwards to constrain the movement to that plane
number afterwards x, y, or z and move the object by that amount
S (scale) allows
you to increase or decrease all of your object’s dimensions relative to the little
yellow reference point.
number to scale by a fixed amount
R (rotate) allows
you to rotate your object
x, y, or z afterwards to constrain the rotation to be only around that axis
number afterwards x, y, or z and rotate the object by that amount
select) Select any vertices within the square
shift as well and you can deselect
Right mouse button
to select multiple
Tab enter andexit edit mode
button pan the field of view
Middle mouse button
rotate field of view
W brings up menu
with remove doubles and subdivides in edit mode
Shift+D duplicates a selection or whole mesh for edit mode and object mode respectively.
Ctrl+E brings up
menu to split edges in edit mode
Alt+C turn curve
into a mesh
A select all
points and deselect all points
P bring up menu
to separate objects in edit mode
F make face in
L select a connect section of a mesh
E extrude selection in one direction
Ctrl+R Loop subdivide
N brings up right hand menu with show weights options
Delete/Decimal key on numpad zooms to selected verticies
Hey everyone! ^^ Here’s my design of an SMG issued to Jack soldiers of Tasmanwick’s military. It is manufactured by Sofala (one of Tasmanwick’s firearms manufacturers), and I decided to call it ‘Clydesdale’ after Big Red’s (who’s a horse I ride every time I go on trail rides) breed.
UPDATED: Here’s a few facts about it: - It has a side mounted magazine, which is usually of the small drum type (similar to the MP 18). That way, a Jack can hold the vertical grip comfortably. - It’s a really compact multistage coilgun. The ammo it fires is designed to be deadly on an enemy, but it’s also intended to minimise collateral damage by metal pollution (I just like being environmentally friendly - less collateral damage is an ethic of mine). - Where the previous guard should be, I’ll add a compact pistol ( the idea was @luminescentphoenix ‘s), but I’m gonna design that separately. - These guns come with a bayonet lug (not pictured). - A small screen displays the amount of ammunition in the magazine. It is situated under the telescopic sight.
So, what do you think? ^^ Feel free to criticise it all you like, cause I know it will have disadvantages on the battlefield xD then again, so does every weapon, but still.