It’s not like he’s never been on a date before. He’s gone on a lot of
dates: with people from real life, people from the internet, blind dates
courtesy of Laura – but never before has he been this fucking terrified.
So I was stalking Tumblr the other day and I noticed that other than the artists and writers, the MM fandom isn’t really well acquainted with one another… I also did a little search and I don’t think this is a thing yet so here we go.
I was planning to have a fandom meetup here on Tumblr, so that those in the Mystic Messenger fandom can get to know each other and have a fun time.
(I also got inspired by the phandom meetups as I used to be in the phandom for a few years)
Since National Potato Chip Day lands on March 14th in America, I thought to have the meetup then to celebrate 707′s love for Honey Buddha chips at the same time!
I will make a page about this, and put it in my calendar, but I want to see the reception to this idea first.
So please share this around so that more and more people would know about it!! Thank you guys so much for the support xx
So under the cut is some info about what a meetup actually is:
✘ (Y/F/N) = Your fake name. (Y/L/F/N) = Your last fake name.
✘ Request: This might get complicated but can you do a Barry/grant imagine where Barry is trying to move on from iris (maybe they broke up or something) and he is either shown through Gideon or travels to our world where he sees the reader (singer actress) and grant have been together for awhile and are very happy so he tries to find the reader on his earth with the teams help
Things had been strained between Barry and Iris since the end of their engagement. They didn’t talk, they couldn’t stay in a room alone, and when their eyes met, before so demonstrative of love and admiration for each other, would just look away, making both people uncomfortable and any other human or metahuman around being able to feel the heavy breeze from the pressure in the air.
They loved each other, of course, they had loved each other since forever. And when they finally got together, Barry thought that maybe this time he had really won, maybe he’d gotten his happy ending, his peace.
Holy shit, how wrong he was.
Iris missed him more than anything, and so did he.
But it was clear that the Scarlet Speedster couldn’t say or show it more when Cisco entered excited on the cortex, saying that the future had changed. Iris would live. Savitar wouldn’t kill her.
“Actually, I saw her in the headlines. ‘Iris West, the youngest Central City’s journalist to win a pultizer award, public an article about metahuman medicine, with help from her old friend, Caitlin Snow.'’ Cisco spoke in a forced tone of journalist’s newspaper’s 7, smile never leaving the his face. "Guys, Iris is alive and Caitlin won’t turn into Killer Frost!”
‘’But what changed?’’ Julian asked, but no one could care about what event made the tragedy go away, the focus was clear: the worst thing won’t happen anymore.
‘’We won Savitar, I knew it! I knew it!’’ H.R said exltedly.
Joe hugged his daughter with tears in his eyes as Cisco hugged Caitlin and HR ran out screaming something about coffee and cake to celebrate the occasion.
As much as Barry’s heart was relieved - Iris, the woman he loved, would live and have the success in journalism that she deserved! - A persistent doubt struck the back of his head. Asking Iris to marry had not changed the future. Had breaking up with her done it?
Barry smiled at Iris as their gazes met, the first real smile from the end, she took a step toward him, and he could not help but try to reach her as well, but Caitlin hugged her just in time, happiness and relief filling the room.
Looking at the people that Barry Allen most loved in the world in such happiness, he couldn’t help but leave when no one was noticing and go to Gideon. Barry had to see if a certain event had reappeared.
His heart pounded, hoping he would continue with Iris, the girl he always wanted…
But he was not.
Flash missing vanishes in crise.
By Iris West.
No hyphen, no Allen.
Iris was alive, but she would only be like this if he didn’t have her.
A solitary tear fell down the cheek of Central City’s hero.
It was surprising how he could save everyone but himself.
But it was okay, if his happy ending was Iris at least alive, Barry accepted that.
He loved her too much to be selfish.
It was 3 months since Barry discovered he could not stay with Iris anymore. He was doing okay as much as possible. The thought that she would be alive made him try to move on, for Barry knew that if he didn’t, the West girl would die.
So the speedster was trying. The best he could, at least.
“This time, I’m 100% sure that the particle accelerator will not get you to another earth.” Cisco said while putting the device in Barry’s suit.
“100%?” Barry raised an eyebrow, doubting his friend’s statement.
“Okay, maybe more to 89%,” Cisco said as he moved to the computer. “Or 67%…”
“Oh, great! ”
“Earth two?” Julian asked Caitlin, trying to find himself in the conversation.
“No, it’s down to earth 4. It’s where Supergirl came from.” Caitlin explained.
“Who?” Julian asked confused as Caitlin began to gesture and explain about Team Flash’s interdimensional travels and friends.
“Okay, get ready.” Barry prepared to run, happy to do something that would always distract him from the world around him. “1… 2… 3… Go! ” The Flash ran, leaving papers flying through the cortex, Caitlin rolled sighed and went to pick them up while Julian approached Cisco to see Barry’s speed on the computer, until it simply disappeared.
“What was it?”
The Scarlet Speedster could feel in his breath that that oxygen was not that of his earth. He sighed and looked around, looking for some information on where he was or how to get help to get home.
As much as “home” was now all his relative happy, uncomfortable moments between him and Iris, the sure certainty that he would not have a happy ending and…
Barry shook his head from side to side, trying to hide his thoughts like someone throwing dirt under the rug. Time to gather information, find help, and go back to his earth.
The hero looked around again, he was on a street, one that seemed to belong only to the richest of any place. Hearing a loud noise as loud as hysterical screams, Barry glanced back, managing to see himself waving to a group of screaming people. Was that version of him famous?
He sped in the big place, looking twice, was a recording studio. The Flash sped through the room, studying everything until it found a trailer that contained clothes in his size.
Barry changed his clothes and grabbed a backpack, putting his uniform inside, starting to look around the trailer at human speed.
“Cool.” A smile appeared on his face to see a photo of him with two more dogs, he always wanted dogs. Barry finally found a computer and searched for the name on the door of the trailer.
Thomas Grant Gustin, better known as Grant Gustin, is an American actor, singer and dancer. Best known for playing the role of “Barry Allen” in The Flash series from CW show.
Okay, what should he be most shocked about? The fact that he is representing himself or that he can dance?
Anyway, Barry continued his research. Grant Gustin seemed like a completely normal guy, in fact, all of the team seemed to be normal. No metahuman activity here.
Indicated for the best chemistry award on TV: Grant Gustin and (Y/F/N) (Y/L/F/N)
This was a new one, he didn’t know anyone by that name. Barry clicked on the link of the story, basically they and 4 other couples competed for this award. The Forensic Scientist kept looking at the photo of himself smiling and hugging a girl, whom he couldn’t see, although he could not help but feel curious and even neediss to meet her.
Barry coughed, moving away from the computer. He had not felt anything like this since Iris.
Search: (Y/F/N) (Y/L/F/N)
Allen sighed and clicked on the first link to youtube that appeared, “(Y/F/N)” was talking and suddenly began to sing. He giggled, her voice was wonderful.
The next video was one of an interview with her, Barry clicked on the link and folded his arms, waiting for what could come.
Fully open mouth in ‘’O’’ was a euphemism for Barry’s expression. His chest was full of excitement, confusion… Hope?
His version of this earth was with this girl for years, and he seemed quite happy with her.
This was not Barry’s life, he knew that. But something inside his veins was begging for him, go get this girl.
For the first time after Iris, Barry Allen could feel something.
Just then, Cisco appeared, smiling relieved to see his friend well.
'’How about a vibe home, bro?’
“They were together for like three years and they looked really happy. I have to find this girl. I just have to. ”
“You’re like one of those in love Disney guys, are you going to start singing for no reason like them?” Cisco joked.
“And she was a singer actress!” Barry remembered.
“As lovely as it is, you know this was not your earth, right?” Caitlin said, wanting to make sure his friend’s head was in order.
As Barry opened his mouth to speak, the rest of the team entered the room. His heart ached a little to see Iris, she’s still Iris after all. The difference is that, this time, he accepted his new idea of destiny, Barry Allen was happy. He would have Iris at his side as his best friend, fully alive and amazing at job and someone to love, that was more than enough. It took some months to accept that he wasn’t going to be with Iris and a couple weeks before he came back from the other earth to accept that he could be happy with another person. But he did it.
Barry Allen accepted it and would hold onto this future.
“What were you talking about?” Wally asked with Big Belly Burger’s mouthful, Iris rolled her eyes at his brother’s attitude.
“About the girl that B.A is looking for! She and his look-alike, can you believe it? Look-alikes! - were together and kaboom! He wants to meet her here!” H.R said excitedly, not noticing what he was really talking about and in front of who.
“Dude, seriously?” Cisco chided him, H.R looked around, his mouth popping open and his expression showing surprise at what he had done.
Before H.R could stutter some apoloze, the reaction in the cortex was completely the opposite of what was expected. Iris smiled at Barry, a genuine smile.
“Well, I’m happy for you, Bear.”
“What do we have?!” Barry asked as he stepped into the cortex, already in his The Flash outfit. Cisco and Caitlin had called him to STAR Labs saying they had found something that needed to be resolved urgently, but the whole Team was there, which was weird for a wednesday morning.
“What do you have to get, bro.” Cisco said smiling, eating another of his candys.
“We found her.” Caitlin smiled sweetly. Barry looked around the room, his eyes wide and his crescent-shaped mouth resting like a smile. “Her name on this earth is (Y/N) and… ”
“And we’d say more information about how much work to find her we got, but I guess all you want now is to run for her.” Cisco interrupted and laughed at his friend’s expression, noting how excited he was but happy for him as well as his entire team was.
“Go get your girl, Flash.” Iris said, smiling in encouragement, he stared at her and nodded, running out as he received the information from her location by the microphone in his suit.
And then, the world seemed finally to stop when Barry laid his eyes on (Y/N). Nothing was fast or slow, everything was in harmony for the first time in centuries. Barry could swear on his knees that there were no wars or problems in the world, because… How could something bad happen in the world when her smile existed?
MasterlistPart 1 Request - A Harry hook one with the reader being Cheshire cat daughter and Harry like-love her and she have trust issues and that even on the isle she can use her powers (Ya know the cat of Alice in Wonderland that the movie with Johnny deep) and she befriended the wonderland kids (the mad hatter son or daughter etc) I’m sorry if you don’t get it, you can do it something like that but with the Cheshire cat thing, hope you can do something -xoxox Requested by - Anonymous Word Count- 871 Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader (Daughter of the Cheshire Cat) Tags - @lotte142
Summary-You, a four year old child, have just lost your father in a car accident only seven months after losing your mother. With no more living relatives, you have to be put in foster care, moving from family to family, house to house. Except when the richest man in Gotham City wants to adopt…again!
This is the story of how you grew up in what may be the most dysfunctional family there is, and how they came to love you, and you came to love them.
Warnings-mentions of death, angst
A/N-Yay, Damian and Tim are in this one! To be honest I don’t have that much practice writing for them so sorry if they seem a bit out of character. Also I’m really sorry for taking forever to update this. I know not a lot of people follow me, and for those of you who do and actually read these, thank you so much! I really appreciate it and I love you forever.
Now that school is over and done with I’ll have a lot more time to focus on my writing rather than finals and homework. Yay! I’m going to be posting some rules about taking requests later so stay tuned, for I will be taking requests soon.
Another note, if you would like to be tagged in “Raised by Bats”, or any of my Batfamily stories, send in the ask and I’ll add you to the list. That is all, have an awesome day!
The house was bigger than any building you had ever step foot in. The grand double doors, the lush gardens, the golden lights. You felt as if you were walking into a palace. A palace that was now your new home.
A wave of nervousness washed over you. What if Mister Wayne and Mister Pennyworth decided they didn’t like you and sent you away? What if you accidentally broke one of the nice looking vases or pictures in the house and they got angry with you? What if you could never feel home here?
Hi everyone! I am Charlene, wich is a nickname because I want to keep my real name private. I’ve been editing my new studyblr blog for a few hours now and I really want to start over because I need a fresh start for the upcoming school year! I’m really motivated to post original pictures and make new friends! If you want to know more things about me, my goals, my favourite studyblrs,… please keep on reading! (ps I track #donutdesk)
Hi!! ive been on tumblr for a while (and following you for a while haha) and i just haven't been growing. im active and posting alot of my own pics but i havent gottan any new followers in 2 months! do you have any tips?
hello! first of all thank you so much for sticking around yay love yaaa! 💟 here’s a slightly elaborate (and quick) list of my tips to gain more audience:
1. ask ppl to check your blog! a little note that some people might find this annoying!! i find this okay bc i constantly feel the need to find and discover new blogs! however, that is not always the case for everyone. please do check the faq of every person before hitting up their asks!
2. make/post your own content. simple ones like cute photos, selfies, thoughts, etc. please do tag other people who can reblog it for you too! in my case, my tag is: peachisty! this really helps in gaining more notes i believe. this is because more notes = more audience!
3. get a nice lay-out, personalize it. dont just settle for the lay-out you took from the theme-garden. style it! literally the codes are everywhere in google! but if you have no idea where to start, feel free to hmu! i know lots of css stuff and im p much skilled with web designing so yeah :~)
4. choose your blog style and stick with it! in my case, it’s personal/art/positivity i guess? changing your blog style once a month doesn’t help tbh bc people want consistent content! and having literally super random stuffo is chaotic i believe?
5. get a nice, catchy url and dont just leave it around!!! dont change ur url everyday! my url is p much a gem so i dont rlly think i will ever ever change it tbh haha. i do have some saved ones that are centuries old btw!! if u dont have something in mind, feel free to hmu so i can give em to you
6. talk to your pals !!! may it be thru saying: “if u ever need somebody to talk to im here!” or thru posting updates about you or your day!! i think it just makes me feel safe and happy to read regular updates about ppl on my dash!!! i guess the same goes for other ppl!
7. make your own tag and reblog the stuff ppl tag you into!!! usually, your tag may be your url bc it’s easier to remember! i think this helpz bc u can gain pals thru exchanging of posts tooo
8. make a faves page! haha idk, but faves page made me discover tons of really cool blogs!!!!!! this assures u new mutuals too!!! mutuals that match your aesthetic! ;)
9. join networks. this did not entirely help me in gaining followers but it did help me gain friends!! this is bc networks treat each other like family!!! and idk!! that’s the very reason why i made tumblr tbh!! to meet new beautiful ppl that have the same aesthetics and passion as mine!! networks give u that! along with it, u can do group blog rates, follows, etc!
10. follow similar blogs! this is p much obvious! u follow similar blogs in order to have similar posts on your dash that u can easily reblog! also, if u have the same content, there is a huge possibility that the person will follow u back!!
last note: i want you to know that it is never about the amount of followers!! if you’re using tumblr as a platform to showcase your art: im pretty sure it feels more validating to have sum ppl recognize your talent but please do not entirely depend on it! dont stop making art just because you dont have lots of audience! the amount of ppl who sees your art =/= your skills ok !!!!! :0 at the end of the day… if you come to think of it… i can delete this blog and im back to 0?? i mean… do you get me? you’re still youuu! :)
i hope this helps !! good luck on your journey bb 🐝
Finished the sewing part of my phichit on ice cosplay. Yay.
Plus, just noticed I have not posted here about this costume at all. So…. You must think that it’s like… Super fast. But I have actually been working on it for like 2 month.
// You Can Do Better Than Me // SNIPPET Reggie x Reader
Reggie x Reader
You can see the good in Reggie, and you wished he could see it too.
have to face the truth
That no one could ever look at me like you do
Like I’m something worth holding on to
times I think of leaving
But it’s something I’ll never do
‘Cause you can do better than me
But I can’t do better than you
LISTEN HERE this is a snippet because i think i hate it but i involved asexual/best friend jughead so YAY i would appreciate any feedback, lay it on me because i personally hate this but i just wanna do it so bad
i think its just drabble and i know its only the opening but tell me what you think!!!! Also, thanks to my boo @onceuponagladerhead
Hey-o! I recently hit 300 followers! Thank you all, I’m glad you enjoy my content enough to hit the button! To celebrate, I’m going to do some blog rates! The format will be under the cut. Just do the following:
Send me an ask with a book/song recommendation
Maybe reblog this post if you want
That’s it, it’s not too much of a list, I just like bullet points
I will be tagging these and rbs as marissa’s300 if you want to blacklist
But first, I’d like to shoutout my mutuals, a lot of whom I talk to a lot, so big yay to you guys.
My second fic, yay! Always welcoming constructive criticism. Also, I do NOT give anyone permission to use this! This is a creation from my brain, to be used by me only. You may reblog, leave notes/likes, and tag others, but please do not steal. (I hate I had to add that, but with people always stealing others fics recently I felt it necessary.)
Wanna give a huge thanks to @sammiielli for giving this a read, and hopefully I improved on what we talked about. I didn’t want to bother you and ask you to read it over again.
“Nothing like you thought”
Pete Dunne/ unnamed OC. Regal also plays a huge role in this.
Warnings include: Cursing, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, and semi smut. I think that’s it.
Request: So I have an idea. Imagine their sister goes on a hunt when she wasn’t allowed to and the boys get really worried and she comes back with a few cuts here and there. But only stitches on her arm which was broken and they get really mad but happy she’s alive😁
Pairing: Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.
Warnings: Minor language.
Note: Yay! Expect more fics, I’m doing what I can, while I have my creative juices flowing!
Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!
Hope you enjoy it!
“Damn it!” You hissed. The door was locked, and you didn’t have your lock pick on you. You looked up and down the road, watching for any passing cars.
Feeling around in your hair, you searched for a bobby pin. If you could somehow pick the lock, you could probably sneak in and get to your room, unnoticed. Where did the little things go? You winced when a sharp pain traveled through your body.
You arm was, severely, hurt. It probably needed stitches, and you could treat the rest of your wounds, if only you could get into your room without getting caught.
Finally finding a pin, you carefully crouched down and inserted it into the small hole. It took you a minute, because you were only able to use one hand, but you eventually unlocked it. Upon hearing the small click!, you knew you were successful.
Sliding the bobby pin back into place, you opened the door just far enough to slip in. You prayed the door didn’t squeak when you shut it. Letting out a sigh of relief, you looked over the railing, keeping an eye out for any movement.
The pain in your body was growing, but your arm hurt the worst. You desperately needed to change clothes and tend to your wounds. To do that, though, you had to get to your room, unnoticed.
So maybe you weren’t supposed to go on this hunt, but when are you likely to listen. Besides your injuries, the hunt was a success. The people were saved and the monster was dead.
From what you could see, the library was completely empty, which was both good and bad at the same time.
It was good that your brothers weren’t in the room. It was good that you could, hopefully, sneak past. You wouldn’t have to worry about lying to them and having to explain your bloody clothes.
It was bad that because they weren’t in here, and you didn’t know where they were. The impala was still parked in the garage, from what you knew. Which meant that, unless one of them walked, they were both somewhere inside the bunker.
You hoped they weren’t in your room.
You went down the steps as quickly, and quietly, as you could. A sound caught your attention. You stopped, briefly, and listened. You didn’t dare move, in case someone hear, but you didn’t want to be seen either.
Once you were sure the coast was clear, you headed forward. Stopping at the corner and pressing your back up against it, you needed a breather. Not having long at all, you immediately had to continue forwards.
After a few times of covering and stopping, you eventually made it to hallway outside your room. The pain was almost unbearable now, you had been through a lot of things, but this was draining the energy you had left.
“Finally,” You sighed. Turning the knob just enough to the point where it wouldn’t make noise, you went to go through, when:
“Where the hell have you been?”
You mentally cursed. Turning to the side, you saw both Sam and Dean staring at you, arms crossed, like overprotective dads who just found their teenage daughter sneaking in at midnight, drunk. Well, overprotective brothers in your case, and you weren’t drunk, just injured.
“I was out, okay?” You didn’t know what to tell them. ‘Oh, hey guys. I was just out on that hunt you told me not to go on and I’ve injured myself in the process.’ No!
“Out? That is no excuse!” Dean yelled at you and you winced. You hated being yelled at, but you weren’t going down easy this time. Dean saw your wince and he stopped. His eyes ran over you and you knew he saw your injuries.
Both he and Sam ran over to you and brought you back to the library.
“You just couldn’t listen, could you?” Dean shook his head as he wiped the blood and dirt from your face. The warm rag felt soothing against your skin. He couldn’t resist scolding you. Sam had managed to pin your hair back and he was working on your arm.
“Nope, but the good news is the monster is dead and the people are okay,“ You nodded and pushed back further into the chair. You were exhausted.
“You’re not okay,“ Sam spoke, as he gently put pressure on a spot on your arm and you flinched. “See?”
“I’m a hunter, Sammy. I’ll be okay. Those other people, they wouldn’t be okay. You two wouldn’t go, so I had to. It was now or never,” You sighed. Sick of hearing the same old story every time, you pushed them away. They never would understand.
“We could have come with you,” Dean said. You gave him a look.
“After how long? Two? Three days?” You turned your head towards Sam. They both had the same, ashamed look on their faces. “I can handle myself. I am a Winchester, after all.”
“Well, you got that right,” Dean smiled at you.
“We’re glad you’re okay. You handled that, surprisingly well, considering what you were up against.” Sam nodded, giving you a look that made you feel good.
A look that made you feel just as important as them.
Summary: Y/N was once an employee at Prince Adams castle along with being his childhood friend but she doesn’t remember. Caught up in the curse, she ends up in Villeneuve where she stands out. But circumstances arrive and she somehow returns to the place she once called home, and a beast she once thought a friend. A multi-chapter fanfiction. CHAPTER 1CHAPTER 2CHAPTER 3CHAPTER 4
Authors Note: This is by far my favourite chapter that I’ve written so far. I hope you like it as much as I did writing it. Things are picking up speed, plot wise. If you haven’t read my post about it, I’m currently doing exams (yay) so updates may be irregular compared to the usual Monday/Thursday schedule, but I promise to try as hard as possible to stick to it. Like always, tags and requests are OPEN! So are any questions. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 5: A Castle of Roses You stared up in awe, now blissfully unaware of the fact that you were chilled to the bone. The castle seemed to almost grow out of the ground and up towards the sky like a flower. The gates in front of you seemed to be made out of solid ice that shone like large diamonds in the pale moonlight. The grounds were extensive and covered in a layer of pure white snow, blending all of its features together. The castle was extremely dark against the white that was surrounding it, almost like a beacon of darkness. There were many ornate towers that shot up by different amounts into the sky, all of which had several equally as decorative windows, which made you wonder how many rooms the castle had. The windows were all as dark as the night except one down below by what you thought were some doors. A shiver ran up your spine as you stared. ‘Oh right, heat’ you thought as you kicked your heels into the side of Phillipe, making him slowly approach the ice gate. Once you reached it, however, you realised it was made of metal but ice had simply frozen around it. You were about to unsaddle to go and pick the lock on the huge gate but before you could the gates forced themselves open. Phillipe took several steps backwards in fright but you urged him through them. “Come on Phillipe. If they opened then they clearly want us here.” As you approached you wondered who 'they’ were. ———————————————————————————————————– You had dropped Phillipe of at the bottom of the staircase where there were several troughs full of food and water, which made you wonder where the other horses were. You climbed the carefully carved stairs slowly, both out of apprehension and the fact that your legs were shaking from the cold. As you got closer to the grand doors at the top you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sadness, as if the castle, despite its grandeur was a prison. You paused before the doors, slightly overwhelmed by their size. They towered over you and you questioned how you were to open them alone. You decided to knock, as it was only polite to give your unknown host a chance to ensure your entry was allowed. You waited several moments for a response but just received a large gust of wind to your back. With a large gulp you pushed the door open just enough for you to slip through. As you closed it shut, you noticed that the door had cracked around the lock, and the lock was old with rust and dust. You started to question whether anyone had left or entered this castle in years. Lost in your thoughts you didn’t realise that the coat rack to the left of the doors had approached you from behind and removed your coat from your shoulders. It shook it of snow and you absentmindedly said “thank you.” You turned to the coat rack to see who had relieved you of your damp cloak but no one was there. Confused and cold you shook away the ominous feeling and turned to face forwards. You let out an audible gasp. You had never seen anything more beautiful. A large, carved marble staircase adorned with gold decorations stretched out in the middle of the large hall. To your left was a large archway with broken doors leading to the beginning of an equally as ornate room, what the purpose of the room was, was a mystery to you. However, you could see several vines and leaves protruding slightly from the doorway. You were about to head over to the archway, curiosity overcoming your manners, but you stopped dead in your tracks when you heard voices, no louder than whispers coming from your right. “Look, a girl!” “I can see that! I may have lost my humanity but I still kept my eyesight.” “But what if she is zee one?” “Lumière, shh! She might here you.” You practically sprinted towards the whispers. You stopped abruptly before you reached the archway to the room where the voices had come from. You listened carefully for anymore sounds as you stepped into the room. It had several pieces of furniture just as lavish as the previous hall did but to your surprise, no people. There was a decorative rug thrown on the floor with a carved mahogany table on top of it. Two emerald coloured chairs with gold furnishings sat behind it and they were covered in a thin layer of dust making them slightly paler than the colour that was intended. The table had not a trace of dust, and upon it sat a candelabra made of solid gold and an extremely detailed mantle clock. The candelabra followed the same motif as the rest of the gold decorating that adorned the majority of the castles walls. Swirls and plants were clearly visible. The clock looked like it was trying to mimic an atlas and galaxy, with its decorations. You picked it up and studied all of it carefully, it was truly incredible; the intricacy of it all. “Fascinating.” You said out loud as you placed the clock back on the table. You looked up and saw a fire not far from the table and chairs. There was a small stool in front of it and you quickly walked over to the roaring flames. You were so focused on the heat, that you didn’t hear the candelabra snicker at the clock. You reached the fire and you let out a loud sigh. You plopped yourself down right in front of the fire, not bothering with the stool. As you slowly thawed you began to relax more and more, but the knot in your stomach still remained. You spent the minutes looking around the room. There was a lot of very expensive furniture including a large shelf unit and several wooden tables with decorative vases and other knickknacks. You turned to the window to see that the blizzard that was once raging outside had calmed down significantly and was now a simple dusting. You had almost thawed completely when you heard faint music coming from the entrance hallway. You rose slowly from your position by the fire, so that you could thank your host, who you presumed was the creator of the sweet melody that was echoing throughout the castle. As you left the room, you realised how cold you were before as you could feel your limbs working much more smoothly as you walked towards the music. As you passed the staircase you realised that the music was coming from the room with the vines and broken door. You entered carefully, and just like in all the other rooms you were blown away by its beauty despite its state of neglect. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling but they were covered in such a large amount of cobwebs that it was difficult to see what colour they were supposed to be. There were several circular stain glass windows on either side of the room, creating an illusion of floating orbs in the middle of the room. Vines were growing up the walls, spreading out from a balcony opposite from the doorway where you were standing. Leaves scattered the floor which was rather dusty and smeared (along with several cracks in the marble). There was a large crest in the centre of the floor, clearly etched and painted extremely carefully. To the side of the balcony was a pile of broken wood, with bits of navy velvet and gold metal protruding through the splintered planks. You slowly realise that this must have been a ballroom of some sort, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine how beautiful the parties held in it must have been. You could see a harpsichord to the left of where you were standing, and it was clear that the music was being created by it. Unfortunately you couldn’t see your host who sat upon the stall by the keys as a pillar was placed directly in your line of vision. “Hello?” You asked as you began to walk down the steps to look round the pillar. Almost immediately the music stopped and a barely audible “Oops.” was heard. You passed the pillar to look at the harpsichord to see your host only to find the stool empty. You furrowed your brows in confusion. The room, like the rest of the rooms you had been in was devoid of all life. You looked carefully around and was about to go over to inspect the harpsichord but a loud clang from behind you made you jump and turn around in fright. There was no one behind you and so you followed where the noise came from. You looked behind you one last time at the former ballroom before walking back towards the fire room. You entered to see that the candelabra and clock were no longer on the mahogany table. In fact they were nowhere to be seen. Questioning where they could have disappeared to and who made the large banging sound you didn’t hear the voices coming from behind the door that adjoined the room you were currently in. “Lumière, I insist that this is a bad idea.” “Cogsworth, she’s cold and starving, it is zee least we can do, non?” “But if the master…” “Oh hush now. What the master doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Now Chip, no moving. We can’t have her more confused and scared than what we’ve already done.” “But Mama!” You had looked around the room thoroughly for a trace of a person walking into the room to room to remove the objects without you noticing but to no avail. You stood up straight and stretched, the heat from the fire doing wonders for your joints. It was only then when you noticed a faint glow coming from behind the door at the end of the room that you thought that the person may have gone into that room. “Finally, the host.” You said to yourself as you walked over to the door. You knocked once before opening the door. “Thank you for…” You began but when you looked you once again saw that you were completely alone in yet another ridiculously ornate room. This time it was a dining room. A large table filled the room with several chairs surrounding it. Like the other rooms all the chairs were covered in dust bar one at the end of the table nearest to you. You stared at the chair confused. Someone did live here but why wouldn’t they show themselves. All you wanted was to say thank you for their hospitality. You looked to the far end of the table, and your mouth began to water at the sight. Food was laid out on silver platters, as if inviting you to tuck in to their contents. Your stomach rumbled and with little thought you practically sprinted over to the meal. Forgetting all manners you plopped yourself down on the chair (creating a small cloud that poofed upwards). You began shredding away at the bread, ignoring the provided cutlery. You helped yourself to cheese, to vegetables and a stew which you think contained beef. You drank well-made tea, which you poured from a small but extremely detailed china teapot and drank from a matching teacup, which had a small chip by its handle. Every time you placed the teacup down on the table, you swore it moved closer to you but you were too busy eating to care. When you felt like you could burst, you relaxed into your chair which still expelled dust with each small movement. You looked to the window behind you to see that the gentle snowfall, once blizzard, had now ceased to nothing. Picking yourself up, you stood and walked to the door, almost certain you were close to overstaying your welcome. “Thank you,” you said to the dining room as you left, hoping that your mysterious host would hear you. You walked briskly past the fire into the hallway, to the door where the coatrack still stood holding your now warm and dry cloak. You wrapped it round yourself quickly, and tied the knot so that it wouldn’t fall off. You re-adjusted your bag on your shoulder before turning round to face the staircase once more, wanting to remember the beauty of the interior before you left. With one final look you did a small curtsy, as a way to say thank you (as well as wanting to seem like a princess that were in your stories). With that you pushed open the doors and left the clock, coatrack and candelabra to lose hope in you being the one. ———————————————————————————————————– Whilst you had been feasting and exploring, Phillipe had also been fed and rejuvenated. You had saddled him and set off almost immediately. You were trotting slowly away from the steps, heading once again for the ice gates, but clearly Phillipe had other ideas. He stopped abruptly at the beginning of the large drive, before turning to the left and travelling down the smaller path heading round the back of the castle. “Phillipe, not that way!” You exclaimed as you tugged at his reigns to make him turn round to no avail. Apparently he didn’t want to enter the woods again, and he wanted to find a back exit. Despite every effort on your part to make him change his mind he kept on trotting forwards. Eventually you gave up and just used the time to take in as many details about the grounds you were walking through. The majority of it were lawns with sculpted bushes and trees surrounding them. There was the occasional fountain, which had frozen to form an ice sculpture of some sort. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what the grounds would look like if there was no snow. You imagined vibrant colours everywhere and you knew it would be like a fairy tale, along with imps and other mythical creatures hidden in the shrubbery. You smiled as Phillipe took a path that walked by a small frozen over river. Up ahead was a bridge that crossed the river, and beyond it was a large frozen lake, that shimmered like glass from the stars twinkling. You felt like the view was familiar but you couldn’t understand why. As you approached the bridge you looked to the left and saw several stone pillars with thorns wrapped around them. You pulled Phillipe to a halt as you stared through the vines to see roses. Familiar roses. You dismounted Phillipe and walked towards the pillars. As you got closer you realised that there was a gate at least thirty metres away from where the pillars ended. You walked under the stone archways made by the pillars to find yourself in a rose garden. You stared around before it hit you. You had dreamt of a place similar to this rose garden and bridge only this morning. However, that was a dream. This and your dream world weren’t the same. There were no pillars in your dream, no castle, but there was colour, warmth, happiness. Something that this garden lacked. All of the roses here were white. It freaked you out really at how white they were. They were whiter than the snow you stood on. You walked over to one of the bushes in the centre of the garden. You skidded on some ice whilst walking there but now you stood at the foot of one of the bushes, a rose directly in front of your face. It was so fair, so dainty, so eerily beautiful. You reached out to touch it to find that it was extremely soft. 'It would be beautiful to paint.’ You thought, but you couldn’t paint it now. It was too cold. You looked around to see if anyone was near you. No one was (bar the gargoyles that sat atop the pillars and wall where the gate was). If you took one rose, you’d be able to paint it later in Touquet, plus you’d always have a momento from the time you found a castle in the woods. You carefully pulled on the stem, to ensure that there were no thorns that were to dig into your fingers. Eventually the rose broke free and for a few moments you got to look at it in awe. Not for long though. A roar erupted from atop the wall and one of the gargoyles dropped down so that it was a few metres away from you. With the moonlight behind it, you could only see the outline as it approached you. Stumbling backwards, you floundered for words. “Please…. Don’t hurt me…… I’m sorry….. I’ll do anything….. Just don’t hurt me….. Please.” You begged as it kept on coming towards you. You stepped back, forgetting about the ice. In one swift movement your legs came out from underneath you. You flew backwards and landed on your back, completely winded. Your head threw back at the sudden jolt, smashing into the ground. The world around you became blurry and black at the edges. As you stared upwards, unable to move from fright, the gargoyle’s shadow enveloped you and the last thing you see is a flash of sky blue against the darkness. With that you slip into unconsciousness.
Okay I got to ask: What's the story about Superman using Steve shield?
Yay! I’m so glad someone asked. I was hoping that tag was read and that someone would. :)
The Avengers/JLA event of early 2000s was a thing of beauty.
I mean there was a luau!!!
What is not to love here?!
But anyway, long story short, Krona and the Grandmaster got into a pissing contest, as you do, and decided to go all ‘the superheroes of my universe can beat the superheroes of your universe na-na-nananaaaa’ which ended with them pitting our unwitting heroes up against each other in a contest.
At first this didn’t go well, like at all, but then our Stevie-boy and Bruce Wayne were all like…
Steve: You know, this is all just kind of fishy.
Bruce: My thoughts exactly. Epic bro adventure to figure this out?
Steve: Don’t mind if I do.
And then they figured out they were being duped and the two teams, who hadn’t got along at all up to this point, met to discuss.
Initially Steve and Clark pretty much hated each other on sight. Two leaders clashing, too many cooks in the kitchen, too much testosterone in one room, my dick is bigger than your dick, you know how it goes. But after Steve and Batsy returned from their bro-trip, the two teams united and they needed a leader to lead them against the universe collapsing and this Hallmark moment happened…
And then Bruce seconded it…
And Jan saw that as an opportunity for bragging rights.
Anywho as Clark went off to battle, Steve did this…
And we all shed the tear of the truly touched. Only to shed another one when the series ended with The Solute of Respect™…
And that is the story of how Clark Kent came to use Steve Rogers’ shield. :D