"Let’s paraphrase the sphinx, that’s a good idea!”
—Our Ahroun pointing out a flaw in our Theurge’s logic as he translated a spirit’s speech for the rest of us.
This sounds like something I would do. If I were a Theurge. I’d be a terrible Theurge. It’s a good thing I’m not a Theurge.
i could get this image printed on a dakimakura. nothing is stopping me. its the right dimensions and resolution and size and i have the money. i could literally own a fucked up anime sex pillow but with an image of French Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte. what a time to be alive
never give up on your dreams
I accidently blogged this to the wrong blog sorry
thewitchesofeastwood, it’s a CHAOS KITTEN
Haven’t written much fandom-wise lately, but here’s a story about a young Fianna garou and her pyromaniac boyfriend.
She was getting used to the looks she was getting. It’d been two years since Jae and Vilma had saved Los Angeles from Black and his minions, but only now was Jae getting used to people recognizing her; the hushed whispers and expressions that were a mix of admiration and fear. What she lacked in eyesight she made up for in hearing, and she could always hear them all, variations on the same conversation.
"That can’t be her; are you sure?"
"That’s her alright."
"I don’t believe it. She’s so young…"
"Believe it; that’s Peacemaker alright."
"Who’s that with her?"
"That’s Wyrm Burner."
"The one she..?" They would all just stare after that, until one who didn’t know what that meant would ask.
Then the story would be told.
Los Angeles in the umbra was terrifying; Black’s mirror world was worse. It took everything Jae had not to run home and hide under the bed while praying Vilma and Sergei were able to handle things… but she couldn’t stop now. She was so close to the end, so close to being finished with all this… so close to being able to go home. She wanted justice for Charlie, but she wanted to go home just as much. They were so close now; either they won, or they died. And she was at a point where that worked for her. So, with her bow dedicated to her and a pair of guns borrowed from the Fioris on her hips, she walked beside Vilma and Sergei, heading to wherever this fork in the road would take them.
That’s when she heard the voice. It made her stop dead in her tracks and turn deadly pale. She couldn’t make out what was being said, possibly sang, but she knew that voice; in a place like this, it meant trouble.
"Vilma," she said softly. "Take Sergei and go back to that fork we just passed."
"What?" the other garou asked, confused. "Why…" That’s when the voice became clearer.
"Oh, I don’t wanna set the world on fire…" Vilma swore under her breath. “I just want to start a flame in your heart.” Huxley O’Toole came into view, his flame thrower over his shoulder, a manic grin on his face. “In my heart I have but one desire. And that one is you; no other will do.”
"At least get back," Jae insisted. "Let me take care of this." On a normal day, there would have been more of an argument; today, thankfully, wasn’t a normal day. Vilma grabbed Sergei by the arm and pulled him back. Not as far as Jae originally wanted, but far enough to give them space.
"Why are we listening to her?" Sergei asked. Vilma didn’t answer.
Jae stood where she was, waiting for him to get closer. There were at least three ways this could go, and two of them ended badly for her. The third was a long shot that she hopefully wouldn’t miss.
"Jaybird!" Huxley called. His voice was cheerful, but had a malicious tint to it. This wasn’t her Huck; not right now it wasn’t.
"Hey you," she replied, a smile on her face. "What brings you to the city?"
His answer was to point his flamethrower at her and fire. She didn’t move; the flame went just to the right of her, catching the shoulder of her shirt sleeve on fire. She brushed it away like it was dirt that had fallen on her.
"Why ain’cha scared of me, Jae!?" Huxley demanded, firing again; she felt her arm get burnt, but ignored it for now. She would heal. “Ye should be scared ‘a me, ya barmy lass, why ain’cha?!”
She didn’t answer him. She just started walking towards him. He fired again and again, the flames always going to the right or the left of her but never hitting straight on. That’s what told Jae that her Huck was still in there; if he wasn’t, she’d be dead.
“What are you doing, you stupid dog!” Jae heard something happening behind her, but she didn’t turn to see what; to this day, she chooses to believe Vilma punched Sergei in his pointy teeth.
She kept walking, never straying from her path. She walked right to Huxley, who was glaring at her now, grabbed him by the collar of his old bomber jacket, and kissed him with everything she had. He returned her kiss, but there was almost no emotion to it, and his hands didn’t leave the flamethrower. Jae could feel the hot metal against her skin; something else that would heal eventually. When he pulled away, she looked up at him, her brown eyes welling with tears as she looked into his cold green ones.
“You remember that day you first kissed me?” she asked softly. “You asked if I was afraid of you…”
“Aye.” He looks confused, and somewhere in that confusion, Jae sees her Huxley slowly coming through.
“I told you that what you can do when you get angry is frightening, but I am not afraid of you. That’s hasn’t changed, Huxley… it will never change.”
“Jae,” he replied softly, lowering the flamethrower. She looks at him and sees that it really is him. Her Huxley is back. “Jae, I… you’re hurt…” She waved it off before kissing him again.
“I’m fine,” she promised between kisses. “I’m fine… I love you…”
“I love you…”
The story always ended differently; some say they made love right there, others that he was killed by the mysterious Sergei… Jae knows that she asked him if he remembered the first time she brought fireworks home, and how she gave him one that set the sky on fire. He did; he asked why.
“Because I need you to light this city up.”
When she, Vilma and Sergei approached Black’s hideout, she could see the fire blazing across the city. She smiled; that fire in the dark was what she was fighting this battle for.
And she planned to win.
well, i am groot
I think I just melted.
And he just ran by with plastic Cap shield screaming, “Take down Hydra!” with about eight other kids chasing him.
Omg, he just skidded to a halt and back tracked and said, “Hey mom!” And he plucked one little girl from the cluster of boys and said, “This is Black Widow!”
That was so Steve Rogers it hurt.