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Legends AUs ideas

Note: So yesss I did some quick AUs on legends,just to get back slowly but surely-with some of my girls together,one a fairytale idea which I played in my head,and an another idea with a pirates...I hope u liked it

Fairytale-ish AU???? (Larissa and Amadea) Amadea walked by the cold woods,everytime her feet or the dress trailed the grounds,it seems to quiver deeply,for she searched for the most beautiful nymph to restore the beauty she has faded from simply walking over the woods,the moon-like a lovelorn man,cursed her to walk forever only to age as she walked by teh woods,for she saw the trembling of the girl,she quickly ran by,the winds seems to howl at the distance,for her concealed night figure become revealed,as like a frightened deer to the wolf's hunger,she grew more greedy-the time seems to slip by like the rivers that flow by,the nymph's trails slowly become noticeable,not even the Gods could looked favorable upon her,as it slowly grew trees and plants,her time is up,she grew more frightened,as she ran by further and further,with a small swril from the hands,she commanded the trees under her will,to catch the running girl. Amadea has taht cold grin,the blood of the nymph slowly driven her by the madness,to gain an extended life span,her heart palpates slightly as she seen the running of the nymph,her eyes so innocent and she radiates a warm light that makes her hungrier,the more she ran to the woods,to catch that elusive nymph-it seems to bend in her control,catching the girl by the ankle,that feeling of being trapped,her heart grew weary,as she glanced at the laced figure,for she is beautiful,amidst the cold moonlight,for she of the darkness,as she slowly unsheathed the dagger out of her dress,her life slowly expiring with the stare,but however she could glance in the beuaty,her eyes filled with torment. She slowly fell for her,but however she noticed she crumbled in the stars,she has fallen for her.

Pirate AU-Morgan and Miranda Miranda trembled as she walked on deck,for she heard about that ginger pirate how she stirred the fear of the hearts of men. She must stay composed,her crew needed her at this moment of time and fear,she twitched her cuffs slightly,to see a glint, "you better move quickly-"-a voice came,she only catches the glance of that notorious pirate,she has that flaming hair and that cold gaze. There she came out of the shadows,Miranda swallows quietly for she has never seen such an unpredictable lass "welcome to the flaring red-",and there she took out her hat "and you must be?-" Miranda trembled slightly in seeing that red haired lass "I am captain Morgan-" as she slowly draw out her sword, 'and now you are now my captive,you have to serve me-",as she tossed the pistol to Miranda who shivered slightly at that sight "Do you have the blood of a fighter or a coward-" Miranda blurted slightly "A blood of a fighter..-" Miranda grew slightly confused of the words "and by the way,i am admiral Miranda-' as she glanced upon the seas consuming the vessel that was ran by man "the tide-" "ahh interesting-",as she slowly unsheathed a her sword,her glint mischievous "Now shall we dance-" Miranda gulped slightly,she means no retreat.

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Legends Drabbles #3

Note: some quick scribbles for the Legends universe,one is a-Moll cutpurse girl which I cannot resist doing it (Well go and wiki her,I read it from the book which has the info of Anne Bonny,how Morgan can cheer up her friend on her ladies things (I am feeling it TBH),and Amadea’s rituals in choosing the dress.

Moll Cutpurse girl-Fedora’s stealings

“Double trouble-” as Fedora smirked slightly,as they could see both mouthing words in the iPhone,of an epic tone,Jeanne knew the nature of Fedora knowing of her ancestor is the infamous Moll cutpurse,as she slowly snatched away the shiny bracelet of Jeanne, “after all Moll would slapped me in the back as I am pretty good at breaking in-” Jeanne knew of Fedora’s ancestor and her kleptomaniac manners “I know you-” as she gripped her wrist.

Fedora’s eyes widened slightly on Jeanne’s quiet mannerisms “I have been watching you since you keep seeing how the items are slowly disappearing-” as she slowly tried to snatch back the pocket,and there Fedora’s eyes are slightly raised “Are you kidding me-”,Jeanne has that cold smirk “I kinda know your next movement-”

Chocolates for days

“oh shit-” as Caitlyn swore quietly as she dug out for the tampons in her backpack,her face sulking and miserable,Morgan knows of her crabby expression “Mother Flo struck us again mere mortals by that horrible flow-” as she make her fake sean bean accent,Caitlyn rolled her eyes of Morgan’s exaggerated accents “hahaha very funny-”,as she looked for the painkillers. Morgan looked for the bag,and she has that widened look of mischief as she knew of Caitlyn’s causing hell on earth “Who wants chocolates-”  as she shook the bag “I know the Kraken wanted a sacrifice so the gods offer to the body-”,Caitlyn laughed slightly “well I am always a slut for the mars bars-” as Morgan dangled the packet and Caitlyn closed her eyes in ectasy “holy shit it tasted so damn good-”,there she took that picture of Caitlyn in flee

“You are pulling the stocks to making me feel better -” as Caitlyn grabbed another chocolate bars “You bitch,you are my saviour-”

Clothing choices (Inside by Wagner’s Treuloser Holder! from Tristan and Isolde)

Amadea flciked casually with the players,looking at that old disc of Tristan and Isolde,that quiet smile as she scrummaging through the clothes,colours for each occasion,and the sequins which shimmered against the glowing candlelight,and the sensual aroma of jasmine and musk adored the shire of hers.

“Darling are you ready-”,as her father waited downstairs whistling Wagner “Give me few more minutes daddy-”,as she gave the soft look to her father,she looks through the clothes,memories she looked through in each dress,a charity ball where she was the centre of the attention,as she found the perfect dress,a she slips through the dress,the sequins that shimmered through the candlelights,quietly she has that teasing smile "Ready daddy-",before she left,she quick took out that knife and left it at the altar of Diana,

Her father smiled slightly for seeing his beautiful daughter "you look nice sweetheart-",as he gripped his daughter's hand "let's go for tonight-". Amadea smiled slightly "Yes we shall-"

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642 things to write-the wicked ways

Note: A quick drabble of Amadea and Morgan,I think they are an interesting pair,so then it was a little prompt which is “This is what she wants most in the world-“

“This is what she wants most in the world-“ A happier day ,that is what Morgan wanted is to be free from the past. That mask of easygoing and going as the sea flows,for Amadea glides like a beautiful dream.It is strange how kindly Amadea treats Morgan as her own kingsman-as the ever faithful Lancelot,but beneath the deal lies a secret,bodies of young girls for she could push the pawn in,the easy going Morgan. The dark consequences proves deadly to Morgan,all hidden by the whispers of the shelves and the darkness.

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642 things to write: A dinner that could go wrong and yes Dante The wolf of the snows is back

Note: An another quick 642 things to write,so I found some new prompts over the net,so we have some conflict with Amadea and Morgan and Drago going cold

Prompt ‘A scene taken in extreme cold”

Treading through the cold mountains was not fun,Cerys knew that by their expressions-Drago sulking miserably huddling his long cloak,Auberon fighting the cold with his persona of a tough man by gulping that brandy bottle from sweet Alexandria.

“We are almost there-“ Cerys shouted as they slowly trek up “If we are lucky to get the herb garden of our goddess-“ Drago saw a ghostly figure,a man covered in moss and skulls of the past warriors,his long claws tearing the mountains. That one glance and Drago grew pale as the fallen god noticed they came into their lands. “SHIT”,Auberon noticed the slow movements of his friend,as he was nearly buried in the snow,quickly he gave that last drop of that special bottle “Drink up I cannot let you died in the cold,your dad will kill me for losing you-“ Auberon mummer for Midva to spare his life,even more than usual. Drago is slowly fading into the colds,as his vision blurred,to see a furry figure in black, a rough voice came through,a man with strong eyes

“The wolf of the snows-“ Cerys spoke hastily,as he seen the softness of his grin in seeing a familiar figure,hearing the roars of the fallen god “Bring him quickly-“ He knew that time is running out for Drago,so he took out the sword “Come and get me you fiend-“ as both Cerys and Auberon ran off quickly.

Prompt-“A Moment of Forgiveness”

“What is that-“ Morgan was surprised by the expensive gift of headphones and a nice dinner,as she fiddled her bowtie,Amadea gave a seductive gaze “Well a gift for not screwing things up-“ Since being appointed as Lancelot for the watcheyes,Morgan could not help but to be a puppet of Amadea’s schemes “after all you are one of my Kingsman,a fighter for my cause for me to be the Diana and you the Apollo-“ as she signaled the order for the waiter “i cannot let my Kingsman constantly be Mr Nice-“ as she seen the steak being delivered “History sometimes your greatest friends need to be stabbed for you to rise-“ Morgan felt that deja vu,a scene in Game of Thrones where everyone got stabbed by a feuding familyu,Morgan twitched slightly on that aspect “I will forgive you for playing nice,time to unleash the wrath as your ancestor show the men at sea that we women are as frightening if more have more balls”. However her coy gazes grew darker “there is someone i need you to betray-"

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Word Sprint 96

Note:A quick writeup,Amadea showing her devillish  and of course we could hearout in Thorerau being crazy AF. Prompts from alloftheprompts and writersyoga

The council-131 words (10 mins)

deferential respect: they paid obeisance to the prince.• a gesture expressing deferential respect, such as a bow or curtsy: she made a deep obeisance.

THERE ALWISS TREMBLED SLIGHTLY ,AS HE WAS SUMMONED BY THE COUNCELLIOR AMADEUS ONTO THE PALACES OF THOREAU, THERE WILMAR SMILED CALMLY  “TO THE OBEISANCE FOR EMPEROR THOREAU,THE CARRIERS OF THE SEAS THE SERPENT OF THE NORTH-"

Thoreau was a man wise beyond his years,his eyes twitches slightly “I heard from my head mage Wilmar that you do have the dreams interpreted-“ Alwiss nodded quietly,his eyes trembled slightly on his haughtiness “Good Carrier of the Sea,I am simply your humble servant-“ Thoreau observed his body language he twitched “I have this dream where we struggle in the wilds I am on the ship-“ Alwiss have to think quietly,the king is not easy to please,after all his line of the seas is cursed and works burning them.

Never look for the iron will-153 words

Stop being so nice to him.

Amadea smirked quietly on the days,no longer the persona as the daddy’s little girl,the quiet one who watched her father in his speeches for his run,there she remember the day where she could be related by Lady godiva,that lady who walked by the pathways in pity for the citizens in the nude,though there is an old man who googled lustfully over the curves of that saints,despite being covered by her auburn hair. However,Amadea knows how to stay coy against the creeping men in the gatherings,there with the sweet words, there she knows that playing nice by her gentle chatter and her coyness,but there as one guest tried to rub her breasts indecently,Amadea with her calm reflexes,stabbed the man by the chest “Don’t you dare do this-“ and there he started to cough and she wiped it back,to her mask of perfection

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The passing of stations-Amadea x Bertha

Note:A quick writeup of my Legends girls,and I thought of Amadea and Bertha,so i did something subtle and more atmposphere heavy area-

Bertha always have a bad feeling over the former watcheye “Arthur”-Amadea,she is known to tailormade holidays for the girls but it was unlucky she paased her,as she made her away along the tubn,for she dressed her immaculately worn dresses and purses-

“Hey-”

On Turpin’s hiding as John Palmer,he was hungry but he knew he has to keep cover from the men,in long cloaks and eyes stern. The paranioa grew deeper and deepoer as men in torches crackled in the auutumm winds,for he covered himself and fled aaway and blend with the woods.

As she whistled to Back door man-Amadea looked coldly-”So where are you going?-” Bertha barely spoke “going to my gig in the corner-”Her gaze seems cold and calm-observing the nuances of her behaviour “sure I will see you here-”

There Amadea faded back tto the crowds,Bertha has that chill down the spine,her gaze frightened-unsure of that difference. There Bertha whistled back back door man,a darkness behold,as Bertha came out into the practoices of chords. Ace noticed  the paleness of Bertha “are you okay fudde-” Bertha barely spoke as she fidgeted her scarf “Nah I should be okay-” Bertha took out her Les Paul and started ewwith chords,her mind whirled with Amadea’s prescene witn Amadea’s prescene as if she was the next operson to be targeted.

Meanwhile in the campfires,Turpin watched carefully over for the officers,not even his clever wits or his faitrhful black bess,that he could be outrun,he just need to hide in the shadows for now.

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CHARACTER QUESTION #022: WHERE WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE MORE LIKELY FOUND? #001-The high flyer

Note: Well here is an another from alloftheprompts,I have not written Legends for agessssssss,since I am mostly doing either Mayor Drago and Auberon shenanigans or that new sci-fi story,it is nice to get back to my original novel-with Amadea being the crazy bitch and a frequent flyer XD,I will try my best to put more Legends as this weekend I will be writing more :)

Amadea always lead a high-flying life,for her money is no expense thanks to her philanthropist father,of course she travelled it every charity ball from the gambling huts of Monte Carlos to the romantic sights of Venice. So the airport is almost like her second home,for the receptionist greeted her calmly “good evening miss Bennett-“ and she has faced the lap of luxury with the service of small goods,free wifi, and the drinks. She flashed the card and she was treated like the queen.

 For she knows if she wants a trip,the airport is like the escapism either for the fleets of charity or for pleasure indulging in the world luxuries Often she paid immersive amounts of girls,who dreamed of traveling,a honeypot-an act of charity to expensive treats,a  treat of the high life-an old phrase “Champagne wishes and Caviar Dreams-“,as she planned the schedule of their travels,enticing each girl to what they dreamed whenever it was visiting the famous louvre or go on the skiing trip. 

Money is no issue for this frequent flyer Amadea,for it was an excuse to treat the younger girls-nowadays,since she was dismissed from the Legends society. Now she travels alone-sometimes with her precious father-it was nothing for her-if you flaunt the cash might as well travel the world while you can.

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The Arabian Dagger

Note: Ok I keep forgetting that I have Legends to deal with (I have my Redhill story and Drago’s adventures),so we have Amadea chatting with Miranda,with a gift with intentions cruel.

Since Amdea meet Miranda,there is this tension,her brown eyes twitched slightly at the sight of Amadea, For Amadea has a way to lure Miranda out from reclusive nature So she saw a dagger,there she has a cold smile,something to lure Miranda.

While Miranda looked at the Norse sagas,Amadea gently caressed the items as she draped it to the tables,and Miranda glanced at the objects on the table,a gorgeous watch,an illustration of one of Arthur’s crusades for the holy grail and a dagger. Miranda was intrigued by the dagger-for it was lined by gold. There she sheepishly unsheathed the dagger,acting it as the mirror,she fiddled her hair slightly,through the reflection of the dagger,the wonderful Amadea.

“How do you found this gift-” Miranda gulped slightly,as she fumbled the dagger back “wait wait-” Miranda recall an auction of Lawrence’s dagger after the passing of one of the actors,she could not even afford the cost of the dagger itself. Amadea acting all gracious,with her sly eyes “It’s all yours,no questions asked-” there Amadea glided to the next room “Let me say that it was a token for me for you to connect with your ancestor-” There Amadea left the room quietly. Miranda has that shiver from that cold glint “ Erm Thanks-” Amadea has taht gentle voice “Let me say that we will be good friends-”