Celestia had 1 rule when going out on missions with the league: never enter caves. She and caves never got along, not when she was made to soar through the skies, spread her wings and work her daylight magic all across the world. With Superman at her side, caves were slightly more manageable.
Or at least, they should have been.
Stupid joker and his stupid alliance with Discord. Now they were both stuck in the collapsed caves, the kryptonian crystals imbedded on the walls preventing her co-hero from getting them out through brute force.
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Celestia felt a dull throb of pain in one of her hooves, and her wing must have been stuck under a pile of rubble. Superman gazed at her white fur and the bloodstains on it.
"I'm so sorry, Princess Celestia. I cannot break through the walls. But… I think you could."
"My magic is not strong here. I think the Kryptonite… may just be my own kryptonite too."
"I will try to free you from this rock on your wing, but further than that, I'm afraid… It all rests on your shoulders."
Do pegasi have shoulders, Superman wondered, but refrained from asking.
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Superman collected all of his strength and heaved the rock up, freeing Princess Celestia's wing. She thanked him and tried moving it, but a sharp flash of pain stopped her. She had no choice. Even with a broken wing, she had to do this.
"Step aside," she said gently to Superman and began gathering her bearings. Nice and simple. Except it wouldn't be. Not this time.
Soda and Water Never Mixed Well (Yet We Tried Anyways)
Characters: Baby Saja(kpop demon hunters) & Percy Jackson
"Look I know you're a demon and all but you literally have one chore to do in the house and it's to water the plants, so pleaaase, do it!"
This exact sentence had been uttered by Percy's mouth so many times he could say it with his eyes closed and in almost every language he knew (which was English, bad Spanish and Sarcasm). And similarly, like every single time, Baby Saja answered with the same string of words.
"Aren't you a water spirit or something? Shouldn't you be the one to water the plants?"
"I am a demi-god for fuc-"
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"Watch your words!" Baby Saja tutted, "Wouldn't want to swear around a bwabwy~"
Percy threw his hands in the air. He was done. DONE. with the newcomer's bullshit. The Hermes Cabin better get their bed space situation sorted stat. Or Poseidon better not claim a new son any time soon. One more day of this whole roommate situation and Camp Half-Blood was going to turn into a murder scene.
And as often when it came to Percy and the Gods, it all went terribly when the next day, at breakfast, Baby Saja stood in the middle of the room with
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a glittering symbol above his head. He was a son of… Apollo. That explained why he was such a dumbfuck of a shithead.
Baby Saja looked up at the lyre symbol and tutted.
"At least I know where I got the singing voice from… Huh, Jackson?" he said with a smile that promised only bad, bad things.
Percy braced himself, as Baby Saja stalked closer, his mint hair gently covering his forehead.
"You're my soda pop! my little soda pop! pop!"
the fucker started serenading Percy with a really, really bad pop song… about soda.
Louis was playing in a small club on a Aaloth, singing his hit song, High in california. He then went on to sing Habit, thinking about his ex, Harry styles, that he left on another planet. Just as he was singing his eyes scanned the room, landing on a beautiful young man with blue orbs and a sexy golden outfit. As he sang to the complete stranger he couldn't help noting the warmth in those blue eyes, and how different they were from the green he'd left on earth
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It had been what, seconds, possibly minutes, when he had gay thoughts regarding a man and boom- here he was again, pondering about the way the man's hair would feel around his hand. What shampoo did the blue-eyed man use? For all he knew about this planet -on which he had landed approximately seven minutes ago-, hair hygiene was definitely not a well-known art.
He noticed the man was staring at him as well. Except there was no love nor a hint of interest in his cerualen orbs.
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Louis raised his guitar and spoke into the mic.
"This next song is dedicated to handsome strangers. I call it 'Lost in your Cerulean Orbit'."
There, the stranger looked at him and their eyes crossed. Louis was no stranger to love, it was the primary drive behind his every creations. But this? Now? The spark shared between the two of them was special. Both he and the strangers had felt it, he knew it.
Mary Poppins wasn't your average time-travelling nanny. She was a badass, crime-fighting, time-travelling agent, who posed as a petsitter, when in reality she inserted herself into the lives of celebrities to make sure no funny business was going on. Taylor Swift certainly had enough cats to take care of, but Ms. Poppins had to make sure she also had time to ensure Taylor wasn't committing crimes on the side. She entrusted Travis with the cats for a day in order to shadow Taylor and see if she was secretly evil…
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It started out slow, taylor going out to do the usual pr stunts. A trip to a hospital, a donation to a school, but soon, things started getting more sombre. With every new place taylor visited, her skin glowed brighter, her teeth became sharper it was as if she was gaining some supernatural power from the attention. Of course, it all came to a head at night, during the infamous Eras Tour. Lover started playing, the singer's blue orbs shining over the crowd as she sang slowly, with intent. That is when Mary poppins understood, she was practically perfect in every way, of course she understood dark magic. As Taylor swift finished the last notes of Miss americana and the heartbreak prince, the stadium errupted in joy, laughter, and magic.
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That was it. Mary Poppins nodded, pulling the umbrella from her bag, unlocking the safety to detach the handle from the fabric and pulling out the sword hidden all along.
"Cease this at once!" Mary Poppins jumped on stage, sword raised toward the demon that was Taylor.
"Well well well… If it isn't Miss Poppins. I've been waiting for the day we'd finally meet."
Taylor Swift's mic expanded into a staff, horns grew from under her blond locks, revealing to the world her true evil face.
"I can't let you feed off those poor souls any longer." Mary Poppins sprung forward, toward the fight she'd trained for.
"Hello Young Padawan," Obi-Wan smiled proudly. "I can see your venture to the cave of Ilum was a succes, although I'll admit I have never seen a light saber quite like yours."
Hatsune Miku twirled the leek sabers in each her hands, a faint, healthy, vegetable scent permeating the air.
"They're powerful, I can tell. I'm ready to defen
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this cave and all jedis ever."
Her leek sabers emitted that vegetable scent which enticed Obi-Wan Kenobi so much. It reminded him of home, the home he could never go back to. Hatsune Miku stood in front of him, her turquoise ponytails seeming to gently move in a breeze, and yet there was no breeze at all. Obi-Wan was curious as to how that was possible. He considered Hatsune Miku's bright orbs and how they looked at him expectantly.
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Obi-Wan kept his padawan's gaze, nodding once as he spoke.
"Hatsune Miku, it seems the student has surpassed the master," He let his hand grasp at one of the leek sabers, before continuing. "You are no longer my Padawan, Miku, you are your own Jedi master. Your link to the force is strong, and the power you hold over these leek sabers is impressive. I have no doubt that you will one day restore peace and balance to the galaxy."
Miku nodded, her orbs glazed over with unshed tears as she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. It was an honor to be considered a master in her own right, but she wasn't sure she was ready for it, she still had so much to learn. But as she brandished her leeks in a triumphant pose, she knew she had to do it.
She was the chosen one.
Will's eyes scanned the crime scene, taking in the very little evidence he could see. He closed his eyes, slowly letting himself get immersed in the killer's mindset. Quiet settled over his mind until the only thing he could hear was the steady rhythm of feet hitting the ground. It was so fast he barely recognised it at first, but he finally concentrated enough to see the shape of the killer in his mind, a short, dark figure with spiky hair (fur?). He locked eyes with the figure, and the ravenette blinked back, his red orbs shining in the dark.
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"You there! Come out at once!" Will spoke with authority.
There, from the shadow of the wall, came out the silhouette. Now in the light of the room, the figure was clearer under the glass chandelier. Blue fur tainted red. Hands raised high enough that he could see the trembles wracking his body.
"I'm innocent," Sonic pleaded. "It was Dr. RObo
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Will felt his own hands begin shaking. He knew that words such as that came out of the mouths of killers all the time, and yet, he was inclined to believe this strange creature. Because… There was something similar about them. The creature was small and ragged, in its eyes a crazed, wild look akin to what Will often experienced. The look of a wild animal in a cage.
"If you're innocent, why are you at the crime scene? And why are you covered in blood?"
Sonic stuttered for a moment. "I know who you are. I read about you on Tattlecrime.com…"
"Is that supposed to make you appear innocent?"
Sonic paused. He slowly lowered his hands, as his gaze dropped and the trembling stopped.
"No", he smiled them, a cold and cruel sneer on his face. "I just want you to chase me, Will."
With that, he turned and disappeared with only a faint sense of… blue.
Mr darcy glared at his sister, Gorgiana had dragged him to a rap concert, it wasn't his scene, so he had brought a book and was reading in the crowd. The lights were too dim, and after trying to read without sucess he finally looked up to the stage. There he was, the lead singer his sister had told him about. Alexander hamilton. He was singing into the mic, gripping in hard with both hands, and Fitzwilliam was mesmerised. The other man's voice rang loud and clear as he rapped about some subject that darcy could not pretend to care about. Gorgiana smiled at him.
"So, how do you like the music."
"It's barely tolerable, but the singer is not handsome enough to tempt me"
His sister laughed, turning back to the stage. This time, when Fitzwilliam gazed longingly back at the singer, the other man saw him too, with a quick movement Alexander Hamilton signalled to security.
Suddenly Mr.Darcy was being escorted to the dressing room, where Alexander would retreat after the show.
He could hear the show end, and Alexander
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saying his thanks to the public. Before hurried footsteps moved down the corridor to the dressing room. The door slammed open, and Alexander stared at him with wide, open eyes.
"It's you!" he shouted. "Finally we meet."
"Pretty sure you've got me mistaken for someone else," Fitzwilliam said, "We haven't met before."
"We haven't, no, but we were destined to be with each other. I can see it all now, the colors, everywhere," Alexander took a deep breath before announcing with a bright smile. "You're my soulmate."
Fitzwilliam froze for an instant, then burst out laughing. "Soulmate's? Really? Do you say this to every man you drag into your dressing room?"
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Alexander looked taken aback at Darcy's reaction.
"I would never!" he protested.
"I do not waste my shot. In fact, I will prove my devotion to you by composing a rap for you. Immediately", he continued. Mr. Darcy attempted to interject, to say he was not interested in a rap. Hamilton raised his hand to stop Mr Darcy and immediately began, his brown orbs set on Fitzwilliam.
"I am not throwing away my shot
Hey, yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
I'ma get a scholarship to King's College
I prob'ly shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains, but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge
I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin' to reach my goal, my power of speech unimpeachable
Only nineteen, but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Ev'ry burden, ev'ry disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don't have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the—
A-L-E-X-A-N-D
E-R—we are—meant to be"
Mr. Darcy was shaken.
"I dare not call myself an emotional man, and yet… Your words speak to me. My doubts have been silenced. I adore you. Most ardently", he gasped as he closed the distance between the two of them, grabbed Alexander by his shoulder and pulled him into a kiss.
It was supposed to be a regular day. The last thing Adora wanted was to be met face-to-face with someone claiming to be a "god".
"Sorry sir, you're gonna have to repeat your name to me."
The man with the floral print shirt looked at her as if she had two heads. He seemed so confused that he didn't notice the waves reaching his trousers.
"Poseidon." he said slowly. "And my fancy glasses have been stolen."
She nodded, as if knowing exactly who this man was.
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She had seen him before. Or at least, she thought so, given she hadn't stopped dreaming of a weird ass junkie with the fanciest, weirdest glasses she could ever gaze upon.
As a matter of fact, she saw them everywhere. When she woke up next to Catra, she no longer saw magnificent heterochromia orbs staring back at her but two azure flamingos glaring back at her. And when she had the misfortune to meet her own reflection, it wasn't two but eight flamingos -still blue- piercing, challenging her.
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She startled awake that morning, later than usual to the point where she barely made it in time for breakfast. There, Chiron called her aside.
"Adora," the centaur started, the air felt heavy and solemn. "You know the history of your father and his brother. How petty feuds have been at the center of some of Earth's worst periods."
Adora nodded, curious but anxious.
"It seems the Oracle has spoken. There is a new quest, and it befalls upon you."
"Poseidon's fancy glasses," Adora gasped.
"You know already?" Chiron asked, surprised.
"I've dreamed of it, I think."
"Indeed. It seems, Poseidon's fancy glasses have been stolen and he is accusing your dad, Zeus, of being at the root of this crime. You have until the Winter Solstice to find them."
"The Winter Solstice? But that is barely two weeks away!"
"That is why you need to get ready and decide on your questmates as soon as possible." Chiron said.
Adora did not need time to decide. She already knew who she needed on her quest. Her friend Bow, a child of Hephaestus known for his inventions, and Glimmer, a daughter of Iris more than able of holding her own in a fight. This would be her team to save the world.
