#feralego

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@feralego

luz //: what do you call a fish with no eyes?

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feralego knows what it's about..

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Starter for Efren @feralego

They say there's a dragon in the mountain.

They had dragons in Earthsea, far out in the west, noble and ancient and dangerous. but Ruskin had never met a dragon there and he doesn't know what dragons of this world are. The locals seem scared enough to ask a stranger for help, but neither are their crops burning and their town ravaged.

But in spite of himself, in spite of what he tells the villagers, he is curious. He's allowed to be curious, he tells himself, even if still the feeling sometimes makes him nauseous with memories.

The path up the mountain is rocky, steep. Unforgiving, perhaps, if he couldn't soothe the ache in his feet and lighten his pack with a touch of his hand. Anyhow, he's used to walking, and it's a bright, crisp day, rays of sunlight dropping through cloud and leaving a shimmer in the air.

Still, he should probably, he thinks, as he stands on a grassy ridge, unable to see an obvious path, have checked exactly WHERE they thought the dragon was. He's passed a small tarn, the odd nook that might be a prime spot, but found nothing alive and larger than a rabbit.

It's dark before he gives up the search for the night. he slings a hammock between a tree and a rocky outcrop, fastening it with deft fingers. He has nothing to cook so he doesn't bother to light a fire--- he can keep himself warm well enough. But he does light a torch, a soft orange flame that will keep burning the small kindling of dried leaves all night.

Footsteps in the twilight. Ruskin looks over his shoulder, and thinks he can see a half silhouetted figure hidden in the foliage. "Is someone there?" he calls, soft, uncertain he's not just seeing a trick of the light.

It doesn't look like a dragon.

[tahitiwoke]

                             HERE IN THE SPIRIT OF COOPERATION.

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@feralego // daniel said: a kiss to anger a third party 

@wristful // stevie & @withbeasts // andrew 

It’s one of Spirit’s favorite restaurants in the city. It isn’t far from Andrew’s apartment — and proximity to there is what brought her here, anyways. She wonders if Daniel realizes this, wonders how much he cares. 

Spirit and Daniel are leaving after their meal when Andrew and Stevie arrive. (Stevie looks like shit. Perhaps Andrew is trying to comfort him, to revive him, like he had done countless times with her.)

Daniel recognizes Andrew and Stevie even though he shouldn’t, even though he only can because of the night he followed Andrew after the play and all the times he’s spoken to the doorman about Spirit’s visitors. He wraps his arm ‘round his girlfriend’s shoulder, turns her head towards him — always towards him, always away from any other distractions or interferences or people who she doesn’t belong to, not like she belongs to him. He kisses her quickly, chastely, on their way out the door. But it’s enough. 

Spirit feels an invisible wall between herself and Andrew, feels too stunned to say anything after he left with an I’m sorry. She’s frozen and rigid when Daniel kisses her. She’s not thinking straight when she whips her head back towards the boys, walking out as they walk in. 

She doesn’t expect to see Stevie staring at her — cold, almost angry. No, definitely angry. His jaw is set in a way that Spirit thinks must be uncomfortable. Her lips part, and she wants to say something, but Daniel has her steered out the door. 

He’ll text her later, Stevie will. He’ll say something that Andrew won’t — because Andrew won’t, because he’s Andrew’s hero, because he’s always got to protect him. 

Spirit will throw her phone against the floor and scream into her pillow.

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@feralego // tao said: [ CHIN ]: as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

She wants so badly to kiss him that it hurts, but Juniper and restraint know each other too well. So, too, do restraint and Tao. And so it goes, and will continue to go.

She watches him, begging for him to continue to make the first move. The rest of her body is frozen — neither complying nor resisting, she tells herself. She can still be innocent in all of this. 

“—do you have something to say to me, Tao?”

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+ @feralego​ asked:  ‘ did you think that i had left you for good? ’ harry

+ “ I don’t know , you didn’t leave a girl with much to go on. “ Mary Jane answered as she eagerly wrapped her arms around Harry in a hug. “ I’m so happy you’re back though. “ 

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  “I– Yeah. I do.”

          Harry thinks that, at one time, his father had been like him too. At least a little. His mother certainly wouldn’t have looked twice at Norman if that hadn’t been the case; if there wasn’t a motivation to bring about positive change, one way or another. And Harry’s read all he could scrounge up about Norman’s college days, including the partnership he fostered with Otto Octavius, even digging through old paper files in a hidden room his father didn’t know he had access to.

          He’s seen the evidence that, once upon a time, Norman Osborn had wanted to save the world too. But the man’s focus had shifted years ago, drawing in on itself. Growing selfish with his desperation as his wife’s health had declined.

          “More than anything.”

          Harry thinks about Peter, and how he’s sure he’s heard the same sentiment from him, but how he never seems to get anywhere with his plans. And he is determined not to be his father, or Peter.

          He will get things done. He will make good on his promises to himself, his community, and the planet.

          “Thank you, by the way,” Harry tells him. “I– Even with Peter, sometimes, I don’t really feel like anyone’s actually listening.”

          Red blotches color the hollows of his cheeks, and his throat burns with the thought of all the cancelled after school engineering sessions; all the times he’d been left out in the dark and forced to push himself further to finish things alone.

          Lost in his own thoughts–and a little ashamed of himself for speaking negatively about Peter at all to his friend’s mentor–Harry doesn’t initially realize how deep into R&D they’re venturing. But soon enough, he’s brightening again, recognizing devices for their functions, but floored by the obvious improvements.

          “I knew you had to be working on some of this stuff, but–” Harry, wonderstruck, approaches the schematics of one of the prototypes being worked on and immediately loses himself in the beauty and precision of the science and mathematics employed within them. “This is incredible.”

“It’s not always my strong suit,” Tony admits, unbothered by displaying his faults. And, partly, to distract from talking about Peter------ because Tony knows exactly why Peter is often distracted, even appearing flakey sometimes. Not necessarily an excuse, but it’s easy for Tony to say so from hindsight, from having done the exact same thing when he was younger. Neglecting his friends, pushing them away. He’s sure Pete doesn’t mean to, because he’s a better man than Tony ever was, but, well. Everyone needs a reminder now and then.

So he doesn’t make excuses for Spidey, just glances sideways to watch Harry as they walk, dark eyes catching on the morose expression that falls into place. He opens his mouth to say something, but as he navigates them through the mess that is the R&D workshops, the kid suddenly brightens, and Tony can’t help but grin.

“Saving the world isn’t just about superheroes.” And doesn’t he sound all wise and mentorly saying shit like that. It’s true, of course. Tony Stark wants to save the world. That had been a headline back when he still made weapons, he remembers that interview. Twenty-five and so fucking naive. 

Saving the world comes with a cost. He rolls his shoulder joint and tries to think of something else. He taps a rhythm on his wrist, waves at Marcia across the floor, and then focuses in on the way Harry’s eyes are lighting up. The ache in his chest eases a little. 

“You understand how it works?” Tony asks, casually, leaning on an absent engineer’s desk. Tony knows a Lot of geniuses, and most of them work in this room. Most kids would be awed by the tech here but Harry’s looking at it like he understands why it’s groundbreaking. 

There’s not many people that can do that. Even in this room.

This is a bad idea. It’s such a bad idea. But------

“You want a job, Osborn?”