Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: our verse (This one means final, right?) | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other
I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads (But no railroads please) | unplotted threads | other
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That was the thought that was almost ruling the mind of John Allerdyce now, as he stood before a non-descript building with wide eyes and nervous fingers dancing over the metal casing of his lighter; too wracked to even fumble the lid upon for a snapping close.
This is a mistake...
Illyana would be angry at him. Raven would be angry at him, even Cassie would be angry at him. If any of them found out that he was here… the result would not be pleasant (to the part of his mind which ignored the whispers that said that none of them actually cared, at least). The result would be nasty and painful and not something he wanted at all, except…
Except it could also be wonderful.
He had not snuck out of the school under the guise of going into the city, and then snuck away further and bought and bribed his way into truck cabs to carry him across state after state in as short a time as possible, for nothing. He had not done all of that (had not broken his promise, had not let desperation win, had not traded in that which was not his to give) for a bad result.
He had done it based off a small flicker of hope. Hope that had started as a mere idea and bloomed into a fireball that roared within him, and hope that was the only sustenance he had consumed in days, but which was yet still enough to drive him forwards.
No, he was not meant to be here. But at the same time… he had to be.
John had told Illyana, in one of the many messages he had left on her answering phone (for he still kept ringing it, still kept calling, for the hope that she would one day answer never fled from his heart), that he was going to come and find her. He had told her that he would reach into hell himself in order to pull her out, and he would. Just, perhaps, with the Idea… the hell he would delve into would not be the hell in which she was trapped.
Perhaps the hell would be in the form of the man who he knew dwelled just the other side of the wall before him. He didn’t care if it was. That had been a startling realisation… this may be a bad thing, and the results may be bad, and this might be his own brand of hell, but… he didn’t care.
How could he care about things that only focussed on himself when this (this place, this wall, this man) might be the only way to get Yana back?
He couldn’t.
And so he took a few steps forward, then raised a hand (the hand with the lighter in; metal on skin providing a sense of safety that should not belong, not when the last time he had been in a situation like this and metal had been near his flesh it hadn’t been comforting at all), and pushed open the simple door before him. A moment later, he plucked up the tattered remains of his courage, and stepped through; barely even flinching when the door swung shut behind him.
“I need your help,” he called out into the darkness, voice weaker than he had intended and filled with the nerves he was trying to hide. Though then he paused, and frowned, frowned to himself in the dark, before…amending that. He had planned a speech about that, had rehearsed the words, the words which begged for help (for after the journey, John had no shame left, not for this)… but now they were foolish. For while that had been true, the act of talking about himself… it would not be enough. John would be a fool to think that it ever could be.
“She needs your help.”
A breath in the darkness, a flutter against his skin, the pulse of the lighter in his hand and the fight to stop the trembles that threatened to burst forth.
"It'th finally here.... huhuhu~!" Hex laughed ominously, standing on a muddy patch of the swamp at night, surrounded by a few flickering candles he had set out as he waited for the clock to strike midnight.
"I can feel it!" He said, picking a twig up off the ground and beginning to draw a magic circle around himself in the mud, "The devil'th moon ith rithing... I can feel the power flowing into me! Ahahahahahaha!"
Finishing the magic circle he tossed the twig aside and threw his arms up into the air, looking up at the moon high in the night sky, "The time of darknethth hath come! I can feel the power of my curtheth increathing a thouthand fold!"
Haunter and Litwick poked their heads out from around the corner of an old tree to watch Hex, Haunter shaking his head as they watched their trainer pouncing around. Every year at this time...
I think I just came up with a pretty weird, but cute (at least imo) thing
Anyways, hear me out OK?
So its the 37th century and this dude, who's kind of a wimp, is part of an elite platoon. It's comprised of aliens, but he's the only human. But I digress. Then there's his boyfriend, who's this really scary alien who likes violence and is really tall. But he's a real sweetheart to his tiny boyfriend and he really really loves him. And at times, when they go on dangerous missions, the alien dude whispers poetry from his planet in his language and they both say "I love you" in his language and just.
“This is Piers Nivans to HQ, we located the hostages. Proceeding further into the building.” According to the plan, Alpha now advanced in two columns, hoping to surround the terrorists and create an effective kill zone should the terrorists resist. Well, that was the plan. And, as Piers knew very well, no plan survived contact with the enemy. The rescue mission would essentially come down to assault or negotiations or a combination of the two. He had little to no intel on the terrorists or their demands, but he was cocksure that they would be armed, and that hell was likely to break loose if it came down to an encounter. Piers preferred a bloodless outcome, but he was taking no chances with the hostage’s lives, senses kept sharp for any potential noises.
((First person I notice is the-pleaser-of-crowds liking my post thing. So I'll take a wild guess she wanted to know about the 'Meet the Parents' thing. So, Mario, Luigi, and Elizabeth are invited to Dimentio's parents house for dinner (along with Dimentio of course). The first five minutes are pretty silent until Dimentio's mother (I called her Clara) decides to talk with Elizabeth. The two hit it off pretty well, while the guys are awkwardly eating. Dimentio's father (I called him Dimentio as well, thinking that Dimentio was a Jr.) spoke up and said that Elizabeth and Clara should go to a different room, but instead, Clara snaps her fingers and transports them to Dimentio Sr.'s lab place or something. Elizabeth gets all excited and her and Clara start talking about magic and whatnot. Dimentio Sr. starts saying how proud he is of Dimentio finally finding love, and congratulates Luigi by patting him on the back. Sr starts to enjoy Mario's personality and his love for his brother. The four start to talk about wedding plans (flavor of the cake, fireworks, indoors or outdoors, etc.), and the only main argument was the cake topper and the actual flavor. Meanwhile, Clara and Elizabeth are sharing a worried conversation over Dimentio and Luigi's proposal. They aren't really worried about the man x man relationship, but how they will be treated when seen with one another, especially since Dimentio was once a huge threat to the world. Both Elizabeth and Clara come to the conclusion that he is a changed man, and that the people should learn to accept him. They talk about how they don't want them to be unhappy (Clara worrying over her son, Elizabeth worrying over her big brother), and decide to see how the wind will blow. Sr and Jr start showing the bros around the lab, and end up relaxing on Sr's own invention of a lounge chair/bed/couch. They end up having lots of fun, and Sr shows them some experiments, one of which he tries on Luigi (whose hat dissipates into thin air and lands on a pillow on the bed), Mario (where a delectable pasta is shown and he ends up dancing against his will), and Dimentio (where the experiment messes up his clothes, turning them into footie pajamas, an actual clown suit complete with hair and red nose, then finally, Mario, Luigi, and Elizabeth's plumber clothes). The four then go back upstairs to join the ladies, finish dinner, and Mario, Luigi, and Elizabeth head home.
Ludwig punched the bag at the gym over and over again uncaring of the sight he must make. He hadn't been to practice in quite a while but it was clear that something had happened to bring him back to the sanctuary of his gym.
