#random title is random

[first-son-of-finwe]

~Of Elves and Aftercomers~

Fëanáro had scoured the area well before setting up camp, and he was certain that he would not be disturbed by anything he could not kill. A small fire was blazing, his steed had been set loose in the field where it happily gorged itself on grass, and he had finally the chance to sit down and rest from his journey. His sons were flung far and wide nowadays, and yet it was for the best. The more land they could rule over, the greater their security in Beleriand’s realms.

A branch cracked somewhere to his left as he was contemplating this, and he was drawn instantly out of his thoughts and on his feet in a heartbeat. His hand flew to his bow, and he nocked an arrow before stepping lightly and cautiously towards the source of the noise.

“Who comes here?” His voice rang out sharply, his eyes narrowing as they made out the vague shape of another, though man or elf, he couldn’t tell.

“Reveal yourself, or I let my arrows fly!”

@chieftess-of-the-haladin

[prydefulxkitty-blog]

Don’t Get Fresh || Kitty & Peter

Closed RP for loser-of-the-galaxy

Kitty barely had any time to feel like she had returned from her prolonged time away from the Jean Grey School and life as an X-Man when she got launched into the preparations for the Foesitians and the Blood Star. She had been briefed as much as anyone could be by Hank McCoy and sent off to make sure another late-comer to the effort to save Earth from it’s latest threat was also briefed. 

Kitty wasn’t exactly looking forward to seeing this other person again, but she wasn’t exactly dreading it either. She knew he had the capacity to do some real good and help pull people together in a crisis. She also knew that he had the capacity to be a goof and that was the last thing they needed right now.

She followed the directions to one of the clearings in Central Park to where she would apparently find the ship that had brought the one and only Peter Quill back to Earth. Expect the ship was being shielded from being detected and appeared to be invisible so even with the directions she had been given, Kitty still couldn’t be sure she was in the right place. That is until she stubbed her toe on the damned thing.

“Son of a-” Kitty hissed as she hopped on the uninjured foot for a moment. She resisted temptation to kick the ship as revenge for her stubbed toe but that would only result in more pain for her and nope, she was not in the mood for that.

She glanced around to make no one was watching her before placing her hand on the hull of the ship. She traced the outer shell of the ship until she found what she hoped was the door. One last glance around just in case and she phased through the hatch and into the ship. “Hello? Anyone home?” She called out. She appeared to be in the loading bay of the ship which was empty. However she could hear the beat of an old Jackson-5 song echoing around from further into the ship. She decided to follow that, certain that she would stumble across Peter sooner rather than later.

[yongguknightwalker]

Salt and Lime

Salt flavored the air by the sea, leaving Yongguk wind whipped and pursing his lips as the mist of the ocean sprayed his face. There was nothing he enjoyed more than the sea, although since he'd died there was certainly one thing that he needed more than it. The moonlight bounced off the waves as rolled softly in the night, greeting the shoreline with foam lapping at his feet as the tide moved in and back out again. Although he didn't need the warmth, Yongguk sat by a bonfire, sparing a glance from horizon to the small crowd of people huddled around the large pit enclosed with stones. There had been an a flyer for an open party, BYOB. He figured there would be plenty to drink just walking around, but had brought a case of beer as well, if only to have something to break the ice with party-goers. He could smell the not so human scent mixing with the soothing scent of the sea and fresh mortal blood, eyes searching the crowd for the perpetrator. Perhaps the party would be more interesting than the simple hunt he'd planned.

outsxders

[harvellebackinaction]

Fool's Gold || Dean and Jo

Jo stared down at her phone, looking over the number and pursing her lips before finally giving up and giving it a call.

"Hey, Dean. I'm glad you picked up. You got a few?"

[the-lonely-soul]

Snowstorm | Minerva and Fran

Fran liked the snow and the ice, but her love for the cold weather would vary according to her dress code. When properly dressed, crossing the Paramina Rift was not terrible and the viera was better equipment than the last time she came here.

But of course, she had to encounter a storm halfway through.

She did feel the change in the wind but she hoped she would reach Mount Bur-Omisace before the tempest caught up to her. Someone requested to slain a particular beast there and she tried to be the first one to claim the hunt. What bad luck.

Through the storm, she saw a lone figure standing out. Could it be another traveler?

[doigetagun]

The Ghost of Fawkes (Blaire and Clint)

Blaire was holding a white cane walking in her new suit. she was using her sight cane to get use to her new surroundings at SHIELD. once she got use to it she'd not really need it and would be able to get around fine. She was listening for someone to ask where she was suppose to go. She was suppose to be a handler for one of the agents here and she didn't even know where to begin to look for the man.

She placed a hand on the wall and sighed, 'Damn it I should of taken the damn guide....'

[claryclaryclary]

all my friends are turning green

It had taken months for Mal to get back to his regular self after he had come back. Some days he still went quiet and refused to talk to anyone but Cooper was always able to bring him back. When Cooper and Mal finally got married, it was the happiest day of Mal’s life. It was a small ceremony but everyone he loved and cared about was there. It was only a few months after that that Cooper started suggesting they have a kid. At first Mal brushed it off, much like he had the wedding proposals, but again Cooper was able to convince him.

Malarie Zoe Cain was born in the spring a year after the war. Cooper had suggested the name and when Mal finally got the reason out of him, he laughed. They had their own Mal Jr, even if she was girl. She grew up too quickly for Mal. She was talking and walking before he was ready for it. The best part though, was that she had the same red hair his momma and sisters had. The only thing that made him feel more like himself than Cooper was Malarie. It seemed she had the same sense of adventure and playfulness that Mal used to have himself. He spent a lot of time chasing after her when she started walking but he didn’t mind at all.

After the trauma the Capitol, the tournament and the war caused Molly was finally able to finish her teaching degree and had decided to move to District Six. They had both wanted a change. District Nine held a lot of bad memories for The Cain Family and even though they grew up there, when everyone you loved from home had died, home lost its appeal. Mal wanted to be closer to her so he and Cooper packed up and decided to move as well. District Six didn't really hold any occupations that he or Cooper would be helpful in so Cooper and Mal decided that they would move to District Seven instead. The choice made sense, it was one District away from Molly and they had friends who lived there and everyone had kids that Malarie could play with.

It had taken a little longer than they thought it would. They had to secure a home and jobs, pack their things and transport them to Seven and get settled in. Malarie was two and a half by the time they moved and she was talking more and more every day. She loved District Seven and so did Mal and Cooper.

Jameson and Clary were kind enough to throw them a welcome party with everyone invited. It was good to catch up with all their friends and just be relaxed. Clary introduced them to their newborn, Melody and Alabaster introduced them to his baby girl as well. Even though Mal still disappeared inside his thoughts every now and then, he was able to keep himself together that day. All the kids and happy, safe families made Mal feel safe and he knew they had made the right decision when they picked District Seven.

Most of his attention was kept on the two little children. Lucas has spent the first hour ignoring Malarie’s presence. He heard phrases like, ‘she’s a baby’ and ‘ew, she’s a girl,’ but after the first hour was up they slowly got closer and closer before running off together. Cooper was worried but Mal wasn’t, Lucas knew where he was going and they had the two dogs with them. It wasn’t until two hours had passed that Mal finally decided to start to worry. He excused himself and went searching for the two little ones. The small noises of the dogs brought him to the cubby house. He wasn’t surprised when he found them both in there.

Mal watched Malarie and Lucas with a smile. All their energy had been used up and they’d fallen asleep half on top of each other. Jameson was soon by his side and clapped Mal on the shoulder. “These kids are gonna be trouble. I can see it already.” Mal said with a shake of his head. With Mal’s adventurous streak and Jameson’s attraction to trouble, there was little else their kids could be. He offered to stay and watch over the kids for a little while longer, not wanting to wake them just yet.

Cooper found him not half an hour later and Mal was in the same spot, standing over and keeping guard of the kids. He carefully wrapped his arm around Cooper’s waist and kissed the top of his head. They stayed silent for a long while before Mal finally spoke. “I think the next one should be yours.”

“Should be my what?” Cooper asked, looking up at him.

“The next kid. I want a child with your red hair and pretty smile.” He answered. He placed his fingers under Cooper’s chin and tilted it up so their lips could meet. They stayed that way until two small voices broke them out of it.

“What is it with daddy’s and kissing?” Lucas could be heard complaining. Mal turned his attention to the little ones who were looking both confused and disgusted.

“Who know but it’s gross.” Malarie replied. She took Lucas’s hand and on unstable feet, they walked away leaving Cooper and Mal to their laughter. 

[thebruisedandbitten]

This Ain't A Scene, It's A Goddamn Arms Race

Kieran looked around, a soft sort of fear in his eyes. He'd realized long ago that this was his life now and there was no point in resisting. Being kept in a cage like a common animal though, that had always bothered him. The collar, the chains, not so much. It was being confined and unable to move that made him whimper. 

Today was a special day though. Rumor was there was a very special man looking for a new pet and he had his eyes on Kieran. He was still kept in his cage though, looking around with those eyes that still held fear, no matter how much hope entered them.