#quainttrelle

She could never recall sleeping in her life. So she wasn’t entirely certain how it felt to awaken from a long slumber---but perhaps this was it. One moment she was expansive and powerful, but scattered, spread amongst a thousand blades of grass and miles of river, and hundreds of skittering creatures in the brush. She was herself, but she was in them all. The next moment all of that felt like a distant memory or perhaps like a dream she had observed from afar. Now all her memories were from a life she’d had before merging with the wilderness. 

Now---nothing was right. 

The forest was too quiet. Aside from the whisper of the grass and the trees it felt--empty. A sickness was settling in her stomach as she reached out across the expanse to try and find the creatures of this vast, unfamiliar jungle, only to find just a handful. Nothing right. Nothing natural. The land felt scarred and tired, and it called to her desperate for a witch’s touch. 

Beck carefully made her way across a slow moving stream, stooping half way to splash the cool water on her face. There was still magic here. It was old and stagnant and burst into life when she reached out for it. Her eyes couldn’t see it, but she could feel it in her spirit. Hunger. Longing. There had been no witch here for a very long time. Where were her people? Where were her animals?

Her trembling foot slipped on a rock as she stepped out of the stream and she stumbled but didn’t fall. She thought she heard something unfamiliar like the hiss of metal and scanned the forest. There was a light up ahead in the shadow of the trees, sending a beam of bright red up against the canopy. She reached for her wand on her hip as she approached. It was beeping, but it didn’t look like any bomb she’d ever seen in her life. 

She knelt to brush her fingers against the object and it shot into the sky with an awful screech that made her flinch. For several seconds she stayed frozen on the spot, too confused to react the way she normally would. 

Something hit her in her shoulder hard, throwing her across the path into a rock and slashing her arm open. Another horrible mechanical screech, and there was a blinding light in her eyes, then the ground erupted beneath her and sent her flying again. She muttered a spell and struck out blindly with her wand, and struck something hard. A vile liquid sprayed over her face, and before her eyes a metal---beast, like a rat without flesh, appeared in front of her. But it was four times her size at least and bucked her off like a bronco. Her hand was ripped away from her metal wand and she flew into the bushes. She couldn’t shift, she was too disorientated, the terror was making her mind thick and slow.

  “     𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄   ,     but i hate your friends .    ”

Okay so this is not what he expected to happen, he thought that he was done with this life. But like everyone else, it never really left you. Instead you got pulled into it and when Alex had told him about what was going on with the Avengers he was shocked, he was even more shocked when they had assigned him to run security over the airport where the knew the fight would break out. And then of course he somehow ended up helping Captain America and was face to face with Wanda. Which was a really cool thing to happen if it wasn’t all so scary. 

“So, you need help I’m guessing?”

‘ SEND A ⁂ FOR MY MUSE TO TAKE A BULLET FOR YOURS. ’

@quainttrelle​ asked:   ⁂ - Kara (kryptonite bullet woot)

Between the first crack of echoing gunfire and the dull thud of her skull hitting the concrete hangar floor, Alex had had no time to doubt her breakneck intuition, no time to ascertain anything but the kryptonite and the terror bristling the hair on the back of her neck --- the desperate compulsion with which she’d propelled herself in front of the barrel of the gun aimed directly at her sister.

The mercenaries that’d ambushed them ( Cadmus rogues, if she had to guess ) had made no attempt to conceal the anti-Kryptonian firepower they’d stormed the room with.  Better than anyone, Alex had known with nauseating certainty that just one bullet --- just one devastating hit of its toxic propellant --- would be more than enough to pierce Supergirl’s skin and shatter every bone in its way;  Enough to cut her apart and infect her insides with the one substance she couldn’t heal from on her own.

To Alex, they were just casing and gunpowder and enough primer to kill any human being with one shot, the same as the standard lead her bulletproof kevlar had stopped in its tracks countless times before.  Risking her own life, if it meant keeping Kara safe and Supergirl alive, like always, was a prospect she’d never been unwilling to face.

In her travels with Aloy, Elise had seen a great deal many things that she might have thought otherwise impossible. Machines tamed, heads of state asking Nora for help, and dozens of other small miracles. She trusted Aloy with her life when it came to all of this. The other woman had never let her down once and so when Aloy had started speaking, she had tried to keep an open mind to all that was being said. There had been people before them that had built all the machines around them? But those people had been wiped out? There being people that came before them wasn’t so surprising, but the fact that they had been the ones to build the machines was. There was still a small part of her that marveled every time she saw Aloy tame one. The machines had always seemed untouchable to her. 

   “     𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃   ,     i’ll find a way,    and i’ll be your light .    ”

   look i’mma be lazy in the answering and say that my muses would smash any of your muses.     (  …   minus the sibling pairings.  )             so like.   just throw anyone at me and we can watch the damage unfold.

“     𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝚂𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳   ,   to fight it.   but it’s hopeless .    ”