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Children Of The Prophecy - Pt. 2

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A/N: that moment when you want to describe a building but you have no idea how those things are called in your native language (left alone English)

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“Hey, Allie!” Will’s voice echoed through the house “We’re gonna be late!”

He was dressed in all black, a big hood covering his unruly chocolate brown hair and half his face. 

He was putting his shoes on when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He immediately recognized the pattern as his sister’s and turned around to face her.

Alyssa Blackwood, also known as the twin with common sense (or at least to some extent), stood before him. She was dressed similarly, the only difference being her thin-rimmed glasses.

She also put her shoes on, and reached for a coat, but then retracted her hand and instead looked at the weather widget on her phone.

“How the hell is it 18℃ already?” she asked, exasperated “we literally had a blizzard last week”

Will just shrugged, apparently used to the absolute mish-mash of a winter, and took out a spring jacket.

⛧

Fifteen minutes later, the twins were standing in front of Hotel Morad.

It was huge, but not really impressive in its build. It was ten stories high (not counting the ground floor, of course). It was in the corner of a busy intersection, right in the sweet sweet city of Warsaw. 

It had a ton of windows, and by ‘a ton’ I mean a lot. It also had no balconies for some reason, maybe the architects thought it was safer that way.

The building itself was flint-colored, with olive details. The ground floor was painted black, with giant white Corinthian pillars supporting the first floor. There were more windows, this time reaching from the floor to the ceiling. The entrance was on the right side of the building and consisted of a revolving door with a cornice on top.

They nonchalantly waltzed inside, making sure to take in the floor plans. 

The interior wasn’t much different than the outside. It was clean, pristine almost, which probably took a lot of work from the janitors. 

The walls were mostly white, although some of them had a slight silvery gray tint to them. There were a lot of potted plants, from succulents to small palm trees to some unidentified green bush, or rather—as the tag said—Jerzy. Most of the flowerpots and counters were made of birch wood, with—in the case of the counters— granite countertops.

On the right from the entrance, there was a lounge area with porpoise sofas and a big TV displaying a football match.

On the left was a boring-looking reception desk, with an even more bored receptionist behind it. 

They were on their phone, paying no mind to the new arrivals. 

The twins strolled to the elevators, which were vis-a-vis the entrance. Luckily there was no one inside.

Will pressed the button for the fourth floor, and they started ascending. After reaching their destination, the elevator made a ‘ding’ sound and Allie pushed the button for the second floor. 

Four buttons later, the lift stopped on the fifth floor.

Someone, no, a woman, entered the small space. They didn’t dare look at her.

“Do góry?” the woman asked, in a sweet, soft voice. The kind you’d use to talk to an animal or a child. They didn’t acknowledge her.

Allie looked at the small screen above the buttons, displaying the time for reaching the final floor. 

Fifteen seconds.

“Ładna dziś pogoda, hm?” the woman kept questioning

Ten seconds

“Jak tam wasza mama?”

Five

Despite not knowing what the woman was saying, the next sentence filled them with dread: “Myślicie, że ona zasługiwała na śmierć?” her voice has lost its sugary tone, and now seemed disturbing, inhuman almost

Allie had never thought she would be happy to hear that dinging sound. 

She grabbed Will by his arm and half-dragged him out of the cramped space, still not looking at Her.  

“Miłego dnia, dzieciaczki!” the woman cheered, her voice back to normal

And in that exact moment, everything went to shit. Allie really tried to stop it, believe me, and yet nothing could stop her brother’s impulses.

“What did she say?” asked Will, not quite aware of the consequences. Yet.

Well you see, that was a mistake, and it could cost them tremendously. 

Because the woman was not human, and not to be interacted with. Nor acknowledged by the travelers.

The woman flashed them a grin, full of sharp, pointed teeth. Definitely not something that was supposed to be in a person’s mouth. Well, if they were human, at least.

Allie reacted quickly. She grabbed her brother’s arm, dragging him away from the elevator and deeper into the hallway.

Their footsteps loudly echoed through the corridor, The woman behind them was making no sound, which was only making it more terrifying. 

They bolted, not turning back, yet just knowing the woman was right behind them.

The hallway slowly morphed into a pathway, with dead trees on both sides, so dense it created a wall. Eliminating any possible ways of escaping.

Despite that, they kept running.

The gravel crunched under their feet as the twins made their way through the dimension. 

They ran, and ran until it felt as if there was no more air in their lungs and their legs were made of jelly.

Allie stumbled, and fell, bringing WIll down with her. 

They weren’t even sure whether the woman was still following them or not, but they didn’t dare look back.

“Hey, look!” her brother whisper-shouted, pointing at something while helping her up

It was a small gap in the unbreachable wall the trees created, a simple crack leading to salvation.

They crawled through the opening, got to their feet, and glanced through the hole,

The woman made no noise, and was nowhere to be seen, although there seemed to be a strange red glow getting closer and closer.

Will ducked, signaling for Allie to do the same. 

The glow seemed to approach the only crack in the barrier separating them from their unmistakable demise, and stay there for what felt like an eternity.

It felt as if it knew they were there, just a few feet from it.

And then, it just disappeared.

Allie finally felt able to take a deep breath. 

She felt a hand grabbing hers, and so she gave into its gentle lead.

“Where are we going?” she asked 

Her brother didn’t reply.

“Will?”

Something was wrong

“Will?” she repeated, louder

“Allie?” she heard, a faint voice in the distance “Where are you? I can’t see you!”

She felt her blood run cold. If that was Will’s voice, then who was dragging her through the forest?

“WI—” she screamed, trying to get her hand free, but was cut off by a cold hand pressing on her mouth

She felt herself turn rigid and paired with how pale and cold she was, she might as well have been a corpse.

“Shhhh” she heard, in a hushed voice 

Allie glanced at the person, not being able to make out their features. What she was able to make out, however, was that they were shaking their head from side to side, while mouthing her brother’s name.

Despite everything, she understood the implication. Whoever was the owner of Will’s that voice was not in fact her twin.

She took a shaky breath and felt the hand lift from her mouth.

“What’s going on?” she asked, voice quiet

The person just stared at her in question, the whites of their eyes shining in the darkness.

She heard a twig snap somewhere close, and she was sure the person also heard it because their eyes widened.

Allie felt them move but wasn’t sure where. A big branch was placed in her hand.

“Allie?” she wasn’t so sure it was her brother anymore, ‘his’ voice had that strange note in it. It was cracking, as if whatever was pretending to be him was struggling to use its vocal cords. “Hey, I think she’s gone! I heard her run down the path.” ‘heard’?  Huh, weird “We should get our asses out of here!”

She felt the same cold hand on her shoulder, keeping her glued to the ground. 

“Hey, Will?” she heard a voice say. It took her a while to realize it was her own “What is my middle name?”

“Why would you ask me that right now?” again, his voice cracked, this time more subtle. The thing was learning.

“Just answer me, please” This was so wrong

“It’s Nadine, of course” So something was really wearing her brother’s face, huh? And a mistake like that, so easy to avoid? 

She could see him it in a small patch of moonlight. She readied the bough

“No, it’s not,” she said slowly, with a strange clarity, considering what she was about to do

The thing lunged at her, and she instinctively swung the branch. It hit something, and she heard a dull thud.

⛧

Will awoke slowly.

The first thing he noticed straight away was that his head was pounding. 

The second, was that he was tied up.

He opened his eyes, cringing at the bright light almost blinding him.

It took him a while to make out the silhouette of his sister, standing in front of him.

They were in a shed of some sort. He looked around.

Yep, definitely a shed. 

He noted the chains hanging on the wall, the wooden floor with a weird stain in the center of it, and how the light didn't seem to reach one of the corners.

"What's going on?" He asked, trying and failing to move against the restraints

"What's the last thing you remember?" Questioned Allie, her voice weirdly devoid of emotion. Despite being of similar height, she was towering above him.

Will's memory was foggy "The uh, woman? Chasing us?" He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably "We fell, I think?"

"Well done," she said "That's the only question you seem to know the right answer to"

He didn't know what she meant by that.

"Wh—What's that supposed to mean?"

His sister flashed him a creepy-looking grin. 

“Allie, are you possessed?” he asked in a high-pitched voice “Or something?”

Allie snickered, pacing around him. “Hah, that’s rich, coming from you”

That’s when something clicked “O—okay, so you think I’m possessed, yeah?” he pronounced each word carefully, eyeing his sister “So, maybe I can prove to you I’m not?” 

Allie pondered the idea for a second, and then said “Sure.”

“Really?” he asked, like a fool

“No.”

His sister took out a knife. 

⛧

“Hey Als?” said Will, sitting down next to his sister

There was a moment of silence, the only sound being the quiet buzzing of a light bulb.

“Yeah?” she replied, not looking at him

“I don't think we were in The Otherworld…” he started “It was different, I don’t know what went wrong, but—”

Allie shifted slightly “Do you ever shut up about that stupid realm?!” she yelled, jumping to her feet “All you do is talk about that stupid dimension, or The Lady In Red, or the fact that you don’t remember half the trip there! For two. fucking. weeks.”

He flinched at that 

“Just shut the hell up, okay?!” and with that, she stormed off, leaving him on the floor, his back against the living room wall

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Hello, fellow mortals, it's me again.

This part is kinda short (I had to rewrite like half of the chapter, oof) Still, I hope you'll enjoy it

By the way, Józio is a polish name and it's pronounced Yoo-zioh (or something like that)

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Man, if I had a nickel for every time Essek Thelyss's disguise was dispelled via Anti-Magic field in a situation somehow related to Ludinus Da'leth, I'd have two nickels.

Which isn't alot, but it's weird that it has happened twice.

I think about this often, and yes, year after year it makes (more) sense.

For a long time I thought it nonsense that someone with chronic illness be chosen solely by old deities of war and death, but now it makes all the sense in the world.

Jamón: "I don't care if Stellio got kidnapped or gets tortured by Blight"

Layla: "But what if he dies!" 😭

Stellio chillin in Blights mansion:...

Made an attempt to design a tyrant based on the random prompt of a generator someone made on the nexomon server ^^

entry:

”The psychic tyrant of justice is a peculiar one. Tiafara‘s milky white eyes are completely blind yet one wouldn’t think so upon contact. Movements of mechanical elegance and striking precision are this tyrants forte, attack’s summoned from her barrage of hands. A rather vain creature though not without wit”

I had massive incredibles brainrot in December and committed these atrocities that have been dusting for about a month or two so might as well post them lol

Getting Jack-Jack out of the way first, basically, since he would be about 8-9 here, he doesn’t have a stand-alone super outfit, obviously still a child that very rarely tags along with mom and dad in extreme situations. His outfit is more in line with his “monster“ temper tantrum form and the sole reason I gave him a little rope/whip thingy is because I wanted it to be a little devil tail, shush-

As for the other two, I kinda liked how the actually gave Tony some personality in the second movie and his relationship with Vi has really wholesome vibes, ngl. They would still be an item years later, maintaining a stable relationship though Tony would still be unaware that his gf is running around grappling with criminals in high quality spandex (he does have some fain suspicions-). In this, Violet is more of an “unseen“ hero per’say. Big spectacle supervillians are not really her cup of tee and she would rather help civilians by going after more everyday “nuisances“ such as thieves, kidnappers etc. She takes patrols around nighttime through the city streets searching for them wrongdoers and kinda has a reputation that may or may not make criminals scared shitless of her (hey, force fields are really not fun when they threaten to crush you). I’m not sire of a name but “specter“ works

For Tony I really like a hc I saw where someone mentioned that he could be a superhero that manipulates and tampers with emotions and can likewise sense and perceive them stronger even what other people feel. He didn’t even realize he was a super and just kinda thought that everyone just sorta perceived things extremely intensely. The first time he accidentally broke the barrier was when he got into a very heated argument with someone and almost gave them an actual mental breakdown. Was he confused and scared out of his mind because he witnessed a person go from angry to sobbing and trembling on the ground in visible agony?

Abso-fucking-lutely

After some dubious clean-up from Dicker, the flabbergasted agent couldn’t miss the small irony that the one guy they wiped clean of his memory of a super family (hell, he dated they’re daughter) was an abrupt and surprising addition to their ranks. Tony could very much not get the hang of his powers immediately and they wouldn’t exactly suffice in an armed conflict but boy, was this he eager to learn and more so to help people.

But, who was both experienced enough, had abilities that contributed on protecting and securing? And around the same age?

Well, guess specter has a new partner

Tony, under the alias “Mockingbird“, is paired up with the elusive heroine who isn't all to happy at first (not counting the awkward introductions) but he admittedly makes her job a little easier, what with him trailing emotions into more that suspicious individuals. He is clumsy and sometimes trips over his own legs but she laughs hysterically at the dumb jokes he cracks up when she is trying to look serious and is an absolutely dork that looks so excited every time she greets him for a job-well-done. He almost reminds her of a certain other dork that she holds very dear... hmm

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female x reader (ex. fuyumi, nobara, etc.)

poly relationships.

reader/self-indulgent blog. But I don't mind talking about ships.⤿fluff, platonic friends, angst with a happy ending, AUs, etc..

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angst without no happy ending, submissions if they’re too difficult to understand, omegaverse (A/B/O), domestic abuse, incest, yandere, etc..

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mineta minoru: I think it's pretty much self explanatory.

koda koji: I get awkward when I even think about him lol⤿tokoyami fumikage: depends on my mood honestly. Sometimes I think he's weird and on some days I want his hands to squish me

aoyama yuga: he's my gay best friend so romantically I won't write for him but platonically I don't mind

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Here is a not-so-quick-but-meant-to-be-quick Squirrelflight design. Hope you like it!

can’t help but think that in a situation where nesta claimed responsibility for killing andras, she would have been utterly unimpressed by every last one of tamlin’s attempts to make her fall in love with him, but you know who she would have been impressed by? lucien being snarky in her direction every five minutes, undeterred by her being just as bitchy in return.

I love my wife and my cats and my life and even my job! I love my amazing friends and the people who have remained a part of my life. I have been fortunate enough to get the help I need for my disabilities and I am grateful for this roof over my head that withstood the hurricane.

I am looking forward to making future travel plans and simply being creative 💚🥹

AU Where Jet doesn't find out that Iroh and Zuko are FN

So uh yeah uh

A lot of people are having a heart attack this day. Zuko because of a scary and an unwise water tribe peasants. Iroh and Jet when they see the candles go WHOSH. Katara when her brother turns out to be pretty flammable and he's about to gain a matching scar. Aang because he's empathetic king. Toph because people are suddenly dying. (Kira's unhealthy laugh thunders somewhere distant.)

If you can't read the handwriting there's ALT under each photo (I hope I did it right)

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