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Melancholy of A Wizard

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A gloomy haze of fog trailed around the estate. Creating somewhat of a uneasy feeling, to outsiders at least. Inside the mansion owned by none other than the Wizard famous for destroying one of the King’s palaces, a flame burned in the fire place, sending dark smoke up the chimney and into the clouded sky.

The Wizard himself was lying on the velvet sofa, which he stole from a noble after they refused to pay for his services. Quite a few of things were..in other words, borrowed from his many contractors. He seemed to always get on people’s bad side, no matter what he did. The man could be sitting in a room by himself and rumors will stir.

He suddenly sighed, realizing that his thoughts once again got in the way of his concentration. Currently, he was reading a novel, something about two lovers being separated by circumstance.

He wasn’t particularly interested, but as per the request of Hestia to broaden his horizons, he continued to read. His tastes laid in more abstract forms of art. Such as paintings, or depressing poetry. Romance had never been his strong suit, seeing as he had little to no experience with it.

All throughout his youth, the Wizard had focused on being at the top. Nothing else mattered, the only thing that did was him winning above all else. He sees how childish that line of thinking was, as it only ended in him staying in a dingy, derelict mansion with a nagging, motherly spirit to bother him.

However, the alternative would be to face trial from the Royal Court, for destroying a palace and many of his other crimes. So, in retrospect, such living conditions weren’t the most unbearable.

“Orion, please, you should get some rest.” Hestia calls, her voice echoing around the room.

“Not now, Hestia. You insisted I read this book, so I am. Please don’t disturb me, you know how I hate being distracted while reading.” Orion said, gesturing her away with a wave of his hand.

A sigh emanates from every corner of the room, as though she was everywhere all at once. Orion feels her presence vanish as Hestia moves to another part of the house, or more, her spirit moves.

Orion reads over the same paragraph six times before giving up, shutting the book and tossing it on the coffee table.

“Absolute rubbish. How could anyone find that entertaining? All that damned book talks about is love and longing. Surely there are much more important things to worry about…” Orion shook his head, standing up and heading to the kitchen.

He takes his time, chewing on a slice of bread before brewing up a coffee for himself. One of the better parts of living (almost) alone, is that he needn’t share anything, or require the politeness to ask. It used to be like that back at the school, where being respectful was absolutely necessary.

How he did not miss it.

Sipping the bitter drink from the mug, Orion walked throughout the house, soon reaching the second floor, where his room awaited him. Upon entering, Orion noticed the balcony doors were slightly ajar, letting a draft in.

“Damn you, Hestia…” He mumbled, setting down his mug and shutting the door with aggression.

Clearly, the spirit did not like being blown off.

Changing into a night shirt and pants, Orion finishes the cup before settling into bed. He stared at the ceiling for some time, admiring the mural of some heavenly event. Sure, he didn’t waste his time with worshipping the gods, but he could appreciate talent where it was due.

Soon, his eyes begin to slip closed, as a dream lulls him into sleep.

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He’s kinda cunty ngl

hey 😏

lmao 💀

Season 6 so far seems like a big improvement in some areas, specifically Marinette.

It's kinda annoying seeing how many people keep bringing up the London special saying she's no longer mature or that it's like she forgot everything that happened.

Because so far it feels like a normal progression of her character. Because it's a regression. The intro spells it out: her knowing Gabriel's secret is eating her up and it's eating her relationship up.

The way she has no idea how to behave around Adrien after that, asking Alya and Nino to join her date because everything has to be perfect.

The idea of Sublime and Adrien possibly talking about her without knowing what they're saying about her, wanting to make sure they're friends.

Getting so worked up over a 100th kiss where the stars and planets align as a sign of good luck that everything is going to be alright and crying when he doesn't show up.

She's literally going out of her way to make sure everything is perfect to make up for the fact that the one thing that's out of her control could not only hurt their relationship, but seriously hurt Adrien in the process.

And so far I'm really liking this route they're taking with her character. It's subtle but effective.

you know what Fitz is giving me guys?

Sassy man apocalypse

like

You know what I mean🙂

We know what you are, Fitzroy Avery Vacker

Art for my gal @3xen Merry (late) Christmas!!

(also, pose ref is from Pinterest)

☆midnight meet-cute☆

The light-sounding music playing on the speakers contrasted from the gloomy storm outside. Behind the counter of a coffee shop, Xen busied herself with a dirty mug while humming along to the rhythm. It was long into the night, and she had unfortunately been persuaded into a double-shift at work.

Now, with all but ten minutes of her shift, Xen was excited to finally leave. Not that her place of work was bad, it’s just, work is exhausting! Regardless of the kind! She tapped a little to the Christmas song, smiling a bit as she mumbled over the lyrics. This time of year was nice, when things were a bit less tense. Her teachers let up on the homework load, albeit just a little cause finals were coming up, and she could actually relax some.

Just her luck though, because of course a last-minute customer comes in.

The customer in question was a taller guy. His white hair a mess from taking his motorcycle helmet off. He wore a long white coat with a fur collar, which Xen found strange but not completely out-of-place. He walked up to the counter, his eyes trained on the menu above her.

Holding in a sigh, Xen put on her best customer service voice and greeted the boy.

“Welcome, what can I get you tonight?” Xen asked, straining a smile.

The boy looked at her, as if just now realizing she was there. “Oh, just a black coffee, please.”

“Of course.” She nodded, reciting the steps of making the order in her head. “Pretty brutal weather we’re having, right?”

The boy did a double-take and kind of awkwardly shuffled in place. “Uh, yes.”

Xen, reading the room, quickly turned away and focused on her task. Clearly the boy wasn’t interested in idle conversation, and Xen was not going to encourage it. Her co-worker already left all she wanted to do was go home and sleep.

Putting on the lid of the cup, Xen slid the drink toward the boy and rang up his order. He quickly paid without a word and left. And so did she, though she had to clean up the coffee machine. Again.

A few minutes later, Xen locked the front doors and stepped out into the windy storm. She threw on her hood and steadily walked down the city streets. She began the long trek to the subway station, as winter in this city was never kind, Xen almost slipped a total number of seven times.

Nobody was out on the streets at this time, at least not in this part of the city. But for some reason, Xen couldn’t help but feel a little on edge. Playing with the house keys in her pocket, Xen tried to calm herself. It was most likely because of nerves at being out so late. Nothing to worry about.

And she stuck with that, for all of about ten minutes.

Reaching the station, Xen waited by the platform and started scrolling through her phone. This was mistake number one, ie, not paying attention to her surroundings. Mistake number two was not acknowledging the distant crash sound coming from the subway tunnel. She’d glanced up but figured it was nothing, if not just some rats or something. Mistake number three was getting on the subway.

Three strikes, you’re out.

Once they started moving, Xen felt something move the train. It was small, but not small enough to just ignore. It wasn’t like the typical rough movements expected from the subway, no, this was different.

She looked around, and there was a louder thump. This time, it shook the whole car, reverberating into her own. Xen gripped the iron bar beside her, looking to the back of the subway. Her finger hovered over the 911 button, and her leg bounced with anxiety and anticipation.

However, before she could react, something huge crashed right through the train. For a few seconds, Xen watched as the creature crushed the car with ease. After those seconds were over, though, all she felt was adrenaline and fear.

The train came to a violent stop and Xen was thrown out of her seat, hitting her head on one of the metal poles.

Regaining consciousness seconds later, Xen pushed herself up, trying to decipher what was happening around her. Her ears were ringing and there was a fuzziness in her head. She looked around, noting the very big gap between her car and the next one over. Slowly, Xen crawled towards the opening, peering around the edge.

There was a large corridor beside the tracks, and she could hear lots of banging and crashing coming from it.

All she wanted was to lay there and wait for help, or maybe even try navigating the complex subway system. But after brief consideration of both, Xen came to the conclusion that she was not in the right state to look around. She’d either end up lost or get mugged by some junkie.

Making up her mind, Xen focused herself and hopped from the train floor to the rail beneath it. The ground was ripped apart and many pieces of the iron subway car laid strewn about the tunnel. But that wasn’t enough to discourage her.

No, Xen wanted to go home. But to make that happen she needed a way out. And what better way than to follow the people who caused your situation in the first place?

“Ugh..” Xen groaned, walking toward the long corridor.

Using the sounds of fighting to lead her, eventually leading her to a large drop off. The area was well-lit by construction lights, which allowed her to see the two fighting.

The large creature from earlier, who seemed like some kind of lizard-scorpion hybrid, was attacking a person. Not an ordinary person, though. The one fighting back was riding a motorcycle, occasionally shooting at it with a whispy-looking gun. Whoever it was wearing a long white coat and a helmet…

Wait…

Didn’t they look kind of familiar?

She can’t finish her thought unfortunately, because the lizard-scorpion suddenly stopped. Snapping its head toward her, the creature roared and weird-looking fan things spread out from its neck. It sort of reminded her of that one dinosaur from Jurassic Park.

Then, it started running toward her.

“Oh shit!” Xen shouts, jumping from the realization and looking around wildly for an escape route.

That doesn’t get her anywhere though, because the thing jumps toward her. Opening its gigantic mouth, Xen has a second to see the hundreds of teeth lining it’s jaws. Frozen, Xen can’t help but watch as it gets closer, and closer. Until, finally, she’s broken out of it by a quick motion.

In a matter of seconds, Xen was grabbed around the waist and thrown on the back of a motorcycle.

“Hang on!” The person commanded, and Xen followed along.

She did not want to add “falling off a motorcycle while being chased by a monster” as one of her bucket-list bullet points.

The person- no, guy? Man? Boy?

Boy…

Boy.

Boy!

Noticing the fur of his coat and the white color of the rest flying wildly in the air, Xen realized who this was.

“Hey! You’re the guy who ordered the coffee!” She yelled, trying to see the front of the boys’ helmet.

He gave her a quick glance, ignoring her statement and amping up the speed.

Xen, for all her bravery, tightened her arms around the boy’s waist. She dared to glance back, spotting the monster following them around the wide space, fast.

It got close once, snapping its razor-sharp jaws at them and the boy sped up even quicker.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Xen asked once she noticed the very big ramp thing they were heading for. “Uhm, hey, guy, dude?! What the hell are you— OH MY GOD!” She screamed.

“Don’t let go!” He yelled back, throttling the engine with one of the bike’s handlebars.

They reached the climax of the ramp, and very much ran off it, flying into the air. Xen held on, more out of fear than anything, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t open them until she felt a thump instead of a crash and burning sensation.

She peeked one eye open, looking around until realizing they were driving away from the monster. He was heading down a corridor similar to the one she came from, at very high speeds. They drove for what felt like forever before the chilly night air hit her, and suddenly they were on the surface again.

The boy drove quickly and carefully, somehow, and took her to the bay of the city.

She got off as soon as they stopped, her legs feeling like jello, Xen sat on the curb of the road. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, her head was pounding like crazy, she could practically feel her heart pumping blood into her brain.

Muffled talking made its way into Xen’s ears, and she turned to look at the boy.

He was on the phone with a very tired look on his face. “Yeah..yeah I know. I didn’t get to finish it off, some civilian from the subway was there. I had to rescue her—what? What do you mean “why?” I rescued her because it’s my job?”

He grimaced, confused and annoyed. “Yes, it is my job, Ada. It’s yours too, by like, law or something.”

He continued to argue with Ada(?) on the phone until finally hanging up. Running a hand through his hair, the boy finally looked to Xen. Her heart skipped a bit, when their eyes met. His gaze was cold, but gentle.

She cleared her throat, standing up and meeting his eyes, not really though. This guy had like three feet on her at most.

“Sooooooo..” She trailed off, not finding any words to describe what had happened. Or any questions to ask.

She just really wanted to go home.

“Are you okay?” The boy sighed. “Nothing bleeding or broken?”

“Ah, no, I don’t think so. I hit my head earlier though, so maybe like, a minor concussion? I dunno, I’m not a doctor.” Xen laughed nervously, shivering from the cold.

Once again, the boy sighed, and then took off his coat. “Here, you’re freezing.”

Her eyes widened, and the slightest bit of heat rose to her face.

“I— oh, thanks.” She stumbled, letting him pull it around her shoulders.

“No problem.” He shrugged. “We should you get to a doctor, make sure you’re really okay. That cool?”

Meeting his eyes again was a struggle, his gaze was piercing and without exhaustion or adrenaline clouding her mind, Xen found him a little hard not to admire. His face seemed carefully crafted, almost perfect, except for the slight crookedness of his nose.

“Yes, I guess that’s fine.” She finally spoke.

“Alright, get on.” He nodded to the bike. “Oh, and wear this.”

The black helmet was placed into her hands, and Xen had about two seconds to process before he was turning on the bike and revving the engine. Swiftly, she secured the helmet and got on behind the other.

“By the way, what’s your name?” He asked.

“Xen! Yours?” She raised her voice over the loud engine.

“Nyxx. Ready?”

“Yep.”

And with that, Xen sat as Nyxx drove her into the night, and she wasn’t going to lie, she was feeling excited.

Maybe things would be different, this time.

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This pièce de résistance is for my bro @3xen who asked me for this in the utmost respectful way. By threatening me.

Jk jk, love you bro, hope you enjoy this!

(also this shit is NOT proofread so if there’s any mistakes no there isn’t 🤞)

I believe in Sophie Foster getting the Percy Jackson treatment and just going absolutely batshit anytime one of her loved ones are in danger

Also just

Her not takin anybody’s shit after the 75th time someone tries her

Like I can imagine her punching the fuck outta somebody at Foxfire because they insulted Biana’s shoes 💀

Or even her dropkicking some kid cause they looked at her friends the wrong way

I just need deranged, sleep-deprived, unhinged Sophie who holds grudges like they’re candy

𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍

－

Xen really didn’t know what to do.

Though, that wasn’t a surprise to anyone.

So, to recap, she was hit by some weird comet-like thing, and it turned her into…well…this.

Green hair that apparently can catch on fire but not burn, neon green eyes that Sandy thinks might shoot lasers, and finally, she can fly.

“Sandy! Help me get down!” Xen wailed, acidic tears rolling down her face as she hit the ceiling.

“I’m—ugh,” Sandy groaned, avoiding a stray drop of acid-tear that melted straight threw the floor. “I’m trying! Just— calm down!”

More tears streamed down her face, and she felt half-bad for freaking Sandy out, but also, she was literally turning into a…thing!!

How could she not panic and cry?! Like, her tears are acidic now!

“It’s really not that bad! I saw a guy with like, chicken feet or something! At least you’re still you!” Sandy assured.

“It isn’t the same! My hair is on fire!”

Sandy groaned, looking toward the door where Nyxx was.

“Hey, you just gonna stand there and be useless? Come over here and help me!” The girl nagged, glaring at the other.

Nyxx only blinked, seeming a bit weary. “The extraction team will be here soon to help, so we should just try to keep her from blowing up.”

“Extrac— what?! What the hell is an extraction team?!”

“They’re really the only people able to help her right now, since she’s a bit of a liability right now.” Nyxx explained, ignoring Sandy’s spiraling.

Before she could say anything else, people in something close to hazmat suits came rushing in past.

Sandy didn’t even have time to comprehend before they were setting down some triangle thing, which unleashed a weird tech-y looking rope that dragged Xen down. Then, the rest of it turned into a cage, trapping her inside.

“What are you doing?!” Sandy screamed, pounding her fist on the cage. “Let her go!”

“Sandy, stop.” Nyxx demanded, coming up behind her and holding her back under the arms.

Sandy only kicked, nothing but fear and rage fueling her mind and actions.

“Get off me, bastard!”

Suddenly, a thick pink mist clouded the room, exploding from the hall. The anger she felt just seconds before disappears with the fog, leaving only a mild sense of disorientation in her senses.

A sigh, then, “Thanks, EVA.”

Sandy had not time to react before she was drug back to a chair to sit. She could barely stand, much less notice the team of weirdos take her friend out of the room.

Xen, meanwhile, was curled into a ball. Tears continued to run down her face, and she was lucky enough the be able to wipe them away. The people who were taking her away weren’t slow at all, as the moved with impressive speed.

All she could focus on, however, was just how ruined her life was. Her hair was on fire, her tears are burn through stuff, she can fly, and probably a shit ton of other things that will make everyone avoid her. And just when she was starting to get settled too…

She wanted to scream, and rage and throw a fit like a child. But she couldn’t.

Whatever had happened, it nearly killed her.

The idea of even going outside now, was terrifying.

On the outside, the team was making twists and turns, and Xen was pretty sure they went down an elevator at one point. That is, until they put her in a room. Minutes passed with the cage still glowing around her, but was finally removed.

The room she was in was almost stark white, with nothing but a small bed inside.

“Where am I?” Xen shivered, looking around wildly.

“Apologies, but this is the only way we can assure both your safety and ours for the time being.” A voice called out, coming from the ceiling.

Xen noticed a camera in the corner, and instinctually backed away.

“Please I— I don’t know what’s going on. You have to help me.”

The voice returned. “Of course, that’s what we’re here for. Just try to relax for now, we’ll be sending in Dr. Stein shortly to run some tests.”

Stein? Tests? What are they talking about?

“Wait! Who- who are you?”

“My name is Gideon, I’m EDEN’s most developed and effective AI.”

Okay. Great.

What does that mean?

Xen didn’t respond, and instead curled in on herself. If she was gonna be stuck in some room to get tested on, she might as well be comfortable.

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Coming back to her senses, Sandy was instantly raged.

“What the FUCK?!” She shouted, shooting up and looking around crazily.

“Relax there, kid.” Mustang chided, blowing smoke out of the window.

Sandy turned to him, eye twitching. “Why the hell are you here? No, wait, actually, where is Xen? Tell me. Now.”

“Is that how you ask?”

Glaring, Sandy took a deep breath. “Please tell me where Xen is, fuckface.”

Mustang nearly choked, holding back a laugh. “Well, you certainly are spitfire, aren’t ya?” He chuckled.

“Now, bastard.”

“Ah, sorry kiddo, I can’t. That information is classified.”

Once again pissed off, Sandy stalked up to the older man, ripping the cigarette from his hand.

“I don’t fucking care if it’s classified, you ass, my best friend’s hair literally turned into fire. So you’re gonna tell me what the hell you guys are doing to her, and maybe, maybe, I won’t burn this whole fucking building down. Sound fair?”

Mustang stared, his eyes narrowed and slightly amused.

“Hm, guess I really don’t have a choice, huh?”

Not replying, Sandy met his stare equally, with Mustang recognizing the similar determination from his youth.

“Fine, fine, but I really can’t tell ya. Only agents and students get to know were Anomalies are put.”

“Anomalies?” Sandy raised a brow.

“Sorry, classified.” Mustang shrugged.

What the hell was this guy talking about? Anomalies? Like some alien shit? And only agents and students knew where…where the…

Widening her eyes, Sandy looked back to Mustang. “How do I become a student?”

“What?”

“A student. I need to be one here. That’s how I figure out what’s happening to Xen, right? So, what? Do I gotta, fill out an application? Take a test?” Sandy asked, rambling as many ideas popped into her head.

Mustang blinked, then while smirking, he ruffled the girl’s hair. “You’re sharper than you look, kid. Alright, ya wanna become a student.”

Ignoring the obvious lack of personal space, Sandy straightened. “Yes.”

“Then follow me. I’ve been looking for a knew lackey anyway.”

“What? You mean—”

“Yes, kid, I mean I’m gonna be teachin’ you. Now hurry up.”

Time felt like it was going too fast, and the nerves in Sandy’s body quickly stacked up. Inhaling, she grounded herself, then began to walk after the older man.

One thing at a time, Sandy, just roll with it.

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New chapterrrrr!!!! Sort of, idk, just take it

@3xen

remind me to never buy those Walmart blind boxes again

we need more screentime of xen and nyxx 🙏

please i have a lamborghini, 10 mill in cash, a 6-story mansion 🙏 please

coming up