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Hope is a foreign word on the tongue. For as long as Murphy can remember, hope has not existed. There are no silver linings, no bright lights at the end of the tunnel. The world is as it ever was; harsh, violent, unforgiving. It's just the way things are. After years of surviving on her own, Murphy finally found her way to the Boston QZ where she met the closest thing she has to a family these days; Tess and Joel, her smuggling partners and the only people in the world that Murphy would risk her life for. When a trade for a car battery goes sour, the three find themselves thrust into a precarious position and are tasked with one very important job that could change everything. And for the first time in her entire life, hope isn't such a foreign feeling after all.

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“Our school prides itself on shaping a generation of protectors. Our specialist program is the most renowned and respected of all programs of the Otherworld.”

Maerin Úlairi knows no peace. A child conceived in a mountain cave, she is motherless, fatherless, wrought from dark magic by the will of Mordor. She is a vessel for the deeds of the Shadowlands, the saving grace of the once fearsome Nazgûl. It’s the blood of the Nine that flows through her veins, and as destiny sees fit, she will live the rest of her years serving what evil still lives.

But where there is dark there is light, and where such evil stands, good rises to meet it. Maerin, ten-years-old and foreign to the very sun and sky, escapes the shade of the mountains. Nearly free from the shackles that bind her to the Wraiths, Maerin becomes a nomad, a wanderer. Running for her life, all the while trying to quell the rot festering under her skin, she knows there is only so long she can hide before fate grabs hold.

Now 17, the nights turn more grave, and everywhere she steps something strange seems to follow. These changes gain meaning when one night she wakes up screaming, insides burning, her vision showing one thing and one thing only. Maerin is a possessor of a powerful bond, a connection to an object that has been thought lost for ages. The One Ring. When that vision shows her the ring is still in Middle Earth, Maerin’s attempts to disappear turn to a mission. If she can find the ring which binds her to the Dark Lord and destroy it, then the darkness in her will fade, and she will at last be free. With one foot in the Wraith-world and the other in the light, the hope that her salvation could be near is the only thing keeping Maerin from losing herself.

When she feels a pull to the unsuspecting Moors of the Shire and land of the Free-folk, she hunts with new fervour for the Ring that has brought her so much pain.

It is there she (quite literally) runs into a group of young Hobbits, short and stout of heart,one in particular carrying a heavy burden. Having seen that Frodo Baggins wields the Ring, and is being sent on a mission to Rivendell by none other than Gandalf the Grey himself, Maerin swears fealty to Frodo, vowing to keep him safe and make sure the Ring stays out of Sauron’s clutches.

But as the journey grows more treacherous and evil more strong, Maerin’s life slips further and further into the dark. Demons in the night and rot spreading in the day, her destiny is like ashes, flaring in the wake of the smallest wind. Where fate intertwines with reality, Maerin Úlairi treads on the edge of a knife. Slip one way, and she will fall into the hands of her forebears. Or the other, to find a family, to find life where she has only known death, and become more than her own ruination.

you knew the entire time. you knew that i’m a mastermind and now you’re mine ( x )

She was dead, definitely dead, Coretta was sure of that. Was this her form of heaven? Waking up next to Anakin again - Oh no, he’s turned to the darkside again. Oh and again and - It’s a time loop. Well, she might as well try and stop Anakin while she had the chance, she would like to make it to old age next time.

( insp. )

Carmen and Vanessa led very different lives, but neither of them ever had it easy. One lived oppressed by her parents’ religious views, the other spent her childhood in cult-like commune. But both are connected by one thing - special powers which not many people possessed. Powers that weren’t created in a labratory.

They are expected to hone these powers, and use them to keep people safe. But the fights against their enemies drain them and people don’t respect their boundaries.

Life as a gifted person is not easy, and Hawkins is about to make it infinitely harder.

the lives of King Viserys and Queen Aemma were more secret than the passages of the Red Keep, known to few but witnessed firsthand by one. 

The Lady Serena Stark of Winterfell, younger sister of Rickon Stark and ward of Lord Rodrik Arryn of the Eyrie. Fostered with the Lady Aemma in her youth, the girls were closer than friends, and oft considered each other the sisters they never had. 

They’d been together for everything. From Serena’s first blood to Aemma’s first girlhood love, to the very moment Prince Viserys arrived in the Vale for a Tourney celebrating the birth of Aemma’s nephew and the ascension of her half-brother Jonnel Arryn as heir. 

The Maesters would say it was love at first sight for the young couple, but only Serena Stark knew the truth. And she would take that secret with her to her grave beneath the crypts of Winterfell.

Until Aemma calls her to King’s Landing to help support her through her newest pregnancy, and with an ulterior motive Serena never expected from her chosen sister. 

Her brother Bennard warns her of vipers that lay in the south, waiting to nip at her heels and poison her in her sleep, while Rickon simply waves her off without a care in the world, too focused on his heavily pregnant wife and his lack of an heir. 

But Serena does not find herself among vipers, nor dragons. Rather, she finds herself intrigued by the courtly games the lords and ladies of the south play, with a desperate need inside her to join them. But perhaps most unusual of all, she always seems to find herself under the watchful eye of the Hightower itself, and those green flames follow her wherever she goes, never moving, never turning, never submitting. 

A man like that could tear the world apart, she thinks. 

And he did. 

Rylee Prescott always kept it together: never once complaining about how her mother treated her badly or how her father cheated on his wife. She never even got the chance to formally grieve her late brother, constantly forced to pretend everything was alright until she just … snapped completely. 

The quiet, well liked Hawkins High student donned a ghostface mask and began a killing spree against those who made lives of the unfortunate miserable. The first victims were Carol Perkins and her boyfriend Tommy Hagan, and soon branched off with Billy Hargrove and Jason Carver. 

So what if she’s crazy? All the best people are. 

Science Fiction. Fond memories. And music. They’re the key to survival.  

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