#4/4 green beast

[mtgfantokens]

MtG Token: 4/4 Green Beasts

Magic: the Gathering has been around for 30 years. There are 27,000 unique cards and growing. And a lot of them create tokens. While the official tokens are great, I have a need to celebrate the artwork of our (mtg) ancestors. Let's celebrate older artwork with a new coat of paint.

Token: 4/4 green Beast

Rampaging Baloths is the most well know card making these Beasts.

There are a lot of beasts in MtG's history. Here are a few winners.

Ravenous Baloth from Onslaught by Arnie Swekel

Spellbreaker Behemoth from Alara Reborn by Jason Chan

Enormous Baloth from Legions by Mark Tedin

Blastoderm from Nemesis by Eric Peterson

Woolly Thoctar from Shards of Alara by Wayne Reynolds

The Angel Avacyn finishes off our Angel tokens. This is the token created by the Battle at the Helvault. This is a direct reskin of the official Avacyn token. The artwork is by Alix Branwyn.

The literal and graphical information presented on this site about Magic: The Gathering, including card images and mana symbols, is copyright Wizards of the Coast, LLC.

[blueopinions49]

Enneagram 4 Subtypes Explained

Social 4 "Shame"

The social 4 looks to create connection with others through the exploration melancholy and brokenness. Unlike the other 4s this subtype looks to share their depth with others. Imo they subvert allot of the traditional notions of the E4. They aren't as withdrawn as the SX and Sp subtypes. And whole they do maintain a level of difference within they still look to fulfill that need for emotional depth with others. A tendency that pops with the So4 is the need to create that social circle while struggling to remain their own self. This subtype tend to express their difference through being an outsider or extremely sophisticated with unique tastes. Usually among to attract others while maintaining their boundary of eccentricity. They are hard to mistake as any other type in my opinion however they can look like the stereotype of a 3w4 (due to being pretentiousness) or a 9.

Characters: Anna Karenina, Mark Jefferson, Blue Diamond, Diane Nyguen, Lisa, Anne of Green Gables, Jin Kazaa and Catherine Meyer.

The Self Preservation 4 "Tenacity"

The Sp4 finds it self trying to mitigate their envy due to being a counter type. Usually this 4 is not looking to be different but rather to have a different type of life. As the counter type of 4 they dont overexposes their melancholy and rage but rather they tend to keep it to themselves. This 4 tries to find a different path in the world without following tradition or social expectations. They are a bit more idealistic with their pursuits choosing lifestyles, style or professional life. This subtype can look like a 6 (due to their calm and environment oriented thinking).

Characters: Elio Perlman, Rose DeWitt Bukater, Eleven, Belle, Sebastian, Wicked Witch, Violet Harmon and Susana Kaysen.

The Sexual 4 "Hate"

Probably the most well known 4. This subtype is the most expressive and "aggressive" about their sense of uniqueness. They are highly interested in creating a relationship with another that fulfills that bond of difference and uniqueness. They tend to be the most expressive of their envy. To the sexual 4 the most important thing is not to be mediocre. By this I mean that the 4s see everything that doesn't have emotional and personal depth is beneath them. While many texts describe them as aggressive id say they are closer to passionate. The SX4 interest and frustration find depth within interpersonal relationships leads them to look like enneagram 8s.

Characters: Kylo Ren, the phantom, Maleficent, Loki, Jason Todd, Helen Sharp, Lucille Sharpe and Zuko

[geekynerfherder]

Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Oliver Barrett.

[radioves]

i want to be more than your mistake.

[ID : a digital painting, done in shades of murky green and yellow, of a drone with shoulder-length shaggy hair wearing a tattered jacket over a sweater. it is kneeling, hunched over and looking disheveled, one hollowed eye looking up at the viewer in a desperate manner. its right arm has been destroyed, replaced with a sort of cage around the barrel of a cannon, stray wires sticking out from between the bars. a wire tail curls behind it with a needle for a stinger, a tube connecting to the vial of corrosive venom severed and dripping yellowish acid. dark liquid drips from its mouth, splattered over its arm, its fingers stained and the cage of its arm covered in the substance. there is a spiky halo behind its head, illuminating it from behind while its front is cast in shadow, almost hiding the stains. end id]

[billyp673]

Day 38 of art practice! I'm baaaaack ~ Sorry for vanishing for so long, I was in NSW for a week and the hotel internet was atrocious, but the vacation was much needed. I got inspired to try and draw something without outlines and I severely underestimated how hard it'd be... but I am very happy with the results. How would y'all feel if the next few pieces of art I posted were of PS1 style 3D graphics? Because I'm thinking of making some backgrounds like that, and it'd be nice to build up a library of props to use for 'em.

[thevalleyoftriumph]

trying to draw my new ava/avm lineup and decided to make thingz more Difficult for myself by drawing Every Single Stick I Can Think Of. [not counting background stickz like the rocket employeez, the city stickz, etc] which makez thingz Increasingly More Difficult both in termz of How Much im drawing and if im forgetting anyone

[leatherbookmark]

huh, radomly did a mass pull twice and while one brought only two 4*s, the second got me two 5*s... not exactly showing me that one shouldn't engage in Gambling, but i'll try to remember nonetheless

[bootleg-nessie]

Rating band names based on their accuracy:

(I keep updating this list so check back later)

The Beatles: 3/10. None of these people are beetles, they’re just a bunch of fruity guys from Liverpool with matching haircuts

(Edit: changed from 0/10 to 3/10 because John Lennon beat his wife)

Pink Floyd: 4/10. There is not a single person named Floyd in the band, but some of the members do arguably look kinda pink

Nirvana: 10/10. Getting high and listening to Nirvana is roughly what I imagine actual nirvana to be like

Foo Fighters: either 0/10 or 10/10. I have never seen foo in real life so either they’re pretending to fight a problem that doesn’t exist or they’re doing an absolutely fantastic job of fighting it

The Eagles: 0/10. Same as the Beatles, there is not a single eagle in this band. The name is misleading and we have all been lied to

Queen: 6/10. Partial points for Freddie Mercury

Led Zeppelin: 0/10. I don’t think any of these guys have ever even seen a zeppelin, let alone one made of lead. A lead balloon would crash faster than my hopes and dreams

The Rolling Stones: 3/10. There is not a single stone in this band. Some points added because I’m pretty sure they rolled quite a few

U2: 0/10. Despite what the name says, I am not a member of this band

Metallica: 9/10. Naming a metal band “Metallica” is like naming your dog “doggy”

Red Hot Chili Peppers: 2/10. These guys are not chili peppers. They’re not even that hot, let alone red hot

Guns N’ Roses: 0/10. How the fuck could a gun or a flower play music

Backstreet Boys: ?/10. Depends entirely on their current given location

Simon and Garfunkel: 10/10. No notes

The Doors: 1/10. Jim Morrison is kinda shaped like a door tho

Chicago: 4/10. The number of people in this band does not come even remotely close to the population of Chicago. Points added because it originated in Chicago

Earth, wind, and fire: 2/10. This is even more innacurate than Chicago. Points added because wind instruments were often used

Def Leppard: 3/10. There is not a single leopard in this band. Some of the members are probably kinda deaf by now tho

The Beach Boys: ?/10. Accuracy depends entirely on location

The Black Eyed Peas: 6/10. Not sure what the hell an ‘eyed pea’ is but the black part is pretty accurate

Imagine Dragons: ?/10. Depends entirely on whether or not they’re thinking about dragons.

Cage the Elephant: 1/10. Why would you do that. Let the elephant go

Green Day: 0/10. They’re not even green

The Police: 0/10. There is not a single cop in this band

KISS: 5/10. I’m sure they probably kissed sometimes

The Monkees: 0/10. Are you fucking kidding me

We Butter the Bread with Butter: 8/10. I can’t verify this but I have no reason to suspect that they’d lie. Butter seems like the most logical thing to butter bread with

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard: 0/10. I got really excited about the concept of a lizard wizard only to be let down. My disappointment is immeasurable

They Might Be Giants: 5/10. I googled everyone in this band’s height, the tallest guy’s only 6’1 so I wouldn’t exactly consider him a giant. Then again, I can’t really argue because the claim was only that they MIGHT be giants

The Presidents of the United States of America: 2/10. None of these people are Joe Biden nor are any of them former presidents. This is incredibly misleading. I’m pretty sure “Lump” was written about my first girlfriend tho so I’ll give them a point or two

Gorillaz: 2/10 Not quite but we’re kinda close genetically so I’ll give them partial credit

The Killers: ?/10. I have no way of verifying if they’ve actually killed before but the fact that they’re not in prison tells me probably not

The Offspring: 10/10. These guys are definitely somebody’s offspring

Arctic Monkeys: 1/10. They are neither monkeys nor are they from the arctic

Thirty Seconds to Mars: 1/10. It takes WAY longer to get to mars than that

Beastie Boys: 8/10. They’re pretty beast on the guitar

Jimmy Eat World: 1/10. Slow the fuck down Jimmy, you’re biting off way more than you can chew

Hole: 9/10. One point deducted because I’m pretty sure they had more than one hole

Rage Against the Machine: 10/10. They did exactly that

Alice In Chains: 0/10. This is illegal. Let Alice go

The Band: 10/10. This could not possibly be more accurate

Nine Inch Nails: 1/10. I can’t find any good pictures of their feet but from what I can tell their fingernails definitely aren’t nine inches long

Bush: ?/10. Not quite sure about this one, felt uncomfortable asking

The Who: 2/10. I’m not dealing with this “Who’s On First” bullshit

Radiohead: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a radio for a head

Queens of the Stone Age: 0/10. This band should be called “five random dudes from the modern era” but FRDFTMA is a bit of a mouthful

Soundgarden: 2/10. Sound does not grow in the garden

Sonic Youth: 5/10. They’re not exactly youth anymore but the sonic part checks out

Talking heads: 8/10. There’s more to the band than just a bunch of disembodied heads but the heads do tend to talk

The Cranberries: 0/10. Decent music but I only added them so that the Beatles and Freddie Mercury weren’t the only fruits on this list

The Wiggles: 8/10. They do tend to wiggle a lot

Blue Man Group: 10/10. Yep!

Weezer: 5/10. They all look like they definitely have asthma

Limp Bizkit: 3/10. While the visual image of baked goods playing the guitar is hilarious, Fred durst is not a biscuit. Points added because he probably has erectile dysfunction

Stone Temple Pilots: 0/10. None of these people are accredited as being licensed to pilot anything, much less an entire stone temple. Stone temples don’t need pilots anyways

Wasted Youth: 8/10. I guess it really kinda depends on how you frame it but yeah, they probably wasted a lot of it

Them Crooked Vultures: 3/10. These are people and not birds but Dave Grohl’s posture is kinda bad and John Paul Jones is so old that his neck kinda looks like a vulture’s so I added some points

Audioslave: 0/10. Slavery is illegal

Traveling Wilburys: 4/10. Sure, they traveled a lot but not a single one of those lying bastards was named Wilbury

D12: 6/12. There were only 6 people in this band

NWA: 10/10. I’m a little too white to safely comment on this one but I’d say they nailed it

Jet: 1/10. A real jet would be way too loud

Goldfinger: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a finger made out of gold

No Doubt: ?/10. I can’t really be too sure how Gwen Stefani felt but I think it’s probably a safe assumption that she had some doubts

The White Stripes: 3/10. I bet if you stripped them down naked and made them stand shoulder to shoulder and squinted really hard they’d probably look more like white stripes

Screaming trees: 3/10. They scream occasionally

Garbage: 2/10. I think they’re being a little harsh on themselves, their music isn’t THAT bad

Butthole Surfers: 5/10. Not even gonna touch this one

Megadeth: 3/10. To be fair, some of the former members are dead but only a little amount of death, not mega death

Dead Kennedys: 2/10. Last I checked Kennedy was still dead but neither he nor his clones are members of this band

Cake: 0/10. The cake is a lie

Cracker: 8/10. Most of them are

Tool: 7/10. I don’t know much about their music but they sure look like tools

Counting Crows: ?/10. Is this what emo kids do instead of counting sheep? Accuracy depends on whatever bird they happen to be counting at the moment

Dave Matthews Band: 10/10. It certainly is

Oasis: 1/10. Their music is the opposite of an oasis

Blur: 2/10. They are not that fast

Barenaked Ladies: 0/10. If I wanted to be this disappointed I’d reestablish a connection with my biological father instead

Meat Puppets: 10/10. Technically, aren’t we all?

Live: 8/10. Apparently they still do live shows but I deducted some points because I’ve only ever heard their music on Spotify

ABBA: 9/10. I’m still not giving any points to Guns N’ Roses but that’s mostly out of spite

5 Finger Death Punch: 8/10 I guess it probably depends on how hard you hit them but this seems to be the usual amount of fingers to punch somebody with

All American Rejects: 9/10. They’re all rejects from America so I don’t really see any issue with this

T. Rex: 0/10. Even if any of these people WAS a T. Rex I don’t think their arms would be long enough to play their instruments

Free: 0/10. Unless you steal their music, in which case it becomes a 10/10

The Strokes: 3/10. To my knowledge, none of them have had a stroke but I still added a few points because the name was probably accurate for other reasons

The Smashing Pumpkins ?/10. Another thing I have no way of verifying but this seems like a waste of perfectly good pumpkins

Therapy?: ?/10. The hell are they asking me for? I don’t know their medical history

Twenty One Pilots. 0/10. There’s only two of them and neither is a licensed pilot

Finger Eleven: 0/10. Leave the poor Stranger Things girl out of this

Fall Out Boy: 9/10. I conferred with an expert on this one who confirmed that they are in fact boys who had a falling out

Cream: 8/10. Considering this was the OG supergroup I’m sure a lot of people did in fact cream when their music came out

Edit: humans aren’t fucking monkeys. Stop saying we are

[markrosewater]

Maro’s “Look Inside the House”: A Duskmourn: House of Horrors Teaser

The new plane of Duskmourn is a perilous place, but if you can survive the horrors within you may come out stronger than ever. I’ve been there. I’ve seen the darkness and to that end, here are some hints of things to come – but will this information help or hinder your journey? Only time will tell. As with any good piece of horror media, you’re only receiving partial information and things are not always as they appear: 

 First up, here are some things you can expect:  

• A component of the set with a frame using technology first designed for an Un-set

• A tweak on an ability word that first appeared in the third set of a block

• Counters used in the set: +1/+1, -1/-1, finality, flying, lifelink, lore, loyalty, nest, possession, rev, stun, and time

• The first ability word to reference “second main phase”

• A 10/1 creature for UUU

• A variant on a mechanic that itself was a variant on another mechanic

• A modal three mana white mass removal spell

• A character returns as a legendary creature that first appeared in flavor text in Alpha

• A new ability word that cares about a card type and a (new) keyword action

• Creature tokens: 1/1 white Toy, 1/1 white Glimmer, 2/1 white Insect, 3/1 white Spirit, 4/4 white Beast, blue token copy, X/X blue Spirit, 2/2 black Horror, 6/6 black Demon, 1/1 red Gremlin, 1/1 red Balloon, 2/2 green Spider, 1/1 black and green Insect, and 0/0 green and blue Fractal

 Next, here are some rules text that will be showing up on cards:  

• “unlock a locked door”

• “Search your library for a Demon card,”

• “where X is the number of creatures you control with power 2 or less.”

• “Exile any number of target instant, sorcery, and/or Tamiyo planeswalker cards from your graveyard.”

• “The same is true for creature spells you control and creature cards you own that aren’t on the battlefield.”

• “You have no maximum hand size and don’t lose the game for having 0 or less life.”

• “Whenever you cast an instant or sorcery spell that targets only a single creature you control, copy that spell.”

• “Shards you control become copies of it until the beginning of the next end step.”

• “of creatures you control that don’t have the same name as this creature.”

• “(2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, and 31 are prime numbers.)”

 Here are some creature type lines from the set: 

• Creature – Human Doctor

• Creature – Kor Survivor

• Creature – Goat

• Creature – Shark

• Creature – Eye

• Creature – Fish Insect

• Artifact Creature – Monkey Toy

• Creature – Human Clown Berserker

• Legendary Creature – Elder Demon

• Legendary Creature – Rat Ninja Wizard

 Finally, here are some names in the set: 

• Acrobatic Cheerleader

• Don’t Make a Sound

• Exorcise

• Friendly Ghost

• Jump Scare

• Let’s Play a Game

• Meathook Massacre II

• Orphans of the Wheat

• Split Up

• Unsettling Twins

 Tune into Duskmourn’s Debut at 2pm PT, August 31 – streaming live from PAX West – where the House will finally reveal more of its secrets.

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

𝟬𝟭 ▎MASTERLIST . . . 🜲 ⺌

This vessel,

this vessel is a lie,

a shapeshifting beast,

a lesson in fluidity.

꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚︶꒷꒥꒷ ‧₊˚ ꒰ฅ˘ω˘ฅ꒱ ˚₊ ‧ ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷˚‧₊꒷꒥꒷

COMICS,

SERIES

& MOVIES

(HEROES) . . . ✦

DC. . . !

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

KAL-EL | CLARK KENT | SUPERMAN.

Its Evolution, Baby! Pt.1 Pt.2 (Yandere! Justice League x Inmortal! Reader)

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

BRUCE WAYNE | BATMAN.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 | 1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

DIANA PRINCE | WONDER WOMAN.

To the future (What If! Diana Prince x Wife! Reader) Pt.1

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

BARRY ALLEN | FLASH.

JOHN STEWART | GREEN LANTERN.

ARTHUR CURRY | AQUAMAN.

J'ONM J'ONZZ | MARTIAN MANHUNTER.

MARI MCCABE | VIXEN.

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

JON SAMUEL KENT |

SUPERBOY/SUPERMAN

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

DAMIAN WAYNE | ROBIN.

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 | 1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

The Wildcard Pt.1 Pt.2 (Mother! Harley Quinn x Child/Teen! Reader. Platonic Fic)

Ponyo! ( What If! Damian Wayne x Ponyo! Reader. Platonic Fic) Pt.1

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

TIM DRAKE | RED ROBIN.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.t5 | 1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

JASON TODD | RED HOOD.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 | 1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

DICK GRAYSON | NIGHTWING.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 | 1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

Pierrot, the Sad Clown (Yandere! Dick Grayson x Villain! Reader tw.noncon)

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

BARBARA GORDON | ORACLE.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 | 1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

CASSANDRA CAIN | ORPHAN/BATGIRL.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 | 1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic )

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

STEPHANIE BROWN | SPOILER.

Silly Little Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 | 1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader. x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

DUKE THOMAS | THE SIGNAL.

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader. x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

CONNER KENT | SUPERBOY.

The Jubilee (YJ! Conner Kent x reader)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader. x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

LEX LUTHOR.

WALLY WEST | KID FLASH.

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

HARLEEN QUINZEL | HARLEY QUINN.

The Wildcard Pt.1 Pt.2 (Mother! Harley Quinn x Child/Teen! Reader. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

SELINA KYLE | CATWOMAN.

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

PAMELA ISLEY | POISON IVY.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 | 1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

But, I love Ivy (Pamela Isley x Fem! Reader/Silly Little Bat. Tw. Smut)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

LADY SHIVA | DAVID NICOLE

TALIA AL GHUL

KILLAWOG | BONDAGE

ENCHANTRESS | JUNE MOONE

VULCANA | VULCA

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

LIVEWIRE | LESLIE L. WILLEM

Voicenote (STAS! Livewire x Male! Reader. Tw.smut)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

MERCY GRAVES

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

KARA ZOR-EL | SUPERGIRL

Kamikaze Girl! Pt.1 (Yandere! Batfamily x Superbat Clone! Fem! Reader x Yandere! Superfamily. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

GARFIELD LOGAN | BEASTBOY.

JAIME REYES | BLUEBEETLE.

RACHEL ROTH | RAVEN.

KORIAND'R | STARFIRE.

DINAH LANCE | BLACK CANARY.

OLIVER QUEEN | GREEN ARROW.

ROY HARPER | RED ARROW.

And more..!

MARVEL. . . !

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

BUCKY BARNES | WINTER SOLDIER.

Little Solider (Yandere! James 'Bucky' Barnes x Super Solider! Teen! Reader. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

STEVE ROGERS | CAPTAIN AMERICA.

TONY STARK | IRON MAN.

PETER PARKER | SPIDER MAN

NATASHA ROMANOFF | BLACK WIDOW

THOR

BRUCE BANNER / HULK

CLINT BARTON / HAWKEYE

VISION

LOGAN | WOLVERINE

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

SCOTT SUMMERS | CYCLOPS

Devil in Paradise (Yandere! Scott Summers x Mutant! Reader)

Little Pebble (Yandere! Scott Summers x Mutant! Reader. Platonic fic)

Bag of bones (Yandere! Scott Summers x Amnesiac! Reader.)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

KURT WAGNER | NIGHTCRAWLER

Lurks Within Walls (Yandere! Kurt Wagner x Mutant! Reader)

Nocturnal Animal (Yandere Kurt Wagner x Wife! Reader. Tw.Nsfw)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

ERIK LEHNSHERR | MAGNETO

The song of the raven (Yandere Erik Lehnsherr x Raven! Reader x Yandere Charles Xavier. Platonic Fic)

Birdcage (Yandere Erik Lehnsherr x Raven! Reader x Yandere Charles Xavier. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

REMY LEBEAU | GAMBIT

Black Sheep (Yandere! Remy LeBeau x Mutant! Reader. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

HANK MCCOY | BEAST

Savior Complex (Yandere Hank McCoy x Mutant! Reader. Tw. Slight smut)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

CHARLES XAVIER | PROFESSOR X

The song of the raven (Yandere Erik Lehnsherr x Raven! Reader x Yandere Charles Xavier. Platonic Fic)

Birdcage (Yandere Erik Lehnsherr x Raven! Reader x Yandere Charles Xavier. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

ALEX SUMMERS | HAVOK

WARREN WORTHINGTON III | ANGEL

PIETRO MAXIMOFF | QUICKSILVER

MILES MORALES | SPIDER MAN/PROWLER

MIGUEO O' HARA | SPIDER MAN 2099

GWEN STACY | SPIDER WOMAN/ SPIDER GWEN/ GWEN POOL

HOBIE BROWN | SPIDER PUNK

PETER B. PARKER | SPIDER MAN

SPIDER MAN NOIR

WANDA MAXIMOFF | SCARLET WITCH

CAROL DANVERS | CAPTAIN MARVEL

JANE FOSTER | THOR

PEPPERS POTTS | RESCUE

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ORORO MUNROE | STORM

My Pearl (Yandere! Ororo Munroe x Clone! Reader. Platonic Fic)

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JEAN GREY | PHOENIX

Mournig Sun (Yandere! Jean Grey x teen! Telepathic! Reader. Platonic Fic)

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ANNA MARIE | ROGUE

All I Wanted (Yandere! Anna Marie x Inmune! Reader)

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KITTY PRYDE | SHADOWCAT

LAURA KINNEY | X-23

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PETER QUILL | STAR LORD

Astra Nova (yandere! Peter Quill x Alien! Reader. Tw.Slight Smut)

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GAMORA | Deadliest Woman in the Galaxy

NEBULA

MANTIS

DAISY JOHNSON | QUAKE

MEDUSA

YELENA BELOVA | BLACK WIDOW

JESSICA JONES

MICHELLE JONES | MJ

SHURI

AMERICA CHAVEZ

LOKI | GOD OF MISCHIEF

THANOS | THE MAD TITAN

APOCALYPSE | THE FIRST MUTANT

DOCTOR OCTOPUS | OTTO OCTAVIUS

MYSTERIO | QUINTON BECK

MYSTIQUE | RAVEN DARKHOLME

SABER-TOOTH | VICTOR CREED

And more..!

INVINCIBLE. . . !

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MARK GRAYSON | INVINCIBLE

OMNI-MAN | NOLAN GRAYSON

REX SPLODE | REX SLOAN

ROBOT | RUDOLPH CONNERS

ATOM EVE | SAMANTHA EVE WILKINS

DUPLI-KATE | KATE CHA

THE IMMORTAL | IMMORTAL

ANISSA

THRAGG

And More..!

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Dead by Dawn (Part 17)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death,

Word Count: 3058

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16)

Notes: heyyyy what do you know, i found it in me to get this part out. im proud.

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Day 195 Part 3

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You never been one to throw caution to the wind, but with what sits before you, the urge is strong.

Animals were one of the first things to go when disease swept across the world, which is why it’s so difficult not to pick up the juicy chicken breast that’s steaming on the plate in front of you, and completely ravage it.

Your mouth waters at the sight. There are greens, too. A blend of spinach and vegetables cooked to perfection in animal fat. It’s the first real meal you’ve seen in…fuck you don’t even know how long it’s been since you’ve seen real meat like this, nor food that wasn’t expired and from a can.

The only thing keeping your restraint in place is your companions' determination. The sprinkle of common sense that hasn’t fizzled into a ravenous beast at the scent of your meal is easy to overlook, but Azriel’s menacing presence beside you isn’t. His back is ramrod straight in his own seat, and the food doesn’t seem to be affecting him in the slightest. He’s undeterred by their taunts. Instead, his woody eyes drink in your surroundings for the umpteenth time, as if there might be a hint as to what’s really going on here. 

On your other side, you’re flanked by Cassian, who does look like he’s struggling to keep himself from sinking his teeth into the juicy thigh on his plate, however little it might be. It’s more than he’s had to eat in days, months, and he wants it so fucking badly.

In fact, no one’s touching their food, which is a red flag of itself, but your head is swimming at the smells, your stomach a mess of knots that loosen at the idea of food, and tighten at the thought of where your best friend could be.

You’re also a little afraid, if you’re being honest, of getting sick should you eat something this…real after having gone so long without.

Nesta watches you from across the table with a piercing stare. There’s a malice you’ve become accustomed to being fed in the little time you’ve known her. You understand that she’s worried for her sister, out there with little protection, but you’re worried too. You feel as if Feyre is your sister as well. You’ve been winning your own little war against the undead for too long to remember.

At her side is who you can only decern to be her lover, Eris. You ponder their relationship, what you saw in the woods. Perhaps they’re nothing more than companions, but with the way the auburn-haired man keeps stealing glances at her, worry etched in his brow, you know there must be more.

The chair beside Eris is filled with a near clone of him. They have twin eyes and looks of caution on their fox-shaped faces. The unnamed man wears his hair long down his back, a single braid hangs down the side of his face. It’s not a nice one, practiced, but messy, like whoever put it there was distracted more often than not during styling. The only differentiator is the color of their skin, because even the shape of their eyes and their stature is eerily similar. It’s clear that they are nothing like their scumbag of a father, and the thought of Beron alone makes you shiver in your seat.

There’s an empty seat beside him, and you can’t help the stab of guilt you feel at the sight of it. You don’t know if they’ve lost someone important to their little unit they have going on here, or if there’s a reason for the unoccupied seat.

Cassian’s stomach growls loudly, breaking the terse silence. 

“Everything is safe to eat, I can assure you,” Eris mentions after clearing his throat. Nesta shoots him a look that could make even a zombie cower, but he must be used to it because he takes the betraying look with grace, gently settling a palm onto her lap.

Nesta doesn’t shove it away like you expect her to. Instead, her lips go razor thin. The pair stare at each other so intensely that you feel like you’re intruding on something monumental.

Eventually, Nesta breaks. With a sharp inhalation, she turns her gaze to you. She doesn’t look happy, but at least she doesn’t look like she wants to reach across the table and maul you for losing her sister.

“Eat,” she all but demands. She cringes, grits her teeth, and adds like the words are truly poison in her mouth, “Please.”

“You’ll excuse us if we don’t trust you,” Azriel replies curtly. Your eyes soften as they land on him, even if his gaze is trained on your hosts. Weeks ago, he’d been wary of you, and now he’s here protecting you from the outsiders that are holding you captive.

You’ve never been so thankful for him, and you remind yourself to thank him for it later.

“Don’t eat, then.” Nesta shrugs as if his words don’t bother her in the slightest. Your whereabouts of Feyre seem to have caught her off guard because right now she is the perfect poise of excellence. Her nature could give any queen a run for their crown.

She’s the first one to dig into her meal. She uses the cutlery as if they’re weapons, tearing into the meat with a force that has you praying to any higher being that Feyre and Rhys are on their way to you, because you do not want to be on the other end of Nesta’s knife.

Your eyes flicker back down to your plate, to the shiny silverware placed on either side of your plate. Hell, you’re not even sure you remember how to use them anymore, with how long you’ve had to make do on the road.

“Please, eat,” Eris counters with a stern look that doesn’t affect Nesta in the slightest. Eris motions to his brother and they both pick up their forks, as if trying to show you everything is okay.

“I don’t trust the animals, either,” Azriel responds.

“How about the vegetables, then?” Eris offers, and you think you catch a glint of pleading in his amber eyes. You think he’s trying to keep things civil and calm for Nesta’s sake. You’re sure she’s worried to pieces about her littlest sister out there when the sun is so close to hiding away for another night of hell. “The animals are perfectly healthy, though I assure you the food will not go to waste if you don’t eat it.”

“How are they safe?” Cassian questions, grimacing down at the meat. You know that he out of everyone in your little group needs it the most. You’ve seen his protruding ribs only yesterday, and with him being the biggest in your group, he needs the nutrients more than anyone.

A sudden urge of protectiveness washes over you. You want him safe and healthy, want both him and Azriel safe and happy, and you wish more than anything that you could give it to them.

Only time will tell.

Eris gives a very diplomatic response. “My family has owned this land for generations,” he starts, and you don’t like to think of how he is Beron’s son. It makes all of the desperation to eat, subside. “We have been raising and breeding our own meat and dairy for just as long. They have never showed signs of disease, but perhaps it’s because they live a life unknowing of what goes on in this world.” You’re not following, but Eris continues before your confusion causes you to blurt out questions.

“My brother—Lucien,” he nods toward his brother beside him. “Takes care of them. When our father first heard the mumblings of a pandemic so devastating, the world as we knew it would never be the same, he built a bunker of sorts, where we continue to monitor and raise our animals to this day.”

“That was about the only smart thing he ever did,” Lucien mumbles, looking green at the mention of his father.

You get the feeling.

Azriel says, “Yeah, we’ve had the unfortunate displeasure of meeting the bastard.”

Lucien’s utensils fall to the table with a clang that startles you in your seat. He looks sick to his stomach, his ying-yang eyes drawn down to his plate in shame. His shoulders are stiff and he’s gone so still you think he might be comatose, turning into a zombie right in front of your very eyes.

“You’ve met him?” Lucien asks, and he sounds like a little boy, reliving a trauma so ghastly that it’s altered his brain chemistry.

“Met him, killed him,” Azriel shrugs as if it was no big feat. Your stomach roils at the memory and you must look paler than normal because Cassian’s placing a. warm hand over yours in comfort. Azriel’s brashness isn’t new to you, but the reminder is too fresh. You try to focus on your hand in Cassian’s, offering him a weak smile.

The tension in the air seems to disperse with Azriel’s words. You’re pretty sure you see Lucien’s shoulders physically drop in relief, like he feels the same way you do about his father. Eris sits in his seat, stunned, but he doesn’t look upset about the news, he looks more disappointed, like he missed out on being the one to kill the crazy cannibal.

“Well, I think this calls for the good wine,” Nesta says, and you swear you see the corners of her mouth threaten to tug into a satisfied smirk.

She glances at you from across the table, and you pick up your fork.

You hope that this is the first of many things that you will agree with her on.

There is little conversation while you eat. Azriel’s brows are drawn in tight, and his mouth is set in a hard line. He keeps glancing over at you with a scolding heat in his eyes, but there’s a sliver of worry that makes you ache, like he thinks you might keel over from the chicken.

If you do, you’re not even sure you’ll be mad. It’s good fucking chicken.

You try to savor it, to eat slowly so that your body doesn’t reject the first real meal you’ve had in forever, but you can hardly control yourself. You feel like a rabid animal, hungry enough to gnaw your own arm off. You wonder if this is what the zombies outside feel like, an insatiable hunger, or if they’re so mindless they don’t feel anything at all.

You reckon you have only minutes before the food makes its reappearance, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when you slide your silverware onto your empty plate, trying to deter yourself from leaning forward and licking it clean.

Cassian has no such reservations.

“How long has it been since you’ve tried to contact my sister?” Nesta asks when the three of you have finished. Even Azriel couldn’t help but clear his plate, though he did take the longest of the three of you, more than mindful of your captors.

It makes your heart swell that he has kept an eye out for you and Cassian.

Azriel and Cassian share a look over your head, debating how much to indulge. But this is Feyre’s sister, and they want to find her and Rhys just as much, so they relent.

“We tried getting through to them this afternoon, before we ran into you,” Cassian explains. “They were too far out of range.”

“Call them again,” she demands, and Eris opens his mouth to protest but Nesta is clearly done with niceties. “No,” she snaps at the man beside her. “We have given them a place to stay and a warm meal. It’s time for them to do something in return.”

You don’t mention how you didn’t have a choice but to be here, and that they wouldn’t have had to give up their food if you were still wandering out in the woods, but your stomach is too full to argue that point.

Cassian tugs the walkie-talkie from his pocket and switches it on. The static is loud, and you all wait in anticipation until the signal calms a bit before he clicks the button on the side and makes the call. “Rhys? Feyre? Are you out there?”

It’s like waiting for a cure as the six of you listen to the channel. Nothing comes through, and Cassian calls again, to no avail.

“We’ll keep trying,” he says, a determined look in his eye. You’re pretty sure that’s the only thing keeping Nesta in her seat, because she looks like she will reach across the table and stab you with her knife.

Movement in the corner of your eye makes you flinch. Cassian’s arm reaches out to block you and Azriel’s already halfway out of his seat, ready to tear you away from the threat that stumbles into the doorway.

The threat comes in the form of what must be Feyre’s other sister, Elain. She looks ghastly, skin as white as sheet, and as well-fed as Eris’ claims them to be, she’s all skin and bones. Her brown eyes are dull and sunken, purple-rimmed as if she hasn’t had a peaceful night of sleep in years. Her blonde-brown hair sits limp on her head, knotted at the back, as if she’s been drained of all of the health in her life.

She looks like a zombie.

Nesta jumps from her chair at the same time Lucien does, the both of them rushing for Elain. Lucien gets to her first, catching her just as her knees give out and scooping her into his arms. Her head lolls against his chest as if the effort to keep it upright is a burden too much, but her dazed gaze sharpens when it lands on you.

You’re frozen in your seat. You have no words for what you’re seeing, the sickly girl who looks closer to death than a zombie. Your heart pounds a thousand miles a minute in your chest, and your fingers are white-knuckled with confusion and fear where they’re wrapped around Cassian’s forearm.

Elain’s brown eyes widen in a way that looks unnatural for her once beautiful face. Her cracked lips form husky words that are so ominous it has the hair on your body standing on end.

“Twin ravens are coming, one white and one black. One has an injured wing.”

Lucien hushes her softly, murmuring to her as he removes her from the room. “Shh, Elain. Let’s get you back to bed, petal. You shouldn’t be expending so much energy until you’re feeling better.”

Guilt stabs you a thousand times over as he takes her away. It doesn’t take long for you to connect the dots with what you’ve seen. How sickly she looks, the faraway look and ramblings that don’t make sense.

“When did it happen?” You blurt, eyes darting from a stoney-faced Nesta to a grimacing Eris to the door Lucien and Elain disappeared through. You don’t like the feeling that overcomes you, the one that wants you to get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible.

Something isn’t right here.

“It’s late,” Nesta states, looking between the three of you like she’s deciding how she’s going to kill each of you. You suppose she might, if she feels any sort of threat to her sister. For now, she needs you alive, if only to help find her other sister. She won’t dump any of you out yet, unless you can’t prove your worth.

Not unless Feyre is dead.

Azriel tucks you carefully behind him, more than aware of the threat before you. You can tell that he’s just as confused as you are. There’s a tightness to his shoulders that you don’t like, an edge to the strain of his body that screams danger.

His mouth opens to speak, but he’s cut off by the sudden voice that comes over the walkie-talkie.

“Cassian? Azriel? Do you copy?” Rhys’ panicked voice sounds through the machine. More than one emotion threatens to consume you, relief and worry. The full meal in your belly swarms like crashing waves, and you might just throw up after all.

Cassian, Azriel, and Nesta all lunge for the radio. Eris gets his hand around Nesta’s bicep and pulls her away, much to her reluctance. She claws against him but he’s only keeping her away from the three of you, still very much a threat.

Not that you’d be of any assistance should either party try to attack. You’ve collapsed in the closest chair.

“Rhys?” Cassian calls back, just as frantic. His terrified hazel eyes are locked with Azriel’s, and it’s all the black-haired boy can do to console Cassian with a reassuring hand to his shoulder. “Can you hear me? Where the fuck are you?”

It wouldn’t mean much to Nesta, who’s given up her struggling to listen into what’s happening, but to Cassian, you know the touch means everything.

Anticipation skyrockets throughout the room, bringing the temperature up to boiling as you await his response. Each second feels like an eternity, and you’re sure the vein throbbing on Nesta’s forehead is about to explode when Rhysand finally responds.

It sounds like he’s running. You pray that’s not a groan of the undead you hear in the background. “Fuck,” he curses in such a hopeless way that makes your heart drop to the floor. Whatever he’s about to say, it’s not going to be good. “I need you to come find us. I don’t know where the fuck we are, but we need help.”

Azriel rips the walkie-talkie from Cassian’s hand, ready to take the lead. He pockets one of the knives at the table and you can’t even muster the energy to joke about how a butterknife won’t be the best weapon against a horde of zombies because you’re more than ready to follow him into the fray, sans weapons, if all to save your friends.

“Where are you, Rhys? I need landmarks.”

 “Az,” Rhys breathes, but he doesn’t sound relieved. In fact, he sounds spent, and there’s no sign of Feyre on the other line. “We need help. Badly. Feyre’s been bitten.”

And hey, your dinner does make its reappearance after all.

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Eyes of Gold (Part 4)

(A WukongxReader story inspired by Beauty and the Beast and Lutung Kasarung.) (First) (Prev) (Next)

            Two days later, the rash was finally gone. The baths and medicine had cleansed it away, leaving healthy, itchless skin in its wake. You couldn’t be more relieved. Shihou endured your smothering hugs and endless thanks with grace and a smidge of pride.

            With you now poison ivy free, the monkey was ready to show you the way up the mountain. You didn’t realize how literally he meant it until you were three hours into a grueling hike.

            “How much further?” you whined, climbing up yet another set of stone steps. Shihou snickered where he sat waiting for you to catch up.

            “Just a few more. Would you had preferred scaling the side of the mountain?”

            You huffed, pausing to catch your breath. “No, but I wasn’t expecting a maze of staircases and secret tunnels. Did Monkey King find all these?”

            “Actually, he made most of them,” Shihou said, leading the way down a side passage. “Fruit and Flower Mountain has seen plenty of battles and having a backdoor comes in handy.”

            Glowing moss along the walls offered some light but you still kept close to Shihou. With so many twists and turns, getting lost would be all too easy. After another flight of stairs and a few more tight tunnels, Shihou finally stopped by an unassuming patch of stone.

            “Here we are!”

            You glanced at the rocky surface then back at him. “Where exactly is here?”

            With a smirk, Shihou pushed the wall aside. Instead of stone like you first assumed, a cloth was brushed away, revealing a brightly lit hallway on the other side. You stepped out into the light, letting your eyes adjust while also enjoying the fresh air. Behind you, a woven tapestry fell back into place, covering the secret doorway without a trace.

            Once you could properly see, you found yourself in a corridor, one side dotted with large windows streaming in sunlight. Lining the opposite wall were statues, murals, and hanging weapons interspaced between ornate doors. Despite being carved from the mountain itself, the stone palace was just as regal and intricate as any human-made castle.

            “Your room is over here, peach friend! Come take a look!” Shihou called from down the hall. He was nearly hopping from excitement by the time you joined him in front of the open door. “What do you think?”

            The room was huge, a carefully carved cavern with artistic details etched into the very walls. Rosewood furniture adorned the space, expertly crafted and polished to a mirror shine. The wardrobe tucked in the corner revealed silk robes similar to your first gifted set. A bowl of fruit and bouquet of colorful flowers decorated a small side table. You were most excited to see a real bed, plush with a downy mattress and covered in embroidered blankets and furs. The whole space glowed by the light of the bay window leading out to an overlooking balcony.

            Of all the things you expected from a mountain palace full of demons, such royal accommodations were beyond your wildest dreams. “It’s beautiful! Look at this view!”

            Being so high up was breathtaking and dizzying all at once. The whole of Fruit and Flower Mountain stretched before you all the way down to the edge of the forest. Cascading green hills plummeted alongside the thunderous waterfall. Above the canopy of trees, white clouds drifted through the endless blue sky. You were so enthralled by the sight, Shihou had to tug you back by your robes before you could tumble over the balcony railing.

            “Careful! Wouldn’t want an accident before the King announces your arrival.”

            “He’s announcing my arrival?” you repeated in disbelief.

            “Of course!” Shihou chirped, leading you back into the room. With your weary body weighted down by the sudden news, the bed looked more inviting than ever. You all but flopped down on the mattress, sighing into the cloud-like comfort. The weight on the blankets shifted as Shihou hopped up to sit next to you. “The King wants to formally welcome you while also making the others aware of your presence. Best way to avoid any mishaps.”

            “If you say so,” you hummed, glancing over to him. “Any other surprises I should know?”

            “Well actually, there was something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” Shihou suddenly looked quite contrite, avoiding your gaze as he scratched at the back of his head. “But you have to promise not to panic or get angry. Okay?”

            You raised a brow. “Is it that bad?”

            “Probably not,” he said though his frown wasn’t very convincing. “Just…try not to hate me?”

            Before you could respond, Shihou jumped off the bed and scurried to the center of the room. You sat up to watch him, suddenly worried by whatever was about to happen. He took a slow breath, so focused even his tail was still. In a quick nod, a cloud of smoke enveloped him with a startling pop. You jumped to your feet, coughing and waving the haze from your face. As fast as it appeared, the cloud settled, leaving you blinking as a shrouded figure came into view.

            “Ta-dah!”

            Where Shihou had once been was now stood a demon. He was slightly taller than you, wearing simple pants and robes tied with a belt. The overall appearance was nearly human but his fur, tail, and bare feet were monkey-like. A nervous smile played across his simian face while he waited for your reaction. Only the familiar golden gaze kept full blown panic at bay.

            “Shihou?” you asked after a tense moment.

            “Yep! It’s me! Just a little taller now. And with clothes,” he smirked but there was still a cautious edge to it. “You’re not going to freak out, right?”

            Your arms flailed in bewilderment, grasping for understanding. “First you can talk, and now this? I thought you were just a regular monkey!” Your hands covered your face, mind whirling with every awkward conversation you had with him. “How? Why?”

            Shihou looked a bit sheepish at your confusion. “I didn’t mean to lie. When I found you, I disguised myself so I wouldn’t scare you and I wasn’t sure how to bring it up afterwards. Now that you’re here, you’ll be seeing a lot more demons around so I might as well be the first.”

            A deafening silence filled the room as you processed the monkey’s confession. The longer you stared, the more nervous he became, tail twitching as he fidgeted in place.

            “Are you mad at me, peach friend?” he asked, gold eyes wide and pleading. Despite the larger demon form, he managed to look quite pitiful in his remorse.

            You sighed and shook your head. “You’re lucky you’re still cute.”

            “Aww,” he cooed, his smile sharpening to a cheeky grin. “You think I’m cute?”

            His teasing turned to full blown laughter at your unamused glare. “Don’t push it. I’m already embarrassed I carried you around for three days.”

            “How about I carry you next time to make it up to you?” Shihou chuckled at your mortified blush. “Anyways, now that you know, it’ll be easier to show you around. For now, you should rest while I let the King know you’ve arrived. Will you be okay while I’m gone?”

            The idea of being left by yourself in an unfamiliar demon palace was unnerving but you nodded anyways. Shihou sensed your hesitation and placed his now much larger hand on your shoulder. “I won’t be long. Once everyone’s gathered, I’ll come get you for the announcement.”

            With a final wave and a quick wink, Shihou whisked out of the room. Alone with your reeling thoughts, you laid back on the bed to study the carved ceiling. Soon enough, you felt the fatigue of the day pull you into dreams filled with underground labyrinths, demons in disguise, and the looming presence of the infamous mountain king.

[sweetbunpura]

After rushing out of Nimbus, Rollo and the Shroud brother was approached by Malleus

Malleus: Where is child of man

Ortho: She was there she is currently in……

Round 8! The finale!

Start - Daydreamers (Ch. 2) - Junglehearts (Ch.3) - Aqualetta (Ch. 4) - Potential (Ch.5) - Nevemela (Ch.6) - Nimbus (Ch.7)

Verasavi

"Verasavi." Rollo finished for Ortho. "I told her to stay there as we were on our way."

"Verasavi...." Malleus kept his face straight. "The Prince..."

"She's with Phara?" Lilia added in.

Idia nodded. "Yeah, and I think the guy is still old fashion, so he might not let her go with us 'Villains.'"

"Flamme, we're going to retrieve her immediately."

"You do not have to tell me twice."

Rollo and Malleus moved towards the final portal with a rose etched into the emblem before Lilia could try and reign them both back in.

"Oh crumpets. Silver, Sebek, come on."

"What vile person must this 'Phara' be to kidnap the human?" Sebek ask as they joined the others through the portals.

Silver answered. "I've only met him once, during the summit between RSA and NRC dorm and vice leaders. He and Malleus.... did not get along."

"He didn't get along with Waka-sama!?"

"No. Phara is a prince of a small city a little bit north of Briar Valley." Lilia explained. "He was raised to be very old fashion and on the tales of the hero bests the beast and saves the woman."

"He sees him as a beast!?"

"Yes."

They arrived on the other side of the portal and were greeted by the sounds of a gentle silence of the forest and the calmness of the cottage village in front of them. Malleus and Rollo were already a few feet ahead, as they rushed to join them, someone suddenly stepped in front of the pair.

"Draconia."

"Little Prince."

Phara stood in front of them, brown eyes narrowed at Malleus as his hand rested on the sword at his hip. If it wasn't for his eye color, Rollo might've mistaken Phara for being Silver.

"I assume you and your vile party are here for the princess."

"Call us vile all you want, but we're not the ones who kidnapped her." Malleus glared at Phara. "If I do recall, it was your classmates that did that."

"Count Neige and Sir Che'nya have already had their talk." Phara crossed his arms. "But I will fight you if you've come for her hand."

"I did not come here for a fight, only to retrieve Child of Man." Malleus raised his hand as a green fire appeared in the center of it. "But if you wish to start a battle, so be it."

"Malleus."

"Phara!"

Lilia and an a Ox Beastman stood between the pair before they could start. Rollo found his eyes focused on the beastman as he took in his tall stature and dark skin tone. His horns were visible even against the long and messy locks of his brown hair.

"Ram, kindly move out of the way."

"Lilia, please move to the side."

Lilia sighed. "You know this is the last thing she would want."

Ram easily towered over Phara. "If it weren't for the warning messages I've received from the others, I wouldn't have found out about what was happening."

Phara huffed. "Warning? What could they possibly warn you about?"

"Do you not see the fight you're about to start?"

"I'm not letting her go back with these villains!"

"Phara, what does our dorm represent?"

"....Is this what Riley calls a rhetorical question?"

"Answer."

"True Love."

Ram bent down. "And what are you keeping her from?"

"....She's dating someone?" Phara looks at Malleus. "Him?"

The beastman stepped aside and gestured to Rollo. "Him."

The moment Phara's eyes moved to look at him, Rollo felt the need to honestly knock the man aside and start searching for Yuu without his help.

"...Him?" He squinted at Rollo before straitening up. "Can't be. Why would she be dating someone so.... skinny looking? Hardly a Knight nor a Prince and not even worth the title of a Lord."

Silver and Sebek coughed as Rollo felt his face begin to heat up.

"This is coming from someone so lacking in common sense, he assume we were nothing more than a gaggle of ne'er-do-wells." He snapped. "So lost in your fantasy of saving the helpless damsel that you failed to realize that she is the further from being as such. I've come to return her home from the kidnappers I see before me. Now step aside, this is my last warning."

"....I had assumed you weren't like these miscreants, but you wear their colors as you own."

"Seven Dammit, Phara!" Ram sighed in exaggeration

Rollo felt his magic a lit, but as quickly as it ramped up, it diffused as he spotted someone running towards them. He knew who it was immediately as he opened his arms and accepted Yuu's tackling hug. Rollo steadied the pair of them as he held her tightly.

"Love."

"I missed you, Rolls."

Phara watched them with wide eyes as Ram's shoulders dropped in relief.

"I...do not understand-"

"Phara."

Phara froze as Malleus and Lilia moved aside to allow Tundra to walk between them with crossed arms. Rollo watched with a sense of smugness as the blond stared down the dorm leader.

"H-hello, my everlasting love...."

"Why did Colt come and get me? Have you been causing problems again?"

"N-no-"

"Phara."

"A .... little?"

Tundra sighed as Colt joined Ram's side, the beastman whispered something to the brunet as his tail wrapped around his hip. The blond turned to face Malleus and the others.

"Please forgive him. He takes it very seriously, which is what I love about him, but it also causes problems." Tundra bowed. "I heard the others were doing the same, I may not speak for the others, but I know a lot of us hope you forgive us."

Malleus shook his head. "We're not the ones who you should be apologizing to, Goldsworth." The fae gestured to a still hugging Yuu and Rollo. "They're the ones you inconvenienced the most."

Tundra grabbed Phara's arm and directed the pair of them to the couple.

"I'm sorry, to both of you." Tundra locked his boyfriend into a headlock and forced him to bow with him.

"I-I apologize as well."

Before Rollo could speak, Yuu turned to look at them and everyone could feel the temperature lower a few degrees.

"You pull this shit again and no one is going to fix what I do to you. If Ram wasn't telling me about you and Tundra, I would've beaten your ass black and blue, Phara." Yuu's voice was cold and unforgiving. "You're very lucky you got your vice to vouch for you. Got it?"

"U-Understood."

"Good." She turned back towards Rollo. "Now take me home. If I stay here any longer, someone is getting punched in the face."

"Glad to have you back, Child of Man." Malleus smiled as they went towards the portal.

Remembering what Phara had said earlier, Rollo picked Yuu up effortlessly in a bridal carry and followed the others. Yuu blinked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"What's this for~?"

"I missed you."

"I know you did, but there's something more to this action."

".....He called me skinny."

"Imma beat his ass."

[hollaforlyla]

reuniting after the merge ── ninjago x reader , ft. lloyd garmadon ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

reader has no elemental power. they're self-trained in karate, and have some anger issues lol.

" elemental powers are overrated, i much rather fight with my words n fists...or maybe yk, an old rusty pipe? "

with no idea how or why they ended up here, reader has made it they're mission to get back to their loved ones. no matter the cause.

a/n: tried a new style of writing, prob won't stick with it, just experimenting...finishing dragons rising made me write this at 1am.

"let me get this straight──"

reader watched as a kid, around their age, walk back n forth around them. he had brown, messy hair, a black turtle necked shirt, dusty green cargos and a busted baseball ball over his shoulder.

he rubs the bridge of his nose with his two fingers as he spoke to reader.

"you've been out here, all by yourself for almost 4 months now- you've barely eaten anything──" the reader picks at the rock their sitting on, both listening and zoning out while listening to the boy. "── i find you injured on the side of a mountain, after getting chased by a "dragon", your telling me your looking for the ninja, who are probably dead in my-"

he froze suddenly.

feeling the breeze of the metal knife swift pass his cheek, stabbing the tree trunk close to him...he looks back at reader, locking eyes with their cold, [eye colored], eyes.

"sorry, i forgot you don't like──" he stopped talking. reader cross back their legs and sat comfortably on the rocks again.

"have you not heard of the ninja? you act like this is their first time in a situation like this."

the boy just stared at reader.

"this is ALL of our first time being in a "situation" like this!"

you grunt as you hopped off the rock, making your way to the knife stabbed in the bark of the trunk. with a grunt, reader manages to pull the weapon out and roll their eyes, "whatever── uh, what's your name again?"

the boys eye twitched as he watched reader walk by, back to their previous spot by the rock.

"adam...my name is adam...for the 24th time-"

reader hummed happily, cutting the boy off. "oh yeah! now i remember!"

the boy, named adam, exhaled loudly, however before he could respond, a loud thud was heard a short distance away. reader and adam locked eyes almost immediately after haaring it, worry and fear written all over them.

they thought they lost the dragons, could they have smelt them out? not the point right now, reader. gotta get out of this situation first.

reader grabbed adam by the wrist and pulls them both behind the rock, squatting to hide themselves better.

they two of them peek their head out to see two earth dragons circle around the area not too far from them. they looked more bigger then before.

"what do we do?" adam asked, the two still watching the dragons carefully.

"we fight- duh!"

"excuse me?" adam whisper yells, causing reader to slam their hand over his mouth and duck back down behind the rock. the dragons heads moved to their direction.

adam pulls their hand away harshly, "you cannot be serious, you'll get ripped to shreads and become those beasts tonights dinner!"

reader didn't respond. angry at the point adam could be right. their still injured from their last incounter with the dragons; falling from a mountain top and surprisingly not dead; reader's ankle took a nasty hit.

hurts to walk. nightmare to run.

"you don't even have powers and your ankle is sore, your in no condition to fight two massive beats like dragons!"

"and you have a half broke baseball bat, and a stupid nose ring- your no help either. unless the dragons want a nose piercing!"

"why are you being snappy with me!?"

"you started it!"

"did not!"

"did too!"

"didn't!"

"did!-"

adam now slammed his palm over reader's mouth, hearing the breathing of one of the dragons right behind the rock they were hiding behind.

reader and adam locked widened eyes, unsure what to do right now. is this really how they both die? injured and reader hasn't even completed their mission in finding their friends.

.

.

"hey, nasty!!"

all three, readers, adams, and the earth dragons head spun behind them, seeing a boy dressed in orange and black hair and a girl with pink hair and cat ear headphones.

each of them had marks on, so reader couldn't see how they looked. the boy sounded 14, while the girl sounded 15.

"pick on someone your own size!!"

"arin, that's not the best line to use in this kind of situation!" the girl yelled, seeing the dragon now charge toward the two.

adam and reader watched as the two kids dodged and fought the dragon. standing in their spot dumbfounded; "where did those kids even come from?" adam asked and reader shrugged, "do-do we thank them after? i'm not su-"

reader froze in realization as they watched the fight.

"what?"

"...weren't there two of them?"

feeling hot breath shiver down their backs, the two elder teenagers turned around slowly only to come face to face with the dragons brother.

"dont...move.." adam whispered and reader's eyebrows furrowed; "we're about to get mauled by a giant dragon, and your telling us to not move??"

"don't be stupid. this dragon is blind.." reader locked eyes with the dragon. adam was right. "then what do we do?"

adam paused before speaking up quietly, "slowly...we step away from its face. i don't think it can smell us, so if we move away ever so slowly we will be okay."

and they did just that. the dragons snout got closer n closer to readers face when they began to move to the left slowly. the hot breath of the dragon caused the to cringe.

just as they thought they were in the clear, reader stepped on a twig causing it to snap. they froze hearing the dragon roar and turn its body to reader's direction.

"reader, MOVE!"

not needing to be told twice, reader jumped out of the way as the dragon suddenly attacked with his giant claw. adam got his baseball bat out, picking up a small rock and tossing it in the air, hitting it with the bat, watching it go flying towards the dragons head.

time froze as the rock bounced off the dragons head, adam felt beads of sweat droop down his forehead, and he chuckled nervously.

the dragon's attention was now drawn to adam...who attempted to grab another rock, but he ended up falling backwards, twisting his ankle and he yelped in pain, falling to the floor.

"great." reader spoke to themself, looking around to see if they can find something, anything, to help adam but their mind was scattered left and right.

adam could actually die right in front of their eyes.

do they run? they're ankle hurts like he'll now because of all this movement. fight? with what, adam was right, they don't have any powers. it's a being of great size, they have nothing to fight back with.

"what do you do, what do you do!?"

suddenly a bright, green flash of light caused reader to duck down as a energy ball blasts te dragon off its feet.

"woah!!" both adam and the pink haired girl shouts as adam crawled toward reader and the girl jumped out of the way of the dragon who crashed into his brother the two were currently fighting off.

"awh man, there was a party and nobody invited me?" reader turned their head toward a familair voice. seeing a boy dressed in green land on top of a rock after throwing the energy ball.

"i'm hurt, you guys!" reader couldn't see, but the boy in green had a playful smile under his mask. the two now injured dragons, flee away from the scene to recover...the boy named arin and the pink haired girl watched them fly off.

"yeah, that's right! fly away while you still have wings!"

arin pants has he falls to his knees, catching his breath. his friend, who he called sora during the fight, caught him and smiled fondly.

reader was still looking at the green figure, who's eyes locked with theirs. Adam felt a small tension between this stare off. "reader...are you──"

reader stood up, letting go of adam who watched them walk slowly toward the green boy.

"reader.." the boy in green spoke softly...removing his mask to revel his face.

reader's breath hitched...recognizing the boy immediately.

"reader!" he laughed, sprinting towards them. he dropped his sword mid running and engulfes reader in a tight hug, his hands gently grabbing their hair and his head in the crook of their neck.

"i thought....i'd never see you again!!" his voice cracked as he spoke, tears spilling out of his eyes and down his cheeks.

"lloyd.. is that really-"

the blonde boy pulled away and looked at reader with a sad smile, placeing his forward on theirs and pushed a piece of hair behind their ear.

he nods, humming happily; "it is.."

readers eyes widened, feeling tears form in their eyes buy they buried their face in their long lost lovers shoulder.

while the two had their small reunion, arin and sora walked over to adam who watched the scene unfold. "is your ankle okay?" sora asked the brunette, who looked up at the girl and the boy.

however, arin was smiling at the two ninjas in front of him.

"uh, yeah; just a lil' bit sore.."

"i think i can wrap it up for you, if you want. you can come back with us. looks like lloyd wouldn't be too upset with that idea..." she smiled softly, helping adam up to his feet, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and followed arin who ran toward the two lovers with a happy smile.

[tobiotetsu]

the beast’s beauty

fushiguro toji x f!reader

description: because of your father's mistake, the infamous toji zenin forced you into imprisonment in order to pay his debt. however, what you never expected was to fall in love with the monster he was.

genre: angst, historical au, 18+, mini series

warnings/tags: explicit smut(vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, ) violence, mentions of stockholm syndrome & misogyny, blackmail, character injury, blood, profanity, mdni, grammar mistakes

a/n: to welcome our fav dilf to the jjk screen, here's a little beauty and the best retelling for toji:) reblogs are truly appreciated <3 (taglist: open) (wc:1k)

general masterlist

part one ♕ part two ♕ part three ♕ part four ♕ part five

You never enjoyed the company your father kept. Drunks, assassins, mobsters, gamblers. You would always find yourself pulling him out of taverns in the early hours of 2 to 4 am. Usually, fear would course through women’s veins if they had to enter an establishment of this kind however, that wasn't your case. You were predisposed to bars, and whore houses since you were 10.

Now here, age 22 as you make your way through the liveliest bar in town. The air stank of beer and fresh cigarettes; a smell that you've grown more than used to. Your upbringing was merited to being the only daughter of a single father. Your mother died in childbirth and your father never chose to remarry. When you were younger you thought of it as romantic, but as time went on you saw it for what it really was.

He gained a free pass to hoard whores. Your house doors welcomed a new woman every week. The most motherly advice you gained was how to seduce a man and how to keep your tits perky.

The bar was more full than it usually was. Sweaty bodies stood, all facing the same direction. A poker game was at play. By the looks of the chips stacked in the center, it looked rather intense. Your feet began to move faster as a small anxious feeling nipped at your stomach. Shoving arms and legs, you squeeze into the front of the table.

Two men were sitting at opposite ends of the table. The left side of the table was far more crowded than the right. Women were draped over the man who was seated. A hand covered the majority of his face so all that was in view were his eyes. Dark green eyes shined brightly, even though the mess of dark hair was in front of it.

‘He looked focused’ you thought. He stared ahead, not giving any attention to the women around him. You could see why they were all interested in him. Physically, he was very attractive. His legs were spread out under the table, arms crossed and sat straight. His shirt fit on his body like a glove. His shoulders, chest, and even the muscles on his torso were visible through the cloth.

Before you could notice anything a familiar voice caught your attention. At the other end of the table, you see a familiar ratted navy coat. With a far lonelier crowd, your father was squinting at the four cards in his palm.

“All in” he shouted as he pushed all his chips closer to the dark-haired man.

“Dad!” you jumped to him, clasping your hand on his wrist. As you opened your mouth to protest, a deep voice intercepted.

“Sorry, cap.” was all the man said as he displayed his cards. The faces and noise around you felt dull. Muffled voices and blurry vision were all you had as you watched your father’s cards get trumped by a royal flush.

“How much money did you bet, Dad?” The urgency in your voice was a cover for the panic. He had no money. Whatever money he did earn at his sales job was put towards the tavern and prostitutes. Whatever was left was the sum you had earned at the library.

“Sweet pea, I-I messed up,” there was a shake in your father's voice. One that you had never heard before. “It wasn’t money. Gu- I need to get”

You couldn't understand the slurred speech your father spewed.

“Gu? What are you saying, Dad?” you held your father steady near the back entrance of the building.

“Guns” your body jumped at the sound of another voice joining your conversation. You spun around to be faced with familiar eyes. They look much darker at night. The only thing illuminating the scene was a candle hanging beside the door in between you two.

“He didn’t bet money. Your father owes me guns.”

Your eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

He must be confused with someone else.

In an effort to clear your father's name you turn to him for reassurance, but all you are met with is disappointment.

“Mmm sorry. I sold the guns and I didn’t have anything else to give” Your father's voice fell flat.

“Dad, What are you talking about? Why do you have guns? What are you in?” your hands grasp his arms and shake his drunk body hoping to shake the truth out of him.”

“Your father works for my business. And he fucked up and sold my guns for bitch money.” the man said. His head tilted to the right, allowing for his face to be seen. The first thing you saw was a scar that ran through the right corner of his mouth. He was taller than you assumed he was. As he inched towards you his size grew.

“What do you want?” your voice dripped in fear.

“Well, your father here, he bet me something to act as a placeholder, till I get my guns.” he fished in his pockets as he spoke those chilling words. He retrieved a small syringe from his pocket.

Your worried eyes turned to your father but before you could protest, rough hands brushed your lips, pressing your mouth shut. You felt your skin break as a cool needle was stuck in your neck. Tears welled up in your eyes as your fear was confirmed.

You felt your own body turning into mush, your muscles stopped protesting the man's actions and started to skin into him. Your back hit his chest and your head rolled onto his shoulder. With what little power you had you flailed your limbs, but all of your efforts were met with failure.

You couldn't hear anymore, couldn't distinguish voices. Couldn't yell and scream at your father for pimping you like a whore to a beast. You didn't know whose voice it was but you were hoping their word was true, as those were the last words that you heard before you blacked out.

“I'll take care of you, I promise.”

[ jjk gen taglist: @meepmoop12w @thepsychicartist ]

[meowmeowriley]

"Why'd the soldier run into the demo site before it went down?"

Soap sighed, throwing a long suffering glance to his Lieutenant. He shifted his grip on his rifle. He could pretend he didn't hear the man but... either morbid curiosity or masochism won out. He wasn't sure which. "Why?"

"To C-4 himself."

"Awful."

"More?"

"As if you'd stop if I said 'no'." Years of practice kept a smile off his face. In all the time Soap had known Ghost, the man's sense of humor had remained steadfastly terrible.

Their unit advanced. Ghost and Soap were in the lead, spread far enough to need comms to talk, but close enough to signal one another if need be. Their men fanned out behind them.

"You hear 'bout the microwave incident on base?" Ghost's voice had taken on an ethereal quality.

Glancing over again, Soap spared a moment to admire the other man's silhouette against the muted orange glow filtering through the trees. He deftly stepped over branches and around trees. Rifle at the ready. Always ready.

Soap had missed this. Missed him. Missed them.

Soap hadn't blown up a microwave for fun in much too long. He hadn't had time, too desperate to fix things. Things were fixed. He'd need to change that when they got back. "Go on."

"Lost two kernels in a popcorn explosion."

"Tragic. Your jokes are painful, Lt."

"I'm just warming up."

Good. "That's a worrying statement."

"'Fraid of a good time, Johnny?"

"Afraid your jokes'll be the death of me."

"You could only hope so."

Trees and branches created illusory enemies as the trudged through the wood, but their trained eyes and steel nerves kept their small platoon from panicking. Sure-footed, they kept searching.

Soap offered one of his own. "What do you call an officer who spends too much time at the head?"

"What?"

"A loo-tenant."

"Not bad." A pause, Soap had just begun to soak in the praise when Ghost continued. "Not good either."

"Fucker. Yours're no better."

"I'm much better."

You are. "Keep telling yourself that."

"Why's there no winning a war with zombies?"

"Ghost." Soap's warning fired off nearly unbidden. He didn't like where this joke was headed. Behind him he heard one of his men misstep, a twig snapping. Perhaps the cause of his warning had been mistaken.

"Cause it's dead even."

"No. Too topical, Ghost. Don't like that one."

Minute crackling from the smoldering world around them filled the uncomfortable silence that followed his outburst.

"Lighten up, Johnny." Easy for him to say.

"I'll try, Sir."

"Heard the Navy is the most religious military branch. 'Parently they love a good warship."

***

Why did they have to use comms? Why did they have to keep that thing around?

The Sergeant was a freak, but at least he was still human. Still alive.

"Hnnnnnnggggrrrrrrraaaaahh." The fucking monster that had once been their Lieutenant moaned, scratchy and split. It traveled through the smoke unnaturally, fraying the nerves of the men it led.

"Go on."

"Rrrrrah arrrrrrrrnnnnnn."

"Tragic. Your jokes are painful, Lt."

It still moved like a man, from a distance you'd never know.

But the sounds. Why did they keep it? It was one of them.

"Eyuhm. Mruuuuaaammm."

"That's a worrying statement."

Why the hell did the fucking thing moan into comms? Why did the Sergeant respond like it was talking? Why did they all have to pretend they weren't being led to their deaths by a fucking Zombie and a mutant who'd lost his mind?

"No. Too topical, Ghost. Don't like that one."

MacTavish's snap quieted the monster for a moment. Holy shit he could breath again.

"Ahhmff. Ohnneeee."

"I'll try, Sir."

The beast began to moan again, it floated back to them, broken bloodied nails against his nerves. It crackled through their comms. It was destroying him. "I can't fucking take this anymore!"

Both freaks rounded on him. He leveled his gun at the former Lieutenant.

"Corporal Evans, what the fuck?" Sergeant MacTavish snarled. Green eyes mutely glowing.

"That fucking thing keeps moaning. He's dead, he's one of them! Why are we pretending he isn't?"

The Sergeant was moving before Evans could even blink. Evans fired off a shot but it went wide, nowhere near his target, as the Sergeant laid hands on him.

Green smoke emanated from the mutant, eyes glowing fiercely as he threw Evans into a tree and held him there. Pain in his collar bone and a loud crack told him it had been broken.

The Sergeant barked something at him, but his ears were ringing too loudly and his mind was clouded. He must've hit his head against the tree.

***

"Heard a shot, boys. Report."

"Evans lost his damn mind and took a shot at Ghost." Soap spat. He was ready to rip the Corporal limb from limb, the traitor would deserve it.

"He hit?"

A hand landed on his shoulder. A bloodied skeleton print glove, missing the ring finger and revealing grayed flesh and blood caked under the nail.

Toxic green met milky white. Ghost's eyes still conveyed such intense emotions. He was worried about the shot and yelling giving away their position. He was feigning indifference to being targeted. He was angry about Soap losing his head.

"Ohnee. Rauhghh."  Ghost's voice echoed within Soaps mind as well. 'Johnny. Cool it.'

"Ghost's fine. Shot missed."

"Hhhnnnnaowww."

Soap rolled his eyes and dutifully translated for the others. "Apparently I just broke Evans's collar bone."

Price grunted before ordering. "Right. Bring him back in one piece, he'll be dealt with later."

Two of the others had stepped up. Zip-cuffs and duct tape in hand. There'd be no more outbursts from Evans, then.

"He probably got heated because you're not translating for us, Soap. I'm missin' his comedy gold." Gaz piped up.

Ghosts exposed mouth was one of the benefits to his condition, he refused to use a different mask since the incident. His slack, broken jaw didn't stop him from smiling.

"Hnnh hnnhh huaaaaaarrrrrnnnnnghuhh."

Soap closed his eyes and centered himself. Things had been so touch and go for so long. Theyd kept Ghost caged because they didn't know they could still trust him. No one could hear him. When The Director had offered to change that, in exchange for Soap participating in a few experiments, he'd jumped on it. Hearing the man in his own mind now, he could never regret it. Even if the damn respirator on his face could never be removed.

" 'Picasso used to drive a tank. Was known for art-illery.' Sure you want me to keep translating?"

"Terrible, Sir."

"Fucking hell, Simon, that was bad."

A few of the men around them laughed or chuckled. None would look either officer in the eye though.

"I was trying to save you all." Soap said before taking his position back up and letting his men handle Evans.

They resumed their advance through the smoldering wood.