#Brick Howser

[skysensei07]

Lego 2k Drive apocalypse AU: Big Butte county

Ever since things took a turn for the worse for Bricklandia, many of the biomes that were once great locales to race, have now become incredibly dangerous due to the increase of violence. For Big Butte, not only did they had to face violent riots everyday. but also, continuous Sandstorms, falling rocks & the looming threat of food poisoning since most of its restaurants have been ransacked. then there's the matter of the other threats. Which has grown substantially thanks to the Skull baron: a mysterious figure that wears a skull above their face. there's also the astral smoke which can through any nook & cranny around Big butte, piles and piles of rotten pastry strewn about, some even getting into the river making it a major hazard. and then there's the little town behind the giant stone monument. which has become a magnet for continuous violence and crime.

in order to prevent the biomes from intertwining with each other, Clutch and a group of people his have created gates that can only be unlocked via artifacts belonging to each marauder. unlocking the gate is easy enough, but getting each artifact though is arguably the hardest part of the task.

The Friendly Dust-devil

Real name: Chip Howser

Threat class: C

Track: Dust Devil Dome

Gate key: Rusty Wrench

Even before the apocalypse happened, Chip has always been a really kind person at heart, in spite of how dim witted he was with all of his terrible ideas. however, he also had a bit of an inferiority complex as well, being the son of Brick howser, he always saw himself as not being good enough to be a part of her mother's legacy. so, when the apocalypse began and her mother had mysteriously disappeared, it was here, that he knew he had to put his best foot down if he wanted to protect everyone from big butte's dangers. as well as avenge his mother for who Z presumably did something to her.

The Disgraced frontier

Real name: Dr. Jette fastro

Threat class: A

Track: Astral Smoke Research Facilities

Gate key: Fastro's old helmet

Dr. Jette Fastro was one of the best scientists Big butte ever had, from time-traveling, studying rocket science and even Racing. with a track record like that, she clearly had a bright career ahead of her. but then the incident happened and before she knew it, everything she had was taken away from her. Fastro could not accept this reality, she really couldn't. so, in a desperate bid get her old life back, she started a new project that researched into gas and medication, days later she finally completed her big project, it was called Astral smoke. a painkiller type smoke that if inhaled can help relieve their stress and make them forget their problems. little did she know however, was that it had major side effects to it. such as hallucinations or making someone lose their sense of empathy. even becoming sociopathic. unfortunately, Fastro was too far gone in her delusions to realize this. having tested the smoke on herself. as a result, she became a heartless, uncaring woman that spreads Astral smoke wherever she went.

El Diablo De Las Especias

Real name: Fernando swerve

Threat class: B

Track: Drive-thru Danger

Gate key: Bottle of Extreme hot sauce

If there was one thing people would call Fernando swerve. it would be passionate and compassionate. but one thing people never called him was crazy and obsessed. ever since he and Maple Barr broke up and his recipes had become bland and mild, Fernando slowly became obsessed with spice, wanting something that could give flavor to his mouth. so much so that he even resorted to genetically alter various peppers to make them even more spicier. eventually when the apocalypse began, he figured that he might as well share his new spices to everyone in the county. before people knew it, fernando was serving them up hot on plates like wildfire. and for everyone who consumed these spice induced recipes, it literally felt like a wildfire was going on in their stomachs. but he didn't care if people's mouths were on fire, he didn't care if his customers couldn't take it, all it mattered to him was that his food had actual taste again.

The Rotten baker

Real name: Maple Barr

Threat class: A

Track: Rotten glaze river

Gate key: prized ribbon

Maple has always been a really sweet & hard-working woman ever since she was born. I mean she was raised well by her grandparents who took her in, got to achieve her dream of being the owner of her own Bakery as well as her own racing career, and eventually fell in love with the greatest chef she's ever met with Fernando swerve. nothing could go wrong with this, right? Except it did, she ended up breaking up with swerve due to both of them allegedly cheating on one another, she was also fired from her own business due to misconduct and was replaced with a more younger manager. it became too much for her, and later on, when riots in bricklandia were just getting heated, Maple Barr now enraged, created a pastry mix that consisted of less than fresh ingredients. she came back to her bakery and without warning, unleashed this rotten mix into the batter and somehow created a chain reaction that turned the bakery into a huge pile of rotten pastry. during this, she's also saved the last box of donuts she made before her firing. since then, maple was bent on protecting the last batch of donuts from anyone who try to get their grubby hands on them. even if she has to get her hands dirty.

Note: the red stuff on her Knife is actually strawberry jam, in case you're curious

The Intergalactic enforcer

Real name: Hugh mann

Threat class: A

Track: G.M.B (Grey Menn Base)

Gate key: parking sign

Trying to be accepted is one thing, but trying to cope with the apocalypse is another thing entirely. this was the case for Hugh mann, a benevolent alien who just wanted to be accepted for who he was but was given odd stares wherever he went. this made him anxious and uneasy towards those he's interacted with. he even felt like some people were stalking him at every turn, especially Fastro who does not trust him at all. when the apocalypse came, he tried to remain peaceful and humble as much as he could. but eventually like everyone else, he sadly snapped under pressure. unable to handle the stress anymore, he decided to take matters into his own hands and created a group called "The G.M" (Grey Menn) to try and at least quell the riots as much as possible. but while this goal started out quite noble at first, as time went on, the G.M started to use more violent measures in order the quell these riots, from laser gates, stun blasters to even using astral smoke in order to calm them down. as for Hugh himself, he isn't doing so well either, as with each passing day, becoming more violent and paranoid with each different threat his crew has to deal with. not realizing that he's become the very thing he tried to stop. so, whether people like it or not, he'll always be watching their every move no matter what the cost is.

The Skull baron

Real name: [UNKNOWN]

Threat class: A

Track: Skull fort

Gate key: Pipe wrench

No one knows where the Skull baron came from. some say he was a disgraced racer that came back for vengeance, others say he's a criminal that's escape from jail and created the group just to cause chaos. but some say he's the legendary stunt pilot Brick Howser herself. but regardless of what people say, when Brick Howser disappeared that day, the Skull baron came out to play. and boy he really plays rough. if there were three words that described him, it would be ruthless, fearsome and determined. equipped with a machete and an entire army of scavengers backing him up. he's considered one of the most dangerous marauders of Bricklandia, and for good reason, if there was something that they needed, then he'll get it through any means necessary. if there was someone that needed to be taken care of, he does it without hesitation. however, as of now, there is something (or someone) that he always hesitates on everytime they make contact, that being The Friendly Dust-devil himself: Chip Howser. no one knows why he keeps avoiding him, but if the theory regarding Brick Howser is true. then family bonds are bound to strain even further.

[taran-chan]

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the blues and then purple-pink skies Thena/Gilgamesh; Oneshot; AU

A sequel to "time, mystical time" It’s been a month since their first conversation on the bus, how are Thena and Gilgamesh doing?

Sprite

Sprite looks at her watch then pokes her head inside Thena’s office.

“Doctor, there are a few more outpatients waiting.”

Thena looks up, narrowing her eyes at her for a moment, then says, “Liar.”

“Yep, just bluffing with ya,” she grins, “Let’s go have dinner.”

They quickly change and go to the elevator, Sprite walks with a spring on her steps all the way. She doesn’t have night duty today, and because they’re both tired of cafeteria food so they decide to eat out. While they’re waiting for the elevator, she notices Thena typing away on her phone. With a knowing look, she harrumphs loudly.

“Sooooo… Aren’t you going to meet with your detective today?”

Thena’s reaction is better than she expected. She turns the screen away, pretending to check the ends of her hair and avoiding Sprite’s eyes.

“He has to work today.”

“But he will be here after work?” She blinks innocently, “And you’re texting to tell him your work is done so he can come anytime?”

“Shut up,” Thena makes a beeline inside the metal box as soon as it opens. Lucky for Sprite, there isn’t anyone else but them so she gets the chance to be cheeky with her mentor for a little longer.

“You two have gone on like, what, three dates? How are you still not going home with each other?”

“Sprite!”

“What?” She laughs.

“Those…are not dates. We simply went to eat together, the last time you were there too.”

“God, stop lying to yourself,” Sprite rolls her eyes, “If the waiter hadn’t brought our food out in time, you would have sucked on each other’s faces.”

“I’m still your mentor, you know,” Thena crosses her arms, “Watch your language.”

“Yeah, yeah, Doctor.”

They’re about to go out when Thena finds out she’s left her car keys behind, so Sprite waits in the lobby while she runs back to her office. The life of a first-year resident isn’t really a blast so recently she’s been investing in the love life of her mentor, the most feared and also the best doctor in neurosurgery at Eternal, with the Scotland Yard detective as intimidating as a bear, whom she heard that Thena met at a bus station or something about a month ago.

He doesn’t make a good first impression on her, really, standing like a threatening statue in front of the hospital to wait for Thena. However, he’s considerably less intimidating after the time he stopped by when Thena was doing surgery, bringing loads of food that he bought for her. He asked Sprite not to tell Thena that those are from him, probably out of embarrassment. Sprite agreed but since Gilgamesh - his name, made the mistake of calling her “Doogie Howser” because of her hair and her size, she doesn’t feel guilty at all when she deliberately dropped some of those sweets inside her snack stash.

Sprite looks up from her phone momentarily to see the ER doctor rushing a gurney through the front door. There’s a man with his head bandaged and wearing a neckbrace on it. The paramedic guy is filling the doctors in, “...50 years old. There was a drug bust. He was chasing a suspect when he got hit on his head with a brick.”

As they pass Sprite, she can see the face on the gurney clearly. His eyes are closed, one side of his face is bloody, swollen, but she still recognizes who he is. Her fingers are numb and stiff when she makes the call.

“Thena? You better come down here quickly.”

Ikaris

“On my count! One, two, three!” Ikaris commands and they lift the patient out of the gurney and onto the bed. He’s so big that they need another two ER doctors and two male nurses to help carry him. Ajak comes over to hang an I.V. bottle for him while Ikaris bends down and calls, “Detective. Detective! Do you know where you are?”

When he doesn’t get a response, he presses his knuckles down on Gilgamesh's sternum for a sternum rub and repeats, louder this time, “Detective Gilgamesh! Can you hear me? Detective Gilgamesh!”

He lets out a sigh of relief when the other man’s chest lightly rumbles and he exhales, “I heard you. I heard you,” he licks his dry lips before continuing, “I’m in Eternal hospital, right?”

“That’s right,” Ikaris says, starting to check his neck, “Is your neck hurt?”

“No, it’s fine.”

The doctor gets his flashlight to check Gilgamesh’s pupils, he’s about to order a CT scan when a ghostly figure dashes into the ER. The people who are standing around Gilgamesh's bed startle as Thena gracefully get into Ikaris’ place, slipping her hand into the detective’s hand on his side.

“Thena, what are you…” Ikaris begins his protest but stops halfway because Ajak puts her hand on his shoulder. She shakes her head.

“Can you hear me?” Thena asks with a gentle voice that no one there has heard her speak to another grown man, “Gil? Can you hear me?”

Ikaris sees the detective crack a very small smile, then opens his eyes for the first time.

“Thena,” he says simply, and that name makes his smile grow bigger.

“I’m here,” Thena replies, “Can you lift your left arm?”

Their eyes are glued to the patient’s arm, large and tough but a little shaky, slowly rising a few inches from the bed.

“Can you close your right hand?” Thena continues and Ikaris hears Ajak’s sad sigh at her breaking voice. She knows Thena has been seeing someone, of course she does. And even though she has never met him, she’s sure that he’s a good man through Sprite’s words, and she is also aware of Thena’s affection for him because she has noticed all the texting and smiling during meal times and breaks. And it’s only increased over the last month. The doctor thinks she’s subtle but she really isn’t.

Gilgamesh stretches out the hand that has been holding hers, then closes it with an utter gentle squeeze, in a way that Ikaris suspects he deliberately reduces the pressure so as not to hurt Thena’s slender hand, for his thumb right now is evenly rubbing on her knuckles. Thena closes her eyes, nodding to herself, her eyebrows knit together as if to stop her from crying. Their surroundings fall into stunned silence, hypnotized by that sight and snap awake when the patient speaks.

“Don’t make that face. I’ll be back on my feet in no time,” he smiles, “I’m in good hands.”

Thena bites her lower lip hard and nods again. She turns to Ikaris, all emotions nearly vanish from her face and she seems completely calm and together, “Let’s do a CT scan.”

“Yeah, okay,” Ikaris says mechanically. Ajak hints at everybody else to leave, giving Thena and Gilgamesh their deserved privacy. On their way to the CT Scan room, Ikaris voices his question.

“That man, is he her…?”

“Yeah, I think he is,” Ajak smiles. He has a feeling that what she’s thinking isn’t quite the same as what he’s thinking.

Kingo

Kingo finds Thena on a bench outside the ICU, staring at her open hands on her lap and looks like she’s lost in her thoughts. He steps up and sits next to her, silently putting a can of milk coffee into her hands. He pops open his own can, takes a sip then asks.

“How is he?”

“He has a subdural hematoma on the right side,” Thena sighs, “but thankfully the bleeding isn’t too bad. His skull is fractured, however I don’t think he needs surgery at the moment.”

“Even so, let’s just keep him in there and monitor him for the next few days,” Kingo suggests, “In case the bleeding gets worse.”

“I know.”

“Is he sleeping?”

“Just now. I talked with him earlier. He’s a bit drowsy because of his head trauma and all of the chasing and fighting tonight.”

“Don’t worry too much,” he pats slightly on her back, painfully stiff because of tonight’s events, “He’ll be right as rain. We’ll keep a close eye on him, so close that I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t file a complaint when he checks out.”

She doesn’t reply, but her expression is more relaxed and she opens her coffee can. She takes a sip, reading what is written on the can and frowning, “What is this? No caffeine?”

“Duh? Are you planning to stay awake all night or what?” Kingo looks at her once, then shakes his head, “Go home, Thena. There are doctors on duty here. Look, I’ll drive you to your apartment and then I’ll be back here right away. I won’t let anything happen to him.”

She starts picking at the can lid, a sign which shows that she’s torn, half-convinced but still worries about the man who’s lying in the ICU with his head bandaged.

Kingo presses on, “Don’t you have surgery in the morning? If you don’t want to go home, at least go to your office to get some shut-eye. Sprite already left some food in there if you’re hungry.”

“I still want to make sure,” Thena says, her voice as faint as a whisper, “That he’ll open his eyes again.”

“Leave that to me. You need to sleep,” Kingo insists, getting up and nudging Thena with him, “I’ll take you to your office. Please, do it for the sake of this longtime friend.”

Finally, exhaustion wins. They go back to her office and Thena lies down on her couch while Kingo settles for the chair by her desk. He flips open the small reading lamp and lets Thena lie in the dark. He refuses to leave when he can still see her eyes wide open, examining the ceiling.

“Back then, at the ICU,” she suddenly says, her eyes never turning away from the dark space above, “Seeing him lying there, do you know what I was thinking?”

“What?”

“If I had known this would happen to him, I would have told him how I feel sooner.”

Two days ago, Gilgamesh asked her to be his girlfriend through a call. Or at least that’s what she told Kingo, the truth is that it could be sooner. Thena said she needed some time to think, and Kingo didn’t know anything further than that, but now it looks like the guy hasn’t received any answers from her.

“That’s exactly why I told you to go ahead and date him.”

“If you’re here only to say ‘I told you so’, then fuck off,” Thena pushes herself up, and Kingo is close to panic when he finds tears fill her eyes, so much that his brain immediately starts thinking of something else to say, anything at all, just to get that look off her face. He only saw her cry a handful of times. The last time was many years ago, when she first witnessed her patient die after an operation. He didn’t see her cry even when she got cheated on, instead she made the son of a bitch cry like a baby, literally. It doesn’t take him long to put two and two together and realize Thena is head over heels for that sweet detective.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean any of that,” Kingo walks to the couch when she lies down again, turning her back to him. He sits down on the floor, pulling the thin blanket over her shoulders, “Let’s be patient for a few more days, then give him the best ‘get well soon’ gift ever, yes?”

Thena

Eventually, sleep grabs her at some point in the night and she jolts awake when her daily alarm rings at 6 am. Kingo left long ago and she’s alone in her office. She takes a shower then puts on a new scrub and her blouse to fend off the morning chilly before making her way back to the ICU. Gil is still fast asleep, though it seems he’s been moving around because one of his arms pokes out of the blanket, hanging off the bed. He’s snoring slightly as she steps in. She lifts his arm up and covers it again, yet it’s so warm she has a hard time letting it go. She smiles. Kingo was right, he’ll be alright. She’ll make sure of it, since she has something important to tell him.

After a second of hesitation, she shyly runs her hand through his soft hair, blushing when he stirs and unconsciously leans towards her touch. She’s been wanting to do so for some time, and if she’s honest with herself, maybe from the moment their eyes met on that bus.

“Thena?”

She pauses her moves abruptly. Her heart beats wildly in her chest, she looks down and finds he’s staring right at her.

“Thena?” He repeats, smiling dreamily.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” She forces herself to stay put despite her instinct to run away in embarrassment. But this is Gil and he’s nothing like she expected. In the best way.

“I’m so sleepy,” he breathes out, rubbing his eyes like a boy, “Like, very very sleepy. But it’s nice for you to drop by.”

“I wanted to check on you,” she bites her lips to hold her laugh. She didn’t think she’ll get to see Gil sleepy and goofy from painkillers this soon.

“Can you hold this for me?” He stretches his arm towards her.

“What do you have there?” She frowns, worrying that he might pull the I.V. string or wires from the monitor in his sleep. But he only drops his hand into hers, letting her hold the entire weight of it.

“I’m so happy, Jagiya,” he beams blissfully, but sighs right after, “I’ve missed you, you know? I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to see me again after I asked if I could be your boyfriend. But I’m so happy now because you’re here because I like you a lot, like, a lot, a lot, a lot.”

“You do?” Thena asks. She can’t help it. She doesn’t realize their fingers have weaved into each other until he pulls them up to look.

“More than you see,” he slurs.

“I don’t know, I think I just got a few ideas of it,” she tilts her head, moving some of her hair behind her ear. Gil sighs wistfully again when she does that.

“You’re so beautiful, Jagiya. So amazing and gorgeous and beautiful that I want to cry,” he pouts as if to demonstrate it, “I never want you to leave.”

“Don’t cry. I’m here, I’m right here,” she assures him, and fully intends to do so for at least half an hour until the others start coming in and she has to leave for her morning rounds. He keeps their clasped hands to his chest like it’s his most favourite thing on earth.

“I’m so sleepy, Jagiya,” he makes a huge yawn.

“Sleep, Gil,” Thena chuckles, “We’ll talk later. I promise.”

“Can you kiss me goodnight?” He asks, catching her off guard, and then does what she can only call the most persuasive puppy eyes she’s ever seen, even the cutest kids in Pediatrics can’t perfect it like him. As much as she wants to save their first kiss until he’s back to total health, she doesn’t think she can deny him. She doesn’t think she can deny him anything. So she looks around, making sure the hall outside is still empty, then bends down and touches her lips to his, only long enough so he can feel it.

“Now sleep.”

Gil closes his eyes obediently, murmuring, “I like you a lot, a lot, a lot, Jagiya,”

“I like you too. A lot,” she replies, but he’s drifted off.

Gilgamesh

He wakes in the early morning, snow is blinding the view outside the windows. His head mostly recovered and the incident four days ago feels like weeks away, even though he only left the ICU two days ago. His recovering speed is pretty fast, now he can walk around with his I.V. pole to buy himself drinks and does his own hygiene. Thena doesn’t waste any moment to move him into a VIP hospital room in Eternal. She states that he doesn’t need to worry about the fee, and just focuses on doing his best to recover. And he’d rather go back to the ICU than protest.

He starts having visitors. His colleagues and some of his friends stop by during the day and Sersi always shows up before and after work, bringing him food. But the person he’s longed to meet only walks in very early in the morning or very late in the evening, depending on her busy schedule. And since he’s barely awake at those hours, they haven’t exchanged more than a few sentences. She hasn’t given him an answer about whether or not she wants them to move forward either, but he can’t figure out the right time to ask. Has she forgotten? He doesn’t think so, however he thinks about telling her again, face to face this time. He’s prepared to accept her answer, whatever it’s gonna be. But his guts tell him that it won’t be so bad, if the last few days could be seen as some kind of proof. He doesn’t know if he dreamt it or not but once or twice, when he was about to fall asleep, he thinks she kissed him on the forehead, as light and soft as a feather’s touch.

Now, when he’s stable enough to really think about it, another image pops up in his head: him clutching at Thena’s hand and asking for a kiss, and then she kisses him. But that’s impossible, right? Simply impossible because he would never behave in such an inappropriate way. Begging for a kiss?? From her?? He lets out a groan.

“Gil?”

He turns to his right so fast that he feels lucky he didn’t pull any of his neck muscles. Thena is sitting right there, on a chair next to his bed, in her full work attire with scrub and blouse. Her hair cascaded down over one of her shoulders, an open book on her lap, and she’s glorious despite the small frown caused by his groan.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, really, it’s just that my arm has fallen asleep,” he’s fast to deflate her worries. No matter how confused he is right now, he’s still glad to see her, “What time is it?”

She looks at the watch on her wrist, “6 am.”

“It’s early, why are you already here?”

“I have surgery at 8 so I came early to prepare,” she shrugs, “I have some spare time so I let myself in here because it’s quieter than down there. Is that alright?”

“More than alright. You’re welcome here anytime, Doc, even if I was snoring,” He places his hands on the mattress to sit up. Thena quickly closes her book, getting up to adjust his pillow and tuck back his blanket unnecessarily.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better and better every day. Nothing hurts anymore, and my alertness is back. I’m wide awake for the first time in the last few days,” he leans back, hooking his forefinger with her pinkie, “Thank you.”

“That’s my job,” she smiles sadly, “But you gave me quite a scare, nonetheless.”

“That’s one of the annoying bits in my line of work. But still, I’m sorry for scaring you, I’ll try to be more careful,” he switches his forefinger with his pinkie as well, “And I’m lucky that I have the best doctor in London looking out for me.”

That earns him a small laugh from her. She has an adorable laugh, even more so when he makes her laugh out loud or giggle. That gives Gil the courage to make up his mind and call out, “Thena?”

“Yes?” Her sharp green eyes shift to him and his stomach does a somersault.

“While I was in the ICU, did you ever stop by in the morning?”

“I did. Once.”

Gil feels his heartbeat increasing in record time when he continues, “Was I asleep or awake then? My memory is a little fuzzy, sorry.”

She rubs a lock of hair between her fingers and says, “You were asleep.”

“And I didn’t say anything to you?”

She shakes her head, “Why? You think you said something?”

“It’s weird, I could have sworn that…”

“Yes?”

Gil runs a hand over his burning face, then sighs eventually, “I’ll tell you later then.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

He sees her press the back of her hand on her cheek, discreetly hiding a smile. He’s desperate to change the subject when she suddenly asks, “What’s Jagiya?”

For some reason, that word rings the alarms in his head. Gil clears his throat, no doubt that his face is as red as a tomato and most likely would start letting out steam if this keeps going.

“It’s a term of endearment, like honey, darling, or baby,” he squeaks.

“Oh,” she says simply, lowering her head and flipping open her book again.

“Wh…Where did you hear that?” He asks suspiciously.

“Ajak has been watching this K-drama series at lunch hours and yesterday I heard the term was spoken after the name of a character,” she explains naturally. He just stares at her while she gradually holds up her book until it blocks her face from his. She peers at him over the edge of the book.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he says, turning away to look out of the window. As the memories rush back to him, his heart rate is so fast he feels a bit dizzy, and Thena is truly a terrible, terrible liar.

Phastos

At 7 pm, Phastos takes the elevator to the VIP floor. He has dinner plans with Thena and when he can’t find her in her office, he knows where to go in an instant. She’s been spending a lot of time up there recently, which means Phastos is defenseless in front of the ever-curious interns, who always ambush him during breaks or meal times to get information about the doctors in Eternal. Like any good doctor, he hopes that the detective recovers as soon as possible, and what harm does it make if his reasons are a bit personal?

He manages (begs) to keep Thena with him at lunch hours and not disappear upstairs, but she really needs to come back and scare those interns into their place before the vein in his head pops (Thena will give him a lecture if he uses that expression in front of her - a neurologist).

There’s a woman standing outside Gilgamesh’s room, who Phastos can tell is his younger sister on first look. A bag that probably contains his dinner is at her feet but she seems uninterested in entering the room, but more like peering through the ajar door. She looks up when he approaches and gives him a bashful smile, “Good evening, Doctor.”

“Evening,” Phastos smiles back, “You’re Gilgamesh’s sister, right? Why don’t you go inside?”

“Yes, I’m Sersi. I brought dinner for him but I think I should wait here for a while, I don’t want to disturb them.”

“I reckon that his doctor is in there as well?”

“She is,” Sersi nods, stepping aside so Phastos can move closer and look inside. His eyes almost fall out when he finds Thena on a chair by Gilgamesh’s bed, reading aloud from a novel, while her beloved patient lays back on his pillow, watching her read and dear lord, they’re even holding hands.

“I love your voice,” he comments.

“Quiet. This is my favourite part,” she scolds, but there isn’t any real annoyance in it. They look at each other, taking each other in for a long, long moment, and their eyes answer everything that Phastos and Sersi ever questioned about their relationship.

Then, Thena resumes her reading, still holding her book with one hand, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“I see your point,” Phastos grunts. So much for a dinner buddy.

“Maybe we should come back later,” Sersi suggests, “If you don’t need to see her right away.”

“I don’t, really, it’s nothing,” Phastos chuckles, “In fact, how about we head to our drink station downstairs and I’ll buy something for you? Then we could think of being the third and fourth wheel. I’m Phastos, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. And I think that’s a good idea,” Sersi laughs. They pull the door shut and leave the room that is now fluttering with pink hearts.

[estradasphere]

Piggies - Jason's Beatle homage continues! This version was done sans Timb's mandolin because he felt that it was not tuned correctly and would therefore disgrace the memory of Paul. He's dead, you know. Additional snorks courtesy of John. In place of the mandolin, Timb whistled the parts. It gave a very reflective, "I'm in my garden/Andy Griffith" feel to it that was nice. Don't Stop Me Now - This was originally a very bad Queen song… but in the hands of Estradasphere it becomes a very BADASS song. During this song John leapt off the stage, tackled one of my friends, jumped on the bar, hugged the bartender, picked up adrianna while she was still in her chair, and harrassed Chris in the sound booth, ALL THE WHILE SINGING THE SONG. Walk Like an Egyptian Come Out N' Play Doogie Howser Take on Me Material girl - ha ha. This band can do no wrong. ENCORE - GARAGE-ASPHERE!!!!! After John's "Don't Stop Me Now", Tim explained to the audience that what had just happened with John running around and messing with everyone in the bar gave the performance a "GBV" or "Garage Band Vibe." Apparently this is bad to do all the time. But the band does not do that all the time. And for their first encore, they came out and totally fucked shit up old school, just like a band messing around in their garage would do. John got on guitar and started playing a funk riff, Timb got on bass and popped out some fat ones, Jason got on drums and beat the shit out of them, and THEO got on the mic and started making shit up. And then, in quite possibly the funniest thing I will see this year, I saw Tim attempt to play Timb's violin, then his trumpet, and finally John's sax. To call it a joyful noise would be an understatement. And then, after that was over, I called out "METAL!!!!!!" which may or may not have prompted the band to launch into a SILENT ELK MEDLEY!!! Yes, friends, Jason picked up that there metal gee-tar and played some pretty hot lixx. The garage spirit refused to die, and then the song turned into these other classics of rock: Crazy Train - I literally shit a brick and cursed myself for not betting my friends money that they would've played this. Back in Black - Theo once again took vocals! He was so excited when he heard Jason play the part that he got up from the drums and grabbed the mic! The quick-thinking John hopped on the drums and they were off. Theo ripped it up, and had the band laughing so hard that they all passed out (Tim fell off the stage at one point) and the night ended with them dogpiling on each other on the stage. Followed with apologies to us homophobic Texans. All in all, an awesome night. The band was having fun, and made us all laugh ourselves to hyperventilation and groove groove groove. A good warm up, I suppose, for the Odessa show, which I was expecting to have even less of a turnout than San Antonio, but who'da thunk it? Tomorrow is the Austin SXSW, which will be short, sweet, and taped by MTV. This band can do no wrong. Each time I see them they outdo themselves and always always remind me of why I fell in love with them in the first place. There's still plenty of magic left in THIS relationship, believe you me.

part of a review from 03/11/2003

[theotakulifechoseme]

I love this blog to death oml💖 it is I the Four Dorks!Anon yet again how would the honorary four dorks(Hendy,Howzer,Gilthunder and Ban) react to an S/O who is more forward, outgoing and slightly pervy not meliodas level of pervy but like not maybe not so vanilla maybe more Lime level and is more comfortable with perverted talk and it takes a lot more for her to blush. (take your time with this since it’s a bit long!)

I actually had to wait to get on my crappy laptop before I could even do this //brick. Cause writing long things on mobile sucks. Also, the thing about tods (male foxes) is actually true. They’re promiscuous fuckers that have more than one partner. Vixens, on the other hand, stay with the same tod regardless of how many partners he may have.

-Mama Nidiot

Hendrickson:

Hendrickson was thrown for a loop the moment [Name] grabbed his butt so casually as if they did every day while he was giving out orders to the younger Knights, his face taking on a pink hue as he swatted their hand away. Maybe it’s a one-time thing? Nope. He couldn’t have been even more wrong when they came up behind him and hugged him tightly around his middle.

“Hendy~ You’re so skilled with your sword~” they teased, pressing against him while softly running their fingertips over his abdomen.

“[Name], please not now…” he huffed, tightly closing his eyes as he tried thinking of other things.

“Awe, but Hendy~ I wanted you to show me how to wield your sword!”

[Name] is going to be the death of him, he just knew it.

Howser:

Howzer knew [Name] could be touchy-feely, but he really didn’t expect them to say such suggestive things about him in public or start caressing him out of no-where, be it his arms or chest.

“Come now, [Name]! Not in front of the guys,” he whined.

“What? I was just saying that you give great neck and shoulder rubs!” they turned and faced Gilthunder and Griamore. “When Howzer says he has the magic touch, he ain’t lying! I couldn’t stop moaning no matter how hard I tried~” [Name] sighed blissfully.

Howzer simply sank down in his seat, face red at his lover’s antics. Though, after a bit Howzer ends up saying something as equally sexual without meaning to, and now it’s [Name]’s turn to turn rosy-cheeked.

Gilthunder:

This boy is just so used to Meliodas that it went over his head whenever [Name] said anything suggestive, or caressed his backside like it was nothing. However, when someone, Hawk, pointed it out he became much more aware.

“[Name] is this the right time for that?” Gilthunder questioned, grabbing their wrist to keep their hand from wandering to his ass.

“Awe, but Gil! You have such a cute butt that I can’t help but grab it!”

“Later, [Name]. Not when I have to get ready for a mission.”

“Fine, fine~ But when you come home, everything is free rein!”

Ban:

Oh, Ban knew exactly what [Name] was doing with each titillating touch and saucy remark, grinning cheekily at them as he caressed their shoulders and back.

“You’re always so naughty~” he crooned, a predatory grin gracing his lips as he stroked their thigh. “Have you been hanging out with the Cap’n too much, [Name]~?”

“Why would I hang out with him, when I can hang out with you instead?” [Name] questioned innocently, their hands trailing over the exposed skin of his chest. “Mainly when I like it when you get a little bit foxy with me, Ban~”

“Oho? Really~?” he asked, leaning down so his nose brushed alongside theirs.

[Name] didn’t hesitate to crawl into Ban’s lap, their fingers dipping under the leather to feel his heated skin as they slowly licked their lips. Ban’s grin turned even more feral as he gripped their thighs firmly. “Of course~ After all, tods are known to be promiscuous, Ban~!”

[cristinad61]

I happened to catch this episode of California’s Golden Parks on TV a few days ago, and I’m glad I saw it because it’s a good reminder of how easy it is to overlook some really amazing history as we travel around the state. Sometimes it’s not possible to stop and check out every potentially interesting sight… so I’m glad in this case, at least, Huell was able to explore Shasta State Historic Park on our behalf!

Shasta City is located six miles west of Redding. During the California gold rush it was the “Queen City” of California’s northern mining district prospering from 1850-1890. Huell Howser visits Shasta State Historic Park, a reminder of the area’s gold rush legacy with brick ruins of a once thriving gold rush shopping district and a courthouse museum filled with original artifacts from the era.

(Click on the linked image below to see the video).

The Adventure Continues… Shasta I happened to catch this episode of California's Golden Parks on TV a few days ago, and I'm glad I saw it because it's a good reminder of how easy it is to overlook some really amazing history as we travel around the state.

[hollywoodages-blog]

Meagan Good Height Weight Measurements

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Meagan Good Biography

Meagan Monique Good-Franklin born August 8, 1981 is an American performing artist. Starting her profession in 1985 at four years old, Good has showed up in various TV programs, movies, and music recordings. In 2011, Good highlighted in a gathering cast of the fruitful film rendition of Think Like a Man. She played Joanna Locasto, the lead character on the NBC dramatization arrangement Deception. She featured in the 2013 drama Anchorman 2: The Legend Continues and has earned a notoriety for being a shout ruler, having featured in the blood and gore movies Venom (2005), One Missed Call (2008), Saw V (2008), and The Unborn (2009). Great was conceived on August 8, 1981, in Panorama City, Los Angeles, California. Her mom, Tyra Wardlow-Doyle, functioned as Good’s director into her teenagers, and her dad, Leondis “Leon” Good, is a LAPD cop. Great guaranteed that her maternal grandma’s parentage is “Jewish and African. My mom’s dad was Cherokee and something different. My father’s mom’s Puerto Rican and dark, and his dad was from Barbados.” Although, she has depicted herself as a Christian. Great was raised with her three kin in Canyon Country (now known as Santa Clarita), California. She started her acting vocation around the age of four. In the beginning periods of her vocation, Good filled in as an additional on TV programs, for example, Doogie Howser, M.D. what’s more, Amen. When she was 13, she was thrown in her first film, the 1995 parody Friday. She initially increased basic acknowledgment for her execution as the pained adolescent Cisely Batiste in Kasi Lemmons’ 1997 film Eve’s Bayou; she got two honor assignments, including her first NAACP Image Award designation. As indicated by Good, she grew up “super geeky, super thin, buckteeth, enormous ole afro but then I had a feeling of certainty about myself, similar to, ‘they simply don’t get it yet'”. She was a fanatic of Justin Timberlake and Usher in her adolescents. Great did not have any good examples until early adulthood, when she started appreciating on-screen character Charlize Theron. In spite of the fact that she was not brought up in the congregation, Good is a Christian, sees herself as an exceptionally profound individual and has expressed in various meetings that she would not assume parts that she feels may “frustrate God”. She clarified in a meeting that Jesus beat her legend list and the last book she read was the Bible. Great at age 22 concentrated on her profession instead of dating, as she clarified in a 2004 meeting. In 2011, Good started dating DeVon Franklin, an official for Columbia Pictures and Seventh-day Adventist evangelist. They wound up noticeably occupied with early April 2012, and were hitched on June 16, 2012, at Triunfo Creek Winery in Malibu, California. They have expressed that they stayed pure preceding their marriage. They live respectively in Los Angeles, California. Meagan Good Height Weight, Filmography & Dating History Below.

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Meagan Good Personal Info.

Full Name: Meagan Monique Good

Nick Name: Mz Good, Fallon Mack

Family Members: Leondis “Leon” Good (Father) Tyra Wardlow-Doyle (Mother)

Education: Good’s educational is not known

Date of Birth: 8th August, 1981

Birthplace: Panorama City, California, USA

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Religion: Christian

Ethnicity: Multiracial

Nationality: American

Profession: Actress, Film Producer

Measurements: 35-24-36 in or 89-61-91.5 cm

Bra Size: 32C

Height: 5′ 5″ (165 cm)

Weight: 117lbs (53 kg)

Eye Color: Brown – Dark

Hair Color: Black

Dress Size: 4

Shoe Size: 6.5

Boyfriend/Dating History: Hosea Chanchez (1995-1998) – The two performers were impractically connected to each other from April 1995 to June 1998. Lil’ Wayne (1998-2001) – Meagan met her first love, rapper Lil Wayne in March 1998, when the two were completing a show in Los Angeles. They dated ON and OFF for a long time until March 2001. Tyrese Gibson (1998-2006) – In 1998, Meagan began dating the American on-screen character, artist, and creator, Tyrese Gibson. The couple separated in April 2006 in the wake of dating ON and OFF for couple of years. 50 Cent (2001-2004) – Good dated rapper 50 Cent for a long time from April 2001 to March 2004. Joseph Gordon-Levitt (2004) – She dated performer Joseph from April 2004 to October 2004. Alex Thomas (2005) – In late 2005, she dated comic Alex Thomas. They were impractically connected to each other from June to December 2005. Jamie Foxx (2006) – From January to April 2006, she dated performing artist Jamie Foxx, who is around 14 years more established than her. Scratch Cannon (2006) – For around a half year in 2006 (April to October), the two on-screen characters dated each other. Thomas Jones (2007-2010) – For around three and a half years (from January 2007 to May 2010), football player, Thomas Jones dated Meagan. Soulja Boy (2008-2009) – Rapper Soulja Boy dated Meagan from November 2008 to January 2009. There is a 9 years old distinction between the two (Soulja Boy being more youthful than Good). DeVon Franklin (2011-Present) – She at long last began dating Columbia Pictures official and a Seventh-day Adventist evangelist, DeVon Franklin in 2011 and connected with him in April 2012. Not long after on June 16, 2012, they wedded each other in Malibu, California.

Known For: Eves Bayou.

Active Year: 2006 (present)

Friends: Tyrese, Columbus Short

Favorite Places: Hanging Out With Her Friends, Shopping

Favorite Foods: Yams, Seafood

Favorite Colors: Purple

Favorite School Subject: Arts

Favorite Color: Purple

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Year Title 1995 Friday 1995 Make a Wish, Molly 1997 Eve’s Bayou 1999 The Secret Life of Girls 2000 3 Strikes 2000 Cousin Skeeter: New kids on the Planet 2001 House Party 4: Down to the Last Minute 2002 Unglued 2003 Biker Boyz 2003 Deliver Us from Eva 2003 Ride or Die 2004 D.E.B.S. 2004 You Got Served 2004 The Cookout 2005 Brick 2005 Venom 2005 Roll Bounce 2006 Miles from Home 2006 Waist Deep 2007 Stomp the Yard 2008 One Missed Call 2008 The Love Guru 2008 Saw V 2009 The Unborn 2009 Good Hair 2011 35 and Ticking 2011 Jumping the Broom 2011 Video Girl 2012 LUV 2012 Dysfunctional Friends 2012 Think Like a Man 2012 Defeat the Label 2012 The Obama Effect 2012 Dick Little 2013 Don Jon 2013 Anchorman 2: The Legend Continues 2014 Think Like a Man Too 2015 A Girl Like Grace 2016 Charlie, Trevor and a Girl Savannah 2017 Deuces 2017 Motivated Seller

Television

Year Title 1991 Gabriel’s Fire 1994 On Our Own 1996 ABC Afterschool Special 1997 Just One of the Girls 1997 Pacific Blue 1997 Touched by an Angel 1997 The Gregory Hines Show 1997 The Parent ‘Hood 1998 The Parent ‘Hood 1998 Nothing Sacred 1998–2001 Cousin Skeeter 2000 Moesha 2000 The Steve Harvey Show 2001 The Division 2001 The Famous Jett Jackson 2001–2002 Raising Dad 2002 The Jersey 2003 My Wife and Kids 2005 Kevin Hill 2007 House 2007 All of Us 2009 Cold Case 2011 The Game 2012 Californication 2012 Harry’s Law 2013 Deception 2014 Law & Order: Special Victims Unit 2015 Mr. Robinson 2015 Minority Report 2016 Code Black 2017 Love by the 10th Date 2017 White Famous

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[splitnibs]

Where Do You Think Best?

When I was a teen, I had to prohibit myself from reading writing magazines because I’d get obsessed with the idea that if I followed the simple tips zealously enough, I would fall into a mystical groove and instantly, through very little effort on my part, become the Doogie Howser of fiction. After a period of bingeing on writing mags, I’d go through a period of depression because “Lighting a candle!” (or whatever) wasn’t making me insta-brilliant and obviously the only writing tip that *really* works is the one where you practice all the time and never give up. And I was too lazy for that.

Unfortunately, tips are on the Internet now, and I can’t avoid the Internet completely. So here I am again, twenty years later, poring over the words of successful writers in hopes of finding a shortcut. Recently The Guardian published an article called, “‘Where do I think best? In bed.’ Authors reveal their dream retreats,” (the answers are adorably British and moneyed, lots of “Blank-upon-Blankfordshire”) and it made me wonder what effect location does have on creativity -- if any.

Is it possible that we’re all just $8,000 and a flight to a Scottish coastal bed-and-breakfast away from greatness?? 

I interviewed the Split Nibs about where they think best, and while they didn’t quite follow the directions (they did when, not where [they’re so creative and rebellious! I love that about them!]), I let it slide, not wanting to be kicked out of the group, which collectively has an impressive store of dark chocolate and sparkling wine varieties. WHAT THEY SAID, AFTER THE BREAK!

(^actual sneak peek at Nicole’s Dream Diary project; see more at nicolechilton.com) Nicole I think best when I talk about a spark of an idea with my writing group [ed. note: ME!!]. Usually as I start talking aloud about something, a new direction emerges. Alternatively, I also think best in pure quiet, at night, in my dreams. My dream recollection is vivid and detailed, and what might seem as ridiculous and surreal forms into endless possibilities for paintings, poems, and stories.

Sarah I do some of my best thinking when i'm doing dishes or in the shower. Something about mindless, repetitive tasks--and maybe the inconvenience of not being able to write anything down in the moment? Also true for long drives when i'm by myself. I've scribbled many an illegible note on a receipt or notecard or mapquest directions (circa 2003). The muse waits not for highway safety!

Susan Though it isn't writing in the fingers-on-keys way, I find that I do my best plotting and outlining when I'm forced to concentrate on something else. Usually, this involves moving forward. Yesterday, I outlined a new story as I navigated slowly down a snowy highway. A walk around the block often does the trick as well. If I can just manage to focus on what's just ahead of me (uneven brick sidewalks, the potential of a driving-related fatality) I find I can untangle plot problems with much greater ease than if I'm staring at a screen. 

(While searching for an appropriate photo, I found this study about creativity and ambient noise!)

Ingrid I used to think I required peace and quiet to write, but now I’ve realized too much peace can lead to overthinking -- one of my big tendencies no matter which beautiful seaside resort I’m currently at. I do best when there’s something going on in the background to keep my monkey brain occupied so the other, non-monkey part of my brain can be witty. I also think better when there’s coffee and snacks. So my answer is “I write best at a coffee shop,” but only if the owner of the coffee shop is there preventing the staff from blasting their 90′s Pandora station at the usual loud levels, and only if there are at least eight but no more than 15 other customers, talking softly about art and occasionally stirring their spoons against their mugs to create a soothing clinking sound, and only if I’ve found the right font to use.