#Part eleven

[calissarowan]

Ogron: …Why is the floor covered in blueprints of Eraklyon?

Stella: Oh, hey, Ogron! We’re just planning to steal some stuff while we’re breaking into the palace, don’t mind us!

Ogron: Hm…

Gantlos: Ogron, careful! Coming through! Sorry, Stella needed me to bring in all this new furniture. Apparently this place isn’t comfy enough to work as a lair.

Stella: Nobody wants to be evil on a slimy floor. I called some of my cleaners too, btw.

Ogron: No! No, too much is happening! Leave my base alone.

Riven: Good luck with that, man…she’ll just do whatever.

Ogron: Why the hell are you here?!?

Riven: Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just here to tick Sky off.

Ogron: …

Riven: So you guys have any beer…?

Ogron: If we do, I’m drinking it.

[thedecayingapplefiles]

Part Eleven

All the ponies gathered around Twilight as she threw down several papers. Notes on the infection.

Decaying Apple Virus. Name courtesy of Sweetiebelle.

Spreads through cuts and bites, more than likely through the bloodstream.

First stage of the infection begins with a saturation of coat, mane, and eye colors. Small wounds appear on the body.

Second stage has the subject losing every tooth in their mouth rather quickly. They cry about not being able to see, always hiding their face. Perhaps their eyes fall out?

The last phase of the infection shows their hooves splitting into jagged claws, their toothless mouths filling with sharp, twisted fangs.

Illustrations were attached.

Sweetiebelle claims the infected speak. It's been confirmed by Rainbow Dash, so I'm inclined to believe them. We shall find out, though-

[lovelyrocker]

Like Me Part Eleven

Bones & All (AU)

Warnings: Blood, Murder Scene, Violence, Cannibalism, Arguing, Angst, Language

Characters: Lee, Reader, Liam(OMC)

Parings: None

Word Count: 2,824

She woke up with the sun, turning over in the queen bed to yet another empty spot next to her. She sat up looking around the room. The bed next to her was cold, making her wonder if he even came to bed last night. Like most nights this past week Lee has been staying on the couch in the living room. She had no idea why but didn’t pry either. 

After dressing and making the bed Y/N went downstairs to find Lee asleep on the couch in the living room. Just as she thought she would. She went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee before going into the living room to wake Lee. To her surprise he was already awake, sitting up on the couch. 

“Hey.” She said, leaning against the door frame.

“Hey.”

“So, what’s with you sleeping down here lately?” She asks, staying across the room.

Lee ran a hand over his face. “Just thought it would be better for now.”

“How come?”

“Just cause.” He stood, folding his blanket. 

You gave a nod as he continued to put away his sleeping stuff. “You still want to take Liam camping this weekend?”

“Yeah. I figured we can leave tonight. When I get off of work.”

“I’ll pack today while you’re gone.” She tells him, watching him closely. 

“Okay.” Was all he said, still not looking at her. 

He felt hands gently touching his bare arms and he stopped. “Please talk to me.” She whispered, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Don’t close yourself off like you did.”

He turned, facing her. “That’s not what this is.” He told her quickly, taking her face into his hands. “I’m not trying to do that again. I promise.” He looked deep into her eyes. “There are some things I just want to keep you from.”

“Lee-”

“I know you want to know all of it but I don’t want you to.” He stroked her face with his thumb. “Please understand that.” She gave a nod and he kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”

She packed all of their bags and gear while Lee was at work, Liam jumping all around the house excited to go camping. She laughed as he rolled up his little sleeping bag and placed it on the pile. 

When Lee got home they loaded up the old pick up and headed out. Liam was a bouncing mess like he hadn’t been camping dozens of times in the last few months. They drove a few hours out of the way in the opposite direction that Lee last took Liam to “hunt”. Lee was quieter than normal. He didn’t really say must to Y/N or even look at her. 

That didn’t stop her from noticing him, though. The way he seemed like he had a constant lump in his throat. How he couldn’t take a deep breath. His fingers twitched as he gripped the steering wheel. His eyes didn’t focus fully. 

They pulled into an old forgotten campsite on the outskirt of a small town. The outer grass and trees were overgrown. The fire pit was last used way too long ago. Dark black soot was spread across the area. The lake way off in the distance left a bit of leeway from the mosquitos. No one was around. Not another camper for a while. Secluded.

Lee sets up the tent as you make sandwiches while Liam chases fireflies. Le made smores with Liam as you watched them talk about the day and Liam told Lee about the puppy he saw at the park. 

After a while Lee got him asleep. After two stories and a song. Lee shook his head as he walked out of the tent he saw you sitting next to the fire, covered in a blanket. She looked back and saw him. Holding out an arm she offered Lee the spot next to her beneath the blanket. He sat down and she placed the blanket over his shoulder before wrapping her hands around her mug.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so weird.” He tells her. 

“I trust that if it was something serious, you’d tell me.” She placed her mug to the side. “I just want to know if you are okay.”

Lee nods. “I’m okay.” He pushes her hair behind her ear. “It’s just an. . .eater thing.” She nods as her eyes drift to the ground covered in leaves. “Hey,” He places his hand on her cheek. She looks up at him. “I’m okay.” She nods, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Lee leans his face into her hair and breathes deep. She looks up at him, his eyes are shut as he breathes deeply. Leaning closer she presses her lips to him. He melts into her, his hands gripping her body. The kiss grows deep, Lee tasting her like a starving animal. She feels his lips on her neck trailing kisses down to her shoulder, pulling her shirt away as he goes. 

He stops at her pulse point, her racing heart causing her blood to rush through her veins. He drags his lips across her skin followed by the gentle feel of his teeth barely ghosting over her skin. “Lee?” She can feel him panting as he inhales her scent. She tries to back away but he holds her there. His grip on her arms is bruisingly tight. 

He pulls away, not looking up at her, breathing shallow. “I‘ve gotta-” He backs away. “I- I need air. I need to-” He stands. “I’ll be back later.” He starts walking away.

“Lee, wait!” You stand and start to go after him. 

He turns, holding his hands out to stop you. “Stop!” He shouts. “I just need to clear my head. I’ll be back.” His brow is furrowed and fearful as he looks at you. “I promise.” He tones soften and is more assuring. Or at least he was trying to be. “I promise. I will be back.”

Wrapping your arms around yourself you nod. “Okay.”

He turned, walking away. “Don’t wait up.”

She lay in the tent for hours, looking at the stars through the netting tent top. She looked over at the watch next to the sleeping bag. Two am. She grumbled and tossed the watch aside. He’d been going for five hours. She was starting to get worried. Braking sticks pulled her from her worrying.

Crawling out of the tent she zipped it behind herself. She heard the branches and leaves crushing again. “Lee?” She calls gently. She walks to the edge of the trees and calls again. “Lee?!” She jumps when a rabbit hops across the grass out of the tree line. She gives a chuckle to herself as she realizes it is an animal. 

A laugh catches her attention in the distance. She looks back at the tent, Liam asleep safely. She looks around making sure no one is around to worry about. After she is satisfied he is safe she follows the sound of broken laugher and rustling. After walking into the woods she see a flashlight in the distance. She stops as the light gets closer. They obviously have no clue she is there because they are moving closer to her. She remains still as she realizes they are Lee. Lee and some girl she’d never seen before, in a skimpy two piece. They are sitting on a downed tree, laughing, flirting. 

Her blood boils as she sees him whisper something into her ear. The girl leans close to Lee, nibbling beneath his ear. Y/N can feel her face growing hot at the sight in front of her. Lee’s arm around another woman, his lips on her skin. 

She watched as Lee’s eyes popped open with the shift of the wind. His head snapped towards where Y/N was standing and for a moment she thought he saw her. Then he went back to the girl’s neck. The giggling sound from the girl made Y/N’s stomach turn. 

The giggles suddenly turn to a strained gasp then a gurgled scream as Lee pulls a  bloody chunk of skin from the girl’s throat with his teeth. It happened so fast Y/N wasn’t sure what had happened at first. Then she saw Lee lowering the twitching body of this woman to the ground, the front of his body drenched and dripping with the spurting blood from the gaping wound on her neck. Y/N’s hands went to her mouth as she stifled a scream herself. Lee’s head snapped up. He laid the body down and stood, his eyes sight directly where Y/N was standing. 

He inhaled deeply. “Y/N?” She let out a gasp as you backed away slowly, but the leaves crunching beneath her feet gave her away.

She turned and began running through the woods. Lee was quicker than her though. His hands were on her, grabbing her and shoving her against a tree. “Don’t!” She struggled against him. “Please!” 

“I’m not gonna hurt you!” Lee shouted as if him being louder would get her to not be scared. The wind blew hard and Lee’s mouth watered. 

“Please, Lee!” She cried. She turned and looked up at him, opening her eyes clearly, blinking away the tears. Or trying to at least. His eyes were dark but soft. Like he was scared himself. “Please let me go.” Her voice was almost a whisper. 

“You can’t run.” He grits out.

“Please, Lee.”

He leans in close and the smell of her burns his throat. The grip on her arms was so tight she knew he was bruising her. There was a low growl that came from him and it made her tense in fear, her face turned away from him. He looked at the vein pulsing in her neck. His lips brushed against her neck as his grip lessened on her arms. 

He leaned in closer, his lips now beneath her ear. “Please don’t run.” He said low. She feels his head lean against hers as if in surrendered. “Please.” He brings his hand up against her cheek. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I swear.” He lifts his head, looking at her. Everywhere he touched he left blood smeared across her skin.  He leaned his forehead against hers. “Don’t be scared.” He lifted his head looking her in the eyes. “I won’t-”

“Mommy? Lee?” The sound of Liam’s voice in the distance makes you gasp.

Lee’s head snaps to the side and he sees Liam walking towards the body of the dead woman. Lee looks her in the eyes and with an unspoken understanding Lee walks away. 

“Hey, buddy!” Lee speaks, his entire demeanor and voice changes into a softer tone. 

“Where’s mommy?” Liam yawns.

“Mommy is okay. She just went for a walk. I got this for us.” Lee kneels next to Liam. 

“Really?!” Liam smiles, rubbing his belly. 

“Yeah, remember what I told you about eating?” Lee takes Liam’s shirt off and tosses it with his. 

“Chew around jewelry and be careful not to choke.”

“That’s right.” He pats the little boy’s shoulder. “You start. I’ll be right back.” Lee stands.

To his surprise she was gone. Shaking his head he walks back over to Liam and takes his spot next to his son and begins eating. Across the field she is standing there with tears running down her blood stained cheeks as she watches her three year old son and his father eat the body of this woman. Everytime the wind blows, Lee’s head pops up, smelling her. He knows Y/N is close but doesn’t know where. He can’t think about that right now. He needs to fill the growing hunger that keeps at him. 

When they are done Liam and Lee walk through the woods to the stream. “Mommy!” Liam shouts when he sees her sitting on a rock, washing her hands. 

The toddler runs up to her, covered in blood. “Hey, baby!” She sniffles her need to cry. “Oh, look at you! Let’s get you cleaned.” 

“I can-”

“I got it.” She tells Lee, grabbing the towel she brought with herself.

With resolve she washed her child clean from the blood and rinsed his clothes clean. She didn’t show fear nor sadness. Not a single tear was shed. Lee watched her as he cleaned himself in the stream. She never even looked at him. 

Lee spent the day teaching Liam how to aim and shoot his new slingshot. Sure Y/N had the rule of not shooting animals, so cans and bottles had to do. By that afternoon Liam was worn out. After a dinner of ham sandwiches and chips, Liam fell asleep quickly. Of course Lee had to tuck him in.

When Lee got out of the tent he didn’t see Y/N by the fire like her expected. He walked to the truck and saw the bag sitting on the ground. Kneeling Lee opened it and saw it was fully packed. He turned, his eyes scanning the area. Panic rushed through him when he didn’t see her.

He stood running towards the woods. “Y/N!” He called the deeper he got into the brush. He found her sitting in the spot he killed the woman the night before. He'd long gotten rid of the body. All that was left was bloody leaves and damp blood soaked dirt and sticks. “Y/N?”

When she turned to him he could see the tears running down her cheeks. She stood and turned to him. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was-” He gestured back and turned to her again. “I saw your bag.” He walked closer. He studied her face for a minute before his shoulders fell. “You’re skipping out. Aren’t you?”

She shook her head crying harder. “ I was going to.” She wiped at her face. “But I can’t. I can’t leave him.” Lee wanted nothing more than to hold her and comfort her but knew he couldn’t get any closer. That familiar burning was at the back of his throat. “I’m scared Lee, I don’t know if I can do this.”

He walked closer. “That’s why I never wanted you to see this part of it.” He tells her. “It’s too much for people who don’t have to do it.”

“You killed that poor girl last night, Lee.”

“He wasn;t as innocent as she looked.” He spat. “Knowing I was in a relationship only made her want to fuck me more. She was a slut.”

“It didn’t matter!”

“You can’t look at it like that!” Lee tells her. “You can’t look at them as people! She was a whore who went after taken men. Or wife beaters and abusive assholes! They aren't people. They are a waste of space! The world is better off without!”

“How can you look at it that way?”

“Because I have to in order to survive.” He growled. His body was boiling hot as his heart hammered in his chest. 

“Lee,” SHe noticed his eyes were dark and unfocused. He was sweaty and could barely stand. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” He leaned back against a tree. He shut his eyes, taking a breath but all he did was fill himself with her scent. When he reopened  his eyes she was closer. “Fuck.” He murmured to himself.

He leaned forward, bracing his hands on his knees. She ran to him, kneeling in front of him, placing her hands on his face. “Lee? Lee, look at me.”

“Don’t,” He mumbled, trying to move away from her. 

“Lee, what’s happening?” Lee hits his knees as she holds his face in her hands. “COme on.” She tries to help him up.

The feeling was sharp. Like lightning through her skin. Le’s teeth pierced through her flesh as easily as a knife slicing through butter. She screamed, his hand coming down over her mouth. He unclenched his jaw just to move his mouth to a new spot and bite down again. The feeling of his teeth breaking through her soft skin the, taste of her blood on his tongue made the feeling in him subside instantly. The burning in the back of his throat was finally quenched. 

When his teeth sank in for the third time the ringing in his ears finally calmed and that was when he heard the muffled screaming from beneath him. 

Lee released her, her body falling to the ground. She scurried away holding pressure against her shoulder, crying from the pain. 

“Oh God!” Lee stood, standing over her with terror in his eyes. “No, no, no-” He moved towards her and she backed away frantically. 

Lee froze, looking down at her. She was terrified of him. The one thing he never wanted to do, he did. She was shaking, covered in blood on the ground in the woods, crying hysterically. Lee did the only thing he could think to do.

He ran.

[tv-moments]

Your Honor

Season 2, “Part Eleven”

Director: Peter Sollett

DoP: Michael Grady

[brewsterispunkk]

my friends, next chapter we finally figure out what the hell’s been going on with Will. and all I have to say is: brace yourselves.

[ch4rryc0smos]

REVERIE | 11

THE SKY DARKENS ABOVE YOU.

synopsis ┊kenji sato returns to japan, leaving behind everything he's ever known. and fate plays a cruel joke on him, when hazel vellichor walks back into his life, albeit not by choice. she makes a trip to japan, for a charity event, for another speech, and somehow; media wrangles her in for more drama. what they don't know is that she's ultrawoman, and kenji's ultraman, and there's more than to the eye here. they're well intertwined and every time they tug away, the knot gets tighter. everything leads them to each other, and now japan is in their hands, and they have to unravel every secret they refused to acknowledge prior to this. and they have to accept every role bestowed upon them, whether they like it or not. somehow, all of this leads to is them learning that there was always more to their friendship, and that they were truly two puzzle pieces, fit right next to each other.

genre ┊ childhood-friends-to-strangers-to-lovers, slight angst, tooth rotting & chaotic fluff, co-parenting (?)

pairing ┊ken sato x fem-self insert/oc, ken sato x public figure!self insert, ken sato x childhood-friend!self insert

warnings ┊ mild cursing, mentions of drinking, trauma, heavy topics (?), events in ultraman: rising take place alongside this story.

word count ┊1.6k

author's note ┊next part, hello! thank you for sticking around, if you still are here! i appreciate you, and of course, the new readers too <3 i hope you enjoy, happy reading! :)

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When Hazel boards their ship, she is left in awe. Emi is chittering but she’s staring, awestruck. The sight that meets her eyes when they land though is even more beautiful. Goddamn, she thinks she might be a bit breathless. And Ken is beyond amused by her reaction. She looks at him, a look that plainly says ‘can you blame me?’  He shakes his head. She smiles at him. 

She watches the sun as it's slowly sinking below the horizon, becoming one with the Earth, and the water glistens. And she’s just left speechless. She turns to look around at Emi, who chitters. And she grins at the kaiju. 

Later, she’s given a tour around the house, and Ken looks like he’s not seen it in a while, which Hazel learns that, he hasn’t. And when she notices a board in one of the rooms, and she notices pictures, of Emiko Sato, she doesn’t enter. But Mr. Sato and Ken do. She leaves them there.

She sits outside, watches Emi chase Mina, and the conversation she hears makes her heart clench. And she can’t really tell if that’s a good thing or not. 

She doesn’t even realise when Ken’s walked out, and it’s a bit closer to the sun completely setting. But he sits down next to her. She spares him one glance, a small smile. He places a hand on her thigh, how he does when they drive back home from games. Her heart flutters. And she smiles. Apparently he knows exactly how to make her smile. 

“Can I talk to you?” he asks. Hazel turns to him, raising an eyebrow at him. Of course he can, why is he asking?

“Yeah, sure, love. Go on.” It doesn’t go unnoticed by her the way his hand twitches on her thigh when she uses that pet name. She makes a mental note to use it more often. 

“You know,” he starts, he has to stop, take a moment to weigh his words. Hazel places a hand on his, squeezing it gently. “I’ve spent so long distancing myself from everything I’ve ever known about my dad… essentially hating him.” He sighs when he says those words.

Hazel hums, “and?” She’s tilting her head at him, and their eyes meet. Amethyst and emerald. 

“But then, all of the effort comes crashing down. Because of Emi, and for her, I’d do anything,” he’s speaking quicker with every word. Hazel places her other hand on his shoulder, and she leans closer, smiling softly. “Of course, I would, but it feels so… right, and wrong. Like, I’m so grateful for his help, believe me.” He continues.

“I believe you, Ken.” she squeezes his shoulder.

“But sometimes I still feel resentful, because… you know, he should’ve been there.” 

“I know, baby.” She smiles at him, this time sadly. “I know. Goddamn, I don’t even talk to my parents anymore, not by will, at least. I understand,” she whispers. She can’t look up at him when she says this, she’s staring at her fingers. One hand is on his, the other falls to her lap, and she’s just staring at her fingers. “You’re allowed to feel resentful, but you know what makes the difference?”

Ken hums.

“That he’s trying. Mr. Sato is trying so hard to be better, and you don’t have to let him back in, not just yet, but he’s trying so fucking hard to mend those two decades of hurt, and that is such such a big step that he’s taking.” Hazel doesn’t know where these words come from. She doesn’t mention the hurt that her parents packaged for her, specially, stowed into her heart, asking her to carry it, for all her life.

“I don’t know if I can take such a big step, though.”

“You don’t have to. You can take small steps. Nothing amazing happens overnight, you don’t leap from step one to step twenty, Ken.” Hazel laughs, albeit a bit sadly. 

“I know, I just. All my life, I’ve wanted to do things, for him.” He’s laughing too. Hazel finally turns back to him, and she smiles. She wants to reach up, touch his lips. But she decides against it. “Now that I have the chance, it’s like, the anger from then makes me not want to do it.”

“Do you know that it’s valid? You’re allowed to be resentful about it. For an eternity even, if you want. You’ll realise that,” Hazel starts, looking at the sky, at the sun that’s only peeking out an inch now. “One day, that resentment is dissolving, it’s getting less. That doing things for him, don’t feel so bad anymore, and it’ll feel really weird, but somewhere deep down, you’ve just wanted attention, from him. Not anyone else. And he’s trying to improve, which means he's willing to give you that.” 

Hazel reaches up, a bit tentative as she places her hand on Ken’s chest. He turns to her, fully. And she’s facing him too. “Someday, you’ll realise that in here,” She taps a finger on where his heart should be. “There’s so much love for him, that all of this resentment, was just love, that really had nowhere to go, and anger is just a reaction, a reaction that essentially says, ‘hey, this isn’t right.’”

“Hazel, are you sure you’re a public speaker? Or are you a therapist?” Ken’s grinning, and he places a hand around her waist, pulling her closer. She might’ve tumbled onto his lap if her hand wasn’t on his chest, steadying her.

“A public speaker, darling.” She laughs. “Don’t flatter me, Kenji.”

“Say that again, I liked it,” he whispers. His voice is a warm breath against the shell of her ear, and she shivers. 

“Say what?” she asks, even though she thinks she knows.

He’s huffing, “my name.”

“Ken?”

“No.” His fingers are tracing shapes on her lower back, and she thinks goosebumps erupt on every place he touches. 

“Ken..ji?” she drags it out just to piss him off.

He’s frowning, but then he’s grinning.

“Yes, pretty girl. That’s me.” He presses his face into the crook of her neck, and Hazel thinks she might explode. But she pulls him closer, one hand still on his chest, the other weaves into his hair. 

Pretty girl. It’s enough to get her heart racing. 

She can’t even think straight when Ken’s looking up, and his lips are so close, and he’s asking her if he can kiss her. And it feels like they’ve never done this before. Because she’s sure she’s so red, she could be put next to a tomato and they’d be the exact same. 

But she nods anyway, and before she knows it, he’s pulled her onto his lap, and his lips capture hers.

That night, when they go to the shore with Mr. Sato, and they’re sitting on the foldable chairs next to each other, Ken keeps on glancing at her, and then back at Emi. And Hazel just thinks he’s the cutest thing ever. 

She’s watching Emi with this proud look in her eyes, and Ken’s talking to his dad. She’s so immersed in the way the moon glistens off the water that she doesn’t realise that there’s something being held up to her until cold touches her skin and she flinches, turning around to Ken. 

He’s holding a fizzy drink, up to her. And he opened it for her. She takes it, her fingers brushing against his as she accepts it graciously, muttering a thanks. He grins.

She catches Hayao’s eyes from behind Ken, and smiles softly. 

She actually feels relaxed, great. It’s been tiresome, recently. What with practically raising Emi, but she’s loved every second of it. Now that she gets to rest though, she’s beyond happy. 

She laughs when Emi tries to use Mina as a ball. And her heart is warming with the talk Hayao’s having with Ken about finding balance. When they stand up, she watches. And it’s just such a bittersweet moment for her, but her smile says otherwise.

That is, until the smile falls. Emi’s screeching, and along with her, the other’s heads whip around to look at.

Ken’s asking her what she’s seen, and Hazel’s already stood up. She walks over to the baby kaiju. Her eyes go up to the sky, and she sees stars, but no, they’re red, and they’re moving rapidly. Towards them. 

“Why are the stars moving?”

“Mina, scan for inco—”

“It’s the KDF.” 

Hazel knows, and she’s trying to usher Emi back towards their ship. But the infant is tumbling forward, and she bends down, picking up bunny. Hazel is beside her, and she’s asking Emi to go to Kenji. But then the drones get closer right when she turns around. Hazel’s about to change, but with some words from Ken, Emi’s shooting them down. Hazel pats her arm, tells her she’s done great.

And she thinks they can finally leave, but that’s when everything really goes to shit. 

Emi falls to the ground, and she enters what Mr. Sato says is a pupal stage. Hazel plants her hand against the pupa, and can feel the faint heartbeat. 

As soon as the jet is practically fired up, drones start whirring around them. And they shoot. 

Mr. Sato falls to the floor. Hazel’s quick to start rushing, but Kenji beats her to it. And he’s shaking there, for a moment, until he transforms. And Hazel’s left staring at Ultraman as he practically slices through the drones. Mr. Sato stirs, and this time Hazel does end up sprinting over to him.

The night doesn’t end wonderfully. 

But they do survive.

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[saryasy]

He appears as an iconic image in the artwork of many cultures, and there are several documented accounts of his appearances, and his warnings to the many who attempted to open the box before its time. His last recorded appearance was during the London blitz in 1941. The warehouse where the Pandorica was stored was destroyed by incendiary bombs, but the box itself was found the next morning, a safe distance from the blaze. There are eyewitness accounts from the night of the fire of a figure in Roman dress, carrying the box from the flames. Since then, there have been no sightings of the Lone Centurion, and many have speculated that if he ever existed, he perished in the fires of that night, performing one last act of devotion to the box he had pledged to protect for nearly two thousand years. - Rory, the boy who waited.

DOCTOR WHO (2005-) | 5.13 The Big Bang

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Actor Au!

Where Batman and Co. are the most popular TV series and they’re currently filming Jason’s death.

Only Bruce goes so deep into acting he breaks down for real upon the part where he arrives at the warehouse and digs through the rubble for his child.

[c7arisse]

things i drew but never posted, ina11 edition

[waitineedaname]

for all that bingqiu and moshang are wrapped up in each other's business, I find it funny that shen qingqiu and mobei-jun have NO relationship. cumplane have their whole cosmically entwined nonsense, bingqiu and moshang are just differently flavored cumplane, and sqh and binghe have some kind of dynamic in the "author and his protagonist" sense, but sqq and mbj never once speak to each other. I just skimmed mobei-jun's appearances in the main three volumes and I think the only thing sqq says to him is "a demon?" when he first appears and mobei-jun just fucking ignores him. they exist in the same scene several times, but never interact. they've both got their attachments to binghe and weird obsession with sqh, but they have absolutely no relationship to each other. I think if you put just the two of them in a room together, they would sit there in silence until sqq contemplates whether killing himself would end the awkwardness

[clowninthecoffeehouse]

captain lyric comic is done !!

[juustozzi]

the secret ending to inagalaxy (old ver)

[leashybebes]

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

tommy must live in a perpetual state of confusion over buck

do you think the longer buck allies the more tommy realises that "oh, he really is like this but he's definitely some flavor of queer"? because i see tommy maybe gently testing buck's jealousy to see what it'll take to make him break

oooookay once again this is not a snippet (sorryyyyy) but is more me attempting to understand wtf is going on in tommy's head throughout all this that he keeps "sure, okay"-ing himself into ridiculous situations with buck, so apologies for just unloading the contents of my brain on you

there are a few things i've been chewing on in terms of figuring out how tommy reacts to the buck of it all, which i hope will make it make sense that i actually don't think tommy pushing or testing for jealousy is on the cards in this fic (although i do love the idea!)

so first of all, this is a younger tommy than we've seen interact with buck in canon (of course), so whatever happened to make him Like That in the breakup hasn't happened yet (and won't, because i am a slut for a HEA). he's newly out and in my experience, a lot of newly out people, particularly people who are a bit older have something of a second adolescence. so yeah while this means he's incredibly horny (horny enough to let a self-proclaimed straight guy give him the absolute best sex of his life) it also means he just wants to have fun!! and buck is SO. MUCH. FUN. he's spent so long so tightly controlled that he's trying really hard to just go with the flow.

second, when i say newly out tommy, i mean newly out. like, it's one thing to "stop lying about who i am" - to me, there's a non-zero chance that just means "stop making up girlfriends" rather than "actually grapple with the life-long process of coming out (again and again and again)". so in my head (and it might come up in the fic, idk yet) the scene early on where he tells buck he doesn't want the cute girl's number because he's gay is probably one of the first times he actually said the words out loud. which ties into...

third, we know tommy was work friends with sal (at least and again, don't know that it'll come up in the fic but for the record, he 100% had a monstrous crush on him, like it made him ILL how much he wanted sal, i will hear no arguments), and that he developed good - again, work-based - friendships with hen and chim, but i feel like for a deeply closeted guy under dadt with a shitty childhood buck might be his first actual friend who knows all of him and likes him. spends time with him. doesn't care that he's gay. actively supports his gayness. doesn't recoil and in fact actively encourages tommy to talk about it. so i think tommy is just...deeply, deeply grateful for this confusing train wreck of a man

fourth, while i think there are definitely times that tommy thinks "he...he's flirting with me, right? is something gonna happen here?" this is a guy who has spent his entire adult life not looking at that kinda thing. not letting himself wonder if a guy (particularly a friend) is into him. or really, even if he's into them. he's really, really good at compartmentalising, and buck's pretty insistent that he's straight, so tommy's taking that at face value. hey, buck makes compelling arguments ("tommy, straight men have prostates too!")

aaaaand there we have the contents of my brain as it relates to one tommy kinard. even in my own incredibly stupid AUs, i am frankly obsessed. i want to gnaw on him. i'll settle for having buck do it instead.

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last christmas

☆ pairing: ex! suguru x gn!reader (if i slipped up PLS let me know)

☆ synopsis: last year suguru had broken up with you claiming it’d be for the better but the year had progressed and everything was the same. did he think so to?

☆ content: angst/some comfort, mentions of drinking,

☆ word count: 3K

The cool air nipped at your cheeks, a slight shiver running down your spine.

You watched as children laughed, snowballs held tightly in their hands before getting flung at their friends. Across the street from them; the hazy, warm lighting from a small bakery illuminated the snowy ground. The town was busy, people finishing some last minute Christmas shopping or enjoying each other’s presence bundled up to keep warm despite the cruel chill that swirled around you.

You shivered again.

You’d only been gone for a year but it seemed like everything had changed. The shops were different and the people were older.

You sighed, tugging your sweater closer to your body before walking towards the bakery that Satoru had told you he’d meet you at; he had wanted to pick up some cinnamon rolls for his party and since you had denied his offer of picking you up at the airport you’d compromised on just meeting halfway there.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. It’s not like you hadn’t kept in contact the entire year but now he was here, in the flesh and inviting you to his annual Christmas party insisting that you’d never missed one before so why start now?

Truth be told, you did always enjoy his parties and it was always nice to see everyone together, but this would be the first year - the first party- after you and Suguru had broken up.

You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since that day, having been sent off to Paris by your job and honestly, you hadn’t wanted to.

The memory had burned itself into the back of your mind; the muddy slush beneath your feet, the rain pelting your skin as you stood outside Suguru’s house and the aching in your chest as he ripped your heart out and stomped on it.

Despite that he had tried to cover you with an umbrella, insisting that you come in because you’d catch a cold. It had made you angry, the way he had talked to you so gently like he hadn’t just torn you to pieces minutes prior insisting that it’d be for the best if you spilt up.

You grit your teeth at the memory, hand hesitating in front the door before you fought through it and pushed it open. The bell above the door chimed loudly, alerting everyone in their of your presence including Satoru whose bright blue eyes had immediately lightened as they landed on your bundled up figure.

“Hey!” He greeted, enveloping you in a warm hug before guiding you over to where he had previously been standing in front of the wide display of treats the bakery had to offer.

Beautifully decorated cakes and stuffed croissants were lined up neatly next to other perfectly crafted sweets. Satoru’s heaven surely.

“How was your plane ride?” He asked, the arm that he’d swung over your shoulder squeezing you gently as he looked at you.

“So long. I think I’m gonna be jet lagged for months, honestly.” You sighed, watching as they packaged the pastries Satoru had chosen before you had gotten there.

“I thought you were just getting cinnamon rolls?” You asked, arching a brow as they packaged yet another flavor of kikufuku.

“I did! The rest is for me - you know I can’t help myself around kikufuku.” You couldn’t help but grin at him.

“Of course.”

Once the treats had been paid for you both walked to his car, him opening the door for you and entrusting you with his beloved sweets. The car ride was comfortable, spent talking about your Paris experiences and him catching you up on what you’d missed while eating a few of his kikufuku that you’d hand him.

“You’re gonna spoil your dinner, Toru.” You teased as he reached for another one, he only shrugged mouth full of the cream filled mochi.

“My stomach is an endless pit, don’t you worry.” He said through his mouthful.

“Thank you for helping me by the way. Everyone else was insisting they’re too busy to help me set up.” He huffed as you both walked through his front door, treats half eaten and cheeks burning from the snow despite only having been outside for mere minutes.

“No problem, happy to spend time with you.” You replied, allowing him to remove your jacket only for him to fling it onto the couch. He didn’t own a coat rack, you don’t know why you assumed he’d keep your jacket safe.

The two of you decorated his living room, stringing lights across every surface and sticking candy canes in random places. The tree in the corner had clearly been decorated by children; you assumed Satoru had let the neighbor’s kids help him since their father hardly ever had enough time to do things like that with them. You cleaned up the coloring books and crayons that they had left too, placing them in their designated corner.

After about an hour the place looked like a Christmas store had thrown up in it, even going the extra mile to place mistletoe on each doorway as a little gag for whoever ended up under it.

“Shoko said she’s on her way with Kento and Haibara.” Satoru shouted from his bedroom as you finished up the last of the details on the dining table. You glanced over at him, watching as he made him way to the living room, clicking on the television and pulling up one of those fake fireplace videos despite the fact that he had a real fireplace. (“The cleanup is annoying, plus Megumi likes playing around there and I don’t want to be responsible for any mishaps!” he’d say whenever you reminded him.”

Soon after you heard some knocks on the door before it flung open. Shoko had a bottle of wine in her hand, comically large and clearly hard to carry seeing as she had both arms wrapped around it.

“Y/n! You’re back!” She said, making her way straight towards you and pulling you into a side hug to avoid the wine bottle getting in the way.

“Got back this morning, Toru wanted me to help with the decor.” You replied. Kento and Haibara hugged you too, placing their things on the table. Haibara had brought a bucket of fried chicken and Kento had brought some homemade rolls saying he’d gotten the recipe from a bakery that he often visited.

The four of you mingled as you waited for Utahime and Suguru to arrive, your stomach in knots as the time passed. You weren’t sure what to expect, despite knowing that with everyone around it wouldn’t be likely that it’d be awkward but the awkwardness was the least of your worries.

You hadn’t seen him in an entire year and despite having mostly healed from the breakup, having little to no hard feelings, you still had a tiny ache in your chest whenever you remembered the look on his face when you told him you hated him. The both of you knew it wasn’t true, it had been words spat out during high tension - words meant to wound.

The doorbell rang and Satoru made his way over, welcoming Utahime with a one-sided hug before she ran to you, pulling you into a hug and asking you about your trip.

“Suguru said he’s running late because the girls refuse to go to bed.” Satoru said as he typed on his phone, presumably replying to the message.

“Shall I serve us some wine then?” Shoko asked already making her way to the kitchen.

As everyone drank their wine and chatted you got lost within your mind again, unable to stop replaying the memory you’d tried so hard to get rid of. It was strange really, you’d hardly had time to think about anything other than your job your entire year in Paris but being back had clearly reopened the wound you’d thought you’d fully healed. Seeing everyone again had your mind reeling.

Biting your lip you contemplated just going home and avoiding facing your fears. You were back for good, what was the rush?

As you opened your mouth to excuse yourself, a loud knock on the door had everyone cheering, knowing it could only be Suguru.

Your world spun as the door opened revealing Suguru, looking gorgeous as ever. Inky black hair tucked neatly into a bun. He wore a white knitted sweater and black dress pants, gauges still in his ears and purple eyes immediately landing on your figure nestled between Shoko and Haibara.

You quickly looked away, fingers tugging on the fabric of your shirt in attempts to soothe yourself. You definitely weren’t ready for this.

“Hell yeah! Let’s get to eating!” Satoru cheered, arm around Suguru’s shoulder as he led him to the table, the rest of you following suit.

As everyone served themselves, you stood idly behind Shoko waiting your turn and thanking the heavens above for Satoru distracting Suguru. You knew he’d want to talk to you and you weren’t even ready to see him so talking to him was the last thing you wanted to do.

Despite that fact, you could feel his lingering gazes on you and it only made you drink your wine quickly in attempts at easing the growing anxiety.

Shoko and Utahime made it their mission to distract you and they did a fairly good job at it, telling you stories about things they’d done while you were gone.

Unfortunately, the fuzzier your mind got the less you paid attention, only seeming to notice the way Suguru’s eyes stayed on you. Every time he had sensed a lull in your conversation with anyone he would try to get your attention but you wouldn’t let him - quickly engaging in different topics with whoever would listen. It’s not that you didn’t want to talk to him, you just didn’t know if you were strong enough to get through a conversation without crying. And you really didn’t want to embarrass yourself like that your first night back in Tokyo.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened.

You had excused yourself about two hours into drinking, your hazy mind amplifying every sound, every conversation and ultimately overwhelming you.

You’d never been much of a sociable person, limiting yourself to your small group of friends but after being isolated for most of the year, being so busy with your workload that socializing was the least of your worries, it seemed like you’d lost the ability to handle so many interactions all at once.

As you leaned over the bathroom sink, taking in deep breaths to cool yourself down, a knock sounded at the door. Thinking it would be Shoko or Utahime checking on you, you opened the door only to be face to face with the last person you’d want to be alone with.

“Please don’t close the door on me.” He said, raising his hands as you gripped the door tightly. You only frowned at him, glancing around to see if anyone else was coming to your rescue.

Only an empty hallway greeted your vision.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me so you don’t have to. I just… I know it’s not my place anymore but I could tell you were getting overwhelmed so I couldn’t help but come and check on you.” He said, eyes taking in your every feature and successfully rendering you speechless.

“I’m fine. Just…” You stopped, not needing to elaborate since you knew he could still read you like a book. It made you uneasy.

“Here, let’s get some fresh air, yeah?” He said, moving to the side so you could exit the bathroom. You could only hesitate.

“Promise I won’t talk to you if you don’t want me to.” He said, eyes begging you to follow him.

Letting out the breath you hadn’t noticed you’d been holding, you flicked off the light and exited the bathroom, allowing him to lead you to Satoru’s room and out onto his balcony.

The cool air felt good on your overheating body, Christmas lights from the houses around you twinkling under the night sky. Suguru handed you a throw blanket before leaning on the railing to look down at the snowy landscape.

“How was Paris?” Suguru asked. You glanced over at him but his gaze only stayed on the scenery below you so you relaxed a bit.

“It was fine.” You replied, feeling a bit awkward.

“Just fine? You do realize you were in Paris, right?” He mused arching a brow at you causing you to bite back a smile.

“Uhm.. Well, yeah but I didn’t exactly have time to sight-see.” You said, letting out a breathy laugh. He huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head, “can’t say I’m surprised… Did you at least see the Eiffel tower?” He asked.

“It’s insane in the night time when it lights up and everything.” You mused. Suguru watched as your eyes brightened with the memory.

You don’t know how long you two just stood outside, admiring the scenery and recounting stories here and there before he cleared his throat during one of your silent moments causing you to flinch at the sudden noise.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, not meeting your gaze. You looked away from him, throat tightening as your heart rate sped up. You felt like throwing up, an apology was the last thing you needed right now.

He sighed at your silence. “I needed to apologize but I couldn’t find the right time to do so before you left and texting you an apology seemed like a shitty move.”

You blinked at his words, brows furrowing as you tugged your blanket closer.

“I know this is selfish of me but I mis-“

“Stop. Please. Just stop…” You whispered, vision blurring with tears.

“Y/n.”

“No, Geto.” You reiterated, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Please don’t cry over me.” He murmured, hand hovering over your hand that had been gripping the railing so tightly in attempts at grounding yourself, but ultimately he pulled his hand away leaving you your space.

You sniffled, turning to glare at him. “Then either stop making me cry or look away.” You hissed causing him to frown.

“I never meant to make you cry…” He said, “then why do it?” You scoffed, wiping at your tears angry that they’d been stubborn enough to fall.

“I-“ he paused, reaching for you again but stopping himself when you leaned away from him.

“Because i’m an idiot. That’s clearly the only right answer. I’m not worth your tears, Y/n.” He said. You bit sniffled, letting out a small scoff.

“And yet here we are again, Geto.”

“Please don’t call me by my last name. We may have broken up but I still want to be in your life. Even if it’s only as friends.” He said. You were growing frustrated with your traitorous tears; every time you’d wipe them away they were replaced with fresh ones.

“I don’t want to be your friend. Can’t you understand that? You broke up with me - I think I deserve some space.” You said, swallowing the sob that wanted so desperately to escape.

“I don’t want to be friends either… I made a mistake letting you go.” He said causing you to furrow your brows and look over at him. He was already looking at you, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears that he had also been trying to blink away. It made your stomach twist into knots, bile rising in your throat.

“What kinda sick game are you playing at, Geto?” You hissed.

“It’s not a game, I swear. Breaking up with you was a mistake. I thought it would be for the better - we were both getting so busy and I wanted to you have someone that could be there for you whenever you needed. Instead of trying to be better I gave you up and I’ve regretted it every day. You’re all I’ve thought about this entire year…” He said. You felt hot tendrils of anger wrap around your chest, tears now flowing freely as you’d given up on wiping them away.

“Screw you.” You spat, turning away to leave but he only grabbed your wrist, tugging you gently towards him.

“Let me go, jerk.” You said, pushing away from him but he only held you tighter within his embrace. “Please just hear me out.”

“No! Dammit, Suguru. You can’t just come in to my life again after what you did to me.” You sobbed, struggling against his embrace but it never faltered.

“I know! I know, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m a selfish idiot.” He said, holding you as you broke apart in his arms. “I hate you.” You cried.

“I love you. Always will. Even if you leave me again.” He murmured.

You hated how easy it was for him to snake his way into your heart again, but you guess he had never really left. There had always been a Suguru sized hole in your heart and you hated it.

“Is there any chance at all for us again? I promise I won’t make the same mistake again.” He practically begged, pulling back to look at you.

You closed your eyes, not wanting to look at him anymore because you didn’t want to give in. But you knew it was helpless. You’d never hated him. You could never hate him because you would have to stop loving him first. You couldn't give up on him despite your best efforts. But now that the opportunity was here again, you were scared. You didnt think you'd be able to handle a second break up with him.

“Suguru…”

“Please. We don't have to jump back in all at once.”

You let out a sob, allowing him to wipe away your tears as your body slumped in his embrace, you were tired of fighting.

“We’d have to start from zero, Suguru.” You mumbled shakily. He nodded, holding you tight.

“We’ll go as slow as you need me to go.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

[bylerlipglances]

Yellow = Will and Blue = mike? yes but not strictly. their colors palette is more or less combination of RED, GREEN, YELLOW, BLUE , followed since s1.

intermixing of these colors results in different situations for mike and will. a likely fight between byler if mike wears yellow & will wears blue. Green is their unity color.

what we haven't seen is when blue and red meet. its yet to be established.

so why Mike is wearing PURPLE in s5 ? which is not even his Primary color. other than the fact that Purple is will the wise's color.

PURPLE is a secondary color, RED+BLUE=PURPLE, signifying a union. Moonlanding: .↙word "moon" has been used as a metaphor for buttocks in English since 1743.

speaking of RED+BLUE (WSQK van, electricity symbols), yellow Hawk, short for Hawkins), hawk is sign of wisdom in d&d, yellow, one of will's color

WILL

MIKE

ELEVEN's COLOR CODING

Eleven also wears Red, Blue, yellow and Purple. Her primary color seems to be WHITE.

She is a clean slate(white light) she disperses when she goes through a medium and learns.

Its a running theme of the show, her clothes are always someone else's or chosen by someone else by Hopper, Mike or Will.

season 2, Hopper: "your aunt becky gave you those clothes and that makeup?"

Season 3, Max: "not hopper, not mike, you"

season 4, Mike: “you were wearing that yellow benny's burgers t-shirt and it was so big it almost swallowed you whole"

Season 1: yellow benny's burgers t-shirt, Mike's clothes, Nancy's frock

season 2: chosen by hopper and Kali

Season 3: All chosen by Mike/hopper, except ones after Max's style talk

Max effect : Only after Max's pep talk about El finding her own style, she chooses Mosaic shades, representative of all characters she learns from. HENCE Her primary color is WHITE. (Maybe subconsciously , some Lab memory; rainbows)

Season 4: white(her primary) + wearing Will's shirt over and underneath.

ELEVEN's PURPLE connection :

purple, in eleven's context does not have any promising symbolisms.

She mentions she likes purple. why? PAPA

Brenner gifts her a potted plant with purple flower before she makes contact with the demogorgon. (purple+papa=stockholm syndrome effect)

overall FLOWERS have a negative connotation in ST.

Flowers(again purple) given by Mike are rotting by the end of season 4.

Additionally, Red(eleven)+Blue (Will) when united can create a combined effect of Will the Wise (purple)

Red(eleven)+Blue (Will)+ Black(kali)= darker shade of purple

part 1