#Part eleven

[calissarowan]

Bloom: Winx, we have a new, very important mission.

Musa: Aren’t we already protecting Roxy and freeing the Earth fairies?

Bloom: The Earth fairies can wait, and I think Roxy will be fine; the wizards kidnapped her and just kept her sitting around for a few hours; they’ve clearly either given up on taking her magic or are just dumb. No, this is far more important. Ogron got Stella in as vice president as revenge for me voting for Duman.

Tecna: You’re both allowed political opinions-

Bloom: Tecna, if I was interested in logic and sensible choices, I wouldn’t randomly assault people based on the assumption they're supervillains. Now, to how we’re going to get Ogron back.

Musa: Great. Nine episodes left in the season, and this is what we’re using them for.

[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-

[kingdomhate]

First Glance (Part Eleven)

Warnings: Revenge of the Sith Spoilers, distressing content, manipulation, possessive Anakin, and mentions of death. Proceed with Caution.

Upon turning around, you were met with a sight for a more prepared personnel. Standing in front of you so very proudly, is the infamous and ruthless Sith Lord Count Dooku, his curved, red lightsaber activated and pointed directly at you, at this sight you know you must play it calmly. Even despite every instinct and fiber in your body telling you to run, call for help or... that's when you realize the radio device in your hand, is probably the only chance of survival.

Especially when your master's voice can be heard ringing through it calling, "Y\N? Y\N, come in! Are you in trouble?" But you were forced to ignore those calls and fight against the almost overwhelming urges to make a break for it, because you were a Jedi, no longer a padawan in this instance. "Well, hi, Count." You greet with the calmest tone you can manage. With a chuckle, Count Dooku retracts his lightsaber, keeping it at his side. "The young, but controversial padawan herself... look at you, almost a Jedi." He muses, his slicked back grey-silver hair illuminated greatly in the ample light. "How did you know where to find me?" You inquire, gazing back at him as if his presence was not a major disturbance in the Force.

"I was not looking for you, I assure you. Merely on a trade for the Droid Army, you see, I am their leader. They depend on me." He tells you. "Why would you need to go to Kamino?" You slowly begin to interrogate him, thinking you can use this to your advantage when you return back to the Jedi Temple. "The same reason you must be here, despite the becoming a Jedi part." You nod and to your great surprise and horror, whichever, he moves closer, instinctively, your hand flies to your lightsaber tucked away in your robes. "The army..." You whisper in realization. "You know something, Y\N? You would not make for a bad Sith. With your intelligence and strategic mind, you can make the galaxy yours." You stare up at the Count, his words catching you off balance. "Excuse me? No. I am a Jedi." Count Dooku lets out a low chuckle, standing not too close to you but not exactly too far from you either.

"I can use the Force too. I can sense in you something the other Jedi can only guess. You don't know what you've become, a simple Jedi padawan with such a level of feelings for a fellow padawan whom is at war with himself as we speak or nothing short of a mess." Count Dooku's words tear through your heart as a child would their Christmas presents, your eyes widen as you find yourself unable to speak in turn to his shockingly true words. You find yourself conflicted. "Come with me. We shall meet someone you know will turn you for good." Gazing up at him and his outstretched hand, a storm of uncertain and certainly not Jedi faithful thoughts cloud your mind. Should you stay or go? What would become of you? What are you doing? In a fleeting moment, you make a decision, taking his hand, you surrender to your inner desires, your fears. With a smile of nothing short of cockiness and malice, Count Dooku leads you away from the world you've known all your life.

"Anakin, what are you doing?!" Calls an angry Obi-Wan and Council. "You haven't even looked into it? What would you call yourselves if not cowards?!" Anakin angirly snaps. "Listen to us, Anakin! For just a moment longer!" Anakin turns around, marching back to the center of the Jedi Council's room, gazing around at the members as if they committed the most heinous of crimes. "Y\N will be found. She only lost connection with us at the moment, that is no sign that she is in danger." Windu tries to reason with the hard-headed boy. "She will be found." He says, sounding more like he is trying to convince himself than anyone else, as if he cannot believe she lost connection at all. Ki-Adi voices his concerns following this outburst by Skywalker. "I do believe she might be facing something, Master Windu. I think it best if someone checks on her, to confirm she is safe." Yoda nods in agreement, turning to Windu. "A point, Master Ki-Adi has. Finding Y\N should be highest on our priorities." Windu nods and so do a collective few other members, at this, Anakin is instantly overjoyed. "I shall!" He happily volunteers and without missing a beat, the masters deny him.

"Because Master Ki-Adi mentioned it, I believe he should be the one." Says one member. "I agree, it should only take a few days at most." Agrees Obi-Wan. "Agree, I do." Replies Yoda. "It's decided then, Master Ki-Adi will be in charge of locating and confirming Y\N's safety." The members nod. And just like that, the meeting is dissolved. Anakin, once more finding himself in a fit of absolute rage, goes to cool off in this only way, building things, as he goes outside to work on his ship. He finds himself pondering if you would even contact him upon realizing you are in danger, if you were to die, would you want your last moments to be with him? He sighs as he begins disassembling small parts of his ship, that he cannot use because of his punishments and the very unlikeliness to be given a mission. If he could, he would fly to you, check on you, hold you, maybe reassure you if you needed it, apologize for his outburst at you hours before you left, maybe kiss you... God, the amount of times he has fantasized about kissing you, the thought does manage to creep in at night and make him unable to sleep. But he does, oh so very much dream of you.

The next day, when Ki-Adi gets geared up to locate you, Anakin watches, both feeling defeated but annoyed, annoyed he has just stand by and let you get potentially rescued by some other guy... but he ultimately has to swallow the bitter pill. Ki-Adi lands on the stormy planet of Kamino hours later. He goes inside to investigate Lama Su's appearances of you and notices your ship still there. He communicates this to the Jedi Council and proceeds. When Lama Su tells him that he indeed has seen you before and spoken to you, Ki-Adi immediately mentions this to the Council, saving Anakin another unneeded heart attack. However, at Lama's words that the last time he had seen you was when you asked to study the Clone Army once more, and that was it. Actually, he did mention hearing a few strange noises as if two people were having an intense conversation but Lama was not able to confirm that it was actually yours further provoking the Jedi's thoughts, hidden or not, that you had been somehow harmed.

Ki-Adi searched your ship, but saw nothing, except that you had left your supplies, such as food and water, proving to the Jedi that you were taken. Returning back to the Order, the Jedi all contemplated what to do furtherly as a group, Anakin being one of them. Your sudden disappearance startling Anakin but awakening something much sinister inside him. Without thinking of anything else, Anakin makes an excuse to speak to Chancellor Palpatine about this. "What is it, Anakin?" Palpatine asks with a sudden smile. "It's about someone close to me, a fellow padawan and a friend. They've gone missing." Anakin begins pacing around the grand office of the Supreme Chancellor, trying to sort out his scattered thoughts. "What about this 'someone'? Under what circumstances have they disappeared under?" Anakin hesitates a moment. "That's what we don't know. I mean, she's gone. This person, to me, is something beyond the comprehension of a simple padawan or a close friend...." He takes another long moment, thinking of how to word what you are to him.

"I love her." He ends firmly, his eyes, lit with a fire of rage, possessiveness and relief, relief at finally letting his pent-up feelings and the truth about you out to someone, including himself. Palpatine nods solemnly, sympathizing with Anakin's confession. "What do you plan to do about her vanishing?" That's what Anakin was dreading to be asked, as he had no idea what he would do. "I don't know. But it's not going to be good." At this, Palpatine suppresses a silent but malevolent grin. "Remember the anguish and anger you felt when you found your mother? The burning urge for revenge? Is that what you are feeling now?" Palpatine's voice takes a turn for the worse, sounding more sinister than ever, replacing his usual normal, caring tone. "Yes. It's not fair. How a Jedi Master, who does not care for Y\N gets to rescue her and learn about her being taken while I have to suffer with the expectation to be calm about it. It's insulting." Anakin blurts out angrily, his eyebrows arching in an angry expression. "Yes... and you came to me. Do you know what I recommend?" Anakin turns his back on the Chancellor, standing still but listening, quite intently.

"I recommend, Anakin, that you release your anger, in any possible way you see fit. You are aware of the Dark Side. You have hate, anger, save Y\N and all this time you have been locking it up. Let it out, Anakin. Let. It. Out." With This, Anakin storms out of the Chancellor's office, his intentions nothing short of ill-willed, he storms to the Jedi Council, his hand directly on his lightsaber as he storms into the Jedi Temple, the Council members, whom are still in session with their meeting about you, stare at him as if he was crazy. Activating his lightsaber he unseathed from his hip.

Meanwhile, you are seated in a luxurious but no doubt dark liar. Count Dooku approaches you and takes your hand, leading you inside another room, where countless Droids are all piloting a ship, a Neimoidian, no doubt the captain of the ship spouting commands left and right, to a room with a hologram of a figure, draped in black with a hood covering their eyes awaiting. "Lord Sidious, here she is." The figure, with it's arms seemingly stuck to it's chest, turns to you menacingly. "Jedi padawan Y\N L\N. It seems the offer and temptation struck a specific desire in you. I know you are separated from your precious Jedi on the mission to Kamino, where you were t recruit the awaiting manufactured Clone Army to return with the hope of being promoted to Jedi Mistress, as you wanted so badly." You nod, facing the hologram with both fearing but curious eyes. "Yes, t-that's right." You confirm and the hologram laughs, a sort of suffocated laugh, evil in nature.

"Your worshipped Anakin.... well, he's broken because of you. And here you are, standing in front of me, practically begging to be turned to the Dark Side." You nod once more. "That's right. But, Anakin, in what way is he broken?" With a twisted smile, Sidious explains. "Well, he's already turned to the Dark Side, in short. And it is all your fault. Your willingness to turn has well.... a reversed sort of effect on your beloved." Your eyes widen at this news. Anakin, turning? "Please, let me speak to him. Take me back." You try to demand. "If you prove yourself worthy, of course. Your master, Mace Windu has been opposed as a threat to the Sith. You must terminate him, show no mercy." You take a moment to decide and with a nod, you confirm you will do this. "I shall."

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@haydenpookiebear

Note: Sidious is down to the point ngl and not necessarily in character but it is my little version of Revenge of the Sith basically with a younger Ani and with you so I don't really care tbh but yeah. Part Twelve is going to come with a ridiculous amount of warnings.

[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.

[rhapsodyred-writes]

"Have you seen this sword?"

Roxy wasn't sure how Jamie had gotten a photo of her missing sword, but what baffled her most was that they were interrogating the person she felt was least likely to have it, let alone know anything about it - Ghost.

Ghost squinted at the picture on Jamie's phone, even though Roxy knew his eyesight was fine. This was a game to him - everything was a game to him. And Jamie was playing to that.

"Hmm," Ghost hummed thoughtfully, considering the picture at his leisure.

Roxy tried not to be frustrated with him - it wasn't like this was life or death, and he had every right to treat this as the game that Jamie was presenting it as. She just wished Jamie could be serious about this, even for a little bit.

"Have you or haven't you?" She butted in after a few more seconds of thoughtful humming.

Ghost seemed to get the message then, and chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry, Jam made it seem like we were playing. Are you actually looking for it?"

"Yes," Roxy sighed. "I'm actually looking for it. But I don't really expect you to have seen it recently, because I've got word Salem has it."

"Oh!" Ghost had a look on his face like he'd just had an epiphany. "So you need to find Salem, right?"

Roxy nodded as Jamie folded the picture up and slipped it into his pocket. Where had he gotten that?

"I really wish you'd take this seriously."

"Sorry, sorry," Jamie held his hands up in surrender as he chuckled sheepishly. "I'm bored, can you blame me wanting to play around a little?"

"Yes."

"Well," Ghost seemed hesitant to interrupt, so he did it slowly, and waited until he had the undivided attention of both Jamie and Roxy before continuing. "I don't know where Salem is, but you know who might?"

"Who?" Roxy wasn't overly keen to take anything that Ghost said too seriously - not that he never had anything important to say, but more that he tended to confuse facts.

"The other dragons!"

This was exactly what she was worried about. Just because Aquarios, Avlaroess, Fihn, Tahlen and Salem were all dragons, didn't mean they had some kind of psychic connection. She was about to open her mouth to tell him that, when Jamie butted in.

"Actually that's not a bad idea."

"Excuse me?!"

Jamie chuckled and held up his hands again. "Hear me out. They might not all have telepathic abilities, but the twins do, between each other. If we catch Fihn and Tahlen in different locations, we have a better chance of pinning down where Salem is."

Roxy was at a momentary loss. She turned from Jamie to Ghost, and back to Jamie...then back to Ghost.

"Did you intend that?" She asked.

"Nope!" Ghost answered happily.

"Intentional or not, though," Jamie started, with a knowing look.

Roxy nodded. "It's a good idea either way. Thanks, buddy." She leaned down and patted Ghost gently on the head, then beckoned her assistant to follow her.

They had twins to track down.

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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.

[calissarowan]

Ogron, after the trial: …How the hell did you do that?!

Stella: I just did what Elle Woods did. Start talking and hope for the best. Can you guys believe that worked?

Ogron: You…you based our entire sentencing on what the protagonist of Legally Blonde did?!

Stella: It worked.

Ogron: …

Duman: Hell yeah it worked! Celebratory milkshakes on me! And by me I of course mean Ogron, because hiring Stella was my idea and thus, I’m the secondary hero of the day.

Ogron: …I need a lie down in a dark room and a good, cathartic scream.

[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)

[milf-harrington]

i just haven't met you (yet)

alright here's your bloody part two, jesus christ ♡

part one

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The door unlocked with a series of clunking pops before Steve even registered the sound of boots on the porch.

The cabin was too deep in the woods to avoid regular visitors and the area was boobytrapped enough to discourage anyone else, but still, Hopper frowned disapprovingly at the back of El's head when the door swung open before he reached it.

"You're meant to wait until I knock."

She twisted around to see him over her shoulder, blood smudged under her nostril. "Why?"

The police chief sighed, closing the door behind him and re-engaging each lock by hand. A plastic bag dangled from his fingers.

"Because I could'a been anyone- someone dangerous."

"But you are not."

"But I could have been."

It was a conversation they had often, and this time Steve welcomed it, sinking further into the couch and hoping to avoid any possibility of Hop bringing up the walkie incident.

El had spotted the bag, climbing to her feet in a graceless un-piling of arms and legs.

Thanks to the combined efforts of both their appetites, the pizza cooling on the stove was the third of the night, but Steve knew she'd still be gorging herself on eggo's as soon as she got her hands on them. That girls stomach was an endless abyss, apparently.

Hopper didn't even get a chance to put the bag down before El was rummaging through it, and Steve huffed fondly.

Mistake.

Hopper's eyes flicked up to meet his, mustache twitching, and Steve groaned, leaning his head back against the couch and hiding his face in his hands.

"Can we just forget it happened?" He pleaded.

El, bright yellow boxes piled in one arm, looked between them. "Forget? Why are we forgetting?"

Before Steve could come up with a clever diversion, Hopper was already ruffling her hair and heading for the kitchen. "Your brother embarrassed himself on the radio earlier."

El blinked and tilted her head. "What did you do?"

Steve whined, mortification still simmering in his belly. "I asked if the guy Hop arrested was cute, and he heard it."

"Why is that embarrassing?"

"I wasn't arresting him."

Steve straightened up, ignoring El's question in favour of Hopper's reveal.

"You weren't?"

So, he hadn't called a criminal cute?

Hopper didn't look at him, preoccupied with lifting a slice of pizza free from the tray. "You know how those rich types are-"

Steve grimaced in agreement.

"- they think anyone who's not up to their standards is up to no good."

Something settled in Steve's stomach and he picked at the pizza crust under his nails.

He hadn't called a criminal cute.

"So why'd you take him to the station?"

Hopper grunted, mouth and plate full as he dropped it on the table. El remained in the kitchen, watching the toaster with her chin resting on the back of her hands.

"Protocol mainly. I got his statement about what he was doing in that area, then let him call his uncle to pick him up."

The toaster popped and the tv flickered when El startled. Steve cracked a smile.

"Look," Hopper sighed at the ceiling. "Munson is a pain in the ass, and I've hauled him in for possession more often than I'd like, but he's a good kid."

He shot Steve another grin as El settled beside him with her plate of waffles, and Steve got a bad feeling.

"Don't worry, though. I told him you're cute too."

El caught the pillow before it could knock over the salt shaker, freezing it in mid-air before letting it drop silently to the hardwood.