#So go me

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FUCKING DID IT!!!! 50K BABY!!!!

[jonathanbyersphd]

HAPPY BYLERWEEN!

Here's my fic for Day 1: Haunted house! Hope y'all like it!

[lookninjas]

Not to brag or anything, but I did just write a couple sentences in my WIP even though I'm very tired and will probably be in bed in less than half an hour.

[sastielsfandom]

I did a thing on accident:

It's an update of First Comes Naps, Then Comes Marriage, And Sharing A Room? And Maybe A Few Things In Between.

I hope you enjoy!!

[kirfuffel]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Omoi/Rock Lee Characters: Omoi (Naruto), Rock Lee Additional Tags: Military, Peril, Minor Injuries, Damsels in Distress, Pre-Relationship, First Meetings, Rare Pairings, Child Soldiers Summary:

Omoi finds himself in a bit of a jamb and is contemplating his options when an unlikely (and frankly very strange) savior comes to his rescue.

For @narutorarepairweek​ | Day 1: Promises

Omoi breathed out the pain in his chest that was radiating from his back. He forced his eyes open, blinked and squinted through the settling dust. His heart was racing and he could feel every single beat in his ribs. He took stock of his body — noting that everything felt like it was there, just based on how much everything was aching from the fall.

His left ankle, however, was hurting a lot more than the rest of him.

He put his arms under him and pushed himself up onto his forearms, looking down to see what the problem was.

And it was a problem.

Several large stones were piled up in front of him and on his leg. While it absolutely hurt, he could tell that nothing was actually broken— or worse, crushed to bits. He breathed in and let it out like he could breathe out the pain. He tried to pull his foot back, but it didn’t budge. He pulled a little harder, and he felt a promising shift in the stones.

A few pebbles hit the top of his head.

He looked up.

Staring down at him was a boulder looming precariously just a few feet above him. So close he could reach up and touch it if he wanted.

He did not want to.

His eyes followed the length of the boulder down to its source and— sure enough— its heavy base was lodged directly over the rocks trapping his foot.

Omoi’s heart rate jumped even higher. He could feel the sweat start beading on his temples. Though usually he could think of a hundred different scenarios, only two came to mind now.

If he pulled his leg out, he’d be crushed.

Or he could do nothing and wait for his squadron to come find him.

If they came looking for him. This was a large operation and had to be executed perfectly and precisely on time in order to work and avoid alerting the target. Omoi was not a major component of the operation. If he did not show up at the designated rendezvous point, finding him was not going to be a priority until after the operation had been completed.

And while it was meant to be a fast, debilitating attack to wipe out the opposition, there would be hours of review to ensure no one had escaped the field. While it was possible that someone came upon him during the sweep, it was not going to be any time soon.

And would likely not be soon enough.

Omoi carefully lowered himself back down onto his back. He stared up at the boulder and it stared back at him.

What if it fell now? Would it be fast? Would he even know it happened?

What if it wasn’t heavy enough to smash him? What if it was just heavy enough to crush him, a slow and excruciating suffocation.

Or what if it wasn’t even heavy enough to do that? What if it was just big enough to hide him, so that no one could see him even if they did come across him? What if he just had to sit there— trapped under this rock— until he starved to death?

Then again. There was a third scenario. If his foot was the problem, he could just… cut it off. But what then? What if he cut his foot off and the boulder fell anyway? What if he cut off his foot and escaped, but bled out? How would he get back to the rendezvous point with one foot? Could he traverse the mountains with one foot? What if the operation had failed and there were enemy shinobi fleeing the attack and his blood lead them to him and he was taken as a hostage as a means to negotiation?

A wouldn’t negotiate with that, would he? What if he did? Did Omoi want that?

Omoi’s heart was beating so fast it was making him lightheaded and the edges of his vision were blurring. He closed his eyes. He felt like he needed to be panting, but he could hardly breathe in. Maybe the boulder had actually fallen and he was being crushed now—

“Are you alright?!”

Omoi’s eyes snapped open and his head snapped back. Kneeling over him was… a boy? Tan skin, round eyes, shiny dark hair and crazy thick eyebrows. He was staring intensely down at Omoi, practically unblinking.

What the hell kind of hallucination was this supposed to be?

“Hey!”

Omoi’s eyes snapped back.

“Are you alright!” The boy insisted.

Omoi didn’t answer right away. He looked around him, like maybe he’d wrongly assessed the situation, then looked back at the boy and said, “No.”

“Right! Do not worry. My name is Rock Lee, and I will get you out of here!”

“Okay.” Omoi watched the boy stand back up, then quickly asked, “Wait, how?”

“Not to worry! I am very strong!”

“How strong?”

“Very!”

The boy trotted a bit away. Was he wearing a green onesie? And orange leg warmers? Again, what kind of hallucination was this supposed to be?!

The boy fell into a deep crouch, one foot bent behind him into the stone floor like a tightened spring. “Please shield your eyes!”

Omoi was going to die here. He averted his eyes and raised his arms. He vaguely heard a couple of footsteps, then a brief moment of silence—

CRASH!  

The impact was practically an explosion, and hundreds of tiny shards rained down on Omoi’s hands and arms— some leaving tiny cuts like thin razors. He carefully opened his eyes and saw the rubble lying around him, like someone had showered the ground with gravel. He lowered his arms and saw the boy standing over him, almost as if he had been shielding him.

“That was not so bad!” The boy exclaimed, reaching a hand down. “You are safe now!”

“Uh…” Omoi looked around. All around him were shattered pieces of the boulder that had seconds ago been threatening his life and— to one side— all that was left were a few large rocks nearly fifteen feet away. He looked back up. “I… guess so…”

“You are! Do not worry.” The boy open and closed his outstretched hand a few times. “Come on!”

“I… I need to get my leg.”

“Huh?” The boy looked behind him. “Oh! Of course! Allow me!”

The boy walked over and—like he was moving blankets— shoved the rocks piled on Omoi’s ankle off to the side. He did a quick inspection, then turned back around with a thumbs up. “Your foot is still there!”

That actually made Omoi feel a bit better. He sat up, his body still stiff from the fall. He pulled his leg back and winced as his ankle turned. His foot may have still been there, but something was definitely wrong with it.

But it was there.

“How do you feel?”

“Uh…” Omoi took inventory of himself, looking at his hands. “Not… bad. Not… I’m not dead. Everything is still attached so… Good?”

“That is the spirit! Optimism is a core tenet of Youth!” The boy pointed at his ankle. “What about your foot? You winced a moment ago.”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. It’s probably fractured.” Omoi put his other foot on the ground, trying to stand up.

The other boy pushed him back down. “Then we must brace it until medical attention is available! Do not worry! I have wrapped many injured ankles!”

“I… okay.” Omoi sat and watched as the boy unwrapped the white fabric from his own hands. “I… I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“Rock Lee! The Handsome Devil of the Hidden Leaf!” The boy carefully lifted Omoi’s leg, sliding his own underneath to support it as he began wrapping Omoi’s injury. “And who are you?”

Omoi’s hand instinctively came up to his neck, covering the mark on his band.

“Do not worry so much. I know the vest of the Hidden Cloud when I see it.” Lee looked up sharply. “And I also know how the Hidden Cloud has acted against the Leaf in the past! I have not forgotten!”

“That’s… that’s fair. So then what’s all this?” Omoi gestured vaguely at the situation.

“I was not raised to walk away when I can act. Our villages are enemies and we may be enemies in the future, but this is where we are now.”

“That… makes sense. I’m lucky you came along. Who knows what would’ve happened otherwise.”

“It is my pleasure.”

“It’s Omoi, by the way.”

“Oh. Well, it is good to meet you, Omoi!”

“Likewise. So, what’s a Leaf shinobi doing around here anyway? You’re way away from home.”

“We have a mission to retrieve a representative from a town in the Land of Frost. It is well hidden, so my team and I spread out to find it.” Lee securely tucked the end of the bandage, and gently let Omoi’s leg back down. He stood up and reached an hand down for Omoi. “I am due back to report soon, but this is important as well. My team will understand!”

Omoi took it, relying heavily on Lee’s strength to pull himself back up.“There’s more of you?”

“Yes. It is me, my two teammates and my sensei.” Lee cocked an eyebrow. “You are pretty far away yourself. What brought you so far from home?”

“Oh. It’s just—“ Omoi’s stomach dropped. He grabbed Lee’s arm. “My guy, you’ve gotta get out of here.”

“What? Why?”

“You are about to get caught up in a huge military sting. The Hidden Cloud is setting up an encirclement 3 kilometers in diameter, on a target about 2 kilometers from right here.” Omoi pointed up at the sun. “At 0900, we’re going to start formation, and at 10000 hours, that encirclement is going to start tightening around the target and you cannot be here when that happens.”

“What?! That is an enormous field of engagement! What could possibly—“

“That’s really not important. The point is you’ve got to get back to your team and get them out before they’re caught up in this. I get us not being enemies right now, but the Hidden Cloud is not going to agree when they finds four Leaf shinobi spying on what is a very classified operation.”

“We are not spying—!”

“The optics are bad! Who is going to believe it was an accident! Y— this isn’t important.” Omoi pointed both hands at Lee. “Where are you meeting?”

“I—“ Lee looked up and around. He pointed sharply. “There! That tall tree was an easy landmark in these hills and gave us vantage.”

“Yeah. That’s why it’s also a major landmark in our operation.”

“What?! That cannot be! Neji is likely already there!“ Lee grabbed Omoi’s shoulders. “You do not understand! Neji cannot be found by Cloud shinobi!”

“Yeah! None of you can!”

“But Neji especially! He is a Hyuga, he has th—“ The words stopped dead in Lee’s throat.

The dead silence that shoved its way between them had knives at their backs.

Lee’s hands tightened on Omoi’s shoulders. “You had best not dare—“

“He definitely can’t be here.” Omoi looked up at the sun again. He gritted his teeth. He looked back into Lee’s steely gaze. “How good is your memory?”

Lee shoved his hand into his bag, whipping out a notebook. “I take great notes!”

“Good enough.” Omoi pointed down the side of the mountain. “About 60 meters that way, there is an opening in the mountain behind a dark rock. It’ll lead you into a path that will cut underneath the mountain and spit you out in direct line of sight of that tree. It isn’t well-known enough to be used by our targets, so it is not going to be utilized as part of this operation.”

“Right! So I will just take that!”

“No! There’s a trick. Well, four. There’s four tricks. If you get any of them wrong, you’ll be screwed and no one is going to find you like you found me. I’d go with you, but—” Omoi gestured at his ankle. He tapped Lee’s notebook. “So first: Keep your hand on the left wall, follow it until you get to a formation of three stalagmites and 2 green stalactites— you really can’t miss them, they are green. 

On the other side of them, there are three paths: take the one on the left. Put your hand on the right wall, follow it until you hit a chasm. There will be a few sets of stepping stones across it— you take the one with five. Do not take the other ones, they’ll collapse. It is going to be a wide open stretch to the exit, but there will be a sudden drop at the very end and there will be a very narrow footpath to the left side. Do not attempt to use your chakra to scale the wall, you’ll just slide off. You have to take that footpath. After that, it’s a straight shot out.”

Lee furiously scribbled down the last of the notes, nodding quickly. He looked back up. “And… and you promise this is true?”

“Yeah. You saved me, I save you.”

Lee grabbed Omoi’s wrist. “But do you promise?”

Omoi looked between Lee and his hand. He nodded, using his pinkie to make an X on his chest. “On my heart.”

Lee pressed his lips together. He let Omoi go. “… Thank you.”

“No worries, mate. Now get going!”

“One more thing!”

“What?!”

“If… if there is ever peace between our villages… visit. Will you?”

Omoi stared at him… for a while. Then he shrugged with a small smile. “L… likewise.”

“Right! I’m off!” Lee turned on his heel and ran, faster than he appeared to be.

Omoi watched him disappear around the curve in the mountain. He became very aware of the ache in his ankle again. He looked down at the neat binding that stabilized it. He looked back at the empty space in front of him.

He limped back to the side of the mountain and slid down, to sit out the impending operation. He really wasn’t going to be of any use anyway. And this would give him ample time to come up with a decent excuse.

He stared up into the sky, which was steadily brightening as the time of the operation was approaching. He was sure it was going to go off without a hitch. This was a classic maneuver after all, they’d done it before dozens of times.

Which meant that it was going to be airtight. If Lee did not move fast enough and he did not escape the encirclement before it closed, he’d be found. His team wouldn’t even know what was coming for them. His Hyuga friend would… well, that was reality.

And A would find out. Regardless of why he’d done it, Omoi had given intel on secret routes to an enemy shinobi and had aided in the escape of one of the Hidden Cloud’s most coveted bloodline limits. Even if they didn’t escape in the end, A would not look the other way. Whatever fate those Leaf shinobi were going to face, Omoi was going to face tenfold. A did not tolerate treason, from anyone.

Lee was fast though, based on those last few seconds at least. If he moved like that and was able to read his notes in those dim tunnels and escape, he still had time to get to that tree and get everyone out— if they could move like he did, at least.

It was a lot of what ifs. A lot of points of failure. A lot of luck. The possibility of success was low.

But it was not zero.

[knizmokat]

i did a bunch of cleaning today and now i can't bend my right arm without it hurting my elbow 💀💀

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

“darkness didn’t suit Sanji, not in the way it suited Zoro. It leeched all the colour from his hair, dulled the shine in his eyes, even wore away at the sharpness of his grin,”

my Husband based vaguely off the vibes of my most recent fic because I am proud of it and he is special to me😌

[dcviated]

I emerge from my drafts covered in blood.

[anxiety-banana]

google having a "search tabs" feature is only fueling my thirty tab problem

[toribookworm22]

Character Names

Thank you @writeintrees for the tag!

No pressure tagging: @kingkendrick7 @moremysteriesthantragedies @doublegoblin & leaving my open tag!

Rules: give us your characters' names and definitions and vote whether or not they fit the meaning.

Main cast of my queer superhero story:

Camille: free-born servant

Yeah, this is a little too accurate. Camille is the name I've (finally) decided on for Orchid. As she's a healer with no sense of self- preservation, her name is almost too right.

Nia: lustrous, goal, purpose

Lustrous maybe not, but Nia thrives with a purpose and a goal. She'd always looking for something to keep her busy and moving in the right direction.

Roldan: renowned land

A heroic name for my born and raised hero. Yeah, I couldn't have randomly picked better.

Anny: favor, grace

If we're going for ironic? Anny certainly doesn't seem to have lived up to whatever higher being deems worth mercy.

Delian: of Delos

This was the name that popped into my mind for him. I completely forgot it was in relation to a place. And no, he's never lived in Greece. Oops.

[bloodyentrails]

Finished a bit of woodworking

[thoughtofadumbteenprotagonist]

I have decided to start impulsively sending asks to people I wanna be friends with, it has yet to fail me so obviously my plan is infallible

[itsscaredycat]

so ok yeah fine i watched gravity falls again and read the book of bill

[sadclowncentral]

nearly had a medical emergency today because - and i cannot stress enough how little i am making this up - a helicopter landed in front of an open grain silo while i was getting off my ship and i am deathly allergic to the wheat that said helicopters rotor blades proceeded to blast in my face at full force. the cosmic forces are plotting against me ass situation to be in

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[sisterdragonwithfeathers]

this is your random reminder to CHECK IF YOU'RE STILL HAVING FUN

are you enjoying scrolling tumblr? watching youtube? reading that book? playing that game? drawing that art? doing that activity? if not,

YOU CAN STOP AND DO SOMETHING ELSE

you don't have to stick to something that you are doing for fun if it isn't fun for you anymore. You can come back! If you've loved it before you are likely to love it again! but you can stop!

Don't get stuck in a loop of doing something that you think should be fun when it isn't! You can put it down for a bit! Maybe that's the very thing that will make it fun again later!