#The shattered eye is amazing man looks done with it FR

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The Velocipastor

Premise according to IMDB: After losing his parents, a priest travels to China, where he inherits a mysterious ability that allows him to turn into a dinosaur. At first horrified by this new power, a hooker convinces him to use it to fight crime. And ninjas.

Premise according to us: Every so often, in an otherwise ordinary life, a movie comes along that is so visionary, so transformative and so ahead of its time that your life is never quite the same afterwards. It probably goes without saying that this is not that film. But damned if we didn’t enjoy the heck out of it anyway.

Wow, that’s high praise there. Honestly, coming across this gem after some of the dross we’ve sat through of late was like going to sleep beside the Trumpster (you nestled in your comfy bed, him prostate and unblinking in his cryovac chamber) and waking up to see a shirtless Justin Trudeau standing over you holding a breakfast tray piled high with croissants and a huge bowl of Nutella.

Mmmm, Nutella. That’s so good smeared across croissants! Right... yes... croissants. Because that would definitely not be the only place we would be smearing Nutella in this scenario. But moving right along…

Ah yes, back to The Velocipastor. Now, where were we? Well, I was about to share my general rule of thumb about this kind of movie. Which is that if the words ‘WTF’ come out of my mouth within the first five minutes, followed by vigorous thrashing of the rewind button, then we’re onto a winner. And these guys managed it with the below shot. *cue supermassive spoiler alert*

You see, during the film’s first few minutes or so, a horrific car bomb kills the family of the film’s hero priest right before his very eyes. But instead of a glorious explosion of sound, violence, body parts and middle aged parental polyester across the big screen, the director merely added a descriptive tile in a font I think came standard with Windows Office 98. I mean, have you ever seen a more excellent manifestation of having no budget than this?

Wait, so there was no explosion, no body parts and no gore...  and that’s a good thing? YES! A very good thing. Because it shows they get the essence of B-grade monster movie making, which is that the budget may be small, but the tongue-in-cheek ideas don’t have to be. Talk about happy days!

Still, exploding parents is a pretty awful thing to happen to someone so young, right? Totally. But luckily our hero priest Fr Doug has the wise words of mentor Fr Stuart to ponder as he mourns his loss while sipping - nay sculling - the blood of Jesus Christ in a way we’re fairly certain the Vatican would not be keen on. “Your parents died Doug. That’s what parents do. They die on you.” Dibs putting that on a commemorative T-shirt.

So how exactly does a shattered soul such as Doug then rebuild from there? Well it’s simple. You go to the place where, in the words of Fr Stu, “you think God will not follow.” In this case, China*. And we know it’s China because, despite its resemblance to an everyday tract of north American wilderness, we are offered a few subtle clues. Namely the word ‘China’ appearing on screen in massive type and the sudden arrival of a warrior chick in a white martial arts suit and a vaguely racist bamboo peasant hat. Mind you, we don’t get too much of a look at her since she’s busy copping an arrow straight through the chest from a random ninja in the forest. Then comes the indignity of spending her final moments with our hero priest, who takes one look at the gushing bloody wound and arrowhead embedded prominently in her torso and reaches for the obvious question only a man anyone would ask in the circumstances: “Are you hurt?” Honestly, in her shoes, we would have passed him the cursed dinosaur tooth of the Dragon Warrior too.  *note this film predates the arrival of the coronavirus.

By the way, just rewinding matters for a second, I couldn’t help but notice that Doug somehow managed to drive to China ... from the US: Yes, we clocked that too. But rather than get bogged down in logical exploration, let’s just assume Sarah Palin was the film’s geography consultant and move on.

OK, done. Next minute, we’re suddenly back in the US, where Doug is having some bad dreams and feeling hungry* and a prostitute called Carol is being roughed up by her pimp Frankie Mermaid, whose subtle moniker refers to the fact he’s “swimming in bitches”. Frankie old mate, you are so going to die. But not, apparently, before sending Carol out into a dark forest to drum up some business. *if you get what we mean

Wait, is that really where hookers hang out these days? #askingforafriend Well not if they want to make any money, no. But hey, no sacrifice is too great in the pursuit of #plotdevelopment. And just as we type that here it comes, in the form of an armed offender keen to separate Carol from her cash. If only there was someone, anyone, who could just randomly stumble into the forest and rescue our damsel in distress. Oh wait. Is that Fr Doug? Boy, he looks kind of hungry* *if you get what we mean

Next minute: It’s the next morning and a surprisingly buff Fr Doug is in the hooker’s bed. But not like *that*. Because she just wants to chat. Or at least to engage in some very unsophisticated single entendres about how “last night was amazing” even though “it all happened so quickly”. Fortunately her blow by blow* account sets Doug’s mind at ease, except for the bit where he turned into a dinosaur and ate someone. Which he does not believe. Because, and say it with me here religious zealots, “Dinosaurs never existed.” * Wash your mind out with soap - this is a common expression, not a sexual euphenism... yet.

Of course they didn’t. Well I assume she eventually convinces him he’s part velociraptor and that they should use his powers to rid the world of evil. But we don’t want to give away the rest of the movie do we? No, we most certainly do not want to spoil the sure-to-be-hugely-unexpected plot twists of a movie called The Velocipastor. And honestly, half the fun is in the surprises. So instead, let’s just share a few of the queries we asked each other along the way: * Did that guy really just say he’s going to survive the Vietnam War without taking a single hit? I mean, has he ever seen a war movie? * Really? You bought nunchakus to a fight with ninjas? Really? * Wait, does that exorcist have goblin ears?  * Are they honestly going to boink for the first time under a chenille duvet?  * No, I mean seriously, under a chenille duvet????

Wait, if our hero is a priest, then who is the prostitute boinking? Sorry, can’t answer that. But *cough* The Thorn Birds *cough*.

Well at least tell us Frankie Mermaid bites it bad: Again, mum’s the word. But let’s just say confession isn’t always good for the soul, especially when you may or may not be confessing to a certain earlier car bomb murder.

Intriguing. Well to something you can tell us, did the film get good reviews? To answer this let’s turn to our beloved critics over at the IMDB: “This movie cured my cancer and my acne, my asthma is gone and I don't need my glasses anymore.” Nuff said. Final verdict? Yep! And that’s without even mentioning the best ninjas versus dinosaur fight scene EVER committed to film. EVER. Which I really wanted to film and post here but #respectforcopyright.

Vanilla vodkas needed to sit through it (out of 10): None. And that would be true even if we hadn’t just drunk our own body weight in sugar-free soft drink.

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BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 8

Read Ch. 7 | Masterlist

SPOILER ALERT: We divin’ right into the story plot for S4 here!

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“Blink, he’s mine,” Red Riot growled out and got into stance. “Get the stragglers to safety.”

“I’m not running away from this fight.”

A barrage of blades came flying from the enhanced villain in hopes to distract them, only to have to two dodge simultaneously.

“No offense, but I can take him down faster,” the hardened boy firmly stated, his resolve re-lit. “At the rate his blades are coming, you’re just gonna get more beaten up. And there’s still people around who can get hurt. Their safety takes priority.”

He glanced at her current state, covered in cuts. Hating to admit her disadvantage here, Blink clicked her tongue in annoyance and turned.

“You better get him!” she shouted before running to a group of civilians to teleport them away to safety.

Using himself as bait, Red Riot lured the blades over to cover Blink while she continued to evacuate the vicinity. Charging in with his Unbreakable form, he successfully got close enough to execute his ultimate move, Red Gun Turret. Pummeling the villain directly in his torso, the man was sent flying to the far wall. Scurrying on the ground like a cowering rat when Red Riot approached him, he begged for his life, reiterating how all he wanted to do was get stronger and he’s just a pathetic guy wanting power.

With his words as a diversion, the villain used his blades to launch himself into the air to escape, only to intercepted by Blink and Fat Gum who were both mid-air. She swung her staff at full force, shattering his blades into a million pieces and kicked the base of his neck with the fat hero intercepting him with his body.

“When confronting an enemy, a villain’s conditions are: Kill! Escape! Beat up! And so on!” Fat Gum lectured through chuffed breaths. “For us, it’s just “capture without any victims”! Remember that, Red Riot!”

Gradually standing back up, Fat Gum successfully stopped the villain with his Fat Absorption quirk. Red Riot looked on amazement how easy he was able to take him down whereas he struggled to the end.

“To suppress villains, you gotta take away their will to fight as quickly as possible!”

Blink stomped over to the now softened redhead and gave him a hard smack to the back of his head, to which he gave a verbal hiss of pain.

“You goddamn idiot! Are you deaf?!” she shouted. “I told you not to talk to the enemy! That’s how they distract you!”

“S-sorry, Blink,” he sheepishly apologized as the lingering pain throbbed all over his occipital lobe.

“Don’t be sorry. Be better!” she angrily huffed and poked him hard on his chest to drive the point home. Red Riot let out a breath through his nose with a small frown at his senior and nodded.

“I’ll be careful next time,” he muttered out. The hardening hero looked away bashfully and wiped the sweat from the top of his lip with his index finger. “And thanks… for before. Your pep talk helped me bring out Unbreakable.”

“All I did was remind you of what you had all along,” she replied as a matter of factly. “You’re a hero, aren’t you?”

He looked up at his upperclassman, who was currently smirking at him and held the back of her fist out, to which he responded with a bump in acknowledging each other’s strength. The hidden civilians, even some of which Blink teleported away to safety, gathered around and thanked them for their actions.

“You two got one hell of a magnificent debut,” Fat Gum complimented. “Far different from mine. And you’re the ones who helped me out! The two of you will be great heroes yet.”

With the commotion dying down, the three regrouped with Suneater on the main street to help the local authorities round up the now captured street thugs. The group of four analyzed the capsule the hooded boy was shot with.

“There’s no doubt about it,” Blink firmly stated. “It’s a quirk booster. But it looks off...”

“Based on how long it lasted, it’s most likely a knock-off,” FatGum pointed out.

“It’s definitely not from America; theirs work up to two to three hours,” the scraped up girl deduced. “And the side effects are semi-permanent, depending on the uppers dosage mixed in.”

“Chances are it’s from Asia,” the tall, rotund hero guessed.

“You seem to know a lot about this, Blink,” Red Riot noticed. “Why is that?”

Suneater noticed the look of hesitation on her face, decided to answer in her stead. “It’s been all over the news as of late, so it’s not surprising the information makes its way onto the internet.”

“And I used to work with the cops back in the day and we seized a lotta this stuff during raids,” Fat Gum added, quickly catching on what his sidekick was doing.

Their discussion was interrupted by one of the cops coming over with information about the gun used to shoot Suneater. The two turned to their senior, who was currently hiding his face under his hood.

“You okay?” Red Riot asked with a tone of concern.

“… It’s such a bitter pill to swallow… To have a hero’s quirk not work is a poor showing on my end,” he mumbled out dejectedly. “Both of you had to protect me… It’s something Mirio would’ve done. You’re both a ball of sunlight.”

“Well, you helped me with this internship, guiding me through everythin’...” Red Riot replied.

“Suneater… It’s only temporary,” Blink comforted and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Your quirk’ll be back before you know it.”

He tilted his head down to hide his face under the hood.

“Blink… I have a really bad feeling about this,” was all he uttered out with a slight quiver in his voice. “We’ve heard of the boosters, but now we have a drug that can negate quirks? This is bigger than what you thought it is from before...”

All she could do was nod solemnly. With the investigation wrapped up, Fat Gum told the three to go to the hospital to get checked out and wounded tended before returning to the agency for the debrief. As they headed back to U.A., Amajiki pulled Ren aside with these parting words:

Whoever will be involved with this need to know your history. It’s bigger than you.

Days after their first day, classes went by as usual in the U.A. campus. As the evening rolled in, the students all gathered in the Common Area. Sighing aloud, Ren slumped her head back on the couch, not wanting to think about this burden anymore. She glanced over at Kirishima, who was also dazing out.

“Hey Kirishima! Ren-senpai!” Kaminari yelled across the room. “Your hero names are all over the news on the net! That’s awesome!”

The redhead walked over to see two articles his friend pulled up on his screen, the first reading “Newcomer sidekick Red Riot Breaks Into the Scene!” and the other “The Beaming Hope, Blink!” Meanwhile, Ren remained stationary on the couch, unable to move a finger; she was beyond tired after returning from Kansai and having to head to class the following day.

“Tsuyu, Uraraka!” Ashido shouted and showed her phone screen too. “Your names came up in another article!”

All the while other students were commending their achievements, Bakugou stood on the sidelines angrily grinding his teeth out of jealousy and frustration. Iida, however, commented even though they have their provisional licenses, academics take precedence over everything.

The R.A. closed her eyes and leaned back on the couch, with mental and physical exhaustion racking her body as she tuned out the lively conversation. She drifted to sleep and felt a sudden shift of weight on the couch. Lazily opening her right eye, she made out Todoroki’s face staring at her only to have it close again.

“If you’re tired, you should head back into your room to sleep,” he spoke into the shell of her ear in a low voice and noticed the thin cut scabbed over on her cheek. Unconsciously reaching out, his thumb softly grazed the bumpy surface of it, watching her slip further away from the conscious world. This was the first time he’s seen their resident advisor with such a peaceful expression.

“Ah, Ren-senpai fell asleep,” Yaoyoruzu pointed out. “That’s rare.”

“She has been pretty tired lately, huh,” Uraraka pointed out with a look of concern. “I hope the internship isn’t wearing her out.”

“Are you kidding?” Kirishima exclaimed. “She was kickin’ ass left and right! Senpai moved faster than me when we were fighting that blade bastard!”

“She really that strong?” Bakugou suddenly asked, his interest peaked.

The spiky boy stayed quiet for a moment, replaying the moments in his head.

“It’s not that she’s ridiculously strong like Togata-senpai, but….” He paused to think further, placing his hand on his chin. “She moves like she already knows what the enemy’s about to do.”

“So she’s predicting her enemy’s moves before attacking,” the ash blond boy summarized.

“Like Togata-senpai did with us during the exercise,” Midoriya added.

“It works with how she currently fights,” Kirishima agreed. “But if she was to fix up her offense, even I would struggle against her if we ever fought, maybe even lose.”

The four boys looked at her as she drifted into full slumber, her face looking like she didn’t have a care in the world.

As the days went on, Ren alternated between going to her internship and classes, trying her best to stay awake in the latter. At one point, one of Ectoplasm’s clone repeatedly slapped her awake during math class only to have no response and ended up in detention for it. It’s not that her current schedule made her exhausted, it’s the extra personal training sessions she put herself through that overworked her body.

Considering how the last fight went with the recent villain, she realized all of her weaknesses in her fighting style were laid bare like wounds.

She didn’t show it, but she was as frustrated as Amajiki when she placed all the pressure on Kirishima in taking that scumbag down. Forget the glory in making the front page of stories. She wanted justice delivered by her strength, something she currently lacked. And the fact that walking garbage used a quirk enhancer hit too close to home.

If she couldn’t take care of a small fry like that, what were the chances of her taking him down?

Knowing she couldn’t stay the way she was now, Ren swallowed her pride and initially asked the Big Three to do training sessions with her in the dead of night. However, given their schedules as third years on top of the internships, it was hard to squeeze it in.

Her next choice were those from 1-A.

Taking Seri’s advice to heart, who better to ask in training her close range combat skills than them? When it came down to picking sparring partners, the four who came to mind were Kirishima, Bakugou, Todoroki and Midoriya on the boys side; for the girls, it’d have to be Uraraka.

This wasn’t an act of desperation; they were strategically chosen because of their combat experience and skills.

Out of the five she chose, three agreed to help her. Midoriya refused because of his uncertainty in controlling his quirk and was afraid he’d hurt her. Uraraka also refused because she too was undergoing her own training.

However, out of the three boys, Kirishima was surprisingly the one who struck up the proposal in wanting something in return: information. He wanted to know what her relation was to the quirk enhancing drugs that’s been in circulation. Deciding it was a fair request, Ren accepted the condition. It was a necessary deal with the devil if she were to progress her own abilities.

Damn the past and what came from it; the present’s here for her to carve out her path. She’ll play Aizawa’s game and be the tragic hero he wants her to be. No matter the cost.

As the dead of night approached, Ren woke up from her nap and got dressed in a black tank top with her U.A. gym uniform bottom in the darkness of her room. Stretching out her limbs to stir up her sleep-ridden body, she sighed and knelt down on the floor in the middle of her room. Placing her right palm on the floor, she concentrated all of her energy into it and emitted a faint glow, creating a small trap door that wasn’t there before.

This was Ren’s second ultimate move: Void.

With her Flicker quirk, she can concentrate the energy from it to create a room in between spaces for safety and hiding. There is only one door for entrance and exit. The only people who can enter this space is whoever she invites with a verbal agreement. Anyone invited to the room can only enter when she activates it. As great as this move is, it takes a lot of stamina and concentration as Void is a one-shot deal. Because of the amount of energy it takes, it takes away her teleportation abilities for 24 hours.

Entering through the door, she found another person was already waiting for her with his arms crossed donning a matching black tank top and loose sweatpants.

“You’re late.”

“My alarm didn’t go off. Sorry.”

“Y’know, you’re wasting my precious sleep too.”

“Oh, please,” Ren disregarded and stretched her arms out. “You’re getting plenty from this session too, Bakugou. Even if it is once a week with you.”

The explosive blond merely huffed a breath and smirked while hunching over to stretch out his back and legs.

“Just remember the deal, senpai.”

The silence between the two was intercepted with the sound of a door opening. Bakugou scoffed at the person entering and rolled his eyes at a familiar bi-coloured hair boy walking toward them, wearing a white tank top with dark blue pants.

“Didn’t know tonight was a threesome.”

“Figured I up the difficulty level tonight,” Ren disclosed with a smirk. “I’m feeling impatient.”

“Just let us know when you need a break,” Todoroki reminded and placed his hands on his hips. “You’re overworking yourself as of late.”

“We’ll keep the session to two hours tonight. Sound good?” she bargained.

“Be it one hour or ten hours, I’ll kick your ass either way,” Bakugou growled out and lit his palms up with mini explosions. “By the way, Kirishima revealed one of your advantages when you knocked out on the couch the other night,” he mentioned in passing. “Teach that to us.”

“Oh?” Ren hummed with interest. “Gotta be more specific there.”

“He said you had foresight in battle,” Todoroki answered.

“Ah, that should be simple enough for you two to pick up, given both your combat experiences,” she casually remarked and suddenly appeared in front of Bakugou’s personal space and jumped back from being startled.

“What the– I thought you said you couldn’t teleport if you made this space!” he exclaimed.

“That’s my normal speed without my quirk,” she revealed with an arrogant smirk gracing her lips, her eyes glowing with mischief. “Some third years even say my speed surpasses Mirio-senpai’s by just a little bit.”

Taking a few steps away from the blond boy, she turned and placed her hands on her hips.

“Change of plans: your goal tonight is to predict my movements,” she stated. “This’ll be your first step in getting stronger and getting a leg up in your provisionals. Considering I can’t use my quirk tonight, you two are at an advantage.”

“But what about you, senpai?” Todoroki asked with hesitation.

“Don’t you worry. I have a few ideas up my sleeve.”

She flashed a confident grin at the two boys, their heart fluttering with nervousness and excitement. Just what kind of tricks will their Ren show them tonight?

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The Emperor: The Beginning - Pt VI

Warning: Body Horror 

“Hello in there~---AH! You’re awake. Perfect.”

Zyollan groggily opened his eyes,

‘Where am I?’

He looked to blackened walls though the room itself was quite bright, the source being a thick ‘waterfall’ with magma and ash pouring from god knows where. Metal trays, vials, chambers of ominous liquids and things within ominous chambers of liquid were scattered around the spacious cavern like room. To his left, he noticed a writing desk with detailed formulas and words in languages unknown. Crumpled paper balls littered the floor amongst stacks of books some 10 to 20 bindings tall. After his initial survey he felt a chill along his back and noticed he was lying down on a cold metal bed. Scared of his strange surroundings, he sat up straight, the quick movement leaving his head spinning.

“I wouldn’t try that my dear, not good for someone in your condition. Pieces of your skin might slough off so try to minimize your movements for the next few minutes.”

‘Skin? Slough off?’

He tried to vocalize his distress but no matter how wide his mouth opened or how much he tried to talk, not a single sound came from his throat. A bright light suddenly came directly into his eye,

“Good pupil movement, alert x3, well endowed….”

At the last comment he looked down to notice his very apparent nakedness and swiftly bent to grab a crumpled paper from the floor,

“Oh how shy and adorable you are~ We’re going to get along very well.”

His large eyes looked down at the strange female scuttling around with a clipboard and dressed in nothing more than rags that barely left anything to the imagination.

“Veyerta how is our new family member doing~?”

The new deep voice invoked a strange feeling of deja vu which only became stronger as he gazed at Darius coming down the stairwell. Oddly the man was also in very revealing dress, the sheer raven fur trimmed robes leaving nothing covered.

“Well as you can see he’s alive so that’s the major hump we had to get over.”

“Good good~ Good god he’s a big one isn’t he? I didn’t realize it at first but the fact you needed to put six beds together just to operate on his humanoid form...Any temperament issues?”

“None whatsoever. In fact, he is quite the expressive one.”

“I can see that, he’s as red as a blood soaked platinum sword at daybreak.”

“I’m running a laboratory here General, not a Monday Poetry Club.”

“Yes of course…”

‘This conversation is making me uncomfortable…’

Zyollan was startled from his inner thoughts by a warm pat on his inner thigh, causing him to snap his legs shut and recede into himself.

“Oh you poor thing you’re like a frightened puppy. It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.”

Darius’s smile was both charismatic and welcoming yet unnerving. However, while he had the man’s attention, he wanted some questions answered. Given that he couldn’t speak, he gestured to his throat and mouth in an effort to ask what happened to his ability to speak, though the confused looks on the duo in front of him meant that he had to improvise. Thinking for a couple of seconds as he frantically swerved his head around the room, ears perking up and swiveling in time, he looked down to the only piece of material preserving his dignity.

Both Darius and Veyerta watched in awe as he snatched a pen from the desk next to him and began writing on his lap. Unfortunately, as legs weren’t meant to be a sturdy writing tablet, the paper ended up peppered with rips and with each tear came a highly emotional look that caused worry that he was going to cry.

“I-Is that caligraphy?”

“I’m just surprised he can write.”

When finished, the gentle giant nervously handed the paper over to his ‘doctor,’ crossing his legs in the process.

“Ahhh I see...You had an operation. You won’t be able to speak for a while though I can’t say for how long. It might be weeks, or months, perhaps even a year or so. The damage your body took was not something to sneeze at. You’ve been asleep for a month.”

Zyollan looked to what he could see on his body and tilted his head in confusion as if to say ‘What damage?’ There were no scars to be seen with the naked eye from his perspective. At this point Darius handed him a shard of mirror,

“You died.”

The shard further shattered in numerous pieces as Zyollan cowered in fear with his back up against the wall from the image he saw in the mirror. His hand shaking like a leaf, he carefully felt along his jaw and touched the folds of stretched skin and muscle tissue, eventually feeling his tongue from putting his finger through the holes in his cheek. He sniffled and teared at his facial deformity, thinking it was a curse for something he had done in the past.

“Oh you poor thing, it’s okay. You actually are quite the handsome dragon. Moreso than the majority of the grubby little inhabitants of our home.”

Home.

Was this where he was? Home?

“You were just a normal citizen of the Shattered Plains living peacefully on your lonesome as a farmer. It’s amazing how you survived so long without bandits coming to steal all your belongings. Of course good things don’t last forever...But don’t worry, those bad men have been put to justice.”

Veyerta’s gentle hold on his cheek as she wiped a tear away felt safe and comforting to him, as if he hadn’t felt the warmth of a caring being in years.

“We found you and decided to bring you back so you can live your life here, in safety and belonging. Though, due to the simply terrifying accounts from neighboring towns and independent farmers like yourself, we made the decision to wipe your memories due to your trauma at the time of death.”

Zyollan stared in awe at his apparent past. He felt lucky to be alive. He motioned for the pen and paper back from Darius to scrawl out further questions.

‘My family?’

“Dead. They died when you were just a newborn from famine.”

‘Did...did I have any brothers or sisters?’

“. . . . No. You were an only child.”

‘Did I leave anyone behind? Anyone I loved?’

“No. You are the only one left. You were alone. That’s how you lived.”

The answers, although quite sad, made him feel at ease in his new home. He decided this woman would be his new Mother of sorts. She seemed pleasant enough and what’s more she brought him back from a place no one ever returned from. His train of thought was broken by more information spilling from his Mother’s ever informative lips.

“Now the runes you see on your shoulders are your mark as a Golem. You can manipulate the Earth at will you see. The feeling will seem foreign to you at first, but your magic will be trained over time and soon you will be the famed Guardian of Vita Sanguinis, the cornerstone of the House.”

‘I can use magic? I’m a guardian of the House? What’s Vi--Vita Sanguanoice?’

The information came at a fast pace that Zyollan quickly tried to stomach. He obviously had a lot to learn from his new House. He wondered if there was a library he could go to for more information, or a person. I mean he had to know what in the world who and what he was guarding. What types of dragons were in the clan? So many smells meant that it was certainly a large family. What did Vita Sanguinis mean? What did it represent? So many questions filled his mind as quickly as information was given to him. Before long he was being dressed in a loin cloth and helped to his feet all the while with his Mother continually jabbering about his training and station as a protector and member of the family.

“SO! Any other questions?”

Veyerta had her hand on the doorknob, looking for her new child’s approval before revealing him to the highly anticipating others. Darius chuckled at Zyollan’s upturned eyes as if he was searching in his mind with them. He nodded energetically before long and was again handed the pen and paper,

‘What’s my name?’

Veyerta’s smile was a bit bittersweet this time, as if she was remembering something painful yet needed to maintain the appearance that everything was alright.  

                                                       “Zyollan.”

@fr-blackiebelle @guardianitefr

YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE DIDN’T YOU??? 

Now we’re done! Thank you so much guys for sticking with these chapters till the end! I’ll introduce Zyollan with his humanoid portrait soon so you all can meet him ^^ 

[evanstanimagines]

Accidental Confessions

Imagine accidentally admitting you were in love with your best friend

Angst with Fluff not my gif

Sebastian had been your best friend since college and you’d been room mates since graduation. You had both just clicked right away and an amazing friendship had begun. You were inseperable even when you had dated you both wanted to rush home and tell eachother all about it. He was amazing simple as that by far the best man you knew, kind caring funny and devilishly handsome but he was just your friend, that you’d figured out after your 10 year friendship, just friends. It killed you on the inside you were so in love with him it hurt, but you’d never tell him. You’d never risk losing him if he didn’t feel the same so you we’re just his friend. It was better than nothing at all you figured. But the more dates you went on the more you realised he was the one you wanted to be with and you’d decided to tell him when he’d come back from his vacation. He had a girlfriend but he made it sound like it was nothing serious and as wrong as you knew it was you just had to tell him how you felt you couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore it was destroying you. Decision made, you’d tell him tonight when he came home.

It was 10pm and Sebastian was due home any moniute, you’d had a few glasses of wine to calm your nerves while you waited for him to come home and when you heard the front door open your heart skipped a beat

“Y/N I’m home, where are you?” he shouted as he dropped his bag in the hallway

“Kitchen” you shouted back, taking a few deep breaths steadying yourself before he peeked his head round the door

“Hey i missed you bud, I’m so happy to be home” he said as he pulled you in for one of his bear hugs you loved so much

“missed you too, how was your vacation? You want a beer?”

“Amazing and yes i’d love one, I have huge news Y/N you might wanna take a seat” he told you pulling out a stool from the breakfast bar. You couldn’t help but notice how excitable he was acting. You shot him a questioning look as you took the seat

“Okay, what is it Seb whats got you so jumpy” you aksed

“ right here goes, well the thing is, um…”

“spit it out” you almost shouted growing impatient at his stuttering

“I PROPOSED…..She said yes”

He propsed, what? you could almost feel your world come tumbling down around you. Why would he propose they’re not that serious are they. The tears began to prick in your eyes, blinking a few times to hide them you shook your head

“Oh my god Seb, C-congratulations” you tried to hide the utter devastation in your voice “t-thats fan-fantastic”

“really Y/N you don’t sound too happy about it?” he quizzed studying your obviously shocked and slightly broken expression

“of course I’m happy for you you dork, it’s just unexpected i didn’t know you were marriage serious about this girl, I’m just shocked is all.” you lied “ excuse me I’m a little tired I’m gonna head up to bed its, its good to have you home” it was getting alot harder to hold back the tears threatening to spill out

“Y/N I’ve just got home and you’re leaving me already?” he asked clearly a little upset

“I’m not the one leaving” you muttered as you turned away from him and walked out of the kitchen

He shouted after you asking what you’d said but you waved him off and ran for the stairs holding on to the handrail like it was only thing stopping you from sinking into a sobbing puddle on the floor. You made it to your bedroom slammed your door shut and leaned against letting the tears flow, heart wrenching sobs shaking your entire body, struggling to catch your breath clutching your chest scared that if you let go your heart would literally shatter.

Seb stood leaning against the island confused as all hell about what had just happened, he’d told you the biggest news ever and you practically ran away from him he couldn’t understand why. After about 20 minutes of trying to figure it out for himself he decided he couldnt and you’d just have to answer his questions for him. As he reached for the handle of your bedroom door he paused he could hear your hushed voice coming from inside it was clear you’d been crying from the sniffles he kept hearing between sentences he figured you were on the phone. He wanted to turn around and wait for you to finish but his feet wouldn’t let him leave. He knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop but he wanted answers maybe he’d get some here.

“Mom he asked her to marry him he’s fucking engaged” you sobbed down the phone “what am i going to do now, i’m gonna lose him mom, i can’t lose him”

He couldn’t hear what your mom was saying back to you and he wondered why you were so upset and why on earth you’d think you’d lose him you were his best friend he wasn’t going anywhere. Not really. He kept listening

“but i will mom, I’ll lose him if i tell him how i really feel and I sure as hell can not watch him marry someone else, i think it would actually break me”

Wait what? How you really felt, what did that mean?

“I’m in love with him mom I can’t just be happy for him, i’ve been pretending to do that for years now i can’t do it anymore. I know I’m being selfish and I’m not gonna ask him to choose, I’m making this decision on my own, I’m done i can’t anymore” you started sobbing again repeating yourself over and over again “I can’t, I can’t”

Sebastian stood utterly shocked outside your bedroom, torn, he wanted to come in and comfort you like he always would when you were upset but he didn’t understand what the fuck was happening. You were in love with him? Since when? You guys had been friends for almost half your lives how did he not know. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He decided he couldn’t hear anymore and crept back downstairs to the kitchen to try and process the confession he wasn’t supposed to hear.

After you ended the call to your mom you opted for sleep it was the only thing you thought would stop your heart from hurting even for a little while.  You didn’t change from your clothes, just lay in the same position until sleep took you. Sebastian stood from the stool he’d been sitting on for well over an hour now stretching out his tired limbs he decided he would come talk to you, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to say he just knew he needed to be near you for reasons he wasn’t sure of, guilt maybe, you were hurting because of him, although it wasn’t exactly his fault he still felt awful so he made his way back to your bedroom.

As he opened the door he spotted you laying on top of your duvet still in your clothes, you looked broken, defeated, his heart ached for you. He was so confused. He stood in the doorway for a little while listening to your breathing it sounded like you were crying but he could tell you were asleep. He made his way over to your bed and crouched down next to you tucking a piece of hair behind your ear brushing his thumb across your cheek to wipe away the tears, he could feel his own tears well in his eyes. You were shaking, crying in your sleep. He didn’t know what he was feeling in that moment but all he wanted to do was cradle you in his arms and make the pain go away.

He loved you, ofcourse he did you were his best friend in the world, he loved you but was he in love with you. He’d never thought of you in that way but in this moment looking at his beautiful best friend so broken and sad he couldn’t help but question his feelings for you. How he would feel if you weren’t in his life anymore would he be okay if you weren’t around to help pick him back up when he fell to help him but his pieces back together. No the answer was no he couldn’t survive without you, was he in love with you, is this what real actual love feels like. His heart hurt at the thought at losing you it hurt at how in pain you were right in this moment it hurt because he didn’t know what to do.

After what like an eternity battling with himself and his feelings for you he made the scariest decision he’d ever made, JUMP, just JUMP if he couldn’t survive without you then he knew he loved you he just knew it somewhere inside him he knew he was IN love with you he wasnt sure how he’d come to this realisation but it felt right. First he would tell you then he would call of his engagement.

“Y/N, sweety wake up” he gently shook your shoulder rubbing his fingers through your hair as he watched you stir and peek up at him through your teary lashes

“What is it” you asked, your voice hoarse from all the crying, he was smiling at you looking at you in a way he never had before

“Do you love me?” he asked

“your my best fr..”

“no” he cut you off “ I mean are you in love with me” he was still smiling

“w-what, I don’t understand” you pulled away from him rubbing your eyes and sitting up

“are you in love with me Y/N, I need you to answer me” he sounded impatient “I need to hear you say it so I know i didn’t mistake what i heard before”

“H-heard before w-when” you were fidgeting now heart thundering in your chest

“Your phone call to your mom, I heard you Y/N you said you we’re in love with me. Is it true?”

You couldn’t look at him just sat fidgeting with the comforter trying to figure out your next move, you didn’t want to lie but you didn’t want to piss him off either. He was growing even more impatient now his own fingers fidgeting as he waited for your answer. You nodded slowly eyes closed lips pursed as you waited for his rejection his anger his frustration. You were definitely not expecting the reaction you got. He tilted your head up to look at you as you met his eyes, full of confusion but adoration and lust and he slowly tenderly pressed his lips to yours. The earth stopped spinning you swear it did, you felt light headed and shocked and happy and scared all at the same time. As he pulled away from you your mouth hung open and you just stared at him blinking opening and closing your mouth like you had words there that refused to come out

“I’m in love with you too Y/N…I didn’t know it until tonight but the thought of not having you in my life made me realise, I love you, like i really love you and I’m sorry it took me this long to figure out and I hope you can forgive me for making you wait so long but I-I’m in love with you too” he was rambling nervously as you sat watching him still in shock mouth still agape you didn’t know what to say how to act the only thing you were sure of was that you loved him and that you wanted to kiss him again. So you did even if it was to just get him to stop talking.