#Wise Son

[thebucketpail]

How Many Times Must We Burn

A crackhouse raid goes wrong. There's an explosion. There's a scream. How many tries will it take for Flashback to get her whole team out safely?

Cw: Fire, burns, graphic depictions of injury (burns) and suffocation. Major character injury, possible major character death. Mentions of drug use, drugs, violence.

Ao3

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"Are we all clear on the plan?"

Of course they were all clear in the plan. It was the same plan as always. Fade goes in, gives the warning, when that doesn't work, they all go in guns ablazing until the crackheads run away or are beaten into submission. Then they burn the drugs and steal the money. Rinse and repeat. Honestly the whole ordeal was starting to get old, Sara would kill for a bit of action now and again.

So of course, everything went down without a hitch. They went in, busted a couple heads, and took the money. It wasn't until they were looking for the drugs themselves that it all went bad.

The explosion rocked the building. The ground shook as fiery tendrils crawled through he doorway Fade and Masquerade had just gone through, and they were spreading through the rest of the room fast, eating through the old alcohol stained flooring and walls like dry tinder in a bonfire. The heat was unbearable. Then there was a scream.

Sara was almost too stunned to react, but she had learned long ago that every second was precious with a power like hers.

"Flashback!"

The room shifted back to the world of three seconds ago. The fire was gone, or not yet there, despite the lingering warmth like a mild burn against her skin.

"Fade, Mask, fall back! Everyone out!"

They all knew to follow her orders. They had trained it. They had made sure that when Flasback said something, there were no arguments because it was almost, if not always, a matter of life and death, and no one wanted to be the idiot who died because they didn't listen to the girl who had prevented their deaths thousands of times.

So they all listened and ran. Well, actually, the Blood Syndicate never ran. They retreated tactfully. Even if that did look like a mad, desperate dash for escape.

Even so, despite being trained to follow her orders, sometimes things went wrong. Sometimes they couldn't hear her yell, or she was just too late in general, or something else got in the way.

The explosion rocked the building and again, the air was filled with an ear-peircing, blood curdling, scream.

"Flashback!"

This time she went after her brother and Mask. They hadn't heard her last time, so she'd have to get to them directly. A tricky thing with her timetable.

The two were several rooms down a narrow hall, sorting through bins or capsules and pills. Sara had to forcibly stop herself from shoving a nice handful in her pocket.

"Guys, we need to get out! like, now!"

Fade's eyes widened and he immediately reached over to grab Mask's arm, yanking him harshly toward the door. It didn't much matter though, three seconds is a horribly short amount of time when you really need them to be long.

Sara didn't even register the sound of the explosion or the vibrations of the ground. She was much more preoccupied with the feeling of her flesh melting of her bones. The heat had come much more sudden and much, much stronger, surrounded by the barrels and barrels of poison. The shock tore her voice from her throat and the fire replaced it with acrid smoke.

Sara couldn't breath, and worse, she couldn't speak. The there was the scream. It was worse the second time. She didn't even know who's voice it was, wasn't that sad?

"F-flash- flashback!"

The fire was gone, so was the smoke. Still, Sara was finding it hard to breathe. Fade and Mask were still going through the barrels.

"Out! Now, Both of you!"

Her voice was raspy from the smoke, and picking herself off the floor was the most excruciating thing she'd done in a while, but they had to get out of there. She couldn't go through that burning again. Wasn't it funny that not even twenty minutes ago she had been begging for some proper action? Oh how fate can be a cruel mistress.

They got as far as the front room this time. The others didn't bother asking what they were running from, they all just fell on line as the explosion rocked the building for the fourth time. The wall of heat slammed onto Sara's back as they made there exit. It wasn't flashy or cool like they preferred, but they were all alive and that was good enough.

They had made it a block away from the smoldering remains of what was a crackhouse but was now more of a smoking pile of ash, before Sara finally collapsed. The heat still lingered under her skin and if she closed her eyes she could still smell the burning of her flesh. Heat the screaming. Taste the smoke.

Breathing hadn't come easy for a while now. It might have something to do with her desired method of disposing of the drugs they liberated, but it wasn't like she had ever had great lungs to begin with. Right now it felt like she was trying to breath thumbtacks. Every breath in sent waves of pain through her chest, and even breath out msd either worse. God, everything hurt. Even her head was pounding, Wise was shouting about something and that was definitely not helping. If it weren't for the circumstance, she would've considered having a smoke to calm herself, but that didn't seem like such a marvel idea at the moment.

Somehow she managed to pick herself up again, likely due to DMZ's assistance, then suddenly they were back at the warehouse. Odd, she hardly remembered the walk. Wise was still yelling and her head was feeling really cloudy. Maybe a nap would do. Shit, she really wanted that smoke right now.

[tom4jc]

June 16, 2024 Verse Of The Day

[kensatou]

the h in nhl stands for homoerotic

bonus intricate rituals:

[autumn-may]

Mostly spoiler free summary of my viewing experience

[orange-s-mario]

THEY TURNED WISE SON AND TECH-9 INTO MILITARY MEN?????

[screwpinecaprice]

for requests, how about connie carrying steven? maybe with connie wearing something more masculine while steven wears something more feminine

Sir, how uncouth!

I went full out. (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠) [Totally not because I didn't read the prompt carefully.]

Gonna slowly post the rest of the requests to give a breather in between 'em.

[guzhufuren]

New posters, message, part of a soundtrack and information about upcoming chinese BL The General's Son, show from the director of Word of Honor

"Green mountains are hidden in the distance, the waters are far away, the bright moon is always shining, the world is full of happiness."

Genres: wuxia; revenge Number of episodes: 24 Episode runtime: 18 minutes

Lead actors: Li Kaiwen as Li Jianwei; Dong Zifan as Chen Xiaoxi

Director and executive producer: Ma Huagan (Word of Honor, The Legend of Anle, Sword Dynasty) Art director: Liu Jingping (Love and Redemption, A Dream of Splendor, Wonderland of Love) Screenwriter and chief producer: Zhou Shucheng Executive producers: Zhuo Zuoqing, Yang Qi Co-producers: Jiang Yuxin, Li Shike, Dong Xinyu Co-director: Wang Xue Producers: Jiang Zhengpeng, Liu Wei, Xu Heni Planning by: Luo Yuting, Luo Gaoqiang

Filming finished this June. Will not be broadcast in mainland China. Original script.

Synopsis: General Li's family were killed on New Year's Eve. Li Jianwei, the youngest son of the Li family, escaped death, but disguised himself as a courtesan and went to Wei Mountain to seek revenge. Chen Xiaoxi, the young master of Guigu, has a lively and eccentric personality, becomes increasingly close to Li Jianwei, who has tried his best to win him over. Chen Xiaoxi's sister, Xiao Hetao, is simple and kind. She discovers that Li Jianwei came for revenge, and dies to resolve the hatred between the two.

Characters:

Li Jianwei. Twenty years old, the youngest son of General Li Fei, he is loved by the whole family, standing like an orchid and a jade tree, smiling like the bright moon. He should have had a bright future, but his fate changed overnight. In order to get revenge, he went undercover to Weishan, enduring humiliation and patiently executing his plan step by step.

Chen Xiaoxi. At the age of twenty, we meet the young master of Weishan Guigu. He was born pure but had evil eyes. Under his lively and sunny appearance, his face looked like that of a devil's. In fact, he was rough but kind, and treated people with sincerity. Unfortunately, fate played a cruel joke on him and his mother died.

Xiao Hetao. At the age of seventeen, Chen Xiaoxi rescued a human child from a wolf pack. Innocent and romantic, she was very simple and naive. Gui Rong and others gave Xiao Hetao the purest and most innocent living environment, but she hoped to resolve the hatred of everyone with her own power.

Princess Qingyuan. Thirty-four years old, a graceful and elegant lady, smart and tenacious. She was in love with Chen Dawang when she was young. After Chen Dawang's death, she firmly refused marriage arranged by the magistrate's office and spent many years in Zhejiang. While helping Li Jianwei to take revenge, Qingyuan, the deputy envoy of the Chang'an Supervisor Zi Ke, has been trying to find out the truth about Jian Jishan from 20 years ago.

Chen Dawang. At the age of 38, we meet the leader of Guigu in Huishan. Twenty years ago, he was a major general in the Loyal and Brave Army led by Chen Weishan. Entrusted by the general, Chen Dawang and his party lived in seclusion in Guigu for twenty years, just to avenge the Loyal and Brave Army and reveal the truth to the world one day.

Sizhou. 24 years old, a descendant of the Loyal and Brave Army, he was a martial arts expert but became blind in two days. Because he was indebted to the Lord of Qingyuan, he stayed by his side and waited for investigation. While helping Li Jianwei to get his revenge, he also hoped to find out the truth of the old case of the Loyal and Brave Army from 20 years ago.

Wan Qianhong. Thirty-eight years old, owner of Baihua Villa, with mysterious martial arts and deceitful tricks. When she was young, she fell in love with Li Pu, who concealed his identity. Later, Li Xifei and Huang Jueda broke off all ties with Wan Qianhong. Since then, Wan Qianhong deeply hated Li Pu and all men in the world. Behind the hatred, Wan Qianhong missed her daughter so much that she mistakenly recognized Xiao Hetao as Zaotian's daughter. In the end, they ended up loving each other but not being able to be together.

Shi Tou. Eighteen years old, a good martial brother of Chen Xiaoxi, grew up in Jianweishan. He is the beloved son of Uncle Hua and Aunt Hua, with a simple and straightforward personality. He was happy and naive until Xiaohe died. The joy he did not even have time to express became the biggest regret in Shi Tou's life.

*text from informational brochures was converted with image to text online programs, translated through google translator and edited by me with some help of online dictionaries. i do not speak chinese, so there are most certainly mistakes in the text. purpose of this translation is to give you the general idea

[drenched-in-sunlight]

Theory: If Messmer is Marika’s sword (spear), Godwyn is her shield.

Yes I made another doomed Mother & Son presentation slide: eldest sons edition 🙏😔

EDIT 1: adding a bit to this, the theme music of Godwyn's Death Knight is a rearrangement of Erdtree Knight OST (aka Tree Sentinels theme)

(Messmer’s timeline) (discussion of Radagon’s shady behavior)

[ihatebrainstorm]

[Medicine]

"The Caduceus. Commonly mixed up with the Rod of Asclepius."

Guys I think it'd be really funny if Pharma and Ratchet had the same voice

[cs-cabin-and-crew]

Me defending Lore and arguing that if he had actually been given a chance he could have gotten a whole redemption and even helped Data develop emotions naturally, and could have become one of the best written brother characters had the show writers not been cowards:

[selenitis-draws]

[erinwantstowrite]

I'VE LITERALLY THOUGHT ABOUT HOW IF YOU WROTE A MIRACULOUS LADYBUG CROSSOVER FIC IT WOULD BE SOO AWESOME.. it was always along the lines of "I bet Erin would understand. I bet Erin would do it JUSTICE. Too bad they probably won't write it🤷" ANS YOU DO. YOU DO UNDERSTAND.

I UNDERSTAAAAAANDDD dude if i could have any superpower it would be 1) shapeshifting HOWEVER if i couldn't choose that i would choose the ability to clone myself so i'd have multiple me's to do more stuff. i'd be pumping out fic after fic and art after art and still be able to do responsibilities

also i haven't kept up at all with MLB besides absorbing info via my mutuals but i do know that Damian should kick Lila's ass. (or WHATEVER her name is now???? she's bald or smth?????)

[melljam]

524 vs 514

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falls down stairs IM HERE IM HERE SORRY IM SO LATE

RAT SONS AU

in which Master Splinter is a wise and silly old tortoise, and father of four skittering, chaotic, ninja rat children. <3

(inspired by that one background moment of the 03 series! 🐢🐀🐀🐀🐀)

there will be lots of similar plot points as the 03 series (like 'tales of leo' and 'good genes' etc etc) but there are also a lot of fundamental changes in the foundation of things too — like the guardians and ninja tribunal and the hamato family line etc etc. content wise tbh its probably mostly just gonna be snapshots of random moments throughout the boys lives, but i do kinda have some plot concepts? so we'll see 👀

(embarrassingly long) introduction under the cut if u'd like to read!

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Years ago, Oroku Saki defeated Hamato Tang Shen in battle, and finally brought an end to the family that would deny him his power. He ordered her homestead be razed to the ground, and all mystic artifacts to be delivered to him. Particularly, the Hamato’s prized pet tortoise, which was rumored to be itself a conduit for the family’s legendary mystic abilities. With the creature in his possession, along with the new rapid-enhancement chemical he commissioned from laboratory familiar with mystic properties in New York — at last, he would be granted his godhood, and guarantee the legacy of his fathers clan. The Hamatos could deny him no longer. He had won.

Or he would have, had the fools at the lab not ruined everything, the precious mutagen spilling all over the tortoises crate and the fool handlers who carried it. The contaminated men morphed into horrific, animalistic monsters, attacking the scientists and wrecking the laboratory itself. And, most crucially, in the ensuing madness, the crate which contained the tortoise, his last possible connection to the Hamato’s power, lay shattered, and empty…

Meanwhile, Hamato “Splinter” Yoshi, who until this point had quite enjoyed his extended existence as a simple tortoise and family pet, found himself fleeing the eyes and hands of the man who killed his human family, and the lab that granted him this new shift in consciousness, to instead face the terrifying chaos of the streets and alleys of NYC. His transformation into something more bipedal had hurt considerably and left him aching and disoriented, but still he could not pause. He could not falter. Not until he found somewhere safe to hide himself and the four squirming, impossibly small rat-pups in his arms. He hoped the chemical that washed over them had not warped and hurt their young bones as it had his own. He hoped he could find somewhere safe to care for them. He hoped they could survive the night without their mother. He hoped, he prayed he could protect these precious, squeaking, peach-fuzzed ruminants of his family. He did not think he could survive any more loss.

For now, he would do what he could, and slip into the shadows of this city. Having lived so long among ninjas had its benefits there, at least.

[seaworthit]

The black brides

[54625]

I think I miss Ramon