#and he was like aaah stop pummelling me

[elizabethrobertajones]

Being a dragoon on the First is like "hey guys aliens exist and also I have bathed in their blood and can do this" *summons an entire spectral creature from the deep abyss of space that lives in your soul while you thrum with fiery scales*

[rinhaler]

Can you do something like a mutual Masturbation with uncle!Nanami that leads to us having sex because he's so needy like he just NEEDS and CRAVES to be inside us.

-Very Much embarrassed Anon 🫂

pls don't tell me I'm the uncle nanami blog 😭 not my intention but im always happy to serve 🍽️

warnings: 18+, coercion, age gap, faux/incest (not clarified), use of 'uncle nanamin', m + f masturbation, tit sucking, praise, vaginal sex, creampie, squirting!!, implied virgin!reader, pussy spanks.

words: 1k

“Gooood girl, just like that.” your uncle coos against your bare shoulder, looking down at where your thighs straddle his and your fingers play with your swollen, needy clit at his command. He grunts, quietly, as he jerks himself off to the sight. The scent of sex and want fills the room as do the sticky sounds of you touching yourselves and the agonising grunts of desperation knowing that this will have to be enough and it’s all that will ever be enough.

“L-Love y— I love you. Uncle Nanamin—!” you manage to stutter out. Passion consuming you as your clit throbs desperately to be allowed to cum. The loving praise from Nanami is more than enough to topple you over that greedy edge, but eager fingers keep toying and playing and aching as you want nothing more than to cum for him.

He carefully moves your arm so that you’re clinging onto his shoulder for balance. Your hips rock against his thigh, the muscles and ridges forcing you to beg for forgiveness as you climb closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Nanami won’t stop you, though, he loves you too much for that. He uses his free hand to guide your tit to his lips, suctioning around your hardened nipple as he continues to stroke his cock with ardour.

You cum, messily. Pussy gushing all over his leg and dripping down onto the floor below. He gasps, beguiled. Eyes filled with a hunger you’ve never seen before. He didn’t know you could do that. You didn’t know you could do that, either.

Maybe you just love him that much.

Your love for Uncle Nanamin is cascading from your cunt because you can’t keep it all in. Not when you so seldom get time alone with him like this. You’re always missing him when he’s away on business trips and when you do have time together your family is nearby. But now, it’s just you two. And you want to be perfect for him.

With a performance like that, though, he couldn’t see you as anything but a perfect angel.

“Did that feel good, sweetheart? You’re shaking… poor thing.” he mumbles with purpose against your skin. Each word surging to your throbbing bead and desperate to have more. You want to cum again. You look pathetic as your hand flies to your sex and your rubbing hurriedly again just so you can hear him say more sweet words to you and make you feel oh so special. “Stay right there.” he orders you, calmly, and it sounds more like a request.

You can barely put up a fight as he moves you carefully. Your legs no longer straddling his leg, just his waist and he takes it upon himself to distract you by sucking at your raised nipple once again.

“I’m sorry, princess, I shouldn’t be doing this…” he says quietly as he lines up his cockhead with your tight virgin slot, kissing your exposed skin again and again as he tries to ease himself in. “She’s made for me, yeah? Ohhhhh — fuck — you’re so tight. Such a good girl f’me…”

“Ah.. aaah—!” you moan and hiss ever so slightly as you feel his heavy shaft split open your untouched walls. You shouldn’t be doing this, he’s right. But you can’t possibly begin to care when your favourite uncle is giving you so much attention. So much love and so much of him.

He moves you like you’re nothing. Holding your sides and lifting you up and down slowly again and again as he alternates between kissing your skin and your supple tits. It gets easier. With each and every pummel of his tip against your soft, spongy spot it gets so much fucking easier. He covers your mouth as your moans become unruly.

“Sh… sh sh shhhh, princess… as pretty as you sound you can’t be too noisy, or you’ll get in so much trouble.” he reminds you. Tears spill from your eyes and run down his large, veiny hand. “Messy girl. Drooling and crying all over my hand, s’cute.” he grins.

You feel weightless as he uses you like you’re a doll. His perfect little doll made to take him in every sense of the word. You yelp against his suffocating palm when you feel his free hand come down and lightly spank your clit.

“What about her? Is she gonna be a messy girl for me?” he moans, feeling himself getting so close to spilling his seed inside of you. You shiver, his sloppy kisses leaving behind trails of spit that cool your body with every thrust. “I want to make a mess of you, sweetheart. Please… please let me.” he begs. You’ve never heard him like this. So desperate and needy and pleading for you to give him the answer he so craves.

“A-Anything—” you start, your head lolling back as you lose all composure. “Wan’ you to f-feel good, Uncle N-Nanamin!” you tell him.

With a few more desperate frenzied thrusts and delicate rubs of your sensitive core, you cum harder than you ever have before using your tiny fingers. He can’t help but admire the way you cream for him. Clear liquid shoots from your cunt and makes a mess of yourself, your uncle, and the bed beneath. And he can barely admire it, the sight being too much for him as he follows you into your high. You feel your insides turn warm as his cum fills your body.

His chest rises and falls dramatically as he fucks all he can into your cunt, but he can’t deny you as your face searches eagerly for his. You need to feel his lips on yours and he reciprocates instantly, wanting to assure you that you’re loved and he’s proud. You’re always such a perfect girl for him, his sweet angel.

He’s usually so coolheaded. Always in control and knows how to handle his wants and desires. But when it comes to you, he’s hopeless. How could he resist his cute little niece? Always so eager to please and keen to be with him. You’ve always been so affectionate and loving with him. So he had to have you.

And you have to give him anything he wants. Because you love your Uncle Nanamin.

© 2023 rinitxshi

[matchadobo]

Hey! If it’s okay, can I request Kidd going absolutely feral because his s/o got hurt?

KIDD; avenging you

wc: 771 warning/s: gn reader, violence, mentions of blood and scars, super short ><

"where are they? let me fucking see them." kidd tried shimmying through the crowd that stood before the doors of the ship's clinic. they were stopping him and he wasn't gonna stand idly and follow.

"captain, they're in a critical state. they shouldn't see any visitors yet." said the ship doctor, shivering under the frigid gaze of the pirate. "it'll be until tomorrow before we allow visitors, their wounds are still too fresh."

kidd gave everyone one last glare, before finally surrendering and turning his back. stomping away with one objective in mind.

"and where do you plan to go, kidd?" killer called out, following after the redhead.

"don't follow me." he firmly replied, not looking back. his tone was sharp and no one planned on disobeying him. "i'll beat his ass and leave no fucking trace of that marine."

so he descended his ship and off he goes to the port nearby, using his devil fruit to pin those who stand on his way. throwing heaps of metal that gathered above him, bolts of lightning sending the navy flying. he was seeing red, he wanted to see red.

remorseless as he is, kidd lived up to his name as one of the most ruthless and vicious pirate befitting the title as one of the worst generation. he bullied each that blocked his path with his power, ignoring the pleads and screams with no regard whether those are civilians or navy.

"where's the shithead who hurt one of us?" he growled, brusque as he fisted the collar of one of the marines. "start talkin' less crying, aye?!" he gruffly added, nostrils flaring.

killer and the others were behind him, cleaning up his mess and watching his back. they kept an eye out for the marines. instead of stopping him, they opted that supporting him would atleast get them somewhere. going against their captain only applies at certain circumstances and this isn't one of them. besides, they also wanted to get back at the pack of idiots who dare to hurt you.

once the marine had shivered enough to tell him where the bastard is, kidd wasted no time and propeled himself with piles of metals to the highest place in the building.

"found you." he grinned maniacally, listing down the things he plans to do with this dumbass vice captain. he had a devil fruit and he caught you off guard. once he had you on his grasp, he pinned you down and mercilessly scarred you. killer and the others were too busy fending other marines off while kidd dealt with the captain. "you've got some goddamn nerve laying a hand on what's mine."

it took the entire evening until dawn before kidd was finished with the poor marine. kidd pummeled the bastard to a pit underground that he created from the top. he bled the vice captain dry, and the captain had no chance of calling for back up because of killer. last thing kidd knew was the guy wasn't breathing before he was satisfied with his bloody creation.

you soon found kidd sleeping on his seat that was positioned next to you. dried blood littered his pale skin. he had a few scratches but it's obvious that the blood was not his. he had his arms crossed, head almost falling to the side as he dozed off. you figured he waited for you to wake up, it was already evening.

you shuffled a little, but it only took one whimper from you for him to shot up from his seat. "w-why are you bloody?" you weakly uttered. your voice was hoarse and your lips were dry.

"you shoulda seen the other guy." he laughed, he reached over to brush your hair at the top of your head with his palm. he looked at you with the softest gaze; well, he always looked at you like that, no one else. you could see how he pained to see you like this from the way his eyes softened.

"sorry." you covered your face, ashamed in front of your lover and captain. "that was shameful as a kidd pirate-"

"aaah fuck off with that." kidd cut you off, prying your hands away from your face and holding them together. his thumb rubbing circles at the back of your hand. "they outnumbered us and i was careless. don't worry your little head because i gave it to 'em back tenfold."

you smiled a little, if it weren't for the pain you would've laughed. "i'll be stronger." you pledged, looking deeply into his eyes.

"get fuckin' better first and i'll see you through it."

hello >< tysm for the requesttt <3

i've been gone for a while i'm sorry. i wanted to draw a lot and i just realized how much i made u guys wait TT, i hope i can come up with something to make it up to those who're waiting <3 i haven't been feeling my best lately so let's pray that this subsides wkwkwkwkwk

[johnnyraine]

Male Reader Smut Microfics

Words: 1,458

19th of July, 2022

Pseudo-Sequel to Male Reader Smut Drabbles

XXX

~Knife Play - Nanno (Girl From Nowhere)~

“Haha um, Nanno? When you said play, I didn’t think you meant this kind,” You nervously chuckled as she glided a knife down your chest.

“What other kind is there?” She asked innocently, stroking you with her other hand.

You knew she knew exactly what you thought she meant. Though to be fair, she is giving you a great handjob, so great that you have to stop yourself from thrusting into her hand, else get cut.

‘This is kind of exciting,’ You thought, adrenaline filled you as the blade danced over your nipple, your senses felt so heightened, that you bit back a hiss as she flicked your hard tip.

Her hand stroked the tip of your cock for a long moment, your hands clenching as you already felt like exploding. Nanno suddenly tightened her hold around your base.

With a grunt, you looked down only to see the knife was close to your crotch.

The urge to get away came, Nanno interrupted that feeling. “Don’t move.”

She said it normally, but it felt like a sort of threat, yet to your horned-up delight, she came close to your cock, her face next to him and as she opened her mouth you felt two things. The knife scraped against your crotch and Nanno’s breath on your cock, and you instantly came.

“Fuck,” You gasped, sweat dripping down your face.

Nanno merely smiled at you, your cum on her lips and likely in her mouth.

“That was fun, till next time, Y/n.” She bounded out of the room.

Looking at your crotch, you see no cuts or bleeding. You were relieved, and despite what she said, you felt like you just dodged some sort of bullet.

~Magic Sex - Wanda Maximoff (MCU)~

“Fuck!” Wanda moaned.

Your eyes widened in shock, though your wife cursing shouldn’t really be the thing that shocked you the most, considering you two were fucking floating.

Somehow, your wife had surprised you with whatever she did to make this happen.

“Look at me, Y/n,” Wanda commanded, her eyes glowing scarlet.

“Yes, dear.” You gulped.

Your hands rested on her hips as she bounced on your cock, her breasts bouncing along, almost hypnotizing you.

Noticing your gaze, she grabbed your head and forced you to sock on them. Sucking and licking her tits, your hands joined in, squeezing them and playing with rubbing her nipples.

“Aaah, just like that honey.” She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer.

Thrusting up into her, your ministrations met one another. Your thrusts got faster and faster, distantly wondering if she’s doing this.

Your hands moved down to knead her ass.

Wanda moaned into your ear, tightening. Some of her juices land on your legs.

Pulling back, she kissed you deeply, her tongue fighting yours as your pleasure heightened.

Losing yourself, you fought back. Your tongues lashed out, dominating hers, you pulled her down into your thrusts, feeling her shake in her own pleasure.

For one moment, your eyes opened and saw …scarlet.

Slamming her down one more time, you came inside her as she came on your cock.

XXX

You woke up, confused.

“You okay, dear?” Wanda asked, next to you.

“Yeah, just …a weird dream,” You said, still confused.

“It must have been a good one.” She indicated your erection.

“Ah, y-yeah,” You stuttered, slightly embarrassed.

Wanda just smiles, though it seems a bit off to you.

~Toys - Lan Wangji (The Untamed)~

“Suck.” You held Bichen up to Lan Wangji’s mouth.

Lan Wangji’s eyes widened, but nonetheless, he took it into his mouth. Tasting the handle, he awkwardly tongued the pummel.

Even with his mouth closed, you could tell how he moved. Enough times with his tongue on you, you could tell.

“Think of Bichen as my cock, Lan Zhan,” You murmured.

He inhaled sharply, staring at you. You nod, encouraging him.

His eyes fluttered shut as he imagined you on his tongue. He tongued the underside of your cock, and felt you twitch inside his mouth. He heard you grunt from his ministrations.

Emboldened, he took you deeper, hitting his throat.

“Klhk!”

“Eager aren’t we?” You chuckled.

Pulling back, he kept you in his mouth, sucking on your length as he bobbed his head.

You rested your hand on his head, stroking his hair as he slowly took you deeper.

Soon, you were repeatedly hitting the back of his throat as he took you, not choking once.

He felt your twitching becoming more apparent and soon, with you resting on his tongue, you came.

You extracted his loyal sword from his mouth as Lan Wangji opened his eyes, saliva connecting him and Bichen.

“You did wonderful, Lan Zhan.” You grin.

Looking down, ears red, he saw that he came through his clothes …and was still hard.

“Ah.” You see his erection. “Well, I’d say Bichen is ready.”

You gently pushed him onto his back and began removing his clothes.

~Crossdressing & Public Sex - Cloud Strife (FF7 Remake)~

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Cloud.” You kiss the back of his neck.

“Only you woul-” Cloud hissed between clenched teeth. “Would think that, Y/n”

Cloud’s hands were on the wall as your hands gripped his hips under his bunched-up dress. It was certainly a surprise finding him like that, but you suppose it did end alright.

Your hips snapped against his ass, with each thrust he tightened around you, echoing in the alley.

“Not. So. Loud,” He grunted, as if he was quiet.

“Cloud?”

Hearing Tifa, you slammed in and out of him, leaving him a mess as his hands clenched, letting out whines.

Whispering in his ear, “Cum for me baby.”

Cloud’s legs jerked as he covered the wall in cum.

You dropped his dress, your cum dribbling down his leg.

“See you back at the bar.” You kiss his cheek and walk out of the alley, passing Tifa.

~Mirror Sex - Apollo (Blood of Zeus)~

Apollo’s glow reflected off the mirror as you had his back against your chest, fucking into the sun god.

“Praise be to you, Apollo, taking me so well.” You smirk.

“Careful, Y/n, I might turn you into a-Ah!” He cried out, your hand playing with the tip of his cock.

“I apologize, mighty Apollo, I could not hear what you said.”

Your other hand glided over his abs and pecs, playing with his nipples and his chest. The hand on his cock, stroked his divine length as the sun shone brighter, moaning at your reflections.

You stared into his eyes through the reflection as your strokes began to match your thrusts. Every time you delved into him, your hand hilted against his crotch, leaving him feeling stretched by your cock and tightness around his own.

“Look, Apollo, look how I make you shine.”

“Ah ah.” His breathy moans were his only reply, seeing how you make him “shine.”

He looked a mess, his golden locks, disheveled from your earlier grip, fucking him into the bed. His skin was marred by scratches, spit, and his own drool. But despite all that, he was glowing and his cock was weeping at your touch.

You felt him tighten around you, his walls getting warmer.

“Just like that Y/n, make me shine,” He said, forgetting the mirror as he cupped the back of your head and kissed you.

It was as if the world was brighter as you came, which it likely was, but that didn’t matter as you emptied yourself inside Apollo.

Coming down from your high, you felt his hot cum on your hand, still around his cock.

Looking in the mirror, you both looked as exhausted as you felt. Apollo had his head back, resting on your shoulder.

“I’m going to need some more of that stamina concoction you made. For next time.” You clarify at his look.

“I’ll make some,” He said, dropping to the bed. “For next time.”

~Bathtub - Morgana (Merlin)~

“Mn Ah,” Morgana moaned.

Her head rested on your shoulder as your hand reached beneath the water, rubbing her lower lips.

“How are you doing, my lady?” You murmured against her skin.

“I am well, Sir Y/n, but I could b-be,” Her breath hitched. “better.”

“Well, I shall certainly try to make it better.”

One hand snaked its way to her left breast, kneading it before focusing on her nipple. The other hand parted her lips, teasing her before delving in. You slowly built a pace, splashing the water onto the floor, not that either of you cared.

“So, how is my lady doing now?” Before she can answer, your thumb finds her clit and rubs it.

Morgana’s breath stuttered and she rubbed up against your cock.

With a small jerk of your own, you continue your ministrations, gently rubbing her clit and fingering her.

“Y/n,” She breathed, clenching the side of the tub.

Soon enough, you felt her tighten around your fingers and she came.

You gave her a few moments before helping her get out of the tub.

“I think we may need another bath.”

[captnjacksparrow]

So just an idle ask. What do you think would Naruto have done if Danzo had ended up killing Sasuke? Or if the Raikage ended up hunting and capturing and killing Sasuke? How do you think Naruto would have reacted?

I thought I would include Sakura killing Sasuke successfully but even the thought of it seemed ridiculous in my mind, even hypothetically, hehe, so I can let that one go.

I was just rewatching the part where Naruto thinks Gaara is dead and pummels Deidara like a person possessed.

Aaah!!! The classic 'What if' question!!! But you asked the wrong person, Anon. I really, really suck at Headcanon. LOL. Anyways, Am just going to try and don’t blame me if I am bad.

Thanks for leaving out that Pink Trash because I don't want to do a headcanon about her.

What do you think would Naruto have done if Danzo had ended up killing Sasuke? Or if the Raikage ended up hunting and capturing and killing Sasuke? How do you think Naruto would have reacted?

There is always a pattern when it comes to Naruto’s facial expressions.

Let's start with Gaara.

As you said, Anon, yes!! He pummels Deidara like he was possessed. Before that Naruto said this,

"I'll pound you"... I couldn't understand the exact japanese term he used here... But it's definitely not 'Korosu zo' which means "I'll kill you".

But, When Sasuke died, Naruto's choice of words and emotions varies a lot from what he had for Gaara. Instead of “I won’t forgive you” or ‘I’ll pound you’, he just uses a plain, “I’ll Kill you”

So, The level of Naruto's rage varies from person to person.

Let's go to Naruto's reaction after hearing Jiraiya's Death.

Naruto was surprisingly calm here as compared to the reaction he had for Gaara. Does it means Gaara is more important to him than Jiraiya?? No...

After retrieving Gaara, Naruto fought with Orochimaru and sent Pink Trash to a fly when she foolishly approached him in his 4 Tailed State. After realizing this, Naruto decided not to seek Kyuubi's power voluntarily.

And that's why Naruto was genuinely shocked and shaken to the core but didn't resort to rage. And then he was weeping rivers.

So, Naruto was calm, shocked, shaken initially and then found determination to avenge his Master.

So far so good.

At the end of the Pain Arc, we saw a new Naruto with much more Maturity because he forgave his enemy who destroyed his home and killed his master and that’s not very easy to do. 

However, after hearing the News that Danzo decided to eliminate Sasuke, we see the Devil slowly goes back to its Rampage mode.

LOL... Just when we saw a matured Naruto who could able to stop a chain of Hatred, he went back to his older self and looks furious.

When Naruto learns that Raikage decided to execute Sasuke, he plans to meet Raikage and begs him to change his decision.

We all would have viewed this scene at a surface level of 'Aww!!! Look How Naruto begs for the sake of Sasuke??!!!'...Well, Atleast, I viewed in that way.

But Naruto's choice of words looks very interesting.

"I can't sit back and watch him be killed"

"I don't want Sasuke to be the cause of War between Konoha and Kumo"

So, Naruto will not let them kill Sasuke and sit still or stop the chain of Hatred by forgiving them. Naruto indicates there will be war if Sasuke was killed.

Added to that, when Naruto learnt that everyone turned their back on Sasuke. He just went into Hypervetilation mode.

All the above panels screams anger, impatience, vulnerability and desperation for Sasuke's possible death as compared to Calm, Shocked, shaken and determination for Jiraiya's death.

So, the pattern we see here for Naruto is that, Something bad happening or happened or going to happen to Sasuke evokes extremely strong reaction in Naruto. 

Even in Borutoverse, that pattern hasn’t changed one bit. 

This is a grown ass man who saw Sasuke was injured with burn marks and Naruto went into ‘Kooo Kooo Crazy’ rage mode

And when he saw Sasuke was fine, Naruto was just grinning. [[ Does brothers really react this way? Gosh!!!]]

So, how would Naruto react if Danzo killed Sasuke? 

Far worse than how Sasuke reacted every time when he killed Danzo. We saw Sasuke awakened his complete Susanoo, summoned Hawk and went into a controlled Rage whenever Danzo mentioned Itachi’s name. Naruto would sprout Nine-Tails on the go and mercilessly destroy him and smash him into pieces to the point of no recognition.

How would Naruto react if Raikage hunted and killed Sasuke?

For this, I can’t predict. Because Sasuke genuinely kidnapped Killer Bee and Raikage suffered for it. Unlike Danzo, Raikage is not that bad. But still Naruto told him that he doesn’t want Sasuke to be the cause of war between Konoha and Kumo. Hence, Naruto would still fight Raikage with all his might and kill him.

But in any case, Naruto would fight till the point of Self-Destructing himself and the opponents. There is no way I can see a situation where Sasuke died and Naruto paying respects to his grave and move on with his life. 

That won’t happen.

How do I say this?

As we all know, ‘Sasuke is Naruto’s strength and Naruto is Sasuke’s weakness’. How can one live without their source of strength? And Naruto’s majority of his life as a ninja was built upon the presence of Sasuke. Like whenever Sasuke acknowledges him, Naruto gets powered up. Except for Senjutsu, everything he learnt to become stronger was for Sasuke.

And this ‘One doesn’t exist without the other’ theme was reinforced many times over and over throughout the series.

Moment 1:

His promise under the bridge. Naruto looks very confident when he said this.

Moment 2:

Surprisingly, they almost went to the near death situation at the same time.

Moment 3:

They get Sage powers at the same time.

Moment 4:

For every part Sasuke loses, Naruto also loses the same. No more or no less. 

BONUS MOMENT:

I don’t know if you can consider this in this context, but I find it interesting anyway.

They both lose their powers in the same battle, surprisingly.

It’s funny that even in the Borutoverse, they try to keep up this dynamics which I find it to be amusing. It’s because Kishi stepped in as writer during this battle, he just set this up I guess.

In short,

Naruto would go 10 times more feral than he was during the Pain Arc if it was Danzo and fight with all his strength when it comes to Raikage. 

However, I believe

Naruto would fight to the point of self-destructing himself and the opponent in the end.

[walpurga-nacht-academy]

Djinn’s Bride! ~A Celebration of Love~

Part 4

[Walpurga Nacht Academty]

[Prefect Meeting Room]

Rosa: [cough] Is- [cough] Is this for real?!

Cass: [cough] Th-There’s- [cough] so much smoke in here! My- [cough] My eyes are burning…

Agatha: [cough] Annoying… [cough]

Blanche: Wait- [cough] the smoke is clearing. 

Diana: …

Rosa: E-EH?! Isn’t- Isn’t that a-

Diana: A djinn.

Rosa: He-He’s huge!! And is that smoke?!

Blanche: Djinns are elementals that take the form of smoke to facilitate easier travel. They do not have a body per se, but they are still capable of interacting with the material world.

Marcia: …

Rosa: Isn’t that kinda like cheating?!

June: HEY!! YOU SHITTY GHOUL! WHY ‘HE ‘ELL YA GONE AND DID ‘HAT, HUH?!

Vita: Hm~? My apologies, beanstalk. It seems that I am incapable of understanding that horribly awkward accent of yours. Perhaps speaking less like a swine might help, hm~?

June: YOU FUC-

[ROAR]

[GROUND SHAKING]

Cass: Eek!

Rosa: Woah, woah, woah! Wh-what’s going on?!

Blanche: Th-The noise!!

Diana: … Ugh.

June: It’s too fuckin’ loud!!

Vita: My~ What a great pair of lungs this creature has at his disposal~

June: Don’t ya smile, ya freak!

Agatha: Don’t… threaten… Big… Sis… !!

June: Haaaaaa?! Ya want to get pummeled, ya shit?! Outta my way ‘fore I-

Rosa: I-It stopped! 

Blanche: … Finally.

Cass: Mi-Miss Dion! Are you alright?! Um, you suddenly collapsed-

Blanche: I’m fine, Cassandra. No need to worry. It was merely the noise.

Cass: Th-That’s such good news to hear!

Rosa: Eh? Diana? Are you ok? You’re holding your head.

Diana: Mm. Just wasn’t expecting that. But now it’s fine. I got it memorized.

Rosa: Me-Memorized? Huh? 

Diana: Mm.

Rosa: … I-I don’t really get it, but you seem to have things under control! Still, that roar really freaked me out. Seriously, what the hell is up with that lamp, Marcia? You just said it wasn’t magic, but then it suddenly started spouting smoke and now this djinn came out? That’s way too- Marcia? Marcia? Hey! Are you listening to me? HEY!

Marcia: … [mumble]

Rosa: Huh? What was that?

Marcia: … a djinn…

Rosa: Eh? Don’t tell me you’re just realizing it?!

Marcia: It’s a djinn!!

Rosa: Ye-Yeah! I noticed! So what are we-

Marcia: AND I WASN’T THE ONE WHO SET IT FREE!

Rosa: .... Huh…?

Marcia: Shit! I can’t believe I missed a chance like this?! Aaaaaaaah!! This is so frustrating!!

Rosa: …

Marcia: Senpai, switch with me!! I’ll give you anything you want in exchange for that lamp!! Name your price! I’m begging you!

Rosa: SHE ACTUALLY DID IT! SHE’S PROSTRATING HERSELF ON THE GROUND! HAVE SOME DIGNITY AT LEAST, MARCIAAAAAAA!

Marcia: You moron!! Dignity means nothing in the face of such things! I’m throwing it all away! So, please, senpai!

Vita: Oh my~ How exciting~ To see you kneel before me like that certainly sends a shiver down my spine~

Agatha: Hehehehehehehe… dumb… chowder… finally… learned… its… place… Hehehehehehe!

Marcia: That’s right! That’s right! I’m just dumb, lowly chowder that should be trampled over! Oh, great senpai! Great sinister presence! I’m not worthy to stand before you! So, please, just the lamp and I’ll be gone!

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis!

June: HEEEEEEY! YA DUMBASS STAND UP! THE ‘ELL YA DOIN’?!

Marcia: SHUT IT! 

June: ?!

Marcia: I’m not letting this sort of opportunity pass me by! Those wishes are gonna be mine!

June: … Ya really askin’ for a beatin’, ain’tcha? ‘Hat’s fine by me.

Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Miss Himalia! Ple-Please don’t fight right now, um!

June: Don’t hold me back, Cass! I’ll pummel ‘his one and ‘hen the shitty ghoul’s next!

Vita: My, you certainly are like an enraged bull. Not surprising, considering your level of intelligence~

June: YA BI-

Diana: ENOUGH.

All: !!!

Cass: Mi-Miss Arrow…

Marcia: Di-Diana…

Diana: Vita. June. Fighting among ourselves makes us better targets.

June: …

Vita: …

Diana: We have other problems now.

Djinn: Oh? You’re talking about me? Yeah, I think you’re talking about me. About time, I’ll say! You really took your time getting me in this story, didn’t you?

Blanche: Story? Just what-

Djinn: But nevermind that! It’s all water over the bridge! Or water under the bridge? You know, I can never keep these things straight at all! You’d guess 100,000 years in a lamp would make you better at remembering stuff, but let me tell you, it sure doesn’t! Hahahahahaha!

Cass: Um…

Djinn: A-ny-way~ Can’t tell you all how glad I am to be finally out of that thing! I mean sure, the place’s great and all, and the landlord’s a real sweetheart - handsome, to boot too, not wanting to brag - but the room service sucked since you have to do everything yourself! Get it, ‘cause you’re all alone in there?

Rosa: …

Djinn: Wow, tough crowd tonight, isn’t it? What, a kappa sucked out your sense of humor? HA! Kappa joke! Get it?! Hilarious, right?

Diana: …

Djinn: Yeesh. Got a warmer reception by the Moss Fairies up in the Mountains. HA! Though let me tell you those girls can partaaaaaay! Wooo, most fun I had that entire century!

Agatha: … Annoying.

Djinn: Woah, woah, woah! That was seriously rude! Didn’t your parents teach you better? I sure hope you’re not the one who summoned me if you’re just gonna act like that. Speaking about that~

Rosa: Woah! Way too close!

Cass: Eek!

Djinn: Which one of you loooooovely ladies just so happened to wake me up from my nap, hm?

Rosa: Eh? Ah, that was…

Marcia: SENPAI! PLEASE! I REST AT THE FEET OF YOUR GLORIOUS SELF AND BEG FOR MERCY!

Vita: Oh, if ‘tis be the case… Hm~ Very well~

Diana: …

Blanche: You’re just going to hand it over like that?

Vita: What a distrustful gaze~ Do you think me so heartless that I would viciously ignore such an earnest cry?

Agatha: Big… Sis… is… really… kind… hehehehehehe...

Rosa: Aaah, that’s somehow really hard to picture…

Agatha: That’s… because… the… amoeba’s... brain… is… too… small...  

Rosa: Why-

Marcia: YAHOOOOO! Alright, alright, alright! After everything that happened… all the hardship… all the hard work… I’m finally getting my well-earned reward! Aaaah, it’s like I’m floating with overflowing happiness~

Rosa: She’s definitely gone…

Blanche: It seems so…

Marcia: Djinn!

Djinn: Hm? What’s up?

Marcia: Yo-You’re kinda more informal than I imagined… But nevermind that! You asked about your master, didn’t you?! Well, here she stands!

Djinn: Oh? It’s you? 

Rosa: Hey, is it just me or does this guy sound kinda disappointed?

Djinn: Hm~ I was hoping it would be that buxom, long haired one over there, but I guess a tomboy with short hair works well too~

Marcia: A-Ah, the standards for Masters are kinda… Uh, nevermind! I’ll have my three wishes now, please! First, I want a super huge vault filled with money that keeps filling up no matter how much you take out of it! Next, I want a potion that can cure any ailment in existence and give you eternal health! Then, I want-

Djinn: Oh, about that… No can do.

Marcia: Hu-Huh?! What do you mean “No can do”?! You’re a djinn, right?! You fulfill your Master’s wishes, don’t you?! 

Djinn: Well, normally, yeah…

Marcia: Then what’s the problem?! I’m your Master, aren’t I?!

Djinn: Hm, I guess I have to settle for you… But, you’re wrong about the wish-granting thing.

Marcia: … What? 

Djinn: Sure, us, djinn, usually do that sort of stuff. Granting wishes. Making people rich. Getting them the date of their dreams… However, I’ve decided to leave all that behind!

Marcia: …

Djinn: It’s all become so passe, you know? It’s more the stuff your grandparents would do, and I’m just not about that. So, I said screw it. After all, you’ve only got an eternity, right? Why waste it on a soul-crushing job? 

Marcia: …

Rosa: Mm, is it just me or is he making sense here?

Blanche: Rosalia…

Djinn: That’s it! You get it, strawberry shortcake! I gotta be a free man! Make my own choices!

Blanche: Is that so… ?

Djinn: Oh, yeah! That’s why I decided to pursue comedy instead!

Rosa: Eh?! Really?! Me too!

Djinn: No way! Guess it was fate that brought us together, cutie pie!

Rosa: Eh! Th-That’s way too close!

Djinn: So, tell me a little about yourself! What do you like to do? Besides being drop dead gorgeous~!

Rosa: Ugh!

Agatha:... Gross.

Vita: My~ It seems that our dear acquaintance fancies himself a bit of a charmer~

Marcia: …. No way.

Vita: Hm~?

Marcia: No way…

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis? 

Marcia: NO WAAAAAAAAY!

Cass: Eek!

Blanche: !!!

Djinn: Hm?

Marcia: You’ve got to be kidding me! What kind of twisted joke is this, huh?! To have the rug pulled from beneath my feet just when I was about to reach the promised paradise! What sort of being would take such pleasure in this cruelty?!

Vita: Fufu.

Djinn: Hey, hey, girlie! I feel like that is a dig at me, ain’t it?

Marcia: Dig?! This is more a questioning of your entire existence! If you were just planning on being useless from the beginning then why’d you even come out of that lamp, huh?!

Blanche: Marcia! Calm down.

Marcia: I refuse to! This sort of trauma can’t be overlooked just like that! Aaaah! I’ve never wanted to become more like the paint on the walls than now!

Blanche: She’s completely stopped making any sense…

Djinn: Woah, just chill, won’t you? Can’t believe I’m getting a reception like this from my own Master. Talk about bad management, huh? Sure, you ain’t getting those wishes. But who cares?

Marcia: I do!! I very much do!! It’s my whole reason for existing! Now I’m just a spineless jellyfish carried by currents! What’s the point in even existing like this, huh?!

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis!

Djinn: Yeesh. That’s a bit over dramatic… Listen here girlie, you’re not getting those wishes. You’re getting something even better!

Marcia: … Huh? Really?

Djinn: Oh yeah! Drum Rolls please!!

[Drum Rolls]

Djinn: You’re getting the ultimate, most coveted, chance of a lifetime opportunity ooooooooof…

MARRYING ME!

Marcia: … Eh… ?

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?

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The Fall of Haiji Towa.

HHHRRRRAAAAAGGH!!!

UGH!

*Kibin takes a heavy swing and knocks one of the guys into two others. As soon as she does, everyone else starts to charge.

Tch...Like a moth to a flame...It’ll take more than a few insects to stop me!

Piss off! You don’t even stand a chance girl!

I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to kill you assholes...But to be honest, you aren’t worth the effort in the first place...!

Now just lay down like the good dogs you are!

*Kibin rushes towards the thug nearest to her, and pounds him to the ground. As he tries to get back up, she kicks him in the face...

Ah...AAAAHHH!!!

*The kick is strong enough to send him hurtling towards the roofs edge. But before he can make it, Kibin throws a dagger and pins his shirt to the ground, catching him before he falls.

Be careful. If you fall from this height, you really will die...!

Bitch! AACK!

*A second goon runs at Kibin, attempting a wild haymaker. Kibin blocks the blow, grabs him by the face and slams his head on the ground, proceeding to then pound it unmercifully until the guy is out cold.

I guess it’s just you left, huh?

Uh...! AH...!

*The guy is shaking in fear as Kibin slowly draws closer to him.

Welp, time to say goodnight!

*She breaks out into a run and leaps into the air, sandwiching the guys head between her legs. She then lurches forward onto her hands, lifting the guy up in the air and then spins around. She lets go and throws him a considerable distance.

Hey! Kurafto!

Got it!

*While the man is airborn, Kuripa runs and pummels his face, knocking him down.

Damn...How I wish that were me, squeezed between your legs...

Well, you COULD be...If you want to be knocked out.

Nah, I think I’ll pass...

Anyway, you get those guys over there, I’ll take these ones here.

You’re the boss...!

*Kibin does as she’s told and heads towards another group of enemies.

DORAAAH!

Whup!

*One of the thugs he prepares to fight tries to jump kick Kuripa, but he ducks out of the way and the thug falls down. He stomps on his face to stop him getting back up.

Hey!

Hey, can you taste test this for me!?

*The next enemy runs at Kuripa, to which he swings his sword and slices his stomach. As he clutches it and falls to his knees, Kuripa flips the sword around and rams the hilt into his mouth. He then stomps on it, dislocating the mans jaw!

Bastard! Take this!

*The last thug near Kuripa runs at him brandishing a knife.

Sorry, but I’m the only one who’s allowed to study the blade here...!

Wha-!? ACK! AAAAAAHHH!!

*Kuripa dodges the knife, and punches the man in the face, disarming him in the process. After being stunned briefly, the man takes a wild swing, but Kuripa grabs his dagger and stabs it through his hand.

Well...That’s the end of that...at least for me...

Kehehahahahahaaa!

Stay away from me you crazy bitch!

*Genocide Jill runs at one man and climbs on top of him, circling around and kicking several guys around them in the process. She then leaps off him into the air and throws her genoscissors, pins him to the ground, and lands knee first on his face!

I was told that I wasn’t allowed to kill you guys...

But I can definitely make you see the light just a little bit!! KEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!

Get away from us! HELP! SOMEONE!

*Jill cartwheels towards one man and practically slashes his chest open, backflipping towards another and doing the same. She then spins around and throws her scissors towards another man, which they pierce right through his shoulder.

GUhhh...!

Sorry man, but I still need these...

*She violently plucks them out of him as he falls to his knees.

Yasu! Come on!

Huh!? What the fuck!? How is this bitch so strong!

Nice job Kanonball! Hold ‘em there!

*Kanon gets behind one of the thugs and holds him. Hiro gets a run up and smashes him around the face with his baton.

Here! Lemme get this one for you!

*No sooner do they knock out the one guy, Hiro charges towards another and tightly wraps his arms around his waist.

The hell man! Get off!

Kanonball!

Got it!

*Kanon takes a run up and, using Hiro’s back as a stool, roundhouse kicks the apprehended man in the face.

Hey! Assholes!

Aw come on! Why do we always get stuck with the big guys!?

Don’t worry, I got a plan!

Huh?

*Kanon runs and weasles her way around the heavy swings of the large thugs, and then once she’s behind him, sticks something to his back.

Now then...

BREAK!

*Komaru surprisingly whips out her hacking gun and aims it at the man. She pulls the trigger and he is actually hurt by the blast!

AAAAH! WHAT THE FUCK!?

Wait, what!? I thought the hacking gun didn’t work on organic beings?

I stuck a device on his back that runs a small electric current through his body, without him feeling it! The same electric current that runs through the Monokuma’s...!

The hacking gun will work now if I stick it to him.

But...won’t it only work on the one guy then?

True, but that’s all I need!

LINK!

*Kanon fires a link bullet at the large man.

H-Hey! What the hell is going on!? I...I’m not in control of myself!

Oh! I get it now!

Dude! What are you doing!

I don’t know! Move out of the way!

*Using the link command, Kanon gains control of the large man and makes him attack all the others. He takes them down with relative ease.

Careful. I’m almost out of juice...

Ok, I got this.

Hah...I’m...sorry...GAH!

*As soon as the meter runs out, Hiro runs up and bats him round the face.

Jill! Hey! Stick this to him! Ok!?

Got it!

*Komaru hands Genocide Jill the same device Kanon used.

Get back, you psycho!

I only see one psycho here motherfucker, and for once, it ain’t me!

*Jill serpentines as Haiji pulls out a machine gun and aims at her. She dodges the line of fire and gets around him, sticking the device to his back.

Good job! Now get out the way!

Got it!

*Jill leaps out of the way, and Haiji turns to face Komaru.

Die you bitch!

*Haiji runs to his left while Komaru also runs to her left, both of them taking aim at each other. As they start running, Haiji opens fire attempting to riddle Komaru with bullets.

Knockback!

*Komaru aims with her hacking gun and shoots Haiji’s arm that holds his gun, knocking the Towa Group captain of balance.

Ugh!

Oh crap!

*In response, Haiji reaches into his pocket, and to Komaru’s horror, pulls out a grenade. 

Ragh!

*He lobs it, but thankfully, Komaru leaps out of the way. 

Nrgh!

*After rolling on the ground, Komaru gets on her knees and fires the gun at Haiji’s leg. 

Ack!

*He falls over mid run.

Rnghg...ah...

*Haiji slowly clambers to his feet and grabs his machine gun, yet again aiming at Komaru.

UGH!

*Before he can fire, Komaru shoots him in the shoulder.

Ah...ahah...aaah...ugh...

...

*Komaru draws closer to him, and Haiji backs away until he reaches the buildings edge.

I don’t want to kill you. So just give up already...

...

...

...

...

...

...

*Haiji finds himself surrounded by the rest of the gang. All his men have been taken out...

*Sigh...*

Haiji...It’s over...

...

Then...it’s over for all of us...!

*Haiji suddenly reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a detonator!

Say goodbye to your adorable kids!

*With gusto, he presses the button.

...

...

Huh?

*He turns around to look towards the hospital. It is still intact.

WH-What the hell!? WHAT THE HEEEEELL!?

I bet you’re confused...so I’ll explain to you...

Before we even headed out here, I asked our allies a favor.

We had an entire small army at our disposal, so did you think it weird that only of us raided this building?

That’s because some of of the guys were busy disarming the bombs...! And the rest were evacuating the hospital just in case that failed!

Face it Haiji! Your plan is doomed to fail! You’ve lost, so give up...

...

No...No, not yet...!

*Haiji reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pistol, aiming straight at Komaru.

Not all hope is lost! I can still kill you!

So you DO still rely on hope, after all this...?

Hehe...I don’t care if this is the end! If I can kill you I can be taken in quietly!

I’m not a coward anymore! I won’t run! Even if this fails I-!

UGH! A-Ah...aa..

!!!??

!!!??

!!!??

!!!??

!!!??

...

*The rest of the gang stare in horror...

*As they see Kuripa run his sword...straight through Haiji’s chest...

If you won’t run away...well...

In the very least...you can tell those people in hell that you died fighting...

A-Ah...a-a-a-aaaaah...

Now...

Fall...!

*Kuripa steps back, and gives Haiji a strong kick to the chest...!

...

*And he falls...a long fall...slowly, but surely, approaching the ground at a constant speed...

“And then...

...

...

...

*He is left as nothing but a lifeless, puddle of blood...

//Haiji Towa...has died.//

[osakaso5]

Spirit Kaleidoscope: Empty Absolution

Chapter 21 - The Three Man Fourth Match

Chapter Index

Forest on the Outskirts of Town - Near the Phantom Realm

Hanabusa: ...Ugh. No matter how much I cut..!

Kasane: No matter how much ya cut, there's not much ya can do about water. And from every direction, too... It's some serious dirty play.

Kasane: Don't space out now, Hanabusa-han. ...The next one's comin' from up above. 

Whoosh..!

Hanabusa: Ugh..!

Mizuchi: ...Hanabusa...!

Kasane: Ahaha! Hanabusa-han got hurt. A water god's lashes cut deep, just as I expected!

Mizuchi: ...Kasane. Stop this. Any more than this, and...

Kasane: ...Mizuchi. Keep yer distance from Hanabusa-han. The ashes I scattered on his blade might still be effective.

Kasane: And as soon as yer far enough... Beat him to the ground!

Mizuchi: .........

Rumble..!

Hanabusa: ...Urk!

Kasane: Oooh... Amazing! It's like a waterfall..! Yer really somethin'.

Hanabusa: ...Ugh! Huff, huff...

Kasane: Haha! What a shame, he dodged... Hanabusa-han's real agile for someone who's hurt.

Kasane: That bein' said, yer doing' great, Mizuchi. Keep it up. Ahahahaha...

Kasane: Hey! What else can ya do? I wanna see more.

Mizuchi: ...Why are you..?

Kasane: Hm?

Hanabusa: ...Kasane. That's enough. Do you realize what you're doing..?

Kasane: Yep, I do. I'm playin' with ya, and my new toy. ...Ain't that right, Mizuchi?

Mizuchi: .......! Look out, Hanabusa..!

Hanabusa: .....!? Another pillar of water... Uaagh..!

Rumble...!

Mizuchi: ...Ugh...

Kasane: Uh oh, ya poor thing. Flattened to the ground like a pancake...

Hanabusa: Kasane... You bastard...

Kasane: Yeah, but... Haha. Lookin' down on people really is just a lot of fun.

Kasane: Yer usually so high and mighty, but now the scary ogre's shrinkin' in the face of Mizuchi's power. Shakin' like a leaf... Heh!

Kasane: Aaah...! It's so much fun to have a yokai's powers..! I'm gonna get hooked on this!

Mizuchi: ...Kasane. Do you truly only want my power for your own enjoyment..?

Kasane: Hm? Yeah, what of it?

Mizuchi: ...Then you're a fool. You can't handle my power.

Kasane: ...Oh?

Mizuchi: Destruction awaits all who possess more than what their vessels can take. I've seen it happen to countless humans.

Mizuchi: When that happens, you won't be able to stop your sins from weighing down on you, and making you suffer.

Kasane: ........ Pfft... Ahaha! Sins, eh?

Kasane: If such a thing really exists, I'd love to see it.

Kasane: If nobody knows yer sin, then it's not a sin. If ya receive no  judgement for it, it's not a sin. And who  can judge what a sin is, anyway?

Kasane: A small difference in time period or values can change that completely. If ya think sins are a thing that really exists, then yer just delusional.

Kasane: Are ya sayin' that the sun sees me do all this bad stuff? ...It doesn’t. It doesn’t, it doesn’t!  The only one who sees is me. And the  only one who judges is me, too.

Kasane: If I don't think I've committed a sin, then it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks!

Kasane: ...Do ya get it now? There's no such thing as sin.

Mizuchi: ........ ...You...

Kasane: ...Hah. All this talk has me bored.

Kasane: Hey, why don't ya finish off Hanabusa-han now? I'm gettin' tired of playin' with him.

Hanabusa: ...Ugh... Even your misconceptions are extreme... I'll be the one to impeach you.

Hanabusa: Using someone else's powers for your own amusement... I'll hack down that rotten personality of yours!

Kasane: ...Oh, yer standin' up? I can't believe ya still have the strength to play tough. Not that yer out of this huge pinch, though.

Kasane: Are ya gonna pummel me and cut me up into ribbons now..? Give me a good time, Hanabusa-han.

Mizuchi: ........ Hanabusa...

Hanabusa: ...Mizuchi. Let's go!

To be continued...

[authordgaster]

Deeper Into The Emerald Forest Pt 2

Ruby wanted to run off and face the Deathstalker on her own, but Nemo was having none of that. Everyone watched the girl run in mid air for a moment before realizing that she wasn’t going anywhere. She then looked over to see Nemo’s left eye glowing as he held her in the air. “I thought your semblance was bones?” She asked.

“It’s both. It’s complicated. I’ll give an explanation later.” Said Nemo. “And it’d help if you didn’t try to show off by running head first into danger.”

“I’m not trying to show off! I… just want to prove that I can do this…” She said sadly. Nemo gave a flat look to the trio who had been traveling with Ruby before they’d wound up here. Cinder and Neo both pointed at Weiss, who simply crossed her arms and looked away. Nemo sighed before setting her down.

“Look Ruby, as someone who has seen you fight, I can promise that you’re more than capa-aaah oh crud!” Said Nemo as he summoned a wall of bones to stop the Nevermore’s rain of feathers. “Right… pep talk later, Grimm now.” He gave a quick look at everyone. Unfortunately he didn’t know the powers of like, half of them, so he was gonna need to use what he had. It’s like chess. With mildly higher stakes. “Petra, mind giving me a hand with helping the bird brain realize the gravity of our situation?” He asked. 

Petra blinked and wanted to get angry about the pun, but realized that this wasn’t the time. “Can do Nemo.” She said. 

“Right.” Said Nemo as he ignored the thudding of the Deathstalker trying to break down his makeshift wall. “Petra and I are gonna create an opening, I need six of you to get ready to use it.”

“There is another option.” Said Weiss.

“Being?” Asked Nemo.

“We take the artifacts and get back to the cliff. We don’t need to fight these things.” Said Ruby.

“Run and live. I like it.” Said Jaune.

“Guys, we’re gonna have to fight these things sooner or later. They’re faster than us.” Said Nemo.

“He’s right.” Said Cinder.

“Thank you.” Said Nemo.

“You’re welcome.” Said Cinder.

“Let’s put it to a vote, those who want to fight, say aye, those who want to run, say bail.” Said Jaune.

“Aye.” Said Nemo, Cinder, Petra, Dory, Nora, and Mickey. Neo pointed at Nemo.

“Bail.” Said Jaune, Pyrrha, Weiss, Ruby, Ren, Yang, Blake, Mercury, and Emerald.

“Et tu, Blake?” Asked Nemo. Blake simply shrugged in response. Suddenly the Deathstalker’s tail broke through the wall. “Alrighty then! Grab your relic and get running!” The remaining duos ran over and grabbed relics before the group of sixteen took off running.

They found themselves at a temple like area. Everyone took cover with their partners as the Nevermore perched at the top of the area and screeched at them. “Looks like we’re gonna be fighting after all.” Stated Nemo.

“Rub it in, why don’t you?” Asked Blake. Nemo’s only response was to stick his tongue out. The Deathstalker growled as it continued to approach.

“Run!” Said Jaune as some of them started to run to the center area. 

“Nora! Distract it!” Nemo heard Ren shout. Nora then leapt into the open area and pulled out her weapon, a grenade launcher from the looks of it, and started firing rounds at the Nevermore, which started firing more feathers. The Deathstalker was about to take a stab at her, but some bones and spears, courtesy of Petra and Dory, put that attempt to an end. Mickey and Mercury both delivered a devastating kick into the beast while Pyrrha and Ren fired their weapons at it. 

Neo was using her weapon as a shield for herself and those close to her to block the Nevermore’s attacks as the group made their way across the bridge.

“Everyone jump!” Shouted Nemo as the Nevermore flew around and charged straight at the bridge. This caused the group to be split up, Jaune, Pyrrha, Emerald, Yang, Blake, and Neo were on one side with the Deathstalker while everyone else was stuck with the Nevermore. 

Ruby was firing shots from Crescent Rose while Weiss summoned ice and Cinder shot flames at the beast. 

Neo was doing her best to avoid the attacks, but a swipe from the monster’s claws had sent her over the edge. Ruby looked over to see her partner fall. “Neo!” She cried. Blake jumped off after her and used her weapon as a grappling hook to grab onto the wall before swinging down and grabbing Neo, bringing her up to the other side. 

“They need our help!” Said Petra as she pointed at the four of them that were dealing with the Deathstalker. 

“Go! We can handle this beast!” Said Mickey. 

“Petra?” Asked Dory as she looked at her partner. Petra nodded her head before using her semblance to make both of them glow blue and float over.

“She can do that too?” Asked Blake as she turned her weapon into a gun and began firing at the Nevermore before dodging another feather.

“Yup!” Said Nemo as he sidestepped a feather. 

Ren and Nora ran to the edge of the broken bridge. “Oh Ren~!” Said Nora excitedly.

Ren nodded his head at her. “Do it.” He said. Nora giggled as her weapon became a hammer. Ren took a couple of steps back before Nora slammed the edge of the bridge, causing it to break and send Ren flying across, who landed gracefully, and pulled his weapons out to fire at the stalker. As Nora’s portion of the bridge crumbled, she moved the head of her hammer under her feet and fired a grenade from it, launching her across. She then brought her hammer into the beast’s head.

Nemo watched his allies fight the Deathstalker before turning his attention to the Nevermore. As things were, they weren't gonna do much since half of them couldn’t hit the thing from this far. “Y’know Mickey, it’s a beautiful day outside.” Said Nemo with a grin. Mickey looked at his friend, realizing the meaning in his words. 

“Birds are singing, flowers are blooming.” He responded with a smile. 

“What are you two babbling about!?” Demanded Weiss.

“On days like this, Grimm like that,” Continued Nemo as he raised his left hand and his left eye turned blue.

“Should be fading to dust!” Shouted Nemo and Mickey as Nemo activated his semblance on the beast. It began to glow blue as Nemo attempted to telepathically slam it into the ground. It got half way down before it started to resist and fly back up. Mickey stepped forward to lend assistance. Suddenly two extra pairs of arms made of aura grew from Mickey’s sides. He then aimed the hands of those arms at the Nevermore and fired bursts of webs, also made of aura, from his hands. They all stuck to the beast, and Mickey tugged with all four arms, sending the creature crashing into the ground. 

Meanwhile with the others, they were busy fighting the Deathstalker. Jaune and Pyrrha were using their shields to deflect the creature’s tail and claws while the others dealt with it.

Just then Emerald leapt over the beast as her weapons turned into a pair of Kusarigamas. She swung them at the beast’s tail, which wrapped around it as she landed on the other and tugged on them both, pinning it down. Nora charged at the creature’s left pincer and brought her hammer down on it multiple times until it was crushed into powder. Ren went through a similar process as he sliced the right pincer with the blades of his weapon until the limb was torn clean off. Dory and Petra both shouted as they used a storm of bones and spears to stab into the Deathstalker’s face before Yang jumped onto its face and let out a flurry of punches that pummeled its face until the creature collapsed and faded to dust.

“Holy cr@p!” Shouted Mercury as a cloud of dust flew up from the Nevermore’s impact.

“Now! Finish this!” Shouted Nemo. The other six Huntsmen and Huntresses in training drew their weapons and charged at the beast, stabbing, slicing, and kicking at it. Weiss froze it while Cinder burnt it. They all backed up as the creature struggled. Mickey clenched the fists of his aura arms, causing electricity to course through the webbing, electrocuting the monster. Nemo then charged forward and leapt so that he was above the Nevermore. He released his hold on the beast as he raised his hand into the air. Suddenly a giant dragon skull manifested in the air above him. “Get! Dunked ON!” Shouted Nemo as the skull fired a laser from its mouth that vaporized the Nevermore. Nemo landed on the ground as the remaining dust of the two creatures faded into the wind. He then looked at his allies and smirked. “Told you we should have just fought them.

“Well… That just happened.” Said Yang with a grin.

“Hyah hah hah hah!” Laughed Petra triumphantly.

[magma-queen]

Diodeshipping fanfic: #10 Fun in the snow

I told you! I told y'all there'd be a fic on this! >:3 enjoy!

It came that time of year, when the weather started getting even closer than it was in the fall. Snow started falling from the sky onto the beautiful Lumiose city. Covering the entire city in a blanket.

Cuddling inside, Ash and Clemont were sitting on the couch enjoying each other’s company and slowly starting to fall asleep in each other’s arms. Ash noticed outside the window that it was about 2ft of snow out, so he nudged the inventor.

“Hey.. I got a great idea..”

“Uh oh.” Clemont teased. “That’s not a good sign.”

Ash scoffed and playfully hit him on the shoulder. “No no really. Let’s go outside and play in the snow. It looks beautiful out there.”

“Mmm..” He cuddles close to his chest. “I’m not sure.. I kind of want to stay in here and cuddle with you near the fire.”

“Pleeeeease Clem? It’ll be fun! And.. maybe when we’re done playing in the snow, we could have some more quality cuddle time with some hot chocolate. Whaddya say?”

Clemont hesitated for a second, then Ash started to make one of his pouty faces. Clemont put his hand to his face.

“Ash don’t make that face. You know-“

“Mmmmm??”

Clemont had to giggle at him. “Alright alright.. I can’t say no to your face~” He kissed his cheek.

*chuckle* “Good! It’s a snow date then!”

After a few more minutes of warm cuddles, the two threw their jackets on and went outside, the view was absolutely gorgeous. Not one place around them was not covered in snow.

As soon as they stepped outside, Ash immediately jumped into the snow, starting to make a snow angel. After he was finished, he jumped back up and looked to see if he made it right, he didn’t. Clemont busted out laughing as Ash looked at it with disbelief.

“What is that??? It’s a huge circle! Wow, I must be bad at making snow angels..” He laughed.

“Aww, don’t beat yourself up about it, love. It’s a nice..... snow... *snort* pit.”

Ash noticed it did look like a pit in the snow he just dug up. He crossed his arms. “You makin fun of me Clem? Mm?”

*snort* N-No! It’s just.. *snicker* Okay okay, I’m sorry-“ He was laughing so much he couldn’t finish his sentence. Ash pouted at him.

After a little while. Clemont moved to a huge pile of snow and he tried to start rolling it up into balls, he wanted to start a snowball fight with Ash. But Ash... has other plans.

Ash snuck up to his love with a handful of snow, he caught him by surprise and shoved the snow into his clothes.

“Aaaaaaah!!!” He jumped, falling into the pile, shivering. “Cold!!! Cold cold cold-“ He rose up and glared at his boyfriend, who was too busy laughing at him. “Oh god oh god- So cold!!! ASH!!!”

“Hahahahahahahahahaha-!”

“Oh y-yeah? Y-you th-think that’s funny? Brr.. take this!” He rolled up a ball of snow and threw it at Ash.

It landed smack in the middle of Ash’s face. The look on his face Clemont knew, this was war. They both ran to the opposite side and started throwing snowballs at each other.

After the fighting had settled down a little, Clemont grew worried, he knew Ash was going to sneak up on him and pummel him with snow. But the question is, when? That’s what he was scared about.

Ash did in fact, sneak around and then up behind his boyfriend. But he had no snow in his hands, he smirked and crept up even closer, then took his prey.

“GOTCHA!”

“AAAAHAAAAH!!”

He pinned the nerd down in the snow and took his gloves off. Then he buried his hands underneath his jacket and shirt.

“Stop it!! Oh my god your hands are so cold!!” He shivered, trying to squirm away.

Ash started tickling him.

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Hehehehey!!! ASH STOP IT!! *snort* We were hahahaving a snowbahahahall fihihihight!!! Not a- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Thahahahahat’s cheheeheheheheating!!!”

Ash smirked, attacking his ribs. “Who said anything about cheating? This is totally fair. Awwww~ You’re cold but your face is turning red, love.”

“Plehehehehehehase stahahahahop!!!” He begged, squirming around in the snow.

“Do you surrender?”

“Y-YEHEHEHES!”

Ash decide to tease him a little more. “Who’s the snowball fight king?”

“OH MY G- WIHIHILL YOU STAHAHAHAHOP IHIHIHIHIT?!?!” He squealed, his glasses fell into the snow.

“Who is he?”

“Okayokayokay- YOU ARE!” He squeaked.

Ash stopped, picking his glasses up and giving them to him.

“That was mean. You’re a cheater.” He pouted.

“Awww c’mon Clem. We both had fun out here, didn’t we?” He smiled.

Clemont had to smile back. “Alright, it’s true. Coming out here was a good idea, babe.”

Ash squished him in a hug. “Now, how about we go back inside and I give you those warm cuddles I promised you?”

“That would be great, Ash..” He shivered. “Because nothing would be better, and also, I’M FREEZING..”

Ash chuckled, he started to lift the inventor up from the ground and pick him up.

“Wh-What are you doing??” He blushed, holding him with his arms around his neck.

Ash smirked. “Carrying my Clemmy pie back inside to warm up and cuddle, what else?”

Clemont swooned, cuddling him. Ash went back inside and they both snuggled up on the couch. After some cuddle time, Ash got up to make some hot chocolate.

Clemont sat his mug on the table, Ash’s kisses were distracting him too much. He held Ash’s shoulders playfully pushing him away.

*Snort* “A-Ash-!”

He peppered kisses all over his face. “I can’t help it! You’re so adorable and so perfect I can’t NOT kiss you! C’mere!”

“Aaah-!”

Ash tackle hugged him and nuzzled him affectionately, kissing his cheek.

“Y-You’re being extra affectionate today, even for you. Are you alright, Ash?” He giggled.

Ash laughed. “I’m just fine, dear. I just.. I love you more than anything..”

Clemont couldn’t help but his face turning beet red. He tried to cover his blush with his face but Ash wouldn’t let him. Ash brought a finger to his chin and lifted his face to him for a kiss.

Ash stopped the kiss and nuzzled their noses together. Then he tickled under his chin with his finger.

“Ash! Hehe- Stop that-!”

Ash smiled, still torturing him and enjoying his adorable giggle. “But you’re so cute.”

“But it tickles!” He flinched, pushing his hand away, then pulling him for another kiss.

Ash chuckled at him and slipped his freezing hands under his shirt.

“Aaaah-! Aaaah-! Coooold-!” The gym leader flinched, he felt Ash’s cold arms wrap around his torso. “Stop it!! Hahahaha!! That’s too cold-!”

“But my hands are cold, babe.”

Clemont tried to back away from him, no such luck. “No shit!! AAH!”

Ash smiled. “And you’re warm.” He wrapped him closer to him. “So I must warm my hands up..”

He didn’t know that his hands had gotten tucked into his boyfriend’s armpits, Clemont flinched again and busted into hysterics.

“Stop!! Stop!!” He squealed. “You’re tickling me!!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about~” Ash teased, now wiggling his frigid fingers at him.

“Oh god stahahahahop!! HAHAHAHA!! Nohohohoho fahahahair..!” He tossed and turned, trying escape Ash’s hands.

His hands finally warmed up and he let him go, Clemont pushes his face away but that doesn’t work. Ash then constricted his arms around him again and laid on his lap.

Clemont sighed and rubbed his back like he was a Persian in his lap. “You are such a dick..”

“Yup, but I’m yours, cutie.” He smiled.

As the hours went by, and the snow still fell, it came near nighttime. The couple didn’t want to get up. Soon after they decide to sleep on the couch, Luxray hopped on top of them.

“Hey! Luxray!” Clemont yelped, waking up.

“Get off!” Ash laughed.

*purr* “Luxray! Lux..”

Clemont looked up at the clock, then looked out the window, the outside was covered in snow still. He sighed.

“It’s getting late, Ash. We should probably head to bed.”

“Awww, Alright.” He said, getting up, then petting Luxray.

Clemont also got up. “Luxray. Come.”

The lion Pokemon nodded, but smirked.

“Hm? Aaah-!”

Ash had picked up again.

“Ahahash!”

*chuckle* “Come on, Clem. Let’s continue our cuddle session asleep in bed.”

He carried him to bed then they both fell asleep, Luxray hopped on with Pikachu on the foot of the bed and fell asleep too.

[louhilainen]

Henry fan art and fic

I had a request over from Fire Emblem Amino to draw Henry so I decided to post it on here as well. I had an inspiration to write a fic based on the drawing too... I’m a bit reluctant to share the drawing as the quality is reaaally bad. My partner’s scanner makes the lines too light and the photo isn’t that better either....

About 2000 words long, warning about the fic; child abuse (not graphic)

The Wolf and the Boy

”Caw, caw!”

”Nyahaha, wait for me!”

Henry was gleefully stumbling after his crows. Due to his excitement, the dark mage hardly noticed how far he had come from the man-made trails. The forest had gotten thicker and he advanced very slowly among the overgrown bushes and wet tussocks. He was probably a good way from the safety of the camp and thus, from Shephards. Oh well, he wasn’t too worried for his safety. Henry peered into the empty sky save for the clouds covering the sun. Crows had probably found whatever they were looking for and had landed.

Poor Ricken had had a very confused look on his face, when Henry had simply left him in the middle of their practise and ran after his black flock. His small friends took off from time to time to find food and Henry was determined to see what they had found. It could not be a body of Risen as even crows avoided the sullen flesh of the undead soldiers. Maybe they had found some other unlucky soul? Rotten flesh, guts teared from the belly… He could hardly wait!

He heard a mixture of sounds nearby; his crows cawing loudly and some other animals snarling.

The noise became from behind a thick row of bushes. The black mage pranced to them giddily and squashed himself between the bushes. Taking no time check what was waiting for him, he almost fell through the bushes to relatively flat ground.

The crows had found the meal they were looking for. Too bad it belonged to someone else. A pack of wolves was gathered around a carcass of a deer. Few wolves were tearing away pieces of what was left of it while snapping their teeth to crows who dared closer to their prey. Other wolves, five of them, Henry calculated quickly, lay on the ground, perhaps waiting for others to finish their meal.

It had been awhile since Henry had seen wolves.

“Oh, hello! Don’t mind me!” The mage waved his hand like he had stumbled upon children’s game, not to hungry beasts which could tear him apart in a few seconds.

Wolfes raised their heads in alarm and few of them bared their teeth.

“What? Are you thinking of eating me? Don’t even think about it! I don’t want to hurt you, but I can give you a nice curse… How about a curse where your teeth fall out from your mouth? Nyahahaa!”

Henry took quickly a tome from his bag and placed his hand on it and for a while, neither the mage nor wolves made first move. The crows hanged about around the carcass, waiting for their change.

A big wolf, one of those that had been resting on the ground, relaxed and lay back on the ground. The other wolves followed the example one by one and the ones that had their meal interrupted, directed their attention back to it.                                                                                                                

Henry wasn’t surprised about this. The animals had a good scent who to pick fights with and he had always been better with animals than humans from his very childhood. He put his tome back, and sat on the ground, watching fascinated as wolves devoured their meal. They reminded him of his first friend. Well, more like his mother when Henry thought about it. Wolfie, he had called her. The wolf had visited him almost every day and it had even brought prey to him. She had probably thought that he was hungry. Henry chuckled at the memory. There were some parts of his memories of Wolfie that seemed…. hazy. Like he had forgotten something very important. The mage shook his head. It was no matter. Wolfie was long dead, murdered… At least he had made sure her life hadn’t come cheap.

Henry realized suddenly that one wolf’s gaze never left him. He looked at it curiously. It was the same one that had been the first to react. The staring was certainly unusual behaviour for an animal.

It was a big wolf, probably the leader of the pack. It reminded him of his lost friend. Same size, similar grey-brown fur. Even the gaze was the same. Surprisingly human-like, but still animalistic enough. Like it knew something he didn’t. If he didn’t know better he could have thought it was his friend brought from the dead.

The wolf rose from the ground and very carefully, made its way toward him.

Henry opened his eyes startled. He watched confused the advancing wolf. It stopped close to him, as if waiting for something from him.

“Umm, hello? Have we met before? I’m so sorry, but I don’t remember you at all! I’m pretty sure I would remember you.”

The wolf stayed in its place. It didn’t look it was going to attack him. Henry rose and took a few small steps to the wolf.

“You know, you look really familiar. Have you ever met perhaps my friend Wolfie? Well, it was a name I gave it to her but she looked really like you so…”

Henry met the wolf’s eyes. They were exactly the same as Wolfie’s, expect… expect…. This wolf had a white spot its right eye.

His head spun.

“No, wait, I know you! You’re… you’re…!”  

***                                                                                                                                                    

Henry sat on his usual place with a magic tome on his hands. Under the huge oak, on the meadow near the forest edge. It was his favourite spot. Well, anything was better than that his home, even the streets. But the best part was that villagers rarely ever ventured to this side of the forest. A perfect place for meeting his best friends.

The only ones he had.

Meeting them every day made his life bearable. After playing with them he could easily manage few days with his parents. His father throwing him out, his cheek on the cold, wet ground, the door shut tightly… Never to open to matter how hard he pummelled the door... In the end, Henry finally stopped trying. No, no, Henry didn’t want to think about it. If he dwelled on memories things too long, he was afraid he would… summon something. He could feel the terrible lump throbbing loudly whenever he was most desperate to smile.

Finally a large wolf jogged from the forest with four cubs following closely on the bigger wolf’s paws.

“Hey!” Henry waved his hand and greeted his friends relieved to have their presence save himself from his thoughts. The bigger wolf started to lick his face as soon as she arrived to Henry. “That tickles, haven’t I said you don’t have to wash me!” The boy laughed as wolf’s coarse tongue licked every corner of his face.

Snow and Froggie started to wrestle like they always did when they weren’t eating or sleeping. Snow had gotten his name due to his fur. Well, his fur was more like grey than white, but Snow sounded better. Henry had started to call the other puppy Froggie when he had tried to make a frog his prey. He had been startled when the frog had started jumping higher than Froggie himself was.

Blackie and Spot nibbled and growled at each other around Henry’s legs. They both wanted to climb up to his lap.  Blackie had gotten his name because he had a black snout. Henry had named Spot immediately when he saw her for the first time. She had a white spot under her right eye. Otherwise she looked very much like her mother.  

“You’re getting so big!” Henry picked Spot up and she happily gnawed his arm. “Auch! You’re getting sharper teeth too…”

The boy placed Spot on the ground and picked up a sturdy branch from the grass. Blackie rushed to it and sank his teeth to it. He tried to pull it from the boy with his tail wagging furiously. Spot joined her brother gnawing the branch from the middle.  Mother kept watch on her cubs; on a wolf and a human alike, as they played together. Laughter from the human boy and high pitched snarling and yelping from the wolves filled the meadow with happy sounds.

***

“Well, I’ll be damned! I’ve never seen such a huge wolf before!”

“And it was near the village too! To think it could have attacked someone… That thing could easily just carry a child like it was nothing!”

“Speaking of children, didn’t it have cubs?”

“We haven’t found them yet. The mother must have left them on a den, but we’re going to find them and get rid of them. We don’t want four grown wolves roaming near the village.”

Henry hardly heard the buzzle of the small crowd gathered in the centre of the village. He fell on his knees to the ground beside his death mother. Her side was full of huge arrows. Blood had coloured her beautiful fur with red among the corners of the hole that the arrows had made. Her tongue lolled outside the mouth, her features forever locked in an agonised expression.

“What’s wrong with you, boy? Never seen a dead wolf before?”

“Why the hell is he smiling like that?”

“You’re shaking so badly, are you alright?”

The small boy didn’t hear them. He only heard the lump beating, filling every fibre of his being with vicious power that longed to be released. The lump purred and whispered to him.

Let me take care of this. After that…. You will smile like you never have.

“Hey, what in Naga’s same is he doing…?”

Henry let darkness swallow him.

***

“How… how could I forget you..?” Henry fell on this knees reaching for the wolf. Spot came eagerly to him and the black mage rubbed Spot’s fur with shaking hands.

“I’m so… happy to see you!” Henry always felt happy. But this time… this time he felt like he couldn’t contain his happiness. Like it would burst out from him.

But at the same time… it hurt so much.

“Nyahaa…. What’s… wrong with me? I feel so happy, but it also really, really hurts…. in here…” Henry grasped his shirt, just under where his heart was. He felt moist in the corner of his eyes and touched his eyes. “What’s this? Are these… tears..?” The mage watched his wet fingers in wonder.

His lost sibling began licking his face.

“Aaah, that tickles!” Henry laughed. The tongue felt as coarse as had Wolfie’s years ago.

He made a rare kind of smile; a genuine one. “I’m glad you survived. Even if it was just one of you…I’m glad.”

Spot’s mother had lost her life and her siblings probably as well… Only because she took him in to their family. If he had never visited that place… then… then…

“Hey, can you forgive me?” Henry took his hands off. ”It was kind of my fault your mother was killed. If only I had stayed away from that place and from you…” His voice faded away.

Spot tilted her head and simply commenced licking his face again.

“Haha, I guess I’m forgiven!”

Animals truly were amazing.

The rest of the pack had finished with the carcass and was restlessly moving around, probably wondering why their leader was behaving so oddly around the human. His childhood friend raised her head.

“Is that your pack? You seem to have done good in life, nyaha!” Henry petted her head gently.

“Hey, you know. I have kind of pack too. They’re called Shephards. Although I’m from Plegia and they’re from Ylisse, I feel like they’re my… family? Kinda like you guys were to me. I don’t think they quite understand what’s so great about curses… But it feels like I’m at home when I’m with them.” The wolf’s gaze was on Henry as if she was listening attentively.

“Both of us should be going. You with your pack and I with Shephards. Knowing them, they must be getting worried about me. I wouldn’t want them to start searching from me. Last time Ricken came after me, but then Risen attacked and boy, was it was fun to send them back to afterlife! Nyahahaa! Well, for me at least, Ricken started crying after we made it to the camp…. He really is bad with all this killing stuff.”

“So, good bye, Spot.” Henry scratched around her ears. They weren’t as soft as they were when she had been a cub… But they were still Spot’s. “If you ever need someone dead or cursed, come find me! I’ll send them to hell sooner than you can imagine… I’ve had a much more practise lately!” The dark mage added more cheerfully.

His childhood friend gave a last lick to Henry’s cheek and turned around with a single tail wave. She jogged to her pack. Crows rushed cawing happily to the pitifully small remains of the deer carcass. The dark mage waved his hand in goodbye as the pack slipped to the darkness of the forest.

“Bye bye, Spot! Be safe!” Henry shouted after them. “Huh, what’s this? My eyes are wet again…”

[smashingsire]

Yep, he was pooped out. The teen threw himself into this mess where there’s little chance that he would come back kicking in a flash. So he decided to let the throbbing muscles sink in and take a huge deserved rest after his time trouncing the sandbag. The blue bangs were currently making a blanket over his eyes where even a small puff from him couldn’t blow them away.

As for the sandbag itself, it just stood there without any sign of motion aside from its blinking eyes; the bag’s sole purpose was to have the stuffing kicked out of it during a Home-Run contest, without even feeling any amount of pain. In fact, it’s only good feeling was to see the people using itself as a punching bag! This one though wondered why the King stopped but didn’t press or move a muscle.

The bluenette actually tried to move, but every time a limb was lifted caused him to softly wince and fall back in the grass, as it was absorbing his body. The hammer remained by his hand as if it wanted another go on the sandbag but its user refused to do so. He just needed to get up first! ...The sun wasn’t helping him as his brow began to sweat and lips were starting to dry up. How long ago did he have a glass of water...? Did he not bring ANY water at all?

Well, this wasn’t going to end well for our little sparrer currently situated on his back. “Is this here... tha final curtain for me... me... me?” He croaked out in a slight-theratical way, trying to lift up a hand to show emphasis... “Hmm...? Whut tha...? Whose that...?”

That’s when he looked up to see someone float down to his level and block out of the sun from his vision as well. He squinted his eyes without so much as a move, as he felt a big hand softly caress his head so that he could see her properly... a...

giant pink woman?

“Aaah...!” The sight of her brought back a temporary boost of strength where he sat up, though his back released a few creaks. “Ahh!” He placed a hand against his back, wincing and tightly shutting an eye.

... Then he remembered what was towering above him. “Aaaahhhh...!”

Well, she sure was a sight to see! He’d never saw anyone or anything like her before! She looked human, like him, but with such enormous hair? He felt like a mere Bronto Burt compared to her! “Uuuuuugghhh...” ... wait, she was big and pink with a rather feminine and slight-angelic look to her so...

“Uuugggh-ain’t ya Kirby’s momma? Y’sure look like ya are! Listen, I didn’t mean to pummel him, we were jus’ playin’! Don’t punish me or none, I’m like his best baron bud!”

(  OH … ?  )

Giant Pink Woman…?

@variantia

Dashing around the white sandbag was a flash of red, yellow, blue and beige followed by a series of immense noises of wood colliding into cushioned cloth material. Once the figure slowed down, it turned out to be a young human with a stocky build but apparent large amount of strength. Resting on his shoulder and held with a strong grip was a large wooden mallet which seemed to be the very object that collided with this sandbag.

This wasn’t any average punching bag as it soon hopped into a stance and awaited the boy’s action with beady eyes.

He was clothed in a beige vest and pair of blue shorts, plus wore some yellow sneakers. Across his head was a navy yet messy-looking mane of hair where some of the locks got in the way of his emerald eyes.

As for the teen, he prepared to make another move before his mallet’s base landed on the ground with a CLUNK, along with its wielder.

He reached his limit and was paying the price by doing a starfish on the ground… but the plus side was that he earned himself a well-earned break. The blades of grass ticked his limbs and back of the neck, which greatly calmed him down.

   It wasn’t as if Rose truly MEANT to intrude on what was going on with someone else.  It was just that, at the moment, Greg was busy, which meant she was exploring on her own – and she couldn’t stay away from all this sound.  It was the sound of fighting, which made her think maybe someone was in danger.

   She watched the apparent fight for a moment, ready to rush in if things got serious.  But by the fact that this boy’s opponent seemed to refuse to attack once the boy stopped swinging his weapon, maybe it wasn’t a real battle at all.

   A spar of some kind ?

   Thought if that was what it was, the human looked awfully worn out.  She knew sparring, and someone basically collapsing after a practice fight was a sure sign that they’d overdone it at least a little.

   After a few more seconds, Rose pushed off the ground and toward the human, floating gently down beside him.  Oh, the poor dear.  A glance was spared to the … sandbag creature ?  Her eyes and smile silently communicating that she wasn’t here to cause any harm.

          ❝  Goodness,  ❞    she murmured softly, brushing the human’s bangs away from his face with all the tenderness a mother might afford her child.           ❝  You certainly gave that all you had.  Are you okay ?  Do you need                   some help with healing ?  Or just rest ?  ❞

[aerialflight]

Moana Snippet

Well, I did it. I wrote a Moana thing. I haven’t written anything in a while, so I just wrote a little snippet on how Maui could’ve possibly met our favorite sentient Ocean. Hope you all enjoy! Comments and reblogs are everything.

The burning, scorching sun was the first thing to greet Maui when he first woke up. Blinking away the familiar feeling of sand latched onto his eyelashes, he got up, grimacing when he felt gritty sand irritate the back of his neck.

Impatiently brushing away the golden grains from his rumpled curls, he glanced around and felt dread start to pummel in his stomach.

Rocks. An island of stones and not a single coconut tree in sight.

Te Ka sure knew how to pick them.

“Perfect.” He grunted, dread twisting into anger and indignation. “I try to help mankind and what do I get? A vacation house made of pebbles? No boat, no fishhook-”

Everything suddenly screeched to a stop. Fear made its way down Maui’s spine along with denial.

The gods can’t be that cruel-

He bolted, trying to find the magical gift in vain, desperation fueling his need to search. The one thing that made him worth anything, his ticket to escaping, his reason for being. Hours blurred as he fruitlessly tried to find the familiar tool that was an extension of himself. It didn’t even cross his mind that Te Fiti’s heart was gone until much later.

Nothing. Nothing but a deserted island he’s been exiled to unfairly.

He dropped to his knees, unable to stand anymore. He glanced up, seeing the night sky with its vibrant stars twinkling back as if mocking him. A map he knew so intimately that it was seared into his mind, the knowledge completely useless to him without having any way to leave. Another method of torture, a reminder of how trapped he was.

He curled into himself, burying his head into his knees and wrapping his legs up like a lost child.

It was the longest night he’s ever faced.

Solitude was a slow, creeping thing that snuck up on him.

It was a fact he didn’t accept immediately.

At first, he howled until his voice got hoarse at the sea, a volcano exploding at every syllable as he cursed the gods and the damn Heart for having him stranded here. He threw rocks, ripped apart shrubs and tossed shells far into the water just to send the message much more thoroughly. It went on for weeks, months, (he wasn’t sure how long to be honest) before all his fury eventually depleted itself and left him frantic.

He begged like never before on his hands and knees with his head resting the sand. He bargained like the trickster he is, admitted his crimes as if it would absolve him, honest pleads stumbled off his tongue, yet nothing happened. The gods weren’t listening.

The fact sunk in and left him colder than the sea’s abyss.

He laid on his back by the beach, completely listless as hopelessness and depression ate away his usually gregarious personality. He stared up at the blue expanse, longing to fly his way out and feel the breeze flutter his feathers as he glided above the glittering ocean. The best of both worlds at his fingertips, a free spirit in every sense of the word.

Now, he was a literal caged bird, wings clipped by the gods who gifted it to him in the first place.

It was a fitting punishment.

It left a lingering, bitter taste in his mouth.

This phase, however, was a passing thing. He wouldn’t have survived this long if he let something like this stop him. Resourcefulness and making the best out of his circumstances was practically his origin story if you think about it.

He eventually got up and started to explore the sorry excuse of an island, noting dryly that there was absolutely nothing he could use to build a boat or any means of leaving.

After that, there was unfortunately not much else to do.

Boredom became an issue really, really quickly.

Time may pass strangely to a demigod – one time, he sailed at sea for an entire decade without resting and wouldn’t have realized it if it weren’t for the fact his boat started breaking apart from constant use and his heavy bulk – but it seemed to crawl after he ran out of things to do.

He wasn’t used to being this antsy, usually always on the move to explore new islands or battle monsters that terrorize helpless mortals who later tell stories of his heroics and deeds. It always left him feeling accomplished, the praises making him more daring to prove himself even further that he was worthy of such legends attached to his name. Worthy of being loved.

(But the starstruck expressions so full of awe and thanks only partially filled up that loneliness that has haunted his every step, leaving him craving for more.)

This overwhelming isolation has led him into the habit of talking to himself.

Well, technically his tattoo, but it was the same difference really. He only noticed the miniature cartoon version of himself coming to life when he felt an unnatural tug pull his bicep that completely startled the daylights out of him.

And no, he did not scream like a little girl, thank you very much.

Turns out he created his own companion. Which was pretty sad even by his standards. The fact it has quite an attitude and apparently liked to nag him a lot was something he was not going to inspect closely. It said things about himself that he created someone like that out of his longing for any form of interaction. It didn’t help that he was irrationally jealous of the fact the little guy has its own fishhook.

He was evidently losing it.

With nobody around, he found himself narrating his actions, bickering with the expressive Mini-Maui who disapproved of his tendency to use bad words when he stubbed his toes on rocks or hollered at the sky like a crazy person whenever a storm rumbled above and left him drenched.

It kept him busy when he told himself his own stories that people have created about him, as if he needed reminding on how awesome he was. It was amusing to watch the miniature tattoo figure dance and whack monsters on the head whenever he did, following the story with zealous enthusiasm.

Most of the time, he did this near the ocean during the day, the sight of the sea always calming the restlessness inside him. It was a comforting view, and he could almost imagine himself sailing across the great blue if he closed his eyes, hand touching the water to test its temperature and hear the crashing waves. His voice unconsciously grew deeper whenever he spoke, as if whispering secrets to the water as he wove tales that weren’t just about himself if he ran out of his own adventures – a rare occurrence – and describing terrible sea monsters parents told their children as bedtime stories.

(Not that he knew. He never knew his own.)

There were times he swore that the ocean was listening, an attentive presence that left him feeling comforted and less alone. By this point, he was accepting the probability he was going insane.

So slowly he didn’t even notice, he formulated a routine. He was coping to the best of his abilities, telling himself he’s biding his time and waiting for an opportunity to escape.

And when he fell into deep slumber that stretched on for what felt like months, he dreamed of flying.

It happened on an ordinary day that turned his world view upside down and left him hanging there continuously.

He was having one of his bad days, brooding by the shore with cynicism poisoning his heart. The cheerful sun irritated him and the sea breeze was incredibly annoying with how his hair kept slapping him in the face and leaving him wishing for a stronger hairband that didn’t consist of braided plant stems. They were snapping far too quickly, much to his aggravation.

Pint-sized Maui was looking up at him anxiously, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to sit down and do nothing, delve deep into his pondering thoughts and bury himself in resentment that was becoming more familiar to him by the day.

“Oh who am I kidding.” He was muttering to himself, scoffing. “Escaping? There’s no escaping this place. I’m just going to waste away here and all anyone’s going to say about me is,” he raised his voice into a falsetto, batting his eyelashes for effect. “‘Oh, Maui? You mean the demigod who screwed it up and died on a rock from utter boredom? Wow, he sounds sooo amazing!’”

He sighed, his spirits plummeting even further. “Yeah, real amazing. Amazing you’ll be remembered at all.”

That, more than anything, terrified him beyond anything the gods could throw at him. What if hundreds of years pass and everyone forgets him? What if he really was stuck here forever and slowly be driven insane until one day he won’t be able to take it anymore and drown himself?

It was a gloomy line of thought.

He was so busy frowning down at his lap that it took him a few minutes to realize that something was shading him from the sun. He looked up, expecting to see clouds in the sky even though he was pretty sure the sky was spotless the last time he checked, and was met with something completely impossible.

The ocean lifted itself up and was looking at him.

“Aaah!” Maui’s screech did not resemble a squawking chicken as he scrambled away from the shore so vigorously, he didn’t even notice how he scraped his hands and feet on the gritty gravel.

The towering wave – Head? Arm? What in gods name? – jerked back like it was startled by Maui’s very understandable reaction to an animated ocean. The two beings that existed beyond mortal comprehension went into a standoff, staring at each other for a very long moment before Maui registered the stinging hurt on his palms and soles. He winced, holding his hands up to see them angry red with little cuts all over his fingers and the insides of his wrists.

He glanced up from his inspection and barely managed not to back away again, heart jumping into his throat when the ocean wave came impossibly close to him by stretching itself ahead of the shore line.

By Papa, he never connected the word sneaky to the ocean before now. You learn something new every day.

Heck, he swore that the ocean was nearly hovering in worry with how intently it was focused on the angry, red lines that were starting to slightly bleed.

Maui was briefly struck with an absurd thought. Has it never seen blood before? But people have died at sea, impaled by their broken boats or eaten by monsters or thousands of other scenarios more serious than something this minor.

He was giving himself a headache.

“It’s no big deal.” He found himself saying. He didn’t know if he was telling this to himself, or attempting to reassure the blue, apparently sentient sea that may or not be a figment of his imagination. “This is nothing to the great Ma-aaa!”

He yowled as a blob of water suddenly consumed his feet, the salt bringing needles of ratcheting pain. He involuntarily curled his toes and tensed his shoulders from shock. The ocean quickly retreated, releasing its watery grip at his shouting.

“What was that for?” Maui yelled, flailing his hands with all the refinement of a jumping jellyfish. All his frustrations at his general situation, inconvenient injuries, and constant black mood bubbled to the surface and was now targeting itself at the overcasting water. “Is this a pastime of yours? No wonder people say you’re a sadistic-Hey!”

He lurched back his hands, dodging the wave that was determinedly darting towards his appendixes like a fruit fly to a rotting banana.

“Would you just-Why are you so-Son of a-”

He didn’t get to finish when the ocean literally splashed him hard on the cheek, momentarily stunning him from the unexpectedness of it, and victoriously engulfed his hands with sea water.

Maui hissed, a hundred piranhas biting his tough flesh before the sensation disappeared as abruptly as it came when the ocean withdrew. His eyes widened when he realized rather stupidly that all the sand that had been irritating the injuries were cleanly gone, a much smoother process than if he had done it manually.

“Oh.” He voiced out, the word uncharacteristically small. He looked up and felt any sense of gratitude die a ghastly death when he sensed smugness practically radiate off of the ocean’s head.

Scowling, he instinctively tried to shove the water away, which was kind of senseless in hindsight. He ended up getting his hand stuck in the suspended water with the associating pain of his wounds already something he was getting used to.

He half expected the ocean to let go or pull some sort of mischief over him. Instead, it slowly bobbed up and down with his hand following the motion, a strange gesture that bewilderingly resembled a gentle handshake.

Hello. It seemed to be trying to say. Or even, Nice to meet you.

And then just as gently, it let go of its hold and sunk back, becoming a small unnatural hump above the lapping waves, akin to a child peeking at him with a cautiousness that made guilt latch onto his conscience. He didn’t have to glance down to know Little Maui was looking up at him expectantly to make a move.

Maui sighed and rolled his shoulders, bracing himself.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you.” He tried not to look down or cross his arms defensively. Pride and a lack of sustaining conversations made him unpracticed in the art of apologizing. “You didn’t deserve it.”

The sea seemed to go completely still, which was unsettling in how deliberate its lack of movement seemed to be. Maui’s not used to seeing the waters not be in constant flux, especially when he’s travelled across the waves countless times before. It finally rippled when a sudden stream of seawater hit him right in the face, breaking the tension effectively.

“You little-”

In the end, Maui had streaked into the ocean and spat out angry expletives in the water, uncaring and not noticing how much his feet stung for thumping on the sand so many times until afterwards. In response to his justifiable rage, the ocean kept dumping buckets of water on top of him or aimed at his ticklish armpits the moment he let his guard down.

When the rather one-sided battle was over, his hair was a mess and salt was permanently imbued in his scalp and locks, making it frazzled and smelling like fish. His feet and hands ached and itched, and he only got warm once he set a fire going as the skies darkened. Whatever brought the ocean to life had waded off and left him alone again, doing whatever it is annoying, lively oceans did.

He refused to think about the fact that not once did his sorry situation cross his mind during the entire day, having been fully distracted the whole time.

And hey, at least he learnt that the ocean was a mischievous brat instead of the wise, old revered force of nature everyone thought it was.

Who knew?

[mysillylittlewritings]

Snowball fight

The team + reader having some fun in the snow plus trying a different format, is this preferable? Let me know if it’s too spacey (:

It was snowing, and it had been snowing for two whole days. Initially, the team and the league had thought it was one of the villains playing around with a weather machine. But alas, it was just the weather being naturally cold enough for snow. You all had just gotten to that conclusion, and since the snow was perfect for it, you petitioned the team to go outside with you and play in the snow. It was silly really, how giddy you felt in the snow. There’s just something about the snow that turns you into a five-year-old. And so, you all dress in warm clothing, and get going. M’gann is almost as excited as you, citing it amazing water can fall in this form down from the sky. So the pair of you just run around and start making snowmen within a minute of getting outside. The rest just kind of stand back for a moment and laugh at the energy levels you’re showing. It doesn’t take you and M’gann long before you finish two snowmen, and are about to start the third when you notice the rest is still just standing about and not really looking like they are enjoying themselves. So you pull on M’gann’s sleeve, and whisper in her ear.

“Hey, I have an idea to involve them.” The whisper is as low as you can get it without stop making a sound, and as low as you can get it with all the excitement in your voice. You just hope Conner didn’t hear it.

M’gann looks at you curiously, and instead of whispering, opens up a mind link between the pair of you. ‘What are you thinking, (Y/N)?’ You look her in the eyes, and a mischievous grin starts spreading on your lips as you think back to her, ‘Snowball fight! It’s easy, we just pretend for a while to be making a bunch of smaller snowmen, and then you use your telekinesis to throw them all at the same time at the guys! It’ll be great!’ You’re almost bouncing as you think about it, and she immediately agrees. So you start making tonnes of “little snowmen”.

Conner is the first to notice something’s up, and walks on over. The others are busy talking amongst themselves to notice anything at all.

“Hey, what are you two doing?” Conner asks you two with suspicion evident. He’s naturally untrusting of you two, especially since you two had gotten significantly more quiet since the idea was born and approved.  

“Oh, it’s nothing! We’re just making a small snowman family!” You say with a large grin. He doesn’t buy that for a second.

“Common, I know you two better than that. I want in on whatever it is you’re planning.” He states and lowers his voice, “Please, they’ve been talking about school and it has gotten tired.”

You and M’gann share a look and a quick conversation via the mind link M’gann never bothered to dissipate. ‘Should we?’ M’gann asks and smiles at Conner. ‘I think it can’t hurt. Besides, we need someone on our team when the war breaks out. I’d like to recruit Wally too! I think his speed could come in handy in the manufacturing ammo as the war goes on.’ Your reply comes swiftly and surely, and your strategy seemed sound to M’gann. And so, she linked Conner up with you two. You quickly explain the plan to him, and he agrees to it in a heartbeat. This should be fun.

Kaldur, Robin, Artemis, Zatanna and Wally still haven’t noticed the absence of Conner, or the absence of sound from you, and you take it to your advantage. ‘M’gann, can you link Wally up, and keep his expression neutral as we try and recruit him?’ You ask her through the link, and she complies right away.

‘Aye, aye captain!’ Her eyes glow a bit, and you see Wally stiffen ever so slightly, and hope the others don’t notice it, or just write it off as a chill.

‘Wally, do you hear me, please answer in a thought!’ You make the first contact, and he answers right away.

‘Yeah, I do, what’s this about?’ The confusion is clear in his mind, but thankfully doesn’t show up on his face.

‘O.K. so! We’re planning an all-out war! And we want you on our side!’ You exclaim, and the excitement is felt by all through the link.

‘Wait, what? War?’ Your statement didn’t seem to help with his confusion, and if anything, it made it worse.

‘Yeah! A snowball war! We’ve been preparing it, and we think you’d be a lot of help maintaining that advantage.’ M’gann interjects and with that, Wally is sold.

‘On three, you run to us, so you don’t get hit by the snowballs, O.K.?’ You ask Wally, who agrees, and the countdown began.

‘One.’ M’gann thinks.

‘Two.’ Conner continues.

‘THREE!’ You all but shout in the link and Wally dashes back to you, as M’gann flings 20 snowballs at the rest of the team. They all manage to turn towards where Wally ran, and thus get pummelled in the face. They all stand for a moment stiff, registering what just happened, and your team laughs hard.

“You all should see your faces!” Wally shouts over to them. You had made sure to have a good space between you, so shouting was a necessity.

“Oh no, you didn’t!” Artemis shouts right back, and has already started forming snowballs. Zatanna and Robin weren’t far behind. Only Kaldur took a moment to assess the situation, and take a moment to see what the rest were doing with their hands.

“What are we doing, precisely?” Kaldur asked with a slight confusion in his features. He’s not used to this sort of behaviour, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t attempt to follow suit.

“We’re having a war, and we are going to win even if they cheat with telekinesis and super speed!” Artemis growls, and takes aim at M’gann, hoping to knock her down for a second to stop the rain coming down in the form of snowballs.

“Right. How can I help?” Kaldur looks between the other three, trying to figure it all out.

“Have you never made snowballs?” Zatanna asks, bewildered.

“No, I have not.” Kaldur deadpans, and frowns, “But it seems easy enough. Just press the snow together into a ball?” He tries to clarify.

“That’s all there is to it, Kal. Then aim for their faces, so don’t press too hard, or Batman will have our heads!” Robin saysjust as he prepares to disappear. “Just do your worst.” Robin grins and runs away.

“No Rob! We need a strategy!” Artemis yells after him, but already too late. “Aaah, damn it! Z, can you make a shield or something? We need to regroup!”

“Yes, should be doable. Dliub a trof wons!” Zatanna recites and a snow fort rises. It’s nothing grand, but it’ll work while they come up with a plan. As they strategize, you and your team work out how to get rid of Robin.

‘Do you think we can bribe him?’ You ask shamelessly, hoping for a yes, because the more, the merrier. Also, it increased the odds of you winning, which is always a positive thing.

‘Maybe, depends on the bribe.’ Wally says and strokes his chin as he thinks it.

‘Isn’t that… Unfair? I mean, we already got Wally and M’gann on our side, what does Robin offer?’ Conner asks, not seeing the value in having Robin, who can be virtually unseen in any terrain, including snow, on your side.

‘Yeah, but they have Artemis, and she never misses, and Zatanna can cast spells for daays!’ You interject, and move your hands in accordance.

‘I say we just rush them now, while they’re unprepared. I mean, they’re thinking of doing the same anyway.’ Conner pipes in, having used his hearing for intel.

‘Wait, can we call for Wolf?’ Wally asks just as the shift towards attack mode was made.

‘Why do you want him with us?’ Conner asks.

‘He can take down the fortress while we come in from the sides.’ Wally explains, gaining sounds of approval from everyone.

‘O.K. call him M’gann!’ You say, and you all wait for only a minute before Wolf comes running from the woods, having gone out a bit sooner than you to explore the new, white surroundings. You fill him in and get ready to rumble.

‘Alright, Wally and Conner, take left. Me and M’gann take the right. Wolf, go straight! We clear?’ You ask, and they all nod. “O.K. on my count! One, two… THREE! CHARGE!” You shout and lead the way. The others are surprised by your yell, and peek around the fortress. Much to their surprise, they see you all running at them, and within a moment, everyone’s throwing snowballs like crazy, and the fort is down. Even Robin comes out of hiding and joins in. This went on for about an hour. After which, you all were exhausted, and couldn’t wait to get back into the warmth of the cave. Who won? No one really. Everyone was cold and wet, and smiling from ear to ear. So you all decided that it was a draw, if only to prevent any further fights centring on who won.

“So, I think today was a success?” You ask with a smile over the group as you all sipped on your hot beverages in the living room.

A definitive yes could be heard in various forms, as the team confirmed what you’d been thinking.

‘Today was the best day we’ve had as a team!’

[evilback-wards]

Projecting

I was doing that annoying leg bounce thing. How many sessions have I been to this stupid therapist and they haven’t even a cure for that! My eyes were staring down at the floor. It’s a shiny finish today. Not a speck of dust. My eyes were wandering around the clean sheen, reflecting back my own, ugly image. Tall. Odd. Sad. My big round black eyes seemed bottomless. Perhaps the devil was hiding somewhere in there, waiting, lurching for the moment  to reach into this reality and tear it to shreds. Surely that’d solve my problem with money.

The second hand’s tick was beginning to bother me to no end. Tick. Tick. Tick. Why can’t it control how fast traffic goes, how much time it takes for my hair to be done, those long all-staffs, those horrendous water cooler conversations, hell, it could fix poverty and homelessness if time could be manipulated just by its sound! I continued to trace myself in the floor, the wax job actually up to par. Cleaning boy desires a raise. Who gives out the raises again? I could hardly make out my ugly mug through the dirt and grit in my mirror at home. These floors seem to show me better than I can ever see it. Better than I can see myself. Better than this Devil hiding behind my eyes can see anything.

“Miss Thoryn? Stor is ready to see you,” Sharon announced, her shrill voice hurting my ears per usual. Why did the lady ever try speaking anything? It was annoying. And now I had to pull my eyes away from the floor to look at her homely mug.

Her hair, a rose colored nest paired with bobby pins hanging for life, nods toward me. Of course she isn’t forcing it to do such a labor intensive movement, it’s the blaring A/C. I did my best to keep up my facade, nodding, allowing my red heels to click against the linoleum floor. My purse, running ten years old now, hangs at my side. Rips add to its personality. Much more personality than Sharon’s shrill, plain, disparaging appearance. Really, that worn grey cardigan, why hasn’t she used her payroll to dress herself better? Wrinkles in the poor thing matched  Sharon’s face, lips painted that usual, off-color lavender. How on Earth did she think this outfit, this look, this anything worked? Her pale skin was a beautiful canvas to work upon, and she had to go and let it get stretched out. Let herself go. Let herself...simply exist. I detest women like that.

 I stopped in front of the desk, signing my name and the current...time. 10:07. Seven minutes late, the usual, and when I get in, O’ Stor will have that same excuse. The family, the family, the baby, the baby, the bullshit, oh, what BULLSHIT!

I finished off the signage with an initial at the :07 part of my check in time.   Insurance should comp me for those times, or hell, reimburse that part of my insurance. I don’t work this boring, disgustingly hideous occupation to be mentally ill. Partially to stay afloat and not to be a statistic in fact.  

Sharon kindly thanked me, though it’d be more of a proper thanks if she kept her trap shut. The white walls felt like they were closing in already. Another session with the beast, the idiot, the buffon Stor Y. Park. What’s the Y for? He won’t tell anyone.

I brushed down my dress, red per usual, beautiful as usual, perfect as required. My eyes followed a familiar trail, down the hallway with the wooden doors and faux golden plated  door tints.  Takes some time to get to Park, P, that’s about halfway through the alphabet.  The floor...disgusting. Did they forget to wax this part? My eyes took a break from straight ahead to the floor, a  variety of dirt meeting my eyes. Did they have these floors cleaned on different schedules? Were therapists really this dirty? How could they let their shoes get so much grit on them? I mean, it’s the middle of July, hasn’t rained in weeks, dirt has been pretty in place, nothing hasn’t been particularly dry but not wet either...so that’s it. Why I’m not fixed up right now. Because all these therapist in this dumpy town are either dirty, dumpy, or determined not to help me! I cracked a smirk, pulling my head up. Getting closer to the P’s now.

My eyes  were a bit distracted still though, the grit getting worse as I got closer. Did Stor go fishing or swimming or another disgusting activity with that family of his? If so, he’d have to explain such events with his supervisor. Personal time and work time cannot mix. He can’t take his first appointment of the day late because he was too busy giving out kisses to the kids and misses. He can’t just postpone me like a calendar reminder. I am a person. He cannot treat me this way.  

Finally, Parks. S.Y.Parks  Rearranged, it’d spell out S.P.Yarks That’s a funny thought. I fiddled with my dress a bit more, stretching it out, ensuring it went far past my knees(but careful for it not to touch that grit on the floor).  My purse wiggled a bit, the tears beautiful, my eyes beautiful, my everything glamorous. Nothing fits better than my own self. Now to tell this idiot all the issues he’s got going on. Why things aren’t going well, and ask him how come he’s basically given up on fixing my issues? I pulled at the handle, pushing the door open to find a familiar place.

Cacti peppered the room, the usual variety, in baskets and clay pots and in any place Stor could get away with. Wood finished furniture, drawings from those parasites he loves so much...and that damned witch that keeps him from seeing me on time. I huffed as I entered, Stor’s eyes fixated on a computer screen. No movement, hell, not even acknowledgement. My eyes fled to the clock, 10:10, ten minutes late, and now, he has the nerve to just...ignore me? Guess 10AM means 10:15 because on time is early and early is closed and late is somehow perfectly punctual. I huffed again, this time, matching the sound with the (not so gentle) door close.

“Ah, morning miss Thoryn. Please tell me about how you’re feeling going into this appointment,” Stor says, disinterested. Ugh, this is it, that type of crap that makes someone struggle to open up. When your eyes are glued to a screen, hands folded, eyes glazed, face bored, suit stained, who would even trust him with a baby? I wouldn’t trust him with a baby. Not even a baby would trust this boy.   

“Well, may as well say afternoon there. You’re ten minutes late then you have the audacity to just brush me off like one of those hell raisers you’re taking care of! My day has been delayed by your, not only slow, but dismissive behaviors. How is anyone supposed to get anything done if their hands are tied by your lack of care? Lack of response? Lack of, well, I could go on for hours, but you’re supposed to be the one asking the questions, mister ‘tell me’, how about you tell yourself to do your job,” I said. It’s pretty straight forward. My words should hit a chord, you’d think, but no, he still stares at that screen.

I move myself toward my usual chair, green, furthest away from most of the prickly terrors that covered the room. What exactly did a woman have to do to exist and be heard? Yell like I did, shaking violently, documenting every offense of my time until someone somewhere decides that it is unjust?

“Aaah, yes yes, miss Thoryn. I apologize. I had to keep watch of the baby monitor for my wife, she’s on baby watching duty from now until the end of our time,” Stor says, all calm-like as if his professionalism wasn’t just cut by the throat by my words, “Now tell me how you’re really feeling.” Really, did he feel that brave to ask that question starting out? My eyes were already crawling across his distasteful disposition, hair unkempt, suit stained, overall looking quite terrible. Who shows up to work like this? Did he wake up 30 minutes ago, recall he had an appointment, carolled his wife to watch the baby, drive here, show up late, do therapist things, and now present time? He can’t get away with that. What type of therapist dares think he can just do terrible things like this and get away with it?

“How I’m really feeling, is that really how you’d like to start this session Stor?” I asked, trying to verify. He had to be...joking. No way he’d start with a question like that, on a day like this, with everything being so out of order.  I crossed my legs at the end of my question, too, my eyes piercing his own. His head simply nodded, his dumpy brown hair wiggling with it. What an idiot. Who shows up to an appointment, as a professional no less, in a dirty suit, with dirty hair, with a...my eyes immediately fell to the floor to make observations. Dirt. Dirt was everything. Mud, water, you name it, it was on this god forsaken floor! I was so taken aback by the lateness I’d forgotten to do the usual floor check.  I was angry now, very angry, upset, glowing with  the light of fists pummeling at something. Anything. Who in the right mind would...would...would…

“Your office is dirty. You’re a mess. A total mistake to schedule this appointment for today, hope you know that. And I hope you know that you’re never going to get anywhere with a suit like that in an office like this. All of your clients are going to leave you thinking that it’s high time to schedule someone else, likely someone outside of this disgusting office in distraught conditions with nothing else to say than….’wow’. I had to hold my tongue to say that because I was just about to only say wow, not the game wow, but in awe wow. Wow that someone like yourself has decided that these conditions are optimal. And to think you have a speciality in cases like mine. I mean, really, who would trust you with anyone like me in your condition! You’re a mess, through and through. And the traffic on top of this on top of a bad breakfast on top of everything, you, you just make it worse,” I said, trying to keep my voice civil throughout. My eyes jumped from the floor to Stor. Stor looked...the usual. Calm to a tee, as if my words were swept under some sort rug. Swept somewhere that didn’t bother him like it should. His blue eyes flared at me, my body shivering a bit as it clung to the chair. What was he doing, moving so suddenly like that??

“Good to hear, being honest as usual. Good. But...one thing comes to mind. That purse of yours, its ripped, torn to near shreds, why keep it,” Thor says, his eyes beginning to tear away from that disgusting screen of his. And onto me...my perfect me. Why me? I bit my lip. Why did these things start getting so tense here? Was it just me or did things get about forty degrees hotter? I gripped at the hem of my dress, my lungs gasping for air. I need more air before I answer. How dare he just ask questions like that, on the fly, only fifteen minutes(five if you’re excluding the lateness like me) into an appointment?

My eyes began to drift around his office, covered with walls, no windows for any outside warnings or ability to escape besides the door. The walls feel really close out of no where...too close. Way too close. I clutched my bag with both hands. I squeezed my legs shut.

Again...another 40 minutes...again...of this.

Can I handle this?

Can I…

I’m not sure.