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So I went ahead and made the parody with Olive, so here's the lyrics changed to fit everyone's favorite veteran snarker!
I imagine this is Olive talking to Otto about everything that stresses her. (Hence "give it to your partner")
I'm calling this Under the Oddness, you'll see why
I'm your partner, I'm not nervous I'm as tough as the crust of the Earth is Got the gadgets, squishinated Trustworthy, you can see how my face is...*beat* I don't ask about the cases Precincts don't have additional aces "Whatever's the problem", won't rest 'til I solve 'em I take what I'm handed, I break what's demanded - but!
Under the surface, I feel stuck in a marathon runnin' forty-three full miles Under the surface, the Big O, was he ever like, "Yo, I don't want to take the files?" Under the surface, I know there's no freestyle if I don't pass the trials A flaw or a crack, the straw in the stack That breaks the camel's back, what breaks the camel's back? It's-
Oddness that'll drip, drip, drip and'll never stop, whoa Oddness that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, your partner's wiser Make her every single agent's advisor Who am I if we can't score the go-o-oal? Can't control, the-
Oddness like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa Oddness that'll a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, she's been here longer Always solving every oddity that crossed her Who am I if I can't carry it all? If I falter
Under the surface, I can't look back, but it jerks me, I worry the past is gonna hurt us Under the surface, the captain goes down, who's around to head without hassle? Under the surface, I think of the disasters, can we become forecasters? These things you've gotta face, the pieces out of place You try to stop the worsening, you're off in outer space
But wait, if I could shake the crushing weight of investigations Would that free some room up for fun, or relaxation, or taking time off? Just take your mind off of growing "oddstuff" Gets stranger, grows weirder 'Cause all we know is
Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, it doesn't hurt, and See if she can handle every spiraling burden Trapped, lost in a game of chess, yet doesn't guess *boom* no distress
Just oddness like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa Oddness like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, but don't surrender Face all our problems by sticking together Who are we - the team to always progress Don't yield, no mess No distress, we fight oddness!
#odd squad#odd squad pbs kids#encanto#surface pressure#olive#agent olive#olive odd squad#okay first of all every single person who was involved in writing this song in any way deserves a medal#the rhyme scheme is so complicated and I don't even think I got it right đ
#you can tell where i gave up :p#anyway sort of proud of myself for finishing this#oh and happy new year!
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A Crime of Passion
Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. ReaderÂ
Summary: When Beau Arlen decides to âmake it up to you,â heâs damn thorough.
AN: I couldn't help myself lol. I wrote this last night. Here's a quick little drabble for the Take Me Home series, set directly after A Good Man Is Hard to Find!
Based on this request from @jessicalynnann.
Word Count: 550
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Implied smut, fluff, and a murder (of sorts).
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You justâŚyou couldnât stop laughing.
âAll right, you done?â Beau asked.
You never thought youâd see this man blush so thoroughly. It made you laugh harder, though you tried to stifle it with your hands covering your face.
He had you laid out beside him, still skin against naked skin as the cool air began to dry your dewy bodies.
You were lying against him in an odd position, considering your bed now had a deep crack in the bedframe that ran all the way down the middle. It meant your legs were bent at an angle, almost like you were laying in a recliner seat.
You just couldnât believe it.
This man had really broken your bed.
In fact, he murdered it. Killed it dead. Though you supposed it was a crime of passion, in this case. (You held in a snort at the thought.)
There were even a couple of screws that had rolled across the tile floor.
âAgain, Iâm sorry, sweetheart. I promise Iâll pay for a new frame,â Beau said contritely.
The truth was, he was embarrassed beyond belief.
Another giggle escaped you, though you tried to soothe him by caressing his cheek.
âBaby, itâs okay. This thing was old. Iâm surprised it survived the move all the way from Chicago, honestly,â you said. The twinkle of mischief in your eyes made his face warm further.
âBut how damn lucky am I,â you added, your lips curving. âMy man quite literally shatters expectations when he makes love to me.â
And despite the unexpected cracking sound that had left you wide-eyed, it had been a spectacular finish. Even now, you were still tingling between your legs from how hard youâd come on his cock. (Twice.)
You slipped your bare leg between both of his and pressed a sweet kiss to his chest.
Beau fought it, but he had to smile at your words, and your affection. He sunk a hand into your tangled hair, first brushing his thumb against your cheek.
âYou sure youâre okay then?â he asked.
âIâm more than okay,â you said. He felt the shape of your smile against his skin. You pulled back to meet his eyes. âBetter the bed than my back, anyway. Jesus.â
Beau let out a sigh. Another giggle bubbled over and escaped you. You rubbed his arm.
âThink of it this way,â you said. âNow we can go pick out a new bed together.â
Beau tilted his head at that, and he nodded. A smile grew across his face.
âNow thereâs an idea,â he said. It was probably too soon for him to broach the topic of moving in with you, but this could be a good first step.
âRight?â you replied in excitement. But there was something else dancing in your eyes. âWeâll just have to make sure the frameâs reinforced with titanium or something, because goddamn.â
Beau couldnât help but laugh. He dropped his forehead against your shoulder while his own shook. You held him to you and didnât bother to try and hide your own amusement anymore.
One thing you knew for sure?
There was no way in hell youâd ever let him live this down.
And one thing he would never tell youâŚ
Beau Arlen was damn proud of himself.
AN: đ Well then. That was fun, and I hope you enjoy! â¤ď¸
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Hereâs a one-shot set a couple of months after this one. Itâs called S.I.N.G.:
Summary:Â Beau wishes youâd take this self-defense lesson a little more seriously.
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three sword style
Or, Lloyd and his evolving relationship with what it means to choose a weapon, as supervised by Kai. listen I know Wu technically gives them all their new weapons in season 11 according to some random book referenced in the ninjago wiki (or at least Lloydâs sword) but you know who ACTUALLY has a degree in making weapons and canonically has made a golden sword SO. My canon now. (also spot the brain rot I infected myself with in the title)Â
Lloyd grows up in a world of weaponry and at the speed of light.Â
There are worse ways to grow up, maybe. There are also better ones â one where kids get to grow up instead blasting into teenager-hood in the span of seconds â but Lloyd doesnât like to complain about where heâs ended up.Â
Second to the speed of light thing, though, the weapons part is pretty big.Â
Weapons determine the single biggest turning point in his life, after all. Itâs the Golden Weapons that make him the Green Ninja, a title thatâs a lot more important than Lloydâs ever been. Itâs also that particular title that makes Lloyd the weapon, so thatâs fun. Ninjagoâs prophesied emergency failsafe, the Green Ninja â thatâs him.Â
On a nicer note, itâs the Fangblade that gets him a big brother, and proves that thereâs someone out there who cares about Lloyd over some stupid weapon, so hah.Â
Getting back to the point, thoughâ
Weapons. Lloydâs been making do without one, and heâs been making pretty good do, thank you very much. Heâs got his power, and heâs got himself. Thatâs all the weapon Lloyd needs.Â
But no one else seems to agree, and since ninety percent of the time whatever prophecy-of-doom crops up this month involves cursed weaponry of some sort, they all figure itâs a good a reason as any to stick Lloyd with a reliable weapon.Â
And while wielding all the elements is one thing, wielding every kind of weapon at once would be kind of difficult, even for his dad.Â
So Lloyd finally gets an actual, for-real, decision that he gets to make all by himself.Â
Itâs a monumentous occasion â and yes, that is a word, Nya, Lloyd knows some stuff â so if Lloyd was smart heâd treasure it and take his time.Â
With that in mind, it takes all of thirty seconds for Lloyd to choose. This is only mildly insulting to some parties.Â
âFine, sure, go with the most basic pick in the world,â Jay scoffs. âSwords. Boring.â
âSounds like youâre just jealous,â Kai shoots back.
âJealous of swords? Please. I just thought Lloyd was a little more creative than that.â
âI like swords,â Lloyd says, at a loss.Â
âJay is only relieved that no one will one-up his nunchuck expertise, now,â Zane smiles.Â
Jay sputters indignantly. âNo oneâs one-upping me, Iâm the best there is!âÂ
âUh-huh,â Cole shakes his head. âWell, if thatâs what Lloyd wants, thatâs the end of it.â His mouth quirks. âMeans more training time for Kai, anyways.âÂ
âMore training to be better than you,â Kai retorts.Â
âLike the rest of you, Lloyd will continue to work toward mastering at least the basics of any weapon,â Sensei Wu sighs. âA ninja confined to one weapon aloneââ
âIs a dead ninja,â Jay nods.
Sensei Wu cuts his eyes at him. âThat is not how I was going to finish.â
âThe point stands though, right?â
âThe point,â Sensei Wu pinches the bridge of his nose. âIs that while Lloyd will continue to train with all of you, focusing on swordsmanship will become the priority. So yes, in a way. More training for Kai.â
Lloyd rubs the back of his neck. âSorryâŚ?â
âWhy are you sorry?â Kai beams, more proud than smug. âI finally get an official katana apprentice. Weâre gonna be awesome.â
And that alone, Lloyd thinks, makes it worth all the complaining.Â
âGreat,â Jay throws his arms up. âNow weâre stuck with two slice âem dice âem ninjas.â
âOh, câmon,â Cole says. âItâs Kai, how dangerous can he be.â
âI resent that,â Kai says. âJust because you beat me once or twiceââ
âTry thirteen times, and counting.â
ââit does not mean Iâm not as dangerous as you,â Kai narrows his eyes.Â
âOh yeah? Wanna prove it?â
âBring it on, rock man.â
âNot in the kitchen, for FSMâs sakeââ
Whether or not Cole beats him (which he does, pretty badly, because Cole is kinda terrifying like that) Lloyd knows that to some degree, Kai is dangerous. Very dangerous, with or without his swords.
Itâs hard to think of Kai like that, though. When Lloyd thinks of Kai, he thinks of warm arms wrapped tight around him in the Fire Temple. Thinks of the first hugs heâs gotten from someone other than his father that felt like home. Thinks of protection â thinks safe. Thinks family.Â
Heâs wanted to be like Kai for a while, now. So yeah. Itâs an easy choice.Â
Plus, swords are way cool.
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Kai starts training him in Darethâs dojo. It takes about a week for them to get banished to the roof of their apartment, which is mostly Lloydâs fault â but Kaiâs the one supposed to be teaching him, so he can take the blame this time.Â
âŚwell, maybe Lloydâs the one who keeps losing his grip on the katana, but thatâs not quite his fault, either. Â
Kai is better than basically any swordsman on this side of Ninjago in years, if not all Ninjago. Lloyd knows this because Uncle Wu told him so, and because Kai wipes the floor with him the first, second, and twenty-ninth time they spar.
âThe point is to keep your grip on the katana, you know,â Kai says, as Lloyd retrieves his sword from where it went flying (again). âWhat kind of hold it that supposed to be, butterfingers deluxe?â
âYou said not to grip it too tight,â Lloyd complains.Â
Kai rolls his eyes. âYeah, âcause you had it in a death hold. I didnât say, âlet go and let it flyâ.â
âI didnât let it fly, you knocked it out of my hand!â
âAha, so youâre admitting I won. Again.â
âN-no!â Lloyd protests. âIâm just warming up. Iâll show you this time.âÂ
But as Kai takes his stance again, his own katana held with a kind of grace Lloyd has zero idea how to ever accomplish, Lloyd thinks he might be a bit of a lost cause.Â
Itâs difficult, because every time he goes to swing his sword, his power thrums in his blood, in his hands, always ready to lash out. Itâs quickly become a habit, to start every fight slinging green blasts around. Lloydâs already grown fond of the little bell-like sounds his power makes, the steady pulse as bright green builds in his palms.Â
Lloyd is the Green Ninja, after all. His power is what makes him, well, him. Heâs his own best weapon â heâs the one the prophecy needs to make things right.
Kai keeps putting weapons in his hands, anyways.Â
Training katanas, mostly. He got to hold the Sword of Fire once, before his dad took it. It was beautiful â Lloyd kinda gets why Kaiâs so up in arms about it getting stolen.
That and the whole donât-give-Garmadon-the-Golden-Weapons thing.
Kai seems confused that Lloyd remembers it, which is weird because the Golden Weapons are kind of a big deal, but Lloyd decides to chalk it up to all the other weirdness in his life.Â
The first true katana Kai ever gives Lloyd isâŚnot quite as cool as the Sword of Fire, and definitely not as beautiful, but in a way that Lloyd likes.Â
âWeâre kinda short on weapons,â Kai admits, rubbing the back of his neck. âAnd I donât exactly have access to smithing equipment right now, which means youâre stuck with one of my old ones. Sorry.â
âWhy are you sorry?â Lloyd adjusts his hands around the hilt, taking an experimental swing. âThis is a great sword!â
âYeah, okay, liar â and donât swing it around like that, you look like youâre waving a pool noodle.âÂ
Kai grabs his hands, forcing Lloydâs arms to hold steady.
âLike this, okay?â Kai says. âWeâre gonna start by practicing single movements.âÂ
âAw,â Lloyd visibly wilts. âMore katas? I thought I was gonna get to learn some cool moves.â
âThis is a cool move. If youâre good, you finish things in one hit,â Kai says. âOne strike, and the fightâs over.â
âLike a headshot,â Lloyd nods.
âNo,â Kai rolls his eyes. âThis is not a video game. This is a real sword, and youâre going to learn to use it right.â
âAnd then we can do the cool moves?â
Kai narrows his eyes. âDo your katas or Iâm firing you.â
Lloyd sticks his tongue out at him. âYou canât fire me. Iâm the Green Ninja.â
âYeah? Iâll demote you to Green Washer-of-Dishes for the rest of the month.â
âNo! You canât, Nya and I have a deal!âÂ
Jokes aside, Lloyd is sure to remind Kai, as he scrubs dishes and Kai dries them, that he does take training seriously.
He takes all his training seriously. Itâs kind of his only job.Â
Lloyd practices hits until his knuckles split and scab, masters high kicks with shins colored violent blues and purples, forms green starbursts in his hands until his fingers crack and bleed.Â
When his palms blister from the sword hilt on top of it all, Kai makes him hold still until heâs wrapped the first-aid bandage around his hands at least five times, then shoves his old gloves on him when he starts to form calluses.
He wants to argue that he doesnât need them, but Lloyd still wears the gloves everyday and tucks them away each night, storing them with the other few, treasured things heâs been gifted.
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The longer he trains with swords, the more Lloyd gains calluses and nicked fingers and perpetually smells a little like cloves.Â
That last part Lloyd enjoys, though heâll never admit it. Heâs not about to go and tell people he enjoys cleaning stuff, no thanks.Â
But thereâs something nice about helping Kai take care of the katanas, in a relaxing sort of way. The wood-smoke tang of cloves smells like home, which Lloyd treasures, because home isnât something heâs very used to.Â
Treasures is probably an understatement. Lloyd latches onto it like heâs starving. Part of itâs because this is something he gets to have with Kai, all by himself. Heâs never had something like that before, either â a special thing thatâs shared just with him.Â
Well, maybe besides the green gi, but the Green Ninja is something that belongs to everyone. Whatever Lloyd does when he puts the green gi on is everyoneâs business, since it determines the fate of the world or something like that, and it doesnât really even feel like his. Not yet, at least.Â
But sitting cross-legged in the weapons room while Kai teaches him how to clean katanas without damaging them â that belongs to Lloyd.Â
He learns a lot with it too, because Kai always starts rambling about ten minutes in â not the confident, cocky way he does sometimes in front of everyone else, but in an honest way that Lloyd isnât entirely sure he even means to be.Â
âânot the best oil, but it works when youâre in a pinch. Sâwhat my parents left behind, at the shop, so itâs good enough.â
Lloyd looks up at him, curious. He keeps quiet â Kai and Nya donât talk much about their parents, if at all. Lloyd gets it, of course, but it makes the little tidbits they share valuable.Â
âI donât remember a lot about my parents,â Kai continues. âBut I remember some things. About my dad. He was a great smith, I know that much. Could make about anything. Swords were his favorite, though.âÂ
Uncle Wuâs candlelight casts Kaiâs eyes with a glow that makes it seem like heâs on fire himself, flickering and fading. He looks very far away, all of the sudden, and Lloyd has the urge to grab for his arm and make him stay here.Â
âGuess I latched onto that,â Kai smiles ruefully, and heâs back again. âNever could reach his level, but I learned how to make an okay sword.â
Lloyd chews on his lip. He knows all about latching on to your parents â wanting to be great at the things they are.
That maybe, if youâre good enough, theyâll be proud enough to come back.Â
He doesnât think thatâs a happy thing to say, though, so he tells Kai instead, âI think your swords are great.â
Kaiâs lips quirk. âUh-huh. Then you better treat them like it.â
âI do,â Lloyd protests. He gestures at the katana across his lap. âSee? I did it perfect this time.â
Kai nods his head at a spot Lloyd noticeably missed. He flushes.
âAlmost perfect.â
âPractice, young student,â Kai says, in a gravely voice thatâs probably supposed to sound like Uncle Wu. âA thousand hours of practice for you.â
âUgh,â Lloyd groans. âAll I do is practice. Practice practice practice, and then Iâm still not enouââ
He cuts off. Oops. Maybe Kaiâs honestly is a little too contagious.Â
Kai goes quiet, hands stilling on the katana. Thereâs a deep furrow between his eyes as he stares at Lloyd, in a way that makes him feel a little like a bug under a microscope. Or that Kai can see right through him, which is bad, because all Lloydâs got in him is a bunch of tangled thoughts and worries and nothing an actual ninja should have.Â
âYou know,â he says, carefully. âWe probably need to stock up on the good oil. Iâm kinda running low.â
Lloyd knows darn well Kai has enough choji oil to get them through an apocalypse.Â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â Kai nods. âIf we go now, we can probably hit the convenience store, too. Get a sugar boost beforeââ
âIâm in!â Lloyd shoots to his feet before he can stop himself, any protests forgotten. Training has included a healthy diet lately, so Lloyd doesnât collapse and pass out because his bloodâs eighty percent sugar â Zaneâs words, not his.Â
If he needs to get his blood sugar up, why canât he just eat sugar all the time? It makes no sense.Â
âDo not tell the others,â Kai hisses, as they make their way into the city. âEspecially Cole, if you donât wanna lose your sweets before you can take a bite. Weâre just getting polish for katanas, as far as you know.â
âI know nothing,â Lloyd says obediently. âHey, do you think we could use olive oil on the katanas?â
Kaiâs stare could heat iron. âIâll kill you.âÂ
âIt was a joke! A joke, heh.â
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For all that Lloydâs life revolves around training to defeat anyone and everyone, the guys are still weirdly protective. Over anyone and everyone, including Lloyd himself.Â
âCâmon, I can handle the cool attacks,â Lloyd complains, as Kai drags him into place.
âTheyâre not cool â okay, theyâre kinda cool â but thatâs not what weâre learning now,â Kai sighs. âYouâre learning Aikido. Well, a form of it, technically. Itâs focused on defending yourself, but in a way that lessens the chances of injuring your attacker.â Â
Lloyd frowns. âIsnât that counterintoo â counterintuitive?â
âBig words today,â Kai mutters. He shakes his head. âAnd itâs counterproductive, by the way, but â no, because now that weâre training, half your attackers are us, and Iâd like to leave practice with my arms intact.â
Lloyd grins. âSo youâre admitting Iâm better than you.âÂ
âDonât put words in my mouth,â Kai says pointedly.
âDonât need to. Youâve already admitted defeat.â
âAnd, bratââ Lloyd yelps as Kai digs his knuckles into his hair. âDefending yourself is incredibly important.â
As they settle back into position, Kai pauses, a muscle in his jaw working. He looks as if heâs having an internal argument with himself, before finally sighing.Â
âThe thing about any weapon, but especially swords,â he says, correcting Lloydâs grip on the katana. âIs that they can be used a lot of ways. But the one thing you never, ever want to forgetââ
And Kaiâs tone grows serious, his jaw tensing again. âIs that they can kill.â
Lloyd looks down, to the sharp edges of the blade. It suddenly feels a bit heavier, and the room just a bit darker.Â
âThe way weâre training you, the way we were trained, we donât always â we try to avoid it.â Kaiâs voice wavers, and for a moment, Lloyd remembers that Kai isnât all that much older than he is.Â
Well, now, especially.Â
âBut sometimes, itâsâŚyou donât reallyâŚwell.â He lets out a breath. âThis is a sword. It can take a life really quick, if you arenât careful. And sometimes, you donât get the choice to be careful or not.â
Lloyd swallows. He hasnât thought about it much â hasnât wanted to, but it lives in his mind like a terrible itch he canât get rid of.Â
Heâs no stranger to the idea of killing someone. Darkleyâs was blunt as it was cold. But as a ninja, itâs suddenly realer than it ever was in school.Â
As the Green Ninja, with his destiny drawn out in front of him, itâs pretty much unavoidable.Â
Heâs going to kill his father, or heâs going to die.Â
Kaiâs hands grab tight around his shoulders. âWeâre gonna do everything we can to make sure you donât end up in that situation, okay?â He gives Lloyd a small, strained smile. âDonât ever feel like you have to change who you are, just âcause youâre a ninja now.â
How do you know who I am, Lloyd wants to ask. How do you know Iâm not a murderer? How do you know Iâm not awful?Â
Kaiâs eyes are impossibly kind and far, far too knowing.Â
âBut,â and his tone grows serious again. âIf itâs your life or theirs.âÂ
Lloyd feels a bit like the oxygenâs been sucked out of the room.Â
âPromise me. You have to promise â you will always, always choose your own.âÂ
Lloyd stares back. Kai gives him a little shake.
âYou promise me?â
Finally, as if moved by puppet strings, Lloyd nods.Â
âI promise,â he rasps.Â
Kai looks relieved, but itâs not quite in a happy way. âAs long as you come back alive, thatâs what matters. I donât care what else happens â you come back alive, and weâre good.âÂ
âOkay,â Lloyd says. His eyes feel wet. Itâs strange, someone caring so much about something like that. Â
âWhich is why,â Kai says, finally stepping back as his tone lightens. âYouâre gonna nail that block this time. Or Iâm making you polish every weapon in the dojo again.â
âOh, no,â Lloyd stares at him in horror. âIâve been practicing that stupid move for hours!â
âAnd youâll be cleaning weapons for hours if you donât get it.âÂ
âYou suck,â Lloyd grumbles. âWorst teacher of all time.âÂ
âUh-huh,â Kai claps him on the back, and Lloyd lets out his own sigh of relief at the lightened atmosphere. âYouâre the one that picked swords, buddy.â
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Kaiâs a hypocrite, though, and Lloyd could hate him for it, because as they slide down the snowy mountain-side, Lloydâs body clashing against his family in ways heâd never, ever let it if he had control, he has to watch as Kai â again â chooses a life other than his own.Â
Because Kai doesnât have the experience Morro does, but heâs better with a sword, heâs better than anyone Lloyd knows, and he loses. And Lloydâs arm drags the Sword of Sanctuary up and Kai is a stupid, stupid, stupid hypocriteâ
Lloydâs angry enough that tearing control back from Morro is easy.Â
He knows a thing or two about swords himself, and Morroâs holding it wrong, anyways.Â
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Training had already taken a hit after they lose Zane, for obvious reasons. Everything had taken a hit after they lost Zane, and between the tournament and Morro and everything else Lloydâs pointedly ignoring, itâs suddenly been ages since heâs had a proper sword lesson.Â
Kai decides to make up for it by finally teaching him the fun stuff.Â
âDonât â call it that in front of Cole,â Kai grunts over the loud screech of metal on metal. His knee bends, just the slightest tellâ
Lloyd falls back, dancing away from Kaiâs returning strike. He knows now, just how dangerous Kai can be â heâd like to forget it, but itâd be doing him a disservice.Â
Besides, Lloydâs had his body dragged left and right over Ninjago, used as the worst kind of weapon to hurt the people he loves, and they still trust him. Being on the dangerous end of Chenâs stupid staff is nothing to being on the dangerous end of a katana Kaiâs made himself, and Lloydâs determined to hold onto the faith heâs had since that day in the volcano.Â
Kai wonât hurt him.Â
Heâll kick his ass in training, though, so Lloyd had better get back with the show.Â
He retaliates with a feint to the right â too obvious for Kai, but enough to steal his attention for Lloyd to land a high kick to his side.
âWatch that,â Kai scolds, forced two steps backs.Â
âWhy?â Lloyd grins over the edge of Kaiâs blade as he catches his blow dead-on. âScared Iâm gonna beat you too soon?â
Kai snorts. âYou arenât beating me at all, shortstackââ
âNot shortââ
âAnd,â Kaiâs katana moves so fast Lloyd barely manages to dodge, rolling into a somersault before surging back up to meet his backstrike. âYouâre advertising your weak point.â
Lloyd frowns. âSânot a weak point.â
Kaiâs katana flashes â Lloyd moves right just before he realizes itâs a feint, cursing himself â then the hilt of his katana is smacking hard against a bone in his right ankle.Â
Thereâs a hot flash of pain as his body completely betrays him, his ankle buckling and sending him stumbling with a yelp.
Kaiâs expression isnât gloating, at least. On the downside, he has that sad kind of look that usually means heâs feeling guilty.Â
âItâs not usually that bad,â he tries, even as his cheeks flare hot.Â
âIt doesnât matter,â Kai shakes his head. âYou need to protect that. Make sure no one knows itâs a weak point but you. Putting it in reach of your opponent is a bad way to do that.âÂ
Lloyd grits his teeth, but he knows Kaiâs right. Heâll never regret pushing himself the way he did, clambering up the tower steps on a broken ankle. The fate of Ninjago was a lot heavier on his shoulders than any thoughts of consequences.Â
It still sucks, that itâll never heal quite right.Â
But it isnât like heâs the only one with an old wound turned weak spot, he reminds himself, as he wraps his aching ankle once again. Jayâs got zig-zagging lightning scars all down his arms that ache during heavy rain. Nya can only rotate her arm so far before her shoulder goes numb, a souvenir from a broken arm. Coleâs the worst, maybe, with how heâs strained himself lifting impossibly heavy weights, fractured fingers and broken bones that throb in the cold.Â
Kaiâs got his own share of weaknesses, though he works hard to hide them. Lloydâs managed to pick out most â some of them heâs helped treat himself.
He doesnât like to think about those times, though.
âSo Iâve got an idea for a move,â Kai grins at him, once Lloydâs ankle is stable. âItâs gonna take some timing, but since I donât have a weak spot there â youâre gonna run and launch.â
Lloyd tilts his head. âLaunch off your right ankle?â
âNo,â Kai rolls his eyes. âIâm gonna go down for a handspring. When my legs are low, youâre gonna jump on, so when I shoot upââ
âOoh, I go flying,â Lloyd concludes.Â
âExactly.âÂ
âLetâs do it! Iâm gonna look so coolââ
âOkay, but weâre gonna look stupid as it gets if we donât get the â timing, timing!âÂ
It takes about five tries to get it right. Thatâs all they agree on admitting to â the less said about the forgotten sixth and seventh tries, the better.Â
But on try eight, Lloyd finally feels his left and right foot connect with Kaiâs just as he hits the lowest point of the handspring â and this time, he remembers to bend his own knees and launch up, and with a sudden weightlessness, heâs flying.Â
âSlash, slash, donât forget to slash!â
 Years of training are the only reason Lloydâs able to get his arms to obey him fast enough, the wind-up pulling on his shoulders before he sweeps the katana down, slashing outâ
âYes!â Kaiâs cheer abruptly turns to a yelp as he loses his balance, crumpling to the floor. Lloydâs already sprawled across the training mats, since landing was a whole lot harder than heâd planned for â but the training dummy is cut in half. One perfect hit.Â
âNow, if we can just manage that in an actual fight, weâll look awesome,â Kai grins.
Lloyd glances at him. âAre you gonna fall flat on your face then, too?â
Red stains his cheeks. âNo,â Kai sputters. âThat was â you didnât see that.â
âUh-huh,â Lloyd snorts. He tilts his head, considering the unfortunate training dummy. âYâknow, I bet I can manage a flip in there,â he mutters.Â
Kai shrugs. âYeah, probably.â He lips quirk up. âItâd look pretty cool. Yâknow what, letâs go for it. I wanna see the look on Jayâs face when you flip down on him during sparring.â
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It takes Kai all of ten minutes into the next fight to start regretting that one.Â
âGot a runner!â Jay calls, as one of the thugs theyâve been rounding up breaks loose from where Zaneâs kindly explaining the terms of surrender and Coleâs standing with his lava punch ready to show them what happens if they donât agree.Â
âI got âim!â Lloyd calls, darting after the masked man.Â
He tugs his katana free from its sheathe, mind already racing. The time spent on his own, guarding his own back, gave Lloyd the rare opportunity to learn things in ways the guys probably wouldâve had his head for.
With the lessons Kaiâs drilled into him, the steady form of swordsmanship driven into his nerves, Lloydâs found a creativity in tweaking things to match his style.Â
So when the thug sprints past a number of abandoned boxes, scrabbling as he narrowly avoids stumbling on the concrete, Lloydâs already got the perfect move in mind.Â
Step, step, jump â tuck in tight, so thereâs enough momentum to rotate at least twice â and bam, itâs like a wind-up toy. The more spins he gets in, the harder his landing is, disarming the guy with a perfect slash while kicking his teeth in.Â
Neat and effective, in Lloydâs opinion.
Sadly, his opinion is not shared.Â
Kai sputters. âWhat was that?â
âCool as heck, thatâs what it was,â Lloyd grins.Â
Kai is supremely unimpressed. âWhat did I say about wasting movements?â
Lloyd shuffles. âDonâtâŚdo it?â
âThen why, exactly, did you feel the need to flip three â not one but three â times before striking?â
âBecause,â Lloyd says. âIt was cool. As heck.â
Kai pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Lloyd valiantly bites back any comments about him taking after Sensei Wu.Â
âThereâs a difference between adding your own flare,â he finally says. âAnd squandering your energy like a spinning top.â
âSquandering â spinning topââ Lloyd sputters. âHey, I got the guy just fine, didnât I? I didnât squander anything.â
âAnd whatâre you gonna do if someone wises up and snipes you mid-flip?â
âWhoâs gonna snipe me, there are no snipers around, dummyââ
âThere could be, hypothetically!â
âHypothetically, please. Youâre just jealous âcause you can only do two flipsââ
âI can do sixteen if I want, Iâm just smarterââ
Despite his arguments, Lloyd does resolve to try for restraint. Unfortunately, Lloydâs also got the memory of a goldfish, so Kai should really know better.Â
He just canât help it. The next time they clash with a run-of-the-mill villain whoâs stealing secret plans for bombs or whatever ridiculous thing it is that week, Lloyd finds himself on one building with the criminal on the next.Â
The solution is obvious. Kai doesnât agree.Â
âFIVE FLIPS?! THAT WAS A THREE-FOOT DISTANCE!â
Lloyd carefully places the now-unconscious criminal on the rooftop, stands back up, and wisely back-flips the heck outta there.Â
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As his sword movements grow more complicated and the green power take a near-constant presence in his veins, the gentle pulse of energy as familiar as a friend, Lloyd grows stronger, too.
This kickstarts an entirely new problem, because Lloyd canât go five steps without ruining something, it seems.Â
In his defense, he doesnât start breaking swords at a criminal rate until after Morro, so Lloydâs gonna blame it all on him.
He stares blankly at the katana in his hands â or the remains of it, to be exact. Half the blade is somewhere across the street, where it went skidding after Lloydâs final hit snapped it clean in two.Â
Kai stares just as blankly when Lloyd wordlessly offers the pieces up.Â
âOkay,â he finally says. âMaybe I went wrong with the balance, or something? This was probably just a fluke.â
He turns it over, frowning. âWouldnât hurt to reinforce the next one, I guessâŚâ
Reinforcements or not, it takes the third shattered sword for Kai to wise on.Â
âIâm so sorry,â Lloyd warbles tearfully, the remains of Kaiâs careful metalwork cradled in his arms. âI donât know what happened, I was just swinging it, and it went â it wentââ
âIt went in six different directions, apparently,â Kai mutters.Â
Lloyd slumps. âIt was only four this time,â he mutters.Â
âI guess this is what we get for training you as well as we did,â Kai says. âCole and his super strength, Iâll never be free of it.â
âDidnât he beat you by tripping you flat on your face?â
âI donât wanna hear it from you, oh cruel destroyer of my swords,â Kai scowls.Â
âI didnât mean to!â Lloyd protests. âI tried really hard this time, but the last guy had this giant bat, and I thought I could cut it in half, but I swung so hard I screwed up my strike and wentâŚin sixâŚdifferent directionsâŚâ
Kai scrubs a hand over his face. He glances at Lloyd, eyes searching.Â
âBut you beat him?â
âDuh,â Lloyd says. The faith people have in him.
âAnd you didnât get hit yourself?â
Lloyd shakes his head. âNot a scratch.â Itâs not even a lie this time.
âThen I guess it was a noble sacrifice,â Kai sighs. âI can live with that.â
The katanaâs sad remnants join the equally sad â and steadily growing â pile of scrap metal made by Lloydâs awful sword skills. They have a pretty fun time melting it all down though, watching the metal bubble as Kai starts drafting the next run of layered steel heâll shape into a katana.Â
âIâm gonna be a master katana maker at this rate,â he huffs, wiping at his forehead. Lloyd, whoâs hanging over the forge to watch the different colors the liquid metal makes, taps lazily at his knee with his foot. The forge flares brighter as Kaiâs fire does, and he mumbles a distracted thanks.Â
âA master hothead,â Lloyd says. Kai rolls his eyes. âIf I ever figure out how to be a master swordsman, maybe you can take a break and figure out how to make other weapons.â
âHey, Iâm great at making other weapons.â
âYeah, like âblock of metalâ and âtriangle of metalâ and âweird rectangle of metalâ, andââ
âYouâre gonna get a stick for next battle if you keep that up,â Kai growls, but his lips are twitching.
âHypotenuse of metal,â Lloyd whispers.
âThe heck, thatâs not even a shapeââÂ
The forge grows steadily hotter as Kai works, bright sparks popping and steam hissing up in little curling wisps. It doesnât bother Lloyd too much â ever since that day in the volcano, the press of heat is more like a second skin. Heâs nowhere near as durable as Kai, of course, who could probably hop in the forge and come out with only a sunburn, but itâs enough to feel cozy instead of sweaty and dizzy.Â
âYâknow, you donât have to use a sword,â Kai says hesitantly, as he inspects a hammer. âThere are a lot of other weapons that would fit your style. If you ever wanna try out a spear like Nya, that might suit you pretty well.â
âNo!â Lloyd says sharply. Biting his tongue, he amends, âIâve already been training with swords for forever. I donât wanna change my whole style for something else.â
Kai eyes him shrewdly, but his lips finally twitch up in amusement. âIf you say so,â he says. âBut I swear, break my sword again and you will get a stick for your next weapon. Or chopsticks. A butter knifeââ
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Lloyd gets a new sword, of course. And another one. He might grouse and complain, but Kai doesnât truly get angry about the swords. He does, however, get very angry over Lloydâs total idiocy with what happens to said shattered swords.Â
His first mistake is the usual one â Lloyd swings a bit too hard at a sloppy angle and thereâs a high-pitched screech as the sword dies a sad death, splitting in two.Â
Lloyd stares blankly at the now much-shorter katana in his hands, which is his second mistake. The delay costs him, and he scrambles to duck the thiefâs vicious punch, their own sword having been knocked away in the scuffle. Their boot comes up, swinging for his head, and Lloyd springs back, landing palms-first on the floor and launching himself out of range.Â
He also, unthinking, drops the broken katana â mistake number three.Â
His fourth mistake is the worst one possible, because Lloyd brings his hand up to block what heâs sure will be another punch, only to get slashed by the jagged end of the katana he just dropped.
A sharp, burning pain explodes across his hand, and Lloyd stifles a shriek.Â
Stupid, stupid, stupid move.Â
The thief comes in for round two, Lloydâs own snapped katana glinting in the fluorescent building lights, and Lloyd freezes. It occurs to him that he should probably just go ahead and hit the thief with an burst of green, but thatâs also when Kai mows them down with a viciousness that reminds Lloyd â Kai always goes easy on him in training.Â
âI had him handled,â he still protests, after the thiefâs been hauled off to prison (or the hospital, possibly).
Kai ignores him, sheathing his katana and storming his way.Â
He grabs Lloydâs hand before he can protest, pulling back the torn fabric of his glove and slapping his own hood against the gash on his hand to stem the bleeding.Â
âWhat did I say,â Kai says angrily.Â
Lloyd flinches at the stinging pain in his hand, and tries to glare back.Â
Kaiâs having none of it. âYour sword is supposed to take the hits,â he snaps. âNot you!âÂ
âIt did take the hit,â Lloyd finally throws back. âI just broke it, and â I was fine!â
âYou handâs bleeding all over my hood, that is not fine!â
âThen take your hood off and it wonât get blood on it!â
âMy hood isnât what Iâm worried about!â
By the time Zaneâs stitched Lloydâs hand up, wincing barely kept at a minimum, Kaiâs cooled down.
Somewhat.Â
âIt was an accident, okay?â Lloyd says, for the billionth time. âI didnât realize he had a weapon. I wasnât trying to sacrifice my hand, or whatever.â
âOh yeah? âCause that sounds a lot like something youâd do.â
âComing from you, thatâs somewhat hypocritical,â Zane murmurs.Â
Lloyd snickers. Kai turns to Zane in utter betrayal.Â
Of course, this means that Lloydâs next lesson is how to treat sword wounds in emergency situations, in painstaking and excruciating detail. His hand stings every time he grasps the katana handle for solid week, though, so Lloyd takes equally careful notes.
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Lloyd goes and breaks another three katanas after that. At this point, he kinda thinks Kai should just give up and let him go into battle weapon-less again. You donât need weapons to do Spinjitzu. The green power wonât break, and Lloyd certainly wonât split into six pieces.
(He hopes.)
Kai keeps putting swords in his hands anyways.Â
Lloyd could always just say no â heâs supposed to be leader or something, he can make his own decisions.
But he thinks of sparring sessions and smelling like cloves every other evening, thinks of the tiny dragons Kai still takes the time to carve into his katana handles, and throwing all that away would feel as great as sawing off his own arm.Â
So he picks the katana up, does his stupid katas, and promises to do better this time.
That doesnât magically fix things, of course.Â
âHow,â Kai says blankly, staring at the katana that now lies in a record eight pieces.Â
âUm.â Lloyd twists his fingers together. âI definitely didnât use it to prop open a door like you said never to do.â
Kai gives him a smile that shows exactly all of his teeth.Â
âYou have five seconds to run.â
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All that training on treating sword wounds pays off. Possibly more than learning how to fight with a sword in the first place, when Kai drops in the middle of battle with a wicked slash across his lower thigh.Â
âOf all the â stupid, embarrassingââ
âShut up,â Lloyd says tightly. Heâs already focusing half his energy on not throwing up at the amount of blood soaking between his fingers where theyâre pressed tightly over Kaiâs leg. âStop moving, I gotta see if it â if it hit an artery.â
âIt better not have,â Kai pants, wincing as Lloyd presses down harder. âIf it hit an artery Iâm screwed.â
âShut up.âÂ
Lloydâs heartbeat is a thunderstorm in his ears, panic welling up in his throat as Kaiâs blood swims in his vision.Â
âHey, hey,â Kaiâs hand falters, then clasps Lloydâs own. âMâgonna be fine. Takes a lot more than a stupid leg wound to take me out.âÂ
âThatâd be so lame,â Lloyd breathes, somewhat hysterically. Heâs torn his own belt off for a tourniquet, which is step one, he thinks â hood can go around the actual wound, and if he steals Kaiâs belt, then he can double reinforce itâÂ
âI can always cauterize,â Kai says shakily, sounding like heâd rather do anything else in the world. âItâll be â move!â
Lloyd manages to roll them both out of the way as the assassin who nailed Kai comes in to finish the job, sword scraping sparks across the rooftop. Lloyd flashes a furious glare over his shoulder, mind racing as he holds himself in front of Kai.Â
âHere.â The familiar hilt of Kaiâs katana slaps against Lloydâs open hand â the other is quick to follow suit. âRemember, double wielding â better for defense.â
Lloyd nods on instinct. He adjusts his grip on both swords, the blood on his fingers making the hilts tacky and sticky. Itâs going to be a pain to clean later, a vague part of his mind notes.Â
Of course Lloyd remembers dual wielding. It is better for defending, but you lose power on striking and reach â he can deal with that. Kai does.Â
And itâs exactly what he needs, right now. The assassin wonât even get close to Kai.
One spin, then another. The katanasâ weight is familiar, balanced in the slightly-weird way Lloyd likes best, the way Kai makes all his swords. He finds his footing, finds the stance, and moves.
When Kai fights, he fights like the first flash of flame from a match strike â quick and bursting, fast enough it all but blinds the enemy.Â
When Lloyd fights, it feels like dancing â slower to start, picking steps deliberately, building to that bursting strike faster and faster.Â
It only takes one strike, after all. And Lloydâs got two swords.Â
Silver flashes across the rooftop, a piercing screech as one of his katana meets the assassinâs broader blade, forcing it backâ
The assassin drops with a cry before falling silent, the shattered pieces of a katana scattered around him.Â
âSaw thatâŚone coming,â Kai moans.Â
Still breathing heavily, Lloyd tries not to cringe.
âIâm so sorry,â he repeats, after Kaiâs securely in a hospital bed and enduring Nyaâs forty-five minute lecture about the many ways your arteries can kill you.Â
Kai waves his hand, slightly cross-eyed and loopy from medication. âYâknow what? I wanted a new sword anyways. You saved me, soâŚskip the lecture and weâll call it square?â
Lloyd lets a small smirk crawl up his face.Â
âYou know, I feel like thereâs something very important you should keep in mind, about your weapons taking the hit, instead of youââÂ
âWhen I get out of here, youâre toast.â
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âI think I know where Iâm going wrong,â Kai says.Â
Heâs spent the weekend with his father, the two of them either shut up in the forge or buzzing and forth about blacksmithing. It leaves Lloyd feeling a little weird â some mix between happy for Kai and achingly jealous, which then leaves him mostly just sad, which sucks. Lloyd sucks â itâs terrible to feel that way. Everyone was happy when Lloyd got both his parents back after that first battle, and even if heâs lost that â the least he can do is be happy for Kai and Nya.Â
It ends up working out pretty great in the end, because Kai looks a little like heâs unraveled the mysteries of the universe right now.Â
Half his right eyebrow is also scorched off, but Lloyd decides not to mention it for now. Itâll be funny to see the look on his face, when he notices.Â
âI was talking with my dad, whoâs got a lot more experience with this stuff, and he suggested something,â Kai continues. He fiddles with whatever heâs got hidden behind his back, and Lloyd has to stifle the urge to dart around him and see.Â
âNo more katana,â Kai says. âYouâre good with âem, but I think we need a change-up.â
âYou mean good at breaking them,â Lloyd mutters.
âIf the sword breaks on you, itâs my fault,â Kai says. âIâm not exactly the worldâs best blacksmith. Yâknow, you should really think about getting someone else toââ
âNo.â Lloyd bites his tongue immediately, aware of how bratty he sounds.Â
And selfish. Itâs not like Kai has tons of time to just make Lloyd swords all the time.Â
As if reading his thoughts, Kai scuffs his hair. âStop that. I like making swords.â The small edge of a smile pulls at his lips. âI worked pretty hard to become a blacksmith. So it feels kinda good, that someone appreciates the work for once.â
He shakes his head. âAnyways! Meet your new battle buddy. This is called a dao sword.âÂ
Lloyd stares at the curved, silvery blade Kaiâs handed to him. Itâs thicker than the katana heâs used to, the blade growing broader at the end before tapering off.Â
âHistorically, itâs better suited for quick slashing, but itâs fairly versatile,â Kai continues.Â
Lloyd carefully lifts the sword, his eyes widening just a bit.Â
âAnd heavier,â Kai grins. âWhich means itâs gonna be at least a little more difficult for you to shatter.â
His hands fit easily around the handle â thereâs plenty of room for a two-handed grip, and enough balance if he wants to switch back to one.Â
âThe guardâs a bit better with protection, and itâs got this tassel here you can wrap around your hand â yeah, like that â to help keep it steady. Or just look fancy.â
Stepping back, Lloyd adjust his hold. Normally heâd do something silly, or needlessly complicated, just to make Kai roll his eyes, but something about this one feels heavier â he doesnât want to mess it up. He takes a single, experimental swing instead.Â
âOh,â Lloyd blinks. âItâs sharp.â
âIâd hope so. What do you think I am, a half-rate blacksmith â donât answer that, by the way.â
Lloyd simply grins, taking a few more swings. It is heavier than the katana heâs used to, broader and chunkier â but it feels at home in his hands.Â
âItâs incredible,â Lloyd says, turning back to Kai. âThank you.â
Kai colors, just a bit. âYou donât have to lie.â
âIâm not lying! I love it. Itâs perfect.â
âWell, as long as it holds up, thatâs good enough for me,â Kai says, rubbing the back of his head. âWanna give it a test drive?â
âYeah,â Lloyd says. âI bet I can do even more flips with it.â
âAnd stab yourself in the leg in the process, but sure, go ahead, squander my giftââ
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Lloydâs careful, more so than ever, with the dao sword. When they all split across Ninjago, Lloyd clings to the piece of his family and tries to remember Kaiâs instructions, making sure his hands are firmly wrapped and his right ankle always stays low.Â
So when it breaks on the river with Harumi, Lloyd wants to cry.
He wants to cry for a lot of other reasons, but it still hurts â another thing he cares for that Harumiâs managed to break so easily. It hurts that they all work so hard, time and again, and it always ends up shattering around them anyways. Hurts that they pour themselves out for this city again and again and itâs still not enough.Â
(Hurts that heâs never, ever going to outrun that worthless little kid in the snow.)
He learns, later â heâs got much more to lose to her than just a sword.Â
It hurts all the same.
But the swordâs broken and Lloydâs on a one-way collision course with his father, and itâs much too late to turn back now.Â
Lloyd enters Kryptarium Prison with nothing but himself and his power. It was enough the first time, itâs got to be enough this one as well.Â
Lloyd was enough the first time â if he isnât enough nowâ
If he isnâtâ
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He isnât.
He throws himself against his father and shatters his heart with every hit. Then the rest of him goes and shatters too, ribs cracking and skin splitting as heâs battered through walls and bruised against stone. His power sparks and screams as it tries to save him, pushed to its limits.
A part of Lloyd finds it funny â he canât even keep his power together. He wonders if heâll snap into six pieces and fly everywhere, just like Kaiâs poor katanas, with nothing left but broken pieces of Lloyd to melt down for scrap.Â
Kai doesnât find it funny in the slightest. Not the muffled voice Lloyd hears breaking as his family tries to put him back together, not the filthy embrace Lloyd gets when itâs finally over, not the multiple hour-long lectures Lloydâs forced to sit through even three months out.Â
âI donât care how many swords you break,â he hisses, giving Lloyd a shake thatâs forceful enough his teeth almost rattle. âI donât care if you shatter a thousand. Theyâre supposed to protect you. Youâre supposed to choose yourself. Donât you ever, ever, put yourself out there to break again.âÂ
Lloyd mustâve broken a hundred promises by now. He canât seem to do anything right, truly â not being the Green Ninja, not being a good brother, not being Garmadonâs son.
But, as he nods and makes another promise, he can try.Â
For Kai, heâll try.Â
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Things are different, after his father, but itâs the same way things are always different after their family escapes by the skin of their teeth. Each new threat leaves another lingering wound, but Lloyd likes to think it stitches them closer in the aftermath.Â
With everyoneâs attention so laser-focused on Lloyd after everything, it makes it easier for him to spot the othersâ bad days.Â
It only takes him five minutes to track down Kai this time. Lloyd carefully lowers himself cross-legged next to him on the floor, katana laid across his lap.
Kai tenses, as if preparing for another speech.Â
Please. Lloydâs methods are way sneakier â and better â these days.Â
âSo,â he starts, as he dips the edge of a rag in Kaiâs choji oil. âI was patrolling today, and I saw like, a demon cat, I think? I mean, it was definitely a cat. It looked kind of like the one Zane used to feed when we lived at the apartment, all stripey and stuff. I was gonna try and pet it, âcause patrol was pretty boring and what was I supposed to do, ignore it? So I did the whole pspsps thing, and it was not a fan â and I swear, it hissed at me, and it looked just like my dad. When he's all Oni, yâknow? Which is rude, cats are supposed to be comforting, not traumaticââ
Lloydâs rambling grows more and more nonsensical as he goes, jumping from topic to topic as he works on the katana. He can feel the tension seeping out of Kai where he sits beside him though, bit by bit until Kaiâs finally leaning against his shoulder.Â
âMissed a spot,â he speaks up suddenly, his voice only cracking a little.
Lloyd squints at the sword. âWhere?â
Kai taps a bandaged finger on the blade.Â
âOh,â Lloyd blinks. He adjusts the rag. âThanks.â
 Kai speaks up again, after a minute, âYouâve gotten good at this.â
âHad a good teacher.â
Thereâs a faint snort. âDebatable.â
âWith who?â Lloyd says. âIâm your number one sword student. And your only one. I win automatically.âÂ
âThe others use swords. Sometimes.â
âYeah, and Jay still whines every time the super special weapon-of-the-week to defeat evil ends up being a sword again,â Lloyd says.Â
âSâcause Jayâs better with nunchucks. Totally different concept.â
âBut he isnât better with a sword.â
âDefinitely not better than me.â
âIâm your best student,â Lloyd says. âJay canât be better than me. Thatâs illegal.â
âIf the Green Ninja declares it,â Kai says, but thereâs an edge of laughter in his voice, a thawing out of the numb blankness heâd worn earlier. He slumps, just a bit heavier, against Lloyd.
âWanna talk about it?â
âNot really,â Kai mutters.Â
ââKay.â Lloyd turns the sword over, squinting at his reflection. âSometime, though?â
âIf you can manage not to break anymore katanas before I finish your new weapon, maybe.â
âYou guys wonât even let me out to fight,â Lloyd grouses. âItâs not as if Iâll have a chance to.â
Kai makes a huffing noise. âMaybe if youâd sit still long enough to healââ
âI donât wanna hear it from you,â Lloyd scowls. âLook, I know I messed up with â with her, butââ
âThatâs not what this is about,â Kai says sharply. âItâs about you being okay.â
Normally, Lloyd would protest. Should protest â he doesnât deserve to get off that easy. But Kaiâs gone tense again, so he lets it go, just this once.Â
âSorry,â he murmurs anyways.Â
âNo, donât. Youâre doinâ good,â Kai sighs, and he sounds so very, very tired. âJustâŚtake it easy, okay? âTil I get your sword done.âÂ
âSorry for breaking the old one, too,â Lloyd says. âI really did try to keep it safe.âÂ
âIâll make you a hundred swords,â Kai says. âA thousand, if I have to. Just keep using them, okay? Swords are your weapon.â
Like Lloydâs ever going to forget that, at this point.
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Itâs only after the Oni are more a memory and Lloyd has been subjected to an unholy amount of recuperation that Kai allows him to even see the sword heâs made this time.
Itâs well worth the wait, though.
âItâs gold,â Lloyd murmurs, reverently holding the new dao blade.Â
âYeah, well,â Kai shrugs, a little bashful. âI thought you should match us, at some point.â
Lloyd has to try very hard not to pretend that doesnât make a small, lingering part of him want to tear up.
âIs this jade?â he says instead, carefully tracing a finger over the single panel of green that decorates the blade.Â
âTechnically itâs jadeite, and no, you donât wanna know where I got it,â Kai corrects.Â
âI donât care,â Lloyd says. âI love it. Itâs the best sword ever. I â thank you, so muchââ
âOkay, okay, thatâs enough,â Kai says quickly. âYouâre welcome, or whatever, just â youâll use it, right?â
Lloyd gives him a long, flat look.Â
âYouâll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.â
âYou are not allowed to joke about thatâ!â
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The golden dao sword never breaks.Â
It takes Lloyd several fights with it to stop holding back, but once he realizes this sword wonât shatter to pieces in his hands, he lets himself get creative.
And the sword holds, again and again.Â
Against Aspheeraâs burning soldiers, against the bitter chill of the Never Realm, against the Skull Sorcererâs monsters in the depths of Shintaro, against the heavy weight of water and cold crystal â the dao blade holds.
Kai tells him itâs because Lloydâs finally learned how to stop using his weapon as a glorified baseball bat. Lloyd thinks itâs because Kai knows blacksmithing for ninja better than anyone else in the world.
His powers grow, too â along with his options, which heâd really have preferred to justâŚavoid.Â
Real fun that it wasnât the many years of pent-up anger issues, but crippling traumatic grief, thatâs the key to unlocking his shapeshifting abilities. Hilarious.Â
It still stings, a bit, that no one ever bothered to tell him he was walking around with the blood of two mythical beings just chilling in his veins, Wouldâve been nice to know, maybe, before he got stuck having a whole crisis about it smack in the middle of another world-ending crisis.Â
Oni, dragon, Green Ninja. Like he needs another title.
In the end, it doesnât matter much what he thinks. Everyone moves on and Lloyd is a multi-bred freak of nature, or something.Â
His father thinks he should hone his Oni powers. Sensei Wu thinks he should listen to his father but also remember his dragon side. His mother thinks he should read the eight-hundred page historical brick of a book about all known history of the Oni and the dragon. He doesnât have a clue what his great-grandparents think of him, except that a family reunion would be world-ending levels of terrible.Â
Lloyd, whoâs grown attached to looking like himself and happens to like being human, keeps reaching for his dao blade first.Â
Swordsmanship is something heâs proud of. Heâs worked hard for it, through blisters and bruises and blood. Itâs something that belongs to him and Kai, something shared and freely given. Something passed onto him, something taught and earned, something treasured.
Lloyd doesnât have a lot of things like that, so he treasures it all the more himself.Â
Treasures the humanity of his family, and how lucky he is to be part of that.
Treasures the things heâs learned from them like family heirlooms heâs never had.
Treasures the fact that theyâre thereâ
Treasures theâ
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The monastery is so quiet, Lloydâs starting to understand how people lose their minds.
Not really. He hasnât started talking to himself yet, so thatâs a good sign, right? It doesnât count, if youâre yelling for other people. Doesnât count if youâre screaming curses at your stupid grandfather who let your whole world split apart and tore away the only people that were yours.Â
âIt doesnât count,â he whispers to the sword in his lap.Â
Lloyd stares dully at his reflection in the dao sword, marred by the splotchy wear and ugly chipping at the bladeâs edges. Itâs in miserable shape, worn down and neglected.
A lot like himself, maybe.Â
He shudders, drawing in a breath. Sulking wonât sharpen swords. And when Kai gets back â which he will â heâll be so disappointed that Lloydâs gone and treated his sword like dirt.Â
The smell of choji oil makes his eyes sting, but the familiar sound the rag makes across the blade soothes it.Â
Heâs glad he took the time to sharpen it up, too, when he visits the city. More than glad when he finds himself atop the train, his missing hood leaving him distinctly uncomfortable as he prepares to fight.Â
Lloydâs hands have warped and twisted, burst in purple and grown claws sharp enough to slice. If he can make them his own again, after that, he can make them hold steady now.Â
The handle of the dao blade is worn and familiar, the fraying tassel the same bright green where it brushes the back of his hands, and Kaiâs voice yells in his head as loud as ever as he swings it onceâ
One flip this time, he decides. One flip, one strike.
Swords are his weapon, after all. Itâs important for him to remember that. Â
And even if he doesnâtâ
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Lloydâs grown up in a world of weapons, and far faster than he probably should.Â
But with every sword swing, every familiar callous carved into his hand, Kaiâs there to remind him that his sword is the weapon.
And Lloyd, power or no power, is just Lloyd.Â
#ninjago#lloyd garmadon#kai smith#my fic#am still insane about them!!#this is like 80 percent headcanon but it's canon to ME#also its like 9k words im so sorry if it crashes ur browser
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Jersey Leeds: Little Dev
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Summary: Part of the Jersey Leeds storyline; reader takes baby Jersey to her dads first game of the new season
Warnings: none
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âNeeks you donât have to do that.â
He doesnât even give you a second glance as he continues to twist the Allen wrench, shaking his head softly. His hair hangs over his forehead, concealing most of his gaze but under the tips of the dark strands you can see his dimples sink into his cheeks.
âBeen sitting over here too long,â he calls back âneed to get it out of the way. And tire myself out for my nap.â
Accepting his answer, you turn back to the counter to finish Nicoâs pregame snack. The new house in Jersey was slowly coming together, slower than either of you expected but lifeâs sort of been like that lately. The playoff birth of Jersey and then the teamâs quick exit in Carolina, followed by a flight to Switzerland with a newborn was hectic. You made it work though, at least while Nico was competing at worlds but both of you were almost thankful for the loss.
Being parents was hard. Being parents while moving, hockey-ing, and not sleeping was even harder. Luckily the summer calmed down and Nico had more time with you and Jersey, showing her around Bern and introducing her to her Swiss family. He had a lot of things to be proud of that month, but none of it sparkled in his eyes like sharing his life with his daughter did.
You think of that look on his face as Jersey begins to fuss from her play mat, the borderline cries already making your temple throb. Plating Nicoâs two peanut butter and banana sandwiches, you dust your hands off on your pants before moving into the living room.
Nico is still sitting on the living room floor, legs splayed out in front of him as he attaches the final leg to the new coffee table, but his eyes are watching Jersey intently. Her little arms and legs wiggle, kicking and reaching upwards as she softly cries.
âI couldâve got her babe,â Nico says as you walk over, his fingers wrapping around the leg he just attached and wiggling it. âSheâs just right there.â
Satisfied with his work, Nico flips the table over so itâs standing over his lap. Jersey is still fussing, angry little hiccups as she waves her fists in the air and you canât help but laugh quietly as you bend down to scoop her up.
âItâs ok,â you reply, dabbing the sleeves of your sweater over her wet cheeks. Big brown eyes peer up at you, framed by the same impossibly thick, dark eyelashes Nico has. âI was done anyway.â
Testing his handiwork again, Nico presses his palms into the top of the table and lays all his weight on it as he gets up. You hold your breath, waiting for the screws and legs to give out and your husband to go tumbling to the living room floor.
But the table is solid and sturdy. Nico smirks proudly, rapping his knuckles on the wood before turning to you. â1 down,â he sighs âa lot more to go.â You shake your head as he eyes the rest of the boxed furniture scattered around the room.
âDo it later, you need to eat.â
Nicoâs hands find your hips, holding you gently as he buts his head into yours to look down at his daughter. âLet me see my baby.â He requests instead, and the sound of his voice has Jersey kicking her legs in excitement. Her tiny mouth stretches into a toothless smile, pink tongue flopping out against her chin.
Laughing, Nico sticks his tongue out just the same, right hand coming up to tickle at her cheeks. You give them their moment, your heart warming at the weird but affectionate encounter. Youâre unsure of how it came about, how Jersey picked up the habit but one day you had come home from a girls day with Nicoâs family to find them sticking their tongues out at each other for entertainment. Itâs since become their thing and Nico will take any chance he can get to see Jersey do it.
Nico pecks a kiss to her forehead before straightening out, pressing a similar kiss to your forehead as well.
âAll right, snack time for my babies.â You instruct, pressing your palm into Nicoâs stomach to nudge him towards the kitchen. He follows compliantly, moving into the kitchen and digging through the cabinets for something. You fetch a bottle out of the fridge, popping it into the warmer as Nico finds the container of honey he was looking for.
Smiling, he holds it out towards you.
âWhat?â You laugh, adjusting Jersey on your hip.
His voice drips with sweetness when he asks, âWill you put it on my sandwich for me?â Itâs an odd request considering your currently holding a baby and attempting to get her meal ready but Nicoâs already reaching out for his daughter with his free hand so you obediently switch him.
âYouâre being weird,â you comment, popping open the container as you peer up at your husband through your lashes. Heâs mumbling sweet nothings under his breath, nose pressed into Jerseyâs temple because he likes the smell of her baby wash.
If your words bothered him, it doesnât show. âI like the way you do it.â He explains simply, turning to grab Jerseyâs now warm bottle. Going back to work on his snack, you drizzle honey across the banana slices before putting them back together and quickly slicing each sandwich into two. Nico fishes out Jersey's bottle, not sparing you a glance as he plops down at the dining room table. Plate in hand, you watch him settle Jersey into the crook of his arm, her little body so small against his bicep and forearm.
He coaxes the nipple of the bottle into her mouth, waiting a moment for her to latch before shooting you an expectant look, eyebrow raised and unimpressed.
"My bad," you laugh, "I didn't realize I had two babies to feed."
Settling into the chair next to him, you set his plate in front of him. Which was apparently not the right thing to do because Nico sighs, still eyeballing you incredulously. You roll your eyes, annoyed but so utterly in love with the man in front of you that you can't help but smile as you pick up a half of a sandwich, lifting it to his awaiting mouth.
It makes you laugh, him munching on the snack with honey smeared on his lips, bobbing his head to entertain Jersey while she eats. She watches him with curious eyes, blinking sluggishly. By the time you've finished feeding Nico, she's finished most of her bottle and is sinking further into Nico's arm as sleep pulls her under. He slip the bottle from her, and you take that and the empty plate to the sink while Nico props her up on his shoulder to be burped.
"All right," you sigh after cleaning everything up, "nap time for you two." Nico smiles lazily as you lead him and Jersey down the hall with a tender hand on his lower back. Jersey has already begun to drool into his chest, and he's careful to lay her in the middle of your king size mattress.
You stay long enough to watch him crawl into bed and take the time to tuck him in under a throw blanket, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He attempts to lift Jersey onto his chest, wincing when she wakes up with an annoyed screech, but she's soon settling into the softness of his abdomen. Nico coaxes another kiss out of you, sleepy eyes all soft and warm as you leave him and Jersey to nap while you get everything together for dinner later tonight.
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The Rock makes you emotional, not only because the last time you stepped foot in the arena you welcomed your baby girl into the world, but because of how much this night means to Nico.
Impatiently waiting for warm-ups to start, you adjust the crocheted ice skate slippers on Jerseyâs feet, making sure her ankles are covered. Then you tug down the sleeves of her little jersey, smoothing a finger over the tiny C patch Nico had custom made for it. The sweater had been a gift from the organization, handed to Nico in a little bag before there first game of round two last season. He almost blubbered over the thing when he presented it to you at home, choking back tears as he babbled about the name daddy on it and his number and how it was just like that baby shirt he loves but better.
Knowing how much he loved the jersey, youâd elected to save it for her first game in person. One where he could actually see her in it. You canât wait to see the look on his face when he sees you at the glass.
Jersey wiggles away when you adjust the headphones over her ears, making sure theyâre not on too tightly but arenât slipping off. Youâd spent all summer working on them for her, acquiring cute little stickers to put her name on one side and a 13 on the other. But the real kicker had been getting the two little devil horns on top. It took a lot of different emails and calls, even some instagram messaging to find someone who could make them. And even though Nico laughed and teased you about it, you were glad with the outcome.
Jersey looked adorable and passionate, all things the captainâs daughter should be.
Sheâs kicking her feet at you in annoyance when the first horn goes off and the players start trickling onto the ice. Almost leaping out of your skin, you press up close to the glass, turning Jersey so her back is to your chest and she can look onto the ice.
Almost immediately her little legs start wiggling, big brown eyes watching red jerseys fly by and you laugh, believing that sheâs trying to skate with them in her mind.
You know Nico has his warm up routine so youâre not expecting him to bang on the glass as soon as he does. Not that you need the little taps of his stick to know heâs there. Jersey recognizes him immediately, her hands reaching out as she coos excitedly.
Looking up from Jerseyâs smiling face, youâre stunned by the look of utter joy on Nicoâs face. His eyes crinkled, smile so wide you think it might fall off the sides of his face if it werenât for dimples keeping it in place. Heâs waving at Jersey, hitting his gloved knuckles to the glass.
You nudge Jersey closer, allowing her to press her own hands into Nicoâs as she screeches excitedly. Out of the corner of your eye a phone slips into view, capturing the precious moment for you two. You make a mental note to ask the social media admin for the video later, turning a bit so the camera has a better view.
Nico looks up at you, that beautiful smile of his shining. âThatâs my baby,â he shouts excitedly, voice muffled by the glass but loud enough to make you laugh. You nod in agreement, picking up Jerseyâs arm so you can help her wave to him.
His gaze returns to her, waving once more before he sticks his tongue out. Like routine, Jersey does it back, giggling and bouncing in your arms at her daddy. You can hear him laugh, the sound so full of delight it makes your whole body flush with love.
Theyâre interaction draws in Jack and Bratter, both boys squishing Nico between them as they stop to say hi. You canât make out what theyâre saying to each other as they wave and tap at Jersey but Bratt motions to Jerseyâs headphones before shooting you a thumbs up. You laugh, shrugging in thanks before heâs off to finish warm-ups. Dougie takes his place, shoving Jack back so he can lightly jump into the glass.
Jersey jumps in shock, staring at the large man in stunned silence for just a moment. You since, waiting for her to burst into tears and you can already see Nico about to scold his teammate. But then Jersey is laughing gleefully, those bubbly baby giggles making everyone breathe out a sigh of relief.
You linger a little longer, letting all the boys stop by the stay hi and admire theyâre little captain. Theyâre all enamored with her, eyes going soft just as they did the moment they all met her in the hospital. She has always had this team in the palm of her hand, most of all her daddy who has spent all of warm-ups watching her. He chats with whoever filters in to see her, blushing and smiling when they tap him on the helmet with their sticks.
The time comes to head to your seats, even if Nico is trying to get you to stay by making faces and wiggling his fingers through the glass. You know heâll never actually warm-up if you donât leave first so you give him your best demanding wife look.
âSay bye to daddy,â you tell Jersey, making her wave one more time. Then youâre tucking her into your chest and holding your knuckles to the glass. Nico does the same, winking at you just once before he slowly skates backwards.
You blow him a kiss, laughing when he pretends to catch it and place it over his heart. Finally he joins the team to get some practice shots in, you moving away from the glass where you can still see him but not be a distraction.
For just a moment you admire him, let yourself adore him for all he is. A good person, a talented player, a strong leader, a brave role model, a loving husband, and the best father a child could ever have.
Jerseyâs cry of annoyance drags you back into the moment, peering down to see her mouthing at your shoulder as tears well in her eyes. Her father's eyes.
"I know baby," you murmur, "let's go feed you. We'll see daddy again in a bit." You head back through the tunnel towards the family room so you can pick up the baby bag.
"He's gonna win you a game tonight." You promise Jersey, "and if he doesn't, he'll definitely play his heart out for you."
If there's one thing you could be certain about, it's that Nico will always give his all for his babygirl.
#nico hischier#nico hischer x reader#nhl#new jersey devils#nico hischier blurb#new Jersey devils fic#jack hughes#jesper bratt#dougie hamilton#timo meier
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Can you write a cute one with a bit of smut (if you're comfortable with that obviously) with Buck and female reader where he sneaks her into his room when he knows all the others are away?
hi, love! đ I loved the idea of sneaking in and it starts smutty indeed but the ending is spoiled by Bucky 𤣠sorry not sorry, I tend to imagine Reader's life with these two like it's a sitcom sometimes đ
my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven đ¤
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Buck was the only guy who didnât go out to the pub in town on Friday night. The boys had a whole weekend off and almost all of them decided to celebrate by going to the local town and flirting with the girls while getting drunk. Buck was not a drinker and he already had his girl on the base with him.
âIf you stay here like a loser,â Bucky teased him before walking out, âthen at least sneak her in here and have some good time, too,â he winked as some man behind him whistled and Buck sighed. âYou donât want to sleep here alone, do you?â
âGet out already,â Buck pushed him out and watched the rest of the boys disappear. He shook his head to himself but the truth was that he found the idea tempting indeed.
âOh, you stayed?â You asked Buck, surprised to see him alone by the table during dinnertime. âI thought youâd go out with the boys,â you chuckled and took a seat next to him.
âIâd get bored there,â he admitted and you tilted your head to take a better look at him because he sounded like he was crazy. He smiled at you.
âYouâre adorable, Gale,â you told him and you fixed his hair a little. His friends were not there to tease him about it and your friends had already known about you two anyway. Womenâs gossip travelled faster than any plane. âBut you donât have to miss out on parties. I wouldnât mind you going out,â you told him.
âI really didnât want to go,â he assured you. âBut you know⌠I have a whole room for myself tonight.â
You took the hand away and focused on the plate in front of you. You had to admit, you got a little shy at his insinuation. You had been sort of dating for a few weeks now but you had never had a time completely alone for yourselves. Not like that, at least. Of course there had been a few heated kisses in the dark corners here and there. But not much more than that.
âIâm so sorryâŚâ Buck blushed. âGod, Iâm sorry⌠Forget about it⌠Doll, can we pretend Iâve never said that?â He put his hand on your thigh and you moved it away. He looked even more scared and awkward now.
âNo, we canât pretend,â you told him and dared to lay your eyes on him again. âBecause I donât want to pretend you havenât said that. I think we can do it,â you nodded your head nervously.
Yes, yes, your mother wouldnât be proud of you at that moment but for Godâs sake you wanted something from this life, too, and that man could go down any day.
You loved him, too.
Buck furrowed his brows and then he gave you a wide smile as he finally realised that you had just agreed to spend the night with him.
âI will tell my friends that I have to work late. So they will go to sleep before I join them without knowing when exactly Iâll be back. Iâll tell Colonel Harding Iâll help him with the papersâŚâ you started.
âNo, no, he will keep you there until morning,â Buck shook his head.
âNo, he wonât be there.â
âBut he will realise you werenât working if the papers arenât ready tomorrow,â Buck pointed out.
âYou silly, I have already finished them,â you rolled your eyes. âI always do more than I tell him so I can have free time here and there. And then I pretend Iâve just done it although it was already done a few days before. Heâs been played like that many times by me,â you chuckled.
âYou cunning little angel,â Buck pinched your thigh under the table and you giggled. âLetâs meet at eleven by the bathroom.â
âSir, yes, sir,â you teased him.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you were walking down the dark corridor. You were wearing nothing but a coat over your nightgown and now you regretted it. You wanted to surprise Buck but you were cold and you started to feel like an idiot, too. What if he would find it funny⌠or not ladylike�
You almost decided to turn around and change before going back when you felt someone grabbing your arm and pulling you. You squealed but your lips got covered by a familiar hand.
âShh, little one,â Buck whispered into your ear. âIâve heard your footsteps,â he told you and removed the hand from your mouth.
âYou scared me, Buck!â You whispered.
âIâm sorry, doll. Now, come with me,â he held your hand and guided you further into the corridor. You couldnât go back to put more clothes on. You took a deep breath in and followed him.
Buck pushed the door leading to the room where the men had been sleeping, making sure to be as quiet as possible. You were alone there but someone could be walking outside. He closed the door behind you and led you to his bed.
When you were finally there, he turned on the small lamp which light was dim and wouldnât alarm anyone walking by. After all, it was a free weekend and he was able to stay up late reading a book or something.
Then he turned around and took a look at you. He was wearing a T-shirt and pants and he smiled gently as noticed your nervousness.
âWe donât have to⌠do anything. We can just spend time together,â he told you and sat down on his bed. âWhat would you like to do?â
âIâm cold,â you admitted.
âWell, then, come here,â he invited you and you bit on your lower lip before gaining the courage to finally open your coat and let it fall to the floor.
Buckâs eyes widened as he looked up at you wearing nothing but a nightgown. He swallowed thickly as his lips opened slightly. The white nightgown looked perfect on your body in the dim light of his lamp and your nipples were hard and perky from the cold. He reached out for you as if he tried to find out if you were real.
âCan you warm me up, Major?â You teased as you crawled up on the bed to curl yourself in his arms.
âI sure can try,â Buck kissed your temple and reached out for the blanket to put it around you. You laid your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat as your fingers started to make circles on his stomach. âAre you warmer now, love?â He looked down to see your face.
âYes,â you whispered. âI havenât felt so warm and safe in a long while,â you admitted.
âWar is no place for a sweetheart like you,â he said and rubbed your back.
âBut war is here anyway. War is in my country, itâs in my world. I canât escape it. And here I can at least⌠do something,â you looked up to meet the gaze of his beautiful blue eyes. âIt has nothing to do with courage, you know. If we get bombed and I die here, not many people will be sad. You donât find wives and mothers here.â
âI will certainly be sad,â Buck put his finger on your lips to caress them gently. âLetâs not talk about it tonight.â
You nodded your head and let his fingertips trace the corners of your mouth. You opened your lips slightly and he froze for a while, trying to read on your face if you wanted what he had thought that you wanted. Eventually, you gave him a slight nod and he slowly put his fingers inside your mouth.
You sucked on them and looked up to give him doe eyes. His pupils darkened and you smirked at the sight. You felt his muscles tightening, too.
You raised your hands to grab his wrist and pull his fingers out of your mouth.
âDo you want to touch me?â You asked.
âYes, please,â he nodded and you giggled at how well-mannered he was.
You guided both of his hands on your breasts and you leaned back to get in a more comfortable position for you to rest and for him to grope you.
His long fingers worked on the bow on your chest and when the ribbons went loose, the nightgown opened, exposing your bare breasts for him to touch gently. You moaned at the sensation and he shushed you before burying his face in your neck to place small kisses and suck on your skin.
His hands were warm and big and he was using them so gently. His goal was not to play with your breasts mindlessly, but to fondle them and explore every inch of the exposed skin. You didnât feel like a piece of meat, you felt like a sculpture being admired by an artist. And it was making you feel warm and wet between your legs, too. You began to slowly rub your thighs together to get some friction.
Buck moved his head up to place kisses on your jaw now and you reached back to caress his hair and pull him closer.
You wanted to ask him to touch you down there but you felt too shy to do that. You let out a whine instead.
âWhat is it, little one?â Buck hummed and laid his eyes on your face. He wanted to make sure you were alright. You looked at him, pleadingly. At first he was confused but then he looked down and noticed your crossed thighs. âDo you want me to touch you there, darling?â He asked and you nodded shyly, feeling your cheeks heating up. âAlright then,â he kissed your forehead. âCome here,â he helped you to move down in his arms so you both were laying down now.
You pulled your nightgown up â shyly but eagerly, too. And this time the eagerness won with the shyness. You felt as if you were about to explode at any given moment. You had no privacy on this base until now so you couldnât remember the last time you would touch yourself. And having Major Buck Cleven touching you was enough to set your whole body on fire.
Buck raised your thigh gently and put it over his waist to get a better access to you and he carefully touched your clit for the first time. He was visibly surprised at how swollen and wet you already were.
You let out a moan and tugged on his shirt.
âBuckâŚâ
âWhatâs wrong, doll?â He stopped all the movement to make sure you were alright.
âI donât want to have sex,â you admitted shyly and he furrowed his brows. âYou can touch me but I donât want to⌠I donât want to go further. Not yet,â you told him. âIâm sorry.â
âNo, donât be,â he shook his head and kissed the top of yours. âDonât be, little one.â
âI can touch you, too,â you proposed.
âOnly if you feel like it,â he said.
âI do,â you assured him. âYou can go back to touching me,â you added with a whine and he chuckled before letting his fingertips brush your clit gently.
God, he was a tease.
You focused on the bulge in his pants instead and you decided to tease, too. It was only fair. So you started with caressing it through the material of his pants, focusing on the tip for a while and then going all the way up. In the meantime, you were losing focus a few times from all the sensations he was making you feel between your legs.
âIf you keep doing it like this, darling, Iâm going to finish in my pants,â Buck chuckled.
âReally?â You looked up with a smile. âI want to see.â
âOh, youâre naughty,â he shook his head and you felt a light slap on your pussy that made you widen your eyes. It was both slightly painful and incredibly pleasurable.
âOh, so are you, Major,â you breathed out.
âYou like that?â He asked and slapped you again as you whined. âYou do.â
You both chuckled and leaned in for a kiss as your hands went back to rubbing and teasing. You were so lost in each other, you didnât hear someone walking inside.
It was the loud bang of the door that made you jump up on the bed. You grabbed the blanket to cover yourself, absolutely terrified.
Thankfully, it was only Bucky. And he was completely drunk.
âGood eveninâ,â he slurred out with a smirk, barely standing on his feet.
âWhat are you doing here?!â Buck snapped at him.
âDonât mind me, I donât have any idea whatâs going on around me,â he admitted. âI think I wanted to start a fight, they threw me out. Some nice girl from the town gave me a ride home⌠To the base, I mean⌠So yeah⌠Iâm banned from that pub,â he laid on his bed and started snoring half a minute later.
âIâve never seen anyone falling asleep so fast!â You gasped.
âThatâs Bucky for you,â Buck sighed.
âWhat now?â You asked.
âWell, heâs asleepâŚâ
âNo,â you interrupted him. âI can stay here for the night but I will not⌠No, itâs out of question,â you shook your head.
âFine,â Buck sighed and left the bed. âGive me a moment, I need to go to the bathroom and cool down.â
âYeah, okay,â you nodded your head and watched him walk away as you worked on your nightgown to tie the ribbons again in a bow.
When you were finished with that, you stood up and began turning Bucky around.
âWhat are you doing?â Buck asked you as he had just come back.
âHe wonât snore so much this way and he wonât choke on his own vomit either,â you told him. âHelp me, will you? Heâs quite heavy.â
Buck helped you with that and he covered his friend with his blanket, too.
âItâs like tucking a kid to bed,â you giggled.
âPerhaps not the last time for us if weâre lucky,â Buck looked at you and your cheeks went hot at his words.
âPerhaps notâŚâ you chuckled and extended your hands to take him back to bed and cuddle for the rest of the night.
Cuddling was nice, too.
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Hey guys.
It is with great shame that I think I must announce that I can no longer maintain my posting schedule and RisingClan needs to go on a tiny hiatus.
For some background, I've been struggling with work and mental health for a couple months now which culminated in a breakdown a few weeks ago after which my boss insisted I take some time off work to recover. In that time, I've been trying to catch up with RisingClanâs schedule, which I am very behind on, but this week I learned that I need to start packing to move out as well. And to top it all off, I'm in danger of losing my benefits and need to get that sorted out.
Multiple people have told me that if I need to put RisingClan on hold, I can, that my audience will understand, but I've been loathe to because doing so would mean abandoning the "In Real Time" gimmick that I was so proud of and I didn't want to compromise my vision in that way. Unfortunately, though, I have come to the realization that I can either force myself to write and damage my mental health further, write at my own pace and release updates far later than I wanted to hoping that doing so doesn't make the story too different from what I had hoped, OR I can put things on pause until my life isn't falling apart and then start writing again, albiet not in the way I wish I could.
I have decided to do the latter. I'm going to take a break from producing RisingClan content for at least a couple weeks, maybe a month or two, while I move and get my shit together. I'm also going to put Featured Follower Posts on hold. However, during that time I will continue to answer asks since that takes very little effort and I'd love to highlight any fan art if people feel like making any. When I feel I'm able, I'll start writing again and maybe eventually I'll be able to catch up to the current month and resume business as usual. I'm not going to push myself though.
I know you'll all understand but I want to thank you anyway and say I hope that you'll stick with me through this posting gap. The events that are coming up are things I'm really excited for and I hope you'll all be there to see them!
To my lovely patrons, I would appreciate your continued support but I understand if you feel the need to cancel your subscriptions even temporarily. Luckily, I already finished Leafbare's season illustration so that will be posted on time, as usual.
Thank you all. I couldn't do this without your support and I'm looking forward to getting back in the saddle soon.
⥠Rowan
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I imagine that Ghost is pretty crafty and as we know already from other stories, he is always eager to help. What if reader asks him for help to assemble some piece of IKEA furniture? Something big like a closet or even a kitchen, the stuff you can't really build on your own (or it's much easier with help at least).
I don't know how much experience you have with this stuff, but oh my god... The amount of time I already spend during my life sorting these bags of screws, losing my marbles over the instructions, getting into arguments with my partner because I wasn't holding something properly for his liking, the giant pieces of cardboard packaging I had to fold and cram into the dumpster... And then ordering pizza afterwards and being proud of what we did and admiring this stupid new dresser we got like it's some piece of art. Oh memories... :)
Indeed, heâs eager to help, but if youâre the stubborn I-need-help-but-let-me-try-by-myself-first type, I feel he would just sit there and watch you make a mess. You probably didnât revisit the instructions either, did you? Whatâs that? You read them once, and thatâs enough? Tsk tsk tsk.
Well, he holds the manual, just in case. And he reads it, and it takes so much effort from him not to snatch that L tool thingy they give you with the unassembled furniture and start doing it himself. You called him for the heavy stuff anyway, so he should probably wait until you ask for help.
But you donât, and, as expected, you start projecting your anger towards him.
âYouâre not helping.â
âWhat do you want me to do?â he asks. âJust say it.â
You look at the instructions in his hand. âWhat does it say?â you mumble and nod at the booklet.
âIt says that youâre doing it wrong,â he replies.
You give him that look that youâre about to lash out at any minute, and he changes tactics without being fazed at all by your attitude. He just wants the job done and you to be happy. And pizza afterwards, of course.
He starts walking around your mess, pointing at pieces of furniture and screws, instructing you while reading the booklet.
âTake this,â he orders while holding a piece of wood and stabilising it with his knee, âPut the screw in here.â and points at the hole.
You do as youâre told. The fact that youâre now seeing progress is enough to shut you up.
After you finish your project, you feel triumphant and need some pizza. Heâs hungry, too, but something still bothers him. He doesnât show it and asks if you can order while he cleans up the cardboard boxes you used to lay the pieces onto.
You go to the other room and call your local pizzeria. He, in return, takes the tools and secretly goes through every screw youâve placed, tightening them so that it doesnât fall on you.
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The Shorts, Like, Maketh The Man
The black shorts were just laying there, hanging off the empty bench. I know, I know. But I wasnât usually the type to pick up sweaty used clothing in the street, but there was something drawing me to them. Calling out to me. They werenât really my style even, clearly gym shorts for the sort of person who spends at least an hour a day looking in the mirror. Iâd never even set foot in a gym. But still, they wereâŚnice. The polyester material felt good in my hand. Silky. There was clearly some text on the back of them but I was too excited to bother reading it. Maybe I could have them? It didnât seem like the owner wanted them anymore anyway. I look around for any onlookers and quietly take them, stuffing them away in my pocket.
I wanted to try them on. Needed to. Finding a secluded area, I remove my trousers and pull the smooth fabric up my unimpressive legs. They felt incredibly good around my waist, like they were made for me. There was a warmth radiating from them. Mmff. They seem to press againstâŚall the right places. Clinging to my skin. I catch myself letting out a soft moan, my face blushing red at hearing the sound. Maybe I should take them off, it would be weird to walk home in someone elseâsâsomeoneâŚsome..one. Mine. They were my shorts. I leave the baggy trousers behind and step out into the street, an extra boost of confidence in my step.
While Iâm walking my body feels slightly off, as if my weight distribution had shifted. Each foot forward felt heavier, stronger. People start to turn and gaze at me. I catch a glimpse of my chunky arms; were they always that veiny? Huh. I see my reflection strutting in a shop window and freeze on the spot. What on earth? There was a completely different person staring back at me. He was sexy as all hell. I looked like a utter gymrat. I touch my sharp, smooth jaw and run my fingers over my harsh buzzed hair. The visage in the reflection copies my exact movements, a large, self assured smirk set on their face. Curious, I lift the hem of my t-shirt. Woah! I was completely jacked! You could sharpen a blade on these abs.
Somehow I had gained pounds of lean muscle in a matter of minutes and my skin had been tanned a luscious golden hue. Certainly, I wasnât about to complain about this turn of events. Maybe I should pick up discarded clothes more often!
Fuck, my body was liâlike, fit. Just check it out. I pull out my phone and take a selfie. Okay. Maybe several selfies. Fine, maybe it was a couple dozen. Who gives a fuck when you look this hot. I didnât even care about the pedestrians walking past and staring. They SHOULD stare. Admire this prize. This TROPHY. I was in peak form from head to toe. The shiny shorts accentuated my thick, meaty legs perfectly.
My eyes suddenly catch the time on my phone, pulling me out of my shameless self obsession. Damn, at this rate I was gonna be late for Daddy. Wait. Daddy? Thatâs not right, I wasnâtâŚ
Ugh. My mind felt all jumbled up, like a finished jigsaw puzzle suddenly dropped to the floor. Pieces scattered. It wasâŚI needed toâŚDaddy! Like, of course. After all, I was just a trophy boy. HIS trophy. An accessory for him to show off. Sculpting my body just how daddy likes it; my muscles existed for his enjoyment. Not that I didnât enjoy them tooâŚhmm.
My head hurt. Fuck. Was that right? No, I couldnât be just some brainless boy toy. Now it made sense why the owner abandoned these damn shorts. Shit, It was altering my mind. I was becomingâŚI needed to remove theseâmmff. But right then I feel the shorts squeeze on my bulge. It felt incredible! I shouldnât, but I never, like, you know, wanted it to stop. My sensitive cock pulsed, thickening while stretching across the fabric. Ahhh! I grin inanely as pre drips down my leg. Like, yeah. Daâdaddy loved his boy all hard. He loved when I did as he instructed. A pretty plastic toy to pose and play with. I was so proud to be his. Yes, I was his; body and mind. Like, how did I forget? I can be such an air-headed ditz sometimes. Itâs a good thing Daddy also likes his twunky boys dumb; dumb, vapid and full of cum. I was good at those things. Huhuhuh.
I turn around - biting my lip - and look at my tight rear. The shorts thin fabric was digging between the two round globes. âDaddyâs Trophyâ was emblazoned on the back, across my cheeks. Mmff. I give my butt a light slap and watch it jiggle. I happily let out a pleasurable moan; it made me feel nice that everyone would know what I am. Explaining it was like, soo difficult and stuff. Daddy says I shouldnât stress my pretty little head over such complex things. Uhhh. Anyway, these shorts were his favourite, all his boys wore them. He loved watching me dutifully clean the house in them. Or working out in them. Or obediently fucking him in them. Or being fuckedâŚbouncing on his lap.
Oh right! I just remembered! I was supposed to meet him. Sir wanted to finalise our arrangement, there was one last thing to change before I could sign that dull agreement. His trophy boys were always blond. Blond and basic. Huhu. Just like I was about to be.
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Todoroki x Reader - More To This Than Meets The Eye
A/N: Trust me, I was not proud of myself that it took me that long just to finish a fic. I guess I needed time for myself and there was so much going on that I barely thought about writing again. I didnât mean to stop writing for so long but that doesnât mean my love for writing stopped. Anyways enough of my rambling, I hope you enjoy this one and this was requested by an anonymous
Summary: Todoroki catches you reading a fic about him and wanted to find out what it was about. You didnât expect him to react the way he did
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Ler: Todoroki
Lee: Reader
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You sat alone in the living room as you sought to continue to read where you left off. You looked behind your shoulders and looked around in every direction to see if someone was heading in your way as you were protective of what you were reading on your phone.
After a few moments of reading silently, you couldnât help but to feel giddy, squirming in your seat and giggling all the way through. What you didnât notice was someone was right behind all along.
âThis is⌠interesting to say the least.â
âAAH!â
You jumped in your seat and looked behind you with your hand over your chest.
âTodoroki?! Dude, you gotta stop doing that.â
Todoroki gave you an apologetic smile and took a step back. âSorry, I didnât mean to startle you,â he said, his voice calm and composed. âI just couldnât help but notice your reaction to what you were reading.â
You groaned and blushed. âPlease donât tell me you read all of that.â
âI think it was halfway through. This is what you like to read? Tickling? Me tickling the other person specifically?â
âWait, Todoroki! Itâs not like that! I-I-IâŚâ
Todorokiâs expression softened as he listened to your stammering explanation. His professional tone of voice remained steady as he responded, âI understand. Sometimes people have different interests, and itâs important not to judge them for it.â
Todoroki walked over from behind and sat down on the cushions in front of you, accepting to hear what you have to say.
You couldnât help but feel relieved by his understanding demeanor. Todorokiâs ability to remain calm in unexpected situations was one of the many reasons you admired him. It was clear that he valued open-mindedness and acceptance, which made you feel more at ease.
âI apologize if I invaded your privacy,â Todoroki continued, his voice carrying a hint of concern. âIt was not my intention. But, if youâre comfortable, I would like to hear your perspective on why you enjoy reading such stories. Perhaps itâs something I can learn from.â
You couldnât help but blush and try to find the right words. âTodoroki, we have been friends for a very long time and I know you finding out about this for the first time can be⌠weird,â you said hesitantly.
âI donât think itâs weird. I just want to understand the concept of this. Iâm not very familiar with the tickling thing.â Todoroki replied, his tone curious and sincere.
You sighed. âI like to read this sort of stuff because itâs an escape from reality and it makes me feel better in a way even though I may be touch starved.â
Todoroki looked at you intently, his expression softening with empathy. âI see. So, these stories provide you some comfort and a sense of connection?â he asked, trying to grasp the significance it held for you.
Nodding, you continued, âYes, exactly. Itâs a way for me to experience the feeling of closeness and affection that I might not have in my everyday life. Itâs purely fictional, but it helps me feel less alone.â
âAnd what about me being involved in the stories? Is it something that you would want me to do?â he asked.
You started to get flustered. âWell, itâs more like⌠imagining what itâll be like if you were.â
âOh, I see. May I see what you were reading then?â Todoroki asked. You blinked but gave your phone to him. âYeah, I donât mind.â
You watched Todoroki scrolling on your phone and you were starting to get nervous. You wouldnât know how he would feel about this. As you were lost in your thoughts, you felt a squeeze on your sides.
âHehehehey! T-Todorokihihihi!â âWhoever wrote this about me did not capture my personality at all.â Todoroki said as kept tickling you while reading with a blank stare.
You covered your face to hide from the embarrassment and how much your face was blushing. You couldnât help but kept giggling hysterically.
âWhat does âdigging his fingers into your sidesâ mean? Is it something like this?â he asked as he did exactly that, digging his fingers in your sides.
Caught off guard by his sudden movement, you let out a surprised squeak and toppled backward onto the couch. The laughter bubbled out of you even more, intensifying into a full-blown fit of hilarious laughter. âAhahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohoho!â
Todorokiâs friendly tone and playful demeanor continued as he watched you dissolve into laughter. His eyes softened with amusement as he realized how much joy he was bringing you. âI guess this âdigging his fingers into your sidesâ thing is quite effective,â he remarked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
âYouâre so mehehehehean!â
Todoroki couldn't chuckle at your adorable laughter. He found it endearing how easily you were able to let loose and have a good time. As he watched you struggle to catch your breath between giggles, he couldn't help but feel a warm sense of contentment.
âIf I was really mean then maybe this next paragraph will say otherwise,â Todoroki cleared his throat before reading as he kept tickling your side. âYour laughter turned into delightful squeals as you squirmed and tried to block his tickles. But deep down, it was clear that you were enjoying every moment, secretly begging for more.â
As the tickling continued, Todoroki leaned in closer, his voice softer now. âYou know, it's moments like these that make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my life. Your laughter brightens up my day, and I canât help but feel a warm sense of contentment whenever I see you like this.â
You arched your back as you screamed with laughter. It felt overwhelming from him reading the actions to you. It felt like a nightmare and you lost count of how many flips your stomach did.
âShut up! Shuhuhuhut up! Ahahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohoho plehehehase!â
He suddenly attacked your belly with both hands after he tossed your phone to the side. âNow, I think I remember something in the fic going âTodoroki thought Y/N was so cute, seeing them fall apart as a blushing giggling mess. Especially when their belly is so so ticklish.â Is it getting to you?â he asked with a sly smile.
âYes, yes! Please stohohohohop!â you grabbed both his wrists and tried to pry them off with your might. Todoroki chuckled. âI guess Iâve tortured you long enough.â he finally let up and moved to the other side of the couch.
You took that moment to catch your breath. âDamn, Todoroki, you were kinda ruthless.â
Todoroki chuckled again. âDid I at least get everything right as what the fic said?â
You blushed slightly. âYou kinda did,â you said nervously. Todoroki smiled. âIâm glad,â
âSo, what did you think about all that?â you asked. âWell, again it was interesting to experience something like that, especially from a fic about me.â
You rubbed the back of your neck. âY-Yeah,â âBut,â Todoroki continued. âI did have fun, watching you giggle and like that,â
âTodoroki!â you whined and threw a pillow at him. He laughed. âBut I am serious, if you want to do that more often or just hangout in general, I would be willing to do so.â he smiled.
âMe too, Todoroki.â
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What Did I Do In 2023?
Whatever I wanted, mostly.
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As I mentioned last year, my site now has an RSS feed with basically everything I've done back to 2020, so this will mainly be going over the same stuff from that, just with added context.
In January, I finally sat down and properly realized an idea for a short story I'd had sitting around for a while: From the Sidelines, about a fantasy RPG expedition going sideways. I remain very proud of it in both concept and execution, and hope people read it.
In February, Your Turn To Die was released on Steam Early Access, receiving character profiles and some bonus mini-episodes, adding two more later in the year.
After finishing From the Sidelines, I carried that momentum to revisit my Ut0p1a story series about funny computer animals. I'd always meant to continue it - and conclude it - but hadn't been satisfied with the ideas I had for it until totally rethinking them this year. In March, I posted the remaining stories one after another: Right to Code and Left to Code. I'm very proud of these as well. Also in March, Kenshi Yonezu released LADY. (Video, interview)
In April, Uri released the Data Book of the Strange Men Series, a big collection of the writing she's done on the games in the series, with a lot of new parts as well, all translated by me.
Then in May... uh, well, let's see. In April, Capcom released the Mega Man Battle Network Legacy Collection. I always adored the Battle Network games, and was initially excited that they finally did the thing... but by the time it came out, I was pretty disappointed by how, while you certainly couldn't call them low-effort ports, the effort didn't extend everywhere I thought it should, with the biggest offenders being the total absence of any "convenience features" except Buster Max Mode, the bad font, and the almost entirely untouched translations.
So, I ended up deciding I might as well just replay the originals, and that was a fun time (aside from the parts that were bad). Doing this, I couldn't help but notice how... turbulent the translations were, even if I'd always known they were less than ideal. I mean, the first two games just used periods for ellipses despite the tight character limits, then in BN3 they had an ellipsis character... but it's center-aligned, Japanese-style? Aside from the intro, which has normal ones? Gosh, somebody should fix that - it's simple enough to find and edit in YY-CHR. "JapanMan" is silly, too - I wonder if anybody made a patch for that? Wait, what do you mean there's just a tool to extract and insert text in all the Battle Network games including the Legacy Collection???
Thus began a journey that sort of occupied the rest of my year. First I did the BN3 Translation Revision, trying not to worry too much about cross-referencing the Japanese text unless something seemed wrong, so that I didn't spend too long on the project. Then I began to consider BN2, with its unfortunate "foreigner" text that would need some more significant reworking. I established more convenient tools for comparing with the Japanese script, and thus did a much more thorough job with it, releasing the BN2 Translation Revision in June (AKA Princess Pride Month).
Finally, after giving myself time to recover and actually finish replaying the series, I knew what I had to do to close things out. With the BN4 Translation Revision, you can finally play Battle Network 4 with a translation that isn't such a mess. Whether you'd want to is for you to decide, though if you can get over the structure, I don't think it's the worst game in the series by any means. (Oh, and in December I also updated the BN3 Revision to 1.1, doing a thorough pass with the methods I'd honed. But I think I'm pretty much good on MMBN translations now.)
Anyway, backtracking to other things that happened during my Battle Network haze... June had Kenshi Yonezu's Moongazing (video, interview), and July had Globe (video, interview, interview).
Last but not least, released in November, I translated Refind Self: The Personality Test Game, a short game from Lizardry (creator of 7 Days to End with You) with a fun concept.
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Obviously I was right to have said "no promises" last year. But really, Your Turn To Die should get its final part on Steam sometime next year, maybe even early-ish in it. That's certainly the goal.
I'm also hoping to buckle down and finish one of my own games, but as usual, who knows how that'll pan out. Letting my whims carry me this year let me finally finish From the Sidelines and Ut0p1a, which was great, and it also led me down a Battle Network rabbit hole, which was... fine, but definitely for a narrower audience. I'd always like to get back to more free game translations and the like, too, but it takes effort to find things I'd want to translate. For now, I think my increasing desire to be able to let loose some of these original games I've been planning, and the stories in them, might come out on top.
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This is a scheduled post (From, November 2nd, 2024, It's supposed to be posted November 24th, but Idrk how to schedule, so we just pray it works). Trigger warning for (in a positive connotation) self harm (its bit graphic) and mention of suicide. If you were mentioned, but those are a trigger for you, skip to the part you were mentioned (it'll be mentioned in grey), do not force yourself to go through it.
I know this is a rp blog. But, everyone who interacted, roleplayed with, damn simply reblogging it, had an huge impact on this achievement.
On November, 24th of 2023, I cutted myself. It took me to the ER. Thankfully, I did not get stitches, but it did leave a scar, a scar I thought would haunt me forever.
Spoiler: It didn't.
I remember the doctor asking me if I had suicidal thoughts or ever attempted it, and I knew that depending on my answer, it could take me to a psychiatric unit; I didn't want that. I didn't want the fear of explaining it to family or friends. So I lied, I lied, putting in mind that from then on, I'd commit to that never ever happening again. And here I am. 1 year free. And tell you something, these 2 months were hell, but every notification, every interaction, it was a daily motivation: "I need to finish that arc," "I could make more posts like it", so I can only say thank you and sorry if I sounded desperate sometimes, it felt like here was my only escape
Part of my young 5-year-old me, who dreamed of being themselves, without fear, was healed by this blog; I can thankfully be the EVIL VILLAIN MUAHAHAHA, and know that it's not that bad, know that liking villains does not make me a bad person, it does not mean I'm some sort of psychopath as some other kids would tell me.
Honestly, I completely understand if these blogs mods don't read it, bc it might be triggering, but I'll mention, just in case.
@one-sixer-please (I love interacting with your blog, is always fun, and it truly motivated me in my shittiest days)
@askdrunkbillcipher (Bruhh, your account is like the funniest I've ever interacted with, I don't even know what to say, just, thank you.)
@theaxolotl-god (You were one of the first accs I've ever interacted with, and truly helped me to keep going)
@river-nonbinary-billcipherfan (I've learned so much from your acc, and omg, thank you. Thank you for existing and being who you are)
@17ghostsinatrenchcoat (You seem such a genuinely nice person irl, I am really proud of you :])
@trickstertriangle (I wanna hug you/p, I love interacting with your blog and I truly hope the best for you.)
@bills-library (You were my inspiration to start this blog)
@sillycato (I love you so much/p you deserve thd world, omg infinite hugs and presents for you, you are an angel, this Lucas btw, just if you don't know lol)
@pandagobrr (I would always smile at your notifications, thank you ^^)
@ever-growing-system (I was research anon, and y'all truly helped me to figure out more of myself and my triggers, thank you :,])
If you're mentioned here, thank you so much for making this app a place that I could run to in my darkest days.
And if you're not mentioned here, there's two possible answers
1st- I forgot you and I'm sosososo sorryđ
2nd- Idrk you or dont interact much, but anyways, thank you for existing, breathing, getting out of bed, I'm so fucking proud of you. (Even who was mentioned, this is for you too)
I was always so scared that people wouldn't like me and that if I said one little thing wrong I was a terrible person, and I learned so much in this one year, that I finally can say, I'm proud of myself. I'm proud of going the lengths I went. There is lots to work on myself, I know there is, but one step at a time and maybe, one day, I might get there. But for now, I'll attempt into just not triggering myself.
-Lucas/Hyper
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This weekâs writer spotlight feature is:Â Pricklywhicket/@messessentialist ! Prickleywhicket has four fics published to AO3 -- All in the Steddie tag!
Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by pricklywhicket:
so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey
it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)
start by pulling him out of the fire
"Sadie is so super talented in the way she describes literally everything. She is so good at writing and it's a shame that she's flown under the radar because she's not the quickest at putting things out there." -- Anonymous
Below the cut, Pricklywhicket answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!
Why do you write Steddie?
Why do any of us write anything? Because we want the story to exist in the world, and it doesnât yet, so we gotta hike up our pants and do it ourselves!
Whatâs your favorite trope to READ?
Hurt/Comfort. Iâm always a sucker for the blorbos taking care of one another, in whatever form that takes. This has always been true, across a truly astronomical number of fandoms Iâve found myself dabbling in over the years.
Whatâs your favorite trope to WRITE?
âŚactually, probably hurt/comfort! I just need to get those little dudes some validation and unconditional positive regard, okay?
Whatâs your favorite Steddie fic?
Iâm sure I wonât be the first one to say this, but: I HAVE TO PICK ONE????? Okay, alright. I can do this. Iâm gonna sayâŚSanctuary by SpicedSage.
Is there a trope youâre excited to explore in a future work but havenât yet?
Iâve only written canon or canon-adjacent fic so far, so Iâm eager to work on something thatâs completely AU. I think thereâs a unique challenge to keeping characters recognizable as themselves in a world that might not have all the same contexts that made them into that person.
What is your writing process like?
I would love to say itâs super organized and well-planned, but the truth is itâs mostly about routine and responsibility. I set aside time to do it every day, even if I can only tap out a few sentences. Iâm not very strict about writing in a straight line - I can stop a scene if itâs giving me trouble, write a note about what I think happens in some [brackets], and move on to something that I have more fully fleshed-out ideas for. Sometimes writing the next scene helps you know more about what needs to happen in the current one.Â
Do you have any writing quirks?
I'm sure my betas would say yes đ I tend to write a lot of dialogue - a lot of my revision process is going back through and realizing I have two pages of a conversation with no indication of whatâs physically happening in the world around the speakers.
Do you prefer posting when youâve finished writing or on a schedule?
Definitely when Iâm finished. Prior to my â23 bang fic, I had never written anything chaptered. I knew going in that I could NOT start posting if it wasnât finished, because Iâve been burned too many times by abandoned works. I didnât want to do that to people reading my fic, and the best way to avoid it is to finish before you post.
Which fic are you most proud of?
Easily start by pulling him out of the fire. The biggest, most ambitious thing Iâve ever attempted - I still kind of canât believe I wrote 85k.
How did you get the idea for start by pulling him out of the fire?
Like most terrible ideas, it was spawned in a fandom discord chat. We were discussing the tendency of Steddie fics to centralize the party at Steveâs house, because his parents are never there anyway. And then someone mentioned what if the parents came home and found their house occupied, and someone else mentioned Wayne being there, and it just sort ofâŚspiraled out from there.
When writing start by pulling him out of the fire, what was something you didnât expect?
I had no idea, going in, that I was going to write a comprehensive history of the Wayne and Eddie Munson relationship. I started writing it where I did to give some background on Wayneâs existing distaste for the elder Harrington, and then I justâŚkept writing. Over the course of a month or two I wrote 20k of WayneAndEddie that I had no idea was in me - it just kept coming.
What inspired it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)?
@wynnyfryd. It was a gift for her birthday. We were talking about our mutual love of Letterkenny, and she mentioned that the episode was her favorite and wouldnât it be funny if someone wrote⌠and the rest is history.
What was your favorite part to write from it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)?
I had an unreasonable amount of fun with that one in general. But I think my favorite part was Eddie polling the party about what Steve means to them all. It was fun to sort of put myself in each characterâs shoes and think about how they would answer. Plus yâknow, any excuse to unironically love on Steve Harrington.
How do/did you feel writing so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey?
I believe my exact words upon deciding to write it were âjingles miserably to a blank google doc.â This was a classic case of saying âgod I wish there was a fic whereââ and having friends tell me that it was now my responsibility to write it. Iâm glad I did, though. I love that story, and it proved to me that I could write sex and publish it and not burst into flames. I also just really, really love summer storms. And Wayneâs use of the singular âherpe.â
What was the most difficult part of writing so let's sneak in from the cheap seats honey?
Getting over the fear of publishing something E-rated. It was just something I hadnât done, and I had a lot of anxiety that people were not going to respond well to it. I made three people individually review the sex scenes before I even asked anyone to beta the full fic. Of course I was worried for nothing, the reception for that fic was super lovely and gave me the confidence boost I needed to attempt start by pulling him out of the fire!
Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?
This is like asking me to pick a favorite child. Iâll say this: most of my favorite lines in start by pulling him out of the fire were taken directly from conversations @wormdebut and I had about the fic. Sheâs my number one cheerleader and sounding board, and sometimes sheâs so goddamn funny that I just have to include it. You have her to thank, for instance, for Steve quite literally dropping his croissant when he first sees Eddie in glasses.
Do you have any upcoming projects or fics youâd like to share/promote?
I have a couple of irons in the fire, but nothing Iâm ready to share just yet! Iâve been taking a breather from writing (blame baldurâs gate 3, okay) but my WIPs are still very much IP. Stay tuned!
Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?
Not that I can think of!
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I have been saving ep 4 of Wandee Goodday like a particularly delicious sweetie. Also I wouldn't allow myself to watch it until sorted out at least half of the mixture of clean, not clean but still too clean to wash, and dirty clothes from my chair and floordrobe.
I've done the floor - what more could be expected on a fine Bank Holiday weekend. So that's good enough and I just can't wait anymore!
Look at them holding hands when they're asleep! Gah. So cute.
My main takeaway is how do these lovely dumbasses not realise they're in love with each other yet? I mean they actually kinda know but haven't even admitted it to themselves. I suppose (as with Ming with Tong in MSI ) it's hard to realise that someone 10 times better than the one you've been crushing on for years is right in front - or possibly behind - you. At this point the old crush is just habit - or addiction.
Vying for the Best Bestie of the Year crown is, once again, our Ace king Plakao. He was full of clarity and throwing truth bombs this ep - I just love him to bits. Plus I approve of his business sideline.
In fact I like everyone, with the obvious exceptions of Ter and his cheerleaders. Fuck him and his dog in a manger attitude, and OF COURSE he lives in condo 666. Excellent. But don't talk about your fake relationship in the pool of the building that you share with him you eejits. I loved Dee standing strong - I'm very proud of him.
Anyway, they're already sniff kissing - I've never seen this come before kissing kissing in a BL before - it's so CUTE. And if we don't get Yak doing that same speech from the balcony scene to Dee - finished with The Kiss - I will annoyed.
And finally HPV vaccination info and promotion - it's just all so good. I fear there will be several episodes of doom coming soon though, and as the only two series I'm watching as they air are this and My Stand In I think I will need someone to line up support in the form of a therapist, cake and possibly booze.
#thai bl#asianlgbtqdramas#Wandee Goodday#Wandee Goodday ep 4#Dee X Yak#Yak x Dee#Great Sapol#Inn Sarin#Drake Satttabut#Plakao is our MVP yet again.#please give him a lovely romance#even the theme tune is a bop - reminds me of Khao's Only Friends song#roll on grandma next week
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January's Set of Fan Art/Doodles
OH GOD I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST THIS!! Good thing I just remembered before it was too late. I didn't get to draw and post this the day of but at least I got to post it before January ends.
I also tried to match the art style just like with other characters from other shows and stuff.
The set of Kindergarten fan doodles took forever to finish. It also felt forever getting back into the game. Idk why I put it off for so long I loved the game so much back in 9th grade.
Shit I failed to change the Hexley twin's sleeves back to long hhh
Characters from my January interests (besides Willow I just wanted to draw him). 4 characters I drew because of reactions, 3 because I got into them myself, and Alastor for both and because I'm also watching Hazbin Hotel with my parents and sister. Also I miss Geologist Randy, ngl. 𼲠And I didn't even watch 101DS yet I'm watching the 90s show first and there's like 65 episodes đ AND THE SECOND MOVIE AFTER đ idek if they matter for 101DS
I just felt like drawing them. Probably my two most favorite villains of WC. They were also the two most heart broken. Huh.
Just a quick draw of Hollyleaf (or Hollypaw cause of no scars). Nothing much to say on it I just drew her, just because.
Thanks for viewing my fan art! Hope you had a great January 2024!! đâ¨đ
Read more down below if you want to âŹď¸:
Oh and I also drew Warrior Cats x Hazbin Hotel AU. I had a blast with that, so if any one wants to see it let me know. (I also made a Warriors x BJHM AU a while back, not as proud of it as I am of WC x HH but I might show you that one before the other one just because its older).
There was gonna be another page of fan doodles but my tablet died and I don't think I'll have enough time to finish it when it's charged before midnight (my fault for putting it off tbh). So I'm gonna post it for February. Thanks for waiting on me to post it. Man am I hooked on new content this month and probably next month too. Can't wait to watch em.
I got a few sort of new fan art that I'll post next month just because I want to put in tags for them.
But anyway thanks again! Cya in February!! đâ¨đ
(curse the tag limit... Why couldn't it be 50 tags instead of 30?)
#ed edd n eddy#moral orel#101 dalmatian street#hazbin hotel#south park#twelve/origins#kindergarten nugget#kindergarten kid#felix huxley#ted huxley#theodore huxley#kindergarten carla#kindergarten monty#kindergarten cindy#kindergarten jerome#kindergarten penny#kindergarten lily#kindergarten billy#kindergarten agnes#orel puppington#clay puppington#da vinci dalmatian#alastor#randy marsh#antpelt#ashfur#mapleshade#hollyleaf#Multifandom#happy anniversary
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i really gotta get better about listening to my own brain and needs when i'm making things. i've been working on a video and i'm almost finished (yippee!!), but drawing this One Specific Frame was giving me trouble. i could have just brute-forced my way through it and finalized the initial sketch, since it was relatively good enough. but instead i left it and took a day off from working on the project, let myself recharge, and came back to the sketch with fresh eyes today. and what do you know, my redrawn sketch today is WAY better! now, i can finalize that frame and be genuinely proud of it, instead of just powering through on something i was less than happy with.
i hadn't done any other art stuff that day when i couldn't get my sketches to look right, so letting myself stop and have a break from the project felt sort of "unearned" i guess. but it's just. what i needed! and the break did what i needed it to do; i was able to come back later and make something i could be proud of.
anyway i guess this is me saying that, if you're like me and have this weird morality-complex about letting yourself rest, it's ok to take breaks, even if you feel like you haven't "earned" one yet :)
#rye.txt#growing up i got very accustomed to ignoring my own needs and just 'powering through' when i wanted/needed to get something done#which worked out relatively ok for me in school (banging my head against a wall until my brain absorbed information leading to exhaustion)#but now that im doing work that is ostensibly for my own enjoyment#i have a hard time divorcing myself from that mindset#i feel guilty if im not constantly working#which is. not great! so im trying to unlearn that#trying to let myself think 'ok my brain isn't brain-ing right now. so i should stop and rest/do something else'#my actual job is Very Emotionally Draining so sometimes i just. can't find the energy to work on my art#which sucks!! cause i love making art!! and then i think to myself 'maybe making art will make you feel better'#but then when i try it's like scraping the bottom of a dry well. trying to find water#when what i need to do is rest and let the water well up from the ground itself#but resting is HARD when you tie your self-worth to how much you can work#ough ok this got a little vent-y sorry guys#I don't want to let myself fall into the 'content creation' mindset. cause I don't think i make 'content' i make ART#and art isn't something you can just pump out mindlessly#good art. art that i can be PROUD of. that takes time and intent and energy. and I can't make that if im just scraping the bottom of a well#vent in tags#this whole post is just 'riley vs the concept that taking breaks is a moral failing'
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May Prompts
Today's prompt: hobby
The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 8)
Summary: A rebuke turns into something Rosie had only dared to hope for.
Eight Years Old
Dad and Papa, well, to be fair, mostly Dad, had a stern talk with me in the aftermath of my performance in the school play where I told the tale of The Tipsy Burglar that occurred a half year earlier. I had kept it a secret from them, which I knew was a bit not good, but I thought theyâd be pleased that I put Papa in the spotlight of that particular case, even if he was nowhere near London at the time. It turned out they werenât.
âYour choice of title isâŚâ Papa began.
âSherlock,â Dad said in a tone that told both Papa and me that this was not the time for humour.
Dad cleared his throat and began his lecture, asking me to keep quiet until he was finished.
âWe both appreciate that you love speaking about us and dramatize a little about Papaâs work.â
He sent a warning glare in Papaâs direction when he wanted to protest that it wasnât just Papaâs work, but Dadâs too, when he wasnât at his actual job as a doctor.
âWhat we donât fancy, is your changed personality of late. Youâve become cocky, using Papaâs fame to your benefit, to become a more interesting person, and that is just not on. You should be proud of who you are. In the long run, youâll end up with no audience or true friends if you continue down this road. It is you who matter, not who your family is, alright?â
Dad looked pointedly at me to see if I understood what he was trying to convey. I nodded.
âGood. We have a proposition for you. It has come up earlier as well, but back then we thought you were too young for this hobby, orâŚâ
I couldnât keep my mouth shut any longer, because those last words could only mean one thing.
âYou mean martial arts?â I asked hopefully.
A deep chuckle from Papa confirmed my deduction, and I threw myself into Dadâs arms.
âI promise Iâll be good, and I wonât be such aâŚâ
âAlright, best not finish that sentence,â Dad said mock serious.
***
Both my fathers had experience in this area. Sort of, anyway. Papa from fencing, Dad from rugby and the combat training when he was in the army.
I was euphoric by the prospect, but still a bit irked after the rebuke, so when two options were suggested, I obviously chose a third one.
âTaekwondo or kickboxing?â Papa asked expectantly.
âNeither,â I said defiantly, but regretted my tone immediately when Dad spoke my name in thatvoice.
âWatson,â Papa prompted, his tone also a bit harsh.
âSorry,â I said. âJiu jitsu. Please, let me.â
âI think that can be arranged,â Dad said. âYouâll learn self-defence, respect and humbleness as well as self-esteem. Not sure you need more of the latter, though.â
That elicited another chuckle from Papa. Dad turned to him, cocking an eyebrow, but the mirth on his face ruined is effort to look disapproving.
***
A week later, my martial art career started. Papa had wanted to fully equip me with the correct clothes, mouthguard, gloves and shin guards, but Dad suggested that we postponed the shopping spree until we were certain what was required. The web site had said that I only needed to show up in whatever clothes I found comfortable, so I chose tights and a t-shirt in a breathing material.
When we arrived in the dojo, I learned to bow every time I entered and departed. A sign of respect for the room where the training was executed.Â
âNo socks,â the trainer told us when several of the children skidded around on the mats.
The trainer wore a crisp white costume, called a Gi, and her black belt had three golden stripes, her name, and Japanese signs embroidered on it.
âI am Sensei Ida. Inside this dojo, youâll address me as Sensei. Understood?â
âYes, Sensei,â we said in more or less unison.
When the session was over, we promised our Sensei, that we would keep it up until we attained the black belt. Only two of us were successful at keeping that promise.
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