#come back you beautiful bast*rd

[xaniaz]

Kylo after 2nd vision -> wipes water off face-> water is real -> fist closes around it

Kylo after final vision -> Han Solo's dice -> dice disappear -> fist closes around it.

Here is Kylo, trying to destroy the past. But the the things haunting him are ghosts, they aren’t real. Even so they are real to him and the only way to get rid of them is by destroying them and himself. He isn’t very successful though, obviously he is still conflicted. I think he is starting to realise that obsessing over his past hurts are leading into his future ones. Now he is all alone, all the power, all the anger, but alone. This is his lowest point I believe.

Also, the dice disappear after Luke dies, but the force bond is still present after Snoke dies. One is real, the other is an illusion. i.e Snoke is a lying SoB.

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

These Fanfics of Shin and Carla of nice and all...but we want the story on how Carla Tsukinami stoke your ham sandwich! The greedy bast*rd he is...

Anon, this is one of my favourite asks ever and I love you. Thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to shamelessly insert myself into the world of DL I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)

I wrote myself as a nameless herione (because I don’t think most of you know my name) which also means you can treat it as a reader insert if you want to, but bare in mind this is based on how I would react in this situation and there are some details that are a bit specific to me.

“Hm, I wonder if I’m allowed up here?” The girl glanced back at the door to the rooftop of Ryoutei Academy, trying to spot any sort of kanji that could translate to “Keep Out” but found none. Shrugging to herself she concluded that if anyone caught her up here when she wasn’t supposed to be, then she would have to play the confused foreign student card and hope for the best.

A mild scolding seemed better than going back to the cafeteria anyway.

She looked down at the slightly sorry looking lunchbox in her hands and loosed a sigh. It was only her second day at her new school and already she felt herself desperately missing her friends and the familiarity of her old school. 

The other students had all been pleasant enough- aside from the boy with glasses in her class, who she’d caught eyeing the hemline of her skirt with obvious disapproval, as though it was somehow her fault that whoever made the school uniform had not done so with five foot nine female transfer students in mind- but the thought of trying to navigate getting food when almost all of the signs were in kanji she didn’t recognize made her gut roll with anxiety.

Besides at least the rooftop was pretty, with troughs of well kept roses lining the space and a perfect view of Kaminashi town, just beyond the iron railing, the lights from the small shopping district a warm glow against the midnight blue sky.

The girl walked over to the edge of the rooftop, intent on giving herself a moment to admire the townscape when a nearby rose caught her eye. It’s petals were such a dark red, they looked almost black in the modest illumination provided by the few lights lining the roof. She crouched down on the balls of her feet and set her lunchbox carefully to the side. Something about the scene, the dark flower with the night sky behind it, made her fingers itch with the urge to sketch it. 

“I don’t think I could do the dark colors justice with my watercolors and I can’t do realism with markers so maybe colored pencils would be best?” She muttered to herself she tried to find the perfect angle for some reference photos she could use later, while reaching into her pocket for her phone. “Acrylics could work I guess but I don’t have any canvas here and I-”

“What are you doing?” A low voice came from right beside her ear. The girl let out a high-pitched shriek and jolted in surprise, barely catching her balance in time.

She loosed a breath before turning her head in the direction of whoever had spoken, but before she could, they spoke again.

“Hahh, that’s no good… Hmph!” A rough shove sent her sprawling into the roses. Thorns scratched at her skin and she cursed as her hands plunged in the damp mulch, just barely stopping her from face-planting into the dirt. The rest of her however, was not so lucky, and she knew from the way her torso had landed in the soil that her skirt’s hemline had just become the least of her worries as far as her uniform was concerned.

A cruel laugh came from behind her and she turned to look up, filled with some mixture of anger and embarrassment. 

But whatever had been brewing petered out the moment she laid eyes on the culprit. He was quite possibly the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen; short choppy, strawberry blonde hair framed pale face with an eye the most incredible shade of gold. 

He was utterly stunning.

The effect was promptly ruined however, when he opened his mouth, face twisting into a sneer.

“Haha, how pathetic, crawling around in the dirt.” He continued to chuckle as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, wincing slightly at the way they stung where they’d scraped against the ground. 

“Heehhh, aren’t you going to say something?” The boy asked, the humor in his expression dying down as he regarded her as one might a spot of mould on a piece of bread. “Or is it that you’re so stupid, you can’t understand what I’m saying?”

The girl froze slightly, unsure how to navigate whatever was going on. Was this guy a bully? Her strategy for dealing with bullies until now had generally been to avoid them or ignore them, neither of which seemed like a good idea here.

“Oiii Miss idiot, are you going to keep ignoring me until I do something like this?” Before she could react the boy placed a heavy black boot on her hand and started to put his weight onto it.

Shit.

“What do you want from me?” She blurted out, praying silently that she hadn’t messed up the Japanese grammar, which really shouldn’t have been a concern given this encounter could feasibly end with a broken hand.

The pressure stopped briefly and she took the chance to tug her hand out from her under his shoe and get to her feet. The girl was a little surprised to find that the boy was no taller than she was, although his general aura of menace certainly made him intimidating enough without needing any extra height. 

“Ah, so you can talk. As for what I want… why don’t we start with an apology for shrieking in my ear earlier? It hurt you know?” He made a show of obnoxiously cleaning out his ear with his finger and the girl found herself completely lost for words. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, there were a lot of words swirling in her brain, all of them English and not to be used amongst polite company.

Biting back the urge to tell him to fuck off, she reminded herself that she was currently alone with this guy on a rooftop and angering him further probably would not end well. “I apologize for shouting in your ear, you surprised me. I’ll be going now.” Lunch forgotten, she went to make a hasty retreat to the rooftop door but was stopped short when the male put himself directly into her path. 

“Not so fast, you haven’t answered my question yet. What were you doing up here, sticking your head into the roses like some kind of animal?” The girl tried to keep her breathing even, as she felt panic rise in her veins.

“I wanted to take pictures as drawing references, I didn’t realize that-” an arsehole like you would show up “-someone else was already here, forgive me, I’ll be on my way.” She went to take a step around him, when the boy took a step towards her, forcing her to take one back. Soon her back was pressed up against the railing and she internally cursed.

“You just wanted to draw some pictures of the flowers? Isn’t that a bit childish? Well, I guess you still wear kid’s underwear so I shouldn’t be surprised.” The girl spluttered and instinctively went to yank down her skirt, a slightly ridiculous action, considering he must have seen everything when he pushed her earlier. 

“That-that doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she said, eyes on the ground as her face burned with shame. “Please, just let me leave.”

“You know, you still sound pretty demanding for someone who’s shaking and is covered in mud. Also,” he paused, sniffing the air briefly before glancing down at her knees, “ah I wondered where that awful scent was coming from, geez human blood really isn’t appealing at all.” The girl looked at her legs and caught sight of red liquid staining her knees, but that wasn’t what made her pause.

“Human blood? What are you-” A cold dread spread through her as she looked back up at the boy and the inhuman color of his iris. This had to be some sort of awful prank right?

“Oh, maybe I spoke too much, but that reaction isn’t bad, haha. Hey, what do you think I am?” He asked her, opening his mouth just wide enough to reveal a pair of gleaming white fangs.

“That’s… There’s no way… You can’t…” The girl struggled to process the image in front of her, trying to find some sensible sounding explanation. He had to be a nutjob with fake fangs right? A nutjob who liked to terrorize girls on rooftops and happened to go to a night school.

“Ah how boring. Shouldn’t most girls be crying with fear by now? I don’t want to but, would you react a bit more if I pierced you with these fangs?” He lowered his face and panic surged through her. Lunatic or something else, she had no intention of being bitten by him. The girl went to shove him away from her, but before she could blink he had her arms pinned above her head.

“It seems you still haven’t learned that I’m not the sort of person you should fight back against. Hey, how much would it take to make you cry?” His grip on her wrists tightened and she winced at the strength in his grip. “Your wrists are pretty thin, I’d barely have to use any of my strength to snap your bones.”

“Please stop!” She begged, as she silently prayed for someone, anyone to intervene.

“Oi Shin, what are you doing?” An incredibly deep voice came from the entrance to the rooftop and the girl said a silent word of thanks.

“Huh,” Shin looked over his shoulder, allowing the girl a glance at her savior. He was tall, with long white hair, that appeared dyed pink at the tips. A dark scarf covered the lower half of his face, while above it were a pair of piercing golden eyes. 

A shudder ran down her spine as her gaze locked with his for a moment, suddenly feeling a lot less safe than she had just a moment ago.

“Ah brother, I was just having a bit of fun.” The girl wasn’t sure which part of this statement horrified her more. That her so called savoir was actually related to the demonic pile of steaming garbage in front of her or that this was Shin’s version of fun. 

“That’s enough, we have matters to discuss.” The man walked over from the door to the roof, his footsteps stopping just behind Shin.

“Tch,” Shin let go of her arms, only to grip hold of her chin, moving his face uncomfortably close to hers. “Hey, if you tell anyone about what happened here, I’ll rip your tongue out, got it?” His fangs caught the light as he spoke, and the girl felt very close to tears as she muttered a soft yes. 

Shin flashed her that nasty smile of his before letting go. “Well then, get out of here!” 

Needing no further prompting, she hastily got away from him, pausing only to grab her school bag. As she did so, she caught sight of her lunchbox in the older boys hands and faltered. 

“Go!” Shin yelled and the girl concluded that the ham sandwich and peanut butter flavored chocolate bar contained in the hundred yen tupperware were not worth her life as she borderline ran to the rooftop door, slamming it shut behind her. 

***

Carla watched the girl flee from the rooftop with a dispassionate expression. 

“What exactly did you do?” He asked, more concerned with trying to keep their low profile as they furthered their objective than anything else.

“Nothing much, I just toyed with her a bit. She’s only a human so it doesn’t really matter does it? More importantly, why did you keep hold of that?” Shin nodded towards the plastic container in Carla’s hands. 

Carla said nothing as he opened up the box and pulled out a modest sandwich wrapped neatly in clingfilm. Removing some of the wrap, he sniffed it briefly before muttering.

“I thought so.”

Shin took a deep breath through his nose. “Ah, I see, a dry cured ham sandwich huh?”

“Normally I would never eat something prepared by human hands but to take away the taste of that polluted blood, it can’t be helped.” Carla lowered his scarf and took a bite of the sandwich, chewing a few times as he deemed it to be palatable before swallowing. “Oi Shin, take this.” He threw a plastic wrapped bar at his brother and Shin caught it without effort.

He turned it over in his hands before spotting the reason why his brother had given it to him. “Peanut butter huh? Well at least it seems that girl’s good for something.”

[pyrodragon3993-blog]

Hoenn Saga Team Maqubi's Journal Day 68: Light Up my Cave!

Yo everyone Skidds here. Blubba is dead... darn... he was so fat and jolly.... His PokeBall was tossed over the waterfall... wait... where's his ball!? Oh SH*T!!! He's right f*cking there! He's waving his fin at us! It's a miracle! But he can't swim up the waterfall without a command.... You know what you jolly sailor of a Wailmer? Go... go and be free! Live with your people and tell them the stories of the one and only Skidds.... Arceus speed you magnificent son of a beach! Anyways, where were we? Oh right, Victory Road. 

So Maqubi flew back to Lilycove to do some... business... and afterwards went to the PokeCenter. She got some intel that BiggleFoot won't be very helpful against the Elite Four, so she decided to go put that beautiful banana beard bast*rd in the PC. Cotton Jim is coming back with us, long time no see our fluffy friend. The Game is also coming back with us to fill Blubba's void. Since she's back with us... maybe I can raise some... checkpoints? Eh, I don't know games, but somehow she does. How does she know so much about games? It's like... it's like she LIVES in one.... 

Maqubi bought some Max Repels from the Department Store and flew back to Ever Grande City. Since Blubba is gone, we need someone to know Rock Smash, and Grampa was taught that instead of Pursuit. If anything, I don't want that chick to pursue me.... After spraying some Max Repel everywhere (seriously what is that stuff made of? It smells like... pee...) Maqubi ran through Victory Road. She climbed down a ladder and the cave was dark as the darkest abyss! Maqubi didn't need anyone with Flash though... she has her Maqubi sense! Never mind Shrury, Ken learned Flash.... Twinkle twinkle little Starmie how I wonder... how does it does that? 

Anyways, pushing some boulders out of the way, smashing some rocks, and battling some trainers, all in a Maqubi's day of work. I feel like we're halfway through the cave. For now, Maqubi is going to nap. Shury, Ken is tonight's night light. It doesn't really need to sleep, so it'll stand guard. Dang, I wonder if we make it to the Elite Four tomorrow? Kinda excited to be honest. Welp that's all tomorrow, I'm a nap.

[tellytantra]

Good bye, baby. His baritone voice reaches her from far, far away, drifting like an exotic butterfly in the haze of summer. Perhaps she's dreaming, she thinks and buries herself further into the covers and takes in the scents of oak moss and cedar and hints of peppermint with long, deep breaths. Her own personal narcotic. Her eyes blink open to search for the handsome features of her husband but find nothing. A momentary panic seizes her before a sleepy memory chases the fear away. He had left for the United States yesterday. With a sigh, she closes her eyes against nightmarish reality and wills herself to allow the dreams of being in his strong arms to fill her head. She nuzzles into the pillow, his pillow and let's her hand slide between her thighs as she feels the sweet lull of sleep taking over her, mixed with fond memories... Was it possible to hate someone so much that she felt she was going to catch on fire? Because Prerna was feeling exactly like that as she followed her husband into his mansion. "Mr. Bajaj..." she bit out. He showed no signs of stopping or turning back and continued up the stairs two at a time. "Stop, Mr. Bajaj!" Grinding her teeth together, she ran after him and pushed herself into his bedroom before he could close the door on her face. "You can't run from me." "Not now, Prerna." The words were a low growl in his throat, like a wolf warning off a rival from his territory. Lucky then that she was feeling a lot reckless that day. "I've told you time and again to leave them alone. Why did you insult Kakababu... Ow!" His hands encircled her upper arms and he dragged her towards the door. Realising what he intended, Prerna dug her heels to prevent his action. "No.. No. You can't throw me out." His face was impassive, devoid of any kind of emotion. Until his eyes met hers. Obsidian eyes. She wasn't sure if she had ever seen eyes like his. A true black. So black that it was impossible to tell where the irises ended and the pupils began. Presently, they were glinting with barely suppressed rage. Caught in them, she felt terrified. And completely alive. "I don't want to talk to you right now." He spat the words, pressing her to the door. The danger he was exuding and her hatred for him was making every nerve in her body sizzle with fire. She didn't understand what this feeling was but she wanted more. "But I want to talk," she said with a confidence that she was really not feeling. "You have no right. Absolutely no right to hurt the people I care about.." "Look at you." The disappointment on his face bothered her as much as the disdain in his voice. "You're pathetic." "And you're disgusting. You don't have the right to insult Anurag. You'll always be a gutter rat compared to him." The words were chosen with the intention to inflict the maximum hurt. She could barely suppress her crow of triumph when she saw the words find their mark. The glint had turned into full-fledged fire in the depth of his eyes. His hand tightened around her arms, almost to the point of pain. "Prerna." And his voice was calm. Like the lull before the storm. "You don't want to find out what happens when you play with fire." But she did. Desperately so. "Why don't you show me?" Her cl*toris is throbbing between her slick fingers. The memory of their first kiss plays in her head. The tangle of their tongues, the graze of his teeth against her lips and the yearning for something unknown. She had devoured him with the same urgency before she came to her senses, or had lost it and she had ended up slapping him soundly across his face.  She's so close. So damn close...  A loud knock on the door startles her. She feels like a bucket full of ice has been upended on her. "Go away," she snaps. "Madam, Maasi needs you to come downstairs instantly," Chandu says, his tone apologetic. Bloodsucking bitch. He hasn't called her. Not even once in the entire day. And now she refuses to call him on principle. That doesn't stop her from directing alternate glances of longing and annoyance at her mobile phone as she gets ready for bed. The force of her glare then turns to the empty space on the bed where he would have slept if he was here with her. "Heartless bast*rd," she says out loud. "Money-minded jerk." Prerna storms to their shared wardrobe and throws the doors open. As she is looking for her nightgown, her eyes find his wine coloured shirt and refuse to budge. In a fit of whimsy, she pulls the shirt out and presses it to her face, breathing in deeply. She is reminded of the days she had spent in the confused agony of his absence after their first kiss. She had yearned for one glimpse of him, one word from him. But in vain. Instead, for close to a month she had been left in the company of his family members and the silence of his house. Until she found out from Chandu that he had returned. She stood in the doorway, partly hidden from view as she watched him padding around barefooted in a pair of dark trousers and a white shirt which he was in the process of discarding. Her plans of announcing her presence with a discreet cough scattered like dandelion petals on a breeze as he dropped the garment on the bed and walked to his wardrobe. Prerna was aware that he was a handsome man. In a purely objective way of course. She'd have to be blind to not notice that much. But with his shirt off, Mr. Bajaj was a different specimen of male beauty altogether. The ripple of the muscles on his back as he pulled out and replaced garments was riveting to say the least. Prerna stamped down on the mad urge to go and examine his tattoos from close proximity. To touch his bare skin. "Why are you hiding in the shadows?" he asked as he put his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. She was so startled that she hit her hand on the doorknob. "Sh*t." He left the shirt unbuttoned as he turned towards her. With a wave of his first two fingers, he gestured her to come closer. Like how a bloody colonist would summon a native servant. It should be beneath her but the look in his eyes made not obeying him impossible. "You're bleeding," he observed. Prerna became aware of  the pain in her fingers. "Oh." His hand encircled her wrist and he lifted her hand to his lips. He lapped the blood off her index finger like an exotic elixir. The warmth of his mouth around her finger resonated in the depths of her stomach. "Rishabh," she moans his name, just as she had moaned it then. But this time, his groan doesn't follow. Prerna wears the shirt to bed, instead of her nightgown. She was in bed with the devil himself. She should've known her husband didn't possess a single iota of mercy in his body. But she begged nevertheless. "Please... Please let me come." The rythmn of his fingers inside her slowed instead of hastening. Dark eyes pinned her down with their javelin-like weight. The curve of his mouth was unbearable cruel. "Not yet." Once again, her org*sm receded, leaving her quivering under him. Her hands fluttered down to his shoulders out of their own violation and moved down his back, raking his skin with her nails. "Prerna..." Her name left his lips in a strange mixture of need and warning. "Keep your hands where you were told to keep. Else..." She didn't need to be told twice. She fisted the sheets beside her head. Her readiness to obey was awarded by a swipe of his thumb against her sensitive nub. The motion he found that time was just the right amount of stimulation to make her gasp in pleasure. "Yes... Yes!" But he stopped once more. Although this time it was because of her phone ringing than any desire to torture her further. The name flashing on the screen, caused a scowl to appear on his face. Anurag Prerna hastily disconnected the call and turned to cradle the face of her husband in her hands. But before she could say anything, the phone started ringing again. "Take it," he said, disentangling himself from her. As she began to shake her head, he repeated himself but in a hard tone that made her obey him instantly. "What is it?" Prerna spoke into the cellular device. Before she could catch a reply though, before she could disconnect, her husband had her pinned under his weight. His fingers were replaced by his cock in one smooth glide and he set a punishing rythmn, drilling her into the bed. "Beg for it, Prerna," he growled. "You beg so prettily" "Please, please... Rishabh please." Prerna can hear the phone ringing and jolts awake. Snatching it from the bedside table, she sees her husband's name on the screen. It's Mr. Mehra's voice, however, that greets her ears. "Ma'am, Bajaj sir is asking you to look for a file." Prerna's eyes find the clock in the room. 03:21, it reads. "Tell your sir to go to hell." His warm breath grazes the shell of her ear. Prerna buries her head into his shoulder and presses her whimpers of need against the skin of his throat. The shudders that wrack his frame wakes her from her sleep. He's looking down at her with tenderness and unabashed want. "Did you miss me, baby?" Prerna nods empathetically, the ire she'd been feeling throughout the week, melting under his smile. His hand moved under the covers. On realising that she's been wearing his shirts to bed, his smile becomes a grin. "Distance has made your heart grow foolish, my love." Their lips meet in a hungry kiss as Prerna's hands deftly divest him of his tie and jacket. "Foolish wife, indeed," he whispers as he slips under the sheets. Aryapdane

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