#comic 2952

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #2952 - January 30th

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To Save The Morphin' Grid

by Ragnark517

What if the Rangers lost their last battle with the evil Lord Drakkon and his forces? What if the rangers that survived were forced to retreat? What if they had the power to jump one last time. And what if that last jump brought them to the MHA universe?

This story deals with a scenario where Lord Drakkon was able to defeat and conquer the power rangers of multiple universes and timeline, forcing the survivors to board the Mega Ship and flee. The survivors jumped through the fabric of the universe as they had done many times before but they land in a world where superpowers exist, heroes are a thing and power rangers never appeared. This world has a strong connection to the Morphin' Grid. Will this help the survivors face the forces of Lord Drakkon?

How will Izuku, All Might, and the rest of the MHA universe react to their sudden appearance? Do they trust them or do they fight each other?

There will be a lot of deaths in the story, especially with the cast of the power rangers because Drakkon is brutal as hell.

Words: 2952, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Power Rangers, Power Rangers (Boom! Comics), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Power Rangers (2017)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Tommy Oliver, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Kimberly Hart, Jason Lee Scott, Lord Drakkon (Power Rangers), Alpha 5, Kira Cook (Power Rangers), Sky Tate, Jack Landors

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Tommy Oliver, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Utsushimi Camie, Madison Rocca/Nick Russell

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60764485

[ao3feed-superbat]

[超蝙]别随便答应任何事

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4HBEz67 by 0701152521 蝙蝠侠答应了超人一些事情，现在他很后悔(也许并不？) Words: 2952, Chapters: 1/1, Language: 中文-普通话 國語 Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: 触手 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4HBEz67

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

[超蝙]别随便答应任何事

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wPDlB30 by 0701152521 蝙蝠侠答应了超人一些事情，现在他很后悔(也许并不？) Words: 2952, Chapters: 1/1, Language: 中文-普通话 國語 Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: 触手 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wPDlB30

[prinx-quail]

The past 9 days of that dang art challenge I-

Ok we got SCPs hanging out (scp 023, scp 1111 and scp 2952) with more SCPs, A meme(049 and 035), and a crossover (682 and 053) in that order.

[curiouscarnifex]

A Non Exhaustive List of SCP Articles That Aren't Horror

SCP-7000: based on the idea of luck and probability going haywire. Some "the world could end" is present but along the lines of a high stakes scifi or fantasy movie.

Most of the article is focussed on a comically unlucky researcher and the odd side effects of probability becoming anomalous

SCP-7490: An SCP agent with an aura of bad luck, starts slightly sad but by the end is both touching and very hopeful

SCP-1915: A reality warper whose effect is making sure his days always stay as they normally do

SCP-5031: It's a monster that's invisible when directly observed, and despite that premise there is no horror at all. The story is both heartwarming and a masterclass in how to use a format to enhance a story

SCP-4999: An apparition that's appears to comfort those who are alone while dying. It's a bittersweet article but there's no horror, just an entity whose purpose is to provide comfort

SCP-2726: A group of hackers created an online ghost of their friend after he dies. No horror or evil involved just a funny conversation between a researcher and a tech ghost gamer bro

SCP-3583: An anomalous schoolbus that drives itself and when you look out the windows it seems like its driving through a hell dimension. However no one has ever been hurt on its route, its always on time, it follows all safety laws, and its impossible to contain, it just demanifests and reappears the next day to drive its route.

As the principal of the school says "Whatever it is, it pretty clearly wants to be a schoolbus. And it's not doing that bad a job. I mean, hell dimension aside, it's got a perfect safety record. Been doing this five years, and it's never so much as had a kid get hurt in a fight. I've had living drivers who can't say that"

SCP-2952: Its a 30 thousand km corgi that acts as a subway system for fairies

SCP-2295: A teddy bear that is able to heal almost any injury via plush and fiber arts

SCP-4264: A lesson plan that gives people complete knowledge of the subject there-in and tells the story of a teacher breaking the laws of physics for his students

SCP-3934: Its the Loch Ness Monster, the foundation has a conservation program going for them

SCP-3338: A bunch of otamatones that pop up in people's apartment and if treated well manifest money for the person living there each month

This is definitely not an exhaustive list by any means but its a decent place to start. Also if people want I can do another post for the Tales on the site as well

Tagging people who expressed interest below, sorry this took so long

@iceslushii

@bitegore

@moronicprincess

@ahworm

@basic-bamboo

@thepastisaroadmap

@ickyprincetothesun

[vaguely-problematic]

me, after reading the news these days

[scpspider]

long dog

@strikerpikachu

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

All my love to your sister

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/347vMWC

by Sunnytyler001

The timeline is broken, and now the Multiverse reigns supreme, which means, more chaos! A Loki from another timeline has come, and tricked the Iwaldisons to work for him for free. And of course, he left a note, bringing more trouble for the Loki of this timeline. First, he is accused of his variant's crimes, but then, he becomes intrigued by what his variant wrote... "All my love to your sister"... Loki suddenly needs to meet this sister of the Iwaldisons, and see for himself if she is truly worthy of "all his love"...

Words: 2952, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Victory Bringer

Fandoms: Loki (TV 2021), Thor (Movies), Thor (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sigyn (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Idunn (Marvel), President Loki (Loki TV), Iwaldi (Marvel), Nabbi and Daenne are Sigyn's brothers

Relationships: Loki/Sigyn (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Enduring Bond universe? XD, This is the fic of a fic, but you can read it without having read the fic in question, Victory bringer series, roruna made me do it XD

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/347vMWC

[those70scomics]

Those ‘70s Comics: 2952

Inspired by episode 701 – “Time Is On My Side”

[ao3feed-stony]

allegro

by starvels (dinosaur)

Under Steve’s artist eyes, Tony’s living a lively pace. Clutching his secrets like fresh water pearls, he vaults between feeling he is profoundly seen and being profoundly found out.

Words: 2952, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of continuing drabblefest

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), Marvel

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Artist Steve Rogers, Mutant Powers, Purple Prose, Character Study, Trans Character, Trans Steve Rogers, Technopathy, holy shit what's happened to Tony?

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/30559355

[sunnyie-eve]

Part 12 - Destroyed Our World

Series: Weak Spot | Hunters

Word count: 2952

Warnings: Language

Last 

While Jonah went in for a check-up to see Dr Mann, I stay at his place reading through the file again and Ruth's letter for the hell of it. As I wake up from a very small nap my brain filled with information. "Friedrich Mann. Plastic Surgery. Ran away November 4th. Escaped November 4th. Created a new identity. He learned everything there was to know about him. Something Pretender something Tongue? The way he looked at Meyer like he knew knew him." All these thoughts ran through my head, "Oh my fucking god! He's the fucking wolf! It makes sense why Tilda called him the biggest charlatan. Great pretender, Clever tongue. Then the guy was part of the medical team that's why he looked at Meyer. Fuck Jonah!"

I had no clue where he was at the moment but I had a hard gut feeling he was at Meyer's. I quickly drive over there going slightly over the speed limit in a rush. When I get to his house I swing the door open to see him staring at Meyer. "You didn't say it." He says confused and I stay quiet. "What?" Meyer asks him and I see that Mann was dead. "The Kaddish. Before you- before you killed him, you didn't-you didn't say it." Jonah was trying to figure why he didn't say it. "A beast like this deserves a prayer, Jonah? No prayer for him." Meyer asks him so I finally speak up. "It's the monsters among us who deserve prayer most of all." I stop besides Jonah making him look at me lost. "Monsters deserving prayers? Who said that- one of your comic books?" He jokes a little.

"You... said that. You said that." Jonah tells him. "I said that?" He says fixing a drink. "You has the same nightmare every night. You told my Safta. It was in her letters. When you found him,you must pray for him before you-you kill him. You said that." He spits out trying to understand everything. "Well, if course, but..." Meyer tries to cover his ass. "Well, what?" I glare at him. "How... What, you don't remember?" Jonah asks him. "Jonah." Meyer says. "You has the same nightmare every night. How do you not remember that?" I watch Jonah start to get frustrated. "But it was a long time ago, kindelah. The... You know, when you're older... harder to remember." Meyer walks around. "Yet you remember everything else?" I ask him while Jonah thinks to himself.

"Jonah, The Wolf learned everything there was to know about Meyer, except the things that couldn't be taught." I hold on to his arm whispering to him while he was mumbling. "Zuchs escaped November 4th." I grab his hand. "November 4th" He repeats after me. "And November 4th was the last time Ruth saw Meyer." I could see in his eyes that he was going over everything, "The prayer." He says again. "It's him Jonah. He's The Wolf." He looks into my eyes then over at the man we thought we knew. "What's wrong?" He asks us. "It's you. It's you?" You could hear how hurt he was. "What?" Zuchs asks. "Y-You're Wilhelm Zuchs. You're..." Jonah says and Zuchs finishes it, "The Wolf."

"I thought we would have more time." He says taking a seat. "Wh...What?" Jonah asks him. "We needed more time." He says not adding to it. "How? How? How is it... What the fuck did you do? Tell me. Tell me. What the fuck did you do?" Jonah goes towards him but I stay back not wanting to mess with him right now. "The Soviets has taken over the camp, and they were going to hang me. I found a way to get out of the cell. But I needed the papers to escape, so I... I snuck into the tent where... where the man I came to know better than anyone was, uh..." He used his hand to his head. "And you k... you-you killed him? Is that... is that what you're gonna say? You killed him, right? Say it. Say it." Jonah shouts at him. "I killed him. Right where he slept. I took him outside to the woods. And then, uh...I buried him there." Zuchs explains.

"And, what, what, what, you just walked out of there? You took his papers? You took his name? You just walked right out of there?" Jonah was slowing boiling up. "I left your Safta his necklace. Then wrote her a note, um, as Meyer that I couldn't be with her anymore because she was there when I had killed 11 men. And I c..." I cut him off, "You made Meyer kill three of my uncles that night." I was going to go on Jonah cuts in. "No, no, You..." He stops. "What?" He asks Jonah. "You have the tattoo the scar." He points at him. "He gave them to himself, Jonah." I take a few steps towards them and he nods his head, "With, um, one of them... penknives and ink. I manger to escape to Berlin. But on the streets," I cut him off now. "A survivor recognized you and started to scream didn't they? You got away but knew the name Meyer wasn't good enough." I say making me agree, "I had to become him. I went to an SS surgeon, who happens to be...this man who sits dead before us." He looks over at the man he just killed.

"I transferred to this man my entire savings, and he gave me a mask, which... is what you see today." Zuchs says motioning to his face. "And you.. and, what, you just... You came to America as Meyer Offerman. Everything that you told me. You told me all this... Everything that you said - - every-every story, every-every blessing." Jonah rants. "All true, Jonah." Meyer stands ups. "No, no, but they're his. They're his to tell. They're-they're his to give. They're not yours." Jonah starts to raise his voice. "Well, I was..." He starts to say again and I start to get pissed too. "They're not yours. They don't belong to you." I walk beside Jonah. "I was there. I saw." Meyer walks up to Jonah. "It wasn't enough for you to f... Get the fuck away from me! Wasn't enough for you to torture him? To force him to kill, then kill him. You take his heart, his soul, his fucking blood. Me, my Safta. Leah, and her family members too. You had to... Was this a fucking game for you?" Jonah asks him boiling.

"It wasn't a game, Jonah. It was... 30 years I lived as a Jew, I saw as a Jew, I thought as a Jew. You know, I finally woke from the coma of hatred, and I saw the evil I had done to your grandparents... And the Leah, the few of your family members and your grandparents. Your grandfather Oskar, was going to be saved because he helped Jews to freedom and at the time I was pisses because he was on my team. I then realized that I was the villain of my own story. You don't recover from that." Jonah was going to speak up but I beat him to it, "What us to take fucking pity on you? We don't give a shit what the fuck you went through. You're a fucking Nazi." Jonah grabs my arm from going up to him.

"I'm not a Nazi." He says pissing me off. "Of course you're a fucking Nazi." Jonah shouts at him. "I was never a Nazi. No matter what. The Reich was nothing to me." Meyer says is sup mad as he goes to tell us that it's the power that they gave him made him evil. "You saw the evil that you did. How saw it, and you kept going. You kept playing that fucking part. You loved it." Jonah tells him. "I didn't love it." He tells him back. "You lives all this shit, didn't you?" He asks him. "You can't know what a hell it was like to be Meyer." He says making us shocked, "Hell? Hell?" We both say. "I had a mother. I had a father. I was a person, too. I had to kill the person I was to be Meyer." He then goes to tell us he didn't plan this that he had to commit to the whole Jewish faith.

"I became a Jew." He says making me laugh. "No, you're not a fucking Jew. No." Jonah spits at him. He then goes to tell us a little story about how a year ago Ruth showed up and showed him the light. That she gave him the opportunity to finally do something right. "If she really knew who you were she wouldn't give you the opportunity to do shit because she would have killed you." I tell him walking towards him but Jonah puts his arm out stopping me. "What, you thought it your redemption or some shit?" Jonah asks making him get up. "No, I don't look for redemption!" He yells at Jonah. "You'll never get redemption." Jonah tells him only making him repeat himself. "You'll never get forgiveness." Jonah follows him. "I don't seek it! I don't deserve it. The Hunt is my penance, because it gives me purpose, finally. In The Hunt, I find myself. I'll kill for The Hunt. I'll die for The Hunt." Zuchs says pissing me off.

"Oh you're gonna find yourself in The Hunt alright... Dead. The Hunt isn't yours. It doesn't belong to you." I say finally realizing Jonah has had his hand in the gun in his pocket. "Who does it belong to, then?" He asks us. "It belongs to the 11 million who cry from their graves for justice, that's who. It belongs to Saddia who way before The Hunt looked into Operation paperclip, Aila who you killed because she was close to figuring you out. It belongs to Leah... It belongs... to Ruth. It belongs to Meyer. It belongs to me." Jonah says slightly shocking me. "You? Hmm?" Zuchs chuckles. "Yeah." Jonah says serious. "By what right?" He asks. "Birthright." I tell him. "Birthright?" He repeats. "Yeah. Birthright." Jonah says.

"You turned away from The Hunt the first time you heard about it. You took the easy way out. Who was it that got you back? Me." He asks Jonah and he looks back at me. "How could you be trusted to do what is necessary?" Zuchs starts to push his buttons. "Cause my grandfather did. Cause my Safta did. And they're part of me. They are me." He tells him. "Do you want to kill me? You want to become the leader of The Hunt? You'll have to do what is necessary, and you can't, can you? Because you need me." He tells Jonah thinking he won't do it but I knew he would. Jonah was too gone to stop at this point because he had his mind set in. "I fucking found you. I found you." Jonah corrects him. "Jonah, don't let him him destroy your life more." I try to tell him as he grips the gun in his pocket.

"What are you going to do?" He asks Jonah. "You destroyed my fucking world." He says pulling out his gun to his side. "Jonah, I know how much he deserves this. But this is what he wants from you." I tell him from behind him. "You think I want to live? Go ahead. Only The Hunt lives." He tells Jonah and I swear I hear Ruth's voice tell Jonah no as he starts to recite Mourner's Kaddish. "You can't do what you think is necessary." Zuchs says as Jonah says Amen shooting him making me flinch. Jonah puts his gun down pulling out his knife walking over to Zuchs plunging it in his lung. "It's you. M-Meyer." Zuchs says laying in the floor before dying.

Jonah looks over at me with my hand over my mouth and tears in my eyes. "I did what needed to be done. For Meyer and Ruth. What he did to them. I kept their promises." I see his hand start to shake and I run over to him take the knife out of his hand wrapping my arms around him. "I understand you hate me, I understand you don't want me." His eyes start to water so I cup his face in my hands, "I'm not mad and I'm not leaving your side. Now is when you need me the most. Actually where we need each other the most." I give him a kiss.

In the aftermath of this, Jonah and me sits with the group and reveals the truth about who Meyer really was. Of course no one really wanted to believe what we had told them and had a hard time letting it sink in. "No. No, no, no. No!" Joe shouts. "Jonah. Leah." Roxy calls is but we stay quite. "What the fuck did you do, huh? What the fuck did you do?!" Lonny grabs Jonah making me jump up and Mindy start to scream. Joe pulls Lonny away who rushes out calling Meyer's name. "Meyer Offerman is dead." I shout as Jonah get out of his chair. "He died 30 years ago at a DP camp, the hands of this motherfucker, The Wolf. Who also killed Leah's grandparents and other family members. It's done." Jonah says marking out The Wolf's picture.

Another day we all band together, expect for Joe because he apparently packed up and left and Mindy went to go live with Any. Jonah rallies the troop and we tell them that Millie is now hunting us in America. Harriet takes the opportunity to discuss moving out of America and taking the fight into Europe instead. "Yeah, I could definitely use a getaway." Lonny says putting the picture down Harriet passed out. "Let's find these fascist fucks." Jonah says and we all look at each agreeing. "Eastern Europe loves Lonny Flash." Lonny says making me smile. "Oh here we go again about The Lonny Flash." I try to joke lighting up the mood. "Again, you love me no matter what. Also, you two. I swear if you start... Now that Leah moves in with you. We don't need newborn baby hunters." He points between me and Jonah making the girls laugh.

Back at Jonah's I suggest that he try making Ruth's Chicken soup and he was down with it long as I helped. "Jonah, that's not how you cut the vegetables." I laugh at him. "Ugh, move over." I bump him with my hip out of the way. "I didn't know there was a certain way to cut vegetables." He moves closer to me. "How old are you again. You are the age where you drink, smoke and other adult things, but can't cut vegetables right." I smile up at him. "Well... You-you know... that's what I have you for." I laugh shaking my head. "And then what when I'm gone?" I ask putting the vegetables in the soup. "I don't see you leaving anytime soon." He says as I work. "Well I mean like, when we're not. You know, this..." I look up at him.

"Well I actually don't plan on you ever leaving my side even after we both die. Plus you are always going to be my best friend. As for this... I want to be with you and only you it our time on earth is up. I need you Leah. We need each other and we're all we have." He grabs my hand, "You do remember we are are only nineteen right. Things can still happen between us." He nods his head, "I have faith in us and you are the only reason I feel the need to keep going. Safta was right that we were made for each other." My eyes start to tear up, "She said that?" He nod his head giving me a sweet kiss, "Now let's eat." We make our bowls and sit ace from each other at the table. "So now is my new title officially girlfriend?" I ask him and he shakes his head no with a smile, "More like the love of my life. How is it for me?" He asks, "The love of my life too."

[jasenlex]

ISOLATED COMIC BOOK PANEL #2952 title: HOT ROD CARTOONS #39 - P38:4 artist: UNKNOWN year: 1968

[lycorogue]

New Story: Love Taps

I did it! I was stumped for a little bit there as I focused on my Meet My OCs series and my blog post (which I still haven’t written for this week), but I managed to write up my monthly completed piece of fiction! Whoot!

I jumped fandoms a touch here, but you have to follow inspiration, right?

So, I’d like to present to you my first Fruits Basket fanfic.

You can also read Love Taps at any of these three sites: on AO3, on FFN, or on DA

This story is dedicated to @chibisunnie for inspiring the plot bunny in the first place. It’s always gold when we get to chat! :D 

**Disclaimer: I haven't had the chance to start up Fruits Basket Another or the Three Musketeers Arc, so I'm sorry if I have some inconsistencies. I tried my best via the wiki pages...  ***UPDATE: I have now read FBA and there ARE inconsistencies, mostly with Hajime and Sawa’s personalities, and I don’t really ship them now that I’ve read the story buuuuut I’m leaving this unedited. Oh well.... 

Also, this story is about Adult Tohru, so there will be spoilers if you don’t know who Hajime is.

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Love Taps

Kyo's little head bonks carry more meaning and more love than anyone could ever truly know. Anyone besides maybe Tohru, who reflects on an entire lifetime of receiving the loving raps on the noggin.

One-shot

Word Count: 2952 Rating: General Audiences

**Warning: Contains lots of fluff, you might want your dentist on stand-by

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I think I've always known, at some level, that his little bonks on my head were a sign of his affection. It's very fitting for him; to show love with his fists, but in a gentle manner. Those head bonks have always been so dear to me, because they proved that he saw my faults, but wanted a connection to me anyway.

"Kyo? Kyo! I- I think my water just broke! Oh no! What do I do? I know we studied this, but it's really happening!" I paced in a tight little circle, liquid dripping down my leg. "Should I clean this up so it won't stain? Should I go change? I probably need to soak my clothes so they won't stain. Do I have time to do so? Do we have the overnight bag packed? Is my mother's picture in the bag?" I held my pregnant belly as I leaked further onto the floor, unsure which direction to go. That's when I got that delicate bonk on the crown of my head. It startled me still, made me blink a few times as I re-focused, and arched my head back.

"You need to just focus on you and the kid. I've got everything else, you hear me? You always find a way to worry about the wrong things." Kyo already had our overnight bag slung over his shoulder, and was moving to grab my mother's picture to place inside the bag. "Now, if you feel gross, go wash off your legs, otherwise, we should get going."

"Um, I- I don't want to get the seats messy."

"I already have towels so you won't, but we do have a minute for you to wash if you stop dawdling."

I shook my head. "No. I'll be fine. We should get going."

He then smiled at me. "You're going to do amazing." He walked over, wrapped his free arm around my waist, and rested his forehead on mine. "Remember how insanely strong you are the whole time, okay?"

As I nodded, he ushered me out the door so we could meet our son.

That was the beauty of those head bumps. He wanted me to focus. He wanted to help reset me as my world was spinning around me; when I wasn't focusing on the right things, or when I wasn't focusing at all. They were never rough, and they weren't judgmental. Instead, they were always filled with love. In fact, I think I blushed the first time he bonked the side of my head because I knew the love he shared with that action. Part of me must have known that those bonks carried words Kyo couldn't quite say.

Words like 'you worry too much' or 'you need to focus so you'll be safe' or 'I like having you around' or 'please, don't leave me' or even 'you know I love you, right?' Sometimes, they carried the question that weighed the most on Kyo's mind: 'How could you possibly love someone so much?'

"Tohru, we have to go." Kyo sighed as he leaned against the classroom door. He gave an apologetic shrug and head shake towards the teacher.

"It's my baby's first day!" I squeezed our son close to me, and his little arms wrapped around me just as tight. "It's going to be a full day without seeing his adorable face, or hearing his sweet voice, or running around the yard with him."

"I want you to stay, Mama!" Hajime nuzzled his head into my shoulder. "Can't you go to school with me?"

"Okay, enough of this." Kyo softly grumbled. He then took strong and pointed steps towards us before – bonk, bonk – both Hajime and I got little knuckle raps on the sides of our head.

We both blinked, and pulled away from each other as we tried to register what just happened. We turned to Kyo, who blew out a calming breath before resting his hands on our son's shoulders, centering him to face his father.

"You know how a lot of people come to visit us, just to hang out? Just because they miss us?"

Hajime nodded as he wiped a couple of tears away.

"Those are all of your mother's friends-"

"Kyo-" They weren't just my friends. They were his as well, and more importantly, they were his family; I was just the one lucky enough to join that loving clan.

Kyo held up his hand to still my protest. "Those are your mother's friends, and she helped them become mine as well. Do you want lots and lots of friends like her?"

Hajime nodded vigorously, borderline comically.

"Well, then you need to be kind like she is. And you need to be welcoming. Most importantly, you need to talk to them, and show them your big heart. It may not work at first. You may be teased, but you'll then find others just as kind as you, and they'll be your friends for life. Then you won't need anyone else. You got that?"

"Uh-huh."

"It won't work if you are only with your mother, though. Now, turn around." Kyo physically pivoted Hajime so they were both looking into the classroom, Kyo kneeling behind our son and whispering into his ear. "Look at how many friends could be waiting for you in this room. Don't you want to meet them?"

"I do!" Hajime bounced on his toes, a grin stretching almost impossibly far across his face.

"Then go meet them, and we'll see you once school is done. Okay?"

"Okay, Daddy." Hajime squeezed both of us tight before turning and sprinting off to meet his classmates.

"As for you." Kyo stood, and held out his hands to lift me to my feet as well. "He'll be fine, and you need to trust that he'll be fine." He discretely tapped my chest just above my heart. "Just as your mother is always with you, know that you're always with him; watching over him, even when you can't physically be there. Besides, he's in good hands, isn't he?" He addressed the teacher, who looked slightly less exasperated now that my overly-affectionate display had ended. The teacher nodded and gave us a small smile.

"Okay, we can go." I hugged Kyo's forearm to prevent me from shooting forward and scooping up our beautiful child again. Resting his head on the top of mine, Kyo escorted me out of the classroom.

That was probably the greatest thing about those head bonks. They were an anchor. They helped ground me, and even Hajime on occasion. When I was being tossed about in a sea of emotions, Kyo's raps on the side of my head kept me from floating off. Kept me from floating away from reason; floating away from public decency; floating away from alertness; floating away from reality, even.

As I grew older and more mature, the less I needed that anchor; Kyo simply existing in my life was enough. He taught me how to be more alert; how to stay more focused on what truly was important. Having Hajime also helped greatly with that. Soon, Kyo only bonked me on the head once a month. Once a season. Eventually, I realized he had only rapped me on the head once that whole year. Part of me wondered if I should purposely start to let myself drift again; daydream again. Something to call out for Kyo to tap the side of my head. Because I missed it.

I think he missed that connection as well. We hugged. We kissed. We held hands. We snuggled next to each other. None of it was quite the same though, as much as I loved all of it. I think he felt the same way, because the meaning of the tap changed. It now became more of a way to silently tell me 'I know' or 'I feel the same way' or 'it hurts me too, but we'll manage.'

"Uh, I guess he forgot about me?" Sawa-chan shook her head and hid an exasperated chuckle behind her bridal bouquet. Kyo stood beside her, sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I can't believe how grown up you are!" I nuzzled Hajime's cheek with my own and held him close. My make-up was probably ruined from sobbing all day, but I didn't care. "You found yourself a wonderful girl, and I'm so proud of you!"

"Tohru," Kyo growled. "Must you?"

"But he's married now! Our baby's all grown up, and I couldn't be prouder of him. And look at how handsome he is! He reminds me of you when we got married."

"Do you really think so, Mom?" Hajime's voice squeaked and he pulled me in closer. "I'm only this amazing, and know how to include such fantastic people in my life, because of you and Dad. You truly are the best, Mom. I couldn't do any of this without you."

We started crying into each other's arms, and I only just barely heard Sawa-chan squeaking an "um" before I felt that head bonk. I pulled away from my son, and saw his blank expression as he also tried to comprehend what just happened.

"You two are pathetic, you know that, right?" Kyo shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks. "It's not like we're never seeing him again, and it's not like we don't have other kids for you to dote on. Let the boy grow up, will ya?" He then grabbed Hajime's left bicep, and yanked him from my arms. In a swift motion he shoved our son on the back; just enough to push him into his wife. "That's the woman you should be smothering with hugs!"

"No, I get it," Sawa-chan joked, "I'll always be second-fiddle to Haa-chan's mother."

"Pfft, don't call me by that nickname." Hajime scoffed, but there was the same twinkle in his eye Kyo used to have whenever he tried to pretend he didn't appreciate my affection.

Sawa-chan didn't seem deterred, and she pulled him into a chaste kiss to lure him into a hug and quick dance.

"And as for you," Kyo came back over and placed his hand on the top of my head, palming it like a basketball. "Let the kids have their day, will ya? Come on, let's enjoy the party." He then started walking away, pulling me along by the head. It kept me a couple of hops to catch my balance, and after a few paces he shifted his hand from my scalp to my back. He gently directed me to a corner, where he kissed me, whispered to me how much the day reminded him of our wedding, and we danced to the slow song playing.

He had felt the same pain I did. That same longing for our little boy again. He couldn't handle Hajime being old enough to marry either. Yet he was strong, and he helped me stay strong that day as well. He let me know with that head tap that it wasn't the time to be sad. It was the time to look ahead at the wonderful life our son was about to start. A wonderful life that somehow lead to me getting frequent head bonks again.

"We're not going to have this battle every time, are we?" Sawa-chan arched her eyebrows as she looked over at Hajime.

"Sorry, dear, but I don't think it can really be helped. I mean, look at her?" Hajime gestured towards me cradling my granddaughter, my eyes overflowing with tears. "Would you want to give her up?"

"Kyo!" I whined, "Don't make me give her back! She's just too precious. Aren't you just in love? How could you not see her every day?"

"Tohru-san," Sawa-chan again reached for her daughter. "We really must be getting home to put her to bed. We'll visit more often, I promise."

I pulled her closer to me and smelled her hair. "I just need a few more minutes. Or you three could spend the night. We can make space for them, can't we, Kyo?" As I looked up at him I saw a small sneer as he swung to bonk me on the top of the head. It was the first one that hurt in decades.

"Don't be an idiot. She's their child and they can take her whenever they want. And our son is grown now, with his own house and own family. They don't need to stick around here if they prefer to be in their own beds tonight."

I sniffled and slowly gave my granddaughter back to Sawa-chan, who was cautiously watching Kyo. Hajime rested a hand on his wife's shoulder to re-focus her, and she accepted her baby girl. Then the kids gave me kind smiles, which helped ease the mild throbbing of where Kyo had hit me.

"Sorry. Kyo's right. I shouldn't have imposed on you."

"No problem, Mom. We appreciate that you love her so much." Hajime scooped his wife and daughter into his arms, and my heart swelled.

Kyo mimicked our son, pulling me into an embrace as he kissed where he hit my head. "It's alright to be selfish sometimes, but you can't be selfish about spending time with people, especially if it means kidnapping our grandkid."

In truth, I nearly 'kidnapped' – as Kyo put it – our granddaughter loads of times. It was just so hard to let her go. She was such a sweet dear. All of our grandchildren were, and I was getting quite a lumpy head from the amount of times Kyo had to knock me to remind me to give them back to their parents. I didn't mind it, though. I truly did miss that special connection that only came from Kyo's playful bops on the head. It wasn't terribly too long before our youngest grandchild was in junior high, and 'kidnappings' weren't as much of an issue. They were all old enough to leave of their own accord.

Still, Kyo discovered plenty of emotional moments to reprimand me: When our children each graduated from high school, and then college; when they each got married, and when they each had their first child; for every additional child they had; nearly every visit with our grandchildren; and the realizations of how old each grandchild was getting. One of the last, however, was when we had to move.

I sat out on our front porch, overlooking the hilltop scenery we've enjoyed for about fifty-years. It reminded me so much of Shigure-san's home, and all the happy memories I had there. Now, in this home Kyo and I had shared for our entire marriage, there were almost too many happy memories to recall them all. I let my mind wander as I watched the sunset, knowing I didn't have many more to enjoy from this vantage.

BONK!

Although the tap on my head didn't hurt, I still rubbed the spot with both hands. I looked over my shoulder and saw Kyo lowering himself to the porch, these days he took much greater care whenever he had to shift from standing to sitting and back again. A little grunt escaped his throat.

"You were daydreaming."

"S-sorry." I continued to rub where he tapped me.

"Daydreaming's fine, but you looked sad while doing so." He dusted his hands off on his pants, then rubbed his left knee.

"I'm sorry we have to move because of me." I straightened the blanket on my lap and watched as Kyo moved to massage his left ankle.

"Tohru, we're old, it happens. I'd much rather we move in with one of the kids instead of you straining to get up that hill every day. It doesn't matter to me that we're moving, as long as you're comfortable and we're together."

"You don't seem to have much difficulty with the hill."

"I also work out far more routinely and with more intensity than you. It kept my muscles strong. You're seventy-three; it's not a shame that you can't climb up a hundred steps each day."

"I just hate the idea of leaving our memories behind; abandoning our castle like this."

I heard another grunt as Kyo shifted so he was kneeling beside me instead of sitting. With a swift swing and a pull-back last second, he once more rapped my head gently with the back of his hand. He then pulled my head to his shoulder so he could run his fingers through my hair.

"My sweet idiot. You think we can't pack up the memories with us? Did you forget your mom once you had to leave your apartment? Did you forget your months living out of a tent? Are you having difficulties recalling life with your grandfather, or any of the time you spent getting to know me and the other Zodiacs?"

"N-no."

"The memories don't live here." He gestured to the house behind us. "Memories live here-" He rested his index finger on my chest, right where my heart would sit. "-and here." He again tapped on my head. "And don't think for an instant that I'll allow you to forget."

I rested my head on his shoulder and re-focused on the sunset. "Thank you, Kyo. Hey, Kyo?"

"Hmm?"

"You think it's alright if I daydream some more? It's such a lovely evening for it."

"Yeah, you idiot. You can zone out all you want. I'm here." He pulled me in for a kiss on my temple, and he grunted once more as he settled back into a lounge beside me. As we snuggled and enjoyed the orange glow of the sunset, my mind wandered to pleasant thoughts. Such as needing Kyo to bonk me on the head.

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[超蝙]别随便答应任何事

by 0701152521 蝙蝠侠答应了超人一些事情，现在他很后悔(也许并不？) Words: 2952, Chapters: 1/1, Language: 中文-普通话 國語 Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: 触手 via https://ift.tt/wPDlB30

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Kweh-Incarnation: Chapter 2

Summary: Noctis reincarnates as a chocobo and returns to Lucis with two goals in mind: one, help rebuild Eos; two, bring a smile back to his old friends' faces.

Chapter: 2 of 4 (2952 words)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Post-Canon, Reincarnation, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Humor, A chocobo on a mission, Fix-It of Sorts

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Prompto Argentum (more to come)

Kinkmeme fill for this prompt | Picture drawn by me, but I took inspiration from the cute chocobo featured in the Final Fantasy XV Official Comic Anthology!

Read Chapter 2 here