#dabbing showdown

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1141: Jitters & Fright (Epithet Erased)

4:23 p.m. at Sweet Jazz's Halloween Store........

Slylvie: (Walking in the Store Alongside his Friends) So, how do you girls feel about your big play for tomorrow night?

Phoenicia: (Happily Clasps her Hands Together as Her Eyes Begins to Sparkle) Oh I'm absolutely excited!~ It's been one of my list of dreams to play a leading acting role~

Molly: (Smiles Sheepishly) I'm a bit on the nervous side personally. But I'm happy to be a part of something at least.

Trixie: Happy for ya too, Molls. (Crosses Their Arms While Pouting) Me, on the other hand, would rather do a mountain of homework than taking the main stage........

Sylvie: (Turns to Trixie) Getting nervous??

Trixie: Nah. I wouldn't say I'm completely nervous per say. Just don't want millions of eyes staring at me all night....

Phoenicia: But it's the audience's job is to watch the actors perform until the end of the runtime.

Trixie: (Rolls Their Eyes) Fully aware of how the audience function, Feenie. (Starts Shivering a Bit) Doesn't make me squeamish any less.....

?????: Oh no!~ Little Miss Roughhouse getting cold feet?~

The gang turns to see two of the Neo Trio's classmates, Stink & Stonk, standing in front of them, with mischievous, boyish grins on both of their faces.

Stonk: Cuz if so, we're more than gladly to take the role of Bubblegum Renegade off your hands now.

Stink: Yeah!- Wait. (Turns to Stonk) "We"?

Stonk: Yeah. You know, as in....You and I and-

Stink: I know what I mean, you dope!! We can't both be the Bubblegum Renegade!

Stonk: Right, right. (Grabs his Chin) So I'm guessing that'll make me Bubblegum Renegade then?

Stink: Um NO, dude! You're not gonna be Bubblegum Renegade! I am!

Stonk: (Glares at his Friend) And why not? My acting skills gotten a lot better, you know!?

Stink: So does mines. Only the difference here is that FAR more cooler than you in comparison.

Stonk: ('Scoffs') Yeah right! Name one cool thing you ever did.

Stink: I....uh.....uhhh.....I-I come up with the raddest pranks imaginable!

Stonk: We BOTH come up with the rad prank ideas, genius! In fact, I seemed to remember doing most of the heavy lifting and dirty work compared to you.

Stink: ('Scoffs') Oh please! I equally did just as much work as you did if not wayyy more!

Stonk: Nuh-uh!

Stink: Yeah-huh!

Stonk: Nuh-uh!

Stink: Yeah-huh!

The boys continue to argue with one another as the others reluctantly watches.

Sylvie: .....Do I even wanna who those two are right now?

Molly: ('Sigh') That's just Stink and Stonk.

Trixie: (Already Has an Annoyed Look on Their Face) The two biggest lame brains in our class with their stupid pranks they're trying to pull.

Phoenicia: And dance choreography are a sight to behold.

Molly: Feenie, I don't think Dabbing's that good of a dance move to be frank with you.

Sylvie: I don't even think it should consider a dance move at all considering how basic the concept of it is.

Trixie: (Starts Groaning at What is in Front of Them Right Now) Speaking of which....

Trixie points to Stink amd Stonk repeatly dabbing at one another.

Molly: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Are they.... seriously having a dab off right now?

Trixie: (Facepalms Themselves into Oblivion) And here I thought they could never get anymore dumber......(Turns to Sylvie While Pointing Their Hands Out at the Dabbing Simpletons) You see what we have to deal with everyday, Sylvie!?

Sylvie: Somehow, I can weirdly re-

'BOOHAAAAA'

Sylvie: LATEHETE!!! (Gets Startled and Screamed in Horror as He Makes Himself Fall Backwards on the Floor)

Molly: Sylvie! (Quickly Rushes Over to Sylvie Side Along with the Rest of the Trio)

Jock: (Revealing Himself From the Monster Like Mask He Was Wearing With a Smirk on his Face) Oops! Didn't quite see you there Sylvesta-NERD! (Let's Out a Loud, Boastful Laugh as his Fellow Jockmates Joins amd Gives Him Multiple Hi-Fives)

Sylvie: (Growls in Annoyance as He Rubs his Head and Angrily Shakes his Fist at a Pact of Jocks in Front of Him) Don't you people have anywhere else to be right now!!!?

Jock: ('Scoffs') Of course we have somewhere to be, Einstein. We just wanna make sure if you got yourself a good scared.

Sylvie: Gee, thanks, Randall. I hate it!

Randell: Yeah, we don't care. Blame your psychologicist job for making you look more dorky than you already are.

Sylvie: At least I'm doing something more productive in my life than wasting my time messing with my neighbor all day!!

Randell: So you're a big shot now, big whoop! You're still a four-eyed nerdatron at the end of the day and still an easy target to boot. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a football game to win. (Finally Takes his Leave)

Other Jocks: (Starts Following Their Leader While Taunting Sylvie in the Process) Later, nerd!/Enjoy the floor nap!/ Don't let the door scare ya on the way out, Sylvesta-LOSER!!

Phoenicia: (Growls as She Angrily Picks up a Bag of Marshmallow From the Counter) His name is Dr. Sylvester Ashling, you UNCULTURED SWAN!!! (Throws the Bag at the Jocks as Hard as She Could......Which Didn't Go as Far as She Hoped Unfortunately)

Molly: (Helps Sylvie Back Up on his Feet) You okay, Sylvie?

Sylvie: ('Sigh') Besides my pride and patience, I'll be fine for now. (Turns to Phoenicia With a Small Smile on his Face) I appericate you trying to get those jerks back for me, Feenie, even if you REALLY didn't have to-ACK! (Gets Pulled into Tight, Loving Hug by Phoenicia Herself)

Phoenicia: There's no need to thank me at all, dear!~ I'd do anything for those I love and cherish, you included!~

Sylvie: (Winces a Bit) I see. Glad to be part of the equation....

Trixie: Say the word, Sylvie. (Starts Pounding Their Fist onto the Palm of Their Hands) And we'll get 'em back when they least expected!

?????: Least expected, huh?~

The gang turns to see Stink & Stonk staring at them with their signature mischievous grins.

Molly: Oh. You guys are finished with your dabbing contest already?

Stink: Yep! Came down with a draw for now!

Stonk: It was epic.

Trixie: (Rolls Their Eyes) Suuuure it was.....

Stink/Stonk: (Glares at Trixie) IT WAS SO!- (Clears Their Throats Before Calming Themselves Down)

Stink: Anywho, after we concluded our epic dabbing challenge, we couldn't help but overheard your little bully dilemma you got there, four eyes.

Sylvie: It's Sylvie. ('Sighs Heavily') But yeah.....You don't know the half of it......

Stonk: Which is why we want in on your vengeance journey.

Trixie: Wait. You....actually want to help us out on this?

Stonk: Heck yeah! We don't just do pranks for funs, we also do them to get back at those who bully and/or prank us first.

Stink: Buuuuuuuuut before we start helping you guys out, we're gonna want something back in return~

Sylvie: (Sighs Once More as Takes his Wallet Out of his Pants Pocket) Alright. How much do you want? I need to save rest of the money pay my rent this month, so I implore you not to ask for too-

Stonk: (Starts Pushing his Hands Back and Forth in the Air) Woah woah woah there, pal. We don't want any of your money!

Stink: We want something more valuable than that.

Sylvie: (Raises an Eyebrow) Which is.......

Stonk: (Uses his Thumb to Rub Up and Down on the Knuckles) Oh it's nothing too grand~

Stink: We just want to have ourselves play the role of the......

Stink/Stonk: Bubblegum Renegade-

Neo Trio: No!

Trixie: It's never going to happen!

Molly: Each of our roles have already been finalized days. Let it go already!

Stink: (Crosses his Arm While Pouting) Alright, alright, fine! We're gonna!

Stonk: (Shrugs at Stink) Can't say we tried, man.

Stink: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah.....Okay. How about uhh....uhhh.....(Points at Sylvie) You buy us bugs of candy!

Stonk: Ten bags tops!

Sylvie: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) Ten!? Why not just one?

Stink: I dunno. It's the only offer we could think of right now.

Stonk: Either way, we're not gonna reach an negotiation empty handed.

Sylvie: How about I buy you two chocolate bars instead?

Stink: (Snaps his Finger ar Sylvie) Buy us each large size and you got yourself a deal!

Stonk: (Pulls his Hand Out) And we shake on it too!

Sylvie: (About to Shake Stonk's Hand) Fine by- ('Buzz') ME! (Felt Suddenly Shock on the Palm of his Hand Before Quickly Backing it Away)

Stonk: (Let's Out an Awkward Chuckle) Sorry. Forget I have a buzzer attached to my hand. (Pulls Out Another Hand) Here you go. Buzzer free this time.

Sylvie let's out a groan before reluctantly shaking Stonk's other hand, reach the agreement completely.

@aprilbrowines

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[lumitoiile]

tartaglia : [snow day.]

☆ — requested! contains: established relationship, fluff, gn! reader (no pronouns.) a day in the snow with your boyfriend. tartaglia has freckles.

there it goes again. 

you're out on a stroll with none other than your beloved boyfriend, ajax, walking hand in hand as you two enjoy this evenings frosty weather. thick layers of white crunch beneath your feet as you walk, the tip of your nose pink from the cold. you cant help but admire the way the flurry blankets over your surroundings, trees coated in a sheet of frost. its been snowing all day, and he thought it'd be nice to go out and bask in the chilliness together. he loves the snow, after all. 

but for some strange reason, his scarf just wont stay in place, no matter how tightly you secure it. you've redone it at least three times now—not like he cares enough to fix it himself—and its really starting to get on your nerves. 

you let out an annoyed sigh, reaching up to fasten it for him yet again. “idiot...you’re going to catch a cold if this keeps up.”

this steals a chuckle from his lips, though he dismisses your worry with a wave of his hand. “i would never catch a cold. i dont get sick,” he states confidently.

��well, dont jinx it,” you warn, re-looping the fabric and tying the scarf extra tightly this time around. snug enough to stay put, but not enough to a point where he'll find it uncomfortable. “there. all warm.” 

he smiles as he watches you bundle him up, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eye that you're all too familiar with. "oh, but my lips are still so, so unbearably cold in this jarring snezhnayan weather..." his palm finds its way to the small of your back, and he pulls you a little closer. "wont you be a doll and warm those up for me too?"

you roll your eyes at him, though its hard to deny the soft pink hue creeping its way onto your cheeks. you pull yourself out of his grasp, averting your gaze and staring off to the ground. "youre ridiculous...come on, lets keep moving. it's way too cold to deal with your shenanigans." 

he feigns a gasp, clutching at his chest dramatically. "you dare reject affection to the one you love? scandalous!" 

you let out an amused huff and continue to walk ahead of him, stuffing your hands in your pockets to protect them from the cold. he's such a dork sometimes...well, all the time, really. but thats one of the things you love about him. not that you'd ever tell him that directly to his face, however...he has a big enough of an ego as it—

bam.

a cold object crashes against your cranium and you gasp at the contact, rubbing the back of your head and swiveling around on your heel to search for the source. there stands ajax, looking anywhere but your eyes as he smiles and whistles to himself, hands behind his back. 

it was a snowball. he just hit you with a fucking snowball. 

"wow," you chuckle, voice poisonously sharp as you lean over to scoop a cluster of snow into your palms. "thats how we're gonna play it, huh?"

he's still faced away, smiling sweetly to himself and biting back a laugh. "i have no idea what youre talking abo—"

you fling a snowball of your own, cutting him off mid-sentence as the chilly lump collides into his chest. he gapes at you, disbelieving, and you smirk a little, chuckling at his now dampened sweater. 

though naturally, of course, this now means war. 

the both of you go on, hurling clumps of flurry at each other for archons know how long. its an all-out showdown between you two, dodging snowballs left and right as the snow crunches beneath your feet with each leap. that is, until you launch a snowball a little too hard and hit him smack dab in the face. he visibly staggers and you let out a yelp, rushing over to his side immediately. 

"shit," you pant, exhausted from your battle. "im so sorry. are you oka—"

he interrupts you by scraping the snow off of his skin, smearing it onto your face with a big smile. "perfectly fine," he beams. 

you gasp in surprise at the cold and swipe the snow off immediately, pressing your face between the fabric of your mittens and breathing warm air into your hands. "you're such a prick..."

he stares at you for a moment longer, the silence heavy before the both of you burst out into a fit of laughter. he plops down onto the snow, laying back and patting the spot beside him. "c'mere."

you suppose this means your earlier duel served no victor, but...thats alright. you'll get him next time. you take a seat beside him, smiling softly and resting your head on his chest. his heartbeat thumps quietly in his ribcage and you listen carefully, closing your eyes and breathing in sync with each beat. 

"look," he whispers, nudging you gently, and you open your eyes to see that a fresh flurry of snow has started to fall. he sticks out his tongue to catch a few flakes in his mouth and you laugh, giving him a small squeeze. you gaze at his face as he licks at the falling snow, at his piercing blue eyes, before your eyes trail down to his cheeks and...ah.

his freckles.

slowly, you reach up to cup his face in your palm, thumb brushing over his cheek as you trace patterns and connect his freckles together. his attention turns back to you and he smiles, leaning into the touch of your hand. "what exactly do you think you're doing?"

"constellations," you breathe, ghosting over each and every inch of his dotted face carefully. "im tracing constellations into your freckles. theyre like...stars..." 

he laughs, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles tenderly. butterflies. your face heats up at the contact, and your heart cant help but thump a little faster with the way he handles you so delicately. 

its cold here. so, so cold. and yet...he always somehow finds a way to make you feel warm. 

© lumitoiile. please do not copy, steal, translate, or edit my work.

[actuallysaiyan]

Nocturne Of Shadow(Part I)

warnings: mentions of blood, violence, mentions of assassinations, Ninja AU pairings: Swordsman!All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Kunoichi!Reader word count: 2k summary: in the land of the Flowers, you find the living legend Yagi on the ground, hurt and nearly unconscious from his battle with the Faceless Man. without a second thought, you carry him on your back home and help him settle in. a/n: inspired by the thought of "what if Sheik from Legend of Zelda was in the My Hero Academia universe"

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The area was quiet. Too quiet for what had just transpired only a few moments ago. You sit and watch, looking at the body on the ground. He was a large man. You could see the sword he carried was on the ground next to him. What was worse was the fact that the man who had done this to him had scurried off in a fit of rage. The Faceless Man.

Everyone knew just how dangerous the Faceless Man was. Nobody dared to mess with him. Not anyone from your clan was daring enough. It seemed that only you would go near these two. The showdown had been deadly, and you feared that maybe the man in front of you was deceased.

You gently give his foot a kick. Nothing. Then another kick, this time a little harder. You hear a small grunt of pain from the man. Oh, he’s alive. Good, then you shouldn’t have to dig such a large hole to bury him.

As you kneel down, you feel his hand on your arm. You look at him, your eyes darting around to check for wounds. The man attempts to sit up, but you push him back down to the ground.

“Don’t get up,” you warn him. “Did you receive any injuries to the head?”

He laughs sarcastically. “I think so, yeah.”

You begin to inspect his head. Thankfully, there weren’t any deep cuts or contusions. Just a little scrape on his forehead that was beginning to drip some blood into his eyes. You rip off a strip of your robe and begin to dab the wound.

“You sure are helpful,” he spits out at you.

“Am I just supposed to leave you on the ground to die?”

This causes him to be quiet. You recognize him. It’s Yagi-san from the Land of Stars. Once a sad orphaned boy who grew up to be the most fierce fighter in the land. It’s said his sword was able to kill three men with one single slice. Though you aren’t very sure of it yourself, you didn’t want to test out any of those rumours.

“I’m perfectly fine.” He says as he pushes himself up, but soon stopped by his own coughing fit.

Flecks of blood stain the ground, leaving you a little shocked. There was either some sort of internal bruising and bleeding, or he had sustained a minor injury to the mouth. When he notices your wide eyes, he shakes his head.

“This isn’t from this fight. This is an old injury.”

He removes parts of his chest armor and undoes his kimono to show you his scar. It’s an old scar, this you could tell. It takes up a large portion of his chest, leaving him with only one nipple. It cascades down to his lower abdomen. You can’t help but think it resembles a flower in a way.

“Did the Faceless Man give this to you?” You ask cautiously.

Yagi nods, “Yes. It was quite some time ago.”

He wraps up the kimono and fastens the armor back onto his chest. So this wasn’t a deadly battle just now. You’re beginning to wonder if maybe Yagi had been the one to wreck the face of the Faceless Man. It would explain a lot.

“I made him that way,” Yagi says, answering your own question. “I ruined his face. I thought I had killed him, but I guess not…”

He looks at you for a moment, almost completely lucid. Then the next thing you know, the man in front of you is fainting. You’re quick to hold him in your arms, worried that maybe the blood loss from the minor wounds could have made him woozy.

You manage to get him on your back, which is no easy feat. His weight was quite a lot to carry, but you vowed to bring this injured swordsman back to your home. At least there, you would be able to give him proper care.

The road home is treacherous, but with the nasty battle that just finished, it would seem that nobody else was out here. You hop from one branch to the next, hurriedly making your way back to the clan’s compound. Once the banners are in view, you feel a little more at ease with yourself.

The village elder comes to you, helping you bring Yagi into your home. He’s set on the bed. You begin to touch up on his wounds, making sure the bleeding has stopped.

“Isn’t this…Yagi-sama from Hoshi no kuni?” Taro inquires, looking over the man on your bed.

“It certainly is. He’s just had a fierce and brutal battle with the Faceless Man.”

There’s silence for a few moments as you work on making sure Yagi doesn’t bleed out on your bed. Once the bleeding is under control, you work on rubbing a salve into the smaller wounds.

“A brutal battle, you say?” Taro inquires, lighting his pipe.

“He said that he was the one to wreck the Faceless Man’s face. I could believe it. It certainly was a long time ago that the Faceless Man lost his face.”

Taro laughs. “Yes, indeed. You were but up to my knees when this happened.”

You could remember the village talking about the brutal battle. It had been all everyone could remember for so long. It had been a long and bloody battle, leaving the outcome a mystery for so long. Now you have your answers as to why.

“You were brave to return with the swordsman,” Taro comments, puffing on his pipe.

You turn to look at him, “And why is that, Taro-sama?”

He looks at Yagi on the bed. Truly, there was no better swordsman in all the lands. But being a skilled swordsman from the Land of Stars meant that he had many enemies. Despite pledging his life to being kind and good, it made it hard for enemy clans to rob and pillage. And so, Yagi had many foes.

“He is a wanted man, you know this. Despite taking care of the Faceless Man for a long time, the rest of the village might not be happy with having Yagi-sama around.”

This left you thinking for a while. You didn’t care about that. You figured you’d be able to smooth it over with the townsfolk. Despite their bellyaching and moaning, they had to listen to you. You knew what was best for them.

“I’ll make sure things go well. I couldn’t just leave him to die.”

Taro laughs softly, “You are very much your mother’s daughter. She was just like you.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

When Yagi comes to, he’s in a strange bed. It’s just large enough to hold his body without his feet sticking off the edge too much. He coughs once, twice and then settles back on the pillows. The room smells of cardamom, cinnamon and jasmine. It’s a strange combination but somehow it’s very soothing.

He sits up on the bed, looking around the room. His mind is wracking to figure out how he got here. Then the memory of you comes to mind. The kunoichi in the woods. You had worn a dark green outfit, coming right up to under your eyes. Only a bit of your hair had been poking out. He couldn’t forget your piercing eyes though.

You had been the one to bring him here. This must be your home. Suddenly, he felt like he was intruding. He could easily get back up and leave you, as he had to defeat the Faceless Man. Just as he’s about to get up off the bed, you rush into the room.

“Do you think yourself ready for that?” You question him, your sharp eyes on him.

“Please, I can manage. I know that I may look injured, but it’s nothing to me.”

Before he can get up fully, he begins another coughing fit. Blood begins to slide down his chin as his old injuries seem to be aggravated. With a defeated sigh, he sits back on the bed.

“Okay, I suppose I can see your point.” He finally admits.

You approach the bed with caution, smiling at him. He’s quite the sight to behold, despite his injuries. You were really fascinated by the fact that you had a living legend in your home, not to mention in your very own bed.

“You are Yagi-sama, yes?” You inquire.

He laughs hoarsely. “Toshinori is fine. It is my given name.”

This causes you to pause for a moment. You had never heard of his given name. He was known only as Yagi, the swordsman from the Land of Stars. You smile once more and you tell him your own given name. He doesn’t seem to recognize it at all.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to know who I am. My clan is somewhat placed in secrecy.” You reassure him as you sit on the bed.

Your hands are soft as you work on checking the bandages. You change the ones who need to be changed, placing more of that soothing salve on the cuts and wounds. Toshinori is very grateful that you were the one to find him and not an enemy.

“You are very kind.”

This makes you laugh. “You didn’t think so at first. I believe you basically told me to leave.”

He blushes and shakes his head. “I apologize. I was out of it.”

You stand up and inspect him. He looks a lot better than the state he was in when you first happened upon his battered body. He gives you a little smile, one that is signifying that he means no harm. But if only he knew that you were an almost equal match to him.

“Would you like something to eat?” You ask him, adjusting your mask.

“I’m famished, kunoichi. Please, show me more kindness.”

He’s playful in a way that makes you feel butterflies in your tummy. You didn’t think such a strong man and swordsman could make you feel this way, but you couldn’t help but smirk at his words.

“Dear swordsman, you will stay under my care until you are able to leave this room and fight me.”

Your words surprise him. You want to fight him. In fact, he recognizes that you would test his strength with a fight. He worries that perhaps you are underestimating his strength. You laugh softly when he doesn’t answer.

“Stay here.”

You disappear from view. He stays in the bed, drawing the covers up over him. The blankets smell of rosewater and Lily of the valley. It makes him wonder if perhaps you dabble with flowers in your spare time. It was not unheard of for kunoichi to work with plants and flowers to create salves, potions and of course, poisons as well.

When you return, you carry a tray of food. You place it carefully on his lap, and you sit next to him. His eyes are so blue, his hair so beautifully the color of the stars themselves. How a man like this doesn’t have a partner surprises you…

“Eat up and gain your strength, Yagi-sama.”

He smirks, “Didn’t I tell you to call me Toshinori?”

He grabs your hand, giving it a little squeeze. You’re very thankful for your mask that covers most of your face; you really didn’t want him to see the flush on your cheeks. He gives you such a charming smile. How could someone as handsome and golden as him be such a skilled killer?

“I will, kunoichi. Trust me, I long to get up and fight with you.”

“Don’t you mean you wish to fight me?”

He shakes his head, “I wish to fight with you at my side.”

This surprises you. You don’t think too much into it, but you certainly love the idea of having the best swordsman at your side. Though your fighting styles may be different, you think that maybe you two could really complement one another. So you nod your head.

“We will see to it. First, we bring you to fighting fit.”

And with that, you take your leave of your bedroom to give him a chance to eat. This is becoming the start of a very wonderful journey.

How would he react if he knew he was speaking to the princess of the Doku no Hana clan?

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[rock-n-macabre]

Love's a Burning Fire

I held onto Severen's arm, begging him he doesn't have to do this and to just let Caleb go so we can leave to the next state like Jesse was saying. "He ain't worth it, Sev! We gotta make tracks before the sun's up again!" I pleaded. It fell upon deaf ears. When Severen wanted something - there was no stopping him.

"Dontcha worry that sweet li'l head of yers, darlin'. Imma get my spur back , then we can mosey along to the next spot. Easy." He gave a reassuring grin before making his way onto the street, preparing to take on Caleb.

It looked like Severen was getting the upper hand of things, which was a relief...that meant we could get back on the road quicker than I expected . But that all changed when an 18 wheeler came down and Caleb went running up to it. I saw Severen pull out his pistol and a grim grin came across my face. Sev had the best shot and guaranteed this would end the showdown.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

I damn near choked on a laugh seeing Caleb get into the driver's seat, which obviously Severen found downright hilarious as he stood smack dab in the middle of the road , taunting the boy. Suddenly the truck came barreling towards Severen...and the damn lunatic still didn't move. I kept shouting for him to get out of the way, while respecting his wishes for my safety to stay out of it while he handled things . It felt like my slow beating heart would drop out of my ass when I saw Severen get creamed by the truck. I've seen him go through worse - this was probably just foreplay to Severen- but it still was brutal to watch.

I watched in anticipation hoping Severen could recoup so we could just leave already.Suddenly his mangled self comes up onto the hood of the truck and goes to dismantle it. This oughta stop Caleb...it must..but once again, wrong. Caleb made the damn thing jack-knife and explode after he ditched it and ran off. I could hear Jesse and Diamondback approach the site after a few moments , while Mae and Homer stayed back. Diamondback told me to come along as Jesse wanted to end Caleb for good despite Mae's protests. I shook my head, claiming to meet up with them... I just needed a moment. They nodded and went off on their hunt for Caleb.I fell onto my knees and sobbed.

My mate was gone.

My lovable, pain in the ass goober that was always wisecracking...gone. I looked on the ground to find one of his trophies off his jacket on the ground, and picked it up. I ran my thumb over the detailing and clutched it close. I wasn't ready to lose Severen. He made it this many years and THIS is how it ends? Life just wasn't fair.

Suddenly a pair of boots with one rowel-less spur stood in front of me.

"Y'gonna sit there and mope all day 'r are ya gonna gimme some sugar, darlin?"

I looked up to see Severen looking beyond worse for wear, completely annihilated. The healing process taking a slower time regenerating himself.

"Sev! I thought I lost you!"

I choke on a sob as I held onto his leg, refusing to let go.I felt his boot nudge itself into my nether regions as his fingers wound themselves into my hair and gently yanked my head back to meet his gaze.

"Ain't nothin like bein close t' death that makes one feel so alive. I reckon yer heart Mus' be doin' flips by now... how 'bout we celebrate before headin off...whattaya say darlin?"

I have no time to respond as he manages to pull me into the alleyway and pushes me onto the ground. He continues as he grabs a hold of me, his strength still strong yet his body slowly stitching itself back.

"Now I need some time to get my britches back in line...how 'bout you en'ertain me some, sugar? Then we can mosey along to Jesse and the gang."

I bite my lip as I gather the hint he is conveying. His smirk becoming more apparent as his body makes its way to becoming itself again.

"Anythin ya have in mind, Sev?" I question as I go to unzip his leather pants, but his hand bats me away.

"I wanna see ya get off on me. Show me how bad ya need me." He smirked coyly as his boot tapped my nether regions again.

[derangedanomaly]

whwheh i feel like strange saying this but everyone being like really possessive over fictional ppls is like. i dunno it’s like upsetting because i also wanna joke around and have fun but everyone seems so serious like i don’t wanna have a sans fangirl showdown lmao. anyways NEW CREATION !!! got a bit long with this one. yugioh anon at it again >:3c

summary: you’ve gotten your leg injured while not paying attention in the courtyard, slamming it directly on the concrete path. coming back inside. you’re in the middle of cleaning the stray rocks out when someone (we know who) barges in. reader wears skirt but no real gender. reader is not exactly friends with anyone, pretty new but knows blade the best. reader is also a little dumb but that’s okay we love them <3

Sunsets never became dull no matter how many times you looked to the skies above. Soft pink, like cotton candy coating the top while it mixes in with a light orange. Some lines in between seemed more red if you squinted. Ugh, squinting at the sun is not a good ide-

THUNK.

White blinded your eyes for but a few seconds and in the next moment your hands and knees allow your body to hover over the ground. Tears prick at your eyes, but you use the back of your hands to rub at them. If anyone saw you crying over a few scrapes, surely you’d get made fun of. Being lucky enough to avoid any servants seeing you fall over after staring at the sun was a one in a million chance, but they can’t be far. You don’t think the servants can smell blood like Ted, so you’re set to go!

Well. You don’t think any of the servants can smell blood, however hiring vampires doesn’t seem beyond Nightmare’s capabilities. You raise your body carefully and stand up. Actually, you think he’d definitely hire vampires for the aesthetic. He’s rich enough and has plenty of bodies to keep them fed. Fear of becoming one of those bodies encourages you to walk a bit quicker than your regular pace to your room.

Air stings at your wounds while you head to the one place you feel comfortable tending to your injuries. Any tears have long since stopped as you’ve been walking (read: jogging away from possible vampires) which clears up your formerly blurred vision. Looking at your hands, very few rocks are stuck in and they seem quite small. Not anything picking them out with tweezers won’t fix. You’d check your legs in your room, but you didn’t exactly feel any rocks that would be a concern. As you turn your head back up, you spot your door down the hall. You would thank Nightmare for the room placement, but you doubt he did it for your benefit. Maybe it’d make him move you due to his strange “no positivity” rule. That isn’t exactly how he explained it to you, but you were fairly sure he just didn’t like happiness. Stopping at your door, you pause before realizing you can just use the back of your hand to twist it open. Not even a creak comes from the door as you gently push it open. Finally, your room!

You set off to your bathroom and grab a clean cloth with the tips of your fingers pinching it in your hand. With the other hand, you grab a small soap dispenser. Pushing the dispenser close to your chest, you reach out your other hand and wet the cloth under the sink faucet. With a few cautious steps, you sit back down your bed. You’re like, fairly sure this is what that guide said that one time? Take a soapy wet cloth and gently dab it on the wound? Then tweezers and the medication and bandage? Well, it can’t hurt tha-

THUD.

“Fuck- What do you need Blade?” You question, closing an eye after he scared you into pushing the cloth a bit too hard on the wound. “What are you slamming doors for? Go mess with Ace if you wanna scare people, he’s probably messing with his film set or something.”

Blade lets out an amused huff at the idea. “I’ll fuck with him in a bit.” His face gets a bit strange as he examines you. Can skeletons blush? Probably not? Is he having a magic overload or something maybe? His cheeks are a bit red and one of his eyes has a white dot now.

“Are… we good?” You ask, scooting a bit away from him. He approaches anyway. Leave it to Blade to take a hint, huh?

Blade stops just at your feet and kneels down in front of you. He grabs your thigh and you would move back, but his grip is firm. Despite the strange way he’s acting, he does seem to be fussing over your injuries. The cloth is snatched out of your hand as he dabs it correctly on your knee, then moves on to the other, and the process continues for only one hand. Blade looks up at you when he’s done, but doesn’t say anything.

Maybe he wants… “Uhm, tweezers are in the top drawer?” He walks over and opens it. Yep, guess he’s taking care of you. How did he even know? Why did he even care? You weren’t that stupid that you didn’t know he was a murderer like the rest of the magic skeletons in the household.

Blade heads back to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. He’s… got a surprisingly gentle way of removing the pebbles. Thinking about it, he’s killed a lot of people. Perhaps he learned some anatomy or something to do it better? Doesn’t sound like him at all, but could be an order from Nightmare. Silence is the loudest noise you hear while he picks them all out. It doesn’t take as long as you thought it would.

He smirks at the hand he didn’t clean with the cloth for a moment before looking back up at you. “I don’t think we have all that much human medication. Normally when people get hurt they’re kinda meant to. I can bandage it for you, though. You gotta have some sort of clean clothes you don’t really care about here, yeah?”

You nod and gesture to some you don’t exactly care for. Those are some of the cleanest clothing you have seeing as you rarely ever wear them. Blade prances over to the clothes, grabbing them and bringing them back. He kneels down in front of you again as he ties the clothing around each wound except for the one hand he didn’t clean. You’re about to ask when he holds your wrist. Oh, good he didn’t for-

Blade takes the injured hand, shiny with small amounts of blood oozing from it, and licks it. An ecstatic grin spreads across his face, even more so when you wince. Before you can ask what the hell that was and why he did it, he gets up and tilts your chin to look at him.

“You know, you taste far too good, little lamb.”

With that, he exits the room as your face heats up. That wasn’t attractive at all in any way, so why is your face doing that?! Why are you feeling flustered?! DID HE JUST LEAVE YOU TO BANDAGE THE OTHER WOUND?!

The thing about people getting possessive over the characters honestly upsets me too. I want everyone to be able to enjoy them at the fullest! I'm a little sad about the way people are possessive over the characters.

This was really good! As always! I loved it! ^^

Blade's always just unpredictable lol. Well, to be fair, all of them are- but you know. TT

[rottmnt-screenshot-showdown]

ROTTMNT Screenshot Showdown! Round 4CD

Why you should vote for Entry #18:

The drill is out of beta!

Why you should vote for Entry #40:

Vote for Mikey's adorable face and the power of friendship (family). Also, an ancestor is dabbing

[pnwdagnabbit]

Hello hello!!!! Im really curious to know more about your wild west au🥰 I have two old west oc myself and love hearing about other people's oc!👀 are you gonna do a world setting too??

Hey, Mariam! Sorry for takin' so long to get back to you. Things have been a bit all over the place on my end lately, but thank you for the ask!

I don't wanna give too much away, cuz I have some fun connections that I'm gonna bring to the table. Mainly, I have my three boys. Christian, Jimmy, and Matthew. The first two (my Charlie Hunnam and Garrett Hedlund muses) are brothers. Matt (my Boyd Holbrook muse) is Christian's best-friend that he meets in his unit while fighting for Ulysses S. Grant. That puts them around 21 yrs old during the Cold Harbor War, which was in 1864.

From there, the details of their timeline and story is getting worked out, but eventually, they start traveling across country. Putting the boys around 35 years of age once they do get to where they're going. They're set to be in Santa Fe around 1876. Eventually ending up around Pendleton, Oregon in 1878-1880. That's altered, too, cuz the Pendleton Round-Up was founded in 1910, but I'm changing that timeline to fit my story a bit better.

There are variations to actual events and people from that era, keeping this more AU, but some very well known ones are going to be added. I will say that I know, for sure, that Josiah "Doc" Scurlock will get tossed into the mix. He'll be a big influence on Christian and will end up joining them in Oregon after leaving Billy the Kid's gang after the Lincoln County War. It'll be a bit different from history, but also similar, since Doc did leave Billy's crew after that with his wife. He'll also be somewhat similar to how he was portrayed in "Young Guns". I know those films are inaccurate to the actual history of who that guy was, so I'm stealing a bit of both fact and fiction.

I have plans for all kinds of people to throw into their travels, because the places they'll end up, along with the timelines of their journey's, will put them smack dab in the middle of some of the most notorious showdowns and bumping into some of the most infamous outlaws of the Wild West.

I'm not able to sit and write very much these days, just because I don't have a good computer chair and am constantly busy. Plus, my health (mainly my brain from epilepsy) has been draining me more than it used to. So sadly, I don't know how soon I'll have anything substantial to post. I'm just playing with outlines, research, and setting up a basic timeline for now.

One thing I can tell you for certain is that my title of my Wild West AU is "There Have Always Been Crows". It's both giving a nod to Charlie Hunnam's "Jax Teller" character from Sons of Anarchy, as well as to my muse, Matt, in his biker AU. He's obsessed with crows in that verse and feeds them regularly. There will be different references to crows off and on in the Wild West AU, starting with a battle scene and then crows bein' brought up at various moments down the line. For instance, Jimmy mistaking a raven for a crow; having the birds steal food out of the guys' packs while they go take a leak while riding across country; random stuff like that. Eventually, the crows will have a deeper meaning and significance for the end of the storyline. Already got that scene in my head.

As for world building, I'm sticking to as much of the legitimate history as possible, but bein' careful with specifics. Especially, where the Chinese immigrants and Native Americans are involved in the creation of Pendleton, Oregon, as well as bringing in more women farmhands. There's a lot of misinformation and hidden truths that the settlers tried to cover up, but also some very cool factoids that were written into the history books. Like that it was much more common for women to be working ranches by themselves, because the men were off at war, or helping to mine and work the steel mills in order to create more guns and supplies for troops.

Also, Pendleton was one of the first, colonized towns in the Pacific Northwest that had Chinese immigrants running their own shops. I'm having it set that Doc Scurlock's wife ends up opening and running her own clothing store in town, since he's friends with the boys who are helping to make that town become a wildly huge success story with their assistance in building up the rodeo.

I should probably stop, cuz I'm giving a lot of info away. LMAO! I get chatty when I get passionate and giddy about somethin' like this. Heh! But thank you for the ask and I hope this helps answer some of your questions! Feel free to DM me or send asks anytime! Even if I'm slow, I will respond, eventually. XD

[liststop]

"Cricket PC Games vs Real-Life Playing: A Step-by-Step Comparison With Today's Top Games"

Hey, cricket lovers of the universe!🏏 Ever wondered how the adrenaline rush of real-life cricket matches up against the thrill of virtual games? Well, you're about to find out!

Real-Life Cricket: The Thrill of the Game

Picture this: the sun's out, you've got your cricket gear on & the smell of freshly cut grass fills the air. You're on the pitch, bat in hand, ready to face the bowler. Heart racing, you swing & SMACK! - it's a sixer! This is real-life cricket, friends. It's sweat, it's grit, it's bonding with your teammates & it's as unpredictable as life itself.

But let's face it, it's not always sunshine and sixes. Rain can ruin a good match & don't even get me started on injuries. Plus, gathering a team can be a task.

Cricket PC Games: The Virtual Pitch

Now, let's step into the world of cricket PC games. No need to worry about the weather or finding a team. You're the master of your virtual cricket universe, playing under dazzling stadium lights right from your comfy couch. The top cricket games of 2023, like "Ashes Cricket", "Cricket 19", and "Cricket 22" are more immersive than ever, making you feel like you're smack dab in the middle of the Cricket World Cup. But of course, while you're avoiding real-life injuries, remember to avoid those virtual ones too (looking at you, gamers who forget to blink)!

The Showdown: Cricket PC Games vs Real-Life Playing

Here's the tea: both real-life cricket and PC games have their own charm. Real-life cricket gets you physically active and offers social interaction, while PC games are convenient, accessible and allow you to live your cricket dreams without limitations. The best part? You don't have to choose one over the other. Enjoy the best of both worlds!

Personal Experience

Growing up, I've spent countless hours on the pitch and in front of the screen, playing cricket both ways. And let me tell you, nothing beats the thrill of hitting a six in real life and in a nail-biting virtual tournament.

Conclusion

Whether you're stepping onto a real pitch or diving into a virtual stadium, the spirit of cricket remains the same. So, why not give both a shot? You might just discover a new way to enjoy your favorite sport.

So, what's your take, cricket champs? Real-life cricket or PC games, which one scores a six in your heart? Drop your thoughts and experiences in the comments. Let's get the conversation rolling! 🏏

Let's keep the cricket love alive, both on and off the field. Game on!

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 109

Tournament of Power Spirit Bomb EXPLAINED?!

This is the episode where Goku finally fights Jiren, but he’s still in the middle of a fight with Ribrianne.  I kind of forgot they went at it this long, probably because there was no clear winner and they wound up switching to different opponents.  It rules, though, mainly because it suits the Ribrianne/Vegeta rivalry that exists in my head.  Every second Ribiranne stands up to Goku is more credibility towards a showdown with Vegeta. 

The only gripe I have with Goku vs. Ribrianne is that Goku’s a little too accepting of her gimmick, but he also doesn’t understand it either.  I prefer Vegeta’s outright contempt.  For example, Brianne performs a second transformation in this episode, becoming Super Ribrianne, which is just Ribrianne with energy wings and an energy bow.  I guess I shouldn’t knock it, since it is pretty handy in a tournament where ki-based flight is impossible, but I would have liked her to change color or get bigger or something.  Anyway, Goku’s just impressed that she got stronger, and confused because all her attacks look like cartoon hearts and she won’t shut up about love and passion.  Her act demands a Vegeta to throw cold water on her parade.

Their interactions are still great, though.  For instance, Ribrianne tells him that she pans to use the Super Dragon Balls to be made into a goddess.  Can you guess what kind of god she wants to be?  If you said “A Goddess of Love”, then congratulations, you understand Universe 2.  Goku replies that he hasn’t even considered what he’d wish for, and then says he might wish for a supremely powerful fighter to challenge him.  What, is Beerus too easy for him now?  Ribrianne tells him his wish is already granted because she’s the powerful fighter he had in mind. 

That’s what makes Ribrianne so badass.  I think a lot of her critics are put off by the way she breaks the genre, doing shonen action stuff with a magical girl style.  And it’s a little frustrating to try to understand her, because everything she says is about love and maidens and romance and shit.  I sort of wonder if she’s just using “love” as a catch-all term for... well, everything else.  She doesn’t say “train to get stronger”, she says “love to get more maidenly” or something.  And it means the same thing, but she makes it sound like it’s a whole other thing. 

But at the end of the day, she’s shooting exploding hearts at Goku and slamming him into walls and just fighting like nobody’s business out there.  She’s like Orange Cassidy, doing awesome wrestling matches but with blank expressions and a low-key atttiude.  The action’s the same, but the presentation is so unusual that you either like it or you hate it.  Well I like it.

Anyway, while I’ve been writing all this, Ribrianne blasted him good, leaving a heart-shaped crater where Goku used to be. 

Then she Chungus poses for dominance.  “That’ll hold him all wight.  Huhuhuhuhu!”

GOKU KICK!  Don’t get it twisted, lady.  Ribrianne kicks ass, but Goku’s nothin’ to fuck with.  I had to rewind the video and play this scene again at half-speed to get this screenshot, and it was well-worth it.  These two are awesome.

So Ribrianne rolls across the stage and smack dab into Jiren. 

She speculates that Jiren has “fallen” for her “too.”  Wait, does she think all of her opponents are in love with her?  Or is this just how she describes fighting?  Let it go, Duhragonball.  Don’t get pulled into her world.

Anyway, she runs and hides, and warns Jiren that if he doesn’t declare his intentions toward her, she’ll lose interest and ignore him, i.e. run off to somewhere safer.

Jiren and Goku see each other now, and from the bleachers, Belmod, the God of Destruction for Universe 11, contacts Jiren telepathically with instructions.  Up to now, he’s had Jiren conserving his strength, using it only when absolutely necessary, like when he stoped Kale’s rampage, or rescued Dyspo from Maji Kayo.  But now, Belmod wants him to stop holding back, and his first target is to be Goku. 

So Jiren starts to power up, and everyone can feel it.  It’s like a change in the air.  Wait, can this goofy robot feel it?  Why is Vegeta having any trouble with that thing?  It looks like shit.

So Goku decides it’s time to see what Jiren can do, and he unloads with Kamehameha.  He’s still in base mode, but it says a lot that he opened with this.  But Jiren’s power is so intense that it creates this barrier around him.  I can’t remember if this is air currents or just ki.  The point is he’s gonzo tough.

Undaunted, Goku ramps up to Super Saiyan, but his punches and kicks do nothing.

As always, Super Saiyan 2 Goku looks rad as hell, but it doesn’t faze Jiren. 

On the bleachers, Shin wonders why Goku isn’t using Super Saiyan Blue already.  Could it be that he isn’t taking Jiren seriously?  But Krillin, Tien, and Roshi explain that it’s quite the opposite.  Goku wants to get a handle on Jiren’s powers first, and figure out his own strengths and weaknesses before committing to the fight.  Once Goku has the lay of the land, then he’ll go all out, so he can use his power with maximum efficacy.  One could also argue that this is also why Jiren is just standing there letting Goku do this.  He wants to see what Goku can do, and he’s at a level where he can just stand still with his guard down while he finds out.

Goku skips SSJ3 and goes to Super Saiyan God, and this is enough that Jiren has to move to block Goku’s strikes.  So that’s something at least.

But the fight doesn’t really get going until Goku uses Super Saiyan Blue, and it’s pretty one-sided.  Goku and fight Jiren, but he can’t hit him.  Even stacking Kaio-ken on top of Blue seems to make no difference.

At last, Jiren decides he’s seen enough, and blasts Goku through a big chunk of the stage and out of the ring. 

Well, that was anticlimactic.  The tournament’s not even half finished, and they just blew off the big dream match they set up.  Jiren turns to handle his next order of business...

Oh fuck yeah.

Goku jumps back on the stage and he’s like “Hey!  Where you think you’re going?!”

This right here, this is why.  There’s a vocal contingent of fans who get fed up with Goku always taking center stage.  I can sympathize, up to a point, because I do enjoy a lot of the other characters, and sometimes it’s frustrating that they don’t get more time to shine.  And Dragon Ball GT pretty much serves as a 64-episode testament to the dangers of over-relying on Goku to carry a show.   Goku is not an island unto himself.  Without his friends and enemies, he’s just a kid running around in the woods.

But he’s still the star of the show, and moments like these demonstrate why that is.  This guy was already in one fight with Brianne this episode, then he stepped to Jiren and got his shit wrecked, and he’s already looking for more.  His only plan is to keep trying, but he’s not going to lose, and he’s not going to run off to find an easier opponent.  He wanted Jiren from the start, and now he’s got Jiren, and he ain’t letting go. 

I love Vegeta and Gohan, but when the going gets tough for those guys, they start getting in their own head.  This is usually the moment where Vegeta cries over how he’s losing, even though he trained so hard and he’s the PRINSOVOL SAIYANS.  This is usually where Gohan starts to falter, and worry about how he’s letting everyone down, or how he’s making that mistake Piccolo kept warning him about. 

But with Goku, he muscles back up and says “round 2, bitch, let’s go.” 

Speaking of round 2, Jiren wins that one too.  He beats Goku down like it’s easy. 

Tien and Krillin figure Goku could still try again if he increased to Super Saiyan Blue/Kaio-ken x20.  But Whis informs him that Goku already had that idea, and this was what he just tried to do a second ago.  So what does that leave?

Goku admits to Jiren that he’s no match for him at his full power, but he still thinks he learned enough about Jiren’s power to try one more move he’s been keeping in reserve. 

And so he powers down and starts assembling a Spirit Bomb on the stage.  Okay, so let’s talk about this.

This always struck me as a really dumb idea for this arc, because the last time we saw the Spirit Bomb used, it was when Goku fired one at Majin Buu, and he needed the combined power of everyone on Earth (plus some additional characers in space) to pull it off.  Even Goku didn’t think it could work, until Vegeta suggested that they ask the Earthlings to send as much of their energy as possible, voluntarily. 

The problem here is that Jiren is clearly stronger than Kid Buu, and there’s a lot fewer people here for Goku to gather energy from.  There were never more than 120 people in the Null Realm for the Tournament of Power.  A lot of them were erased from existence, and most of the rest want Goku to lose this battle.  So really, all Goku has to work with is the energy from his nine teammates. 

Well, eight of them, since Vegeta refuses to participate. 

Krillin, Tien, and Roshi do lend some power, despite their being eliminated.  I guess this is legal, since no one stops them.  But I don’t see the Kais or Beerus contributing, so that may be a bridge too far for them.

And Jiren is fine just standing there waiting for Goku to finish his attack.  Like I said, he wants to see what Goku can do, just as much as Goku wants to see what Jiren’s capable of.  If Goku can actually win with this Spirit Bomb, then Jiren wants to test himself against it.   Otherwise, U11′s strategy is to demoralize the other figthers by taking down an ace like Goku and making it clear that no one can hold a candle to Jiren.  So a failed Spirit Bomb plays right into their hands.  

Ribrianne, however, isn’t above shooting Goku while he’s preparing.  Maybe she wants some revenge for U7 interrupting her transformation, but Vegeta spoils her shot and runs her off.

But back to the Spirit Bomb.  There’s no doubt that it’s powerful.  The eight guys Goku used to make it are no slouches, after all.  And the gods in the crowd recognize this as a dangerous attack.  Even Khai and Belmod are concerned, and they’ve been confident about their victory ever since Jiren was confirmed for their team. 

But how could this possibly stop Jiren when a bomb this size couldn’t stop Kid Buu?   It always bugged me, but when I watched this episode today, I think I finally got a clue.  It’s less about the bomb itself, and more about the Spirit Bomb technique. 

Let’s look back at the Spirit Bomb Goku used against Kid Buu.  Once he actually launched the thing, it auto targeted straight at Buu, just like it followed Frieza on Namek.  But Buu was able to push it back, although this took a lot of effort, even for him, and Goku was still able to offer some resistance, despite being exhausted.  I mean, it was a dangerous predicament, but Goku held out for a while before he started to get overwhelmed.

Then they wished for Porunga to restore Goku’s strength, and he was able to give the Spirit Bomb the push it needed to overcome Buu.  But Goku did this as a Super Saiyan 1, even after Buu had overpowered him before when he was a Super Saiyan 3. 

The point here is that the technique clearly gives the user some sort of advantage over the target.  I mean, in Frieza’s case, Goku wasn’t even pushing that Spirit Bomb, and Frieza still couldn’t stop it.  So there’s some something about the Spirit Bomb technique that gives the bomb a powerful forward momentum towards it target, and the user can add their own power to give it an extra boost, as we saw Goku do with Kid Buu. 

So it’s got less to do with the size of the Spirit Bomb, but the fact that Goku’s pushing any Spirit Bomb at Jiren.  His own strength wasn’t enough, so he’s trying to use the Spirit Bomb as a force multiplier. And since he’s pushing it at Super Saiyan Blue 20x Kai-Ken, this one is probably bearing down on Jiren with more force than the one Goku threw at Kid Buu. 

The bomb itself is smaller, but that’s probably not a concern, because Goku’s not trying to kill Jiren, after all.  He’d get disqualified.  Also, even if Goku wanted to murder Jiren, he might not need a Spirit Bomb as big as the one he threw at Kid Buu, since the purpose of that one was to destroy all of Buu’s cells in one enormous attack, to prevent him from regenerating.   This more intimate “party of eight” Spirit Bomb might be more than enough to knock out a guy who can’t grow back his whole body.

And yet, Jiren’s still one strong dude, so he pushes the bomb back in spite of everything I said.  I never said it would work, I’m just trying to explain how Goku thought it was a good idea to try this.  And it was worth a try, although Goku may not feel so sure about it in the moment...

But like the song says, you gotta “Get All You Can Take.”

[juls-writes]

find the word!

more find the word! I have two tags rn so I'm just compiling them - @pinespittinink gave me sunlight, ribs and lungs, and @legiomiam has given me leg, build, egg, spin, and suddenly.

sunlight

On the outside of the amorphous dome of swirling darkness is sunlight, holding the entire thing up like an oversized circus tent as high as the clouds. Light and dark are opposites – irresistibly drawn to each other – so play them against one another, and they act in tandem. It’s actually super cool, but I don’t think Ivos would appreciate a lesson at this moment. If he knew he could simply run to one end and duck under the spell, he’d hate me more than he already does.

ribs

“Sleep well?” he asks. He leans back again, and I can taste the alcohol on his breath. “Your shoulder’s digging into my ribs.” “Then try and get away,” he replies, with what I can only assume to be a shit-eating grin.

lungs

I lift a hand to wipe blood from my chin and then swing a backhand across Delano’s cheek. In the silence following the slap, he grins through red staining his stubbled jaw and lifts his knee into my gut. He uproots me effortlessly and throws me down into the underbrush. My lungs empty in a fell swoop, and I find myself both grateful and annoyed at the soft mossy ground eagerly soaking a chill through my robe.

leg

I cough. Feign exhaustion. Struggle, fake, against his grip. Let my legs give out.

Delano doesn’t let me fall. The crowd is cheering, jeering. There’s a silent disappointment somewhere in there I hope I’m not making up. After years as the most powerful sorcerer on the continent, the showdown between me and Delano – a man with ever more fantastical a reputation than me, without even using magic – should have been incredible. A close match, a spectacle.

Not a street brawl over in under a minute.

build

It is a jungle of a city, replacing the real, natural one that once existed here and is now relegated to the space between buildings and the occasional abandoned plot. Walls slice through in misshapen rings, relics of old town borders now grown past. The palace sits smack dab in the centre, where I stand soaking in the bird’s eye view. Across from me, a sloping tiled rooftop leads the way to another series of towers, clambering over another as if in a race for conquest.

egg

This is supposed to be shameful, I’m sure, but the crowd watching me is silent. There’s no egg or produce thrown my way, nor are there any cheers or raucous celebration for Ivos and Theoreos in catching me. The eyes I do find, and the expressions I see, are more reverent than anything. I know it. They know it. I did them a favor.

Doesn’t mean I’m not still marked as insane. Doesn’t mean I’m not a criminal.

spin

“Yeranos,” he says, like he’s talking to a cat with behaviour issues. 

“Delano,” I reply, in the same tone but far stupider.

I turn the rope into a ten foot cobra.

Delano curses and I run again, throwing the tail behind me. This time I veer sharply to the left, grab a tree to spin myself around, and as Delano drops the snake and runs the other way, I catch him in a grapple.

suddenly

My throat’s gone dry. I wish it was just the heat and exhaustion from the fight, but it’s neither. I hate myself suddenly. I used to think I did, when I made poor choices or effectively ostracized myself from society, but this feels like my soul is rotting. Destiny was supposed to heal me and send me on a path righteous for myself, in spite of the world and its rules; there was no reason to believe it would hurt so much.

I know @legiomiam is always game for the tags (and so am I, fwiw) - otherwise this is open to anyone that wants it! Your words are method, rumor, impossible, tear, continue

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Prompt: Cosmic horror is overdone. Write a movie concept about cosmic humor.

Title: The Department of Dimensional Disasters

Tagline: What happens in Las Vages, stays… somewhere else entirely

Logline: Welcome to the DDD, the dysfunctional government agency tasked with cleaning up the hilarious messes caused by dimensional rifts. When a bureaucratic mix-up leads to a reality-bending zebra loose in Las Vegas, a mismatched team of agents must work together to capture the creature before all reality unravels... in a very silly way.

Characters:

Agent Phil "Straight Arrow" Hammond: A humorless veteran agent by the book. He despises the nonsensical nature of his job and dreams of a normal life.

Agent Luna "Loops" Lopez: A quirky and optimistic rookie with a knack for improvisation and a love of puns. Her boundless enthusiasm clashes with Phil's seriousness.

The Interdimensional Bureaucrat (Voice only): A disembodied voice delivering nonsensical orders and unhelpful advice through a malfunctioning communicator.

Stripey: A sentient, reality-bending zebra from a dimension where zebras rule and laughter is the source of all power. He's mischievous but ultimately harmless.

Plot:

The Department of Dimensional Disasters (DDD) is a chaotic government agency tasked with dealing with the fallout from dimensional rifts – portals between realities that spew out everything from sentient furniture to sentient clouds of existential angst.

Phil Hammond, a jaded veteran agent, dreams of a world without interdimensional paperwork and sentient sporks. He's paired with Luna Lopez, a wide-eyed rookie with an infectious enthusiasm for the absurd.

Their first mission: capture a rogue zebra who has ripped through a dimensional rift and landed smack dab in the middle of a Las Vegas casino. Little do they know, this is no ordinary zebra. Stripey, as they come to call him, is a sentient being from a dimension where zebras are the apex predators and laughter is the source of all power.

The mission quickly turns into a hilarious disaster. Stripey's reality-bending abilities create wacky situations – Elvis impersonators turn into actual Elvises, slot machines dispense existential advice, and the iconic Las Vegas sign keeps changing into nonsensical messages.

Meanwhile, the malfunctioning communicator issues increasingly unhelpful commands from the Interdimensional Bureaucrat, adding to the chaos.

Phil, despite himself, gets sucked into Luna's infectious enthusiasm. Together, they use their contrasting skills (Phil's experience and Luna's improvisational talent) to track down Stripey.

The climax involves a showdown on top of the Bellagio fountain, where Phil and Luna must use laughter (and a strategically placed banana peel) to subdue Stripey and send him back home (not before he makes the entire casino sing a giant, interdimensional polka song).

Themes:

Finding humor in the face of the absurd.

The importance of teamwork and embracing different personalities.

The power of laughter (even when it makes no sense).

Humor:

Slapstick comedy and visual gags arising from Stripey's reality-bending abilities.

The contrast between Phil's straight-laced personality and Luna's wacky enthusiasm.

The nonsensical nature of interdimensional bureaucracy.

Ending Scene:

In the final scene, Phil and Luna are back in the DDD office, swamped with paperwork documenting the "Las Vegas Zebra Incident." Despite the chaos, they share a laugh, acknowledging the absurdity of their job and the unexpected camaraderie they've found. As the malfunctioning communicator crackles back to life, a new, equally ridiculous mission is assigned: "Retrieve sentient disco ball from Renaissance Faire." Phil sighs, Luna grins, and they face the next interdimensional disaster with a sense of shared amusement.

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6/18/2023 DAB Transcript

1 Kings 19:1-21, Acts 12:1-23, Psalm 136:1-26, Proverbs 17:14-15

Today is the 18th day of June, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian, it is wonderful to be here with you today, as we gather and take the next step forward and Happy Father's Day. Happy Father's Day to all you fathers out there. Today, is Father's Day here in the United States. And like I say with mothers, like I realize, no matter where we live around the world, we honor our mothers and our fathers and on different days, and in different cultures, for different reasons, but it's Father's Day here in the United States. So Happy Father's Day, fathers. May you be honored today, as you point your families to our heavenly Father.

We have been working our way through the book of First Kings, which is what we’ll continue to do. And the life and times of the kings of Israel in the North and Judah in the south, and the intermingling with the prophetic voices. So, we’ve met Elijah; there was famine in the land for three years. Nobody could find Elijah; King Ahab in the North is married to a woman named Jezebel. The northern kingdom is fully immersed in Baal worship. Elijah shows back up, says rain is coming and then there's a showdown with the prophets of Baal. God answers with fire from heaven, Elijah tells Ahab, he better get back to his home before the rains overtake him. That's kind where we left off. Ahab was riding his chariot back to Jezreel and the prophet Elijah tucked in his robe and outran the chariots and outran Ahab back to Jezreel. And so, we picked up the story from there. We’ll read from the Good News Translation this week, first Kings chapter 19.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word and we thank You for this brand-new, shiny, sparkly week we are stepping into. And we look forward, with great anticipation, for all that You will lead us into and through, all that we will experience as we experienced this week in Your presence. And we pray that our thoughts, words and deeds may glorify You. May we make You proud Father, this week. And we ask, with the power of Your Holy Spirit, that You would continue to lead us day-by-day, step-by-step, as we engage and immerse ourselves in the Scriptures. Lead us on the way that we should go. We ask in the name of Jesus our Lord. Amen.

Prayer and Encouragements:

Hi, everybody, this is Bernie. I'm calling in to ask for prayer for my marriage; we’re kind of in dire straits. And I don't know which way to go. I’m crying out to God and I’m just asking for you guys to pray along with me. So, heavenly Father, Lord, I just ask that You intervene, and You bring healing where healing needs to come and understanding, Father. And I lay everything down before You Lord, and I just ask that You save my marriage and protect my children's hearts for any more wounding. Unite us together, Father, in Jesus name. Thank you, guys.

Hey, DAB Family. This is James in LA. I just heard Winters prayer request for Quill. And you called Quill they. And God sees Quill. He/she/they God sees Quills heart and soul. Sees, God sees what He made, and God sees what redemption looks like. And we don't necessarily know what that looks like, but we can trust God that He knows what He's doing. So, Father God, we pray for Quill. Whatever Quills birth name, whatever Quill’s assigned gender at birth. Whatever Quill’s life experience, all of that. God, You seen all of it, You know all of it. You know all the pain that they’ve gone through, You know all the pain that they’re in right now and all their choices good, bad, and otherwise, and You love them. You love them. You love them. You didn't send Jesus to condemn any of us. Please God, apply the blood of Christ to Quill. And open Quills eyes to see Your pursuing love, especially through Winter. Thank you, God for Winter. Jesus name. Amen.

Hi, Daily Audio Bible Family. I hope you’re all having a God Blessed day, nigh, whenever you’re all listening to this. Anyway, if ya’ll could please say a prayer that God would provide my family with just simply enough finances that we need, to be able to help keep a roof over our head, to be able to pay off the rent and other important bills and stuff, you know. That would certainly be appreciated. Thankfully God always comes on through. And so, the story behind my situation is a really long one. But basically, there’s been, just been a lot of stuff that’s been going on with my family, like over the last several years. Like, my mom had passed away three years ago, right before COVID hit had really took a big hit on everything. And then, of course COVID took a big hit. And so, ever since then, my cousins been helping with the business that my mom had ran for almost 20 years straight, to help keep a roof over our head. I’m working a full-time job separately to help out with finances there. And then, like, my dad’s in Kansas; he’s stuck over there. And so, he won’t really be able to help out much. And then, my grandma had passed away recently on June 5th. And so, yeah, like I said, there’s just been a lot, a lot of stuff that’s been going on. And so, but anyway, this has been a really good season of discipline that God has helped put upon me. You know, it’s just really helped me to truly rely, depend on Him and Jesus Christ, that every single solitary moment, every single solitary moment that passes by and that there’s not a single moment that we don’t depend on Jesus Christ. If it wasn’t for Jesus Christ, that we you know, wouldn’t be alive to this very day. You know, and thriving, of course. And so, anyway, and like I said, God always comes on through at the exact you know, you know, perfect time on His timing. I mean, and so, anyway, hallelujah and Amen to that. And so, yeah, like I said, if ya’ll could please say a prayer. That would certainly be appreciated. God bless ya’ll.

Hi, my name is Sharissa from Washington. I am calling in response to today I listened to Ethan’s prayer request, and he said he was from Texas. And I just wanted to pray for Ethan and encourage him. Ethan, I relate to what you shared, and I just wanted to let you know that first off, that’s God’s not disappointed in you. I know it can be easy to feel ashamed. Especially when you keep making the same mistakes, over and over again. But something God showed me recently and in my time with Him was that He was more concerned with the shame, getting in between us, than the fact that I had made a mistake. So, I just wanted to encourage you to first, just go back to Him. He’s never ever, ever gonna reject you cause He loves you, you’re His kid. And no matter how many times you make the same mistake, He’ll take you back. And I know you said you’re struggling with letting go. I just feel like you know, anytime you cry out to Him for help with letting go, you are letting go; you’re surrendering. Yes, it’s easy to want to return to things that comforted us or, or just make, you know, just the brain just, is wired to keep going in the direction that it’s used to. But every time you turn to Him, and every time you ask Him for help, He’s there. He won’t ever leave You. He’ll never forsake you. He is not worried about the fact that you’re struggling with this. He just wants to be there for you when you, when you cry out to Him and when you ask for Him to be there, He’s there. God I just ask that You would comfort Ethan. Help him to know that he’s not alone. Help him to find people to be accountable with. And I pray …

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2/2/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Exodus 10 - 12

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm Jill. Today's the second day of February. We're doing it. You're here, I'm here. God is here. I don't know what your intention is. If it's to go through the entire Bible from front to back, if you want want to grow closer to God, if you want to just hear what's in there for yourself, if you want to just take a look. Around and see what you think about all of this. Whatever your intention and your motivation is, I'm so glad that you're here and that we get to do this together. And together we are here. We are continuing in the Book of Exodus. We'll continue hearing about these plagues that well, you have to stay tuned and see what's happening. Today we're reading Exodus, chapters 10, 11 and twelve. And this week we are reading the New English Translation, Exodus, chapter ten.

Commentary

This is why the Book of Exodus is called the Book of Exodus. This is the exit of the children of Israel out of the land of Egypt. And this did not come without a story. And I think the theme of this particular story today is the pride of Pharaoh. It could have been an easy fix. It was a simple ask. The Lord sent Moses to ask Pharaoh to let his people go. And what we have is a showdown of Pharaoh's pride. He will not be weak in front of his people, and the heart of God is revealed. At the very beginning of this reading, the Lord said to Moses, go to Pharaoh, for I have hardened his heart and the heart of his servants in order to display these signs of mine before him. And in order that in the hearing of your son and your grandsons, you may tell how I made fools of the Egyptians and about my signs that I displayed among them so that you may know that I am the Lord. And what is evident is that Pharaoh has no revere and no fear of God. His pride is completely intact, and he is not willing to budge, even as his city and his people are literally being demolished before his eyes. But if we take the words of God that we just read again, we know that what we could so easily jump to is the theme that I said at the beginning of this. The theme is the pride of Pharaoh. The theme is actually the power of God. And that does not come secondary to the pride of man. I have been studying pride and fear for years, biblically and psychologically, and I have so basically because pride has affected me greatly in my own life, and watching people around me sometimes lose everything, everything for the need to be right, for an unwillingness to surrender or succumb to the power of the Almighty. And we can shake our finger at Pharaoh. We can call him names. We can tisk and disgust. But we can only look in the mirror. We can only take an in depth look at what we are missing out on. What are we potentially losing? What are we losing in our own need to hold on to selfish pride in our own necessity to be right? We can be right and we can lose everything and we can be all alone and think we're right and be so completely wrong. And I think the question we have to consider today is what are we willing to lose in order to have our pride? What are we missing out on in our need to be right? What are we not allowing God to do in our lives because we are unwilling to surrender to the Almighty God? It's a hard question and it's a worthy question. And I can tell you as a woman about to turn 50 this year looking back on her life, I was on the verge of losing it all. And my need to be right. Everything around me was burning to the ground at my own destruction. And by the grace of the Almighty God, somehow I was spared from losing it all.

Prayer

Father, we thank you for your word today. We thank you for these hard days, that are hard looks in the mirror. Hard questions to ask ourselves but necessary for growth. We do not grow in the comfortable. We only grow and change in the discomfort. And so we recognize that these questions are uncomfortable. They hit us in places that we're not willing to be hit in everyday life. But I pray God that they will propel us forward into change. You can take these hearts of stone and make them hearts of flesh. I pray that you would do just that as you work in us, through us. Let me thank you for this healing. Work that you do only you can. Do that changes us from the inside out that can even make these prideful people that we are, that love to talk with all of the answers, makes us humble. Humble people that listen more than we speak and have more questions than we have answers, who look to you to guide and direct us when we surrender our agenda to you, lay it at your feet and let you take us wherever it is that you long to lead us out of slavery, into freedom, into your marvelous light. We thank you for that. We pray this now in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.

Community Prayer Line

Hello, my DAB family. This is his beloved calling from California. I'm calling to ask quest prayer for my daughter and her family. They're missionaries who work with oppressed people in a challenging region of the world. And sadly, they've come up against some opposition from another Christian organization and they need prayer for wisdom and for protection. The action of the other organization could dramatically affect their future work. So I'm asking that you would please pray that the Lord would align the hearts and minds of everyone involved in this decision with his heart and his will and that they would come to a Godly and loving resolution and be unified. Thanks so much.

Good Morning Daily Audio bible Chronological this is his daughter Dominique and I am a new Chronological DABber. I did Daily Audio Bible for about a year and a half and I just kind of found it difficult to follow along with the stories, so I decided to try something new. And oh, how I have loved this. It has been no struggle to keep up and between Jill and China's commentary, it has just brought me so many blessings. This year I am calling to pray for a few of our DABbers. I recently heard the prayer request of Gina from California and oh, sister, how your story resonated with me and touched me. And I'm so sorry that that happened to you of the roommate who you are so actively trying to help and behind your back was trying to break you down in your business. And I just want to first pray for your roommate. May God open his heart and soften his heart to not do such malicious acts on people and to treat people with more kindness. And Lord, I pray for Gina as she heals from this and as her business is impacted by this, may she have encouragement and strength to keep going and to not allow this to harden her heart. DABbers, I pray for all of you. Debbie, our sister, who needs a kidney, grace, who was beautifully found in Alaska. I keep you all in my prayers and I'm excited for this year with you guys.

This is Jersey Jane for Jesus. It is January 27. There were two people who called in and I want to send my heart and my prayers out for their friends and their husband. A young woman called in saying a friend of hers was in trafficking, that trafficking is going on and we all know it every day. Lord, please intervene. Please see that these people can be freed. It's slavery. It's as if they were back in ancient times, being held captive, having to work as slaves. This was taken care of in the Old Testament. Let it be taken care of today. And the second person was Sarah, who called in about her husband having bipolar problems and needing new medications. Sarah, I pray that you can get to Australia for the wedding, that it will go smoothly, be uplifting, bring God with you. And I pray for all the mental illness that is out there. It seems to be rampant and it's very sad, but it can be overcome. We know the incredible works that Jesus can do.

Hi. This is Chassis from Kansas. I wanted to call for I think you said your name was Neo in North Georgia. I am so sorry for what you're going through with your marriage and for. What your wife has been through. I'm so sorry. I just want to lift you and your family of a prayer, because as you said, if you won't stand in the gap, then who will? That's beautiful and that's admirable that you're standing in for your family. So I want to pray for you and your family. Lord, Heavenly Father, we come before you and lift up this family, Lord. God, I pray that you will work in these hearts, in this woman's heart who's been so hurt and mistreated that things that should have never happened to her, Lord, but they did. And I just pray for her salvation, Lord, that she would see you and she would know you, Lord, and she would give her life to you and that she would know you as her Lord and Savior. Lord, I pray that this marriage and this family will be restored. Lord, I've seen you do it in my marriage and my family, and I know that you can do it again. God, I pray for this family. Thank you, God, for what you're about to do in this family, in this marriage. In Jesus name, I love all of you and I pray for all of you with every prayer request. And even those who don't call in. Just know you are so loved and you are prayed for. God bless all of you.

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