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[ryoubandwagon]

I will draw him! I will draw him!! The man!! The myth!! The legend!!!!! 💞💞💞

[ozarkthedog]

24 and 33 with any Chris character you choose, if your still doing prompts.

#24 Choking Kink

#33 “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll have to do it myself.”

Warnings: DubCon that merges into NonCon, Dark!Steve Rogers, Dirty Talk, Asphyxiation

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  Ravaged

 You needed to get fucked.

You look up as Steve walks through the door to your apartment in the Compound. He’s covered in sweat, muscles bulging from an intense sparring session with Bucky. You can tell he’s agitated; Bucky must’ve gotten the upper hand. You smirk, knowing now would be the right time to get him to unleash his inner beast.

He’s always been so careful with you whenever you have sex. Too careful. Slow thrusts, barely there handfuls, with light loving kisses. He never left you wanting, orgasms were plentiful, but you were tired of gentle Steve and gentle sex. You wanted to be ravaged.

You follow him to the bedroom and watch as he tosses his gear to the floor, “Rough session, huh?”

His blue eyes glance in your direction, annoyance radiates off him, “Yeah, Bucky, he got me a few times today.” As he rips off his shirt in a fury, clenching his jaw. You saunter over to him wiggling your hips, running your hands over his strong shoulders and send him a playful smile, “I can help you ease that tension you’ve got. Make you feel really good, Steve.”

He catches your hands in his, “That’s ok, Doll. Maybe another time, yeah?” he says through a pinched smile.

Biting your lip in frustration, you slide your hands from his, barely trying to contain your displeasure, “Ok.” Guess you’ll take care of yourself today.

Steve catches your hips as you move to turn away, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Your eyes look anywhere but Steve. Grasping your chin, he tilts it so you’re looking at him, “Tell me. You know I don’t like having to ask.”

Sighing out, you breach the subject that’s long been on your mind. “I want you to fuck me.” It feels good to get it off your chest, no longer feeling guilty for wanting.

“Language.” He says playfully but then his voice drops to a serious tone, “I don’t want to be rough with you, Doll.”

Looking him dead in the eyes, “What if I want you to be rough me?” Steve stares you down, “I can’t risk it. I don’t want to lose control.” He goes to brush your cheek, the same way he always does. Usually you love it, but now infuriates you. You needed to release this pent up stress before you went crazy.

Pulling away from him, you mutter, “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll have to do it myself.”

Just as you’re about to step through the door you hear Steve’s demanding voice, “Stop.” Your body stills at his tone, close to the Captain voice you’d only heard once before, but it left a mark on your brain. “Get over here.” You turn and see his finger is pointing to the ground in front of him.

You step before him, his body tall and overbearing. You’ve always loved how big he is, it was a huge turn on knowing how easy he could overpower you. He just never did it.

He gives you a firm stare, “Is that what you really want?”

Eyes never leaving his, showing him how much you truly want this, “Yes. I want you to ravage me.”

You see the tension rising in him, and it makes your pussy clench. A tiny smirk shows before he bares his teeth, “Ok, Doll… so be it.”

You gasp out as he pulls you in for a forceful kiss, his tongue instantly searching for yours. A crude moan leaves your lips as you feel his ripped body press against yours, he’s already starting to grow under his track pants.  

His hands move to your breasts, groping you through the shirt then yanking it over your head. His mouth latches onto the top of your breast and bites down earning him a yelp. His tongue snakes down to tease your nipple as his other hand plucks at the opposite peak. Your hands wind through his hair and give a hard tug. He groans out deeply against your skin, making you push your thighs together.

Your hands start to grip his waist band, desperate to get your hands on him but his strong grip is now pushing you to your knees.

His eyes are dark, lust drips from every word, “You’re going to swallow me down that pretty mouth of yours.” He grits out as he yanks out his fully hard cock from his pants, bouncing up against his stomach. Your mouth waters instantly, your hands grasp around his thick length as he shakes them from his cock.

Your brow raises in question at him. You reach up to grasp him again but he swats your hand away, “You said you’d make me feel really good, right? Well, I think I’ll feel really good if I fuck your face.”

He thrusts suddenly into your awaiting mouth, not giving you time to respond, only receive. You gag as he fills your mouth completely, the engorged head hitting the back of your throat making your eyes water. “Yes, gag around my cock, Doll.” Steady thrusts hit your throat one after the next, never giving you any time to recover. 

His grip is solid around the back of your head, he’s not letting you rethink your words. He can feel his control lacking. Steve pulls his cock out enough for you to suck in a few breaths as he looks you over. Eyes tearing up, cheeks flushed, lips red and wet. It sends him spiraling, wanting to absolutely devour you.

Halfway through a breath he shoves his cock back into your mouth making you gag forcefully around him. His eyes are cold shade of dark blue, as they stare down at your withering form. Tilting your head up to look at him he holds his cock in your mouth feeling your tongue move around his aching member. You try to whimper, but there’s no room for it to escape with your mouth so full.

“You want to be ravaged; well I’m going to ruin you.”

A chill runs up your heated back at his words. Your heart beat quickens from nerves and from wanting to breathe. You try to pull off his cock only to have his large hands hold you in place. Eyes shooting up at him in disbelief, you start smacking his thighs only to have him capture both in one of his.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he demands harshly even though he knows you can’t respond. You shake your head even though it’s pointless. “You’ll breath when I want you to breath.” Your eyes are full of tears now, wide and scared, as your body starts to heave for air.

He pulls out sharply and thrusts back in allowing a gasp of breath. “God, your mouth feels perfect around me.” Forceful thrusts shove your mouth wide open to accommodate him. His balls slap obscenely against your soaked chin as his hand covers the back of your head fucking your face as deep as he can go.

He grunts out loudly, his eyes slam shut as you feel his cock get slightly bigger as he’s just about to cum. His cock feels heavy on your tongue, the harsh thrusts make you gag harder around him. “I’m going to cum and you’re going to hold it in that pretty mouth or else.”

Your eyes close with relief knowing the end is near. His thrusts pick up as he shoves your head harder and harder down on him. Your jaw aches and your lips feel bruised from the abuse. His body tenses up and he grunts out as his hips stutter, then stills as he cums.

You cry is muffled when his cum floods your mouth, willing yourself to not swallow, as you feel some slip down your throat. Your gag reflex kicks back in and you heave as some escapes from your mouth, smearing your lips.

Steve’s chest is pounding as he pulls his cock from your mouth. “Leave that mouth open”, he commands. He stares down at you in awe, eyes brightening as you follow his words. Your jaw aches as you kneel with Steve’s cum in your mouth, anticipating what he’s going to do next. He brushes your tears away as more of his cum slips out of the corners.

“I want you to close your mouth but do not swallow.” You hesitate, but when he cocks an eyebrow at you, you comply. You hold back another gag that wants to surface, groaning out instead.

“Good Girl.” He walks behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, making you whimper. He kneels behind you, sliding one hand over your arms and torso while the other slides over your face. The large hand covers both your mouth and nose, cutting off your air yet again. You struggle viciously in his grip wanting no more of this, “DO. NOT. SWALLOW.” His voice cuts through your futile attempts at escape.

Your heart pounds harder in your chest as your lungs start to burn. Steve enjoys feeling you struggle for air in his arms. The groans go straight to his cock.  He holds your nose and mouth closed for another few moments, letting you choke on his thick seed. 

He lets you go suddenly sending you crashing to the ground, coughing out his cum onto the carpet. The way his seed coats your mouth makes it difficult to get a full breath in your lungs but your happy with the small amount you can get.

Steve leers over your body as you push yourself up on all fours, swallowing down what’s left of his cum.

“Get up.” He demands of you. You stare up at him with frightened eyes, “Steve, no. I’m done. I don’t want anymore.” You whimper out as he crouches down to your level, eyes cold and hard, “Do I have to remind you, Doll? You wanted to get ravaged, so I’m going to ravage you.”

You cry out as he picks you up and tosses you on the bed. You have a moment of peace, but it’s torn away as you hear him slam the door, shut and lock it.

“Ready to get fucked, Doll?”

[de-vee-l]

Music box: chapter 5 - at the end of the day

Antonina stretched her arms as she put on a big comfy shirt. She turned to a bot that was standing near the wall.

- Sorry if I took too long, - she said, - We can go now.

He silently reached out his servo for the girl to sit on. They walked out of the room and went down the hall. Today’s mission was a success, Tonya was given a permission to use Decepticons’ decontaminating shower and she could now just go back to Soundwave’s berthroom to rest, so she felt very relaxed. Communications officer still had a work to do and Lazerbeak was out somewhere as well, so he ordered a vehicon to take care of her for the time being. The girl looked at the mech.

- So, what is your name? - she asked and he turned to her, - If you’re watching after me, it would be nice to know how to call you.

- 5T3V3, - he answered.

- I see... um.... Can I call you by some nickname?

- Steve.

- Oh, alright, - the girl now felt a little flustered, since she was ready to call him TV or 33, - I am Antonina. But you can call me Tonya.

The mech didn’t answer. He just turned away. Well, she could understand that. After all, it looked like Decepticons didn’t really like humans to begin with. And these vehicons weren’t the most talkative ones.

They entered Soundwave’s quarters. Robot put the girl on desk where she had made herself a bed out of big fluffy blanket and single pillow. There was also a small mat, a box and a bag. She sat there and took her notes again. She couldn’t delay it any further. She always did all if her homework in the first day, training the rest of her days off. Now was the fourth day already and her math was still far from completion.

Steve stayed with her as he was ordered and watched her struggles with difficult formulas. He was silent and only once took a glance at tiny book. Surprisingly, all these formulas didn’t look so hard and complicated. Well, what could he expect of creatures whose processor was so much smaller than his. Although he did find these little creatures a little interesting.

Suddenly his com hissed making him jolt. He touched it hearing Shockwave’s voice.

- Vehicon 5T3V3, come to the lab. Your assistence is required.

- But, Shockwave, sir, I am now fulfilling officer Soundwave’s order. I cannot leave his organic’s side untill he dismisses me.

- That is none of my concern. Other Vehicons are out in the energon mines, so you must have more important tasks than watching after an organic.

The call ended. It looked like he didn’t have a choice. Again. Well, this is what being a vehicon means. Steve looked at the girl again recalling what she asked to call her.

- Tonya, - she looked up at him, - I am summoned to Shockwave’s lab. Since I still can’t let you out of my sight, you are to go with me.

- But Lord Megatron said I can’t go anywhere beside Soundwave’s room and sanctum, - she answered concerned.

Vehicon thought for a moment and after few seconds answered:

- I don’t think Lord Megatron would come to the lab himself if he needed to discuss something with Shockwave. He would rather summon Shockwave to the deck, - he said, - Anyway, I need to be quick, so grab what you need and let’s go.

Antonina took her books and put them into bag hastily, then jumped on Steve’s servo. They walked through the ship’s hallways for some time before they finally arrived at the large door. It opened as Steve walked closer. Inside was a large room all packed with different gadgets, machines, glass tubes, pipes and other strange lab equipment. The room was well lit, unlike most of the rooms on Nemesis. Antonina could see two more vehicons at one of the desks... um... doing something she wasn’t sure what. Then she saw another mech approach them. The first thing that stroke her eye was not coloring or body complection. It was his eye. One and only.

- “Didn’t know that Cybertronians had cyclops” - she thought.

The purple con pointed his finger at the girl.

- What is this organic doing here? - he asked with monotone voice. It somehow reminded her of her math teacher from back home.

- My apologies, Shockwave, sir, but I still cannot neglet officer Soundwave’s orders. So may I ask permission for her to stay in the lab for the time being. Of course, she will be quiet and will not interrupt with your work.

The cyclops looked at the human for a few seconds and then nodded. Steve then placed her at the edge of the desk, the girl sat down leaning her back against the wall.

- Do not try anything illogical, - Shockwave said before going back to his work.

- Nice to meet you too, - Tonya said quietly going back to her work as well.

***

Antonina stretched her limbs sore from sitting in one position. Finally, she finished, and the freedom was all hers. Putting her studyings back in her bag the girl pressed her feet against the wall and stretched again. Of course, the day was done, so there was no more time for training, but a little evening exercise wouldn’t hurt.

Suddenly she heard a growl nearby. Turning around she saw a giant metal muzzle right in front of her. Taking a look at the body of the one who appeared before her, Tonya said:

- First - a cyclop. Now - a dragon. How many more mythical creatures do they have here?

The beast inhaled. It seemed to sniff her. “Can they even feel smell? They are made of metal. Do they have same feelings as humans do?” The girl thought.

- Nu zdrastvui, Strashilochka, - she said, carefully holding out her hand, - Mind if I touch you?

She stopped her hand, not daring to touch the dragon yet. After a few seconds it brought its muzzle a little closer and touched her, letting the girl pet him slightly before backing off.

Steve noticed that Predacon has approached the human and got worried. This could be really bad. He was used to behaving with other Decepticons more or less, but a human was a whole different story. The Vehicon stiffened, now always looking back at them while trying not to get too distracted from his work.

- Is everything okay? - he asked when the beast backed off.

- Yes, just got a few “How to train your dragon” vibes, - she answered.

- What?

- Never mind. It’s from human cinematography, - oh, so obviously she associated the creature with something from local culture. The ‘con sighed in relief.

- Predaking seems surprisingly calm with you, but still be careful, - he said.

- Predaking? - Tonya looked at the dragon, - So it’s a male. Guess, he deserves his name. Looks pretty regal to me.

Then she looked at Steve as he walked away going back to his duty. And she heard the sound of shifting. She remembered quite clearly that this sound was always heard when ‘con transformed into vehicle. But who would need to transform here, in the lab? And under Shockwave’s eye? It sure didn’t seem like a good idea. The girl looked around curiously only to find no vehicles around. And no dragon either. In his place standed a large mech of the same coloring and he stared at her.

- Oh, - the only thing she could say, before a realization struck her quickly, - Ooooh... - now it was her turn to back away slightly, - Um... Sorry. Didn’t know you could do that.

The mech approached her and placed his servo on the table beside her. And bent down to be on one level with her. In the end his faceplate was in mere inches from girl’s face.

- Never expected Decepticons to go Autobot way, - he snarled, - Or could you be one of Autobots’ pets?

- No, - Tonya said, backing away again, - More like Soundwave’s personal music box.

- A music box? - Predaking raised his optic ridge.

- Well, you know, a little pretty box with a figure on top. You start it and it plays music as a figure dances.

All she got in response was a “hmm” as Predacon standed straight looking down at the human. Clearly he still wanted something.

- What did you say to me? - he asked with his usual snarl.

- Excuse me? - the girl asked, not sure what he was talking about.

- Before you asked permission to touch me. What did you say? - now his voice sounded even more intimidating.

- Um... I only greeted you, - she answered, but under his gaze she realized that hiding anything wasn’t the best idea, - And... I used a nickname to address you since I didn’t know your name.

- And what was that name you used? - he snarled again, sending a shiver down girl’s spine.

- It was.., - Antonina thought for a moment wondering how to translate it correctly, - Well, the word means “scare” but in affectionate way. We use such words to address something we like.

The beast snarled again. Now the situation was getting really scary. She tried her best to explain it in the way, that wouldn’t anger the dragon, but she wasn’t sure she succeeded. The girl looked at Steve, who stood not far from them and already seemed to start panicking. He took a small step towards them looking like he was ready to grab the girl and make a run with her any moment. Then they heard the door slide open. Steve jolted and then suddenly looked relieved.

- Tonya, officer Soundwave has come to pick you up! - he announced.

Then the girl felt a familiar tentacle drab her by the collar and snatch away from predacon. She faced visor that now showed a smiley face.

- Hello, Soundwave. Did you finish your work? - she asked after releasing the breath she didn’t know she was holding.

The mech nodded, placed the girl in his servo, took her bag and left the lab. They walked down the halls of Nemesis in silence as usual. But Antonina didn’t mind. Actually, she never minded silence if it wasn’t just too awkward to bare. Communications officer entered his berthroom and placed his human on the desk.

- Thank you, - the girl said, - You really saved me back there.

Soundwave nodded again before detaching Lazerbeak from his chasis and turning the light dim.

[gamex2020]

Best SNES Games

    List of All SNES Games Based on Movies

Here are the best SNES Games of all time. Check out our picks for the best SNES games!

3 Ninjas Kick Back

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $60-$70

This is an action-platformer with co-op gameplay and great sound design. The graphics and controls are a little lackluster.

The Addams Family

Release Year: 1992

Current Value: $14-$17

Mediocre SNES platformers can often be saved with great mascots, and this is no exception. You only get to play as Gomez, and the only levels are in the family’s mansion, but it’s worth a play if you’re a fan.

Addams Family Values

Release Year: 1992

Current Value: $14-$17

This is A Link to the Past, but with Uncle Fester and friends. The password system is infuriating, but the game itself is solid. Bonus points to the developers for making an action RPG with the license instead of a platformer.

Aladdin

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $15-$17

Aladdin is often considered one of the best licensed platformers of all time. The SNES version and the Genesis version have obvious differences, but they’re both masterpieces.

Alien 3

Release Year: 1992

Current Value: $18-$20

Ripley makes her way through a passable run-and-gun adventure. This port is leagues ahead of the NES version, which was only released a few months earlier.

An American Tail: Fievel Goes West

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $70-$75

Fievel gets to take down some 16-bit bosses with decent gameplay variety. The colors are sharp, and the levels aren’t too long are hard; this title is very kid friendly.

Batman Forever

Release Year: 1995

Current Value: $8

This is a truly terrible game that’s great fun to watch during speed run conventions. Notably, there is a “training mode” that attempts to be a fully-fledged tournament fighter, but it fails miserably.

Batman Returns

Release Year: 1992

Current Value: $18-$20

Unlike Batman Forever, this is a creative side-scrolling action game that uses the Animated Series’ aesthetic effectively.

Beauty and the Beast

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $40-$45

This side-scrolling game is rather generic. You play as Beast and try to save Belle, but there’s little to separate it from other games in the genre.

Bebe’s Kids

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $33-$37

This is the slowest beat-em-up of all time. Walking is slow, attacking is slow, and enemies have seemingly infinite health. Stay away.

Beethoven: The Ultimate Canine Caper

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $8-$10

A simple platformer where you can play as a dog that barks at enemies for damage. No, it’s not about the composer.

Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $8-$10

This is a semi-sufficient replacement for gamers that crave more Castlevania. The graphics are a little gaudy, but you came to fight Dracula, and fight Dracula you shall.

Casper

Release Year: 1996

Current Value: $85-$100

This plays kind of like A Boy and his Blob, with Casper tethered to Kat Harvey. Oddly, the Japanese Super Famicom Casper is different, with the roles reversed in an isometric perspective.

Cliffhanger

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $5-$7

There’s less cliffhanging and more bad-guy punching. It’s a simple brawler based on a simple movie. Missed opportunity for a cliffhanger ending, of course.

Cool World

Release Year: 1992

Current Value: $10-$13

Although a mediocre adventure game, this stays pretty close to the source material. It’s a lot more kid-friendly, though, and appropriate for Nintendo.

Cutthroat Island

Release Year: 1995

Current Value: $8-$10

Lukewarm swashbuckling action is backed up by nice graphics and music. It’s button mashing, but hey, swords are cool.

Demolition Man

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $15-$18

Mediocre platforming sometimes switches to decent top-down shooting. Don’t you wish it was one or the other? This could have been a decent Contra clone.

Dennis the Menace

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $8-$10

You have to collect all of Mr. Wilson’s coins and find two of Dennis’ friends. Notably, there’s a timer; it’s just as anxious as the movie.

Dinocity

Release Year: 1992

Current Value: $13-$15

It’s based on the movie Adventures in Dinosaur City. The graphics and worlds are fun to explore, and the dinosaurs you choose actually affect gameplay.

Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $9-$12

Bruce Lee gets a well-deserved tournament fighter, but almost every aspect of the game is poor. At least Bruce Lee was given recognition by getting a character in every other fighting game series.

The Flintstones

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $10-$13

This game uses its overworld as a sort of board game, where landing on a space decides the level you play. Sometimes it’s shops, sometimes it’s bosses, sometimes it’s a normal platformer.

Home Alone

Release Year: 1991

Current Value: $8-$10

Not only does it not follow the movie, but this game can be completed in less than half an hour. Even Macaulay Culkin hates it.

Home Alone 2: Lost in New York

Release Year: 1992

Current Value: $6-$8

There’s powerups, and this has a little more going for it than the first game, but it’s not a significant improvement. It’s a bit nice to powerslide into enemies.

Hook

Release Year: 1992

Current Value: $23-$26

The gameplay is standard platforming, but the graphics are outstanding for the time period. It almost looks like modernized pixel art made with decades of experience.

The Hunt for Red October

Release Year: 1991

Current Value: $6-$8

There’s side-scrolling and underwater action, with Super Scope bonus levels. If you enjoyed Jaws on the NES, this might catch your fancy.

Indiana Jones’ Greatest Adventures

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $30-$35

Few movie games effectively used the Mode 7 functionality on the SNES, but this game is a joy to look at. It’s the second most iconic sidescroller featuring whip-based combat.

Judge Dredd

Release Year: 1995

Current Value: $7-$9

Run-and-guns don’t often give you the option to arrest the enemies instead of blasting them to bits. There’s hard bosses to make it worth strolling through the brightly-covered comic book levels.

The Jungle Book

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $5-$7

This game picked up where the original Pitfall left off. It’s platforming with vine-swinging, so of course it’s satisfying. Is there any game with vine-swinging that isn’t?

Jurassic Park

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $5-$7

Grant has a chibi sprite in this game that utilizes alternating perspectives. Top-down shooting with explosives and tranquilizers switches to first-person gaming when entering a building. No continues and no passwords; you have to beat the whole thing in one go.

Last Action Hero

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $8-$10

Most of the Arnold Schwarzenegger games are shooters, but this one is a beat-em-up. The final boss of the game is the final boss of the movie to boot.

The Lawnmower Man

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $8-$10

Nothing to do with the movie, and nothing to do with the book. Yet, it’s just as weird as both. This is a first-person platformer, a first-person shooter, a sidescroller, and a shoot-em-up (with two different perspectives and three distinct styles) all at once. Each level is different.

Lethal Weapon

Release Year: 1992

Current Value: $8-$10

It’s a platformer with shooting elements where you can play as Riggs or Murtaugh. Oddly enough, the developers opted for a more cartoony style than what you’d expect for an adaptation of the movie.

The Lion King

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $8-$10

One of Disney’s best games, this sold over a million copies in the U.S. alone. It’s really hard, but not terribly unfair.

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $18-$20

Thank goodness you get to play as the monster and not some boring human. You can attack all of the vengeful townspeople to your heart’s content; the plot closely follows the 1994 film it’s based on, rather than the book or the old-school Universal movie.

The Mask

Release Year: 1995

Current Value: $35-$40

Gamers would pick this up for the humor and goof factor, and The Mask delivers. It’s a side-scroller with whacky attacks and ammo meters to manage.

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie

Release Year: 1995

Current Value: $40-$50

Beat-em-ups suit the Power Rangers cast. Much like other games in the genre, it’s repetitive, but great for fans of the series. There’s six characters, though they do play relatively similarly.

No Escape

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $11-$13

No Escape’s graphics are really, really good, and it has awesome cutscenes to boot. Unfortunately, it controls really poorly. Something good got lost along the way.

Outlander

Release Year: 1992

Current Value: $10-$12

Outlander was originally developed as a Mad Max game before the developers lost the rights. There’s driving and shooting, and walking and shooting. It’s a bit repetitive, but maybe it would have sold well with an actual license.

The Pagemaster

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $7-$9

Another Macaulay Culkin game with platforming, this time with magic combat and literature worlds. It’s not bad, but he hates this one too.

Pinocchio

Release Year: 1995

Current Value: $13-$15

Old-school platforming with an emphasis on puzzles. There’s storybook cutscenes too, which are a nice reward for finishing each level.

RoboCop 3

Release Year: 1991

Current Value: $13-$15

He’s slow in the movie, but does he have to be so slow in the game too? It would be funny if it weren’t so hard, though fans will get a kick out of it regardless.

The Rocketeer

Release Year: 1991

Current Value: $6-$8

Like many other games on this list, Rocketeer tries to mix genres; it’s half flying, a quarter shooting, and a quarter brawling. The flying segments would be interesting, but it asks you to look at a tiny camera window at the bottom of the screen instead of the big landscape that takes up the rest.

Snow White: Happily Ever After

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $23-$25

Targeted at casual gamers, this sidescroller has three difficulty levels. Though the gameplay isn’t extremely unique, you have to give credit to developers that knew their audience.

Stargate

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $10-$13

Though it controls decently, this is a run-of-the-mill platformer. They played it super safe with this one, considering Stargate lends itself to any number of genres.

Super Godzilla

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $12-$15

Super Godzilla is hard to classify; half of it is a slow one-on-one fighter, and the other half is tactical tile movement. The bottom half of the screen shows tiles you can move Godzilla to, while the top half shows the actual actions Godzilla is taking. It’s methodical and appropriate.

Super Star Wars

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $10-$12

Luke starts off with a blaster, and eventually upgrades to a lightsaber! There’s even more action than the movie for this sidescroller, plus a playable Han and Chewbacca. Even though it’s not subtitled, the game is based on Episode IV, clearly preparing for sequels. Don’t worry, there’s vehicle combat too.

Super Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $11-$13

Episode V follows the gameplay of its predecessor, adding new weapons and special moves for the characters. Plus, there’s double jumping and a final boss fight with Vader. However, the story isn’t finished…

Super Star Wars: Return of the Jedi

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $14-$16

Once again, this follows the Super Star Wars formula, but adds Leia and Wicket as playable characters. There’s more content and action-packed levels, and this is about as good as it gets for licensed games of the 16-bit era.

T2: The Arcade Game

Release Year: 1991

Current Value: $9-$11

This is a conversion of the lightgun arcade game; don’t bother playing without a Super Scope or a SNES Mouse. If you have either, this game is a super fun novelty.

The Terminator

Release Year: 1992

Current Value: $32-$35

Difficult side-scrolling with no continues are punctuated by fun driving segments. It’s harder than it is long, but you’d wish it was all driving.

Terminator 2: Judgment Day

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $32-$35

It’s a sidescrolling adventure game, but half of it is escort levels. Plus, it’s not always easy to tell what you’re supposed to do. In short: quite frustrating.

Toy Story

Release Year: 1995

Current Value: $10-$13

Believe it or not, this is one of the best platformers on the system. It has awesome graphics, controls nicely and has fun levels. It sold so well, they ran out of chips to make more cartridges.

Toys

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $5-$7

This game is seriously unimpressive. You have to collect toys to fight the enemy with, but most of the screen is covered up by isometric tiles coated in eye-straining blue paint.

True Lies

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $30-$35

Reviews for this are polarized. It’s a top-down shooter almost reminiscent of modern games like Hotline Miami. It’s short, but very sweet.

Warlock

Release Year: 1994

Current Value: $10-$12

It’s repetitive and you won’t want to finish it, but the puzzles and spells of Warlock are impressive for a couple hours.

Wayne’s World

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $10-$12

It’s hard to be accurate to a movie like this, but the Wayne’s World game is goofy and fun. The graphics are pretty good, but it’s hard to pay attention to them with the game’s difficulty.

We’re Back! A Dinosaur’s Story

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $6-$8

It uses the movie’s characters, but has a new plot to follow. The graphics are nice, but it’s a rather simple platformer. Great for kids.

The Wizard of Oz

Release Year: 1993

Current Value: $20-$25

It’s got some cool ideas; the main cast is all playable and there’s new locations to visit in the World of Oz. Unfortunately, the platforming is broken and the foreground and background blend together.

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From Kings Cross home again you felt yourself pulled through the house to the distant Southern Wing. Between the torn edges of the tapestries that straight on glimmered like new under its enchantment to reveal themselves only to your bloodline and fading of the portraits half cast in shadows all curiously peering out you with scowls breaking from their face. Each of them wondering what brought their youngest relative to this wing.

Aloofly you released your braid that slid down over your back. Your head tilted back in front of the red double doors etched with golden accents above which you read the name ‘Ignus’ you recognized as a cousin for your ancestor and former Headmaster at Hogwarts Phineas, opening the door you looked around eyeing the entirely golden room with bright red wooden furniture inside making you whisper, “Someone was colorblind.” Stepping inside you heard someone coming up behind you while you moved to the alcove in the wall shifted into a small study still packed with notes and random trinkets.

Neville behind you asked, “Snooping for anything in particular?”

You shook your head saying, “No, just, had to come in.”

Neville walked to your side peering up at the books on the shelves, “Does it ever get old?” You glanced at him with a curious grin, “Sensing things?”

Chuckling to yourself you replied, “At times. This is different. Just have to find out why.” Making him chuckle and help you flip through each book and skim over every page, the second shelf of which when reached found Draco curiously joining you.

Draco skimmed his fourth book asking, “What are we looking for?”

You shrugged then reached out for another book only to miss the spine and knock your knuckle on the shelf, soft echoes of a memory tried to play for you but it was too worn from years of dusting on the shelves. Sliding your fingers along the shelves you crouched down until you found a tiny scuff in the wood. 

Turning your head you peered around the books there until you found a tiny groove, emptying that portion of the shelf with the help of the guys around you a clear outline was discovered. Without a lever or button to press you simply pressed on the back and heard a click, retracting your hands you eased the shelf out only to pause seeing the back was a false back. A sliding latch there like on the back of a picture frame was turned and it easily came free revealing a leather binder that you turned over in your hands.

Across the front of it you read the message in latin, ‘A Black in Need Has a Friend in Deed.’

Draco’s brows furrowed, “In Deed, why the space?”

You shrugged and grabbed the leather strap on the side untwisting it from the securing fob to open the binder revealing a stack of Deeds to various properties, “Wow.” Easing back you sat down and crossed your legs while you set them all out, “The Paris Manor.”

Neville, “This one’s in Rome.”

Draco, “These are in Russia.”

With furrowed brows you eyed the others, “Barbados?” Flipping through the twenty reading from Barbados you left the others to the boys, who read off one in every continent including one in Antarctica as you got up and moved to the large map along the wall. Tracing the longitude and latitude lined your fingers paused on empty ocean making you shake your head, “There’s nothing there.”

At that the boys turned and climbed to their feet joining you, Neville said, “Maybe they’re unplottable now?”

“Maybe…Phineas might know.” Turning around you spotted the knight in the portrait on the wall and asked, “Would you be able to get a message to Phineas through his portrait in Hogwarts, we have a question for him? Please, thank you.” His head bowed and he raced off. In his absence you drew out one of your Thestral items to locate the islands on the map, a task coming up with the tiny creature simply circling the empty ocean in that same area.

Behind you Phineas’ voice sounded clearly, “I was informed you requested my aid?”

With a nod you turned, “Yes, um, we found these deeds, and these twenty,”

He nodded, “Yes, the sanctuaries.”

Your brow inched up and you three asked, “Sanctuaries?”

He nodded, “Yes, my cousin had an interest in magical beasts, those islands hold a variety of them.” As you took notes he listed all he could remember of them then he added, “All the islands are connected by archways with settlements on each sitting empty. Also bit of a nutter, expecting the world to collapse, though, best you find those now, seems it might come in handy.” His head turned to the right and he said, “Was that all? Albus is calling me.”

You nodded, “Thank you very much, yes.”

Phineas nodded and said with a grin your way, “Do not worry, before you dug those up none but Ignus and I knew of those islands.”

With that he left and you glanced at the pair of them making Draco smirk, “Anyone up for an exploration?”

Neville grinned, “They did say we would be on our own till dinner.”

You nodded and after hiding the deeds again and righting the shelves and books you left the room to go find the twins. Excitedly through your enchanted doorway you eyed the tropical paradise, with brooms in hand you soared overhead tracing the miles of land on each forming crude maps for each mimicking the one for Hogwarts to mark the creatures there. None that could be traced by Muggles and docile for those with magic, at your side Draco said, “Think of how many we could hide here.”

You nodded, “Exactly.”

Magical condos were set up on each complete with self sustaining greenhouses and water systems, upon returning you began to formulate plans, already you had a list of names of possible targets, and with the space needed to hide them you could now begin to form a plan. Back in your room you set out the maps then glanced at your door saying, “K?”

Across your bed you were all settled and popping up at the foot of it K eyed you all asking, “Yes, my Mistress?”

“I have a question to ask you, that might upset you, but please hear me out.”

“You can always ask me anything my Mistress.”

You wet your lips then asked, “How would one go about finding another House Elf in need of a house to serve?”

You could catch his momentary flinch and inhale before answering, “There are listings, in certain unsavory places you yourself should not wander through. Though it is easier for a fellow Elf to send out word for others. You are wishing for another Elf, Mistress?”

Scooting the maps closer to his view he climbed up onto the bench at the foot of your bed and looked them over, “We own these lands, and soon there will be a great many to protect. A task greater than the Order can handle on its own.” Wetting your lips you continued, “We have ways to find out who would be taken next, if we could get House Elves to assist in the gathering and tending to those living on these islands I think we could outlast this. What do you think?”

In a relaxing exhale he looked you five over then nodded, “It sounds like a remarkable plan. I will send out word for as many Elves as possible. Once bound none can spill your secrets, even when cursed. Word has spread of how our family treats our Elves we should have plenty of applicants by the end of the week.”

“Thank you K.”

He grinned and nodded his head, “Anything for you, my Mistress.”

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The Pears would be arriving for New Years instead of Christmas granting you a bit more time and saving you the hassle of having to guide Petunia through their interrogations on how your mother had grown up. 

In a fresh snowfall you stepped through your doorway and out into the empty park and took the brief stroll through the empty streets to the Dursley home. Since Marge’s last visit did not go as planned Vernon was called to go out to their family home out near Shropshire freeing Dudley and Petunia to come and stay with you. A knock on their door had Petunia animatedly opening it to usher you inside, “Come in, come in, just rounding up the last bits. Dudley!” Upstairs shuffling was heard and she flashed you a quick grin, “You are certain there will be room for us all?”

“The Black Family home isn’t much of a home, per se,” her brow ticked up, “One of the oldest families in the Wizarding World, there’s a lot of money behind it and it’s more of a castle than a house.”

“You live in a castle?”

“It is safe, mostly between there and the Weasley home we spend our time. Their home is around the same size as yours. It was more about a safe place to hide that no one could find. But no, there’s plenty of room, much needed since the Malfoys and Tonks’ will be coming over this year again.”

She nodded again, “And they know we’re coming?”

You nodded, “Yes, trust me, no one is going to give you a hard time. You’re family.”

In a few moments Dudley was down the steps with his bag in hand asking, “Harry’s gonna be there? We haven’t had a Christmas with Harry in years.”

“Yup. You ready?”

Petunia nodded then asked, “How are we traveling?”

“I can call the doorway if you like unless you’d like to take the scenic route through to London for the Grimmauld Place entrance.”

Dudley, “Doorway? Like when Harry left last time, just going through our door?” You nodded, “How do you do that?”

With a chuckle you asked, “You’ve seen Howl’s Moving castle?”

Dudley nodded, “So it’s like their doorway then, with a dial and all?”

You nodded, “Something like that, more with runes than with color wheels, and only certain people can call the doorway or pass through it, any intruders are sent off to the marshes.”

To the doorway you led the duo and into the dimly lit hall they followed you trying to read the runes etched into the worn and faded wallpaper along the walls until the stained glass door before them was opened and they both gasped in the first sight of the main hall you led them into. Behind them the door was closed and looking around they took in all they could in following you through it to their rooms, “I’ll show you to your rooms then we can pop back down for some tea.”

Along the way to the matching silver, yellow accented rooms you pointed out a great deal of what was along the way until they entered their assigned rooms to inspect them and eagerly come back to your side for the walk to the window coated sitting room where tea was waiting for them. There Petunia asked in taking her seat as Dudley peered up at the painting with penguins chasing butterflies, “Are you alone here?”

You shook your head, “No, my cousins Draco and Neville are sleeping. Neville’s baby sister Nellie just had her tonsils out so they had a late night ice cream party when she got home. Their parents are upstairs sleeping, Draco’s parents should be along after work, they work with Dad, Regulus and Remus. There was an incident in the Ministry yesterday so they all got called in early. The Tonks’ should be in tomorrow. The Weasleys, well, Harry’s at theirs till lunch helping to shift everything to come over by lunch, had some big snow and they need to get some repairs on their sheds and pig pens, small stuff.” 

You giggled softly serving the tea, “So no, not alone, just the only one up right now. Oh, and you remember Severus,” she nodded, “He’s coming too, along with Barty, another of our Professors. Hagrid should be along too with Minerva and sometimes Dumbledore drops by if he’s up to a crowd, usually avoids family gatherings.”

Petunia, “You really get on with all of your Professors then?” Lifting her cup for a sip as you added a sugar cube to yours.

“Yes, most of them are like family. When I had to play dead I spent a lot of my time with them.”

Dudley asked sheepishly, “Those creatures, over the summer,” he wet his lips, “Are more of them coming?”

You shook your head, “No.”

Petunia caught the moment of tensing you had and asked, “What about the ones who sent them?”

“Umbridge sent them, hoping to get Harry expelled. She has been suspended, and there are others, who would come after Muggles, we’re doing all we can to keep as many safe as possible. It’s happening again, just like before. The war is starting up again.”

Dudley, “What happens if they come after us again?”

“We’ll come and get you.”

Petunia, “To live here? What would we do then?”

You wet your lips and lowered your cup to its saucer on the table, “You could, or we could take you to one of the islands we’re setting up for the people we are hiding away. Sort of like a resort when we’re finished with them.”

Petunia, “How much would that cost?”

You shook your head, “Not a thing, it’s all self sustaining. It’s a sanctuary from the war.”

Dudley, “But it’s your war? Why would it affect us?”

With a sigh you answered, “Every was has its innocent casualties. Bystanders sucked into it. Our worlds are so intermingled with yours that it would be impossible.” In a reach into your pocket you brought out a trio of chains with a clear pendants filled with bubbles and tiny rubber duck they both accepted, “Which is why I wanted you to have these. If you ever feel anything, if you’re ever in need of help or just get a gut feeling of being unsafe give the pendant a squeeze and we’ll come to check on you.” They nodded and adjusted the chains in their hands to put them on as you said, “I do hope you never need them, but just in case…”

Petunia’s eyes met yours as Dudley asked, “Who’s going to come for you, if you feel unsafe?”

Forcing a grin onto your face in a poor mask of your misty eyed reaction, “None of us are safe. We’re all targets, any and everyone they can hurt they will.” After a quick sniffle you raised your cup again at the quiver of Petunia’s lip, “We just have to be smarter and faster than them.” Sipping on your drink.

Through the door Fred and George strolled through grinning at the guests and filled the empty seats saying, “Store room is all good. Most of Diagon Alley is shut down already.”

You nodded and Dudley asked, “Store room?”

“We have a shop.”

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Before long a full spread on the Daily Prophet’s first page was another look into Scrimgeor’s stances on certain topics reading a lot like déjà vu for Fudge all over again. With it came a stack of letters, Charlie’s included a lengthy promise of coming home this year. Sebastian’s letter along with others from friends and your distant pen pals, including Fleur, who would be moving to England soon after a lengthy search for a suitable position to warrant it. 

Long and oddly distant Sebastian’s letter read packed with details including a full update on his baby sister and the season so far that was taking him out to Spain next after the Holiday break. Him and Viktor both were excited as ever hearing that you were joining one of the teams for Ireland and both had questions of the premier for your first film they both asked if you and Hermione would be going there and were in need of dates again stirring a grin onto your face.

By lunch more relatives had shown up and the duo mingled getting to know your new family with special curiosity towards the Grangers, who shared a bit with Petunia on more of the Wizarding World and how they had adjusted to it. Though of course when K, Dobby came through their curiosity was attempted to be masked but at the first sighting of Idris and Opal Dudley broke into a barrage of questions for you and Harry leading to a lending of a set of creature books for beginners to help show them more of what creatures you could have handled in your travels.

From dinners to a nightly film selection the Dursleys enjoyed their time with you especially how ordinary your gifts seemed to be, past the expensive earrings the Pears had sent you for the premier, mainly books and clothes to their surprise. Two nights they enjoyed your company then had to go home again leaving you anxious in the interlude of a night separating them and the Pears. With a wide grin you met the couple at the station and led them back to your home where they settled in and got straight to asking about your plans for your next film.

Two already had been filmed and with a number of directors asking to audition you for roles with a pile of scripts you had been sent on just talk of your work ethic and personality alone there seemed to be no lull in the promising career you seemed to be beginning in their eyes. Along with Quidditch you seemed to be building quite the public image and in the past months Bernadette’s manager had graciously taken the task of taming the request for even odd modeling jobs from magazines and agencies your mother used to work with in hopes of helping you find your start.

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On your final night at home in a loss for sleep after your spending the day checking in on the shop Oliver would open again in a few days the sound of a conversation inside the family tree room had you waiting in the shadow along the wall of the open doorway listening in out of sheer curiosity.

Harry, “Sirius, what is this?”

“This is the Black family tree from my parent’s house in Grimmauld Place. I hated the lot of them. My parents with their pure-blood mania. My mother did that after I ran away. Charming woman.” He said pointing at his burn mark over a branch with a small bud with your initials by it.

Harry, “Where did you go?”

“Round your dad's. I was always welcome at the Potters'. Long as James’ whims were seen to, liked to get his way and when he didn’t,” he let out a puff of air, “There wasn’t a county large enough for the both of us. More than half of every year he sent me out of our dorm. I see him so much of his good side in you, Harry. The rest from Lily. You are so very much alike the best of both of them.”

“I'm not so sure. Sirius, when I was...When I saw Mr. Weasley attacked, I wasn't just watching. I was the snake. And afterwards, in Dumbledore's office there was a moment when I wanted to...This connection between me and Voldemort. What if the reason for it is that I am becoming more like him? I just feel so angry all the time. And what if, after everything that I've been through something's gone wrong inside me? What if I'm becoming bad?” A silent tear streamed down your cheek and you shifted into a Demiguise to cross the doorway unseen then shift back again.

“I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person who bad things have happened to. You understand? Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.”

“I don’t feel very good sometimes.”

“When all this is over, we'll be a proper family. You'll see.”

“Really?”

Sirius nodded, “You’ll see, no more hiding. We can stop looking over our shoulders. So you just dig in and we’ll see the other side of this, you’ll see.”

Continuing on you headed for the kitchen to get a cup of apple cider you carried through into the film room to sit up watching yet another film of your grandmother’s. In doing so you seemed to be picking up on more of her memories trapped in the films filling in your mental image of who she once was. Not so far from yourself as it turned out making you wish you could have met her assuming she would have liked you.

After days of being unable to form a sentence to you after your last time speaking in the Triwizard Tournament Charlie settled onto the cushion beside you with an offered blanket and a mug of his own simply hoping his presence would help you even in silence. Though morning found you soon enough snuggled against his side stirring at his alarm to get ready for his flight back, a stolen hug and peck on the forehead later and once again he was gone completely aware of the tears in your eyes and sniffle pitifully hidden in your stroll back to your room to get some more sleep.

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The third week of January found you back in Hogwarts and onto the days leading up to the Ravenclaw vs Slytherin match. Already in the final year of so many players mini tryouts had been held with those players asked to practice with the seventh years to pick up where they had left off in the following year.

Hogsmeade again came after with similar mini winter themed sales and treats for you all. The first exams were held and you were back into prepping for your NEWTS in May.

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Valentines rolled around again and this time without news from Sebastian but a care package from Charlie. Dragon themed candies and a fuzzy blanket coated in tiny hatchlings blowing flames and sneezing icicles had you sitting up on your bed sniffling after a few giggles before you wrapped it around you and waited out your gap between Arithmacy and lunch in a try for a nap while the twins were with Katie and Angelina.

To the sound of the clock ticking away you tried not to think about anything past the dragons on your blanket. The opening of your door opened your eyes in the closing of it again. Up your steps someone climbed, barely felt footsteps and a hop over your legs lowered your gaze to Crookshanks who trotted for your arms and crawled into the blanket you raised turning to plop down in front of you. Contently he purred through your kiss on his head mumbling, “Hey Crookshanks.” Covering yourselves again at the drop of a pair of shoes, right behind you the waft of a familiar perfume announced Hermione in her move to lay out behind you with her arm draped across your middle. “Hey Hermi.”

Weakly she chuckled and settled behind you saying, “Thought you could use the company.”

“Charlie sent me a care package.”

“I noticed, nice blanket. I see he’s sticking to the dragon theme.”

You nodded then levitated the gossip magazine on the bed in front of you, “Take it you read the gossip.” Meaning the article containing pictures with Sebastian out on the town with one of the Veela from their cheer team including one of them kissing in the lift of their hotel. “I knew he would find someone else. Had the dream before he even left the school. I’m ok, just a bit tired today.”

“I’m glad you’re not torn up about it. Though I did want to ask, have you dreamed anything about those two again? The ones trying to impress me?”

Weakly you chuckled and shifted to your back waving your sketch book over ensuring Crookshanks wasn’t disturbed in doing so and showed her a couple of the sketches you had on the duo. Flipping through the book she asked, “So, you just have these dreams, about everyone’s lives? Is that normal, for Seers I mean?”

You shrugged, “Trelawney says some are more open than others. Sort of like that old fable, about the weak man drawing a circle around himself, then those drawing one around his family, and the greatest drawing a circle around many, even strangers, and seeing to all their safety. Just depends on how strong they are, the closer they are the more you see. But most of mine are on the blondes still and the boys.”

“I’m sorry.” Your head turned to catch her eye when she looked at you, “I know it must be hard for you to sleep, with all this. Is it still an every night occurrence?”

You nodded, “Even with the Occlumency lessons. Some are less draining than others, mainly those closest to me. It’s the ones on strangers that take the wind out of me.”

Her head tilted in another glance at the pair, “So, roughly three years. At least I’ll have graduated.” You nodded and she set the book down, “I can’t imagine being here without you.”

“You’ll do wonderfully.”

She shook her head, No, I mean, you helped get me here, into this world. All they sent me was a letter, you actually welcomed me and my parents into this world. Gave us literature on it, invited us to your homes and families. I will never forget that, and even with Ron and Harry here, I still can’t imagine being here without you. It won’t be the same.”

Weakly you giggled and said, “I can’t imagine not coming here next September. Having to let go of it, it feels almost as much home as, well, home is. I mean, what would you do?”

She shook her head, “I don’t know. I know something has to be done about the Ministry.”

You nodded and giggled, “Anyone could handle it you could.”

Softly she giggled as you did again, “I’m certain you could do a great deal more.”

Shaking your head you said, “I think it best I’m not in charge. I can enforce the rules, but making them, I doubt I could trust myself with that.”

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Hufflepuff vs Gryffindor came up the following weekend. Gryffindor loses in twenty-two minutes, 240 to 230, even though they caught the snitch. A stunning yet much needed quick match in the growing storm worsening the aim of their chasers in trying to score goals against the icy winds.

Pt 51

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

(Vol. VI)

It was a love story, from the very beginning.

(4x16/4x20/4x21/4x22)

Prelude to The fall

Hi again!! And now we are here, in the last volumes from season 4.

I'm gonna talk in this one about the foreshadow to the fall, and I will extend Castiel's fall to next and last volume too.

I want to mention my friend @agusvedder , she made the gifs specially for this metas and discuss with me the Destiel scenes. Thanks a lot girl! 😘💕

Ok, without any other addition, let's start with the analysis.

Dean... I can't...

Cas was observed by his superiors, they watched every step or word he said to Dean. Even so... When Dean was praying for help, Cas went to see him immediately.

The answer to Dean's prayers was immediate. Dean had sounded desperate, and Castiel couldn't reject go to see him. (My heart...)

Dean asked CAS to help him, but Castiel had his orders... He already had lost his position for getting too close to this man, and now... Now he was desperately asking him for help...

CASTIEL: I'm not sure what I can do.

DEAN: Drag Sam out of here, now. Before Lilith shows up.

CASTIEL: It's a prophecy. I can't interfere.

DEAN: Why? 'Cause it's "divine prophecy"?

CASTIEL Yes.

DEAN So, what – We're just supposed to sit around and, and wait for it to happen?

CASTIEL I'm sorry.

Let's just stop in this scene... I want you to see Dean's face in the gif... He's desperate, and he's trying hard to convince Castiel, to drag him into his circle, but Cas had Heaven breathing on his neck ... He wanted to help him.. but he couldn't.

And I put in red those words because this scene, my friends, is a huge parallel of the fall, the scene in the green room in 4x22. Even CAS is saying I'M SORRY AS HE WILL SAY I'M SORRY TOO IN THAT SCENE. How this scene ended? Well after Dean getting mad at him ...

Dean passes by Castiel, but look at Castiel's sad face... He doesn't want Dean get mad at him... He really wants to help him, so... He decided a strategy to "HELPING DEAN INDIRECTLY" by giving him some important information about Archangels protecting Prophets...

Castiel looks up, at Heaven...he knows this will cost him a lot... And it will as we will see in "The Rapture" (in volume V). But after looking up at Heaven, he fixes his eyes with Dean's... He needed to know if Dean had get the message... And he did...

Castiel even greeted him with a good luck. He's playing with fire here...

So yes! Huge foreshadow here my friends... The good thing is Castiel finished helping Dean... As it will occur in 4x22.

Second time Dean prays...

In the episode 4x21, after Castiel received his punishment in Heaven and was brainwashed, Dean prays again desperate, bc Sam was locked trying to get rid from demon blood. That was very hard for Dean, and he was suffering horribly for his brother. He needed help. But this time Castiel attended the call... Two and a half hours later.

Look at Dean's face, he is in pain, and he looks at a side because he isn't just in pain bc his brother is locked and fighting against that demon blood, but because the only help he could ask for didn't came, Castiel didn't came in Dean's desperately prayer. And his face is screaming, with a little tiny of shame, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M SUFFERING BC MY BROTHER AND YOU MADE ME WAIT HERE SCREAMING FOR YOUR HELP? WHY?

Dean is hurt because Castiel made him wait two and a half hours knowing he was in pain.

He maybe recalled that time in the motel, when CAS answered his prayers right away, and helped him with Sam... And now...

CASTIEL: What do you want?

DEAN: You can start with what the hell happened in Illinois.

CASTIEL: What do you mean?

DEAN: Cut the crap. You were gonna tell me something.

CASTIEL: Well, nothing of import.

Cas is marking Dean here that Heaven is watching. They are listening, look at his face, he knows Dean pushing so hard can make him break, he wants to help, but he can't, he was brainwashed, but that crack is still there, that crack connects him with this man, his weakness.

Dean looks at him, when he said I CAN'T. Maybe he get the message there. They are not alone. But even so, he insists .

CASTIEL: Get to the reason you really called me. It's about Sam, right?

DEAN: Can he do it? Kill Lilith, stop the apocalypse?

CASTIEL: Possibly, yes. But as you know, he'd have to take certain steps.

DEAN: Crank up the hell-blood regimen.

CASTIEL: Consuming the amount of blood it would take to kill Lilith would change your brother forever. Most likely, he would become the next creature that you would feel compelled to kill. There's no reason this would have to come to pass, Dean. We believe it's you, Dean, not your brother. The only question for us is whether you're willing to accept it. Stand up and accept your role. You are the one who will stop it.

This, over there... 👆 That's Heaven manipulation. This words were bout on Castiel's mouth. He was sent by Heaven specifically to fulfill a mission... To make Dean accept to obey Heaven. They sent Castiel bc they know Dean and Cas relationship is special enough to make Dean fell for manipulation.

And he fell for it ... Castiel is listening, he knows Sammy is Dean's limit. And he just used him, as Heaven asked him to do it. And he is hating himself for that for sure...

CASTIEL: If it gives you comfort to see it that way.

DEAN: God, you're a dick these days.

Dean is disappointed with him, this isn't the Castiel he knew, the Cas that helps him, the Cas that sat by his bed in the hospital, watching him cry, and telling him the whole truth he has. Or the Cas that confessed him in that park that he had doubts and he wasn't a hammer. Yes ... He is just like any other angel now.

So... To the Hell with everything, Dean accepts the offer, he was really desperate. Castiel had fulfilled his mission...

Castiel's incongruent behavior

... or part of it. Sometimes I felt he was on a test by Heaven, they should ask Castiel for his loyalty, and they sent him to do three things he wasn't agreed. He maybe wanted to answer Dean's prayers right away, but Heaven should said to him: NOT YET CASTIEL, LET HIM WAIT. LET HIM BE MORE DESPERATE, WE NEED HIM MORE DESPERATE.

And the second mission was to release Sam. You can see the scene and the expression in Castiel's face is eloquent. He is suffering by doing things he is against it, he had his doubts still there... Why he has those doubts after the procedure of brainwashing?

The third thing he had to do, is very very symbolic: He called Anna, to a trap. Angels took her to Heaven. Heaven locked Castiel's rebellious feelings and doubts. And he let that happen... But not for so long... Because he was made to be free.

To conclude:

Season 4 showed us a parallel with Dean praying for help worried about Sam, in the first one (foreshadow of Castiel's fall in the last episode) CAS answered his prayers right away and, although the big eye of Heaven over them, he ended by helping Dean.

The second time after receiving Heaven's punishment for give information and be too close to that human, he didn't answer right away, maybe by Heaven's order to make Dean accept obedience to Heaven.

Castiel was doing the three missions with doubts and pain. Things that will lead him to the fall.

His hear and his actions were totally disconnected.

I hope you like this, sorry because it took me so long, is beacuse I'm writing too metas about the ongoing episodes of Supernatural!

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Buenos Aires April 9th 2019 12:33 AM

[jencala]

Fanfic Author Challenge

The challenge is to post segments from 4 of your favorite fics you have written. They can be as long or as short as you wish, and you may provide the readers with some insight on why you chose this fragment.

I know I was tagged by a couple of people but it’s been a while and I’m finally getting around to it.  Sorry!  And oh boy, this is hard to choose!

1. Of Masters and Slaves

Sirius didn’t speak for a moment, but held his mother’s unwavering stare. “I understand.   Mother .”

“Oh dear, I don’t think you truly do.” Walburga’s quiet laughter teetered on madness as she raised her wand and aimed it at her son. “I think you need another lesson to truly drive home the point. Crucio !”

Sirius crumpled to the floor, convulsing under the onslaught of the curse.  His muscles felt like they would burst into flames as the feeling of liquid fire raced through his veins, his limbs twisting as the sensation of his bones breaking and melting caused an inhuman scream to tear its’ way out of his throat.

Remus could only stand there, cemented to the ground as he watched— unable to do anything to help Sirius or stop the madwoman from torturing her own flesh and blood.  His hands curled into themselves, his nails drawing blood as he restrained himself from reaching for Sirius when every fiber of his being was telling him to move—to do something other than just stand there.

The Black matriarch finally released the spell and stood over her son, watching with a pleased quirk to her lips as Sirius still shook from the effects of the curse, tremors racking his body. “Very well then.  Have you learned your lesson today, Sirius?”

Sirius slowly opened his eyes, excruciating pain coursing through every cell of his body as he tried to focus on the imposing figure standing above him.  

“Ah, I see you need some reminding of what the lesson was about, so let me explain clearly.”  Walburga smiled almost pleasantly. “You see, I do believe you were under the mistaken impression that by allowing you to defile yourself with this beast it was a reward of some sort for agreeing to marry Bellatrix.  Oh no, my dear.”  Her chuckle struck fear deep in Remus’ heart. “You see, you will marry Bellatrix by month's end regardless of whatever creature warms your bed beforehand. It is dear Bella’s decision as to how she deals with your predilections after your vows. However, Fenrir will be coming to collect the beast for his own within a fortnight.”

Sirius struggled to speak. “Wh-what for?”

Walburga raised an eyebrow coolly. “Whyever should I have cared to find out?” She turned to leave, but stopped and leveled her still shaking son with a sneer. “Do clean yourself up, Sirius. It does not befit the current heir to our Most Noble House to lie on the floor like a common gutter rat.”  With that parting comment she swept from the room, head held high.  

Remus remained motionless for a moment, staring at the empty doorframe in shock.  At last, his motor skills returned as he rushed to where Sirius still lay prone on the floor.  He lifted Sirius’ head gently onto his lap.  “Are you alright?”

Sirius felt the tremors recede a bit at the gentle stroking of the fingers through his hair. “I w-won’t let him take you.”

Remus stared down at him incredulously. “That’s what you have to say? Your mother just tortured you and threatened to murder you and you’re worried about Greyback?”

Sirius licked his dry lips and nodded, savoring the feel of the fire in his muscles ebbing away slowly.  He flexed his legs slightly trying to regain some control of his limbs as they were still sporadically spasming.  “It’s not the first t-time she’s used that s-spell on me. I’ll be alright.”

This fic is really special to me and differs in style and story in how I normally write.  It was my first multi-chaptered fic and I am actually almost done with the next chapter of the story so yes, I promise I will be updating soon.  It was started originally as a response to @asktheboywholived‘s Empire prompt and I just love the world they prompted and the story I have created here.  It’s extremely angst-filled which is a challenge for me because I love our boys happy and fluffy with a HEA. I have the entire story arc done and it should be another ten chapters until the end. I hope you all enjoy what I have planned.

2.  Textually Yours

10:46 am: Moonbeam, have I told you how delicious you look in that jumper?

10:48 am: I'm in class. 10:48 am: And thanks *blushes*

10:49 am: I'm in lecture right now too 10:50 am: I can still daydream about how tasty you look in my favorite jumper

10:55 am: Can you possibly daydream to yourself? I really want to pass this course. 10:56 am: Why is it even your favourite? It has bobbles on it.

10:58 am: It's touching your skin right now 10:58 am: Like I wish I was 10:59 am: So it's my favorite **wink wonk**

11:01 am: Oh sweet jebus. 11:02 am: Padssssss, the lecturer is talking about character structure, I reallly need to pay attention 11:04 am: You aren't going to listen to me, but, you're my favourite :)

11:06 am: My lecturer is droning on about Masaccio and his use of light in his paintings 11:07 am: I'd much rather wax poetic about the way the light hits your skin 11:07 am: when you're lying naked in my bed

11:10 am: Well guess what idiot dropped his phone and now everyone is looking at him. 11:11 am: I'll give you a hint, he's in your favourite jumper

11:12 am: oh my poor Moon Pie, did I fluster you? 11:13 am: I can do many other things to you 11:13 am: that you'd like even more ;-)

11:15 am: Okay I'm intrigued now. What. What other things?

11:17 am: ah, my ever-studious Moony is intrigued? 11:17: am: I like when you think naughty 11:18 am: I'd start by taking that ridiculous jumper off 11:18 am: It's only my favorite when it's on you 11:19: am: I'd much rather see it on the floor

11:22 am: Holy.. I might have to take it off anyways. You're making me blush. And hot.

11:23 am: and I haven't even started… 11:24 am: I'd kiss those luscious lips first 11:24 am: then I'd run my hands down your chest and kiss your neck 11:25 am: you so like it when I nibble on your neck 11:25 am: you make the most wonderful sounds when i do

11:28 am: I have a ROB. 11:29 am: I cannot move.

11:30 am: What is a ROB?

11:32 am: Prongs teaches you nothing. Randomly Occurring Boner. I'm now stuck in this chair whether i like it or not

11:33 am: imagine if I was there to help you out with that 11:34 am: right now

I am a sucker for texting fics and I wrote this with my dear friend @josiemoone.  we had so much fun writing this together and I just love how sappy our boys are in this as well as how their relationship comes out.  it was just such a fun piece.

3. Saving Me

Rage coursed through his body, his thoughts whirling.  Wormtail’s alive.  The little bugger is still alive! As he read through the article, his fury intensified.  The boy in the picture, Ron Weasley, would be heading back to Hogwarts—presumably with his pet rat—straight to Harry.

Sirius's godson was in terrible danger, and there had to be a way to warn him, to help Harry, and get his revenge on Wormtail.

He threw the paper down and began to pace his cell.  He didn’t know how or why, but Peter Pettigrew, the reason he was in Azkaban and Lily and James were dead, was with the Weasley family.  Sirius just knew it was him.  He had to get to him somehow.  

Wormtail had to pay for his betrayal.  

And Sirius would be the one to make him pay—finally.

His mind finally clearing, he sensed the cold from the approaching dementors and unconsciously shifted to Padfoot.  They never bothered him in his Animagus form, and it had become instinct to retreat into it whenever he felt them near.  

Thoughts became simpler as a dog, and he suddenly struck upon the answer:  Sirius couldn’t escape from his prison, but Padfoot could.  

He waited until the Dementors passed, the screams of other prisoners ringing in his ears more acutely through his canine hearing. He ignored them to slide his emaciated form through the cell bars.  He supposed there was some merit now to the fact that prisoners were never fed enough.

Padfoot made his way through the labyrinth of corridors, ignoring the calls and sights of the other prisoners along his way, and he used his sense of smell to lead him to where he caught a whiff of the sea the strongest.  He found himself entering what looked to be a small office, most likely used by some of the human guards.  It was, thankfully, empty—luck on his side for once.  

The window at the back of the office was much larger than the tiny one at the top of his cell and though fitted with bars, was open and he could easily slip through them in his canine guise.  He did just that and found himself perched precariously on a wide ledge overlooking the dark, churning, sea about 50 meters below him.  

Sirius knew his chances were slim; it was a long way down and an even longer distance to swim to shore in a violent sea.  But what choice did he have?  Spend the rest of his days in a prison while the person who killed his family tried to finish the job with his godson or take a chance and try to help in whatever way he could?  

There was no prince coming to save him from his tower.  

It was up to Sirius to save himself.

Padfoot took a deep breath and jumped.

The moment he hit the water, it felt as if a thousand frozen needles were trying to pierce his skin.  The chill was excruciating, but he fought his way to the surface, gasping for breath.  After taking a moment to get his bearings, he started paddling his way in the direction he presumed the shoreline was.

It felt like hours, but it could have been mere minutes in his diminished state.  He swam as hard as he could, but he could feel his limbs losing what little strength they had.  His magic not strong enough to keep his canine form, he shifted back to human, fighting against the waves as fatigue drained every muscle in his body.  He tried to focus on getting to shore, to Harry, but his thoughts kept drifting to Remus.  

This fic was my first ever entry for a fest and it’s also the fic that’s closest to canon.  It details Sirius escaping from prison all the way to his seeing Remus for the first time in the Shrieking Shack and I loved delving into his psyche and exploring Wolfstar while still remaining in canon.  I love how I tell a bit of their story through flashbacks while Sirius almost drowns and how he questions his sanity and honestly at one point doesn’t care if he’s actually insane as long as he gets to keep his hallucination.

4. Drawn Together

Marlene spotted him first, a sly grin on her face as she greeted him.  “Back already, Re? Pretty-boy must not have been very good.”

Remus rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink, careful to avoid looking at Sirius.  “That’s none of your business, Marls.”

“We thought you’d left,”  Dorcas piped in, smiling at Remus.  “I’m glad you came back.”

“I just needed a bit of fresh air.”

He heard Sirius’ snort and finally looked at the other man, sitting on a stool across from him. He raised an eyebrow. “Alright there, Sirius?”

Sirius stared at him for a moment, his grey eyes cold. “I’m fine, just never heard a hook-up referred to as fresh air before.”

“I never said I hooked up, and even if I did, what business is it of yours?”

He watched Sirius take a long pull from his cider before he deigned to answer. “Oh, it’s definitely none of my business, I just thought you were hanging out with your friends and not working .”

“Excuse me?”  Remus’ eyes widened indignantly.  “ Working ?  Are you implying I’m a bloody prostitute?”

Sirius huffed a harsh laugh. “Oh, no, Remus, of course not. You don’t charge for your services.  Or wait—you do get paid for the column you put all your sexual escapades in, don’t you?”

Remus tried to fight his growing anger, but the sneer on Sirius’ face enraged him more. “You’re a fucking twat, Black.  A hypocritical one, at that. I seem to recall you’re getting paid for the artwork for my so-called sexual escapades !”

“Oh, that’s right!  Maybe I should thank the bloke who just got you off?” Sirius took another pull from his cider before slamming it down on the table, his eyes hard as flint as they met Remus’ and stood up. “Would you like to take me back to where you just fucked that bloke so I can get the details right for my piece?”

Remus ignored Marlene and Dorcas’ pleas for them to both calm down, and he stepped closer to Sirius. “You really are a bloody hypocrite, aren’t you?  I saw you getting some action on the dance floor before I left!”

“I was dancing not fucking some random bloke in a back room!”

Remus grinned maliciously. “Is that the problem, Sirius?  You wish it was you I was fucking back there, not a random bloke?”

He watched with satisfaction as Sirius’ eyes widened, nostrils flaring, before he pressed closer to Remus, his striking features twisted in anger. “Listen up, Lupin, and listen well.  I wouldn’t t-touch a slag like you with someone else’s cock, so get whatever idea you have about me fancying you out of that thick head.”

He felt as if he’d been punched in the gut with those words, but Remus refused to let Sirius see how his comment affected him.  “Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head, Black. The last thing I’d ever do is want to touch a sodding twat like yourself. I prefer real men who can satisfy me, not a bloody prude.”

He turned to Marlene and Dorcas before Sirius could respond and kissed them each on the cheek.  “It’s been lovely girls, but I’ve got to run. I’ll give you a call this week.”

Dorcas gave him a pleading look. “Re, please don’t leave.  I don’t know what’s gotten into Sirius— “

He held up a hand to cut her off. “It’s fine, Dorcas.  Sirius is just being the twat I knew he was. Don’t worry about it, it’s between him and me, nothing to do with you, love.”

Marlene hugged him.  “Remus, just don’t disappear on us, alright?”

He kissed the top of her head before stepping back. “No worries, love.  I really will call you this week.”

Remus forced a smile at his friends before turning back to Sirius.  “Black.” He turned to walk away, but Sirius called his name and he turned back. “What?”

Sirius smirked, pointing at the hem of Remus’ shirt. “You missed a spot.  Black lights are a bitch, aren’t they?”

Oh this story will forever hold a special place in my heart. This was my 2018 Wolfstar Big Bang fic and I stressed about it so much, but I got to work with @yumenouveau who is just such a fabulous artist and friend and it was an amazing if stressful experience.  I love the AU world I created and the sexual tension and snark between my favorite boys is endless.  It’s a slow burn and even as the writer there were times I just wanted to scream at them to just kiss already, but my boys were stubborn, Sirius especially, and I love how this fic turned out.  

I’m tagging @ami-talks, @shayalonnie, @captofthesswolfstar, @maraudererasmut, @moonllotus, @yumenouveau,

[maraudersmessrs]

Remus Lupin and the Prisoner of Azkaban--- Chapter 34: Recovering From Recovery

Ao3 link

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21 / Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 / Chapter 24 / Chapter 25 / Chapter 26 / Chapter 27 / Chapter 28 / Chapter 29 / Chapter 30 / Chapter 31 / Chapter 32 / Chapter 33 / Chapter 34

(Warning: another graphic description of the Change)

True to his word, he sheepishly made his way to the Hospital Wing after dinner, with more difficulty than it really should have taken which only drove home the fact that she was right and he was wrong, yes, thank you, he got the point.

Luckily, Poppy reported that Severus had agreed to bring the Relaxation Draught along with that day’s Wolfsbane potion, which, at least, relieved the worry that he would have to approach Severus in his own territory. Which was something that he had often made Remus do, claiming to have too much work to make a delivery--which may or may not have been true, though the truth was, not much could make an interaction with the man pleasant. It was just that, this month, he wasn’t sure his knees and flagging energy could make repeated journeys into the dungeon. After a quick once over, a vile tasting green potion for inflammation, and a short lecture that was full of words like ‘irresponsible’ and ‘function’ and ‘idiot boy’, he was released to ‘sleep, dammit.’ Which--to his credit, he thought--he obediently did.

Unfortunately, it didn’t help as much as it ought. The morning of the full moon dawned bitterly cold and merciless and it didn’t improve as the day wore on, nettling his joints with tiny glass needles that, when they weren’t stabbing, crumbled into some grating gravel that seemed to get stuck in the cracks and throb like nasty little embers. Grading was listless work, wrapped in his blanket at his desk and he often came back to himself staring out the window or into the flames in his fireplace while his hands resonated with a dull ache holding his quill. There wasn’t really an emotion that he could assign himself past ‘tired.’ Sleep was calling him but he knew this feeling, knew the muzzy twinge behind his eyes would grow into a pounding fog that would blur his thoughts for the rest of the day, rendering him utterly useless. He sighed and flexed his fingers, wincing as at least 7 different joints popped and pushed back from his desk. The intention had been to stand, but, instead, he sank further down into the blanket like some sort of turtle and found that, at present, he lacked any sort of motivation to go anywhere at all. He knew this was lazy and that he should be working. This knowledge bounced off him like a defective bludger.

A sharp rap came from the door. For a fleeting moment, he considered not answering, but, instead, straightened up with a more impressive crack from his spine, tried to look responsible--or at least awake--and called, “Come in.”

Snape opened the door, sour look evolving into a sneer when he saw him bundled up. “Aren’t we cozy.”

“Good afternoon, Severus.”

“I see you can’t be bothered to move yourself and that you need things handed to you like a child,” he continued as if Remus hadn’t spoken and thunked a goblet and a small corked vial on top of the stack of parchments. A small slosh of potion dribbled down the side and seeped into the essay on top.

For a moment, Remus simply looked at him blandly. Then, he said, “Yes.”

Snape scowled. “What?”

“Yes, you’re right. That’s what I’m doing.”

His scowl deepened in irritation, but he seemed unprepared for such a response. Instead, he shot a contemptuous glance around the room, tutted as if disgusted and stalked out. Well, you live in a dungeon so I’m not sure what you’re criticizing, his internal James voice muttered, which he ignored and set about to cleaning off the essay, belonging to Cho Chang. Unfortunately, he was able to take the liquid out but unable to repair the blotted ink. Scrawling a quick apology and an assurance that he could still read it on the bottom of her page, he reflected that he was lucky that what seemed the most effective course of action to ruin Snape’s fun and encourage him to leave was also the one the required the least amount of effort on his part; he would have to remember that one. 

The Wolfsbane was absolutely repulsive, as usual, and he counted his lucky stars that Poppy’s anti-nausea serum worked so well or else he felt he would never be able to keep it down. After a few minutes, he also downed the clear vial Severus had left, hoping in a vague way that it was the Relaxation Draught and that the intent was for him to drink the whole thing and Severus had not conveniently forgotten to mention some sort of dosage size. It felt oddly...gelatinous and carried a strong taste of licorice, that meshed unfortunately with the meat-and-garbage flavor of the Wolfsbane. Successfully motivated, he rose and made his way back to his bedroom to hurriedly knock back another dose of said anti-nausea to head off the growing feelings of unease that were beginning to roil in his stomach, just in case. He doubted either potion would be effective if they came back up.

For a moment, it occurred to him to worry about possible interactions between all these potions, but then, a curious sensation began seeping through him, as if his shoulders dropped 2 inches, tension melting from his scalp and jaw, his neck, his spine. It was like a warm honey was slowly being poured over him. It was enough to make him sit heavily on his bed, glad he hadn’t been in the middle of actually going somewhere when it hit, for now he felt distinctly boneless and almost forcibly relaxed. In fact, the weariness that had permeated him all day now had no tension to battle against and suggested, quite reasonably, that perhaps it was easier to lay back instead of struggling to stay upright. Remus supposed this was true and sank back. He thought mournfully about the blanket he had left on his chair….

A sharp, vicious, and unpleasantly familiar stab in his stomach bolted him upright with a hiss of pain. Darkness lay over the room. For a moment, bewilderment gave him a distinctly displaced feeling, as if he had slipped out of time with no anchor as to when he popped back up. A small, but growing wave of panic was building deep within him; what time was it? When was moonrise? He began to fumble for his watch when another searing wrench doubled him over, leaving him gasping. Now. It’s NOW.

Lurching to his feet, he made for the door--don’t want to Change in here, it’s small, a safe place, a resting place--but the combination of pain and Relaxation Draught brought him to his knees, permanently. Something snapped, muted, wet. His breath was coming fast and harsh. It was like some sort of unrest before the storm, the beast within him unsure what this new, unfamiliar lack of tension was. Testing the waters. Then, the agony seized him, crushing and flaying and burning mindlessly. But slowly. Where each rip was usually sharp, it was now a long, languid tear, each bone bending, splintering, cracking before the break. A slow torture. Don’t scream, didn’t ward door, don’t-- Teeth clamped, viselike. Throat shredding. Copper on the tongue.

There was a pressure, a pulling. Everywhere clothes touched seared like acid. Insides liquifying. Endless. No sight. Was there screaming? Can’t hear. Twisting, gouging, peeling.. No floor, no anchor, just pain. Forever….

Flamed out eternity later, shuddering on the floor. Tangled in clothes misshapen, squeezing, half shredded. Panting, he unsteadily gathered his legs under him, splayed wide like a colt learning to walk. Still throbbed; it always did. Just when it began to fade, dawn would come...but long way away, now. Headache was still there. He had never been surprised like that; it was unbalancing, unsettling--he hated it. He shook himself ineffectively, pawed and wiggled and stretched and twisted until the clothes--or remains of them--were on the floor and not him. This induced relaxation was pairing with the after-Change ache and exhaustion like a particularly nasty wine; It was all he could do to clamber up onto the bed, collapse diagonally, ears laid flat. He couldn’t go out into the office, he wouldn’t. There had been no time to lock and ward the door and he was not safe, he was never safe, he was the monster and the rest of the castle was beyond that door, everyone he loved anymore. 2 doors would have to do. Exhaustion weighed down his edges and sleep did the rest.

As he lay curled up in the weak dawn light and wheezing after the pain Change back smacked him from unconsciousness for the second time in 24 hours was receding, Poppy slowly opened the door to his bedroom, looking white and shaken. More important than a greeting, something else had to come first. “We’re not doing that again, Poppy,” he slurred wearily.

She was silent a moment before saying, quietly, “Alright, Remus.”

There was a pause, as if she expected him to respond or elaborate but he was utterly wrung out, nothing but pain and breath strung tenuously together. “It’s much later than it should be,” she said just as softly as before. “I came to see how you faired with the new regimen and when I came in while you still were….” Trailing off, her mouth grew quite thin and she stared at a spot to the left of him, sightlessly. “I waited out in your office, til it was...quiet....I don’t think any of us actually can grasp what you go through, now, after seeing you Change. I don’t think we understand at all.” She paused again, for just a moment, watching him but he could offer nothing in response.

Moving measuredly, she sat next to him, feather-light touches briefly prodding, shifting, checking. It still hurt, but he would never let her know that. She smelled like soap and something warm. “It must have been the Relaxation Draught, maybe paired with your own overwork, but you should have been Changed back half an hour ago. Did it take you this long to Change last night?”

Remus made a vague, hoarse sound he hoped she took for affirmation.

“That must have been it--hsst,” she drew in a sharp breath through her teeth, gently pulling his right forearm out to see. It was smeared a brown-rust, an irregular crescent splitting the skin. The tang of it still lingered in his mouth and he grimaced.

Poppy cleaned it and his arm with a wordless spell and wrapped it with clean gauze produced from one of her many pockets, muttering “I hate that I can’t heal werewolf wounds. I hate it. What good is magic if it can’t help everybody?” She finished with a sigh, retrieved his pillow and tucked it beneath his head, and summoned his blanket from the office chair to drape over him. “Sleep now, love.”

“Been sleeping,” he mumbled.

“Probably because you needed it. I’ll let Dumbledore know to find someone to cover your classes.”

“No, I--” he tried to sit up, but only managed to twist his shoulders uncomfortably, to which Poppy only tucked him in more firmly.

“Rest. Remus.”

Despite the warning in her voice, he felt a hand stroke his hair. Everything, including his scalp, still hurt as if it had been unzipped and dragged through a ringer, but the brush of her hand rolled a wave of relaxation through him nonetheless, some sort of childhood response of soothing. It had been more than a decade since anyone had done so--had it been his mother? Da? Before the War, then. Despite every hair follicle complaining, his eyelids drooped lower with each smoothing motion until sleep, the hungry beast that it was, swallowed him.

It had taken him a full 2 days and a Pepper Up potion to recover and return to a somewhat regular sleep schedule, just in time for another boggart lesson with Harry. As much as he hated to laze about in bed, he was grateful for the respite for it allowed him to actually function as a human adult. Well...not human, but as near as he could manage. It had taken him a full day to actually leave bed, and when he had, he noticed there was a light layer of wolf fur dusted across the sheets from where he had lain during the Change. Repulsed, he’d used his new, unsteady energy to tear them from his bed and stuff them in the trash. When he had returned from breakfast, they were gone, fresh, dark green sheets tucked neatly in. It was not often that he thought of how much House Elves did around the castle, but that day, he made sure to make his way down to the kitchens and drop a quick word of thanks that they graciously rejected as just doing their duty. He resolved to do so more often.

Physically, he was on the mend. His headache had persisted, a low-grade angry cotton feeling, but it wasn’t too bad, comparatively, though his recovery time was not at all what he had come to expect from the Wolfsbane potion. Both Poppy and he had firmly agreed that the Draught had been a mistake, one they would not repeat. It had been a more physically and mentally jarring Change than he had had in a while and it had taken a lot more out of him than he had anticipated. Though he had been forced to admit that he hadn’t been taking care in how much he did and how close to the full moon he did it, he was anxiously waiting reentering castle life. Harry’s lesson was the first step.

The boy seemed a bit wary of him when he first walked in--probably still thinking of the sharp response to his question about Sirius, as he was--so Remus made sure to smile broadly at him, taking the chance to half-sit on a desk as Harry was, conserving what little energy he could. “Hello, Harry. How has your day treated you?”

The boy shrugged amiably, then stifled a yawn on the back of his arm, “Long. I’ve got Quidditch practice most days, so a lot in the evenings. Oliver’s running us ragged.”

“Aiming for the Cup, I take it?”

His face split into a grin, “Always.” Oddly, he glanced at Remus’ face a bit furtively, then down at the leg of the desk the boggart’s case rested on. “I, er, wanted to say sorry if I upset you, y’know, last week.”

Remus was already shaking his head. Kind boy. Relief and warm affection washed through him; all was not lost, despite all else, he hadn’t ruined their time together. “Think nothing of it, Harry. I’m sorry I got terse; it...surprised me and I was quite tired.”

“Me too...I wish I was learning faster,” he said, an irate look passing over his face.

Remus laughed. Lily had been the exact same way when she wasn’t a prodigy the first time she tried a spell, despite the reassurances that she was near the top of her class--though Harry didn’t hold that title, his drive was obviously just as keen. “I’ve told you, Harry, this is an incredibly advanced spell. If it makes you feel better, you’re catching on faster than I did when I first learned it.”

His looked up at him in surprise, dark eyebrows raising. “Really?”

“Yes, it took me weeks to produce anything at all, and that wasn’t even with the effects of the Dementors on me.”

Harry looked a bit heartened by the information. “Where did you learn it?”

“Oh,” Remus said airily, turning to unlock the case. “An old Auror friend. There were more Dementors, er, free range back then.”

“Oh,” Harry looked dubious. “That sounds horrible.”

“It wasn’t pleasant,” He admitted, then diverted, “Are you ready to start?”

Harry nodded, sliding off the desk and drawing his wand unprompted. “Yeah, I suppose we should. I’m ready.”

“I’ve brought plenty of chocolate frogs and another premium Honeyduke’s bar, so at least we have that to look forward to.”

The boy nodded again, steel already in his eyes as he held his arms up in a ready pose. “Alright.”

[littlev1234]

In the Moonlight #33

Fandom: Persona 5

Pairing: Akira/Mishima

Warnings: None

Prompt: “What about a small thing where Mishima ends up finding an abandoned puppy and he ends up going to Akira for help (either to help get puppy supplies cause he plans on keeping it or help him find the little guy a good home in case he can't keep the pup) and both end up watching in amusement as the puppy tries to play with Morgana"

“A little help here!”

Ignoring Morgana’s cry, Akira and Mishima watched the scene unfold with open amusement. While they sat on the floor—or rather, Akira lounged on his side and Mishima sat—the feline struggled to fend off a persistent puppy’s attempts at play.

Mishima had discovered the excitable bundle of tawny hair when walking to Leblanc and, upon seeing no other dogs or possible owners, he couldn’t leave it in the increasingly cold evening. So he bundled it in his jacket and brought it to the café. To his immense relief Sojiro had already left for the day, and as soon as Akira spotted the puppy he ripped open a can of mushy cat food (which Morgana still refused to touch) for the starving pup.

And although Morgana did not favor dogs in the slightest, he begrudgingly agreed to let it stay until they found a home for it.

…but that most certainly did not mean he was okay with the tiny beast trying to chew his ears.

“Nah, you’re doing fine by yourself,” Akira commented. Then he released a long dramatic sigh as he moved onto his stomach and pointedly looked between Mishima and the animals. “I’m useless right now anyway. Too many cute faces in one room. I can’t deal.”

Rolling his eyes, Mishima lightly swatted the other male’s head with a grin. Meanwhile, the puppy gave a high-pitched joyful bark before successfully jumping and latching onto the feline’s ear.

“Ow ow…between you two saps and the puppy, I won’t get any rest tonight,” Morgana grunted out as he tugged his ear away. He swiftly reached out with his paw and held it in front of him, as if to show that he wanted the pup to shoo, but that did nothing except make it easier for it to tackle him and knock them both over.

“What did Morgana say?” Mishima questioned.

Akira waved his hand in dismissal and shifted to rest his chin on the other’s knee. “He’s just wondering how he got lucky enough to have a new playmate.”

While the puppy wagged its tail ceaselessly and continued its playful assault, the feline stayed on the floor and released a defeated sigh. “Why does this thing have so much energy?” he mourned. After a few moments, he sent a half-hearted glare at the humans. “And I’m not a cute face. I look cool,” he mumbled.

[imagine-darksiders]

what would the horsemen do with a tiny human? like doll sized?

Oh hellaboo. I uh, I may have gotten a little carried away with Death’s, so this may have to be turned into a 4 parter, the other three to be added at a later date. It’s 3am and I can’t write anymore, I’m sorry

Death:Something clinks softly in the broken glass scattered on the coldconcrete ground of the city. In the distance, something large;something unfathomablylarge howls mournfully and shatters the otherwise still air. But thehorseman, Death, is concentrating far harder on the formernoise. 

Sharpears pick up the tiny, almost imperceptible sound of someone, orsomethingbreathinghard and fast. The horseman strains his ears and tilts his head as heeyes a spot where he’s sure he’d just witnessed a flash of colourflit across the otherwise grey, drab rubble. 

—

Whenyou rounded the corner and caught sight of the imposingly hugecreature standing with it’s back to you, spine protruding fromtaught, pale skin, you hadn’t meant the gasp that escaped you, nordid you mean to leap backwards and send a shard of bottle-green glassskittering across the pavement. 

Heartin your throat, you duck behind an old tin can just as the nearskyscraper-tall being whips its head down in your direction. It’spitch black hair swings about it’s face and for a split second, youcatch sight of a pair of bright, haunting yellow eyes set back ondark skin. The sight unnerves you almost as much as the sheer size ofit. 

Youclamp a hand down over your mouth in the vain hopes of quieting yourbreathing and start to shuffle backwards into the open end of thecan, quick as you dare. 

Themetal cage around you however, would soon prove to be justthat: A cage.

Yourminiscule heart sky-rockets as the tin can suddenly rolls to the sidewhen you shift your weight, only slightly, but for one of yourreduced stature, the motion is catastrophically noticeable. Once thecan rolls back to it’s previous position before it’d been disturbed,you freeze and hold your breath, squeezing your eyes shut as tight asyou possibly can. Fear barrels straight through you at the deafeningsilence that stretches on and on. It lasts for so long that a tiny spark of hopeignites in your chest at the thought that perhaps that enormous, palemonster without a face had moved on without you realising it.

Thehope you felt is unfortunately extinguished when something fromoutside the can hums curiously, rattling your bones. It takes you asecond to realise that the sound came from the very thing you werehiding from.

Realisationstrikes you that the jig is up so without another thought, youattempt to scramble back out of the tin can in a last, desperate rushfor freedom. But you’re too slow.

Withoutwarning, the entrance of the can is suddenly flipped skywards andyou’re sent tumbling off your feet and onto the hard, cold bottom ofthe metal prison. You scream in terror with hands pressed up againstthe ribbed walls when the sensation of being lifted washesover you and once again, you clench both eyes shut and await theinevitable devouring.

A soft,golden glow flickers behind your closed eyelids and you think it mustbe the sun. But as you peel one eye open, you find that the sun isn’tquite as bright as it usually is. Shuddering, your face twists into ahorrified, silent gasp when the not-sun blinks!

’That’sa goddamn eye,’ you mentally screech, trying in vain to sinkdeeper into the can which is now suddenly starting to tilt ever soslightly downwards. Outside, you briefly make out flashes of yourcaptor before a fresh wave of horror slams into you. You’ve startedto slide down towards the entrance and out of the relative ‘safety’of the tin can. Scrabbling for purchase, you try to escape thegargantuan, bandage-wrapped hand that’s waiting beneath you, likelyready to snatch you up and fling you down a gullet to a painfuldemise like every other demon on the Hell-infested planet.

Eventually,despite your valiant efforts, you lose the fight against gravity andend up falling an inch or two through the air before landing with an‘oof’ into the hand of the hungry beast. You’d landed on yourstomach, not even nearly covering the length of it’s mightypalm, so you begin to manically lift yourself back onto two feet; atricky task with how uneven the surface is.

 Anotherlow, rumbling hum from your captor is enough to get you to whip yourhead up in his direction and nearly scream aloud at the suddencloseness of his face. Dark, matted hair falls over a bone-white maskand cascades all around you as the being moves you closer to itsface. A thought does cross your mind, ‘How is he supposed to eat meif he doesn’t even have a mouth?’ but ultimately, you decide thatyou’d rather not find out how you die.

Quickas a flash, you launch your body across its hand to the very edge andtake all of a half-second to decide that you’d rather jump to yourdeath than face whatever this thing has in store for you. Taking adeep breath, you’re ready to topple over the side of the hand, butall of a sudden, your hopes of a quick death are dashed. Four long,bony fingers curl around your back and effectively pin you to thepalm, leaving your head and arms poking out of the space between thethumb and crooked forefinger and your legs wriggling uselessly in theactually somewhat gentle hold.

Thebeing holds you in a loose fist and, upon looking up into the large,golden eyes, you notice it’s fixed you with a hard glare.

“That,”he sighs, “would have been a rather painful and decidedlyfoolish demise.” His voice is low and stolid, rippling through youlike far distant thunder only so much more unsettling. Youpale considerably at the sound of his voice. Sure, you’d heard thedemons speak before, but never in plain english, and never soquietly. “What- precisely- are you?” the behemoth asks,tilting his head to peer down at you curiously. In your shock, youcan only stammer out a few, frightened noises, nothing that could bearticulated into words. The pale creature’s hand relaxes its gripever so slightly whilst he peers down at you, seeming to only nownotice how badly you’re shaking. Heaving out an exasperated sigh thatmakes you flinch back and cry out, he draws his head back and allowsthe real sun to shine down onto your shaking body.

“Hmm,surely not a human. Far too little,” he mutters,mostly to himself. Hungry, afraid and now feeling a tad indignant,you summon your courage from the bowels of the Earth, drawing yourhead up and puffing out your cheeks whilst you level a brave scowl upat the white mask.

“Iam human!” you squeak, cringing at how utterlyunintimidating your voice sounds. Your captor quirks his headto the side, an amused glint in his amber eyes.

“Ah,so you can talk,” he smirks, “and here I was worried thatI’d have to carry this entire conversation by myself.” Heregards you curiously for a moment, awaiting some form of response,of which you suddenly find yourself struggling to come up with underhis intense gaze. The quiet observation makes you increasinglynervous, at least until he pipes up again, causing you to jump at thesudden noise.

“Let’ssay you are a human,” he muses, turning his hand this wayand that so as to get an all-over look at you, “how on Earth do youjustify being this tiny?”

Yousquirm and write within his grip, uncomfortable at how closely he’swatching you, taking in every inch. “I don’t have to justifyanything!” you spit, “I didn’t ask to be like this! It wasprobably one of your demon buddies!” A chill settles in yourbelly after your outburst and you stop struggling instantly in favourof clenching your hands tight into the skin surrounding you. “Ohmy-I’m sorry!” You wonder if he’ll kill you right then and therefor raising your voice, “Please don’t kill me…” Your voicetrails off the moment tears begin to fall down your face. Thecreature holding you observes the amalgamation of emotions coursingthrough you with growing curiosity.

“Youthink I’m a demon.”

Thewhispered statement is soft enough to draw your head up in confusion.Your captor is regarding you with a mellow look in his eyes,unreadable. Then, without any fuss, he unfurls his long, slenderfingers and instead holds you in a loosely cupped palm. You’rejostled slightly and without really thinking, grab a hold of histhumb for balance. The man’s eyes widen briefly, surprised at thecontact, but the moment you realise what you’d done, you practicallythrow the thumb from yourself with a gasp.

“So,”he chuckles, politely ignoring what had just transpired, “a cursethen. Cast upon you by….what was it you said?” He tilts his headand it dawns that he’s making fun of you. “One of ‘my buddies’? Wasit?” The man peers at you through the holes in his mask and youshiver. “You’re lucky I’m not my brother, War…” he confers, “Hemight have taken more offence to that than I.”

Absently,his unoccupied hand comes up to meet his other and he takes your armdelicately between his thumb and forefinger. “Be still,” hescolds gently when you thump his hand with all your might, screamingto be let go, “you’ll only injure yourself further.”

“Idon’t care!” you shout, fraught with tension, “Now eitherlet me go or kill me because I am so not in the mood to playthis game of cat and mouse!” You’re shocked out of your fruitlessattempts at freeing yourself when you hear a short, sharp bark oflaughter. It’s so intensely loud and unexpected that you whine andcover your head with your free arm.

“Forgive me, little one,” the behemoth’s hand shakes with the aftershocks ofhis amusement, “you think I’m going to kill you?” Slowly,he releases his grip on your arm and you frantically tuck both ofthem against your chest, curling in on yourself fearfully in hispalm. Staring up at him, you wait for your captor to come to hissenses, which he does rather quickly. “I would have to be somespecial sort of monstrous to needlessly kill a four-inch-tall child.”

Youscowl up at him and purse your lips defiantly, “I am not a child,”you seethe, “I’m __ years old!”

“Ohwell,” he huffs in amusement, “forgive my fatuity.” It makesyou even more indignant that you can practically hear the smirk inhis voice, even though you can’t see it. Movement catches you wildlyoff guard as the strange man suddenly begins to stroll forwards,heading deeper into the city you’d striven to survive in.

“H-hey!”you cry out when he pulls his hand towards his chest, tilting it sothat you’re cupped securely against bare, cold skin. Gasping withshock when your hands press firmly at the oddly cold flesh, you tryto form a coherent sentence. “I-if you’re not going to kill me,just let me go!” Craning your neck up to stare imploringly at theunderside of his chin, you manage to see him slowly shaking his headas he walks and the motion causes your stomach to plummet down andout through your toes.

“I’mafraid I would have to be equally monstrous to let you go,”he speaks softly over the wind that rushes past your head. Nothingthis creature says makes much sense to you.

“Whatthe Hell are you talking about!?” you yell in bewilderment,flinching when his yellow eyes flick down to rest on your tiny body,“It wouldn’t be monstrous! It-it would be the right thing to do!”you plead. Hopefully, your uncanny luck might just get you out ofthis. Perhaps if you could reason with the odd creature, you mightlive to see another day.

But itwould seem this thing has no intention of giving you up any timesoon. “The right thing?” he echoes, frowning and squeezing hispalm flatter against your back, knocking you face-first into hischest, “Look at you. You can’t fight back, you can’t outrunanything at this size, you’re lucky you’ve survived this long at all!But even your luck will run out eventually,” he pauses and swingshis head around as though trying to pick a direction. Below his hand,you’ve managed to push yourself back against his palm and away frombeing nearly smothered. You open your mouth to argue, but he isn’t quitefinished. “If it runs out when you’re alone down here, you’redoomed. If it runs out when you’re with me, however-”

Atimid, but desperate shout interrupts him. “What in the world doyou care?” you cry, incredulous, “demons don’t give twoshits about my species so why the Hell do you?! Or is this all justsome messed up demonic trick?”

Hisvoice is eerily calm when he answers you, “I am not a demon, youngone.”

Itcatches you off guard, prompting you to ask, “Well, what areyou then?”

Youreally wish you hadn’t let your unbridled curiosity get the better ofyou. The panic that washes over you after hearing his answer issomehow worse than it was when you were first discovered by thiscreature.

“Iam Death,” he whispers, so hushed that it raises the hair on theback of your neck.

“Ohno,” you whimper quietly, “This is it then, isn’t it?”

Deathblinks down at you and allows his palm to draw backwards slightlybefore he lifts it closer to his mask, letting him get a better lookat you. You seem to barely notice when he does this though, toofocused on clutching at your heart and breathing rapidly.

“Imean,” you shake, “I knew it was going to happen, but I didn’tactually think you’d come to get me!”

Amusedby your ramblings, Death uses the very tip of a finger on his freehand to prod you gently in the back, drawing your attention to himagain with a wet gasp of fright.

“Ihate to tell you, little one, but my mission is of far greater importthan ferrying your lost soul to the Well,” he murmurs. Then, whenhe sees that you’re still not in the least bit reassured by that, hesays, “It is not your time yet, my small friend. And it shan’t befor a while longer, not if I can help it.”

Sniffling,you swipe at the tears that spill down your face and hiccoughtiredly. Death’s keen gaze picks up the exhaustion and fear thatradiates off you in waves. He can tell that all you want to do iscollapse and escape from this whole maddening situation. The horsemanmeets your wide, inquisitive eyes with a heavy-lidded stare of hisown.

Deepwithin himself, Death chastises his actions half-heartedly. ’It’sone human, albeit one with a curse,’ he thinks, ’your brothertakes precedence. You do not have the time to babysit thisunfortunate child.’ But without really trying, the horsemancounters his own argument. ’It isn’t the human’s fault the specieswas slaughtered. You are not the only one here to have lostfamily…..’ Death’s eyes widen minutely at his own admittance.From your seat in his hand, you glance at the ground and wonder if afall from this height would be survivable, still contemplatingescape. If Death isn’t here for you then what is hehere for? And why won’t he put you down and let you get back toliving for the next day?

A coughfrom above demands your attention and you snap your head up to lookat the looming masked figure. “You’ll be coming along with me?”Death states.

You’requite understandably outraged. “What!?” you squawk, “Why?”

Death’shand springs to life and closes around you again, then he lifts it tohis shoulder and uncurls his fingers, letting you slide from them andland with a grunt in the purple folds of fabric around his neck. “Ihave my reasons,” he simply replies.

Recognisingthe sensation of you struggling to right yourself in his cowl,Death’s fingers find your tiny form and nudge you into an uprightposition, sitting in the space between his thick neck and the softscarf. For your part, you’re horrified, perplexed, anxious andtotally, utterly spent.

You’reso far out of your depth, you can barely even respond when the hugehand that helped you up has returned once more, this time, holdingsomething very delicately between it’s fingers. You blink at theobject and almost fall off your perch when you see what it is. Itappears to be something that looks a lot like pemmican, dry andjerky-like. Although it smells odd, you can’t help but salivate atthe sheer amount of food you’re being presented with.

“Here,”the horseman pushes it into your chest where you fumble to catch thepiece of meat as that’s almost half as long as you are, “beforeDust sees. I caught him raiding an old pantry in one of the buildingswe passed and he took a liking to these odd little things. You lookedhungry and he has more than enough carrion down here to feast on, he’s just being greedy.”Death watches you consider the food for a while, turning it over inyour hands mistrustfully before you ask, in a small voice, “Who’sDust?” The horseman shrugs, jostling you slightly and forcing youto brace yourself against the hard muscle of his neck.

“Acrow. Obnoxious bird, really. Doubtless, you’lllike him.”

“A-uh,a c-crow?” you stammer nervously as you recall the several timessuch a bird has eyed you hungrily from their perches atop other humancarcasses.

IfDeath notices you’re trepidation, he doesn’t mention it. But he doeslean his head sideways and whispers to you consiprationally, “Don’tworry, I’ll introduce you. He’s far more interested in eating deadthings anyway.” Shakily, you hum in vague acknowledgement andcontinue to turn the pemmican stuff over in your hands. The horsemaneyes the movement for a while until he sighs, drawing a violentflinch from you. “If you don’t eat, you’ll die,” he declaresmatter-of-factly, “and my efforts at keeping you alive will be invain, so I would appreciate it if you-”

“Whydo you care if Istarve?” you bite, “you don’t even know me.”

“Idon’t care,” he expertly lies then his step falters, “andyou’re right, I don’t believe I do know you.” Death drawshis head back to scrutinise you from a distance, “I never asked foryour name.”

Bitingyour lip, you wither under his gaze and absent-mindedly wrap asection of his cowl over your head, leaving your face free whilst youcontinue to contemplate the meat in your hands. Would it really be sobad to just take a chance for once? Besides, you’d started to growquite tired of living like this; like a rat, scurrying through drainpipes and gutters as you scrounge around for your next meal and prayyou don’t get spotted by one of the enormous demons that haunt theEarth. If this 'Death’ does end up trying to kill you, wellthen…..You smirk to yourself darkly and completely without humour.’It’s a win-win!’ your mind cheers with a gruesome enthusiasm.You take in a deep breath before letting it out once more, watchingyour tiny puff of air turn cloudy and white in the crisp evening.Death is still watching you patiently, waiting for your answer.

“…..It’sY/n,” you whisper so quietly, you start to think you should repeatyourself, but the body beneath you trembles slightly with a deep humas Death appraises your name.

For theumpteenth time, Death’s hand once more looms into view, prompting youto cry out at the suddenness with which it appeared. You drop theproffered food into your lap and cower with your arms above your headwhen the hand reaches for you. But it never makes contact.

Breathinghard, you peek up and see Death’s eyes squinting down at you. It’sdifficult to tell if he’s angry or amused.

“Iwas under the impression that this is a customary greeting amongsthumans?” he says, stretching his forefinger out until it’s almosttouching you. It takes you a while to realise what he’s talkingabout. When you do, you actually scoff, but still reach forwards andshakily grasp the finger tip. You give it a shaky jerk up and downbefore pulling your hand away swiftly and retreating further into thewarm cowl.

“Y/n,”the horseman rumbles, “a pleasure, I suppose.” He rollshis eyes but still casts a sideways look at the untouched food.“Eat,” Death commands, “I promise, you won’t like it if I haveto make you eat.”

Yousend him a challenging glare which he meets in kind, but honestly?You’re far too weary and still in a state of shock to beengaging in arguments with Death himself.

Andyour stomach is roaring something fierce.

Begrudgingly,you nibble the very edge of the dried meat and try to suppress a moanof relief at the feeling of having food in your mouth.

Satisfied,Death turns his head forwards again and frowns at the city. ’Fancygetting yourself into this situation,’ he grumbles to himself,’this will only end in tears and they won’t be your own. I hopeyou’re prepared to face that when the time comes,’ Death’s innervoice reprimands him.

You siton his shoulder munching away, blissfully unaware of the horseman’s mental turmoil, thinking only of food and sleep, no doubt. Beneath his mask,Death’s thin lips pull into a tight smile. ’That,’ he muses,’I can provide.’

Withyou riding along, Death strolls onwards into the city, two promisesnow weighing heavily on his heart. Two people to protect. Two livesresting in the palms of his hands. One more literally than the other.

[vegajoyce]

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PRAYING LIKE JESUS...

Mt 6:9-13 says:

After this manner therefore pray ye:

Our Father which art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done

in earth, as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil:

For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever.

Amen 

Jesus tells us to “pray like this” ((emphasis mine))  The Lord God, our Savior Jesus will teach us HOW to pray…  I hope this will bless you as much as I look forward to what the Lord has to say (through me) today!

Our Father, which art in heaven…  The very first thing that I noticed was that our Lord isn’t selfish, He shares His JOY with us.  The Joy of His Father, making God our Father too!  Sometimes, it is hard to share.  But this time, I am so glad that Jesus did!

Our Father-  He belongs to us!  He has a home (in heaven) and, IN us!  His heart is grand!  And, as the believer of Christ Jesus, we have HOME in His heart. There is lots and lots of room!  Hallelujah!!!

Hallowed be Thy name… What is your first thought when you read this tiny sentence?

Hallowed:  A song comes to my name…Holy is Your name….Wonderful is Your name…. I reverence Your name…  The powerful/sacred/worshiped name of God!

Abba, I reverence your name.  I am in awe of You.  Holy is your name.  Absolute are You, Abba.

All that I am IN YOU is because of Your name.  Because of Your Son, Jesus, who is You; Almighty God!  I can get so excited because You don’t have just one name, yet you are ONE, THE ONE and only true God, the invisible God! Mine!  Ours!  All because we believe. \o/

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, in earth, as it is in heaven…

Your kingdom come ((YES)), & will be done ((YES)) on earth, in earth, here right here where we are and where YOU are….  Your YES in heaven meets our faith/yes on/in earth.  They meet/resound/rejoice in/on Your… Yes…

God’s will WILL be done! always!  He is God!  His will may not “match” what you may want, but what GOD WANTS is always right…ALWAYS!

I had a revelation of this part of scripture…  I seen a combination lock.  It had lots of numbers, and millions of combinations… but there is only ONE that can unlock this lock.  God’s yes has to match His will for heaven and earth to speak to each other and

agree on God’s will (His final say).  Our job is to have faith, and pray to believe to receive and have.  Mk 11:24    Wait for, hope for, and expect… our God….Ro 8:25   Believe & you shall Receive!!!! Mt 21:22    Do you see God’s will in these scriptures?  If God’s will weren’t in them we wouldn’t have hope to have faith!  God’s will is phenomenal!  There is nothing like it, or Him!  Heaven and earth meet together, in agreement, in one accord and your YES, your answer, your part in God’s will— does this….  thy will BE DONE…  Don’t you LOVE your Abba?

give us this day, our daily bread…

JESUS, give us this day…YOU…all of who you are!  All of who you are IN me!  All of YOU, Jesus, today.  Not only in my today, but my tomorrows, all the way to You, my Holy and Wonderful Lord.  All the way, to Our Father…  Man shall not live by bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God… My bread is YOU.  My bread is Your Word. My faith feeds on this bread, and I grow IN You.  You did this!  So that I would be reconciled to You.  You made peace because of Your blood shed on the cross.Col 1:20  I am free because of Your Word.  I am cleansed. Your Word is near me!  even as close as my mouth!  Your Word endures forever! You are the Word, and we love You, Sweet Jesus.  Thank you!!

forgive us our trespasses… as we forgive those who trespass agains us…

Forgive-  sometimes forgiveness is hard…  but not so hard if you look at it this way…

Jesus forgave me, therefore, I must forgive others if I want to be forgiven.  How can I expect to be forgiven and be with God if I hold on to unbelief?  

Unbelief!  Did you say unbelief???  Yes!  God says to forgive.  If so, I will be healed, and thus, forgiven myself.  If I hold on to a grudge, all my life,  I am most miserable.  I feed that beast!  And, believe me, it is a hungry beast, demanding my time, my mind, my actions….  But Jesus has a better answer!  FORGIVE others!  Is it hard?  Sometimes!  (Honestly answering this question), but it is a MUST.  Remember what Mat 5:8 says?  Blessed are the PURE IN HEART… for they shall see God.  That was my wake up call.  MY LIFE GOAL IS TO SEE GOD!!!  Therefore, I must rely on my faith/belief in Christ’s blood which cleanses me, and washes away my sin of unforgiveness, so that I may forgive and become free!

Some people have it all wrong…. forgiveness is not for the other guy!  NO!!! no, no!!!  Forgiveness is so that I may become free.  That I may be released from the bondage.  So that this misery and chains that hold me to this LIE may be broken, in Jesus name, by faith and obedience and trust in you God.  Yes!  as a Christian, I must believe Him!

Sometimes, we need to swallow that ugly pill of unbelief…  our sins are forgiven as far as the east is from the west…never meeting again…forgotten.  So, why is it that you hold on to unforgiveness?  No! Stop! This isn’t God’s will!  Be done with it! Forgive.

lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one…

Does God lead us into temptation?  Is God a tempter of evil?  I hardly think so!  I believe this part of scripture says this: (I’ll pray it out)

Abba, help us to keep our eyes open.  Help us to know “who” our enemy is.  He is called the evil one.  Help me to recognize this tempter.  Help me to know and respond

to his lies with a resounding NO!, IN JESUS NAME…  He is a sweet talker of sin, making sin look so enticing… But… help me to remember that I want to SEE God!  I want this enemy to be far, far, far from me.  Deliver me, Jesus!

Thank you, for the scripture in James which tells me to SUBMIT myself to You, and RESIST that devil.  Thank you, that scripture tells me that this enemy will flee.  FLEE!

Because, when I come to You, Your presence fills the place…  He is extinguished!  His fire is put out.  It’s the blood of Jesus which speaks…and STOPS the enemy’s flow.  He is silenced.  He is tore down.  He is extinguished to nothingness.  He is noise.  His noise isn’t so enticing, no it is not, but a loud gong!  This roaring lion seeking whom he can devour need beware! Angels are encamped all around God’s Children.  The blood of Jesus speaks loud and clear, and the enemy shall be stopped.  His assignments -against me- broken.  Why? faith? Yes, faith, but also because: Jesus PRAYED for us in this prayer.  He prayed: DELIVER US from the evil one.  Hallelujah!

How do I keep this roaring lion from devouring me? Look to Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our faith! Submit to God, and resist this devil! God is faithful!  And faithful to the faithful.  Is this you???

for Thine is the kingdom, power, and glory forever…

You see, it is all about God!  Your life, and where you fit in…is all about God!  It’s all about His kingdom!  This is why we can say: HALLELUJAH!!! and raise our arms high…to Him…  unto Him who is able to do, exceedingly, abundantly, all we can think or ask, according to the Power (JESUS) that works in us.  Is Jesus IN you?

If so, we can recognize God’s divine in us!  His kingdom, power and glory IN us! forever!  Hallelujah!!!

and Jesus ends this prayer with:

AMEN!

AMEN: God’s yes!  He is a yea and amen God!! 2 Cor 1:20  

Amen, Praise the Lord forever!  Psa 89:52   Praise be to the Lord God of Israel!!!  Amen and Amen!.. Everlasting to everlasting….Ps 41:13…   And the whole earth is FILLED with His Glory!!!  Ps 72:19   The God of peace be with you all….Amen!!! Rom 15:33

ending: He is YES!  HIS PRAISES ARE YES! (Forever), THE WHOLE EARTH IS FILLED ((Full)) WITH HIS GLORY, YES!!!

NOW, UNTO YOU LORD, KING ETERNAL, IMMORTAL, INVISIBLE, THE ONLY GOD, ((The only True God)) BE HONOR, GLORY FOREVER AND EVER….((and ever))  AMEN 1 Tim 1:17      AMEN, and let it be so.  

Jesus, be with us in this prayer!  Thank you, for teaching it to us.  

Bless your Word and honor it today, in Jesus name I pray, amen to the glory of God!

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The annual running of the ... burros?

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The annual running of the ... burros?

The importance was that it was a popular man’s animal for the prevalent man’s king, alternatively than a additional usually royal steed. And its Sunday College lore that his mom rode a person into Nazareth when expecting, while which is not in the official cannon. I checked.

Domesticated for about 5,000 several years, donkeys have been place to work for humanity’s historically switching needs. They have been the family members vehicle, our U-Haul vans, engines pulling barges in canals and wagons out West, and they’ve been our workmates — if you function in a mine or on a farm. They are nevertheless used in armed service functions to carry floor air missiles above tough terrain.

Burros, as the Spanish phone them, walk at about a human’s foot velocity. They almost never kick or chunk. They seem to be to have a calming influence on horses and human beings. And they never get virtually the respect they deserve, the Rodney Dangerfields of the animal kingdom.

Like a cross concerning a Tesla and a wheelbarrow, donkeys are beasts of burden that can carry up to 300 lbs . for more than two weeks in the mountains, though needing really tiny meals or water. They are kind of the camels of the West. In fact, they’re the camels of the East, North and South, far too, as donkeys keep on to prosper in North and South The us, Europe, Asia and Africa.

As some industries faded, the donkey before long extra racing husband or wife to its resume. When the US mining marketplace began to dry up in the 1930s and ’40s, some enterprising Coloradans arrived up with the concept of attracting spectators to their cities by hosting an ultramarathon of human-donkey pairs — The Planet Championship Pack Burro Race.

“They train us so much,” mentioned pack burro race director Brad Wann. “They instruct us humility. They join us with character. Burros have the means to arrive at into your soul.”

The to start with race was in 1949, which helps make it, according Wann, the second-oldest constantly run marathon in the country soon after the Boston Marathon.

The race also lends itself to a wide variety of puns. For instance, the winner of the annual pack burro championship is the initially to get his or her ass more than the complete line. Wann’s title is media relations officer for the Western Pack Burro Ass-ociation. There are 8 of these eye-rollers in this posting if you would like to spot them all.

But it is even now a significant activity, even if it has a sense of humor. “Haulin’ Ass” is the title of a quite straight documentary about the activity.

A burro-ful working day

Initially the race prolonged concerning Leadville and Fairplay, situated in the middle of the state and only about 11 miles apart as the crow flies, but divided by a mountain. Legend holds that it was encouraged by two miners who struck gold at the same time and raced back to city to declare the discover. The serious story is that the race was motivated by a need to continue to keep former mining cities from turning into ghosts.

Now each cities have their own races, aspect of an annual series of eight in Colorado. Fairplay, is the longest (29 miles), tied for highest (much more than 13,000 toes), and the just one that retained the World Championship title. The town is also home to the Prunes Monument, perhaps the only monument in the earth erected to honor a donkey. Prunes labored together with a miner for a lot more than 60 a long time.

Race working day, in July, was a great a person of blue skies. This yr 89 — a document number — of human-burro pairs competed in the 70th earth championship, assembling in the Aged West-on the lookout Fairplay. Wann estimates at least 150,000 men and women showed up to check out the start out of the race.

The odor of excitement and excrement was in the air as the starter gun signaled a mass get started of two lengths. The 29-mile race had 20 pairs and 3,300 feet of elevation acquire and a short class of 15 miles had yet another 69 pairs.

The start of the race is important, explained Wann. “Really don’t crack their will, permit the burro set the speed early on in its place of shutting it down,” he stated. “Burros will pair up and want to go that rate, and you have to really feel that out. So run as rapid you can — sprint if the donkey does. If you can’t do that you can expect to have a gradual donkey the rest of the race. It can be a burro race, not a human race.”

The training course also ends in Fairplay, jogging by means of South Park (the present of the same title has in some way not finished a burro racing episode), and then heading up dirt roadways, trails and rocky terrain to the 13,185-foot summit of Mosquito Pass. (Or really should that be Mosquito P-ass?)

The age vary of the human runners at this year’s earth championship was 15 to 70, and they came from all above the US, Europe, Canada and even Africa. The California workforce brought in their personal donkeys. About 65% ended up repeat runners addicted to the niche activity which continually only can take put in Colorado, the point out the place it was born.

About a 3rd of the runners were ladies this year. In fact, the first girl to at any time compete was Edna Miller, with her burro Pill, in 1951, nearly 20 years prior to the to start with woman ran the Boston Marathon (against the procedures, even then).

The donks — as insiders may well refer to them — that competed this 12 months have lovable and delightful names these as Buckwheat, Hershey and Sweet Pea. Previous winners have incorporated BonBon and Product Puff. My preferred name for a competitor this yr was ReDONKulous. This year bundled 16 mini-donkeys on the short study course.

And you should not get in touch with donkeys mules, which are basically half donkey and fifty percent horse breeds. Individuals 50 percent-assed animals are not authorized to race in the pack burro circuit.

Regulations condition that the donks (I am an insider now) ought to have mining equipment: a select, gold pan, shovel and saddle. This weighs about 16 lbs and for the mini-donkeys that is all they will need standard-sized donkeys should include weights to a bare minimum of 33 lbs .. The rope attaching the crew are unable to be for a longer time than 15 ft and the runners never gown as miners, even though the occasional cowboy hat could allude to an before era.

Like any ultramarathon, specifically with elevation, endurance calls for training. And in this circumstance some animal husbandry expertise as very well. As a outcome, there are, of program, comical times for bystanders watching when the donkey protests. Occasionally a burro will just shut down. In previous races, groups have experienced to fall out when this takes place.

The air may be skinny on oxygen up on Mosquito Pass, but the mountain views are astounding. Inexperienced and grey peaks are in all directions, the views as wild and West as some of pack animals.

This year’s profitable workforce was Kirt Courkamp and his burro Mary Margaret, finishing the 29 miles in just about 6 hours and profitable the $1,000 first area prize. These two locals received the past two decades and this calendar year won in Leadville and Buena Vista as well, collectively recognized as the Triple Crown.

Breaking in

“In the entire entire world, there are most likely much less than 1,000 folks who have ever competed in a pack-burro race,” the late Denver Submit columnist Ed Quillen wrote in 2007, arguing for it to be the state’s formal sport. (In 2012, pack burro racing was specified a summertime heritage sport of Colorado.)

If you want to be among the this elite crew, your training is two-fold. You will need to ailment yourself to operate lengthy distances — placing in the hrs on trail operates and at higher altitudes — as the pack burro race is a very hard program.

Then there is driving a donkey. They really don’t need to acclimate to the altitude or understand how to properly fuel themselves with calories and hydration to go the distance. But runners even now gain with acquiring as many miles together as probable.

There are approaches and character discrepancies among the the animals that need to be m-ass-tered to have a prosperous operate. “If the burro will not trust you, or like you, or you are pushing much too difficult,” stated Wann, “it can be not heading to function.”

Organizers will not advocate it but you can show up the working day before a burro pack race and rent a donkey. Amber Wann, a self explained “donkey matchmaker” and wife of Brad, rents them for races and attempts to match functioning velocity and equine encounter.

“Burro racing is a really psychological sport,” he additional. “We are navigating by way of some of the roughest terrain in the world and you have to create a romantic relationship with your ass to make that materialize.”

Managing with a donkey is a bit of give and choose, virtually. At times you’re pulling them, other times they are pulling you. Uphill they can be a actual ass-et if they are in the guide and pulling a little bit. But heading downhill, runners want to be in the lead lest they come across them selves obtaining dragged by a speedy and enthusiastic 900-pound burro which can haul ass at speeds up to 40 miles for each hour.

On flats, either teammate can be in the guide, or aspect-by-facet, but human runners are however accomplishing the steering.

You control a donkey by means of their nose, pulling back again on the rope to slow down, like a fuel pedal of pressure-and-release to modify pace. A whistle or a “hup-hup!” can get ’em goin’ and the typical “whoa” can gradual ’em down. The donkey of class does not know where by it can be heading. Human beings are the “GPS for the critters,” Wann mentioned.

Gear-wise, runners need the right shoes, dresses, working vests and gas for an ultramarathon. And the burros, in addition to finding a clean bill of wellness from a vet, have to have the old timey mining devices and additional excess weight to have.

Ass-essing chance and reward

As with any ultramarathon trail run, accidents are usually probable. In accordance to a 2015 examine involving 1,212 lively ultrarunners, they endured about the same frequency of accidents as shorter-length runners, even though some wounds ended up inflicted by the road blocks of trail functioning. The most popular accidents had been of the knee and foot pressure fractures.

Remaining tethered to a donkey provides hazard of personal injury to runners, of system. If you excursion, you can get severe highway rash from acquiring dragged together. 1 12 months a runner bruised or broke some ribs when her burro kicked her in the upper body.

The policies will not let runners to ride the donkey, but in the race’s historical past, injured runners have been carried down the mountain on their partners’ back, as they’re out of the race anyway.

Donkeys get hurt far too, but in 70 years of racing, not a person animal has died or been hurt further than restoration.

Animal legal rights groups have lifted eyebrows about the activity but organizers anxiety the humane cure of the burros. “Any contestant mistreating his animal may be disqualified,” the race rules state. “No needles, electric prods, narcotics, golf equipment or whips, other than the halter rope, may perhaps be employed.” But the runners’ love for their donkey associates will make this rule seemingly superfluous.

Organizers also position out that donkeys appreciate the race as a great deal as the ultra-runners. “If you observe donkeys in the wild, they aren’t sedentary creatures,” wrote Western Pack Burro Ass-ociation member Sheri L. Thompson on the sport’s race website. “In the wild, donkeys are really trim athletic animals” and “they exercising all working day prolonged.”

“They are ready members,” Thompson writes, alluding to the burro’s renowned stubbornness. “If they never want to go, you are unable to make them do just about anything.”

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