#rushed the coloring haaa

[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: cyberpunk smut, fingering, choking implications, mean! johnny silverhand, reader is not V, afab!f! reader x pre!engram! johnny

"We can't Johnny" Your voice a choked whimper, slurred together with rasped out moans. A tutting finger against your throat while the oh so familiar metallic hand gripped you. So gentle, so rough, practiced perfection and tasteless passion (so he would say).

"Johnny," Yet another pathetic mewl when Johnny finally stopped mouthing at the soft flesh of your collarbones.

"Shut up." Not his best mood, so blatant; if you were smarter, you would take that as your warning. Just in the other room you could still feel the vibrations from the stage speakers, the music so soft when you were away from it all. The gentle lights that helped cast purple colored hues on Johnny's vengeful expression. His aviators tossed somewhere on one of the tables, so careless right now - almost vulnerable.

His other hand, shoved into your underwear, furious rubs against your clit making you stand on the tips of your toes while you hiccupped, cried, fucking begged for his cock. Saliva covering your lips and your vision blurred from the overstimulation. It made Johnny laugh, just a bit, just enough for him to pity you. To kiss away the forming tears against your eyes, licking away the salty liquid.

Just before this, you were arguing, hated each other so badly. But his eyes, those chocolate colored eyes; like a sad dog without his bone - you really pitied this filthy bastard. You were so fucking in love. And Johnny loved sex.

"Haaa.." A sharp inhale for air seeped toward your mouth when he released his loose grip on your throat. Somehow such a delicate touch could be so tortuous, make your cunt ache, drool with the desire to be filled.

"You're thinking again." Johnny grumbled, pressing his forehead against yours while he cornered you against the wall, silver finger tips grazing the flesh of your jaw toward your ear. You shivered, whimpering from the cold sensation. Johnny inhaled, drawing out the scent of your shampoo, murmuring in a growl. "Hate when you do that."

His fingers slid out of your panties, leaving your hips to buck against nothing, begging for the sweet texture of anything. You whined, pathetically, "You're so mean..pleasee.."

There you went again, being so pathetic, so begging.

"Adorable." Johnny laughed against your forehead, enjoying your annoyed squirm. Your hand grabbing at his, the flesh one, the soft one, the one suited to slip inside without making you cry from the cold. His eyes smiled for him despite the stern expression.

"Do it."

And back again you led his hands where they belonged, gathering up your slick on his fingerprints to slip a single finger in. You cried out a gasp, a bit of spit coating your lip that of course Johnny licked at. What a sick pervert, you'd remember this later, maybe tease him about it.

But that was later, and this was now. And now, you were back on the balls for your feet, riding his single finger in your cunt. Crying as he shoved his tongue in your mouth, licking against your teeth and suckling your own tongue. A knot of pleasure formed inside you, your vision so spotted from your desperation; breathless pants spilling out of you, enough to make Johnny pull away and admire his work.

Your back arching as your split away, leaning against the wall. You writhed, whined pathetically as you came on to his hands. So embarrassing and shameless, but the two of you had done worse. All good things came to an end though. Clarity slowly rushing down on you, by now you could feel the heat of your face and the sweat that clung to your body. Johnny's arrogant grin watching as realization hit you. Both hands on either side of your hip.

"Gonna stop bitching at me now, gorgeous?"

"Fuck you, Silverhand."

[yo-nemu]

Could you draw Maloof crying (got hurt maybe?) and Elka comforting him? (it’s a psychonauts crackship I like a lot hahaha!)

Cute request!

[occasional-wott-bros]

Part one of the Wott Backstory! Next Part >

Cameos: @dailyshellos, @dailyshinyscolipede, the pink lemonade osha that @butting-heads claimed from the giveaway, and baby version of @dailyshinyampharos

[seimeinotaka]

Sword training (Vil x MC)

Set Post-Pomefiore.

Vil learns that Ann has somehow started training with a sword, of all things. He also finds himself getting somehow a knight of sorts.

Thanks to polyphenols@AO3 for beta-reading this!

-

"Hi yah!"

The yell reached Vil's ears as he was doing his daily walk.  Instinctively, he turned his head to where the sound came from, easily recognizing the person's voice.

"Haaa!"

Ann swung her blunt sword in an upward arch, possibly the new movement she had been taught. It was too amateurish, inelegant and charmless, Vil thought to himself. It was exactly like her, though unexpectedly so, as he wouldn't have imagined she was interested in sword fighting in the first place.

"Hyah!"

She swung again.

At least she was passionate about it, though her passion alone wouldn't get her very far.

Ann paused her swings, turning suddenly around, startled when she realized his presence, though this didn't stop her from waving at him and jogging to where he was standing.

"Vil-senpai!" she said in between breaths. "I felt someone watching me but I didn't think it was you."

"Your swing is inelegant."

As well as her appearance: her hair was in a messy ponytail, bangs disheveled all over her flushed face.

"Well, Shishou just taught me this yesterday."

"Shishou?"

"Yes, Shishou. Silver-senpai. He's teaching me the sword in his free time."

That was surprising to say the least, Silver was from Diasomnia and one of Malleus's guards, everyone knew how they would flock behind him. Weren't they overzealous about Malleus's protection?

"I find it hard to imagine, he is always in Diasomnia doing his duties."

"It's okay! Kanchou said so!" she replied with a smile, as he frowned.

"Kanchou? Do you enjoy not making any sense?"

She rolled her eyes, that infuriating smile not fading in the slightest, and it was so tempting to smack her. "Kanchou is Lilia-senpai. Since Lilia-senpai is Silver-senpai's senpai, that would make him the big boss, so Kanchou."

He arched an eyebrow at her incomprehensible logic. Just like her.

"You make no sense."

"I don't? Huh, that's rude. You always call us potatoes, why can't I give you nicknames? There's Shishou and Kanchou, there's also Tsunotaro though that's his own fault. Trey-senpai is Aniki, Azul-senpai is Boss..." She looked at him with a sly smirk, "Wouldn't you like to know yours, Vil-senpai?"

Yes.

"No."

But he was not going to admit it.

"Too bad, it's a secret!"

"Then why offer something you're not even going to reveal?" He huffed, mildly annoyed to be entertaining her and going on her own tempo. He was the one who should be setting it, not her.

"Maybe I wanted to see if you were interested?"

"Why would I be interested?"

"Just a wild thought," she dared to say with a smirk. "I enjoy talking to you too."

-

Sometimes their paths crossed, almost like strangers fated to meet. He didn’t like leaving things to something intangible as fate, the same as how wishes worked. Like wishes, fate undermined hard work. There was no value to becoming the fated hero…or villain, cursed to a forgone conclusion especially if fate deemed you unworthy, no matter what. However, he wasn’t so sure he liked the only other logical explanation to these meetings, how he seemed to come across her during his walks, almost yearning for her.

Just as she was now standing in front of him, having interrupted her sword practice just to talk to him. And he was somehow entertaining her.

"If you were in my situation, like you were thrown into a foreign world, wouldn't you try things you normally wouldn't be able to do in your home world? We don't fight with swords, and the only remaining sword fighting styles are sports. Actually, one would suit Pomefiore, it's kind of elegant now that I think of it... But anyway, swords in my world are only good for sports, collection bragging rights, and to make money in gacha games, so you can't exactly train to wield one. "

He folded his arms over his chest, not fully convinced. ���That’s quite a leap in logic, potato. Surely the first thing you would consider trying isn’t something involving fighting. I would understand if you were trying magic, but to want to engage in this kind of combat? You certainly don’t look the type.”

“How rude!” She huffed. “You should know better than to judge someone for their looks! Maybe I just wanted to try something really extra? This school has the gothic and medieval style that it begs to try something knights do.”

“That logic is too obtuse, even for you. I knew you were an otaku like Idia, but I didn’t take you as the delusional type.”

Something was off. She was unreasonable, but even this was a big stretch for her.

“Perhaps I could protect someone...!”

For a second, he thought something flashed in her eyes, but it was too brief to make sense of it.

"Must be nice to be able to take things like a game."

"Does it look like that way to you? I wish it was.”

Her soft expression was unreadable and somehow, it was disconcerting. It was the first time he had seen it in her eyes.

She didn’t seem to mind his silence, as she pondered for a brief moment, before breaking the tension. “Hmm, I guess if it were a game, I could say this…”

Ann knelt down in front of Vil, one knee on the ground, hand on her chest above her heart. Bowing her head down, she said with a regal tone, "I vow by this sword I wield, that I will protect you with all my might, my Queen."

Vil immediately froze up, heart stammering inside his chest, when she had just said before... was she even being serious? Was she playing, and like this? But the tone of her voice was so clear, playful but oddly sincere, making blood rush to his cheeks, heart racing so much it ached.

"How can you say such things without even the slightest hint of embarrassment?" he reproached, controlling the emotion within. It was unbecoming of a queen to show this inner and violently increasing turmoil that this…prank had stirred.

Ann stood up, laughing softly with a flushed face he wanted to smack.

"It's not like I'm not embarrassed but..." The expression in her eyes changed faintly, a mix of softness and...despair. "You don't know if you can say those words tomorrow so it's best to say them when you can."

She was most likely fooling around, she could stop doing that with him, as his heart was still recovering from the shock.

"So, you're one of those people, living your fullest every day," he replied, trying to sound unamused and unaffected by her.

"...I guess." Her gaze was fixed in the horizon, not looking at the orange colored sky but somewhere else, somewhere distant and foreign. That faint odd feeling from before heightened, it was briefly in her eyes. Perhaps she was just homesick, and this was her way of dealing with it. It could be something else too.

But he wouldn't pry, and he had the feeling she wouldn't say it either. Even someone as open as her had things sealed deep inside.

No.

Because she was so open about everything, it was why she could hide something.

-

“Just so you know,” Ann began, as she casually stretched, suddenly tagging Vil on his walk because she knew no limits and he was feeling charitable that day. “Paladins are supposed to protect the King and Queen.”

“I am aware of it, thank you for the useless information,” he replied dryly. “Also, Paladins are supposed to be master equestrians. How is your progress in the Horse Riding club?”

She flinched at his words, a large grimace replacing her teasing expression seconds before. “It’s a work in progress…” she mumbled. Though he was already aware that her progress was nil, it was bold of her to speak such words.

“Do your best to improve then, potato.”

“I don’t only need the horse, alright!” she huffed quickly. “It’s important to know you’re protecting someone! After seeing Shishou and Kanchou, even the annoying Sebek, protect Tsunotaro earnestly, I realized… I guess those speeches you hear in shonen anime do make sense, you do get a stronger purpose if you’re protecting someone.”

"I don't need you to protect me."

"Who said I was going to protect you?"

He could feel the flare up his cheeks, his mind already thinking of thousands of rebuttals because how dare she. He was the Queen, it was natural to imagine her proposal.

Did he need her help?

Absolutely not, he was more than capable of defending himself. The bodies of many who tried to fight him and lost were proof of that.

Did he want her to...

He stopped that trail of thought.

And most importantly…

“Didn’t you make that silly vow before?” he snarled, feeling the heat in his cheeks.

“Ah, so you remembered!” She gave him a big, bright, cheeky and infuriating smile. “It was just a test, but I can tell you do want me to stick around.”

“You’re really…”

She still had that smile of hers as she waved him goodbye. Softer and odder this time, but a smile nonetheless and he wanted so much to wipe it from her face. When he reached his dorm, he avoided Rook’s piercing gaze as the hunter complimented his newest blush.

But once his racing heart had slowed down, there was still that odd feeling he couldn’t shake off.

-

"Don't you want to go back?"

This time, he had reached out to her, catching her off guard as she had finished her sword practice. She was startled, both at being reached out to and him asking her that question. She probably never expected him to do either, but there was something he had to figure out.

"Huh?"

"To your world. Crowley is looking for a way to send you back, isn't he?"

"Well, looking is a stretch, he conveniently forgets it every time except when he wants me to do something. Then he excuses himself by saying that it is so hard that he can't do anything."

"You're avoiding the question."

She covered her mouth, but he could see hints of a gleeful smile. "Could it be you don't want me to go back? Hehe, that's actually sweet of yo-ack! Why did you smack me!?"

"You always think so highly of yourself, potato. Wouldn't you want me to beg you to not go back? Of course you would."

'So you keep deflecting the question,' he thought to himself. And it was then when he noticed, the smile she had held had softly, almost imperceptibly transformed. It was painful to watch, a mirthless expression behind that mask.

“There was something bothering me for a while, about you specifically. I finally realized it now. Your smile doesn’t always reach your eyes. I can tell you aren’t lying to me, but your true feelings are another thing entirely.”

She froze immediately, all pretenses and forced expressions vanished, replaced with a fearful expression of being caught.

“…You must be mistaken, Vil-senpai,” she replied softly, her hand gripping her arm awkwardly, as she couldn’t hold eye contact anymore. The attempt of a smile was so stiff that he didn’t need to say anything, as she realized it was futile. “I’m….”

She couldn’t finish that sentence and their meeting didn’t last much longer. Her distraught silence was more than enough proof for him that he was right, but she didn’t say anything else. He had caught her off guard, so used to hiding something in plain sight that, she didn’t know how to react when she met someone who knew where exactly to find it out.

Even though Vil didn’t know what it was.

As her figure disappeared in the horizon, he thought of his own Overblot. The feelings he had carried for so long, as they weighed him down, no matter how hard he tried to go on. Choking him gently, until he found it hard to breathe, to think.

Ann wasn’t capable of magic, that was certain, but…

That didn’t mean she couldn’t break.

-

Ann enoys giving people nicknames as you can tell. Hers for Vil is actually S-paisen, on the logic that he looked like an DoS but then he wasn’t (as she dealt with him during their stay at Ramshackle) and THEN NVM he is a DoS during his speech about making people kneel. Paisen, because she is affectionate towards him. She also has uhhh some issues but she’s not really the kind to say them out loud. Yet,

Thank you for reading!

[lovemesomesurveys]

How's life? Blah.

Do you like bananas? Yeah. It’s been awhile since I’ve had one, though.

Do you like country music? Some, yeah.

What's the last thing you had to drink? Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink.

What is the last four digits of your phone number? Uh, no.

Has anyone ever given you butterflies? If so, aren’t they amazing? Man, I haven’t experienced that kind of butterfly feeling in so long. It’s been a few years.

Are you a girl? I am.

How's your neck? It’s fine at the moment.

Do you like your computer mouse? I have a laptop, so it has the built in trackpad. 

How's your love life? Completely non-existent. 

Can you play "My Life Will Go On" by Celine Dion on the piano? No.

How many times do you brush your teeth a day? Once at least.

Do you like the movie Superbad? Nah.

Do you like pancakes? Sure. Waffles are better, though. What's your number's area code? Not sharing that.

Do you like Paramore? Yeah.

Got a MySpace? It must still exist out there since I never deleted or deactivated it. Unless Myspace did from being inactive for so long. *shrug*

Do you judge people? I feel like everyone does that at least a bit <<<

Do you plan on getting married? No.

Ever been given a promise ring? Nope.

Relationship status? S i n g l e.

Sexual orientation? Straight.

Would you rather be told the truth and have it hurt or be lied to? I mean, you can spare me if it’s something like, “Wow, your new haircut looks like shit” or something haha.

Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? Haaa. No.

Do you have any step-parents? Nope.

Who do you text the most? My mom.

Is music a daily part of your life? No. It’s weird, like I don’t listen to music nearly as often as I used to. 

Would you change anything about your life? Yeah, a few things.

Describe the socks you're wearing. They’re Christmas socks. 

Do you still talk to the person who hurt you most in life? Why or why not? No.

How far have you ever been away from home? Just to Atlanta, Georgia (I’m from California).

Have you ever given your number to a complete stranger? At first I was like, uh, no, but technically you are when filling out paperwork or anything that may ask for your number. 

What color is your keyboard? Black keys and the letters/numbers/symbols are white. Your mouse? The trackpad (and entire laptop) is silver.

Desktop or laptop? I’ve made that clear by now.

Do you like sweet tea? I used to, but it’s not something I’d gravitate towards anymore. I haven’t had it in several years.

How much sugar do you put in your tea? Just a packet, usually. Two at most.

Do you wear a lot of makeup? I haven’t worn any makeup at all in like 3 years.

Have you ever called someone useless? I say that about myself all the time.

Are you a virgin? Yes.

Do you have a wood or glass dining room table? We don’t have a dining table or a dining room. It was converted into a bedroom. 

Who can you always vent to? Ya’ll, ha.

Are you one to beg people to comment your pictures on MySpace? Myspace is dead, but ew no I don’t beg people to comment on my pictures or anything else for that matter.

Do you like music? Yes.

Have you ever used someone? Definitely not proud to admit that I have before. :/

Has someone ever used you? Yes.

Do you hate it when people don't type correctly? If it’s really bad.

Do you hate anyone at all? No.

Do you love anyone? I love my family.

And your best friend's name is..? Well, to me she’s mom. (:

Do you know how to play beer pong? I know how it’s played, but I’ve never played myself.

Have you ever been in love? Or did you just think you were at the time? I believe so.

What's your name, anyways? Stephanie.

Are you doing anything besides this? I’m listening to an ASMR video.

Do you get annoyed how many surveys ask your favorite color? That one doesn’t bother me, but there’s a few other questions that do.

So.. what's your favorite color? Pastels, rose gold, mint green, coral, and yellow.

Do you like Mozart? Sure. I enjoy classical piano music.

Do you live by quotes that are an explanation of what you're going through? I do love relatable quotes that put into words what I can’t.

Do you hate when you're wrong? I’m wrong a lot and I can admit when I’m wrong.

Do you live in the country? No.

Do you tend to get attached easily? No.

Do you still watch American Idol? No, I stopped watched several years ago.

Do you have a cell phone? Yes.

Ever been broken? Oh, yes. Even physically I feel that way.

Are you still trying to figure out who you are? In some ways, yes.

Is Joe Jonas really hotter than Nick? I always thought so, ha. He was my favorite Jobro back in the day.

How's your back? Not good.

Do you get drunk? If so, are you an alcoholic, or just do it for the rush? Not anymore. I haven’t drank alcohol in 7 years now. I have no desire for it.

Do you make a lot of mistakes? I sure feel like I do.

Do you regret any of them mistakes? I have a lot of regrets. Tell me about the person you're crazy about? There isn’t anyone in my life romantically speaking.

Favorite flavor pudding? I don’t like pudding. It’s a texture thing.

Don't you hate mosquitos? I hate when they bite me and make me itch. Thankfully, it’s been quite awhile since I’ve had a mosquito bite. Or any bug bite, actually.

[3d-blocks]

She’s The Alien (Part 1)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Ha ha, what if I start work on yet another fic? Haaa, I'm just joking... Unless?

Thanks @mined-and-crafted for helping flesh out ideas

~~~~~~~~~~~

False rolled over in the bed, a splitting headache appearing when she tried to open her eyes. The blinds in the room were open, letting in the afternoon light and just enough heat to wake her up. 'Why's it so cold?'

She attempted to slither away from the bed and investigate, only to discover that it was much higher up than it should've been. An effective wake-up call, but a terrible sign.

She wasn't on the ship.

False righted herself, attempting to rush from the room. Nearly crashing into the door as she turned the corner. The door’s interruption made her hesitate, there was still enough light out that she'd easily be seen by the other hermits. She almost didn't care.

Against her better judgment, she peeked her head outside, no one in sight. Wary still, she moved back into the bedroom, her scales flattening and shifting to a more human hue, her eyes and nose mirroring a human's, her tail becoming legs.

False changed quickly in the fake, little room, it was barren in terms of decoration. None of the knick-knacks she loved so were there to hide the dresser’s top, no mess was there beneath the desk. The whole house was like this, cool, not quite rejecting someone but not welcoming them either.

She moved fast, hoping to find the mess she loved, beginning to walk around her town. Shivering as she tried to think of why she wasn't on her ship. "I couldn't have put myself in there, horrible place to sleep. Then who did? What happened yesterday? I was working on the general store and then- and then…"

False had climbed up her diner, trying to get a better look at the surrounding area, she instead found herself staring at the biggest mistake in her life.

"No!"

The glass casing and plastic cow were all that was left of her hubris. She climbed further, scaling the glass desperately to find some trace of her ship. She reached the top, nothing left. A scream crawled through her throat, but by the time it escaped her, it had turned to a sob.

She had never truly cared for the ship, only what was in it. Hundreds of mementos from the friends she had made over the years were in there, the memories they shared, gifts that had been given; but most importantly, the ship's life support system. It monitored and controlled the temperature, the air, everything that would help keep her alive on a foreign planet. But it was delicate, if someone dropped it, or broke something, cut a wire that shouldn't be cut, she wouldn't be able to fix it. Not without the materials, as if the other aliens would even hand them over.

She fell to her knees atop the casing, head buried in her arms as she tried not to cry; pieces of her illusion becoming undone. Her eyes reverted to their natural state, her ears became a little sharper, patches of her skin began to trade in their color.

False didn't move when she heard fireworks above her, she held still, hoping that whoever was flying about wouldn't see her. Evidently, that didn't work, as Impulse flew down to check on her.

"Hey, False! How's it goin'?" His smile fell, noticing her shaking. "... You okay?"

The muffled "it’s nothing" didn't deter him. He placed a hand on her shoulder as he sat down, "You wanna talk about it?" False shook her head. Silence was good too.

"I had a lot of things stored in that ship." Her head was turned from him; her voice low, defeated, "I don't think I'll get it back anytime soon, I don't even know who took it."

"... I get it, I do. You spent a lot of time on all of it, that sucks. But I'm sure we'll be able to get it back. We just need to figure out who grabbed it. Think of what we know about all this." He looked around, a small attempt at finding clues.

"It was a big alien ship, right? Maybe Doc and Scar took it?" Now the hippy was just spewing nonsense. Why would Doc and Scar…..? No. 'Did Cleo tell them? How would she even convince them- no. Cleo couldn’t have. Otherwise, I would be in some cell by now.'

Impulse continued, "They've been known to grab anything even a little strange. Rumor has it they have Tango in there." He said it jokingly, but his grip on the building's edge tightened, "I'm sure if you explain everything they'll give it back."

"You really think that'll work? This is Area 77 we're talking about. A military base."

"The security is pretty lax from what I heard, I'm sure they won't mind losing the secrets of the UFO," Impulse laughed.

False lifted her head and looked at him, "Thank you, Impulse, really."

"No probLEWHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!?!" And a startled Impulse fell off the building.

[disownedbytiime]

Kotetsu Brothers by Mizusawa Nana

I bought the Touken Ranbu light novel “Novel & Illustration Anthology -Sakura-” and wanted to translate some chapters to practice my Japanese and English, but I guess it’s okay if I share the translations. I’m sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language and I’m still learning Japanese (and English I guess.)

If you can, support the artists by buying the novel/anthologies. 

Kotetsu brothers Written by Mizusawa Nana Illustration by Furuya Moko

During the battle. They should’ve had the upper hand, but before they noticed, they were outnumbered. 

“Nagasone-niichan, Hachisuka-niichan, what should we do? Because like you can see, more and more enemies keep coming.”

Sitting crosslegged on the back of a horse was Urashima Kotetsu who, as opposed to the situation at hand, asked with a bright voice. 

Nagasone Kotetsu stroke his beard once and smiled at Urashima. 

“It’s not a problem. If we three can break the forefront of the enemy, we can force our way out."

“Ehehe! Sounds right! Do you think the same, Hachisuka-niichan?

Even though he was being called dotingly by Urashima, Hachisuka Kotetsu kept his stern expression.

Skillfully handling his horse, he positioned himself in front of Urashima Kotetsu and stood face to face with Nagasone Kotetsu’s horse. 

“…… We? Stop speaking so overconfidently in plural. You counterfeit.” 

The younger brother Urashima Kotetsu protested against his usual cold words. 

 “Hachisuka-niichan, that’s not a good thing to say! Counterfeit or not, it doesn’t matter!”

“Not good. It’s an important fact.”

“Ah, my bad. It’s not exactly my intention to pretend to be your older brother. Just, I thought it was a good way to put an end to this situation. What do you want to do? If more time passes, it’ll become disadvantageous.”

Nagasone Kotetsu turned with a cold look. 

Hachisuka Kotetsu brushed his long bangs out of his eyes, looking for signs of the enemies ahead.

“Of course, for Master I'll throw aside everything and cut down all the enemies. Let’s go!”

Hachisuka Kotetsu’s horse kicked his front legs in the air, neighing loudly and breaking into a run.

“Ah, wait, Hachisuka-niichan!”

“… Geez”

Urashima Kotetsu and Nagasone Kotetsu also spurred their horses on, starting the assault.

As he had declared, Hachisuka Kotetsu was cutting down enemy after enemy. 

Dashing forward while his golden armor sparkled with the sunlight, he looked like a god of war.

Nagasone Kotetsu, who had been unconsciously watching the uchigatana cutting down enemies, was captivated by his fluid movements. Shaking his head, flustered, he focused his attention back to the battle. As a counterfeit, the only thing left to do is to prove his own power. Regardless of authenticity, that is enough to achieve a good outcome. 

Because of that, he needs to defeat more enemies than anyone, faster than anyone.

While Nagasone Kotetsu was thinking about that, Hachisuka Kotetsu's horse squirmed to pass the uchigatana. 

After cutting down around 10 enemies, the sharpness of the blade degraded, not being able to achieve the results he wanted. 

“…… I give up…… the enemy’s blood dried up and it makes it difficult to keep cutting down…….”

For a moment, Nagasone Kotetsu withdrew from the front lines, pulled out his bamboo canteen, sprinkled water on his blade, and wiped it with his sleeve. The uchigatana stained in dark red returned to his previous radiant silver color.

“Alright, with this I can take 20 more enemies.”

Nagasone Kotetsu adjusted the position of his bade and pulled the reins to change the direction of his horse.

Then, he caught sight of an assassin sneaking up behind Urashima Kotetsu.

“Urashima! Look out!”

Rushing quickly, he slew the enemy with a lot of force. 

“Sorry! I was caught off guard!”

“Are you alright, Urashima? If so then, I’m glad……. Hmm?”

However in the next instant, a horse ran into him with a lot of force, ungracefully throwing him off his horse.

“…… Damn! What’s this!? Reinforcements!?”

But there was no sign of an incoming attack from the enemy. Instead, golden armor fell into him.

“Hachisuka Kotetsu!?”

Nagasone Kotetsu ran up to him and held him up in his arms. It seemed like he passed out from the impact when he fell off his horse. 

A long arrow pierced his shoulder. Instantly, red blood started to flow from the the wound.

"No way, you shielded me……?"

Considering Hachisuka Kotetsu’s trajectory, that's the only explanation.

"Idiot...... why this......"

Immediately, Nagasone Kotetsu lifted Hachisuka Kotetsu, and while thinking about this being his top priority, he urged his horse on.

"Haaa! Get out of my way! Nagasone Kotetsu, going in!”

When Hachisuka Kotetsu woke up from a long dream, the first thing he saw was the face of his dear younger brother, Urashima Kotetsu.

“Ah! You woke up! Hachisuka-niichan, do you know who I am?”

“…… Urashima…… What happened? Your eyes are red.”

“Of course they’re red! Hachisuka-niichan, you’ve been sleeping for two days, I was really worried!”

“Two days……? What happened with the battle?”

He turned around and realized he was in the repair room.

Hachisuka Kotetsu tried to get up quickly, but he was stopped by Urashima Kotetsu.

"Don't get up so suddenly! It was really bad because you were struck by two arrows. We won the battle, so it's okay. Master was also really worried, they came constantly to heal you.”

“Is that so? That's not amusing. That I, of all people, became unconscious in the battlefield, that’s……"

“It's not like that! By the way, Nagasone-niichan came here with me all the time. But, because he never slept, I forced him to return to his room. I will be in trouble in my two brothers collapse.”

“Nagasone did……?”

Hachisuka Kotetsu furrowed his brow, meanwhile another voice was heard. 

“Really, you made us worry. And yet, why are you making that face right after you wake up?”

“…… Midare Toushirou. Why are you here?”

"Why, you say? Can't you tell from my appearance? I was nursing you too. How do I look? This white coat, I borrowed it from Yacchan. Are you curious about what's under it?”

By ‘Yacchan’ he meant Yagen Toushirou. Midare Toushirou showed the collar of his –slightly too big– white coat and opened it.

"No, not in the slightest.”

“Ehh. I thought I could make you wreak havoc with me.”

“I’ll pass.”

“Ah, how boring. But, well, it doesn't matter. Hacchan, aren't you gonna thank Nagacchan? Because it was really hard for him.”

By ‘Nagacchan’ he meant Nagasone Kotetsu.

“……Hard? What do you mean?”

“Hehe. Do you want to know?”

“No. I’ll rather hear it from Urashima. Urashima, what does he mean by that?”

“Ehhh. Whaat? That’s so mean!”

Midare Toushirou pouted, making it clear he was sulking.

"You know, our victory was a great success thanks to Nagasone-niichan. Besides, Nagasone-niichan carried you, Hachisuka-niichan.”

“…… That man?”

“Yes. The arrow barely missed your organs, so he gave you first aid in the middle of the battlefield. But because the vibration of the horses are intense, it was dangerous if it made your wounds open again. Besides, from here to that battlefield there were a lot of steep mountain roads, right? So he said it would be better if he carried you himself.”

“......All that distance? Doesn’t it take half a day to get there in a horse?”

Urashima Kotetsu smiled cheerfully.

“Yes! Plus, he was super careful when he was carrying you. That’s why your wound didn’t open again. ...... Isn’t that great, Hachisuka-niichan!”

Hachisuka seemed like he wanted to –reluctantly– say something, but he kept his mouth tightly shut.

“Geez. What a troublesome brother~. For two whole days, he kept watching over you from the corner of the room, always grumbling when he was nursing you. Why can’t you be more honest like Uchan?”

“Can the bystanders shut up?”

"You can't even be kind to such a cute nurse warrior like me. Master said that's what it's called a 'tsundere.'"

“…… ‘Tsundere’? What is that?”

"Who knows. Isn't it a stubborn person? Well, I'll go tell master.”

Midare Toushirou left the room with noisy footsteps.

"You know, Midare-chan came here all the time because he was worried about you. By the way, I’m really happy that you protected Nagasone-niichan."

“I was protecting you, Urashima. Not that man.”

Urashima Kotetsu stared at his brother with a troubled expression, but his usual bright expression returned when Hachisuka murmured again.

"...... But, I'll be sure to repay my debt, to Nagasone......"

[fatehascalled]

Chaotic Conversation

“Ca-Cassandra!” The alchemists’ voice broke and Kate had to hide a laugh- as much as she disliked him, she wasn’t cruel. “What’re, uh, what’re you doing here?” He ran a hand through his hair, causing Kate to notice a slate colored streak. What the hell? Was that natural? With everything that had happened to her already, she wouldn’t be surprised if they had horses lead the army.

Oh god, please don’t have horses lead the army.

“Hm?” The woman- Cassandra- looked over at the alchemist. “Hey kid, I’m sort of busy right now because SOMEBODY—” She glared at Eugene- “BROKE MY HALBERD. A very, very important halberd. And instead of TELLING me, he ran away. Like a coward.”

"Cassandra-ha-haaa! I’m sure it was an accident. We should heard Eugenes’ side of the story! I’m sure he’ll straighten it out.” Rapunzel pushed her way in between the two, forcing Cassandra to let go of Eugene. “Right, Eugene?” She gave him a look that Kate couldn’t read, but she assumed it was one that told him to tell the truth. For all Kate knew, though, Rapunzel could be asking for beef briskets.

Well.

Maybe not.

She wasn’t sure if they even had beef briskets here. ‘They sure have amazing cheese, though.’ She reached out for some of the delicious pasturized milk -wait, is that how it works?- before the man cleared his throat.

“Well, what I was going to say is that it actually isn’t my fault.” He dusted himself off daintily. “I was only in there to check the armor straps. What?” He sounded offended at the look on the womans face. “I’m telling the truth! I actually enjoyed that part when I was in the royal guard, and I’m good at it. May as well do something with it.

“So there I was, checking the straps and making sure they were secure when ol’ Shorty comes in, carrying the thing.” Eugene stopped with a look on his face. “Cassandra, you may not like to hear this—”

“Just tell me!” She snapped.

Eugene glared at her, but the princess shook her head, causing him to sigh loudly. “As I was saying, Shorty came in with the halberd. But the tip was already broken off. So I ask him, ‘Hey, Shorty. You mind, you mind telling me whose halberd that is? Because it looks a lot like Cassandras, and she would not be happy-”

“Get to the point, Fitzherbert.” Cassandra snapped. “I don’t have all day.”

“I’m getting there!” Eugene shook his head.” People these days, always rushing-”

“Eugene!”

“Fine! Shorty came in, he was holding the halberd, and after speaking in what are practically rhymes he indirectly revealed that he broke it. So I take the halberd to try and repair it, because I am a wonderful human being.

“But!” He glared at Cassandra. “Somebody interrupted while I was working! And you started chasing me like a madwoman! You didn’t even stop to listen!”

The princess— Rapunzel, right? Right— frowned at Cassandra. “Cass, is this true?”

Cassandra glared. “How do we know he isn’t lying to cover his butt, huh?”

‘This is intense.’ Kate reached for the cheese platter, eyes stuck on the confrontation, but her hand touched— “Augh!” She tumbled off the bed to get away from what she had touched. Where the cheese platter had once been was now a tiny man with a huge beard, loudly smacking his lips.

“Shorty?!” The three adults cried.

“My cheese!” Kate cried.

“My butterknife!” Cried the alchemist.

“My cabbages!” The newly identified ‘Shorty’ yelled.

“What cabbages?!” Cassandra held her head in her hands.

Rapunzel snapped suddenly, a smile appearing. “Guys! Since Shorty is here, why don’t we ask him if he broke the halberd? Shorty?” Here she turned towards the man now upside down on his head from falling off the bed. Kate, who had fallen off on the other side, peeped over the side, not getting onto the bed, wary of the man suddenly invading her space again.

“Shorty, did you break Cass’ halberd?” The princess asked sweetly.

“Cantalope!” The man answered confidently. He dug around in his eardrum and flicked whatever was on his finger away, eliciting an “Eeew” from Kate. The alchemist sidestepped the wax, looking mildly disgusted. Shorty looked up and smiled dopily at the halberd. “Hey! It’sss my ear cleaner.” He made grabby hands towards it.

“Ear cleaner?!” The three adults once again cried in unison.

“But— It’s a halberd! You can’t use it as an ear cleaner!” The alchemist seemed to be short circuiting, which gave Kate the moral dilemma of liking the old guy for making the alchemist crazy, or hating him for eating the cheese and invading her space.

“This was given to my father by the king! And you used it to clean your stinking ears?!” Cassandra cried, causing Kate to cringe, holding her hands over her ears. “I ought to tear you—”

“Cassandra!” Rapunzel interrupted her, stepping between her and Shorty. “I’m sure that he didn’t mean it. And I’ll help you repair it!”

“You’re not the one who broke it, he is! And— Where did he go?!” Cassandra almost shoved the princess aside to look under the bed, over the side, and even under the bedspread, making Kate scramble to get off.

Now everyone was looking around, Eugene picking up chairs and looking under those, the alchemist inside the desk and under his own chair, Cassandra tearing apart the bed and Rapunzel unraveling her hair and investigating the chandelier, leaving Kate standing there, upturned cheese platter by her feet, staring in horrified confusion as the people looked in places too small to hold human beings.

‘What the hell is this place?’

[opalgelance]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT BATTLE OF HEART AND MIND WAS A LITERAL MIND FUCK

- WHITE DECOLORING GEMS

- THE DIAMOND FAMILY WAS REALLY FUCKED UP

- WHITE FUCKING BROKE STEVEN AND PINK LOST HER FUCKING MIND

- ROSE CAN NEVER COME BACK

- EVERY CRYSTAL GEM HAS A NEW OUTFIT I HAVE NO FAVORITE BECAUSE I LOVED THEM ALL

- EVERY CG + STEVEN FUSION WAS STUFFED IN HERE AS WELL AS MY TIED FOR FAVORITE WITH OPAL FUSION, OBSIDIAN

- FUCKING LAVA FUSION I LOVE HER SO MUCH THE CRACKS IN HER HAIR AND HER MAGMA SPIT THAT BECAME A FUCKING SWORD KILLED ME

- RAINBOW FEELS VERY FAMILIAR WHO VOICES THEM???

- SUNSHINE IS LEGIT A LOVE YOURSELF COMMERCIAL FROM THE 90S IN A CORPOREAL FORM

- FUCKING PINK STEVEN STILL SCARES THE EVER LOVING SHIT OUT OF ME HOLY FUCK

- WHITE HAS A WHOLE CHARACTER ARC IN 5 MINUTES

- SO DO BLUE AND YELLOW

- JASPER NEVER FUCKING TALKS BUT

- WE SEE A WHOLE FUCK TON OF GEM DESIGNS INCLUDING JASPER, BIGGS, CENTIPEEDLE, THE BEETLES, THE PUFFERFISH, AND A LOT MORE

- IM STILL NOT OVER THE PINK STEVEN THING IT WILL LEGITAMaTELY HAUNT ME FOREVER

- EDIT: I forgot to add how mindblowing the animation is in the Pink Steven scene?!?! I was just so stunned by the scene itself that I didn’t mention that the lines are SO clean and crisp, and the animation literally looks 3D, and that seems to be because the legendary James Baxter did it, and from what I saw from his work on the Adventure Time episode, he’s an absolute master in the art of animation, and I feel like I’ve been blessed seeing that animation with my own damn eyes

Ok, now that I’ve calmed down a bit, I have to say it felt really REALLY rushed but I still enjoyed it a lot! I do have a few gripes with it though:

- I wish we could have seen Sunstone, Rainbow 2.0, and Obsidian before this, or at the very least seen Sun and Rainbow before, with Obsidian being this big stressful event because as we’ve seen 4+ Gem fusions like Alexandrite can be very hard to keep stable, and they had one chance to fuse and keep it together

- Steven said one sentence to Pink Pearl, and White didn’t recognize CG Pearl, which is really weird. Pink didn’t even react to Steven, or realize that he had Pink’s Gem. We don’t learn what happened to Pink Pearl either. Steven seems to already have connected that White’s Pearl was once Pink’s, and when talking to White, it seems like he is understanding what his Pink dreams really meant, which is weird bc it seemed like he didn’t understand that they were memories before.

- I felt like with the exception of the Pink Steven scene, the Diamond fight at the very beginning and the confrontation between all 4 Diamonds, it didn’t really feel like the characters were reacting as much as they should have? Like, it takes a second for Pearl to figure out that she and Steven fused, and her reaction is kind of cut off, but Garnet doesn’t really react to fusing with Steven? I also feel like Obsidian should have been a bigger deal to everyone, but it felt like Garnet was like “ok, lets form obsidian then” like they’ve done it a thousand times?? Yeah, they’ve fused with Rose before, but Steven? And Alexandrite has always been a big deal, since she’s so unstable, while on multiple occasions in season 1 the Gems were pretty clear that fusion was for emergencies only. Obsidian is literally a White Diamond only level emergency, but while it was a big deal for the audience, the CGs (including Connie, Bismuth, Lapis, and Peridot)  weren’t as shocked by this as I would have thought? Peridot says “they’re huge!” or smth like that, but not much else. For me it was really frustrating when Blue and Yellow, and ESPECIALLY Amethyst, Garnet, and Pearl, were drained of their color, it felt like it SHOULD have been a Keeping It Together level of horror, but it wasn’t on the characters’ faces, which was disappointing. It took me out of the action on my first viewing because it looked like the CGs weren’t that bothered by it. WHITE IS LITERALLY MIND CONTROLLING THE DIAMONDS AND YOUR FAMILY STEVEN WHAT THE FUCK I have to say that the Pink Steven scene was legitimately disturbing, and I applaud the storyboarders for that, I just wish it could’ve continued throughout all of the horrifying scenes.

- Steven didn’t tell anyone about his Gem being ripped out, possibly because there wasn’t any time left in the episode, and that was really weird to me. Like, you got HALF OF YOUR SOUL RIPPED OUT STEVEN. Like, White and Connie HAD to have said something, right? Was it just not shown?

- That brings me to how ridiculously rushed the ending was, because here’s what happens in the last 5 or so minutes (seriously, I’m looking at the time the ending starts)

      - Steven gets home while Sadie’s having a concert on the beach

     - WITH THE FUCKING DIAMONDS

    - Lars also gets home with the Off Colors

    - Sadie and Lars say hi for an awkward amount of screentime

    - THE DIAMONDS HEAL THE CORRUPTED GEMS INCLUDING JASPER, CENTIPEEDLE AND A LOT OF THE GEMS WE’VE SEEN OVER THE SERIES AND THERES NO DIALOGUE BC STEVEN IS SINGING A SONG OVER THIS WHOLE PART

     - The Diamonds leave, seriously, after less than a minute of screentime on Earth

    - The CGs are on the beach, with NO recently cured corrupted Gems to be seen, and it’s kind of like the theme song, with Greg grilling hot dogs, and the CGs sit on the beach with Steven (just Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl now) and Steven sings a song. The End.

It just felt really rushed? So were the Diamonds’ “redemptions”, but this was insane. Every plot line in the whole series is supposed to be solved in 5 minutes? I mean, there’s a lot left unanswered, but it felt like they were trying to tie everything up with a nice bow, and it was rushed. Also, you know how everyone said that the Gem designs at the ball were lazy and that we only saw a few new Gem types because the crew didn’t have time to design new Gems? (I personally really liked the cog Gems bc I love gear designs but I know a lot of people didn’t like them and that’s valid) BULLSHIT LOOK AT ALL OF THE UNCORRUPTED GEM DESIGNS THEY LOOK AWESOME. But why could they not have done that before? They designed at least 10 new Gems for a minute or two long scene. Yeah, they were based on the already done corrupted Gem designs, but that’s fine! We could have easily seen Ocean and Biggs Jaspers at the ball, or even at the Zoo, in a flashback (like We’re Only Falling Apart, the war scene in Single Pale Rose, Your Mother and Mine), the ending of Legs From Here to Homeworld, but we didn’t, and I can’t understand why. Now it’s strange that we didn’t see any uncorrupted counterparts on Homeworld. What, is every single corrupted Gem part of a super rare Gem type? Yes, we’ve SEEN Jaspers before, and we HEARD about Nephrites, but even at the start of this episode we had some cool silhouettes of Gems, just like in The Answer, and they were never fleshed out into actual Gems. It’s just kind of strange that they had all of these templates but never used them. Plenty of fans have used the silhouettes and corrupted Gem designs to make Gemsonas, but the crew couldn’t? Just paste the color palette of Biggs or Ocean onto a Jasper base and you’re good! That’s essentially what happened this episode but I STILL LOVE THEM SO MUCH I will protect Ocean, the Beetle, the Centipeedles and the waterbear Gem with my life, BUT they could have appeared MUCH sooner as background Homeworld Gems

- EDIT: Since I’m always criticizing the animation and character models, I feel like I have to note how impressed I am with a majority of the animation in this episode. I felt like during the Blue vs. Yellow scene in particular though, Yellow’s expressions felt... odd. LET ME EXPLAIN FIRST PLEASE. See, for me, while I don’t like exaggerated facial expressions most of the time, I can get past them as long as it’s for comedy relief or to express raw emotion. The problem for me was that Yellow’s expressions were drawn as if she was supposed to be in a comedic scene instead of a heartwrenching, emotional outbreak uncharacteristic of Yellow, where you are supposed to feel with her, to feel her pain. But for me, it felt like she was pulling faces like she was trying to make a crying baby laugh, and I felt like Patti Lupone’s expressive, heart-wrenching voice acting didn’t match up with what I was seeing on the screen. 

  - As I said above, James Baxter’s Pink Steven animation slayed me, I’m still dying haaa

   - OBSIDIAN WAS THE BOMB/COM THO her hair is so amazingly detailed, it had to be hard to animate that.

  - Most of the lines were crisp. One of my main criticisms is how starting in season 3, while the animation and art quality went down, both were hindered further by the blurry lines, which I KNOW is because they resized the art. When I’m resizing an arm, or the head when it’s out of proportion, the resized lines become blurry whether you’re shrinking or expanding a section of a piece. But in this episode the lines were pretty crisp for probably 80% percent of the episode? And I’m counting all 44 minutes, and considering how bad it usually is, I’m very pleased.

tl;dr I LOVE THESE EPISODES TO HOMEWORLD AND BACK but there are a few issues I just can’t see past and some of these issues just threw me out of a great episode to ask myself why??? But also I’ve rekindled my love for Steven Universe and FOR ONCE I can see past some of the bad character models and animation because this episode was just so good!!! 

[jojiattack]

💙

“Spiderman kiss”

lmao, i told y’all i was gonna finish this yesterday but i just had to study for anatomy.

i can’t get enough of first-time promptio whether it be confessions or first kisses. i eat that shit up, yo.

Rated: G

Words: 1079

Pairing: Promptio

“Look what I got from the dealer’s room!” Prompto dug around the plastic bag he was carrying and pulled out a red and blue jacket. “Check it out!” He tried on the jacket and zipped it all the way to the hood, covering his face.

Gladio has seen that mask before, maybe. He’d seen Prompto reading a superhero comic with the same red and blue color scheme. Granted, it was difficult for him to focus on what Prompto was talking about when he found out how absolutely cute it was to hear him talk about his other secret passions besides photography.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Prompto continued as he zipped down the hood.

“You are such a nerd.” The irony didn’t escape Gladio as he peered at what the prince had in his hand. “This is a cool jacket.” Noctis slipped on the red and white jacket with a pointed tailcoat that resembled the main character in one of his favorite video games. “It’s got style for days.”

“Style? At least mine is functional when I climb. Yours would get stuck whenever you go through doors.”

“Ezio doesn’t need to go through doors, that’s the whole point of the game!”

“You can still accidentally step on it when you’re climbing on ledges though!”

Oh boy. As much as Gladio enjoyed witnessing a debate over a fictional character’s clothing choices as much as the next guy, he’d much rather prefer continue their day at the convention, even if he could barely understand the topics being discussed.

“Yeah, well, what kind of assassin wears white?”

“Hey, guys.” The two turned their attention to the shield. Somehow, he felt intimidated by the way they stared down at him. But he had to admit, the way Prompto puffed out his cheeks when he got angry was adorable. “Should we get going to catch these panels in time or—”

“Not until Prompto admits my jacket is cooler because it has style and functionality.”

“I won’t say it. Not now, not ever, because it’s not true.”

Gladio wished Iggy had been dragged along instead of him. He would know how to solve this argument. But he wasn’t and now Gladio had to come up with a solution. Think, idiot. Don’t reinforce the stereotype of a dumb meathead.

“Why don’t you test out the functionality of both your jackets?” Gladio blurted out. He received confused looks from the two and attempted to elaborate. “Style is objective. We can test which jacket really is functional by climbing that tree there.”

It was large, it looked sturdy. A perfect tree—residing in the park they were at near the convention center—for any adventurous person to climb on. Gladio reached into Prompto’s plastic bag to grab the stuffed chocobo he recently bought, pulled a bench to climb on, and placed the stuffed toy at the very edge of a branch.

“Whoever rescues Boco the Chocobo Chick safely gets bragging rights, got it?” The two nodded, still very confused at Gladio’s intrusion but competitive enough to ignore it. Gladio moved the bench out of the way and stood back. “Noct first.”

Noctis swiftly puts on his hood and rubbed his hand together to hype himself up while breathing heavily for dramatic purpose. The prince ran towards the tree and planted a foot on the trunk, using it as a leverage to push himself up and grabbing the branch with the dangered chocobo. He grinned with confidence as he swung his leg over the branch and seated himself safely.

“Ha!” Noctis laughed at Prompto. Slowly as he could go, Noctis scooted closer to the stuffed toy to grab it and chucked it to Gladio. “Functionality: check! Approved by the prince himself.”

“You didn’t rescue it safely, Noct, you threw a newborn chick like it was a football,” Gladio rebutted.

“Yeah, you just killed an innocent chocobo. Ezio would never do such a thing.”

“Fine, give it back.” Noctis rolled his eyes as he caught the stuffed animal Gladio threw back. There was a moment of silence as both Gladio and Prompto observed Noctis struggling to find the best approach to landing on the ground safely with Boco still alive.

He settled on scooting back on the branch. After a few inches, the tailcoat started to creep underneath him, preventing him from moving back any further without removing his jacket.

“Aw, dammit.”

“Haaa!”

“Your tailcoat ‘s too long, Noct!” He had to restrain himself from throwing the stuffed toy towards Gladio again. Instead, Noctis roughly placed the toy on the branch behind him and pointed directly at his best friend.

“How about you come over here and save this bird, then!”

“I will!” Prompto bounced on his feet and sprinted to the tree, planting his foot on the trunk and hoisted himself to swing both legs over the branch to sit firmly in place. Shimmying himself closer to the end, Prompto rescued his stuffed animal and let his upper body drop while still hanging on by his legs. “Tadaa!”

Prompto has clearly done this before. He would be the type of person to save someone’s cat or a child’s lost kite stuck in a tree. While he did have an advantage, it still doesn’t stop the blood rushing to Gladio’s cheek.

The blond swung himself back and forth, smiling largely, as he waited for Gladio to come up and grab his toy chocobo. Like a possessed man, Gladio went up to lay his hand on on the toy and planted his lips against soft pink ones. The awkward positioning of their heads didn’t bother Gladio in the slightest, it only made it more enjoyable. It was different, it was more special. It suited more to have his first kiss with Prompto like this to make it memorable.

They both pulled back, Prompto still wide-eyed and lost for words at what just happened.

“My hero.” Gladio removed the stuffed chocobo from his hand and picked up both their shopping bags as he went ahead back to the convention center.

Noctis snorted at the way Prompto kept staring at nothing with his arms hanging by his head, making no attempt whatsoever to get down.

“I didn’t know you and Gladio were dating.”

“We aren’t…” Prompto said in a stilted voice.

“Well, looks like you are now.” Noctis jumped down from the branch. “I give it a week until Gladio steals your hoodie.” Despite his warning, Prompto wouldn’t mind it if one day his jacket goes missing.

[prince-ratjaw]

Get to know me even more!

Tagged by @ancientarchipelago. Thanks! c:

Rules: answer the questions in a new post, and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better

A: Age - 19 going on 20 baybee

B: Birthplace – Washington DC

C: Current time – 11:32 pm. sleepy hours

D: Drink I last had – Tea bc my roommate made me some!

E: Easiest person to talk to - @burgundymoor why can’t i tag you you slut

F: Favorite song – hhhuuh it depends on my mood?? rn my favorite slow song is I Found by Amber Run. i just started playing Untouched by the Veronicas so i suppose that’s a favorite upbeat song. funny cause this song came full circle, i liked it when i was young and then got tired of it. but now its back and im jammin.

G: Grossest memory – why is this question on here. who would wanna recall their grossest memory.

H: Horror yes or horror no – horror eh! most of it’s kinda annoying.

I: In love – i fall in love with every attractive mildly edgy boy i see in media PLEASE send help genji shimada is my everything. i also have .... crushes... im.. gay. hhhhhhhhh moving on

J: Jealous of people – this is just a character trait of mine.

K: Kiss number 1 – first one was with my first girlfriend innn uh... the summer between middle school and highschool. it was as awkward as youd imagine. i sadly don’t recall my first kiss with the next person i dated. im sad about this bc they kinda taught me how to kiss. to this day i still kiss like they do. (which is neat bc i kissed them recently and it was still the same as them and ok look im gay alright and i bet our first kiss was super cute but i cant remember it >:c)

L: Love at first sight or should I walk by again-  i agree with @ancientarchipelago! people are cute but thats about all you can gather just by looking. now i definitely have clicked faster with people ive just met vs longterm people. sometimes personalities just know each other. but a love shouldnt be formed from that. bc youll discover things about them that clash with you later. i just generally go with “avoid rushing relationships until you know how they REALLY work with you. it may seem fine at first but youd rather know those little issues before youre in a commitment!”

M: Middle name - hhhhgg dont laugh... its Gower

N: Number of siblings – 1. my older brother WHOMST I LOVE ;;

O: One wish - penis, no boob. wait is that two? i change my answer to being able to fly.

P: Person I last called – god i never make calls. i went back in my phone history and the last recent ones were to order food lmao. before that was @theslavicnord i think.

Q: Question I am always asked – "did they hurt?” people START with this question. theyre talking about my gauges but they dont like. say hi. or mention my gauges. it always takes me a second of squinting to realize theyre asking if my gauges hurt. 

R: Reason to smile – boys... cute... boys............. PUPPIES.... cats... the thought that one day ill look how i want and love myself and be proud of my accomplishments.....

S: Song I last sang – LOL the fullmetal alchemist brotherhood opening REALLY badly (voice cracking and everything)

T: Time I woke up - 8am... but then i slept all day and woke up at 3pm. ha..haaa.... depression!

U: Underwear color – white! boring.

V: Vacation destination – recently ive been having an urge to see something amazing. something big and breathtaking. the pyramids? i want to travel and see a world wonder.

W: Worst habit – sleeping all day instead of going to class. not taking care of myself.

X: X-rays - ive only had one (excluding like teeth xrays which i get yearly for my wisdom teeth) and that was for my knees bc they were painful and they couldnt figure out why.

Y: Your favorite food – pastaaa <3 oh and sushi is good too! and tabouleh. and nachos. and quesadillas. etc.

Z: Zodiac sign – scorpio! i used to hate it but im starting to own it and appreciate it a bit more. it was always portrayed as “sex and mystery” which... meant nothing to me. but more specifics like my natal chart i really identify with! im still learning myself but as i meet new parts of me, its cool to see they were already written in the stars.(cliche alert!)

I tag @theslavicnord @burgundymoor BITCH LET ME TAG YOU @brandynisapunk @thisistrashking @gen-deer 

[imgoldielikehawn]

Once Mine Always Mine Part4

Hello foolish Mortals! Part four is here.. with a little something extra!!!  ;)

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I thought his business building was luxurious but I was clearly mistaken. The house resembled something out of celebrity cribs. Where there wasn’t gold there was purple and green it was actually overwhelming. I kept my thoughts to myself wanting two things at this point; one to survive the night and two, to get into the Jokers pants. He had disappeared up the stairs and I was unsure if I should follow so I decided to peak around downstairs. Everything was furnished with glitz and glamour. The henchman who id seen the most came in the door behind me.

 “Hey uh..” I paused realizing I didn’t know his name.

 “My names Frost, Johnny Frost, but everyone just calls me Frost.” he said reading my mind.

 “Alright Frost, is everything always so out there?” I frowned and he held out his hand for my coat.

 “Yeah, that’s how the boss likes it.” he was short with his sentences so I resigned to silence. I shrugged out of my coat and watched as he carried it to a gold looking rack.

 “If I were you I’d head upstairs after J, he don’t take to kind to waiting.” he frowned.

 “I got that” I turned from Frost and began my journey up the fancy winding staircase. 

when I hit the top floor I saw that it was covered in a sort of white carpet. Almost like a bear skinned rug that went on for miles. I kicked off my heels because I felt wrong for walking on it, looking  up to find the devil standing before me.

  “Come on Kitten, Daddy wants to show ya something!” he grinned with his silver grilled teeth. His hand was held out and I felt myself pause before I took it. In that moment I knew things would never be the same the second I took his pale tattooed hand…..

    PRESENT DAY

    I snapped out of my daydream and sat up on the floor and straightened my dress. A lot of things about me had changed since then. For starters I wasn’t just a behind the scenes crime boss anymore. Id been to Jail and Arkham several times and the time I spent in Arkham had seriously warped my mind. I bordered between sane and insane all the time and it showed. The second thing was that I had finally met the only man (if you can call him that) who vexed my mind. He was the whole reason I was laying in the middle of the floor at the moment. I could hardly move after last nights festivities. I walked to the bathroom to get a good look at myself in the mirror, not a single bruise I smiled to myself.

 “But you wish there were bruises!” the voices sneered like they always did when I tried to have a happy moment.

 “Stop it! Please just let me be fucking happy for once!” I grabbed the sides of my head and squeezed silencing them for now. I shook myself and started my morning routine of brushing my teeth and hair. I would shower later after my boyfriend came home. I worked hard to keep my former self locked up inside my mind she didn’t always appreciate it but I didn’t have a choice, I was trying and for the most part succeeding in leading a normal life. With the exception of the fact that I have an extensive criminal record and one other minor thing. I was halfway out of the bathroom when I heard a knock at the door. After making sure I looked presentable in my nightgown I opened it.

 “Good morning miss Audrey” the butler said in a warm and welcoming voice.

 “Good morning!” I reached forward and pulled him in a hug which always made him uncomfortable.

 “Miss Audrey, please” he said muffled by my shoulder.

 “Sorry, I just adore you that's all” I smiled.

 “You’re breakfast is waiting for you downstairs” he started and I took off for the main bedroom door. “Oh and miss?”

 I stopped just as I was closing the door “Yes?”

 “I adore you too” he smiled.

 I really enjoyed always having a friend around, it helped quiet my inner demons and between him and my boyfriend they made this life much easier….

    PAST

  “What do you want to show me Mistah J?” I asked wearily.

 “Oh you’ll just have to wait and see Doll!” He said as he whipped his head around.

 We came to a large set of double doors and of course they were gold. He dropped my hand and stood in front of me.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN step right up and see the main attraction! Through these doors lie your WILDEST dreams!” he held his arms out and tipped his invisible hat pushing the doors open and I walked in.

 I was standing in the biggest room I had ever seen and the only things in it at first glance were two dressers and a flat screen TV. I walked father in and there in its own corner of the room was an enormous four poster bed. The bed sheets and pillows gleamed with The Jokers signature colors. I was confused at first thinking The Joker was being overly dramatic and then the lights went out except for small ones above the bed.

 “Tell me Doll Face, Do ya like what ya see? Cause I do” He whispered in a voice that sent delicious shivers over my skin.

 “Its a bed Mistah J.” I said.

 “Beauty and Brains!” he shouted and walked around me to sit on the bed patting the empty space beside him. “Come sit!” he looked murderous. I took a breath remembering I still had my gun with me in case he lost his temper again. When I sat down the bed was soft and inviting. I was staring at the ceiling when he snatched my face again.

 “You’re insane but now I want to see just how far you’ll go Doll.” He leaned forward and kissed my cheek and then bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. I gasped in pain but my eyes remained open.

 “Did daddy hurt ya?” his icy blue eyes pierced my brown ones as I shook my head no.

 “Good because I’m just getting started! HA HA Ha HAAA” he leaned back as he laughed and then his beautiful red lips were on my bloodied ones.

     PRESENT

  I was finishing up breakfast when the butler came back down stairs. “He’s asking for you” he frowned and that meant that the two of them had gotten into another argument.

 I sighed, pushed back from the table and placed my bowl in the sink.

 “You did not have to do that!” he rushed over to the sink.

 “You are not cleaning up after me, I’m not him.” I smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek as I walked by heading back upstairs.

 They always fought. Each one swore up and down that they were right and would continue to do so until they were both blue in the face. I sighed again and opened the bedroom door to find the once empty bed now occupied with my handsome hunk of a boyfriend.

 “Hey Beautiful” he smiled he was covered in bruises again.

 “ I see you’ve been picking fights again at work.” I frowned settling next to him on the edge of the bed.

 “I don’t pick fights, they come to me. “ he smiled

 I leaned down to give him a kiss and before long his tongue was in my mouth and I was straddling him as he pulled my down over my head.

 “That was fast, I expected to get a speech about being careful!” he laughed

 “Oh don’t worry there’s a speech coming.” I smirked as he flipped us over and I was under him.

 “I’m sure it will come right after you do” he grinned.

 “You know me so well Mr. Wayne” I grinned against his lips……

[scurvgirl]

What Was and What Is

More Seeker of Rebellion AU!

Nimronyn, Sylmae, and this version of Daern’thal belong to @justanartsysideblog as well as a Melarue mention

Uthvir (mention) belongs to @feynites

Aili (mention) belongs to @lillotte17

And yes, I am trying to eat up time. Next part is going to be a biiiig time jump because I have been dying to write it since I started thinking of this AU. 

Time is strange as a baby. Every day feels new and exciting, but short because of how much she sleeps. Thankfully after the initial few days, Ash’s sleep is soothed almost completely, and she sleeps significantly more. Nightmares are reduced to lingering shadows in the edges of her consciousness, and her memories are suppressed so utterly that it is almost stifling.

It’s…disconcerting. She knows Nimronyn is not purposefully stifling her memories, merely trying to alleviate the nightmares. It is an unfortunate coincidence that they’re often one in the same. But with the fear of falling asleep removed, time moves in a rapid, albeit stilted, fashion.

Days pass where all she does is babble and try to learn how to move her mouth right, be held by a few people, nap, soil her clothes repeatedly, then sleep some more, only to eat and eat and eat. The liquid diet grows old quickly, and she is thankful when her teeth begin to come in at first.

But oh it hurts. Her entire mouth aches from sprouting the things and she wonders if it is all worth it to be able to eat solid food. She reminds herself of chocolate and that helps, but then her gums will ache and she will have nothing but a cold enchanted toy to rub against them.

Teething brings wailing. Learning how to walk brings frustrated determination. Talking is difficult and her tongue often feels like a useless weight. There is a boy in the clan, Daern’thal, who does not speak, and she wonders if he was simply frustrated at the useless of his tongue. But no, no sound at all comes from him. There are wry smiles and curious looks though.

His hands often hold hers to try and guide her to walk, even though he is not much older than she is. His cries are silent and when he falls she will often cry for him, startling the adults around them. They come for her and she calms immediately only to gesture at the upset Daern’thal. He watches her closely after he figures it out. Sometimes his hands seem to speak and after a while she learns some of the things he means.

Thank you.

Light, which is her nickname now she supposes.

He makes requests sometimes for food, which are mostly just pointing to his mouth or belly, and sometimes his throat if he’s specifically thirsty. She likes to toddle around with him, he’s sweet and likes to grab her things he thinks she’ll like. His emotions are interesting too, so much more communicative than the adults.

He’s adapted and she supposes she can too. Sometimes her sadness follows her around like a heavy worn blanket. Nimronyn and Sylmae often try to pull the blanket away but he doesn’t. He looks at the blanket then to her and sits next to her.

And so Daern’thal becomes Ash’s first friend.

Nimronyn and Sylmae continue to play at being her mothers. She doesn’t blame them, nor does she hold any ill will towards them for it. It is…difficult sometimes to know that they aren’t her parents. She holds onto her mama’s memory. She runs her hands over the split dragon tooth and sometimes she swears she can feel the memories draped over them. Mama and Melarue kissing, a visage that she shrank away from before, but now she wishes they could just…she could see them. Touch them. There is love and potent magic sown deep into the tooth and she wonders if that is what protected her for so long. A sick sort of blood magic using a naturally magical item such as a dragon’s tooth to ensure her survival over all else.

Those are the most difficult days. When the memories are so close to the surface and she has the wherewithal to reflect on why she lived and they didn’t.

But she is getting better at distracting herself. Travel days are the easiest to distract her and sometimes she only feels like she only now lives for travel days. It is where she sees Nimronyn act as keeper and usher her clan up into the clouds – sailing through the sky and thick pockets of scintillating magic. The sky a swirling mess of colors and textures that wrap around Ash’s face and tickle her soul.

She is light and happy in the clouds. Sylmae holds her close as the aravels fly, pointing out bubbles, clouds, and other oddities. Sometimes in the distance, she’ll see another clan traveling. Once, she sees a great dragon with scales that change colors just as readily as the sky around them. She holds her hand out to them in greeting.

“HAAA!” She bellows. Sylmae laughs and spins her around.

“Are you meant to fly, little one?”

Some part of Ash screams out in affirmation, and another reminds her that this would never be possible back home. But it is travel day and she works hard to focus on that and not the intrusive thoughts that seek to ruin her fun.

When they land, reality solidifies again and she is reminded of the odd passage of time and the distance she puts between herself and her world.

Her body grows amazingly quick, but all too slow at the same time. She wishes to be big again, eighteen and tall, her horns almost fully grown. Though they never got to be the beautiful rack she had wanted. One had been broken off, the other had been warped beyond repair. Nimronyn takes care of her horns now, wrapping them and slathering them in what this world’s equivalent of horn balm must be.

When she is four, she overhears a conversation between Sylmae and Nimronyn. Her dragon-mother sounds concerned about her horns and why they’re not shifting away, that other keepers report their children being able to shift their features by now. Sylmae tells her not to worry and Ash hangs her head in shame.

She’s a sham. Not a dragon or the daughter of one. Disappointing them like that feels strangely terrible and she wonders when such affection for them grew. It’s normal, she guesses, to love those who have taken you in.

When they find her she smiles at them and raises her arms. Sylmae swings her up into her arms, smiling and happy. Ash takes hold of her face and looks into her eyes very intently.

“Mamae,” she says. The room grows quiet and a cloud of aw and love bubbles from Sylmae. Ash had previously simply said “Suh-suh” for her, and “Nm” for Nimronyn. They had tried to get her to say Mamae and Memae respectively to no avail.

They…are good, and deserve something from her for all their love. They can never replace what she lost, but they can be new. Mama would want her to be happy and loved, and these two…they are doing everything they can. Nimronyn chases away the nightmares and Sylmae holds her up to touch the magic in the sky. She also lets her see her various weapon collection, which is greatly appreciated.

“Yeah?” Sylmae whispers. Ash nods then looks to Nimronyn, sticking her hand out.

“Memae,” she says, forcing her mouth and tongue to emphasize the differences. Neither of them are Mama, and no one ever will be Mama. But these are good people, and they love Ash, she knows that. It’s in how Sylmae holds her, and how Nimronyn coos at her, even in her draconic form.

And Ash supposes some concessions from her should be given. They refer to her as their daughter and they treat her as such. They don’t know. So she smiles and gives them the names they want, because by all rights they’ve earned them, even if makes Ash’s chest ache.

It’s not their fault. It’s not her fault. But it is what it is.

Nimronyn cups her hands over her mouth for a moment before rushing over to coo over Ash.

“Yes, little light, I’m your Memae.” She gently pets Ash’s horns while Sylmae snuggles her close. Ash leans against her mamae and tries to be alright for a moment. Her second and third mothers, not her first. And calling them this is not forgetting Mama, or disrespecting her memory. Mama would want this, if she knew what was happening, she’d want Ash to have parents who love her.

Sylmae and Nimronyn remain close to her for the rest of the night, cuddling her and reassuring her. Maybe they know on some level that this was hard for their little four-year-old.

Three. It’s weird to think that she’s only four years out from being the age when everything began. Two years out from when she started showing magic. That at least won’t be a problem here. Eight years out from when things really went to shit.

Fourteen years from when…when…. It’s only been five years, but at the same time it’s been five years. If years even work the same in this world as did in hers.

She counts it out for the rest of them. Six for Aili. Five for Nanae. And last, four for Uthvir. They held in the longest, mostly by luck. Nanae and Mama were…together, or in quick succession. The Dread Wolf wanted a decisive victory, and he would have had it, had it not been for Uthvir.

She killed a Templar for them once. Set him ablaze in a most unholy fire for daring to attack them. It was early on, before most of the deaths – but it had been Ash’s first. She remembers the light in his eyes dying along with him. He had held his blade high, running up to Uthvir who was busy fighting off demons, and she cast the spell without hesitation.

She remembers.

Each year the Dread Wolf took someone from her. Each year he brought new horrors to the world, slowly killing it until he struck the final blow. And then to see this world as the one he wanted to bring back, with all the free-floating magic, and the myriad of colors sewn into the world – she can see why he’d want it back. But she can’t for the life of her understand why sacrificing all those people was worth it. Just for a bit of more magic? So the elves could be what they were?

Vicious blood magic. Evil and twisted.

Her sleep does not come easily that night, and she suspects Nimronyn uses stronger magic to keep Ash’s dreams from being too much. When she wakes, she wonders not for the first time if that is how dwarves feel with sleep. Just…there, then not, then there again.

Tiredness clings to her still as she readies for the day. Her body feels ill-fit for her but she doesn’t have the energy to cry about it. Instead, she leans against a now dragon Nimronyn, letting her warmth and largeness comfort Ash.

Daern’thal wanders over eventually, and signs to her.

Do you want to play?

“’M too tired,” she says. Daern’thal blinks then joins her next to Nimronyn, leaning against her as well.

I dreamed that I was riding on the back of a giant butterfly.

He goes on and tells her about his dreams. They’re nice, much nicer than the nightmares that flare up for her whenever Nimronyn eases back to see if Ash can handle it. She can’t, at least not yet. She hopes that once she gets a grip on her magic, she will be able to control her dreams more completely. In her world, her magic manifested at six in bright blue sparks. Will it be the same here? Or will it surface earlier thanks to the ambient magic?

A year later and she has her answer. They’re sitting around a large fire constructed by Nimronyn when one of the warriors tells a funny story. Ash laughs freely and some soot from the fire finds its way inside of her nose. It burns for a moment and then she sneezes.

Blue fire is pushed out from her lungs and out her mouth. It joins the fire, briefly creating stripes of blue in the flames. The clan goes quiet for a moment before Nimronyn lets out a jubilant roar. She moves over so that her head is in front of Ash’s. She puffs out a small flame. With some concentration, reminding herself what it feels like to exhale fire, Ash takes a deep breath and lets out a flume of more azure fire.

Her magic swirls around her in a great rush, heating her from the inside out, manifesting itself in beautiful flames. She’s missed her magic, missed feeling the turbulent hot magic in her lungs and belly. Happy chirping noises emanate from Nimronyn and she presses her beak-like snout to Ash’s forehead. Ash reaches up, smoothing her hands over the smooth scales surrounding her nostrils.

The clan surrounds Ash, all exuding excitement and happiness. Sylmae picks Ash up, shifting her in her grasp to look at her face.

“My little fire-breathing baby,” she says with such affectionate it makes Ash sniffle. Magic was never so accepted back home. Mama loved her and protected her, but she never quite understood. It was no fault of her own, but to be here….

They all stared at her in silent horror. Her hands were warm and her body tingled, still happy to see Mama after a long day. But as she looked around, she grew wary and confused.

Other clan members flared up fire in their palms, excitedly showing her their magic as well. Ash sneezes again, the fire dances over Nimronyn’s scales and the clan cheers. Daern’thal walks over to her, his eyes wide and happy.

She was once called a Saarebas, a dangerous thing, because of her magic. Mama hated the word, said it was evil and cruel, a label that Ash should spur. She was a mage, but she wasn’t bad, and she wasn’t going to hurt anyone just because she was a mage.

Only a monster burns things!

She is not a monster here, and she suspects the very suggestion of it would be offensive to everyone around her – particularly the dragon woman who is now blowing little smoke rings at Ash. She giggles and despite her knowing better, reaches up and bats at them. The air is warm and jubilant.

Family-like.

She takes a deep breath and looks up to the sky, then exhales a plume of radiant fire. The cheers get louder and she is raised up by Sylmae into the air. There is joy and love and pride on her face, and that more than the fire warms heart. She reaches down to Sylmae and hugs onto her for most of the night.

**

It remains that time is a funky thing. She can’t quite understand it. It passes but some days she feels memories like they are fresh, pressing up inside her still growing skull. Her body grows quickly, so quickly that some days it even hurts. She has the vaguest memories of growing pains when she was little, so bad that once kept her bedridden for a few days. But in this magical world, the healers come to her and ease her pain.

Her magic blooms in ways she had never thought it could. When it used to be she could masterfully cast fire, she is showing aptitude in other areas. Her telekinesis is well-formed and almost as explosive as her fire abilities. Her magic is not a gentle kind, though it’s not inherently violent either. It is bombastic and loud, filling the area with a feeling that is distinctly hers.

There are stretches of time where her magic feels bigger than herself and she has to grow into it. She asks Daern’thal about it and he says it’s normal. His hands are quick and sharp as he tells her about he sometimes felt his magic was an oversized tunic, but he always caught up to it.

By seven, Ashokara is starting to show her height. Sylmae can still pick her up, but she’s rapidly approaching Nimronyn’s elven height so that she can only pick Ash when she’s a dragon. Which suits Ash just fine – she likes her dragon…parent. Mother.

It’s still complicated. But she thinks it’s getting easier to be alright with it.

She hasn’t told them of her name yet, but maybe soon. There are days when responding to Ras is difficult and it feels wrong. Maybe it’ll help to have them know.

Ashokara ends up waiting until she is ten to tell them her name. She sits them down and fidgets nervously in her chair. She is tall and her horns still haven’t shifted away, but they don’t pressure her to change them, even if others in the clan are worried about it.

“Um,” she starts off. She hasn’t hinted or talked about before. Not even to Daern’thal. The only glimpse Nimronyn might have gotten was when she was seeing Ash’s nightmares.

“I…love you, very much,” she continues carefully, “and I understand the weight of a name. The one you gave me is beautiful and meaningful and thank you.”

They nod, confused but loving all the same as they listen to her.

“There is…a lot that I need to tell you. A lot that is difficult for me to talk about, but I am going to start. Because you should know, and I want you to know. First, my name, the name I wore before you found me, Memae, it is Ashokara.” To say her name after all this time…. Tears slip out from the corners of her eyes and she bites her lip, mustering herself to keep talking.

“In my mother’s tongue, the mother before you found me, it means ‘Seeker of Rebellion.’ She chose it because she was fleeing something she didn’t want me to be a part of,” she continues, her voice shaking as more and more tears fall from her. Her vision is clouded with them, her shoulders shake, and she hunches forward in the old pain. Her heart aches with loss. Her emotions are wild and raw, filling the room with exhaustive sorrow.

Hands and arms land gently on her lap and legs. She hiccups and looks down to see Nimronyn looking up at her, tears on her own face. Sylmae stands next to Ash and gently pulls her to her body.

“What a beautiful name,” Nimronyn says softly, “it’s perfect.”

A great rush of relief and grief together rush out of Ash, but Sylmae holds her fast.

“Ashokara. Do you know your mother’s name?” She asks gently.

“K-Kassaren. Mama said it doesn’t mean anything, it was just a name. She…she liked that.” It’s too much, way too much too soon. She can’t –

She falls forward into Nimronyn, heavy and numb as the sobs wrack her body. Her anguish swirls chaotically around her, pulsating in great waves that overwhelm her and her adoptive mothers. But their arms come around her and they use her name and tell her it’s alright, this is a natural sadness.

They can’t replace her mama but they will do what they can to help her. It’s good, and after several hours of soothing and lots of crying, she calms down. Sylmae leaves briefly to fetch chocolate and milk to make a soothing drink for Ash.

Nimronyn gently pets her hair.

“Ashokara – it’s beautiful.”

Ash leans against her on a sofa covered in soft blankets, “M-my nickname was Ash.” She worries a bit if they think she’s making it up. She was just a baby supposedly when Nimronyn found her. But the emotion is genuine and overwhelming enough…

She won’t worry about it, at least not for now. They have promised to use her name and to have a discussion with the clan to make sure they understand. Her name is Ashokara, and Ash is a good nickname. Even if it has a different meaning in their elven.

She turns back to Nimronyn and forces her tongue to form the old words, not in Common, but in Qunlat, “Thank you.” Nimronyn’s eyebrows raise and Ash gives a small smile.

“I said ‘thank you’ in my mother’s native tongue. It’s not mine, but I remember it,” she whispers.

Confusion sweeps over Nimronyn’s face, “You remember all that?” Ash nods slowly.

“There is more to tell but I don’t think I can do that yet,” she murmurs. Nimronyn nods and hugs Ash to her more firmly.

“That’s alright, take your time. We’re here for you, little one, no matter what,” she whispers. Ash leans against her memae and lets herself relax.

The next day, Daern’thal signs something new at her. He is slow and deliberate, his fingers spelling out…her name. Ashokara. She smiles and nods.

“That’s my name, you can sign Ash if you’d like,” she says. He blinks for a moment then nods, signing out Ash in quick form.

In time, she’ll tell them everything, but her name is enough for now. More than enough.

[obsxbjoo]

mundorkday heyo

Preferred name:  tbh I’ll respond to any noise you make in my general direction but Inc is totally fine as well !! 
Preferred pronouns:  any ?? any,, 
 Timezone:  MST (UTC -7 or smth) ey -yodels at the top of the Rocky Mountains-

Preferred writing style:
  

hahah is it news that I don’t have a preference ?? tbh I’m super cool with any format, para, sms, dialogue or otherwise !! I actually find it a mote easier to respond to styles that are naturally shorter but thats jus bc I feel like it’s less pressure and I don’t have to fiddle with words for nine billion years pFSFSFSSS but I love em all the same !! just,, might respond faster to shorter ones just because its easier for me haaa 

Preferred writing genre:  

boy I’d love to try anything at least twice hahah //shot exploring different themes is always a treat in my experience ?? wherever the inspiration takes us ! I just believe that putting a muse into different situations can showcase different sides that wouldn’t have otherwise come to light !! does the usually distant or socially awkward muse have a chivalrous streak ? is the quiet one actually good with comforting people ? does the tough one have a way with children ? does the small one LOVE CHEESY GARLIC BREAD CHIPS ?? it’s always a discovery and I think it’s pretty great pFFFS,,, explorinn find the new things I’ll admit tho I’m all for them crack and dank memes


Genres you’re less interested/would rather not partake in:  

as a minor I’m neither interested in nor willing to write smut or excessively sexual content :’> anything else is really fair game !! 


Any other writing preferences?  

ah I guess ?? I usually prefer small text but really it doesn’t matter either way hahaha anything else is pretty Aesthetic but also time consuming so I’m like ?? wow ?? amazing but also ahahah I’m so lazy so um yeah I’m pretty minimal on formatting,, 

Favorite color: 

right but listen here every color is beautiful in its own right like yeah some are drab some are neon some are pale and others aren’t and that is honestly incredible *DEEP BREATH* tl;dr how do you expect me to choose 


Favorite/lucky number: 

uuuhhhhh,,, well idk the number 9 or 1 / 11 appears a lot in my life I guess hahahaha


A song/show/drama you’d recommend: 

a friend of mine would like me to promote Scorpion (cbs) and I’ve seen the first two episodes and it’s pretty great so far ?? either way I’ve peeked into quite a few different corners of music/show/drama tho but at the sam time I know like nonE AHAH,,, tho for real you can get me into pretty much anything ?? I always find something to appreciate pffs


Fill in the blank: “You’re always free to message me about ___!”

yelling ?? idk man for real I’m a huge chatterbox and I always want to talk to people haha !! really feel free to start a conversation with me about like,, most anything tbH,, if it’s a topic I’m not familiar with you should 100000% tell me about it ?? I’d love it :00 ( also we can always just hold a conversation in just screeching I’m down for that also ) 


If you could choose a species in Obscura that you’d like to be, what would it be? Why? 

geeeee all the species r pretty cool ?? tho bein a vampire or a werewolf is to u gh so like I honestly don’t think I could pull it off hAHAHA,,, tbh a beast blooded would be mighty cool !! I’d totally want to be a dragon :‘DDDD


What is your ultimate weakness; what makes you feel all soft and squishy inside? 

um,,, tbh ships ?? and not even just the romantic kind like give me familial ships,, friendships, hateships, platonic ships ???? I’ll just m elt inside hahahaha wow I’m super lame.,, just some kids just having to deal with each other’s existence in their lives is honestly the best,,, angst also makes me cry and hurt forever but I love it 8") 


Write the first thing to come to mind in caps:  

tHATS NOT WHAT THE FROG COLOR IS


Three random facts about you: HAHAHAH whoops I absolutely,,, s UC K at these pFF ok um,, um lessee other than the fact that I’m lame

a pair of magpies were going to build a nest in this smol conifer right up against a window in our house and like ?? yo you could see the beginnings of the twigs getting threaded through there and I was like :000 !!! hype ?? wow they chose this place to be home and I was so ready 2 take pictures of ugly baby dinos I mean cute baby magpies since it’s like I could sit on the arm chair that’s up against the window and I could have full vantage of the lil nest ??? as I was saying, hype !! bUT THEN MY MOM TOOK OUT A FRUIT KNIFE THE ONE WE CUT WATERMELONS WITH AND SAWED OFF THE WHOLE BRANCH AND THREW IT TWIGS AND ALL INTO THE TRASH AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHG -sobs softly- im just sorry for the poor magpie pair,,, I’m sorry we wasted all your hard work,,, ( mom’s explanation: this is my house so I’m not going to let them build a home on my home I was here first !! ) tho like I don’t think the magpies moved out tbh I saw the other day they were perched on our tree so ???? I’m just sad I missed out on the great pictures sob it was like a fairy tale ( I tried to talk my mom out of it by saying about how a pair of magpies were considered auspicious n all and I’m disappointed it didn’t work ?? I made a pretty good argument I feel ;v )

right so like last week we had a few slices of raisin bread from T&T ( our local Asian food supplier in the form of a supermarket eyyy ) and I was like,,, wow ??? dude how great would raisin bread french toast be like wOW !!? I’ve never made french toast before and tbh we’re like rice everyday ™ and honestly the inside of our fridge has never seen cheese or cream or pasta ( ok look I know uncooked pasta doesn’t go in the fridge but I was making a point ) and certain other western-type foods are rare guests ( a tragedy rly because I love that stuff ) bUT ANYWAY !! I was thinking about french toast and going,,, woah,,, woah woAH ??? we might actually have all the ingredients ?? we always have eggs, and… oh, half and half…? aw… we don’t have that— oH but you can make it with milk and butter ??? gasp i actually think we have like 1 stick of frozen butter from waaaay back and I’m sure it’s saved there omg this’ll work. we don’t have nutmeg but… I distinctly remember getting vanilla extract and my mom says we have cinnamon ?? I didn’t even know we had cinnamon !! wow this is going to work imma make it for breakfast tomorrow it will be great !! so cue tomorrow, I wake up earlier to get it ready ( lmao since usually I wake up like 5 mins before transit comes and toss stuff into my backpack and leave ) and,,, and it turns out we I overestimated what we had in our fridge aHAHA,,, what I thought was a stick of butter was actually yeast and there was ?? no sugar ?? I could not find sugar,,, we didn’t have milk either and I was v disappointed in myself bUT !! I still made it using soy milk and brown sugar ( it was super hard I was chiseling it with a spoon ) but luckily I did manage to dig out the vanilla extract + the cinnamon was def there, as were the eggs and salt was around. of course, had to use vegetable oil instead of butter to grease the pan as I’d planned but !! it totally turns out great and was a p good success considering a first attempt hahaha,,, topped it with bananas, crumbled walnut and maple syrup and it was great :^)))))) 

ummmmmmmmmmmm wow those turned out long hAHAHA,, uh no other interesting stories are coming to mind right away but like ?? I guess one time when I was a kid we were in Toronto I think and I,,, rushed some pigeons ( like when u try to make people flinch right ?? yeah ) some pigeons that were in a courtyard and like,,, ok so there was a lady eating subway and she was a respectable business lady or smth bUT SO THE FLOCK OF PIGEONS ALL TOOK OFF AND SHE ( understandably ) SPOOKED AND DROPPED HER SUBWAY AND WALKED QUICKLY AWAY AND WOW I FELT SO BAD AAHHAAHAAAaaa,,, either way the pigeons descended on the subway and it was never seen again,,, I still feel rlllyyy bad abt it I’m so sorry for like ruining that woman’s day sobbbbb

ohey and we come full circle aHahah,, one story about birds, another story about food, and then a story about birds and food aahhaahaHAHAA,,, pretty accurate reflection of my life tbh,,, I’m all about birds and food

oH,, oh,, ‘nother story came to mind which involves a rly majestic nosebleed but uh hmmm let’s save that one PSHH

[meyerlansky]

Yes, please! I would love a daemon explanation, explanations and Boardwalk babbles are the best.

…is this for all of them

i’m gonna do all of them

because this is who i am as a person

FAIR WARNING LONG POST AHEAD and it’s even longer under the cut. also general disclaimer that this is all personal thoughts and rationale and i tried to make my reasoning as easy to follow as possible, but in a lot of cases there’s a not-insubstantial amount of symbolism/superficiality/whatever, and some choices have less biological rationale than others. second disclaimer that i TRIED to keep my reasons for picking daemons within the same taxonomic group consistent [i.e. all the people with canid daemons are canids for the same or similar reasons, all the bird daemons are bird-daemons for similar reasons, etc] but it’s not always the case. also not every set i’ve made has been posted yet, and not every set i’m planning has been finished, so if anyone wants to know rationale behind later daemons feel free to ask again :D OKAY SO HERE WE GO:

nucky — white-tailed eagle

from the start nucky’s pretty solidly been some kind of predatory sea bird in my head, for what are probably fairly obvious reasons: a predator because, like most of the characters i’ve continued to give predator/carnivore daemons [and there are a LOT of carnivore daemons], he makes his living off the desires—and suffering—of other people, a bird because he thinks of himself as more above the dirty work of street-level gangstering, and a sea bird because of how intrinsically his goals are tied to Atlantic City as a whole. originally i had an osprey for nucky, for a few reasons. one element of my reasoning for the osprey was their flashy coloring, to parallel his predilection for loud clothes a la his salmon suit in the early seasons, and the fact that ospreys are not technically considered “sea eagles,” which i thought fit with his position as more of a politician than a gangster. changing his daemon to a white-tailed eagle was actually kind of a snap decision on sunday night before i posted the first photoset, and… honestly i based the change on the fact that ospreys prefer to take their prey live, whereas the true sea eagles [including bald eagles, as a note] are far more open to scavenging after other predators have done the heavy lifting for them. so that kind of covers the “not a real gangster” angle as well as the more biological metaphor with the osprey. the flashiness analogue was lost a little bit, since ospreys are definitely a bit more exciting to look at, but nucky’s look sobers up after s1 and definitely after s2, so i figure it’s a worthwhile loss. white-tailed eagles also get a bonus in that they’re native to ireland and have been successfully reintroduced there, whereas ospreys apparently died out in ireland in the 19thc. there’s a few instances where i tried to match animal ranges to ethnicities, but i gave up on that when it became too limiting, but i still like to note it where it matches up :P

the other seven i’ve posted so far are under the cut!

eli — black bear

the fact that black bears are the most common and smallest of the north american bears drawing a parallel to eli’s inferiority complex is a minor reason, but really i picked a black bear literally so i could make the mama-bear joke, considering daemons are the “opposite” gender of their person. that’s literally it. he’s big, burly, and scary when you go after his kids, but pretty non-confrontational otherwise.

margaret — sand cat

OKAY SO margaret is another one who went through some changes, although hers aren’t as recent as “the sunday before i started posting the sets.” initially i had her as some kind of deer, specifically a fallow deer, back when i was sticking to the range-ethnicity parallel. deer also get scarily protective of their offspring, and they’re quiet but can be dangerous when backed into a corner, so it felt like… an okay fit, if not a perfect one. and then i thought about it some more, and let’s be real: margaret is as much a carnivore as the bulk of the cast, though not necessarily an APEX PREDATOR the same way a lot of the gangster daemons shook out to be. i toyed with giving her some kind of mustelid, but at the moment meyer’s the only one with one of those and she’s not QUITE coldly-ruthless enough to be in the same class as martens :P she got something that looks cute and pettable on the outside, but is actually extremely well-adapted to fill a carnivorous niche in harsh environments, which is a deliberate metaphor for her ability to survive no matter what she’s facing, while using other people’s perceptions to slide under the radar if need be. despite their cute appearance, sand cats also pack a bite force quotient of 136, which means that, relative to their body size, they deliver more force per bite than MANY other predators, including wolves, hyenas, and tigers. fitting, considering margaret is one of the only characters who can definitively be said to come out on top by the end of season five. a final tidbit for mags: she’s one of the few characters whose daemon i thought up a name for. his name is properly “gallchobhair” but once they get to the states it pretty quickly gets americanized to “gallagher” and they give up trying to correct people after a few months.

owen — yellow mongoose

owen gave me SO MUCH TROUBLE, you would not BELIEVE. for the same reasons i eventually settled on a sand cat for margeret, owen got a mongoose: cute to look at, but can fuck up anything that needs fucking up if they get in their way. initially i gave owen a river otter, because of their density in ireland, the aforementioned mustelid reputation of fucking shit up, and the connection between an aquatic mammal and his position as nucky’s bodyguard and bootlegging shipment protector. an otter for owen [haaa] never sat 100% perfectly with me, though, in no small part because the aquaticness of his job is really tangential to what he does and who he is as a character. also otters are mustelids, but they… aren’t exactly intimidating. mongooses, on the other hand, have the deserved reputation as cobra-killers, which is a bit more appropriate for a dude who sliced through a man’s fingers to choke him to death. that said, yellow mongooses don’t live off snakes and are pretty social creatures, which i thought was a decent parallel to owen wanting out of the gangster lifestyle and wanting to settle down with margaret, all interpretation as to whether he would’ve stuck with that aside. this is one of the choices i’m not completely confident with, so hopefully it doesn’t seem too horribly out-there to people with more of an investment in owen than i’ve got.

jimmy — ethiopian wolf

a lot of the gangster types have wild canids. it’s kind of unavoidable as a parallel, because gangsters tend to stick together in a way that cats don’t, but the apex predator position can’t go unacknowleged. i went with an ethiopian wolf for jimmy in particular because it’s not an especially well-known species, so i couldn’t get super slammed for being unoriginal by picking a grey wolf or something. they’re further down the evolutionary chain than jackals [who will make an appearance IN LATER PHOTOSETS] but not so far down as to be right next to or within the sphere of domesticated dogs; for the canids i interpreted relative-distance-from-domestication as commentary on how independent the character[s] in question operated throughout the show. jimmy is fairly reliant on his social connections, not willing to make moves on nucky until he has support from the other younger gangsters, but not totally unable to strike out on his own–even if he’s not running with a full-fledged “pack” of other younger gangsters, he’s always got at least one compatriot at his side in pretty much any endeavor. ethiopian wolves are also less physically intimidating than other larger wolf species, which fits jimmy’s tendency to think things through rather than rushing in and relying on brute force to win. and… alright, this is a reason decided upon in bad taste because i’m a bad person, and i debated whether i should cop to it or not, but i highly doubt anyone’s gonna even bother reading this, so: ethiopian wolves also have some of the highest rates of incidental inbreeding due to their tendency to not disperse offspring very far. there you go, i'm officially The Worst.

gillian — trumpeter swan

gillian as a swan is also probably a fairly obvious choice, between the water motif, the graceful beauty swans are known for, and the way they’ll peck your eyes out if you get too close to their roost—especially if they’ve got babies. again, the sees-self-as-above-dirty-work played into the choice of a bird daemon, and i’m also not opposed to the idea that gillian would be a witch the way many bird-daemon-havers are in the HDM canon. nucky probably isn’t a witch, but gillian totally could be. anyway, i went with a trumpeter swan specifically because they’re the biggest of the north american swans, and gillian runs with some pretty big players, so i thought it fit. they also are somewhat pleasant to listen to compared to other swans, their calls do sound a bit like trumpets as the name implies, which fits with gillian’s preference to talk her way out of situations by telling other people things they don’t mind hearing. they were also on the brink of extinction in the early 20th century, which would add to the air of exceptionality and desirability gillian cultivates for herself. i know rose definitely helped out with this one so a lot of the credit goes to her on what gillian got.

angela— desert cottontail

i’ll accept flak for giving angela one of the only purely-herbivorous daemons among the whole cast, but really nothing else i tried out for her fit as well. rabbits are small, quiet, and as one of the few characters who’s essentially a noncombatant through the show, she got a noncombative species. since angela is hardly antisocial the more solitary rabbit species didn’t quite fit, but for me one of her defining characteristics is her disinterest in traditional domesticity, so the european rabbit with its extensive social burrows was out too. desert cottontails strike a happy medium, as they’re more comfortable with shared or overlapping territories than many hares and larger rabbits, but don’t nest communally. rabbits also give birth to young that can’t fend for itself immediately after birth, which felt fitting since angela rejects domesticity but wholly embraces motherhood. also credit to rose on this one because i’m pretty sure we talked about hedgehogs for angela which put me on the path of small herbivores; i think i was still in “daemons should either be new world animals or range match character ethnicity” mode and went for rabbit instead because of that BUT CREDIT WHERE IT’S DUE ANYWAY FOR TRAIN OF THOUGHT

richard — rhodesian ridgeback

probably there’s disagreement out there on this one, especially given where i stand on what a domesticated animal as your daemon means about your strength of will, but from what i remember of HDM canon, soldiers tend to have loyal fall-in-line types of animals like canines, so career-soldier richard got a domestic dog. as for the breed, rhodesian ridgebacks are visually-intimidating dogs with a protective streak but generally calm in adulthood. they tend to be good with kids, especially when the dogs themselves are older and their energy level isn’t puppyish anymore. not super invested in this one, you might be able to tell :P

[menacehaha13-blog]

Warriors of Chaos: The End Begins Who would've known that the end of the world would just be the beginning of a new lifestyle. Dominic Reaper sure didn't. He also doesn't know why he can't have a single minute of peace or relaxation. Only one month after he escapes that state prison and starts to live a life he wants, a top of the line, best of the best military task force has to burst in and kidnap him. Dominic's life has been pretty crazy, well, crazier than normal, here recently. Lots has changed. The world went through a zombie apocalypse. And, the world isn't handling it very well, no. Society has hit a serious downfall. Plus, the downfall received help from Hades and his band of misfit monsters that now roam the earth. But, now Dominic fully believes in Zeus, Hades, Olympus, Underworld, and all the trimmings that come along with them. Before being kidnapped, and besides losing his brother, Dominic has never been happier. Him and his friends can now live anywhere they want, and they can do whatever they want. Now, they can legally have fun taking part in their favorite activities, killing things, blowing shit up, and destroying shit. And, since it's mindless cannibals and mythological monsters they're all killing they don't feel bad about it. Now, back to being kidnapped, Dominic slowly regains consciousness. Dominic doesn't open his eyes though, he's smarter than that. Dominic feels that he is laying on a flat, metal surface. He feels that his wrists, stomach, and ankles are strapped down. The metal surface he is laying on, strapped down to, is moving. Dominic slowly opens one of his eyes and sees a male whitecoat helping three nurses push him down a hallway. Oh great, Dominic realizes that the flat metal surface he's strapped down to is a stretcher. That's always a good sign (sarcasm). The windows to the right are boarded up. Dominic glances to his left where the whitecoat is. He sees that they're passing metal doors with numbers on them. This place is too low security to be a prison. Uh-oh. Dominic frowns as he starts to weigh out the options of where he could be. He's pretty sure he knows, but he prays he's wrong. Please, Zeus please, don't let this be a loony bin. Please, unless your starting your shift, being at a loony bin is never a good sign. Never! Especially under the current circumstances, during the apocalypse, and after just being kidnapped. The whitecoat looks down at Dominic, notices his eyes are open, "Are you okay, Mr. Reaper?" What kind of a stupid ass question is that, Dominic thinks to himself. All he can do is look up at the guy with a disturbed and slightly mad expression on his face. Dominic isn't slightly mad though. He's at a point between completely fucking pissed and completely fucking enraged. "Who the fuck are you?" Dominic tugs at the straps s little. The male doctor in the whitecoat ignores the question and starts to explain, "I'm Dr. Sloan Renegade, and I'm here to help." Him and the three nurses continue rushing Dominic down the hallway. "Let me the fuck go then!" Dominic shouts and struggles against his restraints as much as he can. Nurse #1 pulls a syringe with a small bottle of sodium pentothal. She loads the right dosage into the needle, then quickly injects it into Dominic's arm. "You bitch!" Dominic shouts, staring his enraged brown eyes directly at Nurse #1. He makes sure that the nurse knows that it's her he is calling a bitch. Dominic continues to struggle as the drug pulls him under, until he blacks out. When he comes to he is groggy from the drugs side effects. All he knows is that he was strapped to a stretcher, and now he's strapped to a wooden chair. Dominic will admit, he likes whatever injected into his arm. Dr. Sloan Renegade pushes a metal table over to Dominic. "Who's that? Who's there?" Dominic slurs his words, the effects of the drugs in his system are keeping him from being able to open his eyes. The doctor opens up a wooden box that's on the metal table, "Please stay calm, Mr. Reaper," He pulls the Menace Jacket out of the box, "It'll be over soon." The whitecoat sounds assuring. "I don't wan- jusss- oh sshhlit-" Dominic tries to speak past the effects of the sodium pentothal. Dr. Renegade walks the Menace Jacket over to Dominic, who is hanging his head forward, nodding off. Two of the nurses cut off Dominic's shirt, he doesn't even notice. Sloan carefully puts the hood on Dominic's head then wipes the sweat from his forehead. After a couple seconds, the cloth of the Jacket starts to accept Dominic as the new Menace. It does that by forming itself over his torso. Once the Jacket is finished, Dominic feels like he just took a big shot of meth. "Whoooaaaa!" He is fully awake, "I'm not tired anymore," He chuckles, looks at the three nurses, then back at the whitecoat, "What did you give me? What is this? What am I- Oh shit!" Dominic's questions get cut off by his body tensing up so bad that he's frozen stiff. "Ahh!" He cracks his neck as his face starts to be painfully covered by complete darkness. His face, eyes, nose, and teeth get covered by a shadow-like pitch blackness. "Ahaha," Dominic gets a chuckle in with his painful screams. Even though he is in extreme pain, Dominic gets off, mentally, by seeing what type of, and how much pain he can go through. And this pain he's going through is topping the charts, and he's got a feeling that this isn't the worst of it. Dominic's pretty average for his height, 5' 10". It's how stout and broad-chested he is that is over average. He's already ripped with muscle from having a life where he grew up in The Valleys. But, while his face gets blackened out, Dominic's body starts to grow in height and muscle. "Hahahaha," He keeps chuckling in pain. Dr. Renegade and the nurses stare in shock, amazement, and in fear of Dominic. They all thought Dominic wasn't going to make it because of his average size. Maybe size doesn't matter with the Menace Jacket. It's most likely a mental thing, it all depends on how sick in the head you are, and Dominic is known to be pretty sick in the head. As his average-sized build grows, his skin tightens, his veins bulge out around his body's main muscle groups. Then the color of his veins change to blood red. "Haaaa," Dominic's teeth start to easily fall out of his mouth. He spits out the ones that he catches with his tongue, tastes the copper flavor of his own blood. The rest of his teeth just fall out, leaves a trail of blood/saliva coming from his mouth. This transformation is just blowing Dominic away. Mostly because he's still alive. Dominic knows that if he survives this it'll be worth it. He's already seen what a man looks like after transformed into Menace. After all his teeth are gone, sharp pointed teeth grow in their place in a matter of seconds. Dominic exhales deeply once his new 'shark' teeth are fully grown in. All he can think is 'What. Is. Next?' Then, it happens, his question gets an answer. His eyes burst into a raging inferno. It's like Dominic's eye are balls of gas that just came into contact with a lit match. "Haaaa haaa ha ha," Dominic feels like he's being tortured by his own body. It's like his split personality knows Dominic gets off on seeing how much pain he can take, and this split personality of his is testing his limit. But, before Dominic thinks about saying uncle, the pain starts to fade. His eyes stay ablaze and his body stays transformed. Which makes Dominic feel even better, even more badass. He likes the way this Menace character looks, how Dominic looks now, who Dominic is now. And, Dominic doesn't feel a single bit bad about being Menace. He will embrace it, make Menace as much a part of him as he can. No matter what this post-apocolyptic world puts in front of him. As the pain from the transformation completely fades, Dominic continues to take deep breaths. He shows off his new smile. The nurses still stare in somewhat fear, but Dr. Renegade smiles at the success. The hooded, eyes of fire success sitting in front of him. Dominic let's all of his super senses kick in. He's able to hear conversations other people are having two stories above him. His eyes are able to pick up heat signatures and materials that can make fire. Like the Bic lighters in Nurse #1's and #3's pockets. Hmmm, Dominic wouldn't have guessed that any of them as smokers. He's able to pick up on odd objects in the room that can be used as weapons. And, Dominic sees that his 'quick grab' duffel bag is stashed under the metal table. The best part is that Dominic can control his new super senses like he's had them his while life. Dominic looks at Dr. Renegade with his normal eyesight and his permanent Menace smile. His once average height is now 6' 7" and hrs twice as stout. Dominic now has nearly three times as much rock solid muscle as he used to. And this feeling of power, oh man. To hell with the best speed, crack, or meth in the world, throw that shit in the trash. The world's biggest junkies wouldn't even want to touch any of that if they could smoke, snort, or shoot up something that would make them feel the way Dominic does. Of course, Dominic quit shooting and snorting since he got out of the state prison. He needed to get his life on track to escape that place. No more doing hardcore drugs, life is too dangerous as it is already. All Dominic does now is smoke weed, of course, and there's his occasional shrooms, acid, opium, or LSD flashback. Dominic's gaze turns to the three nurses, "Any of you girls have a cig on ya?" The nurses give each other questioned expressions, unsure what to do. "Don't ask yourself if it's bad for the monster's health," Dominic jokes around, like he always does with strangers, "And don't tell me you're too ladylike to smoke. Two of you have lighter in your pants' pockets and you must use them for something," Dominic continues to stare at the three nurses. He doesn't really give off a facial expression since his face is completely blacked out, besides his flaming eyes and razor sharp pearly whites. Because of of the attitude passed down from Chaos to Menace, it always seems like he's smiling in some sort of way. Nurse #3 gives in and pulls out a pack of Newport menthols. She takes a few careful steps toward Dominic, holds out the menthol cancer stick for him. "Sweet," He smiles, "A real cigarette. You mind putting it in my mouth and torching it? I'm kinda tied down at the moment," He chuckles. Nurse #3 tries not to seem so shaky as sets the cigs filter between Dominic's lips, then pulls out her lighter. "Don't be afraid of me darling," Dominic flirts a little, carefully holding the cig with his teeth . For looking like the such a horrific monster, Nurse #3 is stunned with surprise by his sweet sounding voice, gentleman type of sweet. "I could never hurt a gorgeous woman like you," Dominic smiles like the charmer he is. Actually makes the nurse blush. She tries to hide it along with her smile as she lights the Newport. Dominic keeps his blazing stare on her as he breathes in the cigarette smoke, "Oh, please let that smile of yours be seen," Dominic takes a deep drag, "You shouldn't hide one of your most beautiful features," Even without speaking, he's able to keep his sweet, gentleman's charm switched on. Makes Nurse #3's beautiful feature come back, and she doesn't hide it this time. She smiles and blushes hard, glances at the other two nurses. Nurses #1 and #2 are surprised to see that #3 is being wooed by this random guy (monster). All three Nurses will admit that Dominic was super cute before the transformation. But now, with that sinister grin and his terrifying fire blazing eyes. His huge arms, tight muscles, toned abs, broad/solid chest, forearms, biceps, and those BIG shoulders. Oh dammit, now the other two nurses are gawking at Dominic's new body. And Dominic is able to notice, even without his super senses. He lets out a few chuckles, along with the cigarette smoke that rolls out of his mouth as he looks back at the whitecoat. "Well," Dominic exhales a big sigh and the straps holding him down rip apart like tissue paper, "Whew, that feels better. " He leans back in the chair, takes a deep drag from his cig then holds it between his right hand's middle and pointer fingers. Twenty of the world's best soldiers, best remaining soldiers that is, come out of the room's shadows with high-powered assault rifle's aimed and ready to fire. Ready to fire straight into Dominic's head. They don't scare or startle D though, don't even make him flinch. He just takes another drag from his Newport and blows a smoke ring around one of the assault rifle barrels that's in his face. "Stand down! Stand down!" Dr. Renegade pushes through the soldiers, makes his way to Dominic, "He wasn't going to harm anyone," The good doctor looks around at all the soldiers, assurance in his gaze and voice, "He was just getting comfortable. Right?" He directs his gaze and question toward Dominic. Dominic smiles at Sloan then around at all the soldiers, and the guns in their hands. He makes sure to take his time answering, because he can, "Yeah, of course," D takes a drag from his cigarette, "I couldn't breathe." Dominic keeps his 'Fuck you' smirk on his face. "There, satisfied? Now lower the weapons," Dr. Renegade orders the soldiers. They all slowly lower their weapons and go back into the shadows of the room. Sloan watches the soldiers until they're out of sight. He lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head in annoyance, "Sorry about that," Dr. Renegade looks back at Dominic, "Ever since zombies came to town, they've all been jumpy, they're always on edge, plus that's all mixed with itchy trigger fingers." Dr. Sloan keeps his serious facial expression on Dominic, seriously annoyed expression. "It's ok yo," Dominic drops the butt of the cigarette on the concrete floor and stomps it out, "It's not the first time I've had a gun, or several guns, pointed at my head." He chuckles. "Well, now that we got the security out of the way, how about I tell you what I was told to," Sloan shows that he's a no bullshit, straight to the point type of guy. Dominic thinks that's a good trait to have. After reading the file that President Jaxon made on Dominic Reaper, Sloan has learned that D is the type of guy who doesn't care for bullshit talk. And it's Dr. Renegade's mission from the president to make friends with Dominic, in case he goes against the plan. Dominic motions for the good doctor to continue. "Once again, I'm Dr. Sloan Renegade," He paces while talking, "I'm one of the president's head scientists, house doctor, physicist," Dominic feels like this guy gets sidetracked by his own success at times, "I know more about the human body and the body's of multiple monsters more than any other of the president's staff members like me." Sloan's voice takes a pause, but his legs and feet keep pacing. "Jaxon?" Dominic quickly gets the word out before the good doctor starts up his life story and accomplishments again. "Yes, he's the one that brought you here." Dr. Renegade explains. "Before you tell me why he did that, where exactly has he brought me?" Dominic waits to be answered. He gets a good and honest vibe from this doctor. Not like the vibe he got from the last doctor he knew on a first name basis. "Well, now that we got the security out of the way, how about I tell you what I was told to," Sloan shows that he's a no bullshit, straight to the point type of guy. Dominic thinks that's a good trait to have. After reading the file that President Jaxon made on Dominic Reaper, Sloan has learned that D is the type of guy who doesn't care for bullshit talk. And it's Dr. Renegade's mission from the president to make friends with Dominic, in case he goes against the plan. Dominic motions for the good doctor to continue. "Once again, I'm Dr. Sloan Renegade," He paces while talking, "I'm one of the president's head scientists, house doctor, physicist," Dominic feels like this guy gets sidetracked by his own success at times, "I know more about the human body and the body's of multiple monsters more than any other of the president's staff members like me." Sloan's voice takes a pause, but his legs and feet keep pacing. "Jaxon?" Dominic quickly gets the word out before the good doctor starts up his life story and accomplishments again. "Yes, he's the one that brought you here." Dr. Renegade explains. "Before you tell me why he did that, where exactly has he brought me?" Dominic waits to be answered. He gets a good and honest vibe from this doctor. Not like the vibe he got from the last doctor he knew on a first name basis. "You're still in New York. We're at Bellevue mental facility," Sloan looks around the big, open, concrete room, "Well, what it used to be anyway." He seems kinda bummed out. "I never been here," Dominic says in a calm way, "It's been recommended though," He adds with a smile. Sloan gets back on the ball, "I've been told to tell you that the president wants you for a mission," He informs, "His late brother said you would be perfect for the mission, before you killed him." Dominic chuckles at the remark. Doesn't feel bad about murdering the president's youngest brother. The mad doctor was a psychotic, twisted asshole who deserved his death. "He also said you would be perfect for the Menace Jacket. Especially after the first candidate turned out to be a nightmare," Dr. Renegade sighs. Dominic thinks back to how bad things got in prison once the Darkness' gang leader's brother turned into Menace. How worst things got. The whole place turned into a burning riot that you couldn't escape. "Anyway," Sloan turns back to Dominic, "I was just told to tell you who brought you here. I've probably said too much as it is." The whitecoat sighs and rubs his forehead from the pile of stress that's been put on him ever since this strange apocalypse started. "Since you seem like there's too much on your plate already, I'll try not to cause any problems for you." Dominic says respectfully. Let's the good doctor know that he won't have any trouble coming from him. "I appreciate that," Sloan pulls a pair of glasses out of his whitecoat's breast pocket, "I really appreciate that actually," He slides his glasses on and weakly smiles at Dominic, very weakly, "I got to get back to President Jaxon so you can know more about what's going on," He goes to the metal table and picks up a small stack of files and papers, "The nurses will get you whatever they need, or whatever they can get you. We're kinda short on.......everything, ever since, you know, the apocalypse," Dr. Renegade turns and looks at the new Menace, "I should be back tomorrow though." He adds, keeps his bummed out expression on his mug. "Then that's when I'll see ya," Dominic smiles his new maniac smile, tries to keep spirits up. Because he can sense that there is something wrong with this doctor. And for some ungodly reason Dominic feels sorry for the guy, whatever his problem is. Dominic got his loving and caring conscious from his late, but still wonderful mother. He got his smart-ass mouth and Dont-Take-Shit-From-Anyone attitude from his late father. Just to even himself out. "Later then," Sloan waves goodbye as he walks to the open elevator door then up to the ground floor. He keeps his gaze on the concrete floor as the elevator's doors close. Dr. Renegade's eyes show that his mind is somewhere else. Dominic continues to lightly wave until Sloan is out of sight. He then let's out a sigh, "Poor guy," Dominic shakes his head a couple times then notices the three nurses cleaning up. He also notices that Nurse #3 is still gawking at him. She tries to smoothly look away but it doesn't work. "It's ok, darling. I don't mind if you stare, I don't blame you either," Dominic seductively chuckles and directs his grin towards Nurse #3. Which nearly makes her turn red and giggle beyond control. "It'll cost you another one of them Newports though, gorgeous," He adds, just to flirt more with this woman. Who can be classified as one of those HOTT nurses that guys like Dominic fantasize about. Nurse #3 smiles more at Dominic, her cheeks red. She pulls out another cigarette and walk it over to him. The nurse only glances at Dominic's new face but she sees that he is looking straight at her eyes. Eye contact is key when it comes to getting girls to like you. He makes sure that their hands touch when he gently takes the cig from Nurse #3. "You want me to light it?" She seductively bites her lip. Nurses #1 and #2 both watch and listen in. Both suddenly feel left out because they're not getting hit on, or flirting with a VERY, VERY muscular monster. Dominic sees the sign and tales the hint Nurse #3 just sent out. "Please do," He holds the menthol between his teeth. She pulls out her Bic lighter again. "You might be the only woman hott enough to light me," Dominic stares into Nurse #3's eyes. She get lost in the flames of Dominic's eyes for a minute. With his sweet and charming voice, those big and tight arms, plus that last statement he just made to her. Those flaming eyes, that were normal colored a minute ago, are bright orange at the bottom and blood red at the top. The colors blend so perfectly together. The other two nurses look at each other in shock. Not because of how sweet the statement was or any of the other nice comments Dominic gave Nurse #3. But, because he wasn't saying that nice stuff to them. Both of their moods turn to jealousy, or envy. Along with Nurse #3, the other two nurses think that's a lot of muscle on a man. It's the most muscle any of the nurses have seen on any man. And, if the nurses were given the opportunity, they would rub all over Dominic's body, caress his unclothed and clothed bulges. After Nurse #3 stares too long into his flaming eyes, Dominic gets a slight uncomfortable feeling, because he doesn't know the color of his flaming eyes change color. He doesn't know that's what the nurse is lost in. "Uh-hmmm," Dominic clears his throat loud enough to pull Nurse #3 back into the real world. The cigarette is still caught between his teeth, and is still unlit. "Oh, sorry." She snaps out of it, then quickly lights up the menthol for D, and returns to her dream world. Dominic chuckles as he takes in a few drags and crosses his legs. He suddenly gets a sense of jealousy coming from somewhere in the basement. Dominic takes in another drag from his cig, french inhales the smoke through his nose and glances at the other two nurses. Yep, that's where the source of jealously is coming from. Even if he didn't have these new powers, Dominic would be able to tell those nurses are jealous just by the looks on their faces, and by how they quickly look away when Dominic notices their gawking gazes. "What are you two gorgeous girls doing over there by yourself?" He asks very loud, gets their attention and Nurse #3 comes back out of her dream world at the sound of his voice. She was so engrossed by his body that the N.I.L.F. didn't even notice he started to look at the other two nurses. Which, Dominic now sees that they are also N.I.L.F.'s. Oh, what a great ending to a very shitty day. "Why don't we gather up some chairs ladies. I want you pretty things to be as comfortable as possible, and feel as good as possible." Dominic chuckles. All three nurses giggle and blush together. Without even noticing, the nurses race each other to find chairs. Only one of them gets to sit directly in front of this Dominic, the sculpted monster. With those oddly mesmerizing flaming eyes. Dominic takes in a couple drags of his cigarette. Even though he's smoking this nicotine into his system like a steam engine, he doesn't feel the side effects of his lungs filling up with too much smoke. And he doesn't have the feeling of dreadful coughs about to attack, or any type of of coughs at all. Which always happens to Dominic. Has this Menace Jacket healed all of Dominic's health issues. All he knows about it is the change it does to your appearance, and he'd guess that he's now somewhat indestructible. But, before he tests out how much he can now take, Dominic thinks it might be a good idea to have this Dr. Sloan explain it all to him. Besides, it's not the time for testing how resilient his new body is. It's time to test how his new male parts work. Has it changed size? Does it still function? Who knows? What Dominic does know is that he's got three N.I.L.F.'s who are perfect for testing. "I'm here." Nurse #3 quickly plops down a couple inches in front of him. "Yes you are," Dominic smiles at her, leans forward and gently rubs her thigh for a few long seconds. Nurses #1 and #2 unexcitedly sit down on each side of him, feeling they're left out once again. "Don't worry darlings," Dominic seductively smiles at #1 and #2, "I can serve all three of you. It's my duty as a real man to pleasure you all beyond belief," He adds some seductive chuckles to his smile. N.I.L.F. #1 and #2 blush more than they have this evening. N.I.L.F. #3 is lost yet again, this time in Dominic's muscular chest. "You two can sit closer," Dominic says to #1 and #2, "Here, let me help," Dominic slowly bends his torso over and stretches out his long muscular arms and grabs both of their metal chairs. Dominic glances down, "Whoops," He devilishly chuckles, notices that his face is an inch from being in the nurses lap. He continues to chuckle as he sits back up and easily pulls the other two N.I.L.F.'s closer to him by their chairs. #1 and #2 watch Dominic and Nurse #3, both turned on and excited about getting their turns. N.I.L.F. #3 stares anxious and seductively at him. She slowly unbuttons the top of the top of her shirt, reveals the mounds of fun stuffed in her tight, red, push-up bra. "I'm guessing your favorite color is red," Dominic rhetorically asks, not worried if she answers. It doesn't really matter if that's her favorite color or not. "Mhmm," She sexily moans the answer. Dominic looks at N.I.L.F. #1, who is gawking at his biceps. "What's your favorite color baby?" He calmly asks. The nurse quickly unbuttons her whole shirt, her way of answering Dominic. She teases him a little by barely parting her shirt. Then, she pops out her perky DD breasts, that are wonderfully sculpted by a forest green push-up bra. N.I.L.F. #1 slowly moves her hands up her sides. Pushes her drool worthy breasts together a little. Just to tease Dominic some more. He smiles at her, very impressed. Dominic looks at the last N.I.L.F. "What about you baby?" The nurse looks to the ceiling for a minute, thinks. The other two nurses giggle while they watch. Both sit in a few different poses in their chairs. But every pose they make their big breasts stick out, in case Dominic is looking their way. N.I.L.F. #2 playfully smiles and stands up. Steps closer to Dominic, but doesn't get in the way of #1's and #3's view. She let's her fiery red hair down and flips it to one side, somewhat covers part of her face. Then, she starts to unbutton her shirt from the bottom. As she gets to the top buttons, Nurse #2 makes sure her shirt doesn't part at all. She seductively smiles and turns her back to Dominic, then lifts the shirt so her whole stomach is showing. The nurse ties both halves of her shirt together and quickly turns back to facing Dominic. She shows that she's not wearing a bra. And N.I.L.F. #2 has the biggest breasts out of the three. "Wow," Dominic laughs, "Do you not have a favorite color," Another rhetorical question followed by his chuckles. "I didn't say I was done," She laughs a laugh that is unbelievably sexy, Dominic instantly looks back and waits in anticipation. She bends her torso over in front of Dominic so he can see her melon sized breasts hang from her body, they sway, and bounce into each other. "Oh my sweet baby Zeus," Dominic gets out, even though he is speechless. Nurse #2 giggles and continues to do that as she digs her thumbs into the sides of her pants. She slowly straightens back up and pulls the sides of her purple thong up onto the top of her hip bones. "I like purple," N.I.L.F. #2 seductively smiles then swings her bubble butt towards Dominic. She struts it a few times before sitting it back down. "Well," Dominic gets his head out of the clouds, "Before you girls get too excited, or get me too excited," Dominic jokes. The nurses giggle a little. "Let me check something real quick," He wiggles his, now, pitch black colored tongue behind his 'shark teeth'. Then he licks his lips that are also, now, just as pitch black, "Sweet, my tongue and lips are still work, so you ladies are in for a real treat," Dominic seductively wiggles his tongue at the three nurses, then laughs pretty loud. The N.I.L.F.'s laugh with him, continue to to pose in their chairs like pornstars. "So, are you three friends?" Dominic suddenly stops laughing, but continues to smile. "Yes," Nurse #2 answers for all three. "We were sorority sisters," #3 adds. "Really?" Dominic seems a little even more excited. "Mhmm," All three of them nod their heads together. "That's a wonderful thing," He chuckles, takes another drag from the menthol cigarette, holds the smoke in his lungs for a minute. Looks in the air while he exhales. "So, tell me something, you three beauties like to experiment?" Chapter 2 "I don't know, Zeus," President Jaxon looks across his desk at the all powerful god, Zeus. "Dominic Reaper is a pretty big risk," Jaxon swallows the rest of his scotch then refills his short glass. "I didn't come all way here to get your opinion," Zeus speaks with authority. Which should make President Jaxon think about treating him with more respect. But, it doesn't. He's the president and all that power has went to his head. During his second term in office, Cecil arranged it so if you're voted for enough you can stay president until the people vote for someone else during election. President Cecil Jaxon has been in office for three terms, and plans being there until the day he retires. All because he gives the people what they want. But not everyone's going to lie down and be told what to do for the rest of their lives. "You said you wanted to help Olympus in the war, here's your chance," Zeus pauses, "I can always take the Reaper brothers and find someone else to help me," He warns Cecil. He's not lying though. It wouldn't be a problem for Zeus to take back what's his. He's certainly not going to let some human on a power trip muck up his plans. "No, I want to help you," Cecil takes a sip of his scotch, "I'm just trying to give you better optio-" A mighty voice cuts Jaxon's sentence short, "I don't need any better options!" Zeus slams his hands down on Cecil's desk, "Just do as I say," He takes charge of the conversation. Zeus knows that President Jaxon sometimes forgets that he is the hired help, not the other way around. Zeus steps to the office's door then turns back to Cecil, "Just in case that kid doesn't believe you're working for me, I'll join you when you go see him," Zeus walks out the room, leaves the door open, "You'll hear from me," The deep and mighty voice of power echoes through the hall. President Jaxon's fake smile turns to an evil glare. He looks at his large, flatscreen computer monitor. It shows several views of the white house. President Jaxon watches Zeus walk down the hall, then he just disappears. Cecil drinks the rest of the scotch in his glass then sighs in hatred. Doesn't really appreciate being talked down to or being put in his place. Which is exactly Zeus has done. But, there's really nothing he can do about it, unless he wants to get a lightning bolt shoved up his ass. President Jaxon will play along for now, but at some point he will find a way to get something out of this for himself. "President, Dr. Renegade is on line one," Cecil's secretary beeps over the intercom. He finishes his scotch then picks up his office phone. The rest of the surrounding cities are without electricity so the white house can keep running. "Hello," He talks into the receiver. "The subject has successfully changed and wants to know more," Sloan gets to the point, as usual. He uses the same bummed out tone of voice. "Great," President Jaxon smiles, leans back in his leather chair and props his feet on his desk, "Do you think he will accept the mission?" Cecil pours himself another scotch. "I don't know. I haven't gotten to actually talking with him about it yet," Sloan doesn't really want to, but he's going to. It's the good doctor's job, and he gave his word. "Alright," Cecil takes a sip of scotch, "I'll fly out tomorrow. Someone will be with me," He gets a burning feeling in his stomach when the thought of Zeus enters his mind. "Who will that be, sir?" Sloan doesn't show excitement in the question. President Jaxon takes a minute to answer, "The god in charge of this whole thing," That's the best answer Cecil can come up with. Dr. Renegade gets a little excited and nervous about meeting Zeus, Mr. Lightning Bolt himself. "Are you going to be able to handle yourself around him?" President Jaxon can tell by the doctor's silence that things might get uncomfortable. "No, no. I'll be fine." Sloan trues to reassure the president. "Ok, a piece of advice though. Treat him as a regular human, he prefers it that way." Cecil finishes. No problem. Just treat The Creator, who has an unknown amount and unlimited powers, like a regular, everyday human being. Easy. Sloan swallows his nervous feelings and calms himself down. As much as he can anyway. "Yes, sir. I won't ruin things for you," He says respectfully. This so called zombie apocalypse didn't just turn more than half of the population into monsters, or stop normal human civilization. It also took away Dr. Renegade's amazing wife of six wonderful years. And, soon after that, his seventeen year old daughter goes missing. Not dead, just missing. That's what Sloan tells himself anyway, to help himself feel better. "Wonderful, doctor," Cecil pulls Sloan back into the real world, "I'll be on the east coast tomorrow," The president doesn't say goodbye, he just hangs up. No surprise, or the feeling of being rude to by Dr. Renegade. He's used to it. He expects it from the president. Sloan respects the guy just enough and does what he says because Cecil pays good and it keeps the good doctor's mind busy, and his body safe. But, President Jaxon promised, gave his word to Sloan that he would send out search parties to find the doctor's daughter. That promise was made over a month ago. And, deep down inside, Sloan's extremely pissed about it.