#solar wheezing absolutely made my day

[tsams-and-co-memes]

"Boing"

-Sun, 2024 (if you know, you know)

[ceeceetumbles]

I read the father Donnie fic and I loved your writing! Do you think we could get a father fic for Leo? I saw some of your ideas for him in Donnie’s and it was adorable!

WOOOOO your patience has PAID OFF timberreader HERE IS YOUR FIC

also an anon said:

yo your fics are literally so well-written, but some of them make me so sad-

but yeah keep up the good work :)

and this is ALSO FOR YOU, ANON. SOME FLUFF FOR YOU

sorry y'all i know it's been Ages and Ages and Ages i am begging forgiveness

and I'm sorry i know it's short and maybe not great but. i just needed to write and finish Something, ya feel :')

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leo as a dad!

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He was fast asleep, peaceful and dreaming, his fingers twitching around his pillow.

And a child took this as a personal offense.

One simple leap into the air. One simple little body aimed directly at the center of his solar plexus. And Leo’s day started with him choking and begging for oxygen on his own precious bed.

He rolled onto his side and gasped as the air chugged back into him.

“Oh my gosh,” he said, rolling back over, grabbing the child in his arms and squeezing them tight against his plastron. They squealed and squirmed, and he held them tighter. “Is that any way to greet your old man first thing in the morning?”

“Let me goooo,” they whined, and giggled, and screeched.

“Absolutely not,” Leo declared, solemnly. “Criminals must be punished.”

The offender was subjected to a merciless tickling.

“Please,” they shrieked. “Please! Ahhh!”

Finally Leo got tired, and stopped the tickling. His kid gasped for breath, and beat against his plastron. “Dad! Let me go! I’m sorry I jumped straight on your chest and knocked all your air out!!”

“Apology accepted,” Leo wheezed. Dang, he was getting old. And tickling took a lot more energy than he remembered.

“I am bored,” the kid said, squirming out of Leo’s grasp and plopping to the floor. “I’m hungry.”

“Hi, hungry. I’m Dad.” Leo shut his eyes. It would be so easy to fall back asleep. To just let himself drift off and --

“Dadddd.” The kid was tugging at his arm, trying to pull his giant turtle body to the ground. “C’mon. Make me breakfast!!”

“You know where the Pop-Tarts are!”

“Please?? Please??? Please?????? Please make the pancakes shaped like Mickey Mouse?? And like a turtle? And -”

“Fine, fine.” Leo sat up, stretched his arms wide, grabbed the kid absentmindedly as he stood up. “Well, well. Guess I’ll head to the kitchen.”

He slung his child upside-down over his shoulder. They screamed and thumped his shell with their hands.

He made sure to twist and turn as he walked, swinging the kid to and fro; they wiggled and squealed until he lifted them back up into the air and dumped them unceremoniously on the couch.

They scurried over to the kitchen and watched as Leo tied his apron around himself - a lovely blue floral print - and started on the pancake mix.

“Can I help?”

Leo glanced up; his kid was staring at him with wide open eyes; so tiny, so precious. His little mini Leo.

He grinned and beckoned them over, reaching into the drawer for a measuring cup. “Sure, kid. Come here.”

It took a little longer than usual - the kid dropped the bowl at one point, trying to make some space on the counter when Leo’s back was turned. Wet, sticky batter splattered across the floor. The kid froze, and started to cry; Leo comforted them with one hand, and got the necessary cleaning supplies out with the other.

They restarted the pancake mix, together.

Eventually the pancakes were sizzling on the skillet, and Leo was showing his kid how to tell when they were ready to flip. He had his hand over theirs, solid on the spatula’s handle, eyes trained on the pancakes. The kid’s forehead wrinkled in concentration.

They finished a decent-sized stack of pancakes, and Leo let the kid carry it to the table. They held it up triumphantly, beaming and giggling. The pancakes wobbled as they slid it onto the tabletop. Leo brought over the pancake toppings, and undid his apron.

They sat down together, and filled up their plates. They were silent as they chewed. The sunlight streamed through the window; the kid dripped syrup down their shirt.

They cleaned up the kitchen together; and afterwards, the kid fell asleep on Leo’s chest in front of the TV. He stroked their hair and listened to them snore.

“You did a good job with the pancakes,” he whispered. (They didn’t hear him or respond, being asleep.) “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat another pancake again.” He ran his fingers over the kid’s forehead; they stirred and mumbled.

“I love you,” Leo whispered, feeling his child breathe against him.

[meliorist-midoriya]

-sand-

I ducked under a punch and sunk my fist into someone's solar plexus, ignoring their desperate wheeze for breath as I moved on to the next.

When one thinks of childhood, they think of playing around with their friends outside without a care, secret spots, and little inside jokes.

My brother and I think of training since we could walk and blood on our hands before we could write (secret spots and inside jokes, too. Every child is entitled to those, at least). At the peak of our teenage years, we should be goofing off with our friends at a cafe. Instead, we're fighting a squad of recruits at the asscrack of dawn.

All because they had their heads too far up their asses.

"Tsubasa, left!"

"Already there!" I planted a foot into another guy's chest and sent him crashing into the one ready to jump my brother's back. "You can't tell me to watch out when you can't even watch your own back, Kole."

"Because I know you're there?"

"Ha, cute," I grabbed a fistful of dirt and threw it into another guy’s face, knocking him over with a foot to his chest as he spluttered and squinted.

Did we want to be here? No. Did these rookies have to be taught a lesson? Absolutely.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Kole sweeping the last of his group off of her feet. The ring of trainees that were smart enough not to test us murmured as the last one fell and I cleared my throat, dusting off my hands.

"Let me try this again: Good morning, recruits, this is may be the first day you are with us since your usual instructor is absent, but you will treat us with the same respect, if not even more. As you have seen, we are the last people you should test. I expect no changes in your performance other than for the better. Am I clear?" My voice echoed around the large gym, and I forced myself not to cringe at the echoing sound of it.

"Yes ma'am!" Kole barely stifled a snort from his spot next to me and I jabbed him with my elbow. Ignoring his hiss of pain, I glanced around the ring that had formed and down at the dumbasses who were still struggling to get up, even with assistance.

"Who are these fucking kids..."

"Hm?" My gaze leveled on the rookie who still didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, and the older one helping him up flinched. "Is he new here?"

"Y-Yes, Datenshi-sama-"

"Which one?" The older rookie crumpled under Kole's glare, and whispers rippled around the ring again as he answered. "Yes, Ts-Tsubasa-sama. Mochizuki-san is new, he just came in last week.”

“Tsubasa-sama? Why are you calling someone who throws fucking dirt in a fight-”

“Jeez, has Hoshimoto been slacking in your education? Or did you guys just not bother listening?”

Their embarrassed looks were enough of an answer for me to sigh in resignation and pinch the bridge of my nose. Was this the punishment for not interacting with the people in the lower ranks as much? Complete ignorance?

“First lesson: fairness doesn’t exist in a fight,” Kole’s icy drawl drew attention immediately. Whatever noise I made was definitely not me laughing at the looks on their faces. Nope. Absolutely not. “You keep that shit in a dojo. It will earn you nothing but a knife in your chest on the street because the schmuck that brought a knife to a fistfight won’t give a fuck about fairness.”

An unsettled hush settled over the group, and Kole took that as his prompt to continue.

“Our honor lies in our values, and fairness isn’t one of them. Victory is, and if you have to use underhanded tricks to win, you better use every trick in the damn book,” Kole leveled a cold gaze on the trainees, his silver eyes tempered to steel, and the color drained from every face in front of us.

“That’s so…” More whispers.

“Ahem,” Another hush, and Kole waved me forward, obviously done for the day already.

Bastard.

“Look, I’ll let this insubordination slide once you children figure it out. Hell, ask Hoshimoto once he comes back. However, this will be the only time. The next time this happens, we’ll take care of it ourselves.”

“Oh, I think he’ll be telling them himself once I’m through with him,” I cast a sideways glance at Kole’s dark expression and rolled my eyes, turning back to the group in front of me. Hopefully there aren’t any other distractions for the rest of training…

“Now, we were supposed to go over weapon vs. open hand combat today, but from what I’ve seen, your hand-to-hand is so terrible that I doubt you can even block a punch, let alone a rubber knife. So, change of plans. Partner up and start sparring, we’ll go around and correct any issues," I smirked, holding up my hand as sand rose to curl around my arm, "Go ahead and throw dirt if you can, I’ll take care of any red eyes.”

Kole’s cracking knuckles silenced any would-be complaints.

an excerpt from the WIP graveyard

[bellatrixobsessed1]

A Flame For A Cabbage (Part 5)

Honestly, I think that this is the best (read: worst) chapter yet lmao.

“There is no war in Ba Sing Se…” 

Azula looks at the clock, she does so quickly before it can fade away, leaving her deprived of her sense of time. It is early, only seven o clock. She can’t believe that they are still working on brainwashing that beautiful, chiseled, Adonis-grade boy. His mind must be as impenetrable as the wall of Ba Sing Se…that is to say that she knows he will crack very soon.

She supposes that now is a good time to test her new selling strategy. Unlike the common household dog, Azula is well aware that they have neglected to lock her cell door. She slips out and wanders down the craggy tunnel. Unfortunately she hadn’t the opportunity to devise a plan wherein she gets herself arrested and strikes a deal with Long Feng. Sure, she has the getting herself arrested bit accomplished but with him frequently being plucked from one scene to the next she hasn’t had the opportunity to propose working together in a mutually beneficial and highly efficient business partnership. 

She will eventually, but until the opportunity arises, she must find use for her time. 

Since she hasn’t made an alliance with the Dailluminati, she must acquire herself a disguise so that she may freely elope among them.  

“What are you doing out of your cell?” So much for that plan.

“You left it open so I assumed that I could leave it.” Azula shrugs. “How am I supposed to sell cabbages in a cell. You can’t sell in cell. Well...you can cell in a cell but selling in a cell is…” 

“You are giving me a migraine. Please, stop.” The man grumbles. 

“You probably gave that really beautiful man a migraine when you brainwashed him…”

“It’s fine when we do it.” He replies bluntly. At least he is honest in his hypocrisy. 

“Get back in your cell.” 

“Or…” she begins. “You can take me to your leader. I have a proposal for him.” 

.oOo.

“Look Bosco! The Kyoshi Warriors are here to protect us! Aren't you excited?” Earth King Kuei asks. The bear looks anything but excited. Sei observes the creature with a growing sense of unease. There is just something so unwholesome about it. Something that he can’t place. 

It isn’t part platypus...it is just a bear. That must be it. 

It must be…

Deep down he knows that it is something boundlessly worse... 

He doesn’t get to piece it together, for the Earth King speaks again. “It's been a difficult week for me. My most trusted advisor, Long Feng, and his Dai Li agents tried to take control of Ba Sing Se from me.”  

Funny, Sei doesn’t recall such a plot point. Could it be!? That the author chose to omit the entire thing in a successful  effort to save time but at the cost of a solid story line!?

No. Impossible. 

Authors don’t do that. 

What is an author?

Sie doesn’t vocalize his concerns, instead he pretends that he cares about the other man’s problems. Isn’t that what all self-absorbed fourteen year old girls do when their fellow teenagers are confiding in them. But he is not fourteen, nor is he a girl and neither is the Earth King. Even so, he does not care about the man’s problems so in the most obviously sarcastic drawl he says, “it's terrible when you can't trust the people who are closest to you.”

Mai and Tylee exchange a rather suspicious glance. Sie laughs it off, it is probably nothing to worry about. 

Kuei pets the bear’s fur. Sie shudders. “But there is good news. As we speak, the Council of Five is meeting to plan an invasion of the Fire Nation this summer, on the day of a solar eclipse.” He pauses. “That or it was a DnD campaign. You can never be sure with those guys.” He laughs. 

Sie’s eyes go wide; a DnD campaign! Those had been outlawed after the great dispute between the Gan Jin and Zhang tribes. “Really? Now that sounds like a fascinating and brilliant plan.” 

Mai and TyLee exchange another glance. “Will you two stop that!” 

.oOo.

“Wait here, next to this dead body.” 

Azula nods. Waiting next to a corpse is a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things. Even if the body does belong to someone extraordinary and ridiculously gorgeous, who she does hate to see not alive. 

“I’m...not…” he struggles. “Dead...yet.” 

“Oh, well, it was really unclear.” Azula dismisses. For a moment she almost leaves it as that. But then she recalls something important. She scans the room before kneeling in close. “I have a secret.”

The beautiful man manages a wheezing laugh. “I get...it. You’re sharing...with..me. Because I’ll be...dead...soon.”

“Shhh.” She brings her pointer to her lips. “Shut up and eat this cabbage.” 

Reluctantly, the boy accepts his final meal. “This tastes…” 

Azula smiles. 

“Dreadful.” 

She folds her arms over her chest. “You will take that back.” 

“I feel…” he stands up with a grin. “I feel better!” 

“You won’t for long, unless you take it back.” 

He holds his hands up. “That was the best cabbage I have ever eaten.”

Azula nods. “One time I went to the Northern Water Tribe and I accidently dropped it in their sacred oasis.” She was going to save that cabbage for an emergency, but this boy. This beautiful boy...she couldn’t let those abs go to waste. 

“So uh...how much?”

“I am glad that you asked.” Azula replies. “You owe me your life. You will follow me wherever I go and you will help me sell cabbages.” 

The man considers. “So like do I get to pose with the cabbages?” 

She nods. 

“Shirtless?” 

She nods again. 

“And I will attract lots of women?” 

“Absolutely.” 

“We have a deal.” He shakes her hand. 

A smirk spreads across her face. Hot promotional model, check. Now all she needs to do is make a marketing team of the Dailluminati and their brainwashing technology. She rubs her hands together in anticipation. 

Yes, indeed, everything is going accordingly. 

“Good evening, merchant.” Comes a familiar high-pitched voice.

“We have a lot to discuss, Long Feng.” She greets. 

.oOo. 

“We have been presented with an extraordinary opportunity, girls.”

“We’ve been invited to join an underground and illegal DnD party!?” TyLee exclaimes. 

“Well, I was actually going to point out that Mai is finally wearing make up that isn’t totally depressing.” Sie confessess. “But it is also worth mentioning that we can conquer the whole Earth Kingdom.” Sie looks down at the script in his hand and sighs. He hates expository rants. “For one hundred years, the Fire Nation has…” He squints at the smudged writing, “holla...ha..hammered... hammered! For one hundred years, the Fire Nation has hammered away at Ba Sing Se from the outside. But now we're on the inside, and we can take it by ourselves.”

“Gosh, you're so confident. I really admire that about you.” TyLee beams at him. 

That would mean a lot to him if it wasn’t part of the script and if he weren’t questioning her loyalty. “From the inside, we're in perfect position to organize a coup and overthrow the Earth King. The key is the Dai Li. Whoever controls the Dai Li controls Ba Sing Se.”

So why does he feel like things won’t work in his favor?

.oOo.

“And what do I have to gain from this?”

She should feel nervous, she is just a humble cabbage farmer. She doesn’t have much to offer in way of possessions and she doesn’t have an extravagant title to wave in his face. “Oh...you know…” She winks.

“What?” Long Feng asks. 

She winks again. 

“What is in it for me?”

She leans in only a hair closer and drops her voice to a whisper. “Something really cool.” 

“And what is this something?” He implores.

“You’ll find out if you join me.” 

“You don’t have anything to offer do you?” 

Azula gives a haughty sniff and turns her head. “Fine.” She lets the word hang there, in fact it echos down the cavern. The acoustics in this underground lair are fantastic! “Jet, let’s go.” 

“Wait!” Long Feng says as she stands. “I thought that he was dead...how?” 

She winks at him a final time. 

She knows that she has him now. 

.oOo.

“I'm tired of wearing this girly disguise. I don't know how anyone could fight in this.” Mai sighs audibly.

“Maybe that's why it was so easy to beat the Kyoshi Warriors and take their clothes.” TyLee shrugs. “Which is really weird when you think about it. Do you think that they’re wearing our clothes right now? Or are they wearing twigs and leaves!?” 

Mai does not want to think about that, not at all. So she gets them back on track. “How much longer do we have to serve the Earth King? If I have to clean up one more pile of bear poop, I'm going to throw up. I’m not even sure if that is a bear...it’s just...there’s something off about it.” 

“Princess Sie promised that we would go back to the Fire Nation as soon as we captured the Avatar. We just have to be patient!” TyLee declares very very very very extremely not quietly.

Mai stands up, and much louder--as though they were in a high school lunchroom shouting ‘BOOB’ progressively louder just to bother the teachers--snaps, “shush up! Do you want the whole palace to know we're Fire Nation?” Her voice carries. 

“Sorry!” TyLee winces, not bothering to point out that Mai had literally been speaking into a megaphone. 

Sie watches the Dailluminati agents crawl away. A single tear slides down his cheek. He wanders out from behind a pillar, “what have you two done?”

.oOo.

“Soooo.” Azula mutters. “What was it like to die?” 

“Oh, uh, it was terrible.” 

Azula nods and makes a soft humming noise. “Tell me more.” 

“Well, one minute I was helping the Avatar...”

Azula scoffs. The Avatar, that wretched stall wrecking, havoc wreaking miscreant. She will take her vengeance in time. “Mmm hmm…” she says just to make sure he thinks that she is still listening. 

“Yeah, it was pretty rough, ya know?” 

“Yes.” She nods. “I’ve been through something similar.” Though she doesn’t know if this is true. She does not know what happened the next minute. 

“So, what do you like to do for fun?” 

“Engage in political battles, though I haven’t had an opportunity to do that yet. I like to sell cabbages.”

“Okay, yeah, yeah that’s your job, but what do you do in your free time?”

Azula blinks. “I...sell cabbages?” 

Now the boy blinks. “But what else do you do?” 

“Ohhh.” Azula nods, she understands now. “I grow cabbages!” 

“Alright, while we’re waiting for Long Feng to take care of whatever he said he needs to do, do you want to do something that doesn’t involve cabbages?”

“No!” She says too abruptly for her liking. “No, absolutely not.” 

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” He promises. 

“I don’t even know your name.” She points out. “I’ve just been calling you, ‘that beautiful man’.” 

“I’m Jet.” He smiles and holds his hand out. “Let’s go do an activity together.” 

.oOo.

“Thank goodness you're here, Suki.” Katara kicks the door in. “Something terrible is going on. The Fire Nation has infiltrated the city, I just saw Prince Zuko and his uncle!”

Sie cringes, both at the sound of the door bouncing off of the walls (he notes the crack that it leaves in the expensive wall tiling) and at the mention of his brother and uncle.

“We have to tell the Earth King right away!”

Sie clears his throat, “oh, don't worry, I'll be sure to let him know.” 

Katara’s eyes go wide when she notices that she is speaking to a man and that Kyoshi Warriors are all women. She holds out her hand to attack but TyLee is quicker. 

“So, Zuko’s in the city, too? I think it's time to get as far away from here as possible so I don’t have to deal with an awkward family reunion.” Not that he has a choice; as soon as the Dailluminati come to retrieve Katara, they seize him too. 

“What is this about?” He asks, knowing very well what this is about. “Your agents show up in the middle of the night and drag me down here? You will not treat a Kyoshi Warrior this way!” 

“Kay Karen…” Long Feng snickers. 

Sie scowls and then realization hits. There is only one person who has ever called him that. His mind wanders back to the very first time he encountered the cabbage merchant. He had left his wallet on the airship but had already finished his cabbage so he plucked one of his hairs from his head and insisted that she had put it in his meal and demanded a refund and better customer service. She had looked him dead in the eye and said, “kay, Karen.” 

He has hated her since. 

“But you're not a Kyoshi Warrior, are you, Princess Sie of the Fire Nation?”

So the moment has come. “What do you want?”

“I want to make a deal. It's time that I regain control of Ba Sing Se and you have something I need.”

“Oh?”

“The Earth King's trust.”

He does have that doesn’t he? Geez, he’s put up with that uncanny bear long enough, he ought to have earned some trust. 

“Combined with my other secret weapon, I can’t possibly fail.” Long Feng strokes his beard. 

“What secret weapon?”

“Oh,” Long Feng chuckles. “It’s a secret to me as well, but it’s supposed to be really cool.”

Sie’s eyes narrow. This is starting to sound suspicious as hell. “Why should I help you?”

“Because I can get you the Avatar.”

His eyes light up. Father will be just pleased! “I'm listening …”

.oOo.

“What is that?” Azula cocks her head. 

Jet’s face bunches into a goofy smile and he gives one of those snorty nose laughs. It is the least attractive thing that Azula has ever seen in her life. “Dickbutt.” He replies in an equally goofy and higher pitched voice. 

He steps back to admire his artwork. “I can’t wait ‘til they see this.”

Azula hopes that she will not be around, she is still hoping for a business partnership with the Jasmine Dragon. She can’t imagine that dickbutt will look good on her application. She might as well pencil one onto the parchment and hand it to the owner. 

“This is fun.” Jet says. “You’re having fun, right?”

“Is this really what people do when they aren’t growing cabbages?” 

Jet nods. “It sure is.”

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Hello! Might I be so bold as to request F(!)MC x Estela for the prompt 'I'm flirting with you'?

ofc!! thank you so much for the request!

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Tropical islands always sounded so wonderful in theory. In practice, Estela found, there wasn’t a whole lot she could say she was fond of. La Huerta, in particular, hadn’t exactly been the site of many fond memories, and there was definitely something strange happening on the island. These were two facts that kept her from enjoying her time on what anyone else might have called a ‘vacation’. Estela knew better.

If this was a vacation, she wouldn’t be sitting in the sand, dark hair piled on top of her head so that the nape of her neck could sweat freely, watching Taylor and Jake try to beat the absolute snot out of each other. Jake had gotten rid of his shirt about an hour ago, and Taylor was down to a sports bra and oversized running shorts she’d ‘borrowed’ from Craig. Estela assumed this meant she’d just snuck them from Craig’s bag when he hadn’t been looking, in absence of her own.

Estela couldn’t say that she minded. Out of all the resort guests, Taylor was the one she liked the most. She had sharp eyes and an expressive mouth, and when she looked at Estela, she felt raw and exposed without fail. Something about Taylor made her was calming and nerve-wracking, familiar and strange, comfortable and not all at the same time. She was an enigma, an experience, and Estela had been dropping hints for days that she would very much like to kiss her.

“You’re dropping your right,” she said idly as Taylor blocked another punch from Jake, sweat sticking her hair to her forehead. Jake’s eyes flicked south, and he aimed a jab at her ribs, which she narrowly managed to redirect. She lifted a leg and aimed a sharp kick to his solar-plex, forcing him to stumble back out of range, dropping into a crouch to steady himself.

“Thank you, Estela,” Taylor said, with the tightly patient tone she took after Aleister had made one too many barbed comments in her direction. Estela frowned. She didn’t like it when Taylor took that tone with her. The poor woman already had to put up with enough, between Sean and Jake’s will-they-won’t-they posturing contests, Craig and Zahra’s unresolved romantic tension and Aleister’s obvious pining for Grace. Keeping the peace between the resort residents wasn’t easy, and Estela was no diplomat. She didn’t like the idea of contributing to Taylor’s stress.

“Jake’s weak on his left side since he leads with it. You can disrupt his balance at the ankle.” Jake sputtered as he struck forward again, Taylor crouching and dodging to the side, teeth gritted.

“Hey, Ellen Ripley! Whose side are you on?” His brows furrowed and his lip stuck out in a childish pout. Estela gave him a sweet smile, watching as he kicked some sand at Taylor and proceeded to launch at her again. Taylor rolled nimbly out of the way and leapt to her feet again, pummeling Jake with a barrage of punches.

“Always come back to a defensive that guards your face,” Taylor’s brows furrowed further, “and make sure you don’t slack on your right, or you’ll give Jake an opening. Alternate your jabs, he’s predicting your pattern.”

“Just call me Mister Miyagi,” Jake smirked, a punch whistling just past Taylor’s ear. She let out a frustrated growl from between clenched teeth, arm striking upward to capture Jake’s elbow between her forearm and her bicep. “Wha-” said Jake.

And then Taylor flipped him. Estela’s heart skipped a beat, furious blush crawling down her neck. Taylor’s arm yanked down and toward the inside of her opposite knee, sending Jake head over heels. He landed hard on his back, a pained wheeze escaping him as sand fluttered in all directions. Taylor stood over him, one foot on his chest, panting hard. She took a moment to compose herself, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and wiping the sweat from her forehead on the back of her arm.

“I believe,” she said, “that makes you Daniel-san.” Jake groaned.

“Wasn’t enough to crush my ego, you had to go and set it on fire too?” Taylor smirked.

“Everything’s better with fire.” She reached a hand out, clapping it into Jake’s and yanking him to his feet. “Thanks for the lesson, Jake… Estela.” Taylor’s tone took on an oddly collected quality that made Estela’s stomach fall. Jake waved her away, stumbling over to his belongings to take a swig from his water bottle. Taylor took a deep breath, lacing her fingers together and cupping the back of her head as she wandered toward the sea.

Estela hauled herself to her feet and stumbled after her, brushing the sand from the backs of her thighs. Behind her, she heard Jake’s voice raise an octave, and a rumbling laugh. Sean had almost definitely been watching, which meant Jake would be preoccupied trying to win back his wounded pride. Which meant Jake would trail Sean like a lost puppy. Which meant Estela would be alone. On the beach. With Taylor. Who was half dressed.

“That was a nice move you pulled,” Estela said shyly, taking a step into the water beside Taylor. The other girl jumped, her face flickering with many emotions, before she shrugged and lifted her arms into the air, enjoying the salty breeze.

“Thanks,” she said dryly, “good to know there’s at least one thing you think I can do right.” Estela flinched.

“What-”

“Look, I get it, okay,” Taylor said, sigh irritable, “you’re hard on me because I’m weak and untrained, and whatever’s coming with the watchers I have to be prepared or else the rest of the community could suffer, and blah and blah and blah. I get it, Estela. They’re my friends too, you don’t think I worry?” Estela suddenly felt very, very cold.

“That’s not-”

“It’s just, it’s really hard to remain optimistic about all this, and especially about my chances when you’re just so… so…” at loss for words, Taylor held her hands out in a mock-strangling position and shook them, “ugh! I’m trying, okay? I really am, but like… a few nights ago I was just a college student slogging through all nighters and shitty mandatory courses and now I’m going to fight a race of potentially alien inhabitants on a tropical island with weird time discrepancies and it would be a lot easier if you could stop hating me for long enough to be constructive!”

“Hate you?” Estela was flabbergasted, jaw hanging open. She shook herself suddenly, violently. “No! No, I don’t hate you. I like you! More than like you! Like, like-like you! I’m flirting with you!”

“Flirting with me?!”

“Yes!” Estela’s eyes were wide. Taylor had thought she hated her? The thought made Estela want to crawl into bed and bawl her eyes out, and then get impossibly drunk off of one of Raj’s genius cocktail concoctions. “I’ve been giving you advice! To make sure you can beat Jake, because if you can beat Jake, you can stand against the Watchers, and that’s… that’s important to me because- because, well… I would hate if anything… happened to you.”

“Oh my god,” Taylor was wide-eyed now too, shocked, “you were flirting. Oh my god.” She burst into laughter, howling laughter as merriment took over her face. She doubled over, hands on her knees as her shoulders shook hard. “Estela,” she said, sounding short of breath, “I appreciate it, I really do, but most people’s idea of flirting is telling someone they have a nice ass. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh,” Estela blinked, and then leaned back for a second, “you have a nice ass.” Taylor laughed harder, her body heaving with almost violent shakes now. Estela couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled in her throat. She tipped her head back, putting both hands over her face as she descended into a fit of hiccuping laughter to match Taylor’s.

“You thought I hated you,” she groaned, pulling her hands away to glance sideways at the other girl. Taylor was smiling at her now, shoulders still jumping with silent chuckles. Grinning, she reached out for Estela.

“I don’t anymore,” she said, hands pressing against Estela’s cheeks. With a surprising amount of strength, she pulled Estela forward, pressing their lips together. Estela laughed, letting Taylor’s lips swallow the sound. Both of them were smiling too broadly for their lips to even fit together, teeth clacking more than anything, but Estela couldn’t bring herself to care.

Her hands settled on Taylor’s hips, tugging her closer as the other girl’s arms draped around her neck, fiddling idly with loose strands of hair at the base of her bun. Taylor’s grin subsided to something more manageable, and Estela leaned into her, pressing slow, easy kisses to her lips.

With the ocean pressing insistently against their shins, and Taylor’s lips moving slowly, almost shyly against her own, it was easy to forget about what lay in wait outside the gates of the resort. For a precious few minutes, all that mattered was Estela and Taylor; Taylor and Estela, revolving around each other in their own private world.

[omgkatsudonplease]

恭喜发财 after 'something with the juniors' please? I want to know what happens next...

ask and you shall receive ;) cont. from here

Jiang Cheng had rented rooms at an inn at the base of Dafan Mountain for the juniors and himself. The addition of Wei Wuxian was not anticipated, leading to the hasty addition of a straw mat and a bedroll in Jiang Cheng’s room. 

“Shame,” says Wei Wuxian as he spreads out the bedroll on the mat. “Would’ve liked to revisit the old days when we used to share a bed.” 

“I don’t recall such a thing ever happening, Master Mo,” replies Jiang Cheng drily, as he drops the cloth bundle into Wei Wuxian’s lap. Wei Wuxian unrolls it, revealing a black dizi with a purple tassel on it. “Do you recognise this?”

“It’s a flute,” says Wei Wuxian, playing dumb.

Jiang Cheng looks like he’d like to smack him upside the head with it. “It’s Chenqing, you imbecile. The legendary flute of a hero of Yunmeng.”

“Okay,” says Wei Wuxian. “And you want me to…”

“Play it.” 

“You sure about this?”

Jiang Cheng raises an eyebrow. “If this body isn’t currently playing host to the soul of Wei Wuxian, then perhaps I have made an error in judgement and should deliver you to the care of the Lans,” he replies. “And I’ve been told Lan Xichen’s temper these days hasn’t been quite like it used to be before his darling brother strayed onto the demonic path.” 

Wei Wuxian gives the flute a couple experimental blows. “Yeah, what… what happened?” he wonders as he does so, relishing in Chenqing’s familiar weight. “How has the Gusu Lan sect allowed him to –” go absolutely berserk – “become so unlike his old self?”

“Thirteen years of failing to catch a shadow, I suppose,” says Jiang Cheng, shrugging. “It’s a waste of time. If Lan Wangji wanted to be found, they would have found him ages ago.”

“And they think Wei Wuxian is going to lure him out.”

A shadow crosses Jiang Cheng’s face. “They’ve tried a lot of things to lure him out. None have worked.”

But Wei Wuxian is different, lingers in the air, unspoken. There is nothing Lan Wangji would not do for him.

Even stepping onto the demonic path in the first place.

The melody plays like a half-recalled memory, flittering out of the colours and flashes still settling themselves in his mind. Wei Wuxian plays a song that he only dimly remembers, between the dim glow of a fire in the depths of a dripping cave and the lingering glimmer of starlight above the emerald canopy of ancient trees.

The notes had been played with such love and care, those same fingers then playing across his skin with the same dexterity and wonder. When he finishes, there’s only the brief flicker of tears in Jiang Cheng’s eyes before Wei Wuxian finds the air being punched out of him through a well-timed hit to his solar plexus.

“You fucking bastard!” Jiang Cheng screams. “Left for Yiling without even saying goodbye! Do you know how I felt that day, striding into the Master of Shadows’ lair just to see you lying dead on a slab? Do you?”

“Great to be back, was great while it lasted,” wheezes Wei Wuxian. “I think you broke my rib.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t break every bone in your worthless body!” hisses Jiang Cheng, and before Wei Wuxian knows it, his shidi has pulled him into an embrace, punching less effectively at his shoulders the entire time. If his clothes are soaked wet by the time they pull apart, Wei Wuxian’s not about to mention it. 

“I’m back,” he says instead, extending his arms. “Ta-da.”

“Good,” says Jiang Cheng. “Maybe you’ll be able to shed some light on something that’s happened recently.”

Wei Wuxian raises an eyebrow. “And what’s that?” he asks.

Jiang Cheng sighs. “If I tell you, promise you won’t say something stupid?”

“Depends,” replies Wei Wuxian. “How stupid is it?”

“Promise,” insists Jiang Cheng. Wei Wuxian shrugs, sighs, and nods. 

Jiang Cheng leans in closer. “Jin Zixuan has gone missing.”

“Good riddance,” replies Wei Wuxian, which earns him a slap for his troubles.

“It’s been a couple of years since he vanished,” says Jiang Cheng, twisting Zidian’s ring around on his finger as he does so. “A-Li is already starting to fear the worst, but she hasn’t told Jin Ling about it just yet, saying that she has every reason to hope he will still be alive.”

“You doubt it, though,” Wei Wuxian points out.

“I doubt it,” agrees Jiang Cheng. “The rest of us have searched everywhere already. Maybe it’s time we turned it over to fresh eyes.”

Wei Wuxian nods. “Then fresh eyes it is,” he replies. “But can we take some time in Yunmeng? This body barely has a core, so it’s almost useless.” 

Jiang Cheng nods, clapping him on the shoulder. “Take all the time you need.”

[vegafiction]

Overdose for lance, voltron?

Count: ~2.8kPairing(s): KlanceChara(s): Lance-centric, ft. PaladinsFandom: VoltronPrompt: OverdoseWarning(s): Drug abuse, overdosing, langst

I don’t know why this turned out to be so long but, I hope it’s enjoyable?? I didn’t edit it too much because I spent nearly 4 hours on it. My brain was tired of staring at it lmao. I think this ficlet comes across more like addiction than overdose BUT WE’LL JUST ROLL WITH IT!

I would like to formally apologize to Coran for not only being unable to write him but for putting him through this.

Part One: Chronic Pain

Get your bingo card @badthingshappenbingo

Lance slid the empty pill bottle across the table and into Coran’s line of sight. He flashed the older Altean engineer his most charming smile.“I need a refill.”Coran inspected the empty case. He ruffled his mustache for a moment, stroking it with careful movement until the silence stretched far longer than Lance felt comfortable with. Coran was usually a man who wore his heart in his sleeves, Lance didn’t have difficulty trying to figure out what went through his head, but lately, it’s been hard. Then again, Lance found a lot of things difficult through the haze pain medication that coursed through his veins.“Does your arm still hurt?” The Altean asked instead. “I watched the team training today. Your movements were exceptional if a little… sluggish.”“Oh, yeah! My arm wakes me up in the middle of sleeping sometimes, so I was just, you know, drained.” He grinned widely. “But I stayed focused! I’ve been doing the exercises you taught me. The medicine makes it possible.”Coran gazed into his eyes steadily. “Hm, yes,” He drawled. “Okay Lance, I’ll fill it up, but its one pill a day. Even if the pain returns and you feel like it’s gonna fall off, it’s just one!”He refilled the bottle as he spoke, unaware of the way Lance’s blue eyes hyper-focused on the carton of medicine. He sealed the carton, placed it back onto the high shelf and reset the protection lock for safe keeping. Lance refocused on Coran, his smile strained as the royal advisor held out the replenished container to him.

“Thanks, Coran, I—“ The weight of the medicine was light in his grasp. He turned the container over in his palm and counted the number of pastel pink pills.Frustration clawed in his chest.“You’re only giving me ten?” (He tried to keep the anger down in his voice, but wasn’t sure if he was doing a good job of keeping it off his face. “You gave me twenty last time.”“Twenty pills for twenty quintants.” He explained, his kind eyes oddly sharp. “It’s only been two movements since you woke up from your coma, Lance. What happened to the rest?”“I already told you, the pain comes back when I’m asleep!” He snapped.Coran’s red brows furrowed worriedly.“Lance,” he began gently. Lance poured the pills back into the container and hastily screw on the top. “I understand you may be struggling to come to terms with what happened but—““I don’t need a lecture right now! I get that enough from everyone in this castle, I don’t need to hear it from you.” He pocketed the medication. “Thank you for your help, Coran, but I can manage myself from here.” He headed toward the door.“I won’t give you another refill!” Coran called after him.Lance froze in front of the door, a sense of frustration, rage, and fear bubbled in his chest like a brewing storm. He grumbled under his breath and marched out of the infirmary without a look back.Coran shook his head, heavily troubled.

Lance’s thoughts raced as he dodged an attack from one of the training drones. Ten pills weren’t going to cut it. Even now, despite having downed two pills after his unpleasant encounter in the infirmary, Lance could still feel the trace of pain deep in his skin.Today, he’d meant to practice shooting. He still found it uncomfortable to pull the trigger of his rifle without the twinge of pain, but Coran’s refusal played like a broken record in his mind. The red bayard shifted into the altean broadsword and he charged toward the drone, slashing away at its robotic parts.His shoulder erupted into pain. He hissed, suddenly infuriated. How was it possible he could still feel pain? He could barely feel the hilt of the sword in his hand!I’m not taking enough. He reasoned. He charged into another drone, swinging his sword. I need more!Distracted by his angry, anxious thoughts, Lance failed to see the other training drone until it slammed its weapon down across his back. Pain ignited his nerves, blinding his thoughts. Another drone kicked the sword right out of Lance’s hand, sending it flying across the training room and shoved the hilt of its own weapon into Lance’s solar plexus.The blue paladin crumbled to the ground, wheezing.The drones immediately deactivated, freezing in place around him like a statistic mob about to crucify him. Through the tears in his eyes, Lance gazed into the worried face of Shiro.“That was some beating,” He held out his hand to Lance. “You’ve really improved with your swordsmanship. Have you been training with Keith?”Lance climbed to his feet with Shiro’s help. He wiped the dust from his clothes, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed for having lost himself in his rage.“Yeah, when he can.” He rubbed his right arm, resisting the urge to grimace in front of his hero. He plastered on a bright smile for Shiro’s sake. “What’s up, Shiro? Did you need me for anything?”“I was hoping for some of your “world famous” milkshakes.”Lance blinked, surprised. “Aren’t you lactose intolerant?”“Yes.”“…won’t you…get sick?”Shiro’s smile was amicable. “I’m willing to suffer for a little taste of Earth.”Lance raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Fair enough. Let me just change and we’ll go visit Kaltencker.”

Lance couldn’t feel his face, though he was absolutely sure he had one. He sucked on freshly made milkshake through a large straw Hunk had been lucky enough to find on their last trip to the space mall. He watched Shiro swirl the straw around in his cup before taking another swing of what will ultimately destroy his intestines in ten doboshes.He seemed quite pleased with Lance’s work. He drained the white substance of liquid death until Shiro was left with nothing but whipped cream and whatever remained of the space fruits Lance had used to make their shakes.“Any last words?” The Cuban teased.“Actually, yes. I wanted to talk to you about your training with the others today.”Lance tore his eyes away from his drink. He found Shiro’s unwavering dark eyes peering into his own. It was unsettling.“Yeah? Coran said he was impressed I was recovering so fast. I mean, of course, I would. It’s me after all.” Lance rattled nervously. He occupied himself by twirling his smoothie straw in circles. “I basically almost have full function in my hand again. I should be good enough to go back on missions with you guys.” He stared back at Shiro with a hopeful gaze. “You guys probably don’t even really need me, but… let me at least make up for it!”“Lance, what happened to you wasn’t your fault. You saved those people’s lives at the risk of your own. We’re all proud of you and we’re happy you’re still with us. But, I’m not the one who can make the call.” He sighed. “Coran is worried about you. We’re all worried.”“Worried about what? I’m fine.”Shiro’s eyes bore into his own. “Are you? You were unfocused during the training session today. And earlier, you seemed angry.”Lance gripped his cup tightly, uncomfortable with Shiro’s questions and frustrated with himself for his inability to do anything right. He felt the sharp ache of his arm flare up. He couldn’t hide his grimace.“Lance?”“I’m doing my best to get better.” He said, his voice hard. “I’m getting there! Just… give me a chance.”Shiro’s expressionmorphed into something akin to pain. It took Lance a second to realize why his hero looked so uncomfortable. Shiro excused himself from the kitchen and tried to hurry out of the room with his dignity intact. (He ended up booting around the corner before Lance could say a word).

He downed three pills with a gulp of water in the hopes of silencing the aches and pains of his body. He felt the weightlessness of the medication kick in minutes after consumption and plopped himself into bed.The thoughts that whirled in his mind slowed to a standstill. He gazed into the ceiling, not quite comprehending what he was seeing, but feeling more at peace with himself than ever before.Slowly, his body grew numb as he struggled to fight against the heavyweights that were his eyelids.

Lance snapped back to reality with a loud gasp. He bolted upright in bed and desperately scrambled to pull away the sheets wrapped around his body until all his limbs were free.Standing a foot away from his bed was Keith. He was dressed in paladin gear, helmet in hand, while his eyes fixated on Lance with an expression that stung worse than Coran giving him a lecture.“Wh-what happened?!” Lance gasped. “Why are you in paladin gear?”“The Castle of Lions was attacked while you slept,” Keith answered, his voice carefully controlled. “We tried waking you up, but you weren’t responding.”The Blue Paladin gulped, throat dry. He found it difficult to keep Keith’s gaze, guilt reared its ugly head in his chest.“Is everyone okay?”“Yeah. Luckily we didn’t need to form Voltron, but Red wasn’t cooperating with any of my commands.”“Well, I mean, you did leave it for the Black Lion.” Lance tried to joke. Keith didn’t look amused.“Lance, Red kept trying to return to the Castle as we fought. Do you know why?”He didn’t. His brain wasn’t processing correctly. He side eyed the pill bottle on the shelf and tried to recall how many he had taken so far and how long ago was his last dose.Keith moved into his line of sight. His expression was no longer hard but filled with worry.“It’s because he sensed you were in trouble. Coran told us about your outburst. You slept through the ship’s attack and didn’t respond to anything I said or did.” The Red Paladin heaved a heavy sigh. “Lance, I’m cutting you off.”Lance felt his whole body grow cold. He stared into Keith’s pained eyes with an expression of pure disbelief.Rage exploded in his veins.He shot to his feet just as Keith moved toward his shelf.“You can’t do that!” He practically screamed. “My arm still hurts! You can’t take away the only thing that works!”“I’m doing what needs to be done,” Keith answered harshly. He snatched the nearly empty bottle from the shelf, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Coran said he gave you ten pills for ten days.” He shook the bottle. “You only have three left.”“So what?! He gave it to me ages ago!”“It’s barely been twenty-four hours, Lance!” Keith made his way to the door. “I’m not going to stand by and watch you kill yourself like this. I love you too much to bear that.”Lance chased after him into the hall. He grabbed onto the bottle with desperation and tried to pull it free from Keith’s grasp.“Lance, stop!”“It’s just medicine! They’re not going to kill me!”“Do you even hear yourself?!” Keith ripped the bottle away from Lance’s hands. The momentum of his pull launched the container from Keith’s grasp. They watched it clatter to the ground, the force of its fall snapped open the lid and the trio of pills scattered across the castle halls.Lance bolted.Keith wrapped his arms around the slender boy’s waist and pinned him down, ignoring the almost inhuman screaming of an addict’s desperation.“Stop it, Lance! Stop it! Stop it!” Keith cried.Lance bucked beneath Keith’s weight, desperate for the last remnants of the only things that kept the pain away. He clawed the ground; could already feel the traces of his previous dose slip from his mind.Suddenly, Lance was hoisted from the ground. He could make out Shiro’s voice amidst his yelling but the former Black Paladin’s words didn’t register.The brown delicate hand of Allura’s came into his field of vision. His instincts slipped into overdrive. He tried to kick away his captors, but the tips of his fingers rested against his forehead and then—He was gone.

Coran slammed his fist against the wall in a rare display of anger. He heaved a heavy sigh then carefully rubbed his hand in an effort to assuage the pain away.Princess Allura cleared her throat, uncomfortable.“So, what do we do?” Keith asked once it was obvious no one had anything to say. “Stick him back into the healing pod and hope for the best?”“The healing pods cannot heal what is mental,” Allura said, her voice soft. “The best we can do is wean him off the medication, abruptly if possible.”“Like going cold turkey?” Hunk chimed in.Allura seemed perplexed by the expression but nodded nevertheless.“I should’ve been more careful,” Coran said, remorseful. “I should have given him the smallest possible dose and monitored his consumption. Xoralax was a highly sought after substance in the black market. I shouldn’t have assumed it wouldn’t be the case here.”“It’s alright, Coran. You couldn’t have known.”“Do you have more of the stuff?” Pidge asked, her brows furrowed. “If we’re going to ween Lance off of the medication, we should make sure he can’t get his hands on more.”“Not to worry, the rest are securely locked up in the infirmary and protected by a passcode!”Keith turned to Coran and asked, “Does Lance know the passcode?”“Absolutely not! All the substances in the infirmary are protected by a glass barrier. If anything happens to it, an alarm will—“Coran’s voice was drowned out by the ear-piercing wail of an alarm system. The rest of the paladins clasped their hands against their ears but Coran stood frozen in place. He bolted out of the room before the others could question him. Keith followed in his tracks.

“Lance!”Coran burst into the medical bay, steeling himself for the worst. Lance was on his hands and knees, desperately trying to gather the scattered Xoralaxpills. he must have dropped the box in his attempt to steal them.Coran rushed to the boy, eyeballing his pale skin tone and the beads of sweat that dotted his brow. He noticed the way Lance’s fingers quaked as though he wore cold. He tried to lift the boy from the ground, but Lance resisted.“No, no, no, I need it! I need it! Let me go, Coran!” He screamed.Coran forced Lance to stare into his eyes. His heart sank.His pupils were blown.“You don’t need any more of this, Lance. You need medical attention! Let me—“ He tried to move him again but Lance shoved his elbow into the older man’s gut and scrambled away.Keith rushed into the room before Lance could even think about escaping. He was joined immediately by Shiro and Hunk. Allura hurried to Coran’s side, checking for wounds, but he assured her he was unwounded.Pidge hung back by the door, too stunned to say a word. Too terrified to move.Lance lashed out at his family. He crawled toward the pile of pills and tried to collect as many as he could until Shiro and Hunk grabbed his arms and pinned them against his back. He wailed in despair.“Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO!”Keith grabbed his sweaty face, violet eyes filled with unshed tears. From frustration or sadness, Lance couldn’t be sure.“Lance, listen to me, you’re going to be okay. We’re going to help you.”He didn’t want help! He wanted medicine. His entire body felt like he was on fire and all the others ever did was hold him back.Lance tried to break free from the death clutches of his friends to no avail. He tried again and again, but the more he resisted, the weaker he felt. Slowly, Lance’s legs couldn’t support his weight any longer and he collapsed into the arms of Shiro and Hunk.“Quickly! Into the pods before his heart stops!” Coran urged.He hastily typed away into the monitoring system as Shiro and Hunk carried the limp boy into the machine.By the time Lance was comfortably placed inside, he had already fallen into nothingness.

Keith and Coran were the first people that came into Lance’s vision as he stepped out of the healing pod two quintants later. He fell into Keith’s awaiting arms, weak and weary, and disoriented from the sense of gravity tugging his body.Keith settled him onto a chair carefully. He took a water bag from Coran’s hand and handed it to Lance. When he didn’t respond, Keith gingerly topped the straw between the boy’s lips. He drank slowly but greedily.Coran knelt beside him. He peered into his eyes.“How do you feel?”Lance shrugged. He leaned to the side, pressing his head against Keith’s waist.“M’sorry,” he slurred. “M’sorry.”“I’m just happy you’re awake,” Keith said. He ran shaky fingers through the boy’s brown locks, grateful for the chance to feel it silkily pass through his fingers again.Coran patted the boy’s knee. Before he could rise, Lance lurched forward. He wrapped his arms around Coran’s neck and held him tightly. Emotions welled up inside him. He returned Lance’s hug just as tight.

[nightmaresindreamland]

It was enraging. Animosity burned in him from the top of his being to the bottom. Though he was in space, his cape fluttered in a breeze that didn’t exist. His tornado made noise in the noiseless void. Nothing short of traitors, the two of them. To defy.. Oh to defy him, to defy him of all creatures! 

To kill him! Him! The one who dishes out destruction accordingly! Had it been from mortals, it would be more understandable.. They were feeble-minded. But no, no, no, it was from the cosmic’s own creations that he’d been struck down by.

But he was not one to stay down. He was assured life, continued life, so long as he terrorized. So long as things were fearful, he would live. That’s what was promised to him, and that’s what he was going to ensure that he would stay alive for as long as he needed to be. 

Eternity.

He snarled to himself, speaking in tongues only he and his demons knew. He swore and cursed, hissing and spitting like a rabid dog. It was a natural sort of language to him, like a native tongue that he’d been blessed with. Rudimentary and ugly, but still native nonetheless. It’s not like he’d been made in mind for beauty.

He was travelling to his next destination. To the next solar system to terrorize then obliterate. Moving on from the previous. He had a sort of.. Radar in him that told him where to go. The universe’s guidance, no doubt. It kept him on his job.. Where to go, what to do, it granted him help where it could with luck and fortune.

“Scourge..”

It blessed him with such idiotic traitors. His head turned a complete one-hundred and eighty degrees to look behind him at the two equally ugly things that stood before him. In whispers, he’d heard the names they gave themselves. 

Nihilivitae, one that wielded long blades similar to needles in replacement for any semblance of arms, and Meusnemo, one of many hands with a heavy body. They were both abominations in their own right, eldritch and hard on the eyes just like he was. Their forms, however, were always shifting and changing. His was more stable.

“We still desire to talk to you. Will you listen?”

Nihil spoke, silver tongue promises falling upon enraged ears. He will not be tempted, not by those who defied what they were specifically made to do. Not them. Not ever.

“You gave your ability to speak to me away as soon as you figured yourselves a better judge than cosmic forces.”

He snapped, letting them know just how displeased he was with a flash of his horrid teeth.

“For that, you deserve no speech, only retribution.”

Though hard to see in the void of space, his talons crackled with blackness, a power gifted to him upon his birth. The strongest sort of thing he can conjure; something with enough force in it to crack moons in half and planets in quarters.

Nihil was quick to the draw, however. Just as quick as he was. From their needles came bright, cyan chains and shackles which grabbed to him tightly, leeching the power from him and pushing down anything he tried to summon.

“You will speak now.”

“Your followers have done the same thing to me, false god. They have all met timely ends for their crimes.”

He tasted it. The creature and its partner’s fear. He ran his serpentine tongue over his unnatural teeth, hissing.

“Their fear, terror.. Just like yours, is oh-so-telling and delectable. Theirs, more intense before I crunched their bodies in my hands like dead leaves.”

He continued, seeing the two grow slightly.. Oh, angry? They thought they had the right to be angry? Who did they think they were?

“Do you feel no guilt?”

He laughed at the question. That’s all.

“He does not..”

Meus answered for him.

“The day I start feeling guilt is the same day I start wearing pastels.”

That day would never come, he was more than assured. He may have all the time in the universe, but that did not mean he was going to explore every single facet possible for him. Guilt would never be a thing he’d ever willingly commit into.

He could feel his own magic overpowering the false god’s restrictive chains. His energy crackled in red sparks, overlapping and dancing ontop of the manacles on his wrists.

He suddenly trashed, the chains catching Nihil and tossing them around like a ball on a uh.. Well, a ball on a chain. He smashed them into their partner in crime, the two disoriented whilst the magical restrictions flickered in and out of existence.

He lunged, only to be blasted by a laser from Meus’s hand, forcing him back and burning him immensely. He was caught, again, by the chains Nihil casted.

“You cannot kill me so easily.”

Though he had been blasted with Dream Magic, though it had been absorbed into his core, it’s effects.. Were gone within seconds. Evidence of him ever been blasted were gone. The two were.. Astonished, to say the least.

“You are weak. Every passing moment, I feed and grow in power. I heal instantly from whatever you try.”

Nihil looked concerned, to say the least. Again, he could taste their fears. Their cowardice. They knew just how strong he was, and oh, oh how powerful he was. Then, Meus brought one of its hands to it’s ‘head’. To a place in where one may consider a ‘temple’.

The creature began to glow.

“All those who live.. All those who wish for peace, serenity, and happiness, those who still exist.. Lend us your power, so we may send this demon back to the abyss, even for a short while..!”

His expression goes from shock to rage. Praying!? Infront of him!? How dare they!! How dare they!! He screeched in his native tongue, screaming the worst insults as he struggled against his shackles. Nihil was having trouble keeping him still, grunting and wheezing as they held their needles still even against an malcontent demon.

Nihil began to glow too, glowing with some strange power. He heard whispers. Whispers in the noiseless void of space. Whispers, whispers.. Of voices, voices that prayed.. Prayed, prayed.. 

Prayed against him.

He stopped struggling for just a moment, feeling the sensation of dysfunction wash over him in gigantic blankets. It made him want to sit still, to never move again..

But then he remembers he’s literally absolutely furious and he continues. He grabs onto one of his chains, making Meus gasp before he could even tug on the thing. Which, yes, he did indeed tug on the chain, causing Nihil to fly towards him. 

It’s only apparent now, when the two are completely side by side, just how much smaller Nihil is compared to him. At least half his height.

He unhinged his jaw.

He was given these things for a reason.

He sunk down his impossibly long fangs into the ‘god’. He went so deep that they came out the other side. He drank fear and ‘blood’, hearing its screams of agony as he was freed from bondage.

He shook it in his mouth like a dog with a toy. No amount of lasers or grabbing from Meus stopped him. No amount of screams either. He shook it and only let go until nothing more than a mangled mess was left behind. 

He could see the healing magic in Meus’s hands. So, he went and grabbed for this equally disgusting being and did the same. Oh, it struggled more and blasted lasers into his mouth, yes, but he’d succeeded anyways.

He let the thing go after it went limp with sure death.

He flew to the nearest known planet of worship with the corpses. He listened and tasted the terror just as he entered the atmosphere, and oh, when he approached that nearby town, it was all but intensified.

He deposited the bodies like they were some game he’d caught. The villagers were uh.. Less than happy with seeing these things, to say the least. He could feel it.. These were the same people that prayed for these two creatures and against him.

“Your false gods are dead. Your prayers meant nothing. Now, you will follow in their footsteps.”

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Evaluation Of The Curves" Fitness Program.

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In addition to health club membership, some gyms provide programs and classes especially for teens so teens can do yoga exercise, hip jump aerobics, or play dodgeball with their peers. The majority of us could discover how to press the barrier further off, as well as to stay in ideal comfort on much greater degrees of power. There are health clubs that look like underground dungeons where the scent of sweat wafting with the air resembles the salty odor of sea air at the coastline as well as the audio of weights crashing to the flooring after snatches and deadlifts resemble music however the franchised fitness center you end up mosting likely to is probably not one of them. Solar had currently overshadowed coal for a day in April and afterwards for the whole month of Might, with coal providing absolutely no power for the first time in greater than 100 years for numerous days in May The most up to date milestone saw an estimated 6,964 gigawatt hours (GWh) generated by solar over the half-year, or 5.4% of the UK's electrical power demand. One of the fantastic things about exercising with dumbbells as compared with exercising on equipments is that making use of dumbbells in your routines allows you to utilize all kinds of muscular tissues, also smaller sized muscle mass that might not be worked out when you rely upon a lot of gym tools. While lying on your side with your hips piled, the top leg or the top and also lower leg are raised from the floor. If you are educating a lift numerous times per week, just one workout should be executed at 90 percent or more. 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I looked up to see just what could be the last time Jack took a look at me with love in his eyes then turned to face my back to him as i raised my top to expose my bare back to him. Although the concept of power is not innate but discovered some people have it and others do not. I also like his description of the price of power; lengthy hrs, hard work, as well as loss of household and also personal time. He raised his hand and i tensed my body, wheezed and also closed my eyes ready for the discomfort.