#then like a strike of lightning its like oh fuck. you were my big brother man. what the hell happened. how did we get here

[nohr-selphias]

For all the kin-slayer Aeducan players out there - does your warden ever feel regret for killing Trian? If they do, does it hit them immediately, or does it creep up insidiously until it strikes them what they have done?

[wizardofrozz]

The Perfect Pair

Warnings: swearing, mention of past trauma, mention of past abuse, mention of past violence, violence, angst, smut +18!!

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: There is mention of past child abuse in this chapter, PLEASE be aware and read at your own risk!! 

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Chapter 4: New York on its Knees

(Violet)

I found my way to the top of Stark Tower easily; Loki was standing at the edge of the building, looking out at New York. The doctor stood in front of the machine he built; his head snapped towards me, a blue hue swirling in his eyes.             “Are you ready?” I giggled as I got closer to Loki.             “More than ever,” Loki shot me an evil smile.             “The machine is ready, sir,” the doctor said behind us. Loki walked over as the doctor started the machine before shoving the blue cube into the beam of light that intensified. I followed the beam as it rose when finally a portal opened about us, the Chitauri army starting to spill out into New York.             “I’m going to keep the Avengers busy, my dear,” I smirked, meeting his bright green eyes. I noticed that his eyes were taking on a slightly blue tint the longer I watched, but I ignored the shiver that ran down my spine.             “No, stay with me,” Loki commanded. “Watch New York fall from our lovely view,” he smirked.             “You found my target,” I raised an eyebrow.             “Of course, darling, someone should be paying him a visit right about now,” Loki moved his eyes back to the chaos unfolding.             “Bring him here,” I snapped, turning to walk away from the edge.             “As you wish,” Loki said. I watched in awe as the building around us crumbled, the screams of civilians filling the air; curse this useless planet for hiding my father all these years. Then, off in the distance, I saw one of the bikes barreling towards the roof, a familiar shape hanging from the back; the minion dropped the man onto the roof before taking off again.             “Hello, Father,” I snarled as I circled him. Loki’s head snapped towards me, realizing he didn’t know who I had sent him after.             “V-Violet?” my father whispered.             “What don’t you recognize me anymore? Did I get too big for your preferences, so you just forgot what I looked like all together?” I spat at him.             “Preferences?” Loki’s voice broke my trance, his tone the softest it’s been all day.             “Don’t worry, dear,” I winked before I landed a kick to my father’s shoulder, sending him flying back.             “Vi,” Loki’s hand on my arm stopped me. “What are you talking about?” his now deep emerald eyes searching my face for answers.             “Loki dear, Earth isn’t the only place that fathers like to touch their little girls. Asgard has their fair share as well,” I growled, ripping my arm free. I stalked over to my father, who was on his back, staring at the sky, tears falling.             “I’m sorry, I was a weak man,” my father sobbed.             “Weak! You were cruel!” a dry laugh left my mouth. “I want you to feel all the pain I dealt with; you are the reason I’m this way,” my face was inches from his. I watched his expression change; his face smoothed out as he realized he was getting no sympathy from Loki or myself.             “You’re not biologically my daughter. It could’ve been worse,” any fake sorrow had left his face now.             “Ah yes, my mother being forced to carry me gave you the right to violate me! Pig,” I spit in his face, slamming a knife into his shoulder. He screamed out in pain, reaching to pull the blade from his shoulder, but I threw a smaller knife at his forearm, causing him to scream out again. “You don’t get away that easy,” I chuckled, blood lust taking over.             “Vile creature,” he choked out.             “This vile creature will be your undoing,” I smiled at him, using my magic to hold him in place. A knife materialized in my hand with a crackle of purple-tinted energy. I slowly drug the tip of the blade across his chest, applying enough pressure that he hissed sharply as I moved. I spent the next few minutes carving into my disgrace of a father, letting his screams fill my head, chase off the memories of my screams. I could feel eyes boring into my back; I threw a small dagger perfectly at my father’s throat, blood instantly flowing. I stepped closer, kneeling in front of him; I watched the life slip away, any light in his eyes dulling as his body went limp. Loki was standing stunned, a few feet away, watching as I walked to the edge of the building. “Fuck, the Avengers are taking down more and more soldiers,” I groaned.             “Darling,” Loki offered.             “Not now, I will tell you…one day,” I mumbled, the corner of my mouth pulling up at an attempt at a smile. He seemed to accept that before looking at the Avengers mowing down the army; Loki grunted in frustration.             “Shut it down, doctor!” A woman with striking red hair stood on the edge of the building. I caught her glance over the edge to the balcony below.             “Go take care of whoever’s on the balcony; I can only assume it’s your dear brother. I’ll take her,” I smiled. Loki disappeared quickly; I turned my gaze to the woman making her way to the machine, stalking towards her.             “Ah, you’re a new face,” she said, mirroring my steps.             “Hm, I guess I was doing my job well,” I smiled wickedly. I reached out, forming my magic around her throat, squeezing as I lifted her from the ground; her eyes bulged, not realizing I could use magic. “Oh, you didn’t know I had magic,” I giggled.             “No!” electricity pulsed through me momentarily, causing me to drop the woman. I struggled to my feet, finding the God of Thunder standing on the roof now, too. I franticly looked for Loki until my eyes landed on a slight disturbance to my right; he was shielding himself.             “Thor, how wonderful to see you again,” I smiled, moving in front of Loki, even though no one could see him.             “Again?” his brows pulled together, taken back.             “I haven’t revealed this to your brother yet either, but I’m surprised neither of you recognized me. It has been a long time though,” I flipped a knife in my hand. I felt Loki’s presence behind me, towering over me; I knew he was more concerned about why I knew them and not his brother attacking us.             “What do you mean?” Loki’s voice was rough behind me.             “I don’t expect you to remember, but how do you think I’m so strong?” I turned my head slightly so I could see Loki too.             “Mother,” the brothers said together.             “Bingo, your mother knew I’m similar to Loki. She offered to teach me, we met often, but I was a commoner at that point,” I shrugged. Thor’s posture changed, his vast shoulders slumped forward some, trying to recall memories, his blue eyes spaced out; Loki was staring at me, eyes wide. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, dear, but I wasn’t sure how,” I cocked my head to the side, shrugging.             “Enough! Surrender,” Thor shouted, standing taller again. Loki snapped out of his trance, stepping up to stand next to me, ready for a fight.             “Run, they can take me. Just make sure you come back for me,” I winked at Loki.             “No, are you insane? They aren’t taking either of us!” he whispered harshly.             “Oh yes, they are, now go,” I pushed him away, flinging magic at Thor, sending him stumbling back.             “No!” Loki yelled this time.             “Promise you’ll come to my rescue,” I looked at him, he narrowed his eyes, but I knew he’d come for me. I grabbed his arm and pushed him back, thinking of the rooms we were staying in, and watched him disappear.             “Where did he go!” Thor’s voice echoed around me.             “I have no idea,” I smiled, stalking closer to him.             “Surrender, you won’t beat me,” Thor yelled. I rolled my head around a few times and shrugged, raising my hands in surrender before falling to my knees.             “You got me,” I smirked at the dumbfounded look on the god’s face. Before I could say anything else, lightning pulsing through my body, I clenched my teeth before it was too much, and the world went black.                                                     /// My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the bright lights above me; I sat up and looked around, trying to figure out where I was.             “Ah, you’re awake,” the aggravating red head from the roof stood outside the capsule.             “You’re interesting,” I cocked my head to the side.             “I’ll take it as a compliment,” she raised an eyebrow, walking closer.             “Wonderful, why don’t you tell me who you are?” I asked her, walking closer to the glass.             “I’m the Black Widow; they sent me to check on you,” she paced on the walkway.             “Hm, lovely name,” I cooed. I sat down on the floor in front of the glass and watched her, studying her movements; she moved with precision, no missteps. “You’re skilled, yet you underestimated me when we first met. I’m slightly surprised,” I continued to watch her move.             “No one knew you existed; you were very good at keeping it that way. Loki too,” she smiled slightly. My chest tightened at his name, making me think this was a bad idea; part of me hoping he was so angry he left me here to rot. “Ah, there it is,” she pointed at me before leaving me. I rolled my eyes and pushed my conscious away, following behind her, unseen. I emerged into a room with the Avengers sitting around a table, waiting for Black Widow to return.             “What did she say?” Thor said from across the table.             “Nothing much,” the red head sat at the table with a sigh.             “But she said something?” a broad blonde man turned to look at her.             “Nat spit it out. I’m getting impatient,” Ironman said, his suit disappearing as he walked closer.             “Loki, I’m sure he’s coming for her,” the woman named Nat finally said.             “Her surrender was too easy,” Thor shook his head.             “So we can assume Loki will be trying to sneak in for her,” the blonde man spoke again, rubbing his hand across the star on his broad chest. I moved back towards my body, seeing Loki pressing buttons on the console near the capsule I was in; all the tension in my shoulders released at the sight of him.             “Loki,” I whispered, his head snapped up.             “Keep them busy,” he jerked his head in the direction of the Avengers. I pushed my conscious back to where they were still talking, forming a solid projection of myself.             “Well, get security on high alert,” Thor sighed; he lifted his head, and his eyes fell on me. “How?” he raised his hammer towards me.             “Oh, don’t mind me, just eavesdropping,” I chuckled; all the Avengers pushed away from the table.             “How did you get out?” the blonde addressed me this time.             “She’s not,” Thor narrowed his eyes at me. “My brother has taught you well,” he rolled his eyes.             “Vi?” I heard Loki’s voice. I winked at the Avengers before snapping back to my body, Loki standing outside the now, open door to the strange capsule.             “Hello dear, took you long enough,” I said, getting to my feet before walked towards him. As I stepped through the door, Loki’s hand grabbed my throat, slamming me into the glass, his teeth bared.             “Don’t you dare disobey me again,” he snarled in my face.             “Or what?” I growled back. He squeezed my throat tighter, anger radiating off him; for a moment, I assumed he was going to kill me, and all I could do was smile.             “You fucking devil,” he spat, dropping me. I sucked in fresh air as he walked away from me, a chuckle leaving my lips. “You think this is funny!” he finally yelled.             “Hilarious,” I croaked. A feral growl erupted from Loki’s chest as he stalked back to me, picking me up by the throat again, holding me above him in midair; I grabbed his wrist, taking some of the pressure off my throat so I could talk.             “I should kill you with my bare hands,” he snarled at me again, rage bubbling in his eyes.             “Do it,” I said through clenched teeth. “I saved you; you got away. I assumed I’d rot here, isn’t that what you want!” I spat down at him. A rage-fueled roar left his lips as he blinked us back to where I threw him hours ago before he threw me at the wall. My body slammed into the wall of his room, my head feeling light, star clouding my vision.             “You stupid little witch!” he screamed at me.             “Oh, I’m stupid? Well, it looked like my plan worked. Look at that; we both made it out alive and free!” I screamed back at him, pushing myself off the ground. Pure rage leaked from every pore in his body. I could feel it in the air; he lumbered across the room until he was right in front of me.             “I hate you,” he seethed. I stood toe to toe with him, staring into his blazing green eyes; his hand closed around my throat, again, and this time I was sure he was going to throw me out the window. Instead, his lips slammed into mine, catching me off guard; I immediately kissed him back, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling roughly. A growl deep in his chest lit a fire inside me; Loki slammed me into the window, pressing his hard body against me as our tongues fought for dominance. His free hand roughly grabbed my waist, pulling me close, no doubt leaving bruises behind as his mouth moved to my neck; I moaned when he bit down hard on my shoulder. I let go of his hair, gripping his shoulder as I jumped; he caught me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his hands found my ass as he continued biting and sucking on my neck. Breathy moans left my mouth every time his teeth grazed my skin; he effortlessly carried me to the bed, dropping me. I reached for him, needing more, but he slapped my hand away, rage still fueling him. I narrowed my eyes, grabbing his pants, pulling him closer, and this time his hand came down across my face, hard and sharp; he grabbed my chin, bringing his face very close to mine. “I run the show,” he growled. I bit my lip, trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape. The stinging in my cheek was forgotten as I watched Loki tear my clothes apart, his mouth moving over any bit of skin he could. I fought with his armor, fumbling to get the leather off, needing to feel his skin.             “Damnit,” I mumbled, getting no closer to removing his armor. Loki grunted, still tearing away my jump suit; with a snap of his fingers, I watched his clothing crawl away from his skin. Finally, Loki freed me of the constricting suit, and we lay pressed together; our slightly cooler than normal skin connected everywhere but the most important place. Loki grabbed my throat again, pulling my lips to his, wasting no time pushing his tongue past my lips. His free hand hungrily tore at my underwear, quickly removing the last piece of clothing between us; I gasped into his mouth when he lined his cock up, already pushing forward. A pornographic-sounding moan fell from my lips as Loki continued to fill me; we panted together when he finally fully sheathed. The hand around my throat fell away, but he still hadn’t started moving yet; I slowly opened my eyes, meeting Loki’s green ones. The rage and lust filling his eyes were borderline terrifying but sent a jolt of pleasure across my skin. “Move, please,” I whispered through gritted teeth.             “If I don’t?” he shot back.             “I guess you suffer too,” I quipped, keeping my gaze locked with his. He growled low in his chest but roughly snapped his hips into mine, punching the air from my lungs. He paused for a few seconds before pounding into me at an unforgiving pace; his thrusts slammed into my g-spot so aggressively, I knew I wouldn’t last long. I gasped when I was suddenly weightless; Loki pressed my back into the wall next to the bed, his thrusts never slowing. The moans leaving my lips increased in volume as Loki continued his relentless pace; my back slid down the wall slightly, causing Loki to, somehow, hit deeper.             “F-fuck,” Loki moaned, fucking into me harder. I could feel the heat in my stomach intensifying as my orgasm approached; Loki noticed and snaked one of his hands between us, tracing tight circles against my clit as his cock pulsed inside me. His thrust lost their rhythm as he neared his orgasm, his moans pulling me along with him. Out of nowhere, Loki moved me away from the wall slamming my back down on the bed as he spilled his seed deep inside me; I came screaming for him as soon as my back hit the bed. Loki stayed seated inside me as we tried to catch our breath, bringing ourselves back to reality. He pulled out of me but didn’t crawl onto the bed. “Vi.”             “Y-yeah,” I stuttered through a ragged inhale. Eventually, the bed dipped next to me as Loki stretched out next to me, pulling me onto the bed farther. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting, anger still swimming below the surface; he leaned down, pulling me closer to his chest, our faces only inches apart. No matter how intense the anger was that I felt towards Loki, I couldn’t bring myself to move away from him, my body aching to be close to him.             “Don’t make me regret leaving you alive. Prove it wasn’t a mistake when we go back tomorrow,” he growled.             “We have to go back,” my brain fighting through the post-orgasm haze, trying to grasp his words.             “Well, I lost the tesseract due to your need for rescuing,” his nostrils flared slightly.             “I didn’t expect you to come for me,” I sat up abruptly, regretting it instantly. Loki tried to steady me, but I ripped my arm away from him, shakily getting to my feet. “And just know, I don’t care what you do to me; I’m not going to blindly follow you,” I shot over my shoulder, the lust-filled haze wearing off.             “You truly expected me to leave you there?” Loki asked, propped up on his elbow, raising an eyebrow at me.             “Why not? All I’ve ever been to you is a royal pain in the ass,” I laughed dryly, looking for clothes to put on.             “Yes, but I wouldn’t leave you to rot,” he shot back. I pulled an oversized t-shirt on and walked into the bathroom, seeing the slightly red mark from where Loki struck my face. I rolled my eyes slightly, trying to ignore the sensation between my legs, thinking about it.             “Surprised me. You even fuck me like you hate me,” I snorted, fixing my hair. He appeared in the doorway, watching me; I glanced at him but continued trying to tame my hair.             “I don’t hate you. More times than not, I kind of like you,” he stood behind me now, his head leaning to one side. “You push my buttons on a new level, make me want to kill you. Drive me to the brink of insanity, but hate you, no. On the contrary, I care for you in a way I’ve only ever experienced once,” he whispered, eyes still roaming over me.             “I know what you mean,” I sighed. “I want to hate you, despise you, but I don’t. It’s a very odd feeling I have towards you Loki,” I looked down at the sink. “We’re pretty fucked up. You know that, right?” I caught his green eyes through the mirror.             “Let’s get some sleep,” his lips pulling into a tight line on his face, pulling me towards my bed again. I fell into bed, Loki hugging me to his chest, and I fell into a dead sleep listening to his strong heartbeat.

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Series Masterlist | Chapter 5

Taglist:

@criminalyetminimal​ @kendallthesimp​ @marvelfansworld​ 

[percedurza]

I HAVE ALREADY SPOKE ON LENGTH ABOUT THE PRINCE OF EGYPT BUT NOT THE WHOLE THING ONLY THE PLAGUES AND MOSTLY PASSOVER. I JUST WATCHED THE FULL MOVIE FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE I WAS A KID IM GONNA TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD. OKAY.

okay let me first say that i was in tears within the first ten minutes of the movie. deliver us was so powerful and heartbreaking i cried BEFORE THE TEN MINUTE MARK. yeah.

when moses' mother sang her final lullaby to her son and pushed him downstream in that (blessed and very fortunate) basket my heart hurt. i cried with her. that was the last time she would ever see her baby.

when his sister sang her prayer for her baby brother, wishing for him to come back to deliver them as well, that just drove the nail in harder.

in a later scene before the banquet you can hear moses humming that last lullaby and since deliver us was just maybe ten minutes prior you remember it and realize he really did keep that final song.

and the banquet oh yeah ramesses gets appointed this big title? and he names moses as the grand architect

and theres this captured hebrew lady brought in for ramesses but shes fierce (i would be too, she was captured and brought to the people she hates the most) and so ramesses orders her to be brought to moses' chambers instead

moses goes to his chambers and suprise! she escaped! moses chases after and sees her sneaking out with her camel and distracts some guards so she wont get caught and once the guards are gone he goes after her again aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand

miriam (moses' sister) meeting him in the city streets and recognizing him, telling him he's her family and him shutting her down and calling her a slave.... it hurt. when she hums that lullaby and he RECOGNIZES and then rushes back home to have a dream about that day he was sent away (in beautiful animation designed to look like the hieroglyphs on his wall) its all so painful to watch him be forced out of nowhere to realize his life is a LIE because hes not a true prince of egypt, he's born of the slaves, and then his father the pharaoh justifies the order to slaughter innocent babies by saying "they were just slaves" and OUGH

moses kills a man. unintentional but he killed a man while trying to stop him from beating a slave. oops.

he cant live with this so he runs away into the desert. theres this scene where he collapses to the ground and sheds all of the jewelry and adornments from his life as royalty but as he takes off the ring ramesses gives him, he looks at it. and slowly puts it back on. because no matter what, he still loves his brother, and he always will.

moses falls into a well. yeah. chases off some ruffians and then basically faints and falls in. these girls the ruffians were harassing started pulling him out and SURPRISE SURPRISE the captured lady from the banquet is there and she drops him back in when she recognizes him and walks away all smug and her name is tzipporah! just an fyi (very pretty name love it)

moses basically gets adopted into the group of hebrews and moses says something about not ever having done anything of worth and so tzipporah's father jethro sings a little tune to him!

through heavens eyes is a masterpiece. i really dont know what else to say also i want jethro to be my dad hes so nice

aaanyway moses and tzipporah get married during the through heavens eyes montage! i just think thats nice

OKAY now juicy stuff the BURNING BUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the scene in which moses encounter the burning bush and god.

god claims that he has seen his people (the hebrew slaves) suffering and cannot stand for it any longer, so he wishes to send moses as a sort of ambassador of god

and moses doesnt think hes worthy of being god's messenger, which god quickly shuts up by pointing out how he's kind of, like, GOD

and he teaches moses those big old words, "LET MY PEOPLE GO" wahoo!!!!!!

he rushes home to tell tzipporah, and shes like "but ur just one dude" and hes like "well i kinda have to also the hebrews are suffering in slavery so :////"

tzipporah and moses head on over to meet ramesses and theyre all excited to see each other and then moses is like "behold the power of god!!!!!!" and his staff becomes a snake. pretty gnarly if i do say so myself

and then the high priests are like "ok" and start basically performing and rapping the names of the egyptian gods at moses in response i really dont know how to describe it but its basically a whole lotta smoke and mirrors. not actual miracles

moses talks to ramesses and asks him to let his people go, and instead doubles the slave's workload. the slaves basically hate moses now because yeah he technically is the reason theyre getting pushed harder and even his own brother aaron seems to loathe him. miriam talks to moses and he sees ramesses' ship gliding down the nile nearby

he calls out to ramesses and he just sends his guards after him. and so moses brings the staff down and turns the river to blood.

THEN THE REST OF THE PLAGUES ENSUE!!!

theres this specific part of the plagues scene in which ramesses stands between two statues of egyptian gods and glances at them as if to ask why the fuck arent they doing anything about the LITERAL hellfire and general havoc being brought down on the city. just thought that was a really cool detail.

AND OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH passover. i really shouldnt get excited about talking about an event that killed a whole heck ton of kids but its like fnaf at this point who cares ANYWAY THE DEAD KIDS

i already talked about the passover scene but what i didnt include (i think) is how when god's spirit or whatever idk enters the palace, it passes over a statue of ramesses and you just think, oh fuck wait RAMESSES HAD A SON.

and sure enough, that son is dead. moses walks in as ramesses pulls a sheet over his sons dead body and ramesses finally, after all of the plagues, tells moses he can take the hebrews and leave.

as moses walks away you can see ramesses glare at moses because he may have said he was done but. hes not. of course.

moses and the hebrews are leaving with yet another beautiful musical sequence (when you believe) and you can see the hordes of former slaves walking to the sea.

AAND just like i said RAMESSES WASNT FINISHED! he brings a whole bunch of soldiers on horseback and chases the hebrews, and god literally rains fire on them again this time in the form of a flaming tornado that sweeps across the sand, making a big old wall of fire that the egyptian soldiers cant get through

which gives moses the time to do the famous parting of the sea. he brings that staff down in the water and DOES GODS WONDERS!!! yay!!!

watching them walk on the seabed was beautiful. with some lightning strikes you could see the silhouette of some kind of shark swimming in the water (looked it up there are sometimes whale sharks in the red sea this is accurate)

and the fire tornado recedes into the earth, the fire fades, the soldiers chase on at ramesses' orders. the water sweeps them away just as the hebrews make it to the other side and it later cuts back to ramesses, alone on the rocky shore, screaming out at moses. hes completely alone, soldiers presumably dead, and no family to speak of. his side of the sea is cloudy and gloomy, still stormy, but when it jumps back to the hebrews in celebration, the sun shines bright and happy. the hebrews are free.

the movie ends with moses walking down the mountain sinai, ten commandments in hand, while the last snippet of deliver us plays once again.

only one other movie has evoked this much of this kind of emotion in me.(the one movie is klaus LMAO klaus made me ugly cry) there was not a single second of watching this that i didnt have goosebumps.

the movie itself just looks pretty. all of the characters have unique and neat designs. (its also nice to see a movie with only poc in it like im just saying)

the musical scores and numbers are so expertly made. my favorite has to be deliver us but through heavens eyes is a very close second. through heavens eyes made me feel better about myself, in a way. the entire movie was like some healing experience.

all in all, this is an S tier movie, and i BEG BEG BEG anyone who hasn't seen it to watch it. just pirate it or something (i did lol watched it on an illegal streaming site)

if you're not religious and havent seen it, think of it as a chance to learn more about abrahamic faiths. if you are religious and havent seen it, well hey! here you go!!

[destinys-dragon]

A Battle for All

Characters: Patton, Logan, Roman, Remus, Janus, Virgil

For: @littlebigmouse

Warnings: Gore, Extreme Gore, Unsympathetic Patton, Unsympathetic Janus, Unsympathetic Logan, Major Character Death, Betrayal, Body horror/gore

Words: 2,500

Hey Mouse, Merry Christmas & Happy New Year! I was your gifter this year for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange and I gave you a super hero Au with a side of gore [Or rather a main course of gore] I hope you enjoy it!

This was it, the battle for all the marbles, or as Morality said, "All the cookies in the cookie jar." Whatever you wanted to call it, this was the most important battle. Here and now, would decide the fate of the world. Sure, you hear that in all the superhero movies to get the action and the thrill up, even if the heroes always win in the movies. This though, this was very, very real, and all the heroes could feel a deep fear fill them. It wouldn't stop them from protecting the entire world, and they would do everything to make sure that the world was saved. It was still an unsettling feeling, to be staring potential death straight in the face, your future becoming less clear by the second.

Sanders University, the place they were meant to defend, held the key to world domination, at least to the Troublesome Twosome that was Deceit and Logic. The university was famous for its advanced technology, some of which could give normal humans pseudo-Superpowers, putting them on an even playing field with natural born Supers. The Twosome's plan was to engineer as much superpowered technology as possible, to create an army of villains that would help them conquer the entire world. First they would start with the University itself, but with how much super-tech was in there already, they wouldn't have trouble building a small army to defend it while they work on bigger projects.

The Prince stood on one end and the Duke on the other. In between them stood Anxiety and Morality, their healer and shield respectively. The Duke was holding a thunderbolt in one hand, preparing to throw it should the villains pull any tricks. Prince was holding a pen in his hand, preparing to draw up a weapon or something that would protect them. Anxiety had his hand out, ready to heal the team and get them back to the fight. Morality was empty handed at the moment, giving the villains a smile as if they were just naïve children instead of people bent on world domination.

"Now kiddos," Morality started, holding his arms out in a gesture of peace. "We really don't have to fight today. If you would just willingly come with us we can help you," he assured, making sure his voice would sound even and calming. "Please, don't do this. It would only end in disaster and chaos for everyone, including you two."

Deceit chuckled quietly, which cued Logic to break out in maniacal laughter. Morality cringed and even the Duke shuddered, which was uncommon since he was rather creepy in his own right. Prince and Anxiety looked unamused, even if Anxiety's hand fell to his side, where a short sword, crafted specifically for him by Prince, rested on his hip.

"Oh Morality, darling~" Deceit purred, elbowing his laughing companion in the stomach, who wheezed and went silent, rubbing his stomach as if that would make the pain go away. "That's exactly what we want. Chaos and disaster are what will help us take over this worthless world. Soon, oh so soon we will rule and you will be powerless to stop us! Now, get out of our way and we may spare your lives, if you beg that is." He waved his arm in a big gesture to the building behind the trio of heroes, the one that held the key to their dream.

"Never!" Prince snarled, a sword held in his hands. "We shall never let you get past any of us! We will put our lives on the line to protect the world we love! You'll never win, so give up now and walk away!"

That made Deceit laugh again, wiping a tear from his eye with a gloved hand. "Oh Prince, foolish fool, you will be made to eat your words. I can assure you of that. Logic, if you will."

Logic stepped forward, snickering as he pulled out a remote with a single, red button. He pressed it, causing a dozen cars to crumble and meld together. After a few seconds a giant metal golem stood behind the Duo. Logic cackled, covering his mouth as he snorted. "Be-ha- prepared to meet m-my greatest creation to date, the car golem!" He announced, pointing forward. "Go! Wreck, maim, DESTROY!" He shrieked, doubling over with laughter.

The golem seemed to come to life, surging forward towards the heroes. It was coming fast, intent on ending the battle and the heroes once and for all. It had no mind, no heart, no soul. It had a purpose though, a sole purpose it was destined to complete. End the heroes and leave not even a single one standing.

Morality stepped in front of everyone and summoned a giant dome shield, covering all four of them. Prince and Duke stood behind Patton, while Anxiety put all his energy and focus into keeping Morality's shield strong, which meant using all he had to heal it.

"When I lower the shield go for the weak spots in it's limbs!" Morality shouted, crying out when the Golem pounded on the shield, putting a giant crack in it. They all heard Anxiety let out a sharp exhale, slowly forcing the crack to close. "Damage the legs and arms, rendering it useless!"

"Yes Sir!" "Yes Daddy!" The twins spoke in unison. Morality couldn't help hide an eyeroll at the Duke, but now was not the time to lecture him on his inappropriateness.

"Ready?" He asked, taking a breath. "GO!" He cried out, forcing the shield to burst outward, which made the golem fall back. Morality fell back at the force he used to push the golem back, Anxiety quick to Morality's side to heal him and boost his energy.

The second the shield went down, Prince took towards the right and Duke went left. They were in perfect sync, each summoning their sacred weapons, a paintbrush and a bolt of lightning respectively, charging forward and removing it's limbs.

Prince let out a loud cry, circling around the golem and fleeing the scene. The circle glowed green and vines, flowers, and even tree branches sprouted around it, quickly tying the golem up. The thing let out a loud, metallic screeching noise of distress, before the Duke acted.

He took the precious time where the golem was immobilized and used the pulsing thunderbolt in his hands to slice and dice it's arms and one leg off. The golem continued to shriek and cry out, thrashing around with it's one leg, until Morality came through.

He had moved forward, leaving Anxiety in the back to watch their back. He summoned a small shield, one that was a simple circular shape, save for the spikey thorns and notches in it. He threw it as hard as he could, watching as the killer frisbee cut halfway through a leg, rendering it a mostly useless, twitching lump to the golem.

It continued to try and get to the heroes, but it only managed to flop around uselessly. It was rather useless, slowly going still as it died.

"Fuck yeah!" Duke cheered, before letting out a choked cry as a large snake plunged through his chest. His eyes went wide and he coughed out a sickening mixture of spit and blood, slowly going down on his knees. He reached out, as if to beg for help, his body going still as the snake again plunged through him, tearing his throat in half. His mouth was moving as if attempting to speak, before he fell face down, poised in a silent scream.

Deceit stood behind him, wiping his gloves with a white cloth. It was covered in a layer of blood, but the cloth cleaned the majority off. He tossed it on the corpse, looking at the heroes, who were looking at them in a mixture of shock, fear, and horror.

It was broken as Morality let out an ear piercing shriek, followed by Prince crying out in absolute anguish.

"Remus!" He shrieked, struggling to breath and looking like he was moments away from fainting. "Oh gods, Jesus god WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" He cried out, Patton's shrieking sobs becoming a dull noise to him as his rage filled. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

He charged forward, unaware that the Golem was sliding painfully slowly towards Patton. He continued moving towards Janus, aiming punch after punch, kick after kick at the monster who murdered his brother. Deceit only dodged out of the way, not even bother to strike him.

Eventually, he ducked behind Prince, sweeping his legs out from under him. "Oh dear Princey, don't worry, you'll see him soon,"  Deceit purred, stomping on the hero's back, relishing in his shrieks of pain. "But look, here." He bent down, grabbing Prince by the hair and pulling his head up to make him look towards Morality.

Morality was on his knees sobbing. The golem was squirming closed to him, using it's half destroyed leg to slowly roll itself over. Roman was shrieking and begging Morality to do something, only to watch as Anxiety sailed past him, sprinting like his life depended on it. "No Virgil stop!" He begged, not wanting to lose two friends and his brother, he wasn't sure if his heart could take it.

Roman could only watch in horror as Virgil shoved Morality, the golem landing on top of the healer, crushing him to death. Roman let out a scream of pure anguish just as Logic began cackling with glee. He couldn't see Morality from behind the golem, but he was so sure that both of them were dead.

Logic danced around, watching the golem start to become consumed by rust. After it was fully rusted, it broke apart into dust, falling to the ground in large, clumpy piles. Even the limbs that were cut off were turned to dust as well. And Virgil? He was laying on the ground, flattened into a bloody clump of human and clothes. The lump didn't even look remotely human, but Prince found he couldn't look away, and he was glad he didn't.

There, next to what was Virgil, was Morality. He was alive and well, Roman hadn't lost everything! He went to call out, only to watch as Morality spit on Virgil's remains, climbing to his feet. "God, I can't believe he was that stupid. Though I suppose his foolish need to jump into bravery was admirable," he commented, brushing himself off. He reached down and grabbed something off of Virgil's remains, but Roman couldn't tell what it was.

Morality walked slowly, painfully slowly, over to Roman, who was confused. He let out a cry when his hair was let go and his face met painfully with the pavement. He ended up biting down on his tongue on the way down, causing his mouth to fill with a metallic tasting liquid. Blood, he thought distantly, but he wasn't able to comprehend it with how quickly his brain was shutting down.

He was rolled over, coming face to face with Morality. "P-Patton?" he croaked out, spitting up a glob of blood that got onto his pure white suit, or a suit that had been pure white. Now it was caked in dirty, boot prints, and even his own blood.

"Oh Princey, sweet sweet Roman," He cooed, brushing his thumb over Roman's cheek. "You're an absolute fool." Patton slowly held up the short sword, Virgil's short sword, pressing it against Roman's throat. He let out a soft whimper, unable to stop the noise from leaving his lips.

"Why?" He choked out, spitting a glob of blood onto Patton's suit. He saw his leader, former leader, cringe but shrug it off after a moment.

"I'm so tired of being treated like the innocent little healer on your team. I can't tell you how many times you've just left me to get captured, used me as bait...you even used me as a human shield once or twice instead of our actual shield, the guy who can make them out of thin air." He grabbed Roman by the chin, forcing the hero to meet his eyes. "I'm not meant to be bait or a human punching bag to protect you selfish lot. I am my own powerful person, stronger and better than all three of you worthless buffoons. I may have been your leader, but I was treated like trash by all three of you. But now....now that won't happen ever again!" Patton chirped, a bright cheery, but equally eerie, smile on his face.

Roman heard Deceit chuckle, looking away from Patton to watch as the villain walked towards the university, Logic right on his heels. He watched as Logic's lips moved quickly, mostly likely talking about whatever wicked plans he wanted to try on poor unsuspecting people.

"Don't take too long, darling!" Deceit called, loud enough for the pair to hear. “We need to get our plans into motion, we've already been set back quite a bit."

"Yes Deceit, I understand," Patton assured, looking back at Roman, who was petrified with fear. "I'm so sorry Roman, but this is your final scene. The curtains have been called and your act is through," he whispered, plunging the knife deep into Roman's chest.

Roman coughed up blood, reaching with one hand to try and pull it out to no avail.

Patton looked rather bored, but delighted at the same time. "This is goodbye Roman, I can't say I'll miss you or any of the others." He gave Roman a big smile, his deep brown eyes looking more golden as he twisted the knife that was lodged in Roman's chest, twisting it to cut deeper into the hero's body.

He felt Roman slowly going limp, the last few strings that he used to cling to life snapping as he let out his final breath. Patton shuddered in pleasure as he felt the man's last breath tickle his neck. He felt a rush, a thrill, he felt almost drunk on this feeling. He let a small grin cross his features, cackling as he pushed the corpse off him. Rising to his feet he felt a need, a deep hunger for more. He wanted more, he needed more of this feeling.

Patton licked his lips, groaning as the few stray drops of Roman's blood hit his taste buds. That felt good. So very, very good.

He brushed himself off, walking towards the University with a smile on his face. He had a mission after all, and world domination sounded just as glorious as crushing these pitiful heroes. Maybe more would come to play with them, that would be fun. If he were lucky, Deceit would let him keep one as a treat, a very special one just for him. Patton had to prove himself, and now that he was seen as an equal, he was never going to disappoint Deceit. He was going to show he earned his spot, and earn his spot he would.

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Digital Distraction

SPN FanFic

~Dean Winchester can be extremely distracting. Handsome face, adorkable personality, broad meaty shoulders, emerald eyes, hands....hands...hands....~

Dean x Reader, Sam (briefly)

1,671 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Quirofilia (A sexual fetish for hands.) Fingering. Finger sucking. Daydreaming. Yada Yada.

A/N: For PORN WARS with @covered-byroses! titled by @crashdevlin bc I suck. ;) Enjoy!

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He tapped them on the wheel, drumming along to the radio, slightly out of time but captivating nonetheless. It caught your eye as you sat in the backseat, peeking over the leather to see fingertips dancing. 

They were so long and thick. Had his fingers always looked like that? Knuckles red and a little swollen from the punches he’d delivered that morning. The ring finger bent kinda funny like it’s been broken a few hundred times, but his nails were oddly clean and shining and you found yourself staring for longer than seemed normal. 

Tap, tap, tap. 

Each lazy drum matched your heart beat and as the song picked up, so did your pulse. 

Tap, tap, tap. 

His thumb curled around the wheel, meeting his middle finger, and Dean slid his hand downwards, gently caressing the leather. Your thighs clenched and you arched your back, unconsciously trying to rub your pussy against the seat.

Tap, slap, tap. 

His palm hit the wheel and you bit your lip, imagining his big hand covering your breast. Roughly calloused fingertips and smooth palm squeezing, holding onto your flesh, making everything firm and tingly.

Your mouth watered, your clit throbbed. 

Middle finger jabbed at the air quickly and your hand slid between your legs, firmly pressing up against your covered pussy. 

Styx was blasting and Dean sang along, but all you could think about was that long middle finger sliding in and out of your aching cunt. Would he tease you slowly? Fuck you hard? Take his time? It was maddening. 

You rubbed a little harder, pushing denim roughly against your clit, stifling a whimper with your lip sucked tight between your teeth. 

“You’re my lady! Of the mor...ning!” Dean sang, voice ringing terribly through the Impala. 

Sam jumped, startled out of his book, and twisted towards his brother. “Dude!” 

“I know, it’s awesome!” Dean shouted over the radio and pumped his fist in the air, striking the roof and making your shoulders shake. 

“Fuck…”

The music died down as Dean snapped his wrist over the radio knob. “You OK back there?” he asked, eyeing you through the rearview. 

Your hand magically disappeared from your crotch to hide under your butt. “Uh, yeah. Good. No wrongs back here.” Your voice cracked and your cheeks were burning but Dean shrugged and turned the music back up.

With his fingers…

He held the door open for you; long, freckled fingers curled around black metal.

He handed over your duffle bag, lifting it from the trunk with a strong grip.

He closed the truck with a loving shove; fingers splayed and palm rubbing the shining paint. 

Every action, every move, wave, swipe, sway, tap, turn, touch of his beautiful hands made your blood sing. Even watching him turn the door knob was somehow erotic; you imagined him twisting your nipple with such force and a shiver shot down your spine like lightning through an empty sky. 

Dinner was rather embarrassing. You sat across from him, barely able to find your mouth with your fork; your head was filled with nothing but dirty thoughts. Dean’s hands covering your mouth, closing gently around your throat. Dean’s fingers rolling and pinching at your nipples, flicking against your clit. Dean’s nails scratching down your naked body, raking through your hair. Dean’s palm slapping your ass, rubbing your sloppy cunt. Dean’s hands...grabbing, tangling, pumping...

Snapping in front of your eyes...

“Y/N! Yo! You ok?” 

Dean pulled you from your haze and you blinked wildly, tearing your gaze from his fingertips to his concerned green eyes. 

“What?” 

Dean’s brow creased. “You’re drooling. Are you ok? Look like you’re on another planet.” 

You laughed awkwardly and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “Yeah, fine. Tired, I guess.” 

Dean frowned but nodded. “I’ll do the dishes then. You go knock out early.” 

He reached for your plate, long fingers gripping the thin edge. 

You jumped. “No! I mean. That’s cool. I’ll help.” You smiled sweetly, but Dean was unconvinced as to your mental status. 

“OK…”

He turned the water on with a quick turn of his wrist. Checked the temperature with a little wave of his hand under the spray. Rang out the sponge with a firm squeeze. Soaped up the dishes slowly, scrubbing away the food with such delicate attention. 

You stood next to him, drying towel clutched in your hands, panties soaked and mouth flooded.

Dean pivoted slightly in your direction and held out a wet mug, its thin handle pinched between two sudsy fingers. 

A moan fell from your lips. 

“What is up with you today, babe?” Dean asked, watching you watch the tiny bubbles fall from his hand. 

“I…” The heat was so strong inside of you that your brain had all but melted away. “I can’t stop thinking about your hands…”

Dean laughed and put the mug down on the counter next to your elbow. “What?”

The towel covered the mug as you threw it down and grabbed Dean’s hand. “Your hands,” you breathed, clutching his right in both of yours. “Your fingers…” You rubbed each one slowly, your heart racing as you felt each bump of bone and sharp crack of skin. “Your palm…” You held him up and placed his palm against yours, nearly cumming at the touch. 

“You’ve lost your head,” Dean teased, chuckling awkwardly. “Did you get into that Professor’s desk? Pretty sure he’d been selling Molly to his students to pay for his Ancient Hungarian Stuvikweed addiction…which, by the way, with side effects like growing horns, is it worth it?”

Dean droned on but you couldn’t hear him. All you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears and a tiny voice that told you to lunge at him. You twirled your thumb against the hollow of his palm and gave in, pulling him close as you spread your lips. 

He gasped as you sucked his middle finger into your mouth, clamping down tight and swirling your tongue around the tip. 

“Fuck, babe,” he moaned as you pulled hard, whimpering around him. “You weren’t kidding.”

“No.” You let his finger go with a pop and took a deep breath. “Need them so bad, Dean. Need to feel your hands on me. Please.” You rocked up against his side, pressing your body against him, and he caught the spark as well. 

“All you had to do was ask…” 

It felt like Heaven, finally having his big hands on you. He crushed you against the counter as his fingers snuck beneath your shirt, teasing your nipples through your bra. 

“Please!”

Your head rolled back off your shoulders as he pinched hard, squeezing your tits just like you knew he could. He was rough and sweet all at the same time; pleasure and pain converging in his strong hands. 

“Jesus, you’re soaked,” he growled, finding you more than ready when his hand slid inside your jeans. 

“All day, Dean. Just need you. Please.” 

He tugged at your pants with his free hand and you wiggled them off your hips. “Hold on,” he whispered with a smirk, hand leaving your pussy for a moment only to tuck underneath your arms. 

You gasped with excitement, feeling each digit dig into your flesh. He lifted you quickly and set you down on the edge of the counter; cold, wet tile stinging your bare ass. 

“Please, Dean!” You grabbed at him, yanking his left hand from your side and lunging for it, once again closing your lips around his fingers. This time, you caught two. 

“Fuck…”

You sucked him in until his fingertips hit the back of your throat and you gagged, humming happily as he let you swallow him down. 

When his right hand grazed your inner thigh, you moaned so desperately that Dean dropped down to kiss you, unable to hold himself back. He nibbled at your ear, groaning with each hard suck on his fingers, and slowly traced your wet pussy with the tip of his index finger. 

You shook against him and gave into your more base urges, grabbing his wrist and shoving his hand full speed into your cunt. Three thick fingers hooked inside of you as Dean growled against your throat. 

“Damnit, baby, you’re so wet.”

With your hand locked tight around his wrist, you let his fingers slide off your tongue. “Fuck me, Dean, Please. Hard.”

The sound was incredible. The sucking of his fingers, the swift pump of his hand through your slick, the noises you made as he filled you top to bottom. The kitchen echoed with your lustful cries as Dean fucked you on the counter, giving you what you’d been dreaming of all day. 

It didn’t take long for you to cum. It was quick and hard, curling your toes and clamping your jaw down tight on his hand. Dean slowed his thrusts, bringing you down gently as you struggled to catch your breath. 

“Well, that was awesome,” he said softly, bit of a laugh of amazement tugging at his voice. 

“Oh my god, Dean.” Your head lolled against his shoulder as he pulled his fingers from your lips and curled his arm around you. “Thank you.” A little moan caught in your throat as he pulled his fingers away, and you grabbed him, bringing his soaking hand up to your mouth. 

Dean’s eyes grew wide as you slowly licked your wetness from his fingers, carefully cleaning him up, enjoying your own sweet taste. 

“Uh…” Dean swallowed hard as his eyes glazed over. “We gotta go. Now.” 

Popping his ring finger from your mouth you looked up with innocent eyes. “Go?”

Dean nodded quickly and yanked you off of the counter, grabbing your jeans as you stumbled onto your feet. 

“Yeah,” he said in a rush. “You’re about to go for a ride and this counter is too damn hard on my back.” 

Realization dawned on you as you watched him fly out the door, turning left towards the bedrooms. “Oh! Fuck, wait up!”

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(LU) Ridiculous Optimization: The Art of Finding the Right Tool for the Wrong Situation

Chapter one: They're big pots, really

Wild's Hyrule was, for lack of a better word, a pain.

Now, if you were Warriors, who regularly tangled with nobles and their ilks as part of his duties, you might describe it as 'a temporary yet persistent sort of agony, so scandalous, good sirs and ladies'. Or, if you were Sky, who serenaded his Zelda with loving devotion, the description might resemble 'a land broken but resisting, a primal kingdom for the ambitious to remake'.

But the average Link was neither, and the general sentiment came out as 'Wild's Hyrule is a giant pain'. (One should recall that both Legend and Wind existed in the general sample and drastically lowered the ability to describe Wild's Hyrule in polite company.)

The weather conditions were, all in all, quite tolerable outside of the occasional lightning storms which threatened to violently roast them all (Time especially). Wild's one recurring grip being the rain making it impossible to climb cliff sides and barely-standing-towers – which, in all honesty, had become Twilight's favorite weather for this exact same reason.

The few tribes of monsters could provoke violent swearing, in good part after the Links had assimilated the color system that ruled Wild's Hyrule. (Four could never look at golden monsters the same way now.) No, no, a Link knew to adapt to their circumstances and would learn all the right tricks to fighting any sort of monster that showed up in his path.

In fact, Time had gone on record to say that he'd gone on an adventure in a much more stressful kingdom, because at least the moon was only red and not looming.

The real challenge was so many of his enemies being outright mini-bosses at least. Wind's Hero's Charm had confirmed their health being far superior to the average roaming monster, and, to the general disbelief, added that no, Lynels did not count as minibosses for some goddesses-forsaken reason.

“That's three!” Warriors called out, slashing away at one twisting limbs. “One to go!”

“Get down!” Hyrule shouted just in time for Warriors to duck under a blue-ish laser.

The two heroes felt air woosh over their backs, cold and sharp despite the explosion that ravaged a rock formation down the hill. Despite the sheer damage done, none of them gave the ruins even a passing glance. Normally, some Link like Four would wonder out loud about the marvels of technology that had led to the creations of robots as powerful as the Guardians. That would, unjustly, earn him a slap upside the head from the others who just wanted them all exterminated.

But, if anything, their mechanical structure should be glorified, as unlike almost every other enemies the Links met in their travels, the Guardians could not be further enhanced by black blood.

No, the Guardians were a special pain in the Links' anatomies all on their own.

Legend had already written down the tirade he reserved for the Sheika elders that had thought beamos weren't mobile and powerful enough in his journal. One day, he would travel to the past of Wild's Hyrule and give them all the dressing down they deserved and it would be beautiful.

Three grappling hooks latched onto the last Guardian's limbs just in time to stop it from running over the downed Warriors and Hyrule. Now, against, say, a Lynel or an Hinox, pulling such a maneuver might have given the monster pause, but the Guardian's head merely rotated and aimed its tracking light at Time.

He alongside Twilight and Sky dispersed to avoid the lightning quick retaliation and even then, Sky felt the flames lick at his heels.

Rolling away, he ended up in a huddle close with Legend and Four, behind a large, mossy rock. "You know," Sky said, nervously chatting instead of saving his breath, "they kind of remind me of pots."

Legend's eyes twitched. “Ah, yes, they're tougher than most of my bosses, faster too, shoot laser beams, but they are a little round-ish. I see the resemblance.”

"Oh!" Four exclaimed, thunderstruck. "I've got it! Cover me," he shouted to the others.  

Without even a moment's consultation, Wind and Wild both rushed out of their hiding spots and pelted the Guardian with bombs, their supplies of arrows depleted during the ambush. It only made the Guardian's base tilt slightly, though, a few seconds were all Four really needed. His hands found the handle of the cane with the ease of many adventures' worth of practice.

Not a second too soon either, for one of the Guardian's limbs had snaked through the barrage and swept Wind aside. And now threatened to grab the little rolling pirate.

Four swung the twisted branch. A staff, Wild realized as a glittering ball of energy flew off its head and struck the guardian head on. For a split second, he allowed himself to hope that it would have a bit of an effect on the thing. He'd seen (schemed for, though he never admitted it to Twilight) a Guardian struck by lightning before, and it had shrugged it off as easily as a breeze. Those things just wouldn't-

The Guardian flipped over.

Wind's shocked cursing translated the general gobsmacked bafflement of the eight heroes over five feet tall.

The Guardian landed on its head, its top carvings digging into the soil. The legs frantically expanded to try and right it, but could find no purchase. Their articulations had not been created to allow the legs to reach the head area. Combining those facts effectively condemned the feared contraction to reenact a flipped turtle's dying moments, with half the dignity.  

Wild staggered backward into Time's waiting arms. “Wh-what, I don't… how?”

“Magic,” Time replied with the air of a wise old man, “you never know what kind of stuff it can do. Also,” he cleared his throat and spoke louder, “watch out for the laser beam, boys."

Hyrule and Wind flinched back from the upside down Guardian, like kids with their hands down the cookie jar. The eye turned from blue to red.

"It only shoots in a straight line," Wild said, recovering from his shock.

The dreaded red dot stuttered in place, stuck in a very narrow margin.

“Yeah, but can't it turn its head?” Hyrule asked hesitantly, not looking away from the dot.

They distinctively heard the noise of some gears inside the thing turning, like a low-humming buzz of energy. Where the head met the body, the whirring flashed in rapid succession.

The head remained unmoving.

The other half of the guardian span.

“It's going to start flying now,” Wind said with clear apprehension.

Twilight nodded to that. The motion was eerily similar to a mad peahat preparing to soar the skies.

Legend shot them both an annoyed look. “With those legs?”

“It's a Guardian!” Wind protested. “They don't just fucking flip over and die?”

As if to punctuate the point, the Guardian's beam shot out of its frantically beeping eye. And, as if to immediately contradict itself, the beam missed them all by a mile, roughly, though it did strike on a stray lizalfos.

“Huh, didn't notice that one,” Warriors mumbled, as Legend burst out laughing at the madness of it all.  “What kind of item is that anyway?”

Four gave the twig a twirl. "The Cane of Pacci. It flips things over."

Legend scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "What kind of wizards gives their name to a staff that's good for flipping things over? I know magic-users can be lazy bastards, but that's a bit much, even for me."

Four shrugged, unfazed. "Who knows? It came in handy surprisingly often. Case in point," he waved an arm toward the flipped guardian.

A shrieking noise caught them off-guard, momentarily.

Wind had lodged a giant broadsword in the guardian's eye up to its hilt. The whirring machinery slowed, smoke leaking out of its gears and plates. If it hadn't been made completely helpless before, it certainly was now. Warrior looked inordinately fond of their young and bloodthirsty pirate for finishing off a helpless killing machine.

“Four,” Wild said, his face frozen in the most serious expression any of them (except Twilight) had ever seen.

“W-what?” Four replied, startled by the hands grabbing his shoulders.

“Name your price. Do you want rupees?” Wild asked, pulling out his slate. “Because I will bury you under more rupees than you've ever seen before.”

“Anyone else feels like that came out vaguely threatening?” Hyrule pondered.

“Vaguely?” Legend snarked, prompting Twilight to facepalm.

Wild apparently heard nothing but the silence Four was shoving his way. His voice hiked up in pitch. “Armor? I've got more sets of armors than I know what to do with them? Ancient Sheika armor? It's super mechanical, you like mechanisms, right?”

Four raised an eyebrow. “I like understanding how they work. Can you imagine me wearing your stuff? I would have trouble moving.”

“My recipe book?” Wild tried again, desperation creeping in his voice. “It's not written yet, but I can do that. Four, please?”

Twilight gasped. Hyrule's stomach loudly growled. And the rest nodded sagely. Wild truly was pulling out all the stops to get his hands on that cane, besides outright theft (which none of them were exactly strangers to).

“… No.”

The fingers let go of his shoulders, now aching from the grip.

“I thought we were brothers,” Wild whispered, leaning against Twilight for support. “Backstabbed like nothing.”

“I do actually need that item, you know?” Four replied, halfway between amused and annoyed.

"Alright, boys, no fighting," Time announced, his mouth struggling not to stretch into a smirk, "and new strategy. If we run into a guardian, we let Four handle it. All in favor?"

The surge of agreement ranged from 'mildly sorry' (Sky) to 'gleeful' (Legend, of course, and Wild).

"Oh come on!"

BONUS:

The eight Links stared at the Guardian stumbling over the fields of Wild's Hyrule whilst Twilight mimed around like a drunk puppeteer. Wind's pictograph was out and flashing the moment the herd of bokoblins shrieked in panic and fled for their lives from the clearly malfunctioning monstrosity. Wild's Sheika Slate had been given to Hyrule for the task of recording the moments whilst he mourned yet another way the Goddesses had seen fit not to help him fight off Guardians.

“Anyone else feels a little sorry for them?” Sky asked, scratching his head as the camp was bulldozed through.

“Not as such, no,” Hyrule replied without skipping a beat. He might also have a few bruises on his shoulder from their last encounter.

“How do you laser with this thing?” Twilight grumbled, face scrunched up in concentration.

“Pfft, it had to be the bumpkins that gets the power to control ancient automatons,” Legend snarked, his hat still fuming from where he had dodged the Guardian's first beam.

In the distance, the bokoblins suddenly exploded.

“Ah, unbridled rage,” Twilight deadpanned. “That'll do.”

The Links carefully took a step back. And didn't get closer until Twilight had driven the Guardian off a cliff. You never knew with the quiet ones. The second the possession was over, however, Wild broke through the ranks with a determined look, opened his mouth-

And Twilight beat him to the punch. “Your recipe book.”

“Deal.”

“YES!”

“Wait,” Four called, narrowly avoiding the death glare Wild sent him, “are you sure you won't need it when this is over.”

Twilight shrugged. “I mean, I've used it all of once after I finished the dungeon with it? My Hyrule's not exactly big on statues and contraptions to magically possess. Good food though? Not like I'll ever stop having to need that.”

“Spoken like a true bumpkin.”

Poor Legend never saw Wild leap through the air with the righteous fury of an avenging angel to defend the honor of his mentor, the best man he ever met and the soon-to-be recipient of a great deal of cakes.

NOTE:

The thought process went like this:

Tumblr post noting that Guardians look like an ancient pottery art from thousands of years ago. TLDR: The Guardians are Elder Pots awakened to take revenge on all the Links for their fallen brethren.

Guardians can't touch Link if he climbs on their head.

Minish Cap includes an item that flips pots over (to open minish gates, but shh, who cares?)

Ergo, Four can one-shot guardians.

Twilight's just there, because I took pity on Wild and the Dominion Rod is absolutely useless after its dungeon. Not like Twilight would miss it.

[centuryofdean]

When Lightning Strikes - Chapter 10

Author Disclaimer:: The Hobbit, Middle Earth and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. The story line and even some dialogue–also not mine. Instead I claim my Original Character Laurel and the adjustments to the story line.

Summary:: From when Laurel Took was small she dreamed of a man. Every time she dreamed of him, he could not see or hear her. Over time they are able to communicate–but he’s been dreaming about her too. Finally after years of anticipation Laurel takes the leap and kisses him. Only for her to wake up and dread the real world. Then lightning strikes and she finds herself in a familiar place, with a familiar face.

Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+ At this point in the story there isn’t much, but later on the M rating will come into effect.

Warnings:: Language, Violence and Scenes of Sexual Nature

Pairing:: Kili x OC (Laurel)

Laurel

Fili explained to me of when Thorin told them they were the princes of Erebor, but Fili was the crown prince. This meant that he was the first heir whereas his younger brother would be the second runner up. That day Fili experienced hatred from his brother for the only time in their lives. Although they were ten years apart they were inseparable, so the month of jealousy from the younger brother took a toll on their relationship.

During a pause in our conversation, a bird called above from the trees. In one fluid motion I drew my bow and notched an arrow trying to be mindful to my companion and not hit him at all. With concentration, I tried to mimic the call, surprising myself at how well it came across. The bird shot out from the trees, larger than I had thought. Lining the tip of the beautiful arrows I had, I released and prayed that I had anticipated the flight of the bird correctly.

Pride filled me as the bird was struck and started to fall from the sky. It was up ahead more, so it would land before we would reached it.

"Did you just shoot a bustard," Bombur called from ahead, looking back.

"I dunno really, I shot a bird," I replied jogging ahead to try and find the carcass.

In the foliage I could see that were was distress through the leaves. It took a moment, but I found the animal laying in the bottom of a small hill. It wasn't the largest bird around, maybe fifteen pounds if I was lucky, but it was some meat to eat.

Not being mindful where I stepped, my heel hit a stick just right and caused me to slip and slide down the hill before me.

"Son of a bitch!"

The scream ripped through me as I felt pain go through my ankle and then the rest of my body as I tumbled down. I halted to a stop next to the dead bird, breathe coming to me in short gasps as I tried to regain it. In the distance I could hear muttering and the sound of thudding boots. In moments Bofur, Nori, Fili and even Kili were above me and looking at the scene.

"What happened," Kili muttered breathlessly.

"I slid on a stick and fell down the hill. Hurt my ankle I think," I closed my eyes and I began to set up. Once I was able to stand up, I attempted to put pressure on my foot. Instead pain stabbed all around. "I twisted it. its gunna swell, dammit!"

Nori started to poke at the bird, checking to see if it were truly dead. When he found it to his liking, he picked it up and looked it over some more. "It won't be much," he chuckled, "but it is better than bread and vegetables! Good shot lass!"

He and Bofur ran back up the hill, yelling about the catch. The brothers turned to follow. The limp that I acquired left me struggling to get up the hill we came from, I actually slid backwards a few times, hissing and wincing at the pain that would shoot through my joint. Fili stopped with a sigh, giving me a look over his shoulder and gestured to his back, "Jump on Lady Laurel, I will assist you to the top."

I saw Kili's back straighten, but he did not turn backwards to see me climb his brother's back. Fili was not helping in this battle of jealousy. It was awkward to say in the least when his hands grasped just under my knees and hike me up higher on his shoulders. I grasped them in front of me, trying not to squeeze my thighs around him.

Once we returned to the group, we found them to be sitting and starting a fire. "We will rest here for the night and continue in the morning," Thorin stated, throwing another look of disdain my way. 

Bombur had the bird plucked and beheaded, he was working on cutting the meat and slicing it up. By the looks of the slices he was evenly making, there would be enough for everyone but not enough to fill the pits of our bellies. Not all of the fifteen pounds of that bird were meat for eating. 

I was set on one of the logs that was pulled close to the fire. Toeing off my boot, I looked at the swollen ankle. It would be better in the morning when we were ready to leave. "Wish I would have saw a deer instead," I muttered, "rather hurt myself over that than some skinny bird."

The chuckles and laughs that Fili produced were always deep and full of mirth. Almost like a father or an uncle it seemed. Kili's were much more child-like and pure excitement. Occasionally they turned sultry. Sometimes they slipped into a deep sensual laugh, those were nice, maybe even my favorite. The dwarf in question rose from the opposite end of the log and snatched his bow off the ground, trudging into the forest.

"Where is he off too," I muttered. Ori, whom took a seat next to me shrugged.

The stew was done shortly, everyone tucking in and eating earnestly. Gandalf ate quickly and rose, "Thank you for the find Laurel, but I must be off to attend to something quickly. I will meet back with the company on the other side of the mountain in a few days."

No one said anything, just because from what I could tell was Gandalf left and came back frequently. Night soon fell and Kili had yet to return.

"Is anyone going to go look for him," I asked his brother, "what if something happened to him?"

"He is probably hunting," he responded simply, "or he is waiting for you to follow him for a quick romp."

I choked on the stew, "E-excuse me?"

The blond erupted into laughs, patting me on the back to assist me with my choking. Just as tears threatened to spill over my cheeks from the harshness of the stew going down my windpipe, I saw Kili emerge from the woods, pulling something behind him.

"Durin's beard," Fili muttered, rising to get a better look.

Behind Kili was a large animal, and once he got closer to the fire I was able to see it was one of the largest bucks I ever laid my eyes on.

"Oh he's pruning himself alright," Dwalin chuckled from across the fire.

"Pruning," I asked confused.

"It's the process of a dwarf making himself more presentable for mating," Fili muttered as Kili drew closer. "He is going to present you with the deer, he expects you to prepare it."

"Why," I muttered back.

I did not receive my answer though. Instead Kili came to a stop, panting softly before me, dragging the beast of a buck and dropping its hind legs. "When you're done Bombur will cook it."

No other words were said. Instead he crossed to the other side of the fire and stared intently at myself.

"He is proving that he is more suit for you. You said you wanted deer," Fili laughed poking the dead animal, "so he brought you back the biggest one I have ever seen, showing he can provide. Normally he would cook it after you prepare it, but Bombur makes everything taste better."

"Has anyone got a rope," I asked. I got a lot of head shakes and 'no's.

Of course.

Pulling out the dagger I was given, I slipped to the ground to sit in front of the animal. I would have to make the best of it I suppose. The dagger was sharp and made it easy to cut into the belly, but not too deep so that I didn't cut the intestines. It was messy to say the least, I had to keep scooting to keep from getting drenched in the blood. Fili handed me leather ties so that I could tie essential parts closed to keep the meat pristine.

"If you look at him," Fili whispered lowly, "he is stroking his beard. He would normally be braiding it to show its thickness and length, but since he does not have much length, that will not do him much good.

"Soon he will probably end up braiding his hair for the same reason, and eventually he will remove his shirt to show his body to you so you can see his strength."

"Dear lord," I muttered, "jealous barbarians."

I struggled when it came to cutting the sternum, but when I put my weight into it I was able to get it all the way through. Next I had to remove the skin, cringing because it was my least favorite part. Fili attempted to help me move the carcass so that I could remove the skin on the opposite side, but I nudged him away. Shortly after I heard a soft growl, my eyes darting up to find Kili bent over with his fingers in his hair, glaring at his brother. Each of the dwarves were talking quietly, watching me as I worked.

"If the maiden needs help with the dressing of the animal," Fili continued after he backed away, "the dwarf that presented it should help. He sees me trying to help you, which he takes it as me trying to help provide for you."

Jesus, they were fucking barbarians.

"We won't all be able to eat all of this thing," I muttered, "so we'll just eat half of it I suppose. It won't last through the night anyway, it will spoil."

I started to cut out steaks. They were big steaks, enough to have one or sometimes two for each of us. Bombur rose and waddled over to me to take five or six steaks at a time, rinsing them with a couple of water pouches they had. Once all the steaks I cut out were taken and cleaned, I wiped at my forehead with my wrist, probably smearing blood everywhere. I dared look at Thorin to try and determine his mood. It was then he decided to stand and speak.

"The Halfling fed us earlier, and thanks to Kili we were fed again, tonight we feast like kings," he roared in cheer. The rest of the dwarves shouted as well, each rising to thump Kili on the back. His dark brown eyes never leaving my form, raking over all the aspects.

"I want the antlers," I told him plainly as he looked at me. It was a nice eight-point rack, nice thick bases and almost perfectly even on either side. 

Surprise didn't take me when he rose and borrowed Dwalin's axe, tossing it over one shoulder and pulling the deer by one leg over to the side of our camp site. He returned within ten minutes, presenting me with the top half of the scull and twelve-point rack. He must have rinsed it as well because there was little traces of blood to see. I set it aside and watched as he disappeared with the deer carcass.

"Must have really made him jealous," his brother laughed once more. "Have never seen him pruning before."

When he returned, he grabbed a plate from Bombur and a steak, kneeling before me and handing me the plate. "Thank you," I whispered, picking up the warm meat with my bare hands and started to tear into the meat. A soft smile tugged on the corners of his lips, he rose and returned with another plate of his own; and pushed his brother from the spot next to me to take his seat.

The group—and even myself—burst into a round of laughter. The tension was finally gone, and everyone started to talk again as if nothing ever happened.

"Are you done pruning yet brother," Fili slapped him on the back.

The steak was marvelous, one of the best deer I had ever eaten. It was juicy and cooked just the way I liked it. I felt as though I was a mess, because the juices dribbled down my chin, not to mention I was covered in blood. The plate sat next to me, and I sighed in contentment.

Kili bent down, slipping his arms around my knees and back, "Come along now little doe," he muttered, "I will take you to clean up."

"Little doe," I laughed softly in question.

Since night had fallen, soreness started to creep in and tried to drag me to sleep. All the walking and the hour it took to prepare the deer had me almost exhausted. As Kili carried me bridal style through the trees, I released another content sigh and let my head fall back against his shoulder.

"You had nothing to be jealous of," I muttered, pulling on the large braid he placed in his hair. A scoff left him. "I am serious. It's your brother of all people, I would never do that to you."

We arrived at a smaller stream, Kili kneeling down to set me at the edge of it. He ripped a piece of fabric from this shirt and wet it before bringing it up to my face. The ice cold water had me bolt to awareness, but grateful for the wake up. I didn't want to fall asleep before we got back to the camp. Once my face and neck were cleaned of blood and leftover deer, he attempted to try and wipe the blood from my clothes.

"Don't worry about it," I took the rag from his hands and continued to wipe my own. "And stop pruning or whatever they called it, I can clean myself."

"I apologize," he muttered, "I just saw Fili and you laughing and smiling with his arm around you—I just saw red. Then he carried you on his back…"

The moonlight lit the trees and shimmered off the creek, all the stars and beautiful hues of blue and purple amazing me. Kili kicked his feet above the water’s edge in tune with my own.

With a sigh I crawled into his lap so I sat astride, throwing my arms around his waist. "You don't ever have to think of that of me," I sighed, "I just don't know if I can give you what you want Kili."

"What is it you think I want?"

I had the hinting suspicion that sex was one of the things, but I would not say it was the only thing. Kili may have chased a lot of elves, but through the years he's come to care for me at least as a friend. As of late I could tell that it ran deeper than just friendship, or a quick romp in the woods as Fili said.

"For this thing between us to progress," I murmured, eyes trying to find his own for confirmation of what I said.

"This is true," he whispered, smile evident while he cupped my face, "not just physically Laurel, I want everything."

"I don't know if I can give you everything."

"Can I at least have something for now," he asked breathlessly.

If it made him happy, I suppose. With a small nod I threaded my fingers through his braid, tilting his head to mine so that I could taste his lips. The last and only kiss we shared was heated and hurried, not even real. This time I was determined to make it last and mean something.

Just as I remembered, his lips were soft and velvety against my own, but real. It was a feeling I would love to feel all over my body. His one hand grasped my hip to pull me closer while the other fingered my hair as well. A jolt of pleasure came over me when he slanted his mouth open, tongue seeking out my own. The first touch of it tangling with mine had me moaning softly.

Kili grunted, hands leaving my hair and picking me up completely to throw each of my legs around his waist. At this position I could feel the hardness in his pants pressed up against my bottom. I kissed him back with more heat, my lips pushing back harshly as I pulled his head closer to my own. Every movement was pleasure spiking right to my core.

One of his hands fisted in my hair and yanked my head backwards so his lips could attack my neck. A louder moan ripped through me, coming out as a mewl at the last second. Teeth started to nip at my neck while his other hand slipped over and unknowingly undid the buttons of my vest. Another gasp left me when his hand encased my clothed breast. It felt good, too good.

Finally we were both making noises of pleasure, his hand fondling me while I took the time to kiss his neck and experiment biting him as well. In moments we were rocking into one another, the best jolt of pleasure I ever felt going right to my core. Heat and tingling bliss radiated from my center as it rubbed up against his length through our clothes.

"Oh Kili," I moaned, "too much."

His hands moved from my breast and hip to cup either side of my face where he pulled me into another soft kiss.

"Thank you little doe," he panted, "that was glorious. I will have prune around you more often."

Previous Chapter << Chapter 9: Following the Path of Jealousy

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[ivyfics]

With Me - Chap 5

Even as an alive person, Tetsurou wasn’t easy to live with. He knows that much at least, fleeting memories of frustration and roommate agreements floating around his head.

Not much has improved with him as a not-alive person either.

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Pairing: KuroTsuki Rating: M Chaps: 5/? (May change in the future) Additional Tags: Ghost!Kuroo, Haunted!Tsukishima, Tiniest bit of crack, Future angst.

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“You are not walking out that door wearing that. Absolutely not.” Tetsurou floats, hands on his hips. Works on learning how to give someone the evil eye.

“Can you hear that?” Kei pauses, hand stilling where he’s tying his shoes. He tilts his head to the side and closes his eyes straining to hear. “It’s me, not caring.”

Kuroo is used to Kei being an absolute little shit by now, so he only scoffs. “You have such a nice ass and you waste it–squander it!–on ill-fitting garments. What has your ass ever done to you? Don’t you fucking grab those shoes!”

Kei pointedly ignores him, sliding his feet in, retying his already perfectly secure shoelaces. He’s a bunny-ears type of guy and it makes it worse for Kei to be ignoring him on purpose while making bunny ears with his laces.

Tetsurou shimmers close, unties the other one side, and starts tying it again, no bunny ears on sight.  Kei tries to bat at him. “Don’t micromanage me. Go away!”

Tetsurou swerves before Kei can make contact and when he’s a safe distance away from Kei’s long arms, he pulls on the end of the hoodie’s string until it’s uneven.

Tetsurou hates that thing. Loathes it. “I’ll burn that thing!”

“Excuse me!?” Kei tightens the knot with deliberate force. “I get no respect in this house. This is my place! I pay rent!”

That feels like an unfair shot, Tetsurou has never had to pay rent because he doesn’t live here (Or at all, really.) “Yeah, well, I was here first.”

“You bitch.”

“Asshat.”

Kei’s alarm goes off and he pulls himself away from their squabble. “I’m going to be late today.”

Wednesdays are study group sessions for Kei. He gets home and immediately dives into bed until Tetsurou pesters him to at least change into pajamas. On the days where he’s especially annoying, he might get Kei to have a snack before bed. “Play nice with your study group. Take off your earphones once in a while, talk to another human being.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

“Don’t forget to eat if it’s getting late. Have a power break. Keep hydrated!”

“Yes, Mom. ” Kei walks away, middle finger high in the air.

Tetsurou doesn’t know it yet, but he started a war that day.

Even as an alive person, Tetsurou wasn’t easy to live with. He knows that much at least, fleeting memories of frustration and roommate agreements floating around his head.

Not much has improved with him as a not-alive person either. He’s nosy and too loud sometimes, he doesn’t hold his thoughts when he should. It’s not surprising that there are, occasionally, consequences to him being himself.

But this? This is going over the line.

Kei’s made a game of it, after their little spat last week. He’s turned it into slow, drawn-out torture. Taken all of the minuscule malice that lives in his gigantic body and poured it into the most miserable punishment.

Kei walks out of the bathroom already dressed. He comes out and stands, just stands, hands in his pockets, and manufactured aloofness radiating from his every pore.

Kuroo stills.

He looks once, twice, and gasps. “I don’t hate it. I don’t hate you in that. This is a mistake.”

There’s glee somewhere in Kei's expression. Hidden underneath all those layers of smugness and superiority, Kei is happy Tetsurou likes how he looks, he’s sure of it.

Maybe.

Maybe Tetsurou has finally lost the last marble he didn’t know he still had.

Kei is wearing what Tetsurou would consider the most obnoxious bright yellow tracksuit and he looks… so fucking good. Like Good good.

Like ‘Tetsurou might have tried to pick him up in a past life’ good. It’s slouchy and baggy and cool, somehow, matching to a tee with Kei’s pre-sleep vibe. The one that makes his eyes heavy and half-lidden and his expression slack. His limbs are leaden heavy and every move is set half a step slower.

It makes Tetsurou feel weird. Fizzy.  He doesn’t know how to cope with it. “I’m sick.”

“You’re not sick,” Kei fires back. “You’re a ghost, you can’t get sick”

Tetsurou stammers. He feels off and Kei makes something inside him turn. He doesn't like turning, wants no part of it, no siree. He’s sick . “Oh, how do you know that, Mr.Ghost-Expert?”

“Can you get sick?” Kei's tone is mockingly bland.

“I don't know. What if this is ghost sick? Could I re-die? Like dead but a deeper level of dead.”

Kei’s eyes go nearly white with his exaggerated eye roll. Tetsurou half wants to smack him and half wants to run away and hide in between the walls for thirteen eons.

Kei gets home late one evening, walks in, drops everything, and stands in the middle of this kitchen. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Do you have to?“ Kei pleads. “Is there nothing else you could do?”

Tetsurou doesn’t pay attention to him at all, engrossed in his show.“What?"

"Kuroo."

Kei’s tone has him turning to see him.

Ah.

Tetsurou shrugs. “Pretend I am a cat. Accept my quirks with grace and a little loss of dignity.”

Kei closes his eyes, defeated, for a moment. He opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again.“Cats don’t crawl on walls.”

Tetsurou doesn’t move from his perch on the wall beside the window. “Only because of physics.”

“I could have lived somewhere else. Rented the other apartment. It smelled like mothballs, old pizza, and weed.”

“Uh-huh.”

Kei carries on, voice warping with his trek to the bedroom. “‘ This one is cheaper ’, I said. ‘ What’s a little ghost now and again’ , I thought?”

Tetsurou lets him be. “Fucked yourself over with that one my friend. Ghost time is all the time.”

Rain, this far up, is soundless. A soft cushion from the everyday noises that reach them from the outside, a barrier sprinkling from the sky. Rain falls.

Storms rage. They are loud winds beating against the side of buildings, announcing their violence with gusts like fists that carry darts of raindrops and shuddering cries of thunder. Unignorable.

Alive.

Tetsurou sighs, contented. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

The storm hasn’t disturbed Kei’s reading against the couch. He’s one of those people who shift, hasn’t been able to be still in one place while devouring pages. He started on the couch, sitting against the arm. He’s on the floor now, sitting with his legs crossed on the second-hand rug his brother sent him in the mail. It doesn’t go very well with the rest of the room with its odd orange circles and green lines, but a rug is a rug and the shabby hair looks soft, even if it’s worn in places.

Kei burned through half of his book since before the storm became one and at this pace, he’ll be done before bedtime. “I thought you liked it when it was sunny?”

He does. He very much does love to gorge on sun until he’s drunk. Storms have that same vitality, energy pouring out of the sky and beating itself against concrete and glass. “I like sunny days and storms. Rain is very middle ground. Overcast is neither here nor there so I don’t like those very much.”  It’s quite poetic, really, seeing as Tetsurou is the embodiment of neither here nor there.Maybe it’s just sad. He’d rather think it’s poetic. “I love storms.”

Kei hums in agreement. Someday Tetsurou will learn how he can make even a hum sound patronizing. “Of course you do. Isn’t it like ghost law?”

“What?”

“It starts storming, and out come the creepy ghosts to murder everyone?”

Tetsurou sputters, offended. “I am not a creepy murder ghost. I’m a cute, helpful ghost.”

Kei almost chokes on the scoff that comes out of him. “Sure.”

Tetsurou is about to refute with a ten-point list of why he is a cute, helpful ghost before he’s interrupted by a flash of light, followed by a deafening crack of thunder that plunges them into darkness.

Kei lowers his book to his lap, throws a mildly annoyed glance at the speckled window. He looks up at the ceiling when he’s bored of watching rain hit the window. Let’s out a deep, bored sigh when there’s nothing else to do. “So. What tricks do you have?”

“Tricks”

Kei doesn’t even look at him. “Yeah. Ghost things. Spooky stuff. Tricks. ”

“I'm not a dog.”

“I wish you were a dog.”

Tetsurou smirks. Kei is not ready for this. This is his moment. Finally, he's going to scare Kei shitless and win this thing. He focuses on Kei, on the way he looks around, his human eyes finally getting used to the drastic shift in lighting. He’s relaxed, at ease with the noise and the thunder. Lightning strikes at a distance, it’s light faint through the sheets of water. It sets Kei’s face alight for a moment, bouncing off his glasses and Tetsurou admires his penchant for timing by releasing his question straight into Kei’s head exactly at that moment. What kind of dog?

Kei's shoulders go up with a jump, a choked gasp. His head swings forward with a jerk to look at Tetsurou.

Tetsurou riots. Just gives it all in one big evil villain laugh. Finally!

“Not funny.”

“ Au contraire , my friend, t’was very funny.”

“What the hell was that?”

“Oh, you know, a little creepy murder ghost action.”

Kei rubs at his temple. “So you can just talk into people’s heads. That’s neat. Just great.”

“Hey, you’re the one who asked for tricks.”

“If you can do that then why do you talk normally?”

Tetsurou shrugs.

He doesn't want to forget what it feels like to have a conversation, even with himself, to talk out loud. Losing words feels like losing more humanity. He doesn’t want to forego words for thoughts but Kei doesn’t need to know that.  “It’s a bit rude, talking into people’s heads all the time.”

“Fair point,” Kei concedes with a nod, always one for politeness. It takes him thirty seconds to break from pretending he doesn’t want to know. His tongue clicks on his teeth, mild tone betraying the twitching of the hand not holding his book, thumb jammed on the page he was reading. He seems to notice he’s still holding it and places next to his knee after gently folding down a corner. “So, what else can you do?”

“Other than that, not much that you haven’t already seen.”

“Can you make other people see you?”

Kei looks at him, dissecting his expression. Tetsurou doesn’t know what he’s looking for but being on the end of Kei scrutiny always makes him antsy. “Uh, haven’t really tried?”

That is a lie, a bold-faced lie he hopes Kei doesn’t catch.

Of course, he’s tried. He tried, and tried and tried. It never worked. Nobody saw him. Nobody listened to him.

Nobody but Kei.

There are other things Tetsurou can do.

He can be solid but not for long. It drains him until he loses his shape and starts to phase through things unwittingly, making him feel as if there were two tons of bricks weighing him down for a while. He had to learn how to stop going through shit. It was so annoying, trying to grab onto something and going through it instead.

To make himself solid is not to return to his body. It’s not summoning a physical copy. Tetsurou is not flesh and blood. It is to steel the rawness of the entity that he is, pure unadulterated energy. Create a case around it, add weight but still feels like a ghost.

Thankfully, Kei doesn’t catch on and moves along. “Can you possess things? Make the couch cushion possessed?”

“Objects are a different thing. You see me move shit around all the time.”

“But is it like...Telepathically?”

Kei has been curious about it for a while, Tetsurou can guess, hearing the hidden excitement in his voice. “Yes. No. More like, a magnet, I guess?”

Tetsurou basically tapes the energy coming off of him to the energy left behind on objects until he can move them. Objects don’t particularly feel anything but if it’s a big object Tetsurou will feel very icky so he tries to avoid doing all of these things at all costs.

Then he opens his big mouth and gives Kei unsolicited information. “For humans, it feels wrong.”

It’s the best he can come up with to describe it.  The energy of living human people is a cobweb of light surrounding them and what they touch. Strings upon strings of energy spooled together and slowly unraveling on all the things they come in contact with. Kei’s are a mix of—as a big Fuck you! to Tetsurou himself– yellow and orange, with some shiny black coming through very rarely.

He hates human strings. Every time he’s run through them even on accident it’s thrown him for a loop straight into hell. Minus zero out of ten, would definitely not recommend.

Kei gives him a look, a full one, with pursed lips and thinking eyebrows.

Tetsurou sighs. “You want to feel, don’t you?”

He nods. “I wanna feel.”

“Dude, it’s going to feel bad. Like, Awful bad.”

Kei juts out his hand, unphased. Tetsurou reluctantly brings his own hand forward, slowly, to give Kei a chance to change his mind. He doesn’t. The tip of Tetsurou’s finger glides over the top of Kei’s palm, phases through the barest amount, and a shock runs through his arm. Kei pulls away first and stares at his hand, runs the fingers of his free hand over the spot Tetsurou touched over and over.

He trips over his words trying to get them out. “It's like ice but more.”

“That’s...pretty accurate actually.” The freezing cold of the universe doesn’t solely belong to the void of endless black among the stars. For Tetsurou it’s frost burn, menthol invading his nose and his chest until he’s sure he’ll shatter.

“How?”

“As you know, there is not much material in the So now you’re transparent department, but I’ve thought about this a lot, so I think I have it down.”

He appreciates Kei’s restraint at the lack of an eye roll, but even in the dark, he can sense the twitch in Kei’s eyelid. “I think people who are compatible just have compatible energy. That spark everyone talks about. Some people aren’t so it feels icky.”

Kei does not appreciate his scientific breakthrough. “What?”

He rewinds a couple of steps. “Energy transfers through touch. It’s why it feels… icky to touch people. Alive people, I mean. For me. I—It’s not meant for me anymore. I’m different so it feels weird. It’s not compatible energy so you feel the oddness. Things—like the walls and stuff—they get charged with the energy of the stuff around them. Your bed, the counter, all of that.”

“My bed?”

“Yeah, your bed has your strings all over it.”

“That sounds so wrong,” Kei shudders out and closes his eyes, leaning his head against the wall. The rain has picked up, drowning out everything else but the two of them, enveloped in the shadows of Kei’s books and the peek of moonlight valiantly sailing through the storm, reaching past the windows to die on the floorboards. A brave, silent death, beaten down by the sound of the wind slapping raindrops against glass. It’s a painting, a vignette of quiet.

Kei’s breathing is even, not daring to disturb the storm raging outside. “Hmm. Tell me more about these...strings I apparently leave all over my bed.”

Tetsurou matches the sound as best he can. He’s guessing at the volume, imagines his vocal cords in his mind’s eyes, and wills them to be calm. “Over everything, really. Just by being around it, it becomes a little more yours. It soaks up who you are, how you feel.”

“Everything should be yours, then,” Kei says, “since you’re here all the time.”

Tetsurou doesn’t leave anything behind. He doesn’t own anything anymore, really, other than what is left of him, his thoughts and his words; but Kei is happy and content with that lazy smile of his he’s probably not aware he’s showing and Tetsurou is not in the business of making Kei unhappy. He’ll be the scary, creepy ghost that owns Kei's apartment and that comes out during thunderstorms.

He laughs it off and they talk for hours and hours in low voices and hushed tones while water beats around them and Tetsurou expressly does not dwell on how much he wishes he could leave something of himself behind in their shared four walls, or own something inside the apartment other than his thoughts.

Bladder pressing down on his need for sleep, Kei crawls out of bed, hands smudging his glasses. If he’d exert the effort of putting them on properly he wouldn’t have walked into a wall, but you live and you learn. Halfway to the bathroom, he stops. The window is open, curtain fluttering with sporadic gusts of wind.

Were he someone else, he’d think of stories of spirits and things from the great beyond told in the dark.

On the windowsill is Kuroo, face lax, and centered on faraway worlds. The ink of his hair blends with the shade of the almost raggedy navy fabric, shoulders slumped and curled where he hugs a single knee against his chest.

Save for now, Kuroo has always looked alive.

Splashes of moonlight dance on his skin, bursts aided by the blowing breeze, light on ivory.

Kei is half asleep, surely, to think that whatever ethereal being is perched on his windowsill is made of the same energy as the bumbling nerd leaving obscene drawings on his mirror.

Whoever, whatever it is, they are filled with melancholy seeping through their form, pools of something beyond Kei’s ability to comprehend with his sleep-addled mind in the half-lidded gaze peering up at the moon.

Kei goes back to his room with slow steps, lays back on the bed, bathroom break forgotten. Slumber pulls him back, witching hour casting a veil of untruth to his late-night sightseeing until he wakes an hour later, bladder screaming.

When Kei wakes next, fully, late night memories are cast as fleeting dreams that manage to escape him in the rays of sunshine now slanting through his blinds, body tangled up underneath covers and a blanket of something close to sadness on his shoulders.

Kei’s missing something, he knows.

It follows him when brushing his teeth, when he drops his toast butter-side down on the floor when he steps on gum on his way to class. He doesn’t have a clue what it might be.

The next couple of nights find him sleepless.

Kei tosses and turns until he gives up, flinching when his feet meet cold tile. He slumps to the living room defeated and wanting company to distract him from his lack of sleep.

Instead, he’s met with a specter.

The odd wave that chokes him is déjà vu , he knows, but the once useless factoid of its opposite lives within that moment too. A new friend with an old face, twisted and blended in mismatching, perfectly fitting parts, stumbling into an unknown place for the millionth time.

Jamais vu has never made sense until it has.  

Kuroo doesn’t register his presence at all.

He’s torn between calling out for comfort and breaking the spell that has fallen over them silently.

One more look at Kuroo and he’s set.

Kei’s sheets are as unforgiving as when he first rose.

[bigskydreaming]

@princeescaluswords tagged me in a fanfic ask meme, and I’m loling at how few of the questions I can actually answer, because I swear I’ve literally forgotten more fandoms than most people will ever have. And I’ve probably written a good couple million words of fanfic all in total....

I know with just my first fandom alone, Roswell, I was in that one writing regularly for about three years and wrote and published probably a million words between the six or so ‘big fics’ I wrote......21 Down topped out at just over 200K, my Paradise Lost trilogy was probably a little longer as I think Genesis and Exodus were both around 80K and Revelations was probably closer to 100K. Riders of the Storm was around 120K.....Passage to Dawn I never actually finished because I scrapped it halfway through and started over.....and my revised version left off at around 50K I think, but the previous version before that had gotten up to 100K......and then I honestly can’t remember the names of my other two big fics at the moment, lmfao, I just know I had one more that was an amnesia trope fic and one that was....oh! Never mind, just remembered. The Long Dark Night of the Soul was one of my shorter ones, probably somewhere between 60-80K.

But yeah, that was just my first fandom alone......but fandom was a little different then, like in the sense that nobody was really writing posts about meta or episode or character analysis......Roswell fandom existed almost entirely on various messageboards and linked sites created by the community. It was years before Ao3 of course, and while ff.net was around, Roswell was one of those fandoms that just never congregated around it......people posting Roswell fics on ff.net were the outliers, the majority of fandom was centered around sites like roswellfanatics.net, crashdown.com and my personal site/board of choice to hang out and post at, polarattraction.com. I’m pretty sure all of those sites have been defunct for years, and I wish I’d done a better job of saving some of my own fics at least, lol. But point is, the fandom was geared just towards the writing and consumption of fanfic more than anything else......so if you were writing something, it was either a fic itself, or a comment on somebody else’s fic, lol. 

Anyway, was just reviewing my various past fandoms, the ones I could remember, and thought of Dark Angel fandom, which I haven’t thought of in forever. Which is kinda funny to me, actually, considering my focus in DA fandom was pretty much exactly my focus in Batfandom - the found family feels.

LOL. Like, I was never one of the better known writers in DA fandom given that my focus was not really the same as most of fandom’s. DA fandom was largely split into two camps locked in eternal ship war - Logan/Max and Alec/Max. I had by this time ‘evolved’ to the point of looking at this and just snobbishly intoning “I do not care for the Straightness of this all and thus I choose to Abstain from the conflict” so there was that at least.....but yeah, thing was, personally, I was in Dark Angel fandom for the found family feels. Max’s eternal search for her siblings she’d been raised with but lost track of when they escaped from Manticore as children.....like that was the good stuff, that was what drew me in and kept me under lock and key until I’d banged out a good couple years’ worth of constant fic writing about her and her siblings before I moved on.

But while Max’s search for her siblings was the catalyst and central plot of the first season of Dark Angel, fandom pretty much only ever took off with the introduction of Alec in the second season, when it became an either/or choice between Alec and Logan. And with most of the second season moving away from Max’s search for her family to focus more on the larger big-picture plots, combined with the fact that most of Max’s siblings never actually made an appearance onscreen.....understandably, they didn’t end up occupying too much of a role in most of fandoms’ fics or interests.

Anyway, like I said, I churned out a shit ton of DA fanfic in a pretty short period of time....my single most popular fic was probably one about transgenics racing to find a cure when they realize they’d been genetically engineered to all ‘expire’ by a certain age, since their creators had no use for genetically engineered super-soldiers past the prime of their lives.

But my personal fave bits of writing, and the series I reeeeeeally regret not saving and wish I could find again, like, there was this one series of one-shots (ranging from a couple thousand words long to some that were about 20-30K long) written about each of Max’s siblings.....all fifteen of them, lol. Jondy’s was the first one I wrote, and one of the first things I wrote in that fandom, and then I just added new stories to that particular series up until Jack’s, the very last one a couple years later....which I THINK was the last thing I ever wrote/posted in that fandom.

And since we only ever met about half of these characters on the show, and most of them only for an episode each, for the most part they were blank slates and the equivalent of writing OCs......and so I’ll always have a soft spot for my time in DA fandom solely because of how many people told me my version of Max’s various siblings was like, the definitive version for them and what they based their own fics or takes on her siblings on. Swoon. Like, that’s my favorite kind of compliment, especially in fanfic writing.

So that series was my Big Thing even if it wasn’t my most popular or well-known fic, and the various stories in it were weird and whimsical and largely experimental. Because part of the point of fic writing for me instead of writing original fic is its like....fanfic is often the place where I just get weird with my writing and try new things even just stylistically. See what works and what doesn’t, etc.

Anyway, kinda curious if there’s anyone out there who was in Dark Angel fandom at all to any degree, or if any of these sound familiar or if anyone remembers reading them.

Like, so Jondy was Max’s sister who we never met in canon but Max talked about often as being her favorite sibling, and her story in this series was called “Little Lightning Girl.” In it she was a stripper slash vigilante, who used her job to take note of predatory guys who then she preemptively scared away from her coworkers or ran totally out of town. I forget how it went exactly, but that one was written as though it was all her stream of consciousness, and she had to my mind a kind of chaotic, whimsical sort of nature, so there was something in there like: 

“Call me little lightning girl, for I’ve lightning in my veins. My hair is always frizzy, my steps all flicker-shimmy-shake. But when I strike, boom, clap, I’m thunder in reverse - by the time you hear the rumble, its already too late. That was you hitting the ground. Don’t hurry getting up. I can wait.”

And then Zane’s story was called “Zen and the Art of Not Breaking Your Customer’s Fucking Face (remember, its bad for business).”

Brin’s was “I Wasn’t Born Yesterday (but yesterday, I remember being very small).”

Zack’s was “Rules For When The Sky Is Falling (and this time it isn’t your fault).”

Syl’s was “The Kind of Girl You Bring Home to Meet Your Parents (when you’ve got the kind of parents that need killing).”

Ben’s was “They keep telling me I’m crazy (I say its the world that’s gone mad).”

Tinga’s was “A Storybook Kind of Princess (with a Grimm kind of happily ever after)” and Krit’s was “The Good Die Young, So Boy, You Better Be Bad.”

Kavi’s was “I Never Learned How To Play Ball (striking out comes naturally).”

Vada’s was “Chase Me To The Desert and Watch Me Live, I Bet I’ll Thrive (you better believe I was born to survive).”

And then Seth’s was “All Her Brothers’ Keeper (you keep your secrets and I’ll keep the watch).”

And though technically not escapees with the rest of them, I am anal and a completionist, so of course I had to write ones for Eva, Jack and Jace too. 

Eva’s was “Big Sisters Know Best (so when I say I’ll die for you, just say thank you and live).” 

Jace’s was “Leopards Never Change Their Spots (but why worry about my 5% leopard when I’m 10% shark). 

And Jack’s was “Shelter The Innocent (but don’t look at the boy without shelter and say that boy, he’s no good).”

Anyway, been randomly thinking about those today now. Well, not randomly since I can follow the train of thought that led me to thinking about them, but you know what I mean. Its just kinda funny to me that I do remember those particular stories so well when there’s entire other fandoms I can barely remember writing in at all. And DA fandom wasn’t even one I was in all that long, ever knew too many other people in, or like....idk. I definitely, definitely have written much more well read and frequently commented upon stories than that fairly random little series of almost-OCs, but for some reason it stuck around in my head a lot longer and a lot more clearly than a ton of other stuff.

[logancreatesworlds]

The Arrangement

Author’s Note:  So I’ve been mulling this theme over for a while and I finally decided to write it.  So many people liked ‘The Divorce’ so I hope this “prequel” is just as good.  Enjoy!

Oh and here’s the link to The Divorce if anyone wants to read it.  Hope y’all enjoy that too.

Special thanks to @wakanda-inspired​​  for being so supportive.  You rule sis!

Warnings:  Nothing much, just curse words and strong sexual references.

Disclaimer:  None of the images used are mine.

They say that gods are all powerful, that they can do whatever they want.

A part of that is true.  

Zeus can strike down anyone he wished with lightning.

Poseidon holds dominions over the ocean.

Yet, people also say the we are slaves to our own desires like pride, greed and lust.

Gods - with their many illegitimate children and mistresses, certainly are no exception.

So, which is it, are they all powerful or not?

You, the goddess of springtime, never considered yourself to super extraordinary.

Sure, you helped the human with their crops and could make beautiful flowers, but if Zeus was the king on the chessboard then what were you?

Right, a pawn.

It wasn’t that you desired power though, your mother did that for you.

Yes, you loved her as much as any child could ever love her mother.

But, she - like many goddesses, could never just let things be.

“You need a husband,” Demeter nagged, “A powerful one.”

“Mama,” you groaned, your toga billowing the breeze as the two of you walked in her garden elbow-in-elbow, “I do not wish to be married.”

“We are women, child.  It does not matter what we wish in this world.  Now I’ve considered some prospects for you,” your mother spoke, “but you need to approve them.”

“Fine.  Go ahead.”

“Apollo?”

You pictured the blond sun god in your head.

“Handsome, and he’s not an ass, but he is currently infatuated with some human girl named Sharon Carter so that’s a no for me.  Moving on.”

“Ares.”

“Arrogant bastard with community penis.  Next.”

“Hermes?”

“Too quick for his own good, and Hecate will kill me if I sleep with her beloved brother,” you said dismissively.

“Fine,” your mother huffed, “...Hades?”

You stopped for a moment, considering the god of death.

“...No.”

“Persephone!”

“Mama you know I hate that name.  The humans gave me that title.”

“And you know I hate seeing my child with no man.  You are the goddess of spring and one of the most beautiful jewels on Mount Olympus.  I will not have my child wither away when she is worthy of so much more.”

You sighed, “Alright, just...give me some time to think it over.”

“Very well.  But I expect an answer soon.”

But you didn’t give your mother an answer soon - or at least, not soon enough for her liking.

Months later, you came back to your mother’s gardens, thinking it was just another visit.

“Morning Hebe,” you said to goddess of youth.

“Good morning Persephone.”

“Where is my mother?”

“She is in the dining room I think.  Some man is with her.”

“Some man?”

“Mhmm,” you mother’s cup bearer replied, “I have to go.  My shift is over and I have to be at Mount Olympus to serve Hera her precious ambrosia.  Later!”

Confused, you watched at Hebe left and walked to the dining room.

Your golden sandals clicked and clacked as you quickened your pace.

Mother hadn’t had an affair since before she had you.  Who was this man?

The servants silently opened the big white doors to the dining room and you saw your mother sitting there with a grim figure.

“Ah Persephone my dear.  I am glad you could make it,” she said, “Meet T’Challa, the god of death.  The humans call him...Hades.”

Your eyes widened as the god of death regarded you with cool dark eyes.

Aw shit.

The three of you ate in silence as you chewed on vegetables and feta cheese.

“This food is delicious Demeter,” Hades said respectfully.

“Well Hebe is a wonder in the kitchen.  We would have asked Hestia to provide the meal but she got tied up last minute.”

“Everything is fine.  Thank you for inviting me.”

“You are most welcome.  And I know my daughter is happy to see you as well.  Isn’t that right, Persephone?”

“Oh um...of course,” you said politely, not missing your mother’s cue, “It is an honor to have you here in our humble home.”

“The pleasure is mine,” the god replied, sipping his wine, “Especially when I am requested by such a young and beautiful flower.”

Your breath caught for a second when a drop of the wine he was drinking cascaded down his chin, neck and disappeared into the shadows below his strong chest.

Gods, he was fine.

A familiar feeling flecked between your thighs at the way the god smirked at you, and you knew you needed to excuse yourself.

“Oh no,” you huffed when you “accidentally” spilled wine on your toga, “I’m such a klutz.  I’ll be right back.”

With that, you left.

“Ugh...fuck,” you groaned quietly as you rubbed your clit.

It sucked that you decided to relieve your sexual frustration right in the middle of dinner, but a goddess had her needs.

Then, right when you were about to reach your climax...

KNOCK!  KNOCK!

Your eyes popped open.

“Coming,” you called, getting out of bed and putting your toga and gold crown back on.

When you opened the door, you were pushed backwards.

Hades closed the door.

“It is rude to push your way into a lady’s room,” you said coldly.

“It is even ruder to pleasure yourself while your mother has a guest downstairs.  Are you finished assaulting your pussy or should I give you some more time alone?”

“I wasn’t pleasuring myself,” you lied, “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if the elusive god of death likes to watch.”

“Oh I do.  Are you offering?”

“Fuck you,” you snapped, turning around.

Hades glared and pushed you down on your bed.

“Let me go,” you snapped as the god trapped your arms above you with one hand.

“No.”

“I’ll scream.”

“And let your mother find out her precious baby was masturbating during dinner?  Do it.  I dare you.”

You glared and steamed with silence as Hades seeped his strong hand down your thigh.

“Mmm,” he moaned with satisfaction, “You are quite pretty, aren’t you?  No, beautiful - no...exquisite.”

“What, you haven’t seen an attractive woman before?”

“Not as attractive as you.  Let’s see what other surprises you have.”

The god’s hand soon found its way between your legs.

“Wait,” you whispered, “Don’t touch that - oh fuck.”

Hades grinned wickedly as he rubbed around your clit.

“My,” he said, “You are full of surprises.”

“Let me go.  I do not like this.”

“Yes you do.  You love it.  And I’ll be you also love this.”

You gasped as the god of death curled up his index finger inside you.

“Oh yes,” he said, “That’s what I thought.”

“This is very unseemly.”

“Good.  That's the way I like it,” he said, pulling up your toga and spreading your legs as he lowered his head between them, “Do feel free to scream while your mother is downstairs.  It excites me.”

After Hades was done with you, the two of you stared up at the ceiling in nothing but your covers.

“My mother will be livid,” you said.

“Trust me.  She knows what we are doing.”

“How would she?  I made sure to be quiet.”

“You honestly do not know do you?”

“Know what?”

“Zeus and the other gods have voted that I need a wife.  Hera suggested you, and your mother agreed.”

You sat up, “She didn’t.”

“Yes she did.”

“No...she wouldn’t just...volunteer me like that.”

“Well she did.  And it worked out well,” Hades soothed, rubbing his hand down your spine, “You and I fit quite well together.  Literally.”

You sighed, “I suppose you are right.”

Your frown did not go unnoticed.

“Is it really that horrible considering me as your husband?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I just...I thought relationships would be different.  I’ve been with me before and most of them don’t even know what a clitoris is or how to stimulate it.  But you...  You are arrogant, and rude and too frank to be considered respectful-”

“Gee thanks,” Hades said sarcastically.

“But that was best sex I have ever had.”

Hades smiled, “Well if you marry me, we can fuck like that as much as you wish.”

“There is more to a marriage than sex.”

“But sex is a big part of it.  Come now, Kore.  Do not act as if you would not be unhappy in a relationship where your husband would never touch you.  A woman needs to be pleasured.”

He had a point.

“But we are so different.  What if we are not a good match?”

“What if we are?  We will have eternity to figure that out.  Now, do you want this arrangement?”

“Yes.”

“Then marry me,” Hades said, pulling you on top of him, “and be my queen.”

You sighed, “...Okay.”

The wedding was beautiful.  

All of the Gods, from Hera to Hecate to Hermes were there.

Zeus had offered to hold the ceremony on Olympus, and everything was shimmering gold.

Before the wedding commenced, you took it upon yourself to mingle with the other gods.

“You look lovely,” Hecate said, approaching you and giving you a cordial kiss on the cheek.

“Hecate,” you greeted, “So glad you could come.”

“I am glad I could come.  Not everyday that the forces of magic can rest so that their queen can take a break.”

“Well I am glad you are enjoying your rest.  Liking the festivities.”

“Quite.  But I would like to give you a word of advice.”

Her face turned serious as her eyes flashed red.

“Beware of The Divorce.”

With that, she turned and left.  But you were confused.

What was that about...?

That night, Hades led you to his bedroom.

“You have a lovely castle,” you commented.

The halls were ornate with gold and black.

“Thank you,” he said, “My mother was instrumental in creating much of the decoration.”

“You speak highly of her.”

“She is instrumental in my life.  When my father died, she held our family together.  You shall meet her later.”

“And then you and Ares met...”

“Yes,” Hades replied, recalling the stories he had told you, “We were not on the best of terms at first but now we are practically brothers.  But enough about me...”

He pushed you on the bed.

“Tonight is about us.”

And as Hades - or T’Challa as he later allowed you to call him, sunk down on top of you, you had one final thought of optimism.

Perhaps the arrangement between you two would work after all.

Author’s Note:  Aaaaaaaand that is all everybody!  Thanks for reading!  

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[thetreecorner]

I Thought I Lost You (Jackieboyman x Reader) Part 1

Request?: NOPE

Requested by who?: N/A

AU: Superhero/Villain AU

Characters: Jackie (Jackieboyman), Henrik, Marvin, Gender Neutral Reader, Brother!Dark

Warnings: Mentions of murder, attempted murder, cursing, angry Henrik

Words:  2076

A/N: This started as a drabble but then 8 pages later, here we are. There WILL be a part two! Any/All feedback is greatly appreciated. Shutout to @freckled-words who read over/edited this for me!!! If you don’t know who she is, go check her out, she’s a fantastic friend and an amazeballs writer!

You were never proud of your background.

Coming from the small, middle of nowhere town that you did, it wasn’t much of a surprise that you ended up where you were now. Most residents of your hometown tipped one way or the other on the scales of good and evil - you’d fortunately tipped in the opposite direction of your older brother, who was known to most as Dark.

He called his gifts a blessing, but you called them a curse. After all, what kind of a gift kills your parents? Granted, they hadn’t been the kindest individuals. But had they deserved such a cruel death?

You’d been over at your best friend - and now your partner in crime fighting - Jackie’s house for a sleepover when it happened. You remembered the rough-around-the-edges police officer coming by to tell you that your parents were dead and your brother was gone. At the time, it had been devastating. Looking back on it now, how could you not have seen it coming?

You, unlike your brother hadn’t been ‘blessed’ with any natural powers. Instead, your mother had given you a ring - she claimed it had been passed down through the generations, but when you looked at the polished, shiny silver ring, decorated with tiny thunder clouds, you found that a little hard to believe. When you’d asked your mom why she was giving it to you, she’d smiled and said, “So you can protect yourself” but she’d left out the, “from your brother” part, and you hadn’t known it then, but you knew it now.

You braced yourself for the impact of Dark’s oncoming attack. Fighting him hadn’t, in any way, been the original plan. Sure he was, as people called him, your arch enemy, but he had called you and Jackie up to tell you that he was willing to talk. The two of you had been cautious about accepting his offer - it wouldn’t have been the first time Dark attempted to lure the two of you in like this. It had been a dangerous decision - a stupid decision, you now realised. Henrik had been right when he said you would regret this.

The blast of dark energy burned cold across your skin, and you had to bite your tongue to keep from screaming. You knew that when you got back home, Henrik would scold you for forgetting your arm guards. That was, if you made it home alive.

Dark brought back his hand, prepared to strike you again when Jackie tackled him from behind. You sighed in relief, taking a moment to gather your bearings. You snapped once, expecting electricity to dance across your fingertips, but when it didn’t your heart dropped. Frantically you checked your fingers - your ring was gone.

“Looking for this?” Your head jerked up, watching as Jackie struggled against the large, shadowy hand that protruded from Dark’s own limb, pinning him to the ground. In his free hand, Dark held your ring, and you felt a wave of helplessness wash over you, “You should really keep track of your things.”

By the time you realised that Dark had slipped on your ring, it was too late.

“Say hello to mom and dad for me.” He taunted, throwing out his hand towards you. Inky black streaks of electricity shot from his fingertips, and before you could blink they collided hard into your chest plate.

You stumbled back blindly, and felt your calves hit something solid. You shrieked as you slipped on the slick rooftop.

Then, you were falling.

There was a loud, angry shout of your name followed by the sounds of struggle. In a moment of pure panic, you grabbed at a railing as you passed it, letting out a cry when your body jerked to a stop. Your shoulder felt as if it had been cut through, and the strain on your fingers was too great. You let go, too weak to hold on, and hit the ground hard. You took in a deep breath and held it, like holding your breath might make your pain disappear. It took all of your energy to pull yourself into a seated position.

Your armor was ruined. The lightning had burned a giant hole through your chest plate, and singed the fabric of your costume underneath. You pulled back your chest plate, and ripped the fabric of your costume until you could see the angry red of your shoulder - you just knew that Henrik would be fuming. And, of course, Robbie would be greatly disappointed too - it had taken him forever to sew yours and Jackie’s costumes.

You forced yourself to your feet, ignoring the black spots in your vision, and darted back towards the building’s entrance. The stairs which you and Jackie practically flew up when you’d arrived, now seemed to stretch on forever, each stomp of your foot against a step sending another shock of pain through your body.

If the sounds of Dark and Jackie tussling hadn’t scared you, the silence that washed over the rooftop definitely did.

“Jackie!” You cried, throwing open the door to the roof. Dark, no surprise, was nowhere to be seen. Unfortunately, neither was Jackie. “Jackie!” When no reply came, your panic spiked. “Jackie!”

You dragged your tired, worn out body back out onto the roof, collapsing to your knees. You crawled, wincing in pain as your eyes scanned over the rooftop. You practically cried in relief when you saw the red of Jackie’s boot sticking out from behind an air conditioning unit. Fueled by determination, you dragged yourself to him, putting his broken body into your line of sight. He was bloodied and bruised. The burn marks you usually saw on your enemies littered on his now bare chest, the lighting having burned through his costume. His eyes were shut.

“Jackie,” You grabbed his hand. He was burning up. “Jackie, wake up.” It was then that you noticed that his chest wasn’t moving - he wasn’t breathing. You grasped his hand tight and pulled yourself up to sit beside him. “No, no, please.” You sobbed, pulling his head up onto your lap. Dark blood caused his hair green hair to stick to his forehead. “Please you need to wake up.” The black spots in your vision were starting to become overwhelming, and you knew what you had to do.

You pressed a hand firmly onto Jackie’s hip. Nothing. You pressed against his other hip - there it was. You slipped your hand into Jackie’s pocket and took his magic beacon - a device Marvin had given him incase the two of you needed a quick escape. You didn’t even know if it actually worked - there was never a situation that you’d have to use it. You pressed down hard with your thumb, bringing the device to your lips, too weak to do much more.

“Please,” You whispered. “Please work.” You dropped the device and wrapped your arms securely around your fellow hero. If Dark was still here, there was no way you were going to let him kill Jackie.

You tasted the familiar zest of magic in the air and nearly cried out in relief as Marvin came into view. You could see his eyes widen behind his cat mask.

“Oh my lord,” He said when he saw you. He rushed to your side, pressing a hand against Jackie’s pulse.

“He’s not…” You whimpered. “He’s not breathing.” You choked out, pressing your palm firmly to your temple. The pain was becoming too much. “Marvin… Please…” The words died on your tongue as you blacked out.

---

When you woke up, it took you a moment to recognize that you were safely tucked into a hospital bed inside of Henrik’s clinic. Your eyes opened as Henrik was removing an I.V. from your arm.

“Ah. You are awake.” Henrik said curtly. You knew that tone - he was undoubtedly upset with you. And, in the moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You could see the glare in his eyes as you moved to sit up.

“Jackie-”

“Is alive.” Henrik sighed. He realised a little too late that he wasn’t going to be fast enough to stop you from bolting out of the bed, and angrily called out for you. “Get back in ze bed! You are still injured!”

Henrik’s clinic wasn’t very big, so you found the only other occupied room fairly quick. You threw open the door with such force that it startled your fellow superhero into a sitting position. His hair, now back to its natural brown, had been cleaned of blood. He was still connected to his I.V., a bag of... whatever healing potion Marvin had concocted. He looked much better than he had back on the roof - whatever it was Marvin had made was working well, and the sight of him sitting there alive sent you into a wave of tears.

“Jackie!” He had barely a moment to open his arms before you were jumping him. You pressed kisses frantically to his temples and cheeks, not noticing the way his cheeks tinted pink. You had been so scared back on that roof.

“Hey, hey, I’m okay-” You cut him off, seizing his face in your hands and pressing your lips firmly onto his own. You felt an arm slowly wrap around your middle, and Jackie pulled you down so that you were straddling him with his back against his pillow. You pulled back, eyes still shut, trying to hold back your sobs.

“I thought I lost you.” You rubbed your thumbs against the scruff on his cheeks. After a moment you opened your eyes, seeing for the first time his flushed face and bewildered gaze. “I’m so sorry Jackie… it’s all my fault.”

“The fuck do you mean?” You gasped as Jackie sat up, rather quickly, arm still around you to stop you from escaping. “How is any of this your fault?”

“My ring!” You persisted, showing him both of your hands to prove your point. “He took my ring and he..” you placed a palm gently against Jackie’s chest, noting that he winced slightly meaning Marvin’s potion hadn’t completely taken affect. “I should have seen it coming.” Jackie opened his mouth to argue, but the door slammed open revealing an aggravated Henrik.

“Vhat ze hell do you zink you are doing!” He asked you. “Did I say you could get out of the bed?! No!” You tried to argue, but it was in vain. “I don’t care vhat you have to say - I have put up with too much shit from the two of you recently and I am zis close to breaking. Back to your room. Now!” You looked back to Jackie, who could only shrug. Embarrassed, you slid off of Jackie’s bed and padded your way towards the door. You could feel Henrik’s eyes burning holes into your skin as you brushed past him and back into the hallway.

As you lifted your gaze, you saw Marvin approaching you, pulling his mask up to settle over his hair, which he had pulled back into a ponytail.

“I didn’t think you’d be up and around so soon.” He said with a smile.

“She shouldn’t be.” Henrik spoke, still inside Jackie’s room, but annoyance clear in his tone.

“Ah.” Marvin nodded. “Well, you two are very lucky you summoned me when you did.”

“I’m sorry,” You apologized. “Dark just… Overpowered us.”

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.” Marvin reassured you, placing a hand gently onto your uninjured shoulder. In that moment, it was as if all your fatigue hit you at once and your knees buckled momentarily. “We should probably get you back to your room, now.” You could only nod. Marvin slung your arm over his shoulder and the two of you hobbled back down the hall.

“It was stupid,” You said as Marvin helped you into bed. “To think that he’d change.” The magician shrugged.

“Would it be bad if I said ‘told you so’?” You glared at him.

“Yes.”

“Too bad,” Marvin said, crossing his arms. “Because I did. We all did.”

“Jackie didn’t.” You pointed out.

“Jackie’s an idiot.” Marvin scoffed. You rolled your eyes, pulling the thin white hospital sheet up to your chin, like it would make you disappear. You knew what you had to tell him next, and you knew he wasn’t going to like it.

“Hey Marv?”

“Yes?” He hummed.

“Dark… stole my ring.”

“He what?!”

[writingmask]

Diner Dog

Hey, y’all! This was my entry for the Fullmoon Fanzine! Finally posting it here!

Rated G

It all started with the dog.

Hanzo should have known better, of course, than to try to pet and feed stray dogs, especially ones that looked more like wolves than your average Canis lupus familiaris and were capable of knocking over the dumpster behind the diner despite having only three legs. But Hanzo couldn’t help himself; the poor thing was starving and alone and how could he resist those soulful amber eyes and mismatched ears?

Which was how he now found himself cursing his existence as he slumped over the cash register at The Triple Dragon Diner-- his brother’s choice of names, not his-- at 3:00am. The dog had a schedule, and Hanzo had for some God-forsaken reason decided to take the night shift to ensure the poor thing got his fill of leftover bacon and eggs, as well as the ever important tummy rubs.

Genji had laughed for an hour when he figured out why he, Hanzo Shimada, a man who practically worshipped the luxury of sleeping late now that they were out of their parents’ influence, was willing to take the night shift for two weeks straight.

The bell chimed as the door opened, distracting him from his litany of self-derived insults. As hard as it was to believe, there were actual customers during the night shift. Not many and usually some form of stoner, but they did come in for an early (or extremely late) breakfast. Hanzo looked up, his service smile already plastered on his face and…

Oh. The smile faltered, becoming something more genuine despite his best efforts. The scruffy man filling the doorway was a regular, a new one, but Hanzo could already count on him making an appearance at least once a night. Ordinarily, Hanzo would brush him off as another addict of some variety with a severe nightly case of the munchies, but as unkempt and tired as the man-- Jesse, he called himself-- seemed, he was too alert to be under any form of intoxicant.

“Howdy, darlin’,” he called wearily with a smile that brightened the entire room.

“Greetings,” Hanzo replied, fighting off the blush that appeared like clockwork around Jesse. “Your usual?”

“Please and thank you,” the man replied, plopping himself down on the bar stool in front of Hanzo and setting a tattered Stetson next to him.

Hanzo nodded before setting to work. Jesse’s usual was pretty much everything on the menu-- high in quantity and protein. Hanzo had no idea how he managed to pack it all away and not get sick, but the act itself was impressive. Whatever Jesse did for a living worked up an appetite.

Hanzo had once asked what Jesse did to keep him up at this unholy hour. He assumed it was some form of illegal activity or else top secret law enforcement because Jesse’s answer had been, “Simply put angel? I’m a werewolf.”

Which was altogether ridiculous.

Still, he could take a hint, and since he honestly had no room to judge when it came to quasi-legal and secretive activities, Hanzo let the silly answer suffice and concentrated on cooking and flirting.

Cooking, he told himself firmly as he piled more bacon on a plate than was likely safe for anyone. Flirting while working was a terrible idea.

Even if he did want to see what this particular customer looked like in the daylight. And who made conversation as easy and simple as breathing.

Hanzo slapped a fried egg on top of the bacon and shook himself. He was working and Jesse hadn’t indicated anything remotely resembling interest. After all--

“Hey, Han?”

Hanzo looked up to see Jesse looking at him in favor over his unusually still full platter. “Hanzo, I uh… Look, this might be inappropriate since I’m a customer and all, and you can absolutely tell me to fuck off and go to hell, but… I kinda have this lil’ crush, and I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime?”

Hanzo blinked at the rushed words, for a moment wondering if he’d suddenly lost the ability to understand English. Jesse… Was… Asking him out? As in out-out? On a date? With a crush? Hanzo’s brow furrowed as he looked up into those ernest, anxious golden eyes, looking for a hint of a joke or something that would make sense.

Wait, he realized with epiphany. Not golden. Amber.

“Jesse, I….” His voice faltered, and whatever question had been forming faded as the bells above the door tinkled with obnoxious cheerfulness. He and Jesse broke apart-- and when had they leaned in that close?-- as Hanzo reluctantly turned his attention to the intruder.

Or intruders. Four men walked through the diner door, and the hairs on the back of Hanzo’s neck rose with wary alarm. Everything about them, from their suspiciously nondescript clothing to the way they walked in a formation as though they expected a fight screamed predator to his long dormant instincts. Electricity thrummed under his skin, and he carefully wrapped his hand around the hidden blackjack under the counter even as he put on his customer service smile.

“Welcome, gentlemen,” he said, voice steady and carefully pleasant. “What can I get for you?”

The man in the front, apparently the ringleader, stepped forward with just as much forced casualness. A professional, Hanzo thought. But a professional what? “Our apologies, but we’re here on business.”

“Business?” Hanzo asked, glancing at Jesse, who seemed to have shrunk to the other end of the counter with his hat lowered and shoulders hunched.

“Afraid so,” the man said, oozing sincerity and charm in a way that made Hanzo itch to slam the blackjack in his face. Not law enforcement, they’d have badges. These were hunters of some sort. “There’s been a wild dog sighting in there area. Dangerous and injured. We’re tasked with bringing it in before someone gets hurt. Have you seen anything of the sort?”

Hanzo’s mind flashed to the three-legged dog he’d been feeding. That was the only dog he’d seen running wild, and it was hardly dangerous. And yet, he had a sneaking suspicion that was their target. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jesse tense.

“I’m sorry,” he said slowly, “but I’m afraid, I haven’t seen anything larger than a cat around here.”

“Are you sure?” the ringleader prompted. “There’s a pretty big reward. And you wouldn’t want to misinform us, now would you?”

Hanzo’s lip twitched in an aborted attempt to snarl. Bounty hunters, then. Why they were after dogs, he had no idea, but they’d get nothing from him.

As they spoke, one of the man’s companions slowly walked to Jesse’s seat at the counter, suspicion in his eyes. While Hanzo and the ringleader had a silent battle of wills, his hand moved to grasp Jesse’s shoulder. Jesse stood and turned with incredible speed, slamming a gloved hand into the man’s jaw.

“Shit!” yelled one of the others, running to assist his associate as Hanzo and the ringleader both jumped. “It’s him!”

The hunters charged Jesse, drawing clubs and knives from hidden sheathes, and Hanzo leapt over the counter with blackjack in hand. He made it to Jesse’s side, ready to aid as all hell broke loose in one of the most riotous brawls Hanzo had ever been a part of.

Later, when he had time to think, he’d remember details such as crashing his weapon across the nose of the ringleader with a satisfying crack of cartilage, and a rush of heat and flurry of fists from Jesse next to him.

Blue lightning crackled along Hanzo’s arm and into his weapon. Not a bow, but it apparently was enough. Years and years of training rushed back, and his body moved of its own accord with confident strikes. A dark thrill ran through him as he roared at his opponents, limbs flying in dangerous patterns and forms as he attacked. As much as he’d hated the reasons he had his skills, it felt good to fight again.

He glanced at Jesse to his side, and found a mirroring joy along the man’s face as he tore into his own targets. His lips were stretched in a fierce grin, showing long, sharp teeth. His eyes were wild, his hair flying loose around pointed ears that peeked through without his hat to hide them. Hanzo’s eyes widened in realization, and he found himself laughing. Apparently Jesse’d been telling the truth after all!

The battle could have lasted forever or only an instant. Hanzo never bothered to figure it out. At the end, there were four bodies laying in crumpled heaps along the floor of the diner, and Hanzo felt a slight surge of irritation and guilt. He’d have to clean that up, and Genji was probably going to yell at him for getting blood on a restaurant floor.

But clean-up would have to wait. Hanzo leaned against the counter, panting with weary satisfaction. His body would hurt in the morning, but for now, adrenaline flooded him with giddy delight. He grinned up at Jesse. “So you’re actually a werewolf.”

Jesse rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “Yeah… It’s… A long story.” He coughed and went silent for a moment. “So… Uh… You’re a magic ninja then?”

Hanzo snorted. “It’s a long story,” he said with a smirk. “One I’d be happy to tell you… Over coffee sometime?”

Jesse blinked and a slow grin stretched across his face. “You know, I think I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

[anima-contritum]

hamilsquad magic!au headcanons

A/N: this au is my baby so please be gentle with it. if you guys wanna write stuff based on this (which i myself will eventually do) then ask me and credit me and @11wolfpup11 because she had a big part in creating this world with me. this is just a little bit of something big that i have tons of notes on so feel free to ask questions and such (: as always, enjoy! p.s. this is my first hc so idk if im doing it right o well

Alexander:

Weather Wizard

this boy can make the sunniest day instantly cloudy and dark if he’s in a bad mood

when he cries, it rains with flashing lightning and thunder that shakes the ground

overall, donT MAKE HIM UPSET

he will either strike lightning down on your ass or have a storm cloud follow you for a week

one time after he fought with Jefferson, he manipulated the static electricity so his hair was frizzy 

Thomas nearly killed him for it

When he first discovered his powers, he set off a hurricane

he and his brother were fighting pretty bad to the point that’s what set Alex off

poor Alex couldnt control it, it was like a giant burst of energy exploded inside of him

it destroyed the entire town killing hundreds

he could hardly forgive himself after knowing this uncontrollable thing inside himself caused it

everyone hated him once his secret powers were exposed

there were riots and it all got pretty dangerous until he was finally able to be transported to Flilria Magic Academy 

Very bisexual and very flirty

when he first met Angelica, the ice witch nearly froze his face off for flirting with her

(John still laughs his ass off at that fact)

even after that he made the mistake of thinking dirtily about John Andre when the man could literally read every thought

(again, John still laughs)

but despite all that, Alexander still shamelessly flirts with Laurens and usually is very protective of him

Defiant as fuck

on his first day of attending Flilria, he got sent down to Headmaster Washington’s office at least 6 times

part of it was because he nearly talked Professor Seabury out of his own classroom 

another part was because he was veryyy close to kicking James Reynolds into the next fucking dimension for abusing Maria and degrading Hercules and Laf

John:

Potions Wizard

this freckled cutie is a total geek when it comes to potions and spells

he can create any potion knowing the ingredients and chants no matter what, like the information was already in his brain

he can also turn water into poison if he tried hard enough

when he first learned he could this kind of stuff, he accidentally poisoned one of his classmates from the human world and had to run away - again

HeS BEEN/GOING THROUGH SO MUCH PLEASE PROTECT HIM

his biological dad - whom no one ever speaks of (and surprisingly isn’t Henry hehe) - abused him both physically and emotionally

John was blamed for his mothers death when she died from the birth

his dad took his anger and grief out on him, cursing him so every full moon he turns into a hideous beast and so that his kiss was poisonous

when he was old enough, John ran away

for a while he lived on the streets with almost nothing to live on

it wasn’t until he was taken in by the Laurens’s did he know a little bit of compassion 

but in John’s experience, everything good has its end

Henry had slapped him across the face and beat him black and blue for accidentally knocking over a very antique and expensive family heirloom

he ran and never looked back

even after being taken into Flilria Academy, he has a hard time

people bully him because he isn’t that powerful

(in which Alex tells them to fuck off unless they want a foot where the sun don’t shine)

he has a hard time dealing with his ability because it just reminds him of his powerful and dark biological father

just

please protect him 

(more on the curse)

my poOR BOY 

John could never press his lips against someone’s skin, for the person would die 

its intention is to prevent John from ever falling in love (but boy oh boy that didn’t stop him)

to add to it, the curse prevents him from ever speaking of it to anyone

it kinda cuts off his words and leaves him speechless for a moment

the curse itself acts as a live darkness that can take over his body and mind or cause him pain if it senses something it doesn’t like

not even magic can cure the curse...

Alex has tried too many times to count

Loves Alexander despite the damn curse

he can be shy about it but is generally very open about his affections for the other boy

but he always has mini heart attacks whenever his lips get too close to Alex’s skin 

there was one time where they nearly kissed

John avoided Alex for a week after, terrified of killing his love and best friend

he often helps him with tests and stuff when it’s based on potions and all that hoopla

it’s all very cute and fluffy, but can be a big danger 

(verY ANGSTY)

Hercules:

Earth Wizard

this boy can pick up boulders and bend metal wiTH HIS MIND

(i kinda based his powers off of Avatar oops)

he can also do crazy natural disaster stuff like earthquakes 

super damn powerful but literally the sweetest boy ever

in addition, he can spawn cute lil flowers and other earthy things 

(he likes to put the flowers in Laf’s hair)

He caused a devastating earthquake when he first tapped into his abilities

it killed his family and nearly everything around him for miles was in ruins 

nobody was able to pinpoint the cause so Herc was shoved around like every other orphan

that was until he was teleported to the magic school where he first met Lafayette - his roommate

He was selectively mute for a very long time because of the after effects of the earthquake

it left him traumatized

he was speechless for a very long time, occasionally learning ASL words to ask Laf for something

Laf was always there, teaching him new sign language and talking to him even though there was no reply 

Laf was just generally okay with it and both supported and defended Herc through it all

this went on until one day Lafayette was rambling on about not having a Moon Stone for his collection

Herc had perked up and gotten up from where he was sitting. It took a bit to find it, but when he did he gave the Moon Stone he had to Laf with a small smile as two words passed his lips. “Keep it.”

(Laf made it into a necklace and wears it everyday)

That was the first time he had spoken since the earthquake

Please love and respec and protec

for a while, Herc would only ever talk to Laf

it would progress from quiet one worded responses to whispered sentences to full conversations

but even though he talks to Laf doesn’t mean he talks to everyone

he’s still trying to get passed his barriers and talking to others but most times it comes out in stutters and broken whispers

he has really bad anxiety but still tries

most times Laf has to stand up for him because others use his struggles against him

He’s scared of his powers

no lying, he’s one of the most powerful kids in the school

but because of the earthquake and avoiding his powers, he doesn’t know how to control it

it’s very hard for him to do big things at a time because he’s terrified if he pushes the limits he has set, he’ll hurt someone

it all comes down to his bad anxiety but he does try if he’s encouraged

sometimes the encouragement can be someone messing with Laf 

he learned he could bend metal from that one time someone called them a homophobic slur and he lost all sense of control

it still scares him though when he tries new things

Lafayette:

Animal Wizard

this pure boy can talk to animals

even though he can do this though, he sometimes has trouble understanding certain animal dialects

it’s kinda like how people can’t understand a different language if we don’t study it

he can also sometimes compel them if he has to but he hates it

He haS A BADASS PET DRAGON

he found the dragon egg under a giant willow tree

after carefully watching over it and keeping it safe, it hatched and out came a little black and blue scaled dragon he’d name Saule

(Saule translates to Willow in french)

Laf would soon learn that he and Saule established an unbreakable bond after she was born where they can speak telepathically and feel each other’s emotions 

now as she’s basically a teenager in dragon years, Saule’s the sassiest lil shit ever

she always teases him about his giant crush on Hercules 

oH and she breathes electricity rather than fire which is pretty cool

at this point, she’d be about the size of a very large dog

essentially, she’s like Lafayette’s sister and will do anything and everything she can to protect him

Fun fact; he was one of the first students at Flilria

he was very young when he learned of his abilities

his family had gotten into a car accident that got his mother killed and he unconsciously called out to a family of bears that took him from away the incident

when little Laf finally got to Flilria, good ol’ Gwash became like a father to him 

in other words, they’re very close

Very much likes Hercules

that is all

he just likes him

a lot

he will protect him and love him 

it’s very cute and domestic and not angsty and goD I LOVE MULLETTE LET ME LIVE

[madefate-a]

that’s just who i am this week. | fic. 

↳ there are sayings about earthly pleasures, probably. 

Shiro doesn’t think much about the Garrison. Which would make more sense if he wasn’t, by now, actually there. He’s spent the three days back on earth not thinking about much of anything beyond the tangible details: the things that have to get done, the introductions, the explanations. The first night, he suspects, is as much a blur for the memory-capable members of his team as it is for him, still trying to understand how this body works. How bodies works. How all of this works. 

It didn’t occur to him to ask about the rooms he’d once occupied a few lifetimes ago -- it was Officer Harrison that mentioned, offhand and quiet, that they’d been turned over the next academic year. Reasonable, Shiro thought, and strange that Harrison ( a memory: Harrison slid the keycard over to him, carefully not talking about how the passcode written on it was a burner for the simulation; a glitter in his eyes when Shiro earned his commendation, a hand on his shoulder at Shiro’s thanks ) would couch his words so carefully -- soft and hesitant, the way ( he thinks ) one might approach a wounded animal. 

Perhaps it is not so confusing, then. 

The first day is crashing, the second day is paperwork ( Shiro only realizes, after he wakes late, that all the work he requests to complete has been filed by Sam Holt and something rustedly aching and affectionate swells in his chest ), and the third is: storm clouds gather at the horizon, the the packed desert sand is cool, and he tries to remember what it had felt like, to sit in this common area of the Garrison with its overly familiar couches and the view from the window he’d committed to memory. 

Some of the team is here. Keith is here, and Shiro is -- grateful, most likely, but the fog that had been so pleasant upon waking is starting to feel like a stranglehold, letting only a vague frustration permeate its mass. If he had the energy, he’d hate himself for not understanding why comfort of family is evading him. Hunk and Lance look too energized, Shiro thinks, talking about something he doesn’t have the wherewithal to eavesdrop on. 

Beside him, the couch dips with the weight of someone sitting there. Shiro sees Keith react before he can, and when does it’s languid -- slow and then stopping altogether as he looks at the woman who’s taken up residence there. 

❛ --- Camila ? ❜ 

❛ Hey, you didn’t forget me in space ! ❜ 

It would feel entirely surreal if the surreality wasn’t the thing that manage to fork like lightning through the blanket of fog he’s been shrouded in. Idly, he notes that Hunk and Lance have fallen silent, and he can almost feel Keith’s alertness behind him. Camila’s voice is not muted around the edges; her cadence has always been low and clear, cutting through the background noise, glittering with irrepressible enthusiasm. 

It sounds precisely like he remembers it. He realizes that he does, in fact, remember it. 

❛ Apparently, ❜ he says, and it’s not a joke in and of itself but he couches it like one. Shiro can’t see any tension in Camila’s posture, but he is aware in that moment that they are not alone. It strikes him that this is something he should solve, if only because he instinctually reacts to the boys’ silence and the presence of Keith behind him that he does not want to ignore. 

He shifts, turning around to the team that’s present. ❛ Guys, I’ll be back in a sec. We’re gonna take a walk. ❜ 

❛ Sure, sure. ❜ It’s Hunk’s reply that comes first, easy and sure and guiding Lance’s attention back to him. Shiro shoots him a look that he hope is translated well in this body -- relief and gratitude, and the kind of fondness that is inseparable when it comes to this team. Maybe Hunk gets it, because he smiles. Which frees Shiro up to look over at Keith -- and he doesn’t know what he wants to convey. 

It takes a longer tick, but Keith just shrugs and turns to absently gazing over at Lance and Hunk, who have resumed their previous conversation. Shiro is not sure to make of anything, not sure if all of this ( existing ) is objectively hard or if he’s making it so. 

❛ We could -- ❜ Camila starts, eyes wide and earnest. Shiro shakes his head and pushes against the back of the couch to stand. 

❛ Nah, I could use a chance to stretch my legs. If you’re up for it ? ❜ 

She barks a little laugh, a low whuffing sound, and he remembers it too. The only difference is that when she stands, fluidly, she tenses as if to offer him a hand up and he rocks to his feet before she can make up her mind. 

There’s no surprise that she looks entirely at ease in these halls. There is some that Shiro does not feel lost as he keeps up with her, even if he does not recall the specific memories that decorate the paths they take ( midnight runs, slipping out the door to see a desert with the endless sky stretching above them, climbing up to the roof, rehearsing recruitment skits together -- ) 

❛ So I hear you guys have been busy. ❜ 

❛ Yeah, you’re not wrong about that. ❜ 

Camila’s voice is unapologetically what it has been, but Shiro can feel the way they pick carefully through what could be said -- they look different than they did when they were younger, but Shiro is aware that he looks unignorably so. And there are the things that lurk on the horizon: there are fighting alien factions, there are threats that loom unavoidable and larger than the Garrison could ever imagine. 

The news that had circulated of his prematurely presumed death. 

❛ I definitely owe Commander Holt something, ❜ Shiro says instead. ❛ He’s taken care of most of my stuff since we got back. ❜ ( it dawns on him, in that moment, that Sam has probably cushioned all of this -- their return, the shock of it, the questions and experiments they’d have faced without his intervention. ) 

For her part, Camila seems to have picked up on his tone and follows it like a river pulling with the current. ❛ Oh please, like he’d ever accept anything from you. Or anyone. ❜ 

❛ He should, ❜ Shiro says -- petulantly. ❛ I can’t write with my left hand. ❜ 

It had been unintentional, teasing and drenched in his personal brand of less than kind humor, and it could be too much for someone he hasn’t seen in -- however long it’s been. 

Camila doesn’t pause; she laughs, full and loud. 

Shiro grins. 

❛ Yeah, Iverson wouldn’t buy that excuse. If you were really prepared, you’d have learned a long time ago, Junior Officer. ❜ 

❛ Hey, I was promoted ! ❜ 

❛ Sorry, sorry. ❜ Camila’s grinning too. They are paused by one of the big windows that they’d shimmied open one night -- three of them, Joaquim had been there, too. Shiro draws a deeper breath than he’d been able to take for days. 

At the same time -- 

❛ Hey, d’you want to do something -- ? ❜ Camila asks. 

❛ D’you wanna get really drunk tonight ? ❜ Shiro asks. 

In the end, Shiro only tells Keith and Coran that he’s slipping out that evening. Leaving to do -- anything without telling his brother sits uneasily in his stomach. It still does, when he finds the words -- it feels ungrateful and worrying. But Keith gently places his hand on his shoulder and it feels like acceptance and permission in one, and since Shiro doesn’t have the resources to unravel these developments then, he just takes it. 

And it doesn’t feel like a big deal ( or, it shouldn’t, because a memory: the world does not seem so large now that they have traversed in the dark so often, slipping away without permission, the desert falling away from them underneath the motor of Shiro’s bike ) and certainly not something to tell the team. So he gives the information to Coran and makes a quiet, surreptitious exit when he won’t be missed. 

They don’t take a bike. They take a cab. The bar is lit up with the same golden neon lights as the last time he saw it and his throat closes a little at seeing it -- crossing its threshold with this body that he doesn’t know beyond its power to taint everything around it. 

But then he’s four tequila shots in and fuck it. 

❛ They took my fuckin’ arm, Cami. ❜ He’s draped over the counter, the follow up beer mostly drained in front of him. At least eight shot glasses glitter on the counter in front of them in the light from the running karaoke screen behind the bar. Cami makes a whining sound, half sympathetic and half completely amused. 

❛ The whole thing? ❜ 

❛ The whole thing! Even the shoulder. Who takes an arm ? ❜ 

❛ A whole arm, ❜ Camila reminds him. 

❛ A wholeass arm ! ❜ Shiro knocks back the rest of the bottle and signals the bartender to send another one down to him. ❛ Y’ want -- ? ❜ 

❛ ‘M not done with this one. ❜ 

Shiro waits until the cold glass is under his fingers before groaning, loud and low. 

❛ It was fine, Cami. ❜ 

❛ Your whole arm? It was? ❜ 

❛ No, it was broken in three places. But like, fuck. ❜ 

❛ They don’t have space hospitals in -- uh, in space ? ❜ 

Shiro chokes on his drink and it turns into a laugh, wheezing and wet with beer, undignified, snorting and burning until his eyes tear up and he feels Camila surrender and laugh, collapsing in on herself the way she does when she laughs even though she doesn’t know why it’s funny and he can’t remember why it’s funny. 

❛ You’re going to actually kill me, ❜ he gasps, ❛ ‘N I don’t know how many lives I have left in me, asshole. ❜ 

❛ I didn’t do anything ! ❜ She insists, but they dissolve into another wave of laughter, desperate and aching and alive. 

It takes him a while to ease away from the fit, and his ribs ache with the effort, but even when he curses again and slumps back over the bar, he’s smiling. 

❛ My best friend’s an alien, I think, ❜ he says, apropos of nothing. 

Camila doesn’t miss a beat. ❛ You replaced us? Quim’s gonna fight you. ❜

❛ No like, space friend. ❜  

❛ Oh, well then. ❜ 

They laugh again and Shiro’s eyes are wet with the force. ❛ I hate him. ❜ 

❛ Joaquim ? ❜ 

❛ No. ❜ 

❛ Oh, your best space friend. So why is he, then ? ❜ 

❛ ‘Cause I can’t catch a fuckin’ break. ❜ 

❛ Yeah, they didn’t put this in the job description, hunh ? ❜ 

Shiro doesn’t notice when Camila rests her head on the shoulder that’s still flesh until way after the fact, and when he does it doesn’t startle him. ( a memory: they are a little threesome, sprawled out on the roof, a tangle of limbs and everyone’s a bit of a pillow and they’re eating candy rings as they race to name as many constellations as they can. ) 

( then he just stops thinking for the night. ) 

This time, Shiro reacts first -- he recognizes the strains of the song before even Camila, but she’s only half a step behind and they’re scrambling to sit upright and talking over each other -- 

❛ That’s our song -- ! ❜ 

❛ Hey, we need the -- can we get the mic ? ❜ 

❛ Cami I can’t hold it I don’t have arms ! ❜ 

❛ You have a wholeass arm ! ❜ 

❛ I have a drink ! ❜ 

❛ Useless, okay hang on -- ❜ 

They’re a tangle of limbs, and Cami holds the mic between them as they start the whole bar in on mostly-screaming the lyrics that flash across the screen. But they don’t need them. Shiro doesn’t need them. 

He remembers every word. 

[grimelords]

​My October playlist is finished, please enjoy it. From 14 minute 70s acoustic guitar instrumentals, Armand Van Helden bangers and Christian music I’ve had a lot of feelings about this playlist has it all in four hours.

Love Love Love - The Mountain Goats: Posting on the web about Mountain Goats songs you've had a moment with is about as universal as it gets, so here's mine for this month. I woke up one morning with the line about Sonny Liston in my head one day after not listening to this song in years. John Darnielle is perhaps the only person on earth I'd trust to write a song about Kurt Cobain's suicide and he does a very simple and beautiful job of it here. Ben's My Friend - Sun Kil Moon: I discovered Sun Kil Moon way after I probably should have via that guy who was doing parody songs of him last year. This song is fantastic because it takes so long to make its point, and like so much good art is just some middle aged guy recounting his every thought and movement for four minutes. You Were Meant For Me - Jewel: I was trying to remember how Dreams by Fleetwood Mac went and all I could think of was this song, and settled on singing it to myself instead. Sober - Lorde: Sorry to be a normie but listening to Lorde break down this song on an episode of Song Exploder was incredibly good and it definitely made me appreciate the way the brass sounds a lot more. Melodrama really does get better and better as a cohesive whole the more I listen to it. Night Moves - Bob Seger: We as a society need to bring back Power Voice I think. I've been obsessed with this song for months now and as far as I can tell Bob Seger has precisely zero other good songs, which is unfortunate because this one is so good. This also is another song about getting the Lamenting Night Hornies because you heard a thunderstorm that reminded you of the times in your youth that you Fucked and it's, in my opinion, very beautiful. Cairo - San Fermin: This is on the list not only because it's a good song but also unfortunately because of Podasts. San Fermin guested on an episode of Improv4humans and got absolutely roasted about this song so I highly recommend the ep. UFO - Sneaky Sound System: It's unfortunate that Sneaky Sound System's highest played song according to Spotify is the Nicolas Jaar remix of Big (an all time top ten piece of music) because it's really overshadowed the rest of their incredibly good singles. Do you remember 2006? What a time to be alive. UFO (Van She Tech Remix) - Sneaky Sound System: This is my absolute pick of the month and I have been raving to everyone who'll listen but nobody cares, I cannot get enough of it. Do you remember when Justice came from France to bless us all with the secret of bass and we betrayed them by inventing Skrillex not three years later? Van She remember. Charlie Chazz & Rappin Ralph - Duck Sauce: I believe there is a real argument to be made that any song that doesn't refer to the listeners collectively as Party People is absolutely worthless. Duck Sauce's album is a completely underrated classic in my opinion, it's a go-to mood elevator from beginning to end and for some reason has a subplot thoughout about aliens transmitting coded messages to influence human evolution, which is a big thumbs up from me. I Took Your Picture - Cults: Guess what Cults are still really really good. I haven't given this album enough time yet but this bassline has invaded my dreams so that's a good sign. Pavement - City Calm Down: The way this layers and builds into and through the chorus is so satisfying. I love this sort of thick synth production and the contrast between the different registers of his voice is so satisfying as the chorus comes back again. Pogo - Digitalism: Australian electronic music had a real moment around 2007 between Digitalism, Van She, The Presets, Midnight Juggernauts, Cut Copy and all them and I'm realising retrospectively that it was very, very good. Semicircle Song - The Go! Team: The world's best band are back and their new album isn't out until fucking January! This song features big horns and a bridge that's just a montage of children telling you their star sign so that's how you know it's good. The Garden's All Nighters - The Number Twelve Looks Like You: It's a real shame that #12 broke up after this album because it feels like they were really on the edge of something. Over 4 albums they morphed from a straight ahead grind band into some sort of math-prog thing approaching it from a whole different direction to everyone else. I love the idea of writing such an expansive, complex song seemingly just about living in New Jersey. The way it transitions into the groovy latin part is so nice and the solo is just beautiful; and unlike other bands in the same sort of sector they never make a joke of genre switches either, they just keep moving forward with a smile. Paris/Orly - Deux: I forget how I first came across this album but it’s easily the wankiest thing I absolutely love. An 80s French synthpop duo that only ever released a cassette and some singles that got reissued by a label called Minimal Wave a few years ago. It is absolutely the best. New wave mixed with Kraftwerk and synthpop except incredibly french and cool as well. I constantly have their song Game And Performance in my head but this one was my obsession this month. Walking Into Sunshine (Larry Levan 12" Mix) - Central Line: There’s something very authentic about disco songs that are lyrically all about working all week all day every day, and desperately needing a break to perhaps, dance your worries away in a new york discotheque. Cradle In The Crater - The Number Twelve Looks Like You: This is maybe my favourite #12 song because it appears to be about some kind of super child who came from space and perhaps wrought havoc on the citizens of earth, but told in a very real and emotional way like it’s a story about someone they really knew. It reminds me of Mother 3 and the good times I had as a teen playing that game with my best friend, so that’s an added bonus. Under The Ice (Extended Version) - Topo & Roby: Italo disco forever. This song is a duet between a woman and a robot where they relay the story of him coming from a distant planet in a spaceship and crashing on the north pole then getting trapped under the titular ice where he waits to I think murder me. Now that I think of it it’s world similar to Cradle In The Crater. It sounds so good, far better than a novelty song like this has any right to. There’s also a video with someone’s 80s mum dancing with an incredibly shit robot on youtube if you’re interested. Outta The Woodwork - Kurt Vile and Courtney Barnett: I really love the covers they chose for this album because they both really make it their own. Outta The Woodwork really sounds like a Kurt song now and I love the strong piano giving the song the harder edge the lyrics deserve and Kurt just lazily soloing to hell any chance he gets Peepin' Tom - Kurt Vile and Courtney Barnett: I think I almost like this version more than the original, making it just an acoustic thing but still keeping all the dynamics of the original is so nice. I love specifically the deep bass voice of ‘peepin’ to the high ‘tom’. It satisfies something weird in my brain. Mercury (12" Version) - Bloc Party: I can’t believe i’ve lived this long without ever knowing that there was a 12” version of Mercury out there. The song I always felt was way too short to contain the amount of energy it has has a 7 minute version that well and truly lays it out into a slow intense burn instead. Electric Feel (Justice Remix) - MGMT: Just to get my 2007 opinions straight Electric Feel is not a good song. Kids is a good song but Electric Feel isn’t. That said: this remix comes damn close to making it good. Justice figured out the secret sound and we’re all the better for it. Comin' Apart - Gary Wright: There’s no greater joy than tracking down a sample and finding out that the original song is also a banger. This pairs extremely well with My My My as a sort of extended intro. My My My - Armand Van Helden: I posted that playlist a couple weeks ago of songs mid-2000s bangers with extremely horny videos and this is a highlight from that. I'm always amazed with how much mileage great producers can get out of a relatively straightforward sample because this hums along for almost 7 minutes and only gets better. Laser Life - The Blood Brothers: The Blood Brothers are one of the few bands that scratch the brain itch I have for totally bonkers Mars Volta markov chain lyrics phrases like 'Oh dream machine I'm a pound of flesh inside a drum machine dream'. They're also the only band I think that can get away with having this sort of cabaret swing feel in a song with a lot of screaming and not have it be absolutely unbearable. Camouflage, Camouflage - The Blood Brothers: Where a lot of The Blood Brothers early songs were just chaotic bursts, they have a few songs that spread out into a long multi movement ideas culminating in very good final lines like 'I couldn't see the love and affection it was camouflaged as a jungle of erections, and I couldn't see the skeletal lightning it was camouflaged as a young machete' 16 Tons - Tennessee Ernie Ford: The mistake people make in covering this song is trying to match the extremely grim lyrics to the music, but this version succeeds exactly because it's on some upbeat Frank Sinatra shit with the clarinet refrain sounding like a children's song while still being very much about dying face down in the dirt from arsenic poisoning. Take This Hammer - Leadbelly: On the other hand you have a song like Take This Hammer from a guy who really worked on a chain gang complete with involuntary WAH sounds to time your hammer strikes to, and it's still so much more upbeat and positive musically than it has any right to be looking at the lyrics. San Francisco - Foxygen: There's something about the chorus of this song, and they way the phrases of the two voices line up where if it gets stuck in your head it just goes around and around and around forever and it is absolutely maddening so I thought I'd share that with you all. El Manana (Metronomy Remix) - Gorillaz: This remix reminds me of Studio to a degree with the way it just moves forward with no regard for regular structure. It's gutsy to remix a song and somehow restructure it so the chorus doesn't even sound like it's the chorus anymore but just another small part in a slowly winding up machine. Monkey Gone To Heaven - The Pixies: The way he's screaming that GOD IS SEVEN in this song I feel like if Black Francis hadn't made it in music he'd be running a very successful incomprehensible conspiracy website. This is a song I can get very lyrically involved in when I'm in certain moods, nodding my head like the creature in the sky DID get sucked in a hole and now there's a hole in the sky, and we're all in trouble because of it. Cannonball - The Breeders: I like this song because it feels like everyone in the band is working on their own unique structure. The clean guitar especially just comes and goes at will through the whole song, the lyrics start whenever, the rhythm guitar just keeps strumming along. It all comes together for the chorus and then they just go their own separate ways until it's chorus time again. S.A.D. - Kirin J Callinan: The production on this song just amazes me, especially as it moves into the later choruses the sheer weight of the chords is just crazy. The barest suggestion of guitars chugging in the background but blending into the huge synths chords. Combined with the vocals it's the most threatening pop song I've ever heard. Wrapped up in plastic thrown down the stairs feeling fantastic. Water Coast Blues - Honeyboy Edwards: I feel like Honeyboy Edwards has gotten a raw deal from history. When he died most of his obitaries made a big point of how he was one of the last living people to know Robert Johnson personally. Which is an important detail but it overshadows Edwards contributions in his own right as a guitarist and songwriter who had a 70 year career. The album this recording's from is a really good compilation that gives an overview of his whole career, mixed with interviews with Edwards and Alan Lomax that are just amazing. Anyway just listen to the playing on this song because it is incredible. The bass figure he switches into when he says 'when I had money'? Phenomenal. Another Leather Lung - The Sound Of Animals Fighting: The Sound Of Animals Fighting was a supergroup of a bunch of guys from RX Bandits/Chiodos/Circa Survive and bands like that coming together in animal masks to make the most pretentious band possible at the time. There's a lyrics on one of their other songs where he sings 'the artist! the true manifestation of struggle!' which is quite good. But outside of that they did make some very good music and the second half of this song where it takesoff is really something. Bone Machine - The Pixies: It's amazing Black Francis hasn't been linked to a string of murders in the mid 80s honestly. This whole song feels like evidence. Also the way he says 'I was talking to peachy peach about kissy kiss.. [incredibly long, awkward silence] ... he bought me a soda. he bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot hep hep hep hep' is perhaps the most amazing verse ever. Stomping Tonight On The Pennsylvania/Alabama Border - John Fahey: This is John Fahey's best song and I've listened to it probably 4 times a week for the last 4 years. It is quite honestly an eternal mood. Ares - Bloc Party: War! War! War! War! I love the guitar in this, because it's just textural noisemaking more than anything else and mixed with the vocal manipulations in the chorus it's just absolute chaos. It's such a shame that everyone in Bloc Party either left the band or had their brain removed after this album because between this, Mercury and Talons it was truly an incredible moment. Special Rider Blues - John Fahey: I can't believe I only found out this month about John Fahey covering Skip James, and even that it took me this long for me to listen to the full version of his America album. Mark 1:15 - John Fahey: I also learned that on account of cds only holding 80 minutes of music, this 14 minute reissue version of Mark 1:15 is 2 minutes shorter than the original vinyl version and I'm completely riled up about it and demanding a second, definitive reissue to restore them. Regardless, this song is an absolute masterpiece and when it switches into the portion of When The Springtime Comes again about three quarters of the way through it's just amazing. Swim - Nicolas Jaar: Here's another quite long and involved piece of music from the other side of the spectrum. It has a very similar feeling to Mark 1:15 really, so if you liked that persevere through this. It's taken me such a long time to get around to listening to Nymphs for some reason but I'm glad I finally gave it a shot because this song especially is a real masterwork. Crimes - The Blood Brothers: A third Blood Brothers song for you, If you didn't like the other two there's a chance you'll like this one because it's much more sedate. This song is also a good first Blood Brothers song because the way the second vocalist sounds when he finally turns up is really funny if you're not expecting it. This is another on the long list of songs I seem to just always have in my head and sing to myself when I'm walking around. NRG - Duck Sauce: Are you ready for the most powerful 12 minutes of your life? It's the entirety of the NRG single by Duck Sauce. I like to think of it as a purposeful multi-movement work rather than a song and two remixes because that's what it feels like. Starting out we have the original, incredible instant power of NRG. NRG (Skrillex, Kill The Noise, Milo & Otis Remix) - Duck Sauce: and next we have the absolute peak of the work, the fever pitch. See if you can guess which part Skrillex was responsible for. I love the addition of miscellaneous woos and yeahs among the already busy main riff, I absolutely love the bass which sounds like some kind of steel drum pulled down four octaves. I love the distortion on the vocals in the second half as it slowly gives you time to catch your breath. NRG (Hudson Mohawk Remix) - Duck Sauce: The we move into the comedown, the HudMo contribution where the drums somehow sound like they're coming from next door like the party has passed you by and moved on to enliven your neighbours. I love the snare building and then splitting into triplets like it's going to drop before the peace of the synth gives way to the rolling thunder drums hafway in. On The Other Hand Baby - Etta Baker: I don't know what to say about Etta Baker. She's incredible and it's an absolute shame that she didn't really get recorded until she was about 70. This album was recorded when she was about 92 and her playing is still amazing. Crucible - Sleigh Bells: You have to give Sleigh Bells credit for still going strong four albums in if nothing else. Somewhere along the line they adopted this sort of corny rock chick thing that wasn't really there in their first album and I think it works against them but I really can't get enough of the instrumental of this song. The distorted brass and string amongst everything else especially. I feel like there's a much better song buried in here somewhere but I'll take what I can get. Pirate Blues - As Cities Burn: As Cites Burn are another good example of a metalcore band absolutely mellowing out into a indie rock band over the course of three albums, and the result Hell Or High Water has turned out to be one if my favourites of all time. This song especially is an obsession, and I love a band having the sense to no longer make metalcore, but learning enough from it to take a song to a a huge crescendo when they need to like this one does. Timothy - As Cities Burn: Between As Cities Burn, mewithoutYou and a couple of other christian bands I was very nearly converted in highschool and it still informs a lot of my uh theistic thought in a strangely unembarrassing way. This song, from their second album where they were sort of caught between their metalcore origins and the full fleshed indie rock of Hell Or High Water is one of their best. Yelling at god about your dead friend is a massive thing to write a song about but it's done so well and it builds and builds before dissolving into a sparse, thoughtful solo for a good six minutes into a beautiful ending.

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[kxlance]

here are my thoughts on the bullshit under the cut cuz it's gonna get long probs i assure you it’s a reassuring post:

ok so the interview itself wasn't bad to me honestly. jeremy did not deny the bi!lance hint, which was the most important thing to know. the fact that he said "that much i can say" implies that there's something left to know that he can't say because nda.

i'm gonna list a positive thing and a negative thing here: the negative one is that on one hand, it pisses me off that lgbt characters are treated as such a big spoilery deal when it should just....feel so natural to have them in a show. also thinking back that dreamworks tagged certain videos as klance just for views...well it's kind of a coward move if they don't at least end the show with lgbt rep. on the other, i really don't see the point with going all "no comment" about it if it weren't to happen?? that would be very assholey, and i know that the writers are not to be trusted, but the mere fact that they lie so much over things than then ended up being canon (e.g: galra keith, paladin allura, pidge being a girl etc) can't help but make me think they are pretty much hiding the endgame couple on purpose. you could argue they could be hinting at allurance which i'm not excluding bc some of the things could be honestly interpreted that way and also they never mention them ever as a couple except i remember like kimberly saying that allura isn't interested in lance (but she could be lying obviously) and jeremy here stating that lance has still a crush on her which is pretty evident and there's nothing new. (we also learned, according to him, that lance basically can dish it out but he can't take it which frankly...i can see pretty well as canon)

on that spectrum, pls note that this happening (or lance ending up with a girl for the matter) doesn't absolutely excludes bi!lance like at all. he can still be confirmed as bi and end up with a girl and that itself would still be very important! one thing doesn't exclude the other honestly so i say very confidently that lance being bi will be confirmed. like 100% convinced that it will. (do not forget lauren's drawing where lance is holding the lgbt sign, there's a specific reason he's the one holding that)

also does anybody think that....this stress over lance liking ladies and stuff is kinda....suspicious?? like jeremy himself was used to say "lol he flirts with anybody on two legs ahha" and now today all of a sudden he's putting a lot of stress on the ""woman"" part. which kind of threw me off? i might be reaching obviously, but mmm you know? and all of this comes after joaquim said "what he's looking for is getting to a place that might be different than when he started in the series" and “what he wants might not be what he needs” and if math isn't an opinion, he started the series always wanting allura so if what he wants is now changing..........................

it is also true that lauren used female pronouns in that interview and while that could be an indicator that lance will end up with a girl, it's also not set in stone bc.... they used to hide pidge's pronouns the same way and if lauren had said "him" you know that keith would have suddenly come to mind bc??? he's legit the only person lance has been paired up so much with. they've been sort of a duo ever since the beginning. and they've had most of the couple tropes out of all the possible pairings??? in the show??? allow me to list some. I'm too lazy to back this up with pics but like you know the scenes i'm talking about (and i also say this because when i ship something i ALWAYS look at canon interactions. and they have a lot):

the bonding moment (or the we are a good team scene if you will), which is not only visually very romantic (the purple lightning aka their two primary colors mixed together) but its sort of the turning point of their relationship and it's something that's very much used with couples especially with couples with their dynamic because oh lord!!!!!! do you know how many heterosexual couples exist with a dynamic like theirs? broody boy meets friendly girl and they're total opposites but ops they fall in love?? bitch literally every goddamn YA novel is like this. anyways, you know that scene would be considered romantic if it was between a boy and a girl, and indeed, allurance sort of paralleled that scene in s4 so if you consider that as romantic but not this one....well....buddy,,,,,,,they're basically in the same lions keith and lance were aka the fire and ice dynamic and if you can see that as romantic with a/l you should be able to see it the same way with....k/l but i digress).

as i was saying, the bonding moment is the turning point of keith and lance's relationship. after that we get:

1) an episode where keith is super anxious to have lance out of a pod and gets jealous when he sees lance flirting with allura, reminds him of their "bonding moment" and gets offended that lance doesnt remember (and an entire discussion could be open as to why he was so offended and the vlog kinda sets that up), overall the flirty banter that we're used to (not to mention this is the famous infamous bi flag planet)

2) a solo mission where they're shown to be working extremely well with each other (like classic battle couple duo scenes)

onto other tropes:

the subtle jealousy that can be interpreted both ways

THE ELEVATOR SCENE which is such a common trope for main couples!! they usually get stuck and have a moment of clarification or something like that. keith and lance's was a lot more comedic but it did lead them to collaborate in battle 2 seconds after so.... it did have an impact like those scenes usually do. (also that scene wasn’t necessary for the plot at all and yet...)

Lance making that fond face while talking about Keith that, may I remember you, was animated purposely to be that way. and overall there's a lot of subtle things like lance being constantly worried over keith in season 2 even though they didn't have much dynamic development??

the hey man scene? the fact that everybody was looking at lance EXPECTING HIM TO DO SOMETHING. and he could have easily looked back at them like "why me???" BUT NOPE, he was ready to go to comfort him!!!!!!!!

i get so worked up over the fact that so many of their scenes can be paralleled with other scenes as the story goes bc LETS BE FUCKING REAL FOR A GODDAM SECOND: they're the only pairing who started a way and are ending up in another. because they've had the most coherent development as a pairing in the seasons and we're fucking halfway through the show and when you also remember that it's pretty clear that lance wants to falls in love and that it's a ""slow burn""" kind of deal,,,,how in the fuck,,,,can it be other than klance??? literally nO OTHER PAIRING had a development since the goddamn start i’m not even saying this with my biased ass i’m saying this objectively speaking!!!!

all of season 3 could be a huge romantic trope honestly but like 2 scenes in particular strike as very romantic:

the leave the math to pidge scene obviously (the way it is framed is very tropey lmfao) and the way we see keith through lance's eyes.......pretty gay if you ask me

and the i got you buddy scene which someone made notice that AN EXACT SAME SCENE happens in the wonder woman movie but with a boy/girl pairing ofc. BUT IT'S THE SAME FUCKING SCENE THAT'S LIKE ROMANTIC TROPE 101 I AINT PLAYING

add on the fact that keith might have left team voltron to make sure lance had a place and boom. pretty romantic to me.

even if jeremy sees them as brothers....which is like...super fucking odd to me bc....he never mentioned this before almost like he's backtracking lololol, his opinion isn't...you know...canon. (and like lbr they never acted like brothers in the show??? and the creators never addressed them as such unlike...you know what) i like jeremy jokes and meme as much as the next guy but i'm a realist and i know that he doesn't really ship klance or anything he just knows how to spoiler the good stuff lolz but also he didn't say anything wrong like it's just how he sees it but the creators never said so (lauren montgomery called lance keith's stability don't forget that) and overall there are wayyyy too many hints to not believe that's its gonna be canon. like......it even makes sense with the overall story better than any other pairing?? because it's pretty plausible that lance had a crush on keith at the garrison that tried to mask with the rivalry. the way he acts and the way he tries to always get his attention furtherly proves that. it's a common thing to do when you have a crush lmao.

LIKE THOSE TWO ARE ALWAYS PAIRED UP EVEN IN THE FUCKING SEASON 2 POSTER?? LIKE THEY COULD HAVE GONE WITH KEITH IN THE MARMORA OUTFIT SINCE IT WAS A BIG PART OF THE SEASON BUT NO??? THEY PUT HIM IN THE SWIM TRUNKS WITH LANCE FOR THOSE 2 MINUTES OF SCENE THEY HAD TOGETHER?????

ok that's it keep on hoping and remember that klance not happening doesn't mean that also bi lance won't because those two things aren’t mutually exclusive ok? but also don't lose hope on klance itself especially if it's something that makes you happy because fandom is meant to be a distraction and klance is an healthy lgbt ship that deserves all the attention it gets and it’s groundbreaking from so many aspects and it being canon would be amazing. bye

ALSO PLEASE STOP COMMENTING SHIT ON JEREMY’S PERSONAL PICS ON INSTAGRAM HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG THIS IS EMBARASSING

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