#trying so hard to get out raah

[icarusredwings]

I dont CARE that it's November 9th and "Halloweens over" ITS MY BIRTHDAY MONTH ILL POST IF I WANT TOO

Anyway.

Thinking about apocolpse au.

Wade getting bitten by a zombie, Logan freaking out, Wade dying, and him coming back (Again)

"Didn't you just die?? I literally fucking burried you!!"

And wades like:

"Of course. Man, God REALLY hates you dosn't he?"

And he's bassically the same person except just saying, "Rahhah har ran re" (translation: I think the devil doesn't want me either)

"What?? Oh for fucks sake... tell me you're kidding.."

"Rah?" 🤔

"Great so now you stink more and you can't talk. Fucking lovely."

"Mmmmh..." 🥺 (would you still love me if I was a zombie?)

"*sighs, blushes and grumbles how insane this is and how much of a bad idea this is* Fine! Come on...."

"Raah!!" 😄

And sometimes his limbs fall off because I think it would be funny if you just saw him stop, turn around, pick up his arm and shove it back into place like a dislocated shoulder. (Marvel Magic)

But its very obvious that Wade is still consious and so logan leads him around, puts a leash on him, ties him up when he goes to sleep the first few nights so wade dosn't eat him, sometimes luring him with a piece of his thigh or telling him he'll feed him soon to make him behave.

The only thing about this resource wise is that it seems Wade is a bottomless pit, not ever able to get enough. It's like all the nutrients just pass right through him, so he can't get fed meals daily, but Logan will share at least one bite of his food. It makes Wade so happy and way more "wade like" than zombie.

Logan has learned that the hungrier Wade gets the worse it would be, snapping at logan a few times.

"Grr-"

"Aye! That's enough outta ya"

"GggRah!"

"Hey!! I said no! Bad! Bad wade!"

"Mmmh??"

"Bad!!"

"Mmh....rahah.."

"I forgive you. But stop trying to bite me. I feed you, don't I? I hold your hand and tell you that I love you?"

Wade is actually extremely friendly for a zombie (duh) and still yaps at logan except its nonsense. Logan tries hard to understand him and talk back.

He holds his hand sometimes, even lays next to him only to scold him if he gets too bitey. This is hard because wade already had a biting issue and seeing as he practically ate anything or anybody now it was more difficult.

"...aahh-"

"Wade- No."

"Ggr.. raahh"

"Wade! No! Bad."

"Mmmh..."

"Ill feed you tomarrow. Don't bite me mkay? You wanna hurt me?"

He shakes his head like a dog shaking off from a bath, or that ate a bee.

"Then don't bite me."

"Mmh? Mrah?"

"No. No kisses right now. Im still not even sure if thats safe.."

"Mmmh...🥺 ahrrah?"

"No, not even a tiny one."

"Mm...😔"

Until Logan grunts and pecks his hand. "There. Happy?"

"🙂‍↕️mh"

"Good."

Honestly Logan felt bad, pitited him. No matter what food he ate it wasnt enough substance to sustain him and sometimes Logan would wake up to find him eating a different zombie that made the mistake of trying to eat Logan.

You ever wake up in the morning, lose your zombie boyfriend, call for him only to walk outside and see him knawing on some poor chaps arm like a happy puppy who found a chicken leg? Logan has. Many times. And he wishes his phone would charge so he could take a picture of it but unfortunately theres no electricity in the post apocalypse world.

This being said Logan is like- THE perfect guy for apocalypse au because he can smell everything and hear anyone before they even get to you, he has better wilderness survival skills then anyone I know and he'll never NOT have a weapon on him because of his claws. The only downside is that he's tired easily, needs a lot of food, and would lowkey be withdrawing from his tabccao and alchool, therefore very moody.

"Stupid fucking apocalypse having to happen when im fucking alive!! Why can't I just NOT live through ONE major historical event! Is that too fucking much to ask? One damn decade where everything is fine and dandy and- WADE! Get your ass away from that!! It's radioactive!! For fucks sake!"

"Rahahrah?"

"NO!! You can not become Spiderman! That's not how that works!"

"Aawr..😔"

The whole thing is they're on a quest to find Laura and Gabby, because when everything went to shit, they were on a cabin trip and now Logans brain is itching because he dosn't know where his babies are and its driving him insane. Once he finds them, they're gonna shack up somewhere with food and animals to hunt, and hes gonna make a little shed outside for Wade to sleep because he'll kill him if he bites one of the girls.

He dosnt care that much about himself really and he hates himself deep down for not being able to trust wade anymore but even wade dosnt trust wade, sometimes wandering off on purpose, staying about 30 feet away from him at all times, growling and giving Logan that glazed over look of unconsiousness. The only good thing about this, though, is after he removes himself from the idea of hurting Logan (because if logaj were to become infected - HA! Your all fucked. Utterly fucked. The whole humanoid species would go extinct because he'd kill anything that moved) he feels more trusting of him and it's not uncommon for them to hug after either. Afterall Wade- Some how???- is still wade and is very affectionate and sensitive when its not returned.

This whole thing also makes him think worse about himself, kicking reflective objects or staring at himself in a shop window in utter shock and disgust with a face of 'thats me..?' While logans raiding the place for supplies.

Did you know zombies can cry? Well, Wade could. Not a lot, only able to get a bit of liquid from dehydration, but sometimes Logan will catch him just... sitting there.. crying. Upset with himself for being bit. Upset with himself for trying to bite logan all the time. Upset at how ugly he is. Upset that he's starving all the time. Upset that he can't even talk to anyone, and Logan just has to guess what he's saying 90% of the time. Bro is literally

When they DO find Laura and Gabby, the girls are doing great. Laura was going to blow wades head off until Gabby ran in the shot, hugging him instantly, only to be ripped away.

"Of course my dad is the weirdo married to a zombie." Laura grunts, but is secrelty happy that wade is still 'alive'

Gabby, being as young as she is, thinks it's so SICK that her dad is a zombie now, giggling when he talks to her and holding his hand. She's not allowed near him for long, and not at all by herself, but Gabby bassically becomes Wades number one supporter, defending him when he messes up and snaps at laura.

"He's just hungry!! He's not bad! It's not bad to be hungry!" She'll say. "You wouldn't kill me if I was hungry.." she tells her bigger, more survival oriented sister whos suggested putting wade out of his misery, for his own sake. "I tried that... he found me again 3 days later." Logan tells her with a pang in his chest. It had taken everything in him to kill him the first time, and sobbed himself to sleep the next 2 days. By the third when he noticed Wade following him from a distance he couldn't believe it.

Not even the apocalypse could keep them away from each other..

[stinkysam]

Buggy the Clown - Who's got it bigger ?

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “jealous buggy x reader. where the reader is complementing cabaji's biceps. then buggy goes "Mines bigger".” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

You were sitting in the empty circus tent, watching Cabaji throw knives for the big spectacle you were all preparing. You yawned, watching at first the knives he grabbed and played with, before looking at his hand throwing them. Then your eyes moved to his arm, to stop at his biceps, flexing and unflexing as he moved.

Damn, they're big ?

Your eyes widened a bit as you stared for a few seconds before standing up, walking to him.

“Wait, Cabaji !” You stopped him, walking closer as you rolled up your own sleeves “Let me look at your arms ?”

He looked at you, surprised, but said nothing, nodding instead, letting you look at his arms. You flexed yours, putting it next to his biceps.

“Damn you have big muscles !” You exclaimed, laughing, making Cabaji chuckle, unaware your captain was behind you. He had stopped dead in his tracks as he had heard you, frowning.

He removed his coat, grumbling, placing it on one of the empty chairs and walked to you two.

“Mines are bigger, if you wanna be impressed.” He said proudly, flexing his arms.

You squinted your eyes, looking at his biceps then at Cabaji's.

Came to you two possibilities. Lie, but make your captain happy, or tell the truth and possibly make him mad. You tried not to smile as you grimaced, thinking hard.

“What's with that face ?” He asked, growing annoyed by your silence. Where was your amazement, huh ?

“Well���”

“What !? They are bigger ! Look better !” He yelled, placing himself next to Cabaji who had stopped flexing, not wanting to anger your captain even more. “Do it, idiot !” He said, slapping his arm.

Cabaji held in a sigh and obeyed, flexing again. You could tell he was trying to make it look smaller than before and Buggy noticed.

“Raah ! You're all… stupid !” He stomped, annoyed, throwing his hands in the air, and walked away. “You're lucky you're both needed for the show or else you would've been fired !” He menaced before disappearing, leaving his coat behind.

Buggy ignored you for the rest of the day, even when you brought him back his coat, still upset you found his biceps smaller than Cabaji's.

Then, came nighttime and you went into bed with him.

“Come on, stop sulking.” You said pulling the covers over you, your head resting on Buggy's shoulder.

“I'm not sulking.” He replied, glaring at you.

“I love your muscles.” You shifted a bit, grabbing one of his arms, hugging it. Buggy scoffed. “It's true !”

“Stop lying.”

“I'm not ! I was just surprised that Cabaji got biceps this big !” You explained and his eyes twitched, still not pleased. “Come on, I like your little muscles.”

“They're not little !” He yelled, trying to get away from you.

“I was joking.” You laughed, pecking his lips quickly before he could move more. “I don't care that they're smaller than Cabaji's, I don't like his muscles.”

Buggy grumbled, still trying to get away, he detached himself from his arm before getting out of bed.

“I don't care, you're leaving me your second favorite part of you.” You said, pulling your tongue out. “Wanna know what's the first one ?” You smirked, knowing you had picked his interest. “It's your cute nose.” You said with a wink.

Buggy froze at your words, blushing a bit before stomping.

“Are you mocking me !?” He yelled, hiding his nose behind his free hand.

“I'm not mocking you.” You simply said, nudging his arm with your cheek. “I love you, it's only normal I like your nose and your arms. My head is resting so perfectly against it.” You sighed, happy. “If you had too much muscle it wouldn't be comfortable.”

He glared at you, unsure of what to do.

“It's up to you to come back to bed. I'm fine sleeping with only your arm in your bed. You left me your hand so I can hold it if I want. I don't really need you.” You said, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your lips, kissing it. Buggy stared with wide eyes.

“Oi !” He exclaimed, jumping back into bed. “You can't have only the parts you want !” He said, reattaching his arm to himself.

“Good. Because I lied. My favorite part of you is all of you.” You said with a grin, kissing his cheek and wrapped your arms around him, caging him against you.

Buggy grimaced, trying not to let your words win him over.

“I love you.” You said, kissing his shoulder, resting your chin on it.

You heard him grumble quietly, looking away slightly embarrassed before replying.

“I love you too.”

“Were you jealous ?” You finally asked, after a moment of silence.

“I wasn't !” He replied a bit too fast, his cheeks reddening quickly.

You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“Don't be. You're the only one I love.”

“I told you I wasn't jealous !”

You hummed, one hand turning his face toward you and you kissed him, making his heart jump in his chest.

“Let's fucking sleep.” He said with a pout, trying to hide his blush by turning the lights off with a flying hand.

[inuyana8]

HI HI HI I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH HIIIIIIIII

ANY AEQUA DOODLE!! because i love her so bad and also again i just want to say that i saw your art and it made my day and i am losing my mind i am so happy thank you for existing

Aah thank you so much!! I LOVEEEEEE Aequa so much! I would love to draw her more and I've been wanting to design different outfits for the different festivals and events we see in the book. Thank you so much for requesting her bc she deserves so much love aaaaaah I know there's a lot more going in in the story and she's not the biggest character ever but I think she's so interesting. I like to imagine her as trying very hard to achieve and surpass the standards set before her, but trying to find how she can do it her way. She's a mix of confidence in her skill but also doubtful. She's got every reason to be suspicious, but stays true. I just love how even though she has a smaller role, you get so much of a sense of who she is. I hope we see more of her next book! P.S. the colors might be wonky bc of my ipad. like no matter what i do the colors always turn out soooo different when it comes from there raah

[uplatterme]

nah bc i wanted to send this to another blog but they either deleted it or it was eaten by stupid tumblr😕

but since you like dottore now..

Omfg okay listen, omega build gets back to snezhnaya, feeling proud he did something good and got *two* gnosis! only to find his partner and the real dottore standing in the lab. then it turned from slight arguing to omegattore being bent over a table and being ruthlessly fucked while real dottore watches..omg...

for fem readers: riding him while there's a cock ring on him, hearing him cry and cry to come but he just cant! or your pegging him so hard that he swears he can see irminsul infront of him!

for male readers: fucking him so hard and filling his cute little tummy up with your cum ugh <3 he has a cock ring on again and just occasionally spanking him for enjoying it

all of this happening while ogttore watches, starting to get slightly jealous of his Omega's punishment, wishing it was him instead. RAAH I WANT TO BREED HIM SO BADLY!!

oh, anon <3

oh my god. anyone who thinks dottore isn’t a sucker for punishment is wrong 💪.

ogttore would be so pouty after. he won’t say it out loud but you could tell with how he’s eyeing you, trying to get your attention without actually making the first move.

and omegattore begging you for release, tired of the stimulation going nowhere ☹️. he apologizes, promises that it won’t happen again but you still won’t budge despite his pleas echoing through the lab. it feels so good and unsatisfying at the same time, yet he has no other choice but to take it.

[panoffrying]

Hey Tarty! I really like your headcannon about the ants wings! My mind craves more.

Does Sozos opinion or feelings about his scars change when he gets with Shamura? Do they talk about it? How does Shamura feel about them? I smell hurt-comfort! If you'd be cool with it, I'd love to do a One-shot based on the premise of them talking about it.

I also kinda want to do a One-shot about Melonie asking him about them 👉👈. The angst and fluff would go so hard!

Stay hydrated homeslice ✨️

Hello! I’m very happy you liked it sorry it took me a bit to get back to ya lol. And I’m staying hydrated make sure you drink some water 🫵🥤

you know they definitely talk about it lol😎 I’m not sure how the conversation would go exactly, I’m not a writer lol but Shamura would be interested in learning more about the scars

Sozo showed off his shedding scars before him and Shamura got together.

Sozos scars are a testament to his past, to his love, to the family he’s lost. He is still trying to recover his memories but there is one thing he will for sure remember, he loves his family and he will show those scars off in honor/love for his past family and to help him himself heal.

Sozo is haunted on the daily that he left his family and disappeared, he doesn’t know if something happened to his family after he left (he was involved with helping the lambs, if anyone found out, his family would also have to pay), and he has to live with knowing that he left his wife to raise their children on her own, he never got to see his children grow up, he never got to be there.

Him showing his shedding scars is the most he can do to make him feel at least a bit better and heal.

The way that I see Shamura is that they aren’t necessarily a jealous type, they could be if someone tried getting with sozo currently but that’s different 😉

Shamura wouldn’t get jealous of knowing sozo had a past lover and family but it does sting them a bit. Somewhere in Shamura they wish that they could have been the one to take Sozos wings.

but Shamura is overall respectful, it just makes them more determined to learn of sozos past, his culture, and to learn about sozos kids, and his once lover.

ALSO PLS DO FEEL FREE TO MAKE A FIC ABOUT IT THE ANGST AND FLUFF RAAH

[ramcharantitties]

Raghuvan, Teri raah nihaare

s/n @vijayasena the only reason why I'm still posting

Chapter 8

The moon was beautiful. It shined through the branches of banyan tree of the area, slit by the leaves and its shine falling around, shadow of the leaves casting dark night on the road. The cats hid in the crevices of the streets, or roamed freely like they reigned the city. They looked over their shoulder suddenly, eerie of the clang noise.

Adikavya was sure not to make any noise, but it was hard to drag a man in his full youth and on top of that, unconscious. The door of faraway, cast out storage room was weak and shut with a sound she was irritated of. Although, the storage room had enough space to hold both Adikavya and Ram. She sat him down on a solid iron box, supported against the wall with a falling plaster. The smaller stool made out of jute strings and straws was not far away from her access. Adikavya grabbed it, sat down and heaved a sigh. "Why did I do this" she muttered to herself, grabbing her head in her hands. It was not more than 1 am, and her whole family was hopefully in a deep slumber. If someone caught her with this man, she would be in an unavoidable trouble.

The only escape from this mess would be going to Ram's house and calling Babai. Why shall she be worried about a man who is not related to her? The cool night resulted in goosebumps on her skin, as she looked at Ram. Open shirt, sweat on forehead, hems of his trousers were lathered with dust and splashes of mud. His beard looked overgrown and his hair stuck to his forehead. Ram looked like a mess. Adikavya shook her head and got up.

The 15 min walk to Ram's house turned in a 8 min speed walk. The shawl covered her face, head, shoulder and arms, even her mother wouldn't be able to recognise her. Adikavya cursed herself as she walked there, multiple thoughts jumping in her mind. What if she can't get help there? What if someone from her family sees? As the questions arose, so did the speed of her steps. As she turned around on the curve, Ram's house street was visible. She looked up, trying to find any conscious being in the house.

What she didn't expect was a woman standing there. A quick, silent chant of Hanuman chalisa stabilised itself in her mind. Adikavya stood there frozen. The woman might have sensed the presence, turning around. Her face looked familiar but not recognisable. The woman smiled, "kaisi ho, adi?" How are you adi?

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Jangu came soon, rubbing his eyes. "Itni raat mein kyu bulaya?" Why did you call me so late at night? Adikavya sighed, telling him that Ram is in her store room, and he should quickly go and get Ram. Jangu stared at Adikavya and nodded, running away on the street.

"You should marry him" Sita whispered. "Don't tell me what to do" Adikavya retorted back. "Jangu has gone to fetch Ram, then why are you here? Ram would have been brought home in the morning anyways when everyone would see him, then why did you bother?" Sita came closer to Adikavya. "Kindness" Adikavya whispered to herself. Sita turned Adikavya around. "it's not kindness. Even if you don't like him, you know marrying him will be your only option to escape from your home" Adikavya looked alarmed. Sita continued, "you've wanted to escape your home forever. This is your only chance. Do you really think your family will let you study if you don't let them get you married? They will only send you in a place worse than this then." Before sita could continue, Adikavya looked up.

"What should I do about the fact that he slept with you? And that he was caught being a stud? Wouldn't that harm my family's reputation? And the fact that once he gains consciousness, the first person he will run to is you? And that Mahal of yours?" Adikavya asked.

Sita quiet down. "Why are you here, Sita?" Adikavya's question poked sita. "Ram, I have asked Ram to never step in sita Mahal again. I was here to talk to Babai, to let you and Ram get married. And tell me, which man hasn't slept with me? It doesn't matter, Adi, because no one will point fingers too long at him. He's a man, educated one. Do you really think anyone would be fazed for long?" Adikavya looked away. She was running out of reasons now.

"You getting education will be considered more of a heinous act than him sleeping with a whore" Sita said that as a matter of fact.

Adikavya huffed. Sita was right. Her family is not so open to let her complete her masters. It's a surprise they still are letting her study. "Akhtar came yesterday" Adikavya's immediate reaction startled Sita too. "What?" She was in absolute disbelief. Akhtar in a brothel? How is that possible? "No, just to meet me. But I asked him to leave. Tell him to never come again. You should be more cautious about your surroundings, Adi"

They spotted Jangu, dragging Ram. Sita pulled her shawl closer to her body. "I don't need a life lesson from someone who sells her body" Adikavya muttered. "At least I earn for myself" Sita replied and left before she could even see Ram clearly.

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[found-wings]

for songs- instead of being happy and loving the world let me suggest little talks for codebreakers specifically in the code phil au after he's lost most of who he is through their continuous experiments ^-^ most of it I think fits but the bridge Especially so in the most heartbreaking way possible ow I love this song - 💿

After seeing this recommendation, I started listening to it on loop for a little while and you have me sold, I will be adding it to the playlist post in a moment because RAAH ( at least I assume it‘s the Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men, KAJAK )

Especially the beginning lyrics have me so???? ITS SO GOOD

The beginning lyrics being in connection to Phil not feeling safe in his own, almost abandoned home and Etoiles offering to be there for him, being a guiding hand whenever possible and protect him from what‘s to come. How much it hurts for Etoiles to see his friend being broken down from day to day, visit to visit.

Moving to Phil isolating himself, the „old voice“ could be in relation to the Federation breaking his mind apart with each visit. Making him doubt himself the more — or the less — he knows because he can‘t tell apart anymore what is real and what isn‘t, especially when it comes to his relation to the other Islanders and the Feds. Etoiles being there to remind him of everything good and that he is still there, Phil is still himself and that will never change no matter if he‘s a partial code, no matter how much the Federation messes with him.

„You‘re gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear

All that‘s left is a ghost of you

Now we‘re torn, torn, torn apart, there‘s nothing we can do

Just let me go, we‘ll meet again soon

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around“

THIS???? I AGREE SO HARD, this especially gives me vibes of Etoiles watching what is practically a shell of the Philza he once knew, entirely broken by the Feds. Their once deep, trust bound connection hanging on by just a thread and threatening to be entirely torn away from each other - but Etoiles refuses to let go, he refuses to let the Federation take his friend away from him like this as if he‘s nothing more than just a mere toy for them.

ALTERNATIVELY this also gives me the idea of a particular bad ‘fixing‘, where Phil goes missing for far longer than any other time. Phil sitting within a small, almost cell like room and feeling like this is it. The others will never notice or care for his disappearance again, won‘t ever try and get him back and the only reminders of his friends — family — being the small memories of them that the Federation so gracefully allowed him to keep. He‘s ready to just.. let go.

And Etoiles has had enough at that point, leading to an eventual break out for Phil from the hands of the Federation once he has enough info. There‘s a couple of other people tagging along and just imagine Etoiles breaking open a door and just seeing Phil right there — even if still separated by either reinforced metal bars or glass, just wishing for Phil to hold on.

Silly idea that randomly popped into my head, anyways AJAKKA

General consensus :

Very big vouch, will be adding it to my playlist pile and rattle it aggressively around

[badass-women-league]

[FANFICTION]

- Playing with fire -

[TIVA ALL THE WAY]

Everything is dark. Everything is painful. Everything is confused. Her eyes are still closed when she moves her hand to her forehead. Raising her arm feels like the most difficult thing in the world. Her body is shaking. She can feel the coldness of the floor tiles under her body but she knows that she’s not shaking because of it. Her body is still traumatized by the fierceness of the fight that just occurred. She touches her skin, right above her eyebrow and feels something sticky. She does not remember where she is or what happened. She’s breathing fast but yet she feels like she’s out of breath. Every breath is unbelievably painful. She knows that pain. She has experienced it way too many times. Broken ribs. She looks around her and she sees bodies and blood. She tries to lift herself from the floor. She places her hands on the floor and pushes. A terrible pain hit her and she collapses on the floor. Her left wrist and shoulder are probably broken. She passes out as soon as her head touches the floor. A few minutes later she hears a big crack coming from afar. She gathered all her last strength to focus on the sound. She is still incapable of opening her eyes and even if she could, the only thing she would see, would be blurred. She hears and feels footsteps on the wooden floor. They are coming in her direction. She can’t fight, she’s too weak and wounded. The door opens and the last thing she hears is her name shouted by a familiar voice: “I’VE FOUND HER ! ZIVA !”⠀ And then nothing. Everything is dark again.

A few months earlier. Inside the bullpen.

-“come on ! It’s gonna be fun ! First rounds on me. You’re in McGee ?”

-“no I told you Tony I can’t tonight”

-“raah! come on ! McGeek, you’ll have plenty of time to play your online games another day. We are talking about real party here, with real people and real alcohol”

McGee grabbed his bag and left the room. Tony turned to Ziva:

-“what about you David ? You’re in?”

Ziva was packing her bag. Her mind was elsewhere. She raised her head and said:

-“Sorry. Another day maybe”

-“come on! Don’t tell me that you have an online contest to attend too”

Ziva chuckled:

-“you know I don’t… When I play… I play for real”

She walked past Tony’s desk in order to leave but Tony was not done with her. She has been very absent minded recently and she was not hanging out with him as much as she used to. He asked:

-“going on a date ?”

-“why do you want to know what I’m going to do tonight Tony ?”

-“Why don’t you wanna answer the question Zee-Vah ?”

He looked at her with his smartass look. Her eyes narrowed. She threw her bag over her shoulder and nonchalantly nodded to him:

-“goodnight Tony”

Tony shouted:

-”COME ON! IT’S FRIDAY NIGHT ! THIS IS VERY UN-AMERICAN ZIVA ! EVEN FOR YOU ”

And she walked out with a smile, knowing that Tony now had a thousand of questions in his mind.

She was right. He was now struggling with thousands of questions. Was she seeing someone ? Was it serious ? He could not stop thinking about it all night. She had been more secretive lately. She was receiving a lot more text messages than she used to. She was leaving work early and she was not getting to work as early as she used to. But something was reassuring. He had never seen her walking in the bullpen with the same clothes she was wearing the day before. He had to be sure. He grabbed his phone and dialled her number. After only 2 ringback tones his call was sent to voicemail. She was ghosting him. She had probably seen his name on the phone and she had intentionally rejected his call. She was never doing that. It was like a tacit agreement between them and she was breaking it. Tony suddenly had a furious need to jump in his car and go to her place. She would be mad, but he could pretend that he was worried because she was not answering his calls. He thought about it for several long minutes and then resigned himself that she was probably not at her place anyway.

Same time, on the other side of D.C.

Inside a crowded bar in downtown D.C. Ziva was leaning on a table when her phone rang. She looked at the name on the screen: ‘TONY D’. He was never gonna give up. A man walked to her and placed 2 beers on the table. Ziva quickly tapped on the “reject” button of her phone and put back on her smiling and cheering attitude.

-”Sorry it took me so long. I thought I was going to lose an arm out there”

Ziva chuckled. He grabbed his beer and raised it in front of his face. She did the same and asked:

-”what are we cheering to ?”

He took a moment to think:

-”To all the random things that helped us meet each other ?”

Ziva swallowed hard as she heard his last words. It wasn’t noticeable but it was there.

The next morning. Bullpen.

Tony grumbled when the door of the elevator dinged. He grumbled as he walked to his desk. He grumbled as he threw his bag to the floor and as he collapsed on his chair. Ziva raised her eyes from her computer screen and said:

-”Good morning Tony!”

Tony’s eyes narrowed:

-”There is no good morning here.. It’s monday.. Monday and good doesn’t fit in the same phrase !”

Ziva rolled her eyes and said:

-”looks like someone woke up on the wrong bed this morning”

-”I woke up in my own bed this morning Zee-vah but not on the right side. The real question is did you wake up in the right bed ?”

Ziva eyes narrowed. She knew what he was implying. McGee looked at his co-workers. He could feel the tension in the atmosphere. It was going to be a long day. Ziva was still staring at Tony. She was trying to decide if she wanted to deal with this peacefully or not. She asked:

-”In which bed I woke up this morning is none of your business Tony”

Tony was about to argue when Gibbs rushed in:

-”Our missing marine probably hadn’t the chance to wake up this morning. Grab your gear”

The three agents jumped from their chairs and grabbed their bags. In less than 10 seconds they were on their way to the elevator. As the door closed Tony was staring at Ziva from the back of the elevator. She was hiding something. She was usually pretty secretive about her personal life but this time she was not just protecting her private life, she was hiding something.

Crime scene - Fredericksburg, VA⠀

In the car the atmosphere was tensed. Nobody was talking. Usually Tony was always commenting and complaining on everything, especially on Monday. But today his mind was still focused on the events from last night. The NCIS car stopped in front of a beautiful farmhouse. In front of the house was a horse, with its saddle on. it was covered with blood. Not far from it, a woman was sobbing. The team stepped out of the car. Ziva looked at the horse and said:⠀

-”oh my god. What is that !”⠀

Tony put on his sunglasses and sighed:⠀

-”It’s a horse Ziva. I’m sure you have those in Israel” ⠀

Ziva made him moan with a violent nudge on his side. ⠀

Gibbs intervened:⠀

-”are you two done ?”⠀

Tony apologized before Gibbs gave everyone instructions: ⠀

-”Ziva, the wife. McGee, samples. Tony, pictures”⠀

After 20 minutes of questioning, Ziva came back outside and gave her report to Gibbs:⠀

-”Lieutenant Bobby Bradford. Left his home last evening on his horse. Her wife thought he had stopped by a friend’s house for the night as he used to do sometimes. She was awakened by the horse neighing and she called the authorities right away when she saw the blood on the horse. She says that her husband did not had any quarrel recently or in the past” ⠀

Tony stood up and said:⠀

-”This amount of blood augurs nothing good boss” ⠀

For his only answer Gibbs nodded and walk away to check on the research team. ⠀

Ziva walked to the horse and stroked his forehead:⠀

-”that’s a beautiful Akhal-Teke”⠀

McGee looked surprised:⠀

-”Looks like someone is well acquainted on the subject ?”⠀

-”I used to ride one when I was in Israel..”⠀

Tony could not resist. He took a picture of the horse and Ziva and said:⠀

-”really.. And what else have you been riding recently ?” ⠀

His smartass smile vanished when Gibbs’ hand hit the back of his head. ⠀

-”Sorry boss.. Totally inappropriate”⠀

-”Don’t apologize to me DiNozzo” ⠀

-”Sorry Ziva” ⠀

The team was now searching through the nearby forest to find a trace of Lieutenant Bradford’s body. Tony was walking with McGee. He looked in Ziva’s direction. She had walked away from them when her phone rang. Tony asked McGee:

-”Have you noticed something different about Ziva recently ?”

-”Apart from the fact that you are jealous, no I haven’t noticed anything”

Tony chuckled:

-”Jealous ? Me ? Of Ziva. You are mistaking me with someone else McWrong”

-”You are not jealous of Ziva, you are jealous of the man she is dating..”

Tony was speechless for a second, which meant a lot. McGee was looking at him with a victorious smile. Tony grumbled something inaudible and finally added:

-”Alright McGullible. Then how do you explain that she has two cell phones.. Who needs two cell phones ?”

McGee was about to answer when he noticed that Ziva was coming back to them.

Gibbs reached them too. Tony was hanging onto every words about to be spoken by him, hoping that he might be saved from turning the forest upside down, looking for something that was probably not there anyway.

Gibbs said:

-”Ziver! With me. You two, stay here and keep looking”

Tony complained:

-”Why is she the one coming back to NCIS with you”

Gibbs walked to him with threatening eyes and said:

-”Because she is focused and you are not… Do you have something to say about my orders DiNozzo ?”

Tony ducked his head and said:

-”nothing to say boss..”

Ziva looked at him with a mocking smile and winked.

⠀

A few hours later. Bullpen. ⠀

Tony and McGee walked in. Tony threw his bag to the floor next to his desk. He was grumbling again. Ziva raised her eyes from her screen and said:⠀

-”I’ve already seen that scene today…” ⠀

Tony looked at her and grimaced. He grumbled:⠀

-”We walked for hours in that damn forest for nothing !” ⠀

He was trying to get rid of pine needles on his jacket. Ziva stood up and walked to Tony’s desk. She stopped right between the two screens of his computer and leaned over:⠀

-”Is this really what’s bothering you Tony ? Is it the idea that you did this for nothing or the fact that you did this and I did not ?” ⠀

Tony’s eyes narrowed. He had to stay really focus on her face but her plunging neckline was very appealing for his eyes. He managed to keep focused and said:⠀

-”Well I just hope that your little time here had been useful and that you’ve found something interesting to please the boss man” ⠀

Ziva smirked and walked back to her desk:⠀

-”Maybe…”⠀

Tony was intrigued:⠀

-”What is it ?”⠀

-”You’ll see…”⠀

Gibbs rushed in and barked:⠀

-”talk to me”⠀

Ziva, McGee and Tony stood in front of the plasma screen and Ziva started:⠀

-”I’ve looked through Lieutenant Bradford’s file. No criminal record, no debts, not even a speeding ticket. This man was a saint”⠀

Tony cut her off by saying:⠀

-”Saints do not end up murdered in a forest Ziva…” ⠀

Ziva threw a dark look at him and clicked the remote. She gave her theory about the possible involvement of the victims step brother and waited on Gibbs’ approval. ⠀

Gibbs was convinced by her theory and he sent her and Tony to look for more information about their suspect. Ziva sighed. She knew that if she was alone with Tony he would not stop asking her questions and she was too tired to focus on her lies. She grabbed her coat and followed him to the elevator. ⠀

On the car on their way to Bradford’s house. Ziva was quiet. She was looking through the window, hoping that by some miracle, Tony might forget that she was there.

His eyes were more often on her than on the road. She was tensed. He started:

-“so.. how did you met him ?”

-“how did I met who ?”

-“come on Ziva, I’m not that stupid you know.. was it at a bar ? Dinner with mutual friends ? Oh I forget, you have no friends.. oh don’t tell me it’s one of those dating apps”

Ziva looked offended:

-“I do have friends.. and no I’ve never used those apps… why do you wanna know how we met ?”

-“so you admit there is someone…”

-“I’ve never denied it..”

This was followed by a series of quick questions and answers, each of them trying to trick the other. Tony started:

-“he approached you or you approached him ?”

-“he did”

-“does he makes you laugh ?”

-“yes”

-“as much as I do ?”

-“what’s that supposed to mean ?”

-“first kiss ?”

-“maybe”

-“Is it serious ?”

-“I do not know.. why do you care ?”

Tony stepped on the brakes. Ziva moaned at the sudden stop and caught hold on the dashboard. His eyes still focused on hers. He was fighting the urges to yell her that he cared because he was in love with her, because imagining her in someone else’s arms was unbearably painful and this idea was keeping him awake every night. But this would be worse. Ziva was looking at him, challenging him to answer the question with honesty. But he could not. Telling her would put him in a weakened position. They stayed for an entire minute looking at each other. Quiet, but their eyes were saying so much. Until Tony unfastened his seatbelt and bitterly said before stepping out from the car:

-”We should not let our witness wait”

Ziva looked at Tony walking to the front door. He was hurt, even if he would never admit it and she was the one hurting him. She was making him one of the collateral damage and she hated that.

2 hours later - Back inside the bullpen

Tony and Ziva were back. The investigation was following its course. Everyone was pretty quiet. McGee glanced at his coworkers. They were both ignoring each other politely but he could clearly see that their minds were not focused on the case. Ziva’s phone rang and it dragged everyone out of their drowsiness. Tony pricked up his ears. Ziva tried to speak as low as possible:

-“yes David… yes… tell the Director I’ll be there in a minute”

She hung up the phone and glanced at her coworkers. They were both staring at her. She stood up and walked to the Director’s office knowing that this meeting would bring even more questions.

As she disappeared upstairs Tony turned to McGee and asked:

-“she has a meeting with the Director almost every week..”

-“so what ? She’s working here, there’s nothing strange about that..”

-“when was the last time you had a meeting in Vance’s office ?”

McGee took a second to think and finally agreed:

-“alright there might be something strange about that. What do you think ?”

-“What if she wants to leave ?”

-“Ziva ? Leaving… pff.. no way. She’s part of the team why would she want to leave us ?”

-“Maybe because she met someone.. and that someone wants her to follow him somewhere else…”

McGee had to admit that this was a possibility.

[to know what happens next go read my fanfiction on Archive of our own]

‬

[zerolympiustrife]

sequel to jaunes semblance shenanigans!

Ok.

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Anonymous asks: An Arc’s Aura Amplifying Adventures (RWBY)

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*Ruby walks down the hallway, pouting*

Jaune: Hi, Rubes! What’s the matter?

Ruby (frowning): There was this limited sale at the store selling the most amazing cookie ice cream sandwiches, but I was too late! I tried to get them yesterday as well, but they were already gone! I only have until tomorrow morning to get them…

Jaune: Well then…what if I used my semblance to increase your speed, so you can grab them as fast as you can?

Ruby (eyes widened): You…you really think that’ll work?

Jaune: Hey, if I can amplify my head and groin and protect myself from the likes of Nora and your sister, then I can amplify you to the point where you are running at more than 100 miles per hour.

Ruby (smirking): Alright! I’ll be sure to wake up really early tomorrow and then knock on your door to amp me up!

Jaune (chuckling): Heh. Sounds like a plan.

*The next morning…*

*BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!*

Nora (opening the door): Quit knocking al- Oh! Hi, Ruby! What can I do for you?

Ruby (in a rush): I need Jaune! Where is Jaune?!

Jaune (walking towards the door): Right here.

Ruby: C’mon! We gotta get to the store!

*50 minutes pass, and the store that Ruby, Jaune, and a lot of people are at is about to open in 30 seconds*

Ruby: Alright, Jaune! When I see an employee unlock the doors, that’s your cue!

Jaune (readies himself): Ok.

*Ruby sees an employee approaching the door and pulls out the keys*

Ruby: Ok! Now! Do it now! *Jumping* Now now now now now now now!

*Jaune amps up Ruby, and she starts seeing afterimages of herself jumping*

Ruby (grinning): Hrgh! I can feel the power!

*The employee opens the door, then Ruby immediately runs inside, leaving a trail of rose petals behind*

Ruby (really fast): ThanksJauneIreallyappreciateyourhelpI’llberightback!!

Jaune (falls back): Woah!

*5 minutes pass as Ruby walks right back out*

Ruby (smiling): YESYESYESIGOTTHESANDWICHESIgotthesandwichesJauneIcan’tthankyouenoughifthere’sanythingIcandotorepayyouthentellmewhenwegetbacktoBeaconbutfornowhoponmyback!

Jaune (shaking his head): Ah! Uh…okay! *Gets on Ruby’s back*

Ruby: AlrightJauneholdontight! *Zooms out of the area with Jaune holding on tight to her back*

Jaune (freaking out): WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

*40 minutes pass as Ruby and Jaune make it back at Beacon, with Ruby putting away the sandwiches, and the effects she was under starts to wear off*

Ruby (calming down): Haaaaaaaagh… *Presses her face against Jaune’s chest* Mhmmhmy phnks hmph.

Jaune: What?

Ruby (pushes her face away to speak): Many thanks, Jaune. Is there anything I can repay you with…?

Jaune (chuckling): Oh, there’s nothing you have to repay me with. Though…I guess we can share those sandwiches.

Ruby (smiling): Eee~…I’d like that~…

*a week passes, as Teams RWBY and JNPR are outside in a grassy field, wearing winter clothing*

Nora (angrily): This is stupid! The weather forecast lied about today being the day where it snows in this area!

Jaune: Hey, Weiss! You think you can use your power to make it snow in this area? And make that pond over there suitable for ice skating?

Weiss (pondering): I don’t know…I mean, I can try, but I-

*Jaune amps her up without her say-so*

Jaune (smirking): There, will this make it easier?

Weiss (smiling and internally): Dork. *Makes the entire area around her rain heavy with snow and turn the ponds into ice*

*However, both Teams get buried into snow, then struggle to get out*

Ruby (popping out): Agh! Alright, sound off! Who’s still here?

Team WBY (popping out): Here!

Team NPR (popping out): Here!

Jaune (muffled): Here.

Ren (looking around): Huh? Where’d you go, Jaune?

Yang (looking around): Vomit boy, where are you?!

Jaune (muffled): I’m right here!

*Yang and Ren reaches below the snow, grabs something, pulls it out, and its both of Jaune’s legs*

Yang (pulling him out): There you are! You okay?

Ren (pulling him out): That was quite a snowstorm, wasn’t it?

Jaune (hanging upside down): Urp! Yeah…never been better.

Nora (grinning): Well, what are we waiting for? SNOWBALL FIGHT!! *Makes a snowball and pelts Blake*

Blake (shocked): Agh! You’re gonna pay for that!

Weiss (realization): Oops, hold on. *Summons snow forts away from each other*

Ruby (giving Weiss a thumbs up): Excellent thinking, Ice Queen!

Weiss (glaring): Don’t call me that or I’ll pelt you!

Ren (smiling): Well, better get to my team’s fort then. *Runs over to Team NP*

Yang (chuckling): Well, we didn’t come here for nothing. *Tosses Jaune over to Team NPR’s side as she runs over to her team’s side*

*The rest of the day passes as Teams RWBY and JNPR are having fun in the snow, engaging in snowball fights, making snow sculptures, and ice skating*

*After a long day, both Jaune and Weiss are lying down on the snowy ground alone, while Teams RBY and NPR leave the area*

Weiss (panting): *huff* *huff* Today…was fun…thanks for the power boost, Jaune.

Jaune (panting): *huff* *huff* Don’t…mention it…wanna…warm up…back at home…?

Weiss (smiling): I’d…like that…

*Jaune gets up, picks up Weiss off the ground, and carries her back to Beacon*

*Another week passes, as Blake is running away from a bunch of White Fang Members with Sun running alongside her*

Sun (internally): Damnit damnit damnit damnit!

Blake (annoyed): UGH! Why can’t they just leave us alo- *Notices Jaune* Perfect!

*The duo grab Jaune and hide into an alleyway*

Jaune (shocked): Agh! Blake?! What are- *Gets muffled by Sun*

Sun: SSSSSHHHHH!!! Shut up! We’re running away from a bunch of members from the White Fang!

Blake (internally): I can use my semblance to create multiple clones…hm… *Speaks up* Jaune! Amp me up!

Jaune (unmuffles himself): What?!

Blake (gritting her teeth): We’ve got to get out of here! Please, amp me up!

Jaune: Okay! Okay! Just calm down! *Amps her up*

WF Member 1: Alright, you two! Show yourse- *Sees multiple Blake clones*

WF Member 2: The hell?

WF Member 3: Which one’s the real one?!

*As Blake, Sun, and Jaune are running out of the alleyway, Blake creates a large crowd of clones*

Blake: Alright, you two. Start running, but keep your heads low! *Crotches down*

Jaune: Got it! *Crotches down*

Sun: Don’t gotta tell me twice! *Crotches down*

*The WF Members run out*

WF Member 1: WHAT-

WF Member 2: -THE-

WF Member 3: -HELL?!?

*As Blake and the others move to another area, Blake creates even MORE clones*

WF Member 1: Agh! What the hell?!

WF Member 2: We’re never gonna find them!

WF Member 3: Oh…the boss isn’t gonna be happy about this…

*A few minutes later, Sun, Blake, and Jaune successfully avoided the members, hiding away in a clothing’s store*

Sun (panting): *huff* *huff* Glad that’s over.

Blake (panting): *huff* *huff* We’re not…out of the woods yet. We might wanna purchase some clothing here to disguise ourselves.

Jaune (panting): *huff* *huff* No…argument…here…

Blake (feeling guilty): Jaune, I am so sorry we dragged you into this.

Jaune (chuckling): It’s alright, Blake…

Sun: Jaune, I take back what I said about your semblance being stupid…it’s quite something…

*Jaune smiles at that remark, as he and the others search for clever disguises*

*Yet another week passes as Yang, Pyrrha, and Jaune are fighting against a bunch of Beowolves*

Yang (punching them out): Ha! Raah! Hya!

Pyrrha (piercing them): Ha! They don’t stand a chance against us!

Jaune (defending himself): For you two, they don’t! Me, on the other hand…!

Yang (looking at him): Huh?! Vomit bo- *Gets attacked* GAH! Son of a- *Gets pushed away towards Jaune’s direction*

Jaune (get knocked down by Yang): OOF!! P-Pyrrha, hold on! I gotta do something!

Pyrrha (defending herself): No worries, Jaune! I’ve got this!

Jaune (runs over to Yang): Alright, Yang in there, Yang! *Heals her and amps her up*

*A Beowolf leaps over to the duo, Jaune notices this and braces himself*

Jaune (eyes widened): Oh sh-

*Yang IMMEDIATELY gets up, her eyes turns red and hair starts to glow, then punches the Beowolf away with a powerful blow*

Yang (smirking): MY TURN!!! *Runs headfirst into the horde and starts unleashing a lot of hard-hitting punches and kicks*

Pyrrha (shocked): W-Woah! Yang?!

*After killing the horde with no difficulty whatsoever, a bigger Beowolf appears in front of her*

Yang (cracks her fists): You’re in luck, big guy! *Readies herself*

*The Beowolf roars at Yang, then Yang rushes at its chest and unleashes a flurry of fast-paced punches*

Yang (punching like hell): ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!!!

Jaune (eyes widened): W-Wow…

Yang (does one final, powerful punch): HHHHRRRRAAAAAGGHH!!! *Punches the Beowolf away, and it falls on its back*

*The Beowolf starts jittering uncontrollably, then Yang pulls out her sunglasses, puts them on and smirks*

Yang (crossing her arms): You are already dead.

*The Beowolf starts jittering more, until it explodes into a giant pillar of fire*

Yang (looking at her allies): Heh.

Pyrrha (shocked): Goodness, Yang…! How’d you do that?

*Yang walks over to Jaune, wraps her arm around him, pats his shoulder, and points directly at him*

Jaune (smiling): Uh…hehehe.

Yang (smiling): Thanks for the awesome power boost, ladykiller! Ain’t his semblance awesome, P-money?

Pyrrha (still in awe): Y-Yes! It is!

Yang: This calls for a celebration. Drinks are on me!

*The trio cheers loudly*

[livayl]

Veiled In Nocturnal Shadows Part 2

I had a request to continue this. I hope you`ll like it. :) And please only re blog it to other kink/ fetish blogs, thank you. :) Warning for: A little cussing. 

It starts right after Part 1 had ended but I´ll include the last sentence anyways.

Shokhrakka wordlessly patted his companions flank and closed his eyes once more. Enjoying the newly descending silence as well as his friends company which finally managed to gently appease his vigilant senses towards a much needed sleep. A faint notion of threat crawled the foggy edges of slumber, lurking just beyond reach with eyes glowing crimson like smoldering coals. Blazing beacons around them approaching with deadly silence echoing newly deceased woods. Dreams formerly caressed by fond memories now had turned to a dizzying whirlwind of a dreading calamity. A shiver ran down Shokhrakkas spine, rising fine hairs in alarm and waking dormant muscles. His body raised to a crouch in one fluent motion, eyes wide awake, ready to face any approaching danger.

Through the wickerwork of their magically grown nest he faintly detected moving schemes crawling closer in the darkness. The figures moved in odd swaying motions, their flaming eyes more than 3 meters above ground. Voiceless themselves they seemed to have swallowed all other natural sound around them as well, marching forward in deadly silence. As if all other nocturnal creatures had stilled or fled upon their arrival and left him only with Lillandlians irregularly rattling breath. The creatures bodies seemed flowing and in constant change, resembling distorted shadows of trees painted on a field in moonlight in one moment and melting to fantastic beasts in another. As hard to grasp as icy water running trough ones hands. Strangely, while the Orc could not detect any specific smell, the scent of woods and nature became more pungent with every breath while glowing amber glances traced their way closer and closer. Shokhrakkas hand silently grabbed his great-axes handle, it´s weight and well worn leather a trusted comfort. All his muscles seemed buzzing, already singing the song of war. The tip of his armored boots dug deep into the soft moss as he got ready to lunge. The creatures had formed a still narrowing semi-circle around their little hideout, towering above it while swaying in a breeze only sensed by beings akin to them. By now, the air felt heavy with tension and was deeply saturated with the sickly sweet stench of decay. Thickly coating his nose and lungs with every breath it had become more and more impossible to breath. A frantic gasp, followed by gagging coughs from behind had him on his feet within a heartbeat. Without turning he sensed his companions desperate attempts to get his body upright between choking on what seemed to be worse than just rotting trees. "Don´t-" Lillandlian tried breathlessly, hooves still uselessly scraping against the soil, but could not finish as the deeply entwined vines above them were ripped open. Showering them with dried leaves a big, claw like wooden structure had breached the natural ceiling. Crawling branches reaching to grab Lillandlians body. Shokhrakka jumped forward and swung his ax, ready to cut the damned thing in a half before it could reach its destination. "DON´T ATTACK!" Lillandlian screamed hoarsely. His eyes flickered with magic as lively thick, much too flexible limbs seized the Orcs weapon arm and forced his body back down. "Are you out of your FUCKING mind?!" Shokhrakka yelled back as he helplessly watched the dead woods wrap around Lillandlians shaking, white belly. They tightened and raised the Centaurs body only to.... Leave him standing on his four hooves. Trembling, still out of breath and more moonlight pale than ever, but unharmed. "Why are you worried about it?" Asked a voice so deafening and yet incredibly heard to grasp. So low it resounded deep in Shokhrakkas guts and yet unearthly high it made his ears ring at the same time. "The Orc.... Is my friend." Lillandlian answered between coughs. His bestial chest felt restricted by the wood that still tightly embraced him. "We did not come here to do you harm. We are fugitives and haunted as well." "People always harm. The question is just how much. They rob our fruit, kill our residents and destroy us with no other reason than greed. They take with no limits and are poisoning with their existence alone." The echoing voice answered in a slow, lurking tone. "People may do all that but we did not. We respected and valued your rules." "Yet take a look at yourself, child of the forest. We heard your suffering. We felt your heated pain. We came to find you only to witness you wither in its presence." "Oh you fucked up tree things have no damned-" Shokhrakka started to growl. "Shhh! I am not withering. I am ill and it is not my friends fault." "Ill?" "Yes..." As to prove his point, the slim Centaur was forced to cough until nearly gagging again. "...I must have caught an illness some time ago and had no chance to rest. But the Orc, Shokhrakka, protects and helps me." Lillandlian sniffed, a thick and pathetic sound that again ignited a dreaded itch. "You could have said something sooner though." Apparently, the Orc had adapted to the strange situation fast. "It just got woh--hah-IDZSCHHIIIEW!" Lillandlian belatedly tried to fend off the sudden, almost burning tingling sensation. "Ugh ndot that agaidn... I got worse because I slept on my full bo-ho-dy-hdt-KZZSSSCH! hhh HA-IIZSCHH-HIEH!" "You´re no fucking horse." "Still it is snfff bad if one has an respiratory infection. Especially with a body fused like mine." "I thought you were just sniffly!" "So..." the reverberating voice interrupted, seemingly unfazed by the previous sudden and copiously wetting outbursts and odd conversation it was witnessing. "Your state of being is not the result of that Shokhrakka thing?" "That Shokhrakka thing .... Can´t tell how much it wants you to eat the ax now..." The muttered insult got lost in the creatures unified pealing hum as they... Thought... Contemplated.... Deeply. Completely unaware of Lillandlian squirming in the still steeled grip that made it impossible to successfully tend to his openly running nose. "Shokhraah-PTSCHHHIEH! Could you pleheease hhh HADZZSSCH~IIEW!" "It is not going to blow the nose for you, buddy. Go and ask your new friends." "Why are you so - AH-PTSCHHIUH! hhh- HA-IDZSCHH-IEH! Mean to me?" Lillandlian complained, sniffling urgently in a fruitless attempt to still the steady flow that now trickled down his upper lip. He almost cried out in relieve as he felt the corpse like branch-wood loose his grasp and retreat back. "There is a clearing not far from here. All you need to do is follow the silver current. As it curves through, look at a fallen friend. There grows a plant that my brethren believe will help with this so called illness or yours." Came the vibrating, delayed answer that was accompanied by an almost louder, deliciously relieving nose blow. "But do not stay here longer than necessary or start harming any other lives. These are times where one has to insist on boundaries all the more." "What is a silver stream curving around your friend?" Shokhrakka asked quietly as the creatures slowly, soundlessly retreated. "We are supposed to ssnnf follow a stream to a clearing...." Lillandlian explained, still half submerged into the soft folds of his handkerchief. "And where it turns is a cut down tree with healing plants growing near it. I am supposed to use them and we shall leave as soon as I am able to." "And what kind of plants where those?" Shokhrakka muttered towards the tall, fading silhouettes. "No plants but guardian spirits -pdTSCHHH-hieh! hdtIZZSSSCH-uh!- of this forest." The Centaur answered, swaying slightly with exhaustion. "Will they come play boogeyman again if you´ll try and rest till tomorrow? Don´t think you´ll make it far tonight." "I think that snnnf will be acceptable...."   

[mathiaskillmaster]

My GOT Ending: The Battle of King’s Landing (Episode 5 Season 8) Part 4

Although having lost his rider, Drogon remains galvanized by the fury of the fight against his dragon brother. Viserion closes his mouth on the left wing of Drogon and the two flying creatures start an aerial balet and fall faster and faster, towards the red dungeon. From the throne room, Brienne, Bronn, and Sandor, through a window, perceive with horror the imminent arrival of the two dragons towards them, and hasten to leave the throne room, while carrying with them the body of Jaime. In the anarchic melee, Drogon in a momentum manages to bite and close his jaws on the neck of Viserion, and tightening more and more, literally tries to tear his brother's head off. Seeing the impact more and more imminent, the Night King jumps from Viserion and lands on his feet on the cobblestones of a street, in the middle of the carnage orchestrated by his own troops. Biting each other, Drogon and Viserion, in a last breath of common flames, collide with the roof of the throne room and destroy a large part of it. In the impact, Drogon managed to pull off Viserion's head, killing him once and for all, but the big dragon suffered terribly from the shock and moans weakly in the middle of the rubble. ********* Daenerys survived her fall, dampened by the providencial presence of a big canvas from a shopkeeper's stall in a commercial street. Yet sounded, she watched helplessly and horrified the fall of the two dragons in the red dungeon, which plunges her back a brief moment in her vision of the hall of the destroyed iron throne room. Slightly limping, the queen of dragons roam among the streets, contemplating the chaos around her. In order to better protect herself, she seizes an abandoned sword on the ground. In the midst of cries, she suddenly hears a familiar voice. _ "Khaleesi!" Jorah appears, repeling a few wights in his path, and ends up joining the young queen, more than happy to see him. A wight, however, disrupts the reunion by jumping on Jorah, but Daenerys kills him by piercing his skull with the weapon picked up earlier. Jorah thanks Daenerys and brings her in the direction of the port. On his side, the Night King makes his way in the streets and armed with his sword of ice, massacres all the inhabitants and the soldiers within his reach, while continuing to raise the dead with his terrible power. That's when he comes face to face with Ser Jorah and Daenerys. Immediately, Jorah works to protect his queen and blocks the first sword's blow of the terrible ice king. Jorah in turn tries a riposte, but is easily countered by the monster. Daenerys refuses to see her friend risk his life alone and tries to attack the Night King by the side with her sword. But by his superhuman reflexes, the king of the walkers blocks with one hand the blade of the young queen and looks at her with his sharp blue eye. With a simple gesture, he pushes her back with incredible violence, making her fall to the ground. Seeing this, Jorah tries a final stab, but the Night King avoids it again, passing behind Jorah and with his ice sword, strikes the Andal knight's back all the way up and down, leaving him a deep bloody slash. Daenerys lets out a scream as Jorah, hit hard, falls to one knee on the ground, under the impassive gaze of the Night King. Daenerys rushes to Ser Jorah, and with the energy of desperation, manages to raise him up and take him with her in the opposite direction. The Night King begins to follow them to finish them, but soon he seems to give up and turns his cold eyes towards the partially destroyed red dungeon. Drogon does not seem to have recovered from the fall. The Night King then begins his decided march towards the red dungeon to finish Drogon himself and make him his new undead dragon. ********* For their part, Daenerys, supporting her friend knight as much as possible, continues to advance as fast as possible in the middle of the chaotic streets. Everywhere around them, the cries of the living and the howling of zombies resound, as do the incessant sounds of slaughter. Daenerys and Jorah are forced to make a detour through an alleyway to find the street in front of them suddenly being invaded by the undead, raging on the Lannister soldiers and the inhabitants present. A giant, with a huge wooden mass, hammered relentlessly in front of him, striking and throwing several Lannister soldiers into the air or against the walls of the houses. Daenerys and Jorah manage to sneak into the alley without the giant noticing their presence and the latter, uttering a bestial roar, continues his slaughter. _ "Khaleesi ..." manages to articulate Jorah in an impetus of conscience "... I am only slowing you down ... leave me here ... save your life ..." _ "That's out of the question ..." Daenerys answers firmly, close to tears "... what kind of queen would I be if I don't defend my friends?!" But at the exit of the alley, the young khaleesi is suddenly seized to the throat by the white and cold hand of a white walker, who lifts her off the ground like a feather and stares at her his monstrous blue eyes. Paralyzed by the monster's iron grip, Daenerys can only shake her legs. _ "Khaleesi!" screams Jorah in despair and despite the serious wound and blood loss, rushes to the white walker to hit him with his sword. But the white walker also catches the Andal knight by the throat, and slowly begins to strangle his two victims with his cold hands. Feeling his throat tightly, Jorah can not move. Feeling her breath cut, Daenerys looks at Jorah's sword, still in his hand. With great effort, Daenerys manages to take her friend's Valyrian steel sword, and with a desperate blow, pierces the belly of the white walker with it. The monster freezes, collapsing into thousands of pieces of ice that spread on the ground while Daenerys and Jorah fall to the ground, coughing hard and rubbing their throats. After being able to get up, Daenerys returns her sword to Jorah and continues to support him to walk. ********* From the Dragonpit, Bran enters a new trance and his spirit takes possession of Drogon. For him, out of the question that another dragon does not become the slave of the Night King. Now possessed by the spirit of the three-eyed raven, Drogon stands up and flies away from the ruins of the castle. The Night King seeing this, seizes another of his javelins of ice and throws it with all his might towards the dragon, but the latter manages to avoid it justly. From the sky, Bran can see the gigantic shadow that he spreads over the streets of King's Landing, bringing him back to another vision he had had before. In the skin of the dragon, Bran begins to blow the fire, to kill as many wights as possible. Unfortunately, many civilians and living soldiers are also carried away in the torrents of fire, the sensibility having become a foreign feeling for Bran. ********* In the streets of the capital in total chaos, Jon, Arya and Gendry continue to run as far as possible, making their way between the wights trying to catch them. Jon is once again using Longclaw, shooting down three wights one after the other, while Arya uses her agility to take down the undead backwards and Gendry, armed with his hammer, deals with hitting those who are trying to grip his friends back. But suddenly, a wight, larger than the others catches Arya, stayed further back, by surprise and his hands comes to seize her by the throat and lift. Arya is horrified to the highest degree. Hodor! It's Hodor, blue-eyed and grunting like an animal that just catched her and tries to strangle her. How can that be? What is he doing here? Arya struggles, and is forced to pierce Hodor's eye with her dagger, killing him instantly and finally allowing him to find eternal rest. She ends up joining Jon and Gendry, taking a last look over her shoulder. ********* For their part, Tyrion and Davos, followed by a large number of civilians, finally cross the path of Daenerys and Jorah at the corner of a street. Davos comes to help Daenerys to bring the Andal knight in a bad state and having lost a lot of blood. They manage to reach the port, where are already the ships of the ironborn fleet, now under the control of Yara, open their doors and allow the first survivors to get on board. Once on board, Jorah is taken care of and Daenerys finds Yara. _ "It's a pleasure to meet you again, my queen ..... what are we doing now?" asks the ironborn lady. _ "Take all the survivors to Dragonstone, they will be safe there." the Queen of the Dragon answers without hesitation, which Yara accepts and continues to give orders to the sailors. From the ships, the archers cover the embarkation of the refugees by firing on the wights that are trying to approach. ********** Always in the streets of the ravaged city, but approaching more and more of the port, Sandor, Bronn and Brienne end up being joined by Jon, Arya and Gendry, and the two groups only forming one continues its frantic race for their survival. Behind them, a horde of more and more wights is formed and chases them. Unfortunately, following a leg injury inflicted by a creature, Gendry is lagging behind and begins to weaken dangerously. Sandor then lifts him and puts him like a potato bag on his shoulder and starts running again. Gendry thanks him, what Sandor responds with a "raah shut up, otherwise I leave you here!" But more than the wights, white walkers also begin to appear from nearby streets and head towards the group of fugitives. Even worse, Jon sees the Night King in person among them. In the sky, Drogon, still under the influence of Bran, is forced to stay at a distance so as not to wipe another javelin throw that could work this time. In the city, the last troops of Lannister soldiers finally give way under the immeasurable pressure of the undead. In order to gain precious seconds for their king in the north, the North soldiers who accompanied the commando form a small dam against the wights, but are quickly submerged and massacred by the creatures, under the eyes of Jon, helpless. In the background, the Night King continues to advance confidently, darting his gaze on the young king of the north. Jon's group finally reached the port, under the reassured eyes of their friends to see them arrive, but also the horror of seeing the hordes of dead approaching them. Under Yara's command, the iron-born archers, from the ships, continue to rain their arrows at the nearest undead to give the survivors time to board. Tyrion turned pale with terror at the sight of Brienne carrying Jaime's inert body, which she carefully placed on the deck, and turning her desolate look towards the dwarf, shakes her head nonchalantly, confirming the death of the knight to her little one brother, who could not help but burst into tears. Once on board, Jon sees Daenerys, herself near Ser Jorah seriously injured. The young king from the north joins his beloved and both share a strong embrace and a short kiss. Once the entire group boarded safely, the bridges are immediately removed, blocking access to the dead. A visibly more stubborn wight, however, manages to pounce and cling to the ship's rail, trying to get on board. Yara advances and with a violent blow of ax, decapses the undead which falls then with the water. Without further ado, the order is given and the ships begin to move progressively away from the wharves, under the observation of the Night King and his troops. ********* After having invaded almost all the districts of the capital, the army of the dead had advanced towards the doors of the red dungeon. Two giants knocked down the gates forcefully, allowing the dead troops to now spread through the high walled quarters of King's Landing. ********** Under the city, in the secret warehouse, Varys slices his veins with a knife, letting his blood flow freely and full with the powerful magic he once received from R'hllor himself through the ritual. The blood flows on the ground while the master spy collapses little by little, feeling the life leaving him. Putting her hands in the still fresh blood, Melisandre draws a new source of power. Fixing her gaze on the hundreds of jars of wildfire, she begins to recite an incantation in old Valyrian. With the blood of Varys and the presence of a dragon above King's Landing, the strength of wildfire is increased tenfold. Following the incantation, all the jars simultaneously detonate, triggering a cataclysmic explosion, pulverizing the priestess and the master spy who die together in this magic fire. The explosion is spreading rapidly through the underground and is dangerously close to the surface. At the Dragonpit, Drogon, still possessed by Bran, flies away and moves as far as possible, carrying Samwell on his back, himself holding the body of Bran still in trance, to shelter them. From the ships now far away from the city, all watch with astonishment and horror the devastating explosion, like a volcano erupting, swallowing the entire city in its envelope of green flames. The red dungeon, the city, the dragonpit, everything is covered by the flames, as well as the inhabitants and soldiers who could not escape in time, but also the entire army of the dead, the white walkers, and of course, the Night King. On the deck of the flagship commanded by Yara, the survivors: Daenerys, Jon, Arya, Sandor, Brienne, Gendry, Davos, Tyrion, Bronn and Jorah, the latter being very hurt and unable to stand without help, contemplate powerless the total destruction of the capital of the seven kingdoms, the giant column of flames rising to the sky. But in the middle of the steaming ruins of the capital, a pile of rubble shakes slightly and a pale blue hand emerges, attached to an arm and a body surrounded by an icy blue halo, slowly emerging and standing on his feet ..... in his monstrous blue eyes are reflected the silhouettes of the ships fleeing off .... the eyes of the sole survivor of the explosion .... The Night King.

[ladye11e]

Deception pt 27

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side...

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Link to the full fic so far is Here.

Ramming your shoulder into the door of your apartment, you scowled when you finally got it open, kicking all of the mail out of the way as you had forgotten to get it redirected while you were away. You dropped your bag and keys on the countertop before grabbing the kettle, soon discarding it when you knew you needed something stronger than coffee after everything that had gone on today.

Scouring through your fridge and cupboards; finding them still expectedly bare, you snapped your fingers and sauntered over to your closet, pulling out the dusty bottle of rum that Eddie had graciously given to you as a gift out of his personal stash after he had forgotten your birthday last year. Pouring yourself a generous slosh in your mug, you slumped down at your table and took a swig, spluttering as the flavour of it was what you presumed battery acid would taste like.

"Bloody hell Eddie, how can you drink this stuff?!"

Pushing the mug to one side and drumming your fingers on the table, you mumbled 'recordings' over and over to yourself, hoping it would trigger a glimmer of something. After several minutes, the only thing you could come up with was when you had called Gist about the money, but as Shay had mentioned blackmailing him, you knew that wasn't right, as that didn't implicate him in anything in the slightest. The only way you could find out was to try and get Shay to tell you, but as you had no idea where he was right now, that wasn't an option at the moment.

Grabbing hold of your stomach when it began rumbling furiously; now finding it hard to concentrate with being so hungry, you slunk off the chair and crawled over to the forests worth of mail on the floor, sifting through the pile in search of a decent takeout menu. After tossing a few of the circulars aside, you cocked your head curiously when you spied a crisp white envelope that seemed very out of place, peeking from inside a Chinese menu. Plucking it out, you rolled it in your hands for a moment; even more baffled when you saw that it was completely blank, before ripping it open and tipping its contents on your lap. The corner of your mouth twitched when you snapped up a business card, with nothing on it but a mobile number, and a familiar smiley face.

Dragging yourself up, you upturned your bag and shook it until your phone dropped out, keying in the number and saving it under the name 'Perv' with a snigger. After sending a quick text with nothing but the word, Coffee? on it, you carried on looking through the menus, sighing when you couldn't decide between them all. Clicking on the message when one came back quicker than you expected, you dropped back down on the chair with a groan, when it confirmed what you already knew.

Can't right now, unexpected friends turned up and had to take a short trip. Hopefully back in a day or so. Glad you got your phone sorted!

Of course that's why he contacted you like this, neither of them knew that you had picked up another phone yesterday, so you made a mental note not to tease Gist for one whole day for his quick thinking while you replied.

Okay, let me know when you're back.

Will do. Our friend says, Miss you Xx

You burst out laughing when another message quickly followed with three eye roll emojis, making you rethink your lack of teasing to now, half a day.

Where's his phone? Miss you both, one of you more than the other of course!

He dropped it while, running? I knew it! I shan't let our friend know, it stays between you and me ;)

Aaaaand that was his reprieve gone. You were still chuckling to yourself as you rolled your eyes and went back to the menus, almost dropping your phone when it started ringing in your hand. Connor?! Now this was strange, as he usually avoided calling people if he could, much preferring messaging as he was always busy doing something or other, and finding someone's voice blaring in his ear far too distracting.

"Hey, is everything okay? Don't tell me you need more help with Jacob already?" You snorted, imagining him trying to sneak out of his room in just his gown.

"(Name)..."

You froze as the tone of his voice sent a shudder through you, which was somewhere between panic and on the verge of tears as he repeated your name when you didn't answer him.

"What is it?! What's wrong?!"

"Achilles. He has been rushed to the hospital..."

"I'm on my way." You whispered, your fingers holding your phone so tight that it was on the verge of shattering in your palm.

After breaking nearly every traffic law in the book, you cursed out loud when the only parking space you could find was three blocks away from the hospital. Sprinting the rest of the way, you were barely able to breathe by the time you almost slammed into the automatic doors, as they decided to open at a snail's pace. Pushing your way to the front of the queue at the receptionists' desk, you ignored the murmurs and scowls from everyone, slamming your hand on the counter while you tried to speak through your rapid breathing.

"A-Achilles... Daven..port. Where... Is he?!"

"There is a line you know." The now surly woman grumbled, adjusting her glasses before typing on her computer. "He's just been admitted to ICU..... Hey! Family only!"

You knew your way around enough to dart off before she had even finished and had a chance to call security, skidding to a stop at the lifts and mashing the button repeatedly. Barging out the elevator impatiently after it had stopped at every single fucking floor before reaching the ICU, you slowed down and hesitantly walked over when you saw Connor sat on one of the benches outside the first room, head buried in his hands. Crouching down in front of him, you gently placed your palm on his cheek and tilted his head up, immediately throwing your arms around him when you saw his eyes were bloodshot and puffy.

"What's happened?" You whispered, not even caring that your ribs were on the verge of breaking when he returned the embrace.

"Pneumonia. I-It's...bad. The doctors say..."

Holding on as tightly as you could when he couldn't continue and chocked back a sob, you stayed there for a moment before managing to twist yourself so you could sit next to him, your head snapping up with a glare when two security guards had finally caught you up and were yelling at you to leave. You couldn't see Connors face, but you could assume what his expression was, when they suddenly stopped in their tracks, holding their hands up and walking backwards, absolutely terrified.

"Wish I could do that." You chuckled, giving him a soft smile when he took a deep breath, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "What can I do? To help? Need me to get anything for you?"

"Just stay with me (name)."

And that's precisely what you did.

You were here all night, calming him down when his temper rose, and as a pillow for him when he broke down. You had finally managed to get him to stop pacing around six in the morning, and he was now laying on the bench with his legs dangling off of the end, and his head on your lap, snoring softly. Stroking his hair to keep him soothed, you rested your head on the wall and dared to close your eyes for a moment, trying to ignore the twisting and gnawing ache of your stomach, as you hadn't eaten in nearly two days. Not wanting to fall asleep yourself, you flicked your eyes open and just stared at the ceiling, trying not to chuckle as Connor had now started murmuring while he dozed.

"Mrs, Um, Raah...ton...hnng..?"

Lolling your head forwards and, raising your eyebrows to the weary-looking nurse who had managed to sneak up on you in your sleep deprived state, you rolled your eyes as she stared at her clipboard and frowned, silently mouthing (and failing) the name again. You decided to put her out of her misery after the third attempt, but not correcting her assumption of who you were, as you didn't want to risk almost getting thrown out again.

"Ra-doon-ha-gay-doon. Yes?"

"Mrs Ra...doo... I give up. Sorry. Your father is stable, for now, and he is awake. You can go in and see him, but please keep it brief, he is very weak."

Nodding to the nurse as she walked away, you shook Connors' arm gently to wake him, surprised when he turned his head and stared at you wide-eyed with a slight grin.

"I heard. Mrs."

"Oh get up you big oaf. My leg fell asleep an hour ago." You giggled, massaging your thigh when he sat himself up and stretched out. "Why didn't you just put Connor?"

"It is a habit when I fill out a form. Also, it is always amusing hearing people try to pronounce it. "

"Who knew you were so evil? I'll grab us something to drink okay? Won't be long."

You patted his hand gently as he squeezed your shoulder with a soft smile before creeping into Achilles room, leaving you to wander off and find a literal, bucket of caffeine.

On the way back, you thought you'd best check up on Jacob while you were here, finding him in the same room you had left him in yesterday. Poking your head around the door, you winced at the brace that was around his leg before turning to go when you saw that he was asleep, stopping in your tracks when he mumbled something that you didn't quite catch.

"What was that?"

"I said, about time someone came to see me."

Closing the door and slumping down into the chair next to the bed, you finished off the remnants of your drink and immediately started on the next, hissing when you burnt your tongue slightly in your haste.

"Yeah sorry, been a bit busy. So what was the diagnosis?"

"Ribs are just bruised, but my kneecap is busted. Gonna take about two months to heal up. Soooo, what was so important that you couldn't come and see your favourite mate? What are you doing??"

Stopping prodding your tongue where the scorch mark was with a shrug of your shoulders, you ran your hand over his brace thoughtfully, as you wondered just who was going to be helping him with his recovery with everything going on at the moment.

"Guess you didn't hear. Achilles got rushed in yesterday, I've been upstairs all night with Connor."

"What?! Why?? Is he sick?! Did he have an accident??"

Balls. You had forgotten that Achilles didn't want anyone knowing what he was going through, but seeing as you had already put your foot in it, you might as well tell him, as there was already a high chance of him finding out anyway with him being here.

"Right. You tell no one this. You understand?"

You narrowed your eyes when he crossed his chest with the tip of his finger; wondering if he was being sincere, but as he looked genuinely worried for a change, you believed you could trust him with the said secret.

"Achilles is sick. Very sick. Cancer. And before you go off on one for no one telling you, the only people who know are Altäir and Connor. I found out by accident."

Sitting there in uncomfortable silence as he just lowered his head and stared at his leg, you grabbed your drink and fiddled with the lid while you let what you had said sink in. Just like you, he didn't know Achilles very well, but as bad as losing one of your own was, it was the fact that it was Connors father that made it worse.

"Um, I've gotta get back. I'll come down again when I can alright?"

Getting up when he nodded his head numbly, you made your way back upstairs, just as Connor came out of Achilles room with a doleful expression.

"Here, I got you one of those Innocent smoothies you like, with the extra plant mush. How is he?"

Passing him the bottle and plonking yourself back down on the bench, the corner of your eye started doing something resembling a nervous tick when he drank half of its contents in one swallow, before scoffing as he sat down next to you.

"He is resting, but the doctors say that the antibiotics might not work. We shall have to wait and see. Here. Will you just try it?"

Your face contorted into a grimace when he shoved the juice into your free hand, gesturing for you to take a sip. Sniffing it timidly before slowly putting the bottle to your lips, you almost choked when he tipped it up with his finger, forcing you to take a hefty gulp.

"See? It is nice, isn't it."

Actually, it's not that bad... But you would never in a million years admit that, so as soon as you had managed to swallow the green slop, you stuck your tongue out and scraped at it with your nails, before finishing off your own drink; sloshing it around your mouth first.

"Blergh! I think I've been poisoned. Good job we're already in a hospital."

You grinned smugly as you had managed to cheer him up for a moment when he let out a heartfelt chuckle, but it didn't last long when he sat back with a heavy sigh and, stared at you out of the corner of his eye.

"Achilles, he wants to see you."

"Me? Why?"

"I do not know, but he was insistent. Will you go in?"

Raising your eyebrows in bewilderment as you sat there for a second, trying to guess what on earth he would want to speak to you about, but you thought it best not to linger and nodded as you got up, closing the door quietly behind you.

You hovered at the back of the room for a moment to let your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, then slowly parted the curtains that were drawn around the bed, pursing your lips when you saw Achilles hooked up to several softly beeping machines, and an oxygen mask over his face.

"Achilles? You wanted to see me?" You whispered, sitting down on the chair next to the bed when his eyes flickered open.

Drifting your gaze over his face when he pulled down the mask, you couldn't believe how different he looked compared to the last time you saw him. His skin was hanging off his bones, as he had lost a lot of weight from what you could only assume was by having chemotherapy, and his eyes were glassy, almost lifeless as he turned his head to face you.

"Yes." He croaked, as speaking and breathing was probably the most painful thing he could do right now, wheezing in between words. "I need... you to do...something for me. Will...you do it?"

You nodded without thinking, as whatever it was you were going to make sure you did it, without question.

"Connor. Take care...of him for me. He...will need...your help. So...proud of him...my boy. "

"Of course, sir. That's not something you ever needed to ask."

Gently taking his hand while he pulled his mask back up to take a few more swallows of oxygen, your eyes widened slightly when he pulled it back down again to carry on talking, his hand squeezing your fingers as tight as he could muster.

"There is...something else. A-a traitor...in our folds. You...must find them. Speak...to Altäir..."

He trailed off when your fingers noticeably flinched in his palm, his eyes locking with yours and holding your gaze for what felt like an eternity, boring into your soul as if he was reading your mind. His hand snapped away from you as what was left of the colour in his face drained away, leaving you just staring at him blankly.

"No...it can't be...not...you"

"Achilles, plea-"

"No...no. Nonononono!"

You jumped up when the alarms suddenly set off on the machines, rapid, loud beeping drowning out his words before he started coughing, making you pull his mask back up when his lips started turning blue.

"It's not what you think! Please Achilles, calm down! Nurse! Doctor, anyone!!? Help!"

Trying to keep the mask on him while he was flailing about, you sat him up when with one more rattling cough, he covered the inside of it with dark red blood, the machines now ringing even faster in your ear.

"You need to leave!"

Stepping to the side and pressing yourself up against the wall as several nurses and a doctor barged by you, you wrung your hands and slid across it slowly towards the exit, crashing into Connor who was hovering in the doorway, his face contorted in fear.

[senseisyfr]

Filthy Little Kitty I’m Gonna Make You Meow....

[STRONG CONTENT!]

Nezumi was at her house in the sofa, playing video games, very focused, nervous.

Nezumi : RAAH COME ON..!!!!! COME OOOON !!!!!!!!!!! FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!!! (she was losing) Fuckin game..!

Center : (coming, smiling) How you doin honey ?? 

Nezumi : (still focused on her game) Good… how was work ?

Center : (throws herself at her, playful) Normal…. (kissing)

Nezumi : Mmph..!!! Babyy..!! (smiling) 

Center : You missed me..? (necking her)

Nezumi : If you knew…. (smiling) 

Center : Mmm…. then…. (kissing) let’s play together…. (kissing)

Nezumi : (smiling) You’re a better game…. (kissing, dropped her gamepad) 

Center : (lay on top of her, kissing, whispering) I’ll get your wheels up….

Nezumi : (eyes closed) Aahhh…! 

Center was taking off Nezumi’s belt while they were kissing, smiling as this one kissed her faster. But suddenly Nezumi stopped when she smelled Center’s neck.

Center : (whispering) What’s wrong..? (kissing)

Nezumi : Who kissed you baby ?

Center : (smiling) Guests, why ?? Men, women…

Nezumi : The name of the bitch who did ?!

Center just laughed, loving how Nezumi was actually jealous. The girl smiled before changing her expression, turning into a cold one, taking a bag and quickly leaving. Center who was still in the sofa, watched her girlfriend walking out the door, with a vicious smile on her face.

Nezumi arrived at Aquarium and walked in, determinated. She surprised all the guests when she shot in the air, scaring them.

Nezumi : (speaking almost like it’s nothing) Everything is fine people, I’m just looking for someone so shut the fuck up ! Her name is Sak..

She suddenly noticed Sakura in a corner who was talking with a man, both of them starting to be drunk, laughing like crazy, visibly not realizing what was happening. Nezumi quickly walked to Sakura. 

Nezumi : (smirking) Here you are…

Before Sakura had the time to react, Nezumi immediately grabbed her arm, leaving the place.

………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Sakura was dreaming, dreaming hard. She heard Center talking to her.

Center : Sakura ?? Wake up sweetie, I brought your dinner !!

Sakura : You’re so sweet, ohh Centeer..!

She strangely couldn’t really remember since when she was dating Center. Better than that, she couldn’t remember of dating her at all actually. All she knew was she felt like being on the edge of a cliff, trying not to fall.

Center : You’re okay ??!!

Sakura : Y..Yes..!! It’s just like I get vertigo !!

Center : Hahaha !! Come on, open your eyes sweetie….

Sakura : (smiling) That’s not funny ! I caaan’t..!!

Center : Lazy girl, I’ll get you out of the bed….

Sakura opened her eyes but it was blurry. Slowly, her vision was getting clear again but suddenly terror appeared on her face.

Nezumi : (smirk) Hello baby….

Sakura wanted to scream but Nezumi immediately clamped her hand over the girl’s mouth. 

Sakura : HMMPHH !!!!!!

Nezumi : Shh…. be quiet please…. (kissed her cheek, smiling)

Sakura took a quick look around her. It seemed like she was at Center and Nezumi’s house, in their spacious room, which has a bathtub, a few meters near Sakura. She had her hands tied up with a rope, standing in the middle of the room. 

Sakura : W..What do you want Nezumi ??????!!!!!! Please let me go..!!!!!!

Nezumi : (sitting on a chair, doing drugs, smiling) What do I want ? What a funny question…

Sakura : STOP PLAYING GAMES, WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : You gotta be fuckin kiddin me Sakura, right ?! Aah, poor girl ! You’re really hopeless. Everytime it’s the same fuckin shit again ! (standing) You can have anyone you want, choose anyone you want, but… no. You like pissing everybody off.

Sakura : I… I DIDN’T FUCK CENTER !!!!!!

Nezumi : (smiling) Glad you figured out what I was talking about… (coming near her) Such a pure innocent girl…

Sakura : (scared) I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING, LET ME GO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : Because of you… we couldn’t have a nice private moment Center and me… (hitting her heavily in the stomach)

Sakura : AARGH..!!!!!

Nezumi : I hate being interrupted in the middle of a business. (slapped her hard)

Sakura : You’re..!!!!

Nezumi : Hmm… (walking slowly around her, checking her out) I understand what kind of danger you represent for couples, for my wife…

Sakura : Tss !! You’re not even married !!!

Nezumi : IT’S THE SAME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Her tone scared Sakura.

Nezumi : (facing her, evil smile) So…. what about having fun a little together…. (kissing)

Sakura : HMPH..!!!!! 

Sakura couldn’t do anything as Nezumi forcefully kissed her and suddenly bit her neck.

Nezumi : That’s for my Center…. 

Sakura : NOO..!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : You love her so much, right…? (kissing) You really wanna fuck her…. (kissing, lifting Sakura’s dress up, rubbing her ass, pinching) I can feel it from a thousand miles….

Sakura : PLEASE NO..!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DON’T TOUCH ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi slowly pulled down Sakura’s panties.

Nezumi : Shh…. I told you to be quiet…. (kissing) got it…? (taking off the back of Sakura’s dress, still facing her, biting her lip, evil smile) I’ll be gentle….

Sakura : (panicked) NOOO PLEASE, STOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : I’ll cure you of the desire to fuck her…. (kissing, licking Sakura’s neck)

Sakura : NEZUMIII..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : You’ll feel my pain…. (ripped off Sakura’s bra) ohh yeahh…. (kissing, smiling) Mmm…. nice rack…. (suckin her tits)

Sakura : NOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : (smiling) You can scream as loud as you want…. nobody hears you baby…. (kissing) You’re gonna love me….

Sakura : YOU FUCKIN CUNT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (hitting her hard between the legs)

Nezumi : AAARGH..!!!!!! (instinctively stepped back to avoid Sakura’s kick again, smiling) You’re really exciting me girl…. If you want me so much just ask…. (suddenly grabbing brutally Sakura’s legs, putting them on her shoulders, holding her thighs tight, licking her lips, smiling while watching her)

Sakura : (panicked) NOOOO PLEASE NOOO STOP..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi giggled as Sakura was desperately struggling. She snapped her fingers and a little piece of Mozart - Lacrimosa, was played. Nezumi ate her out, sensually. We could hear both the music and Sakura’s screams. Center was hidden in a corner of the room, smoking, thinking. She smiled. Nezumi licked Sakura harder, deeper, enjoying the pain she was giving to her victim.

Nezumi : Mmm…. come on, Sakura…. (kissing, sucking her clit) You can do better, yeahh…. (kissing) scream…. scream more…. (tongue fucked her) like this, yeess…!

Sakura : NOOOOOO..AAAHHHH..!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : (smiling) That’s it, you’re getting started…. (kissing) Hehehe…. (stopped, watched her, dropped her legs, music cut) But….

Sakura quickly turned her head away as Nezumi wanted to kiss her again, but this one took Sakura’s face between her two fingers, forcing the girl to look at her.

Sakura : NOO..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : Once you’re screwed you can’t fight…. (kissing) Your body just wants more, even if your mind doesn't…. (kissing her chest, necking her)

Sakura : LET… ME GO..!!!!!!!!! NOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : (smiling, kissing) You’re turning me on girl…. All right…. (walking to a small table, looking for something)

Center looked at her, as the girl was next to her. Nezumi felt her presence, she smiled. They winked at each other as Sakura couldn’t see Center. 

Sakura : (scared, seeing Nezumi coming back to her) WHAT…WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ??????!!!!!!

Nezumi : Hehehe…. (caressing her face, kissing) You’re troublesome…. but really hot at the same time…. (sucking her tits) That’s why I need to shoot you down definitively…. (kissing)

Sakura : YOU’RE JUST A FUCKIN INSANE BITCH WHO SHOULD DIE IN YOUR FUCKIN SEWERS !!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : (smiling) Come on Sakura, I know you love me…. (kissing) you want me so bad…. Kiss me….

Sakura : I RATHER DIE THAN TOUCHING YOUR DISGUSTING BODY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : I’ll force you…. (suckin hard her tits)

Sakura : NOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : (showing a green pill, the EXT-ecstasy) Hehehe…. See this…? You’re gonna be obsessed by me…. (necking her) and won’t ever feel anything for Center anymore, excepted the pain that I give when I fuck her…. (taking off her clothes) or when she’s fucking me too….

Sakura : W..WHAT ??????!!!!!! (shaking her head, scared) NO WAY..!!! YOU’RE CRAZY !!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : No… I’m just protecting my territory…. (licking Sakura’s pussy, putting the pill inside her for 2 secs before removing and shaking it)

Sakura : AAAAAAAAAH..!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : Enjoy baby…. (putting the pill in Sakura’s mouth forcing her to swallow)

Sakura wanted to spit it out but Nezumi kept her hand over the girl’s mouth while she had the other one on her throat, threatening to kill her, warning look on her face. Another music was played, techno, electro.

Sakura : (panicked, struggling) HMMPHHGMMMM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GMMPHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (swallowed the pill, crying at the same time)

Nezumi who still had her left hand over Sakura’s mouth, placed herself behind her, sensual, her free arm wrapping Sakura’s waist.

Nezumi : (biting her ear, having her hand now on both Sakura’s nose and mouth) I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t remember what happened to you baby…. (smothering her while fingering her brutally) AHH !!!!! AHH !!!!!

Sakura : HGMMMMMPH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi then fisted her as she felt Sakura’s vagina starting to react to the effects. She replaced her hand only over Sakura’s mouth this time, letting her breathe normally. This one stopped crying, getting suddenly so aroused. She tried hard to focus about Center but it didn’t work, Nezumi was turning her on so much. Her memories started to disappear, she only knew that she needed to be fucked by the girl, enjoying it. Nezumi then thrust gently her fingers in Sakura’s pussy before quickly changing the pace, eyes closed, biting her lip.

Nezumi : Aaaahhhhh yeahh..!!! You’re good, keep going sweetie…. keep going…. I want to hear you….

Sakura : (eyes closed, opening her mouth) MMMMM OOOOOOHHHHHHH YEAAHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAHHHH..!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : (smiling, kept fucking her hard) More…. more…!!! Come…on..!!!

Sakura : OOOHHHH YEESS AAHHH..!!!!! OOOOOHHHHHHHH PLEASE AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEAASEE..!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : (kissing her neck, biting her ear, now fisting brutally her ass, shaking her arm) And like this baby…? You love it…? Tell me…. 

Sakura : AAAHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : (now put both hands in her pussy, pushing hard, smiling) Cum baby…. now….

Center showed herself but Sakura didn’t see her as she had her eyes closed and was too focused on Nezumi who both fingered her pussy and her ass, torturing her. Center slowly took off her clothes.

Sakura : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NEZUMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (cummed hard)

Nezumi : (facing her, kissing) Perfect…. (smiling, caressing her face) You’re really a very good bitch…. (kissing)

Center : (smiling) Honey, put the strapon….

Sakura : (surprised to see her) Center..????!!!! 

Nezumi : I don’t have it baby…. I forgot it….

Center : (walking to her) What ???!!! Are you fuckin kiddin me ????!!!! Dammit Nezumi !!!!!

*Actually the two girls were pretending to pick a fight.*

Nezumi : I’m sorry…

Center : Damn you’re so fuckin dumb !!!!!!!! THIS IS THE BASIS BETWEEN FEMMES, NEVER FORGET THE FUCKIN STRAPON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : Baby..!

Center : (grabbing brutally her arm, pulling the girl against her) I’m not going to forgive you honey…. (biting Nezumi’s lips, her neck) You need a good beating…. (slapped her butt)

Nezumi : (eyes closed) Ooohhhh…!

Sakura : Don’t touch her, Center !!!!!!!!

Center : (smiling, teasing) Why, Sakura…? Don’t you want me anymore…? I thought you hated Nezumi…. (slapping Nezumi’s butt again)

Nezumi : AAAHHHH PLEASE..!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : DON’T TOUCH HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : (caressing Nezumi’s face, kissing her chest) Whyy…? (kissing and thrusting her)

Nezumi : OOOOOHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!

Sakura was suffering a lot, not understanding what was happening to her. She couldn’t stand to see Nezumi being tortured.

Sakura : Please Center..!!!!!!!

Center : Nezumi is my love, Sakura…. why couldn’t I touch her…? (kissing Nezumi) Mmm…. (looking at Sakura while kissing Nezumi’s shoulder) You wanna fuck my wife…?

Sakura : (panting) YES..!!!!!

Center : Honey…. (kissing, smiling, whispering) looks like she really wants you….

Nezumi : (whispering too) Oohhh baby…! What should I do…? (smiling)

Center : (whispering) Shag her in front of me, inside…. (kissing)

Nezumi : (whispering, smiling) With pleasure…. (kissing, turned to Sakura) All right beauty… (coming near her, touching her boobs, rubbing her pussy, smiling) You’re still wet…. (kissing)

Center placed herself behind Sakura, kissing her back.

Center : (smiling) What a shame that you don’t want mee…. (biting Sakura’s ear, looking at Nezumi, smiling) Tell me… if my wife is good…. Mmm…. okay…? (Nezumi kissed Sakura)

Center untied Sakura but quickly hold her arms cause this one was about to jump on Nezumi, she was still the ecstasy animal. Center took her to the bathtub that was full of water, Nezumi following her. She tied her hands up to the bath mixer before leaving, standing jut next to the bathtub, making space now for Nezumi. Sakura, overexcited, watched Nezumi taking a glass of water (obviously mixed with something), giving it to her.

Sakura : (curious) What’s this ??? 

Nezumi : (smiling) Something to get you even more excited sweetie…. 

Sakura : (laughing, totally naive) If you take it too then we’ll both explode !! 

Nezumi : (pouring the drink in Sakura’s mouth) Hehehee…. let’s see if you’ll find it funny afterwards….

Sakura drank it all and a few secs later, she regained her memories, returned to her normal state and immediately feared when she saw Nezumi looking at her with a devilish smile.

Nezumi : (joining her in the tub, kept smiling) Welcome back baby….

Sakura : NOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Nezumi spread her legs) PLEASE, NOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : What’s wrong Sakura…? (brutally thrusting her) You’re so tense…. (forcefully kissed her)

Sakura : N..HMPHHHHHMMM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE STOOP..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : Relax princess…. everything is okay…. (thrusting her hard)

Sakura : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOO..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : The more you’re screaming, the more you’re getting me wild aaahhhh..!!! (kissing, fisting her) Yeeessss ooohhhh moore..!!!!!!!

Sakura : STOOOOP NOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT ARE Y..HMMMPHHHHH..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi gagged her. She kissed her neck before biting it, suckin her tits and thrust her deeper, faster.

Nezumi : Aaaahhhhh yeaahh…! (squeezing her boobs) Like thiis….!!

Sakura : HMMMMMMPHHHHH HMMMMMM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : You’re so hot girl…. (eating her out) mmm…. delicious….

Center : (turned on) Oohhh gosh honeyy…!! 

Nezumi stopped temporarily to kiss Center, the two kissed a few secs before Nezumi ungagged Sakura.

Sakura : CENTER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi slapped her.

Center : Screw her hard honey….

Nezumi : (smiling) Yeaahhh…. give it to me beauty…. (tongue fucked Sakura) I want to hear you meow.... say meoww Sakura....

Sakura : AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! N..NOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHH..!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi : Your body needs to get pleasure…. (kissing her) Mmm…. fuck aahhh…!! (grinding hard her pussy on Sakura’s one) YEESSS COME ON SAKURA..!!!! (suckin hard her tits)

Sakura : (crying) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi untied her and quickly pinned her wrists down, kissing her roughly before pushing herself against her, smiling, forcing the girl to look at her. Sakura kept struggling, panicked, but couldn’t really do anything.

Nezumi : (smiling) Where the fuck do you wanna go, girl…? You can’t escape from me…. (kissing, thrusting her hard) You wanna die…? (suddenly choking and drowning her, biting her lip)

Sakura : URRGLLLLLL..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi then turned her over, clamped her hand over Sakura’s mouth and fucked her roughly.

Sakura : HMMMMMMPHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi kept torturing her in all positions, forcing her to cum again. She rubbed her own pussy before putting her fingers in Sakura’s mouth.

Nezumi : SAY YOU LOVE IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAY YOU WANT ME TO BANG YOU MORE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAY IT BITCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : HMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOOOOOP PLEAAAAAASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nezumi forced and forced again, fingering her hard till she cummed a few secs later. Sakura’s body became too weak, she no longer had strength to move, frazzled. Nezumi kissed her again, licking the girl’s juices on her hand, satisfied.

Nezumi : Good baby girl…. (kissing) Here, swallow…. (drugged her, smiling)

Sakura struggled but slowly closed her eyes, falling asleep. Nezumi left the bathtub.

Center : She won’t remember anything at all… (smiling, kissing) Honeyy….

Nezumi : (kissing) What should we do if she turns around you again…? (smiling)

Center : (whispering) I’ll kill her…. (kissing, biting her ear)

Nezumi : Oohhh babyy..!

Center : (smiling) Let’s go back to our game…. (kissing) Mmm….

Nezumi : Yeahh…. (smiling, kissing)

Center gave her hottest smile, taking the girl’s hand, leading her to the bed. She snapped her fingers and a romantic music was playing. She pushed her down the bed, both of them biting their lip, smiling, kissing passionately.

Nezumi : Meoowww..!!

Center : (smiling, kissing) Rrrr…. 

End, thank you for reading. Well, I advise you not worrying too much about Sakura, guys. I can’t say more but, you’ll see soon ;) . Anyway… This story will be posted on the other sites in a later time, by respect for the previous one that I need to finish. Love ! 

[k-hiphopshit]

I’m Not Sorry (Dean x Reader)

Requestedby anon. I don’t know if it’s angst but I tried, based on the song “i’m not sorry” by Dean. Enjoy!

You thought that being with Hyuk would be great, he wined and dined you, he treated you like the most precious woman. You were in the industry too so you did not trust him, you were an underground rapper and you were around rappers and other artists all the time, so you knew the game. You know the saying "things happen when you are not on guard"? exactly that.

He started ignoring you, missing calls and dates became normal, you started feeling used and it hurt, he was only there when he needed someone to warm his bed. The worst part was when you decided to confront him, asking questions he didn't want to answer.

"Hyuk i'm not a hooker, I deserve more than this, you told me I deserve everything! where did that go?"

"Look, I don't have time for this"

He went to get his trousers and pulled a pack of money, he started approaching you with the pack on his hand, you could feel your stomach turning.

"Take this, go buy some nice stuff and have a good night OK princess?"

He instructed you, placing the money on your hand. You looked at him with rage, you might have been sad a second ago but now you were fuming. You acted automatically and slapped him as hard as you could, you threw the money at him and got up to get your stuff. He just stood there looking at you with a devious smile.

"Don't EVER call me again, you are an asshole"

"Whatever you say princess, close the door on your way out"

"Go to hell"

-

You started issolating yourself, you had true feelings for Hyuk and seeing him treating you like this was a huge pain to your heart but also to your ego. Because of your unstable mind you decided to take a break from everything, from your friends, your studio, social media, the gym,everything. You stayed at home, you knew it would hurt your career but you had to do this, you ad to deal with your heartbreak.

Slowly but surrely you rose back up. You went to the gym, you called a few friends and you heared a few beats for inspiration. Of course your "no show" attitude made your name take a tumble, you just suddenly went ghost mode and people thought you were done for, you had to get started all over again, but you were ready to face the music and show to everyone that you still lived for music. 

"I don't want to face him again"

"This is the best opportunity to put your name back out there, Show me the money is a huge show and can give you back your credibility. If you do get through the team selection pick another team, you have worked with Jay and he would for sure want you on his team"

Your producer argued back. You and him had managed to develop a good friendship, that is the reason he was on your case for applying to this stupid show, you had to admit he was right about how big the show was,but could you really stand seeing his face again. You knew good and damn well that he would feel a great satisfaction for being able to judge you, cause that's just how he was, an asshole full of pride and lust for power over anyone.

"I don't know"

"This is your career (y/n) you are going to throw it away for him? this will give him more pleasure than letting him be a judge. Even if you don't go, you will have to face him, you can't hide anymore"

That hit you straight in your heart. He was right, you have been avoiding him for such a long time, you can't keep doing this, also it will help you one hundred percent move on from this, to finally see him and be comfortable with it, don't just run out the room or refuse to go to an outing just in the thought he could be there.

"Fine, I will apply"

-

On the first round of auditions you were lucky. Tiger JK was the one that showed up in front of you to hear what you had, so you bowed and waited for him to give you the go 

(These are lyrics from a song I like, nicki minaj ft. eminem Roman's Revenge)

I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is lagging See me in that new thing, bums is gagging I'm starting to feel like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon I'm starting to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' So fuck I look like getting back to a has-been Yeah, I said it, has-been, hang it up, flat screen Plasma, hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencing I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back, bitch, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cutting it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fucking with You lil' Fraggle Rock, I beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know it's tough But enough is enough

You were happy with your delivery, your voice loud and clear with a heavy amount of confidence. Tiger JK smiled and gave you the necklace.

"Good Job, keep working hard"

You smiled and put the necklace on, as you saw the cameras approach you to see your reaction.

"2017 will be the best year, watch out"

-

Now was the hard part, but you decided to make it even harder so you pulled a few lyrics you had written while heartbroken just to fully let it all out and actually show some emotion other than confidence and the common project of "i'm the best, I get money" that everyone was projecting. So you patiently waited until your name was called and it did, you took a deep breath and walked to the door before the stage with the put of fire.

"Ohh this will be interesting"

Jay said. He was one of the few people you had confessed everything that happened, he sympathised with you and helped you find yourself again, you owed a lot to him.

The door opened and you walked in trying to avoid eye contact with him, inside you were shaking but on the outsdie you just smiled and stood on the spot with the big X.

"Who was the one that passed you?"

"Tiger Jk hyung"

You answered and looked at him. So did the others, waiting to hear the reason behind it.

"She had very strong lyrics, she was very strong and neat with the lyrics so the necklace was very well deserved."

"Thank you"

"Okay so let's go"

(These lyrics are from a song “doin’ good by kittib and Verbal jint)

It’s the first for me too After I met you, I got some sick time off But things just got dull and soft My growth did not become better

Even when you changed things however you wanted I was so busy adjusting to that I didn’t want to acknowledge this But my heart is bigger, even if I became the weaker person

I remember back then, you said, “not you” but I told you that I got this someday I hated myself for being next to you I hated myself but I still believed in myself

I’ve opened my once blind eyes I’ll put away the question mark that I had on myself No one can knock me down I’m turning the light off between us

I’m not a firefighter but now I’m extinguishing So I won’t find myself in anyone else Focus, look in the mirror Believe in what you see, I’ll win it all I’ll give time to myself instead of guys I need nothing

You took a deep breath and pretty much got out of the zone that you were on, you didn't really pay attention to the judges while you were rapping, it was like you were alone in the booth or your house. Although you got an all pass.

"That was a strong amount of emotion"

"I went on a hiatus because of something that happened on my personal life, so I wanted to come back here because I want to show that i'm still worth it but to also give a glimpse of were my mindset was at the time"

You explained looking at Dok2, who was the one that asked. They nodded and you waited for further comments.

"It was beautiful, we don't really see others coming here and admitting feelings like that"

Gaeko commented and you nodded, it was exactly what you wanted to achieve and you were happy someone got the memo.

"That's what I wanted, we are all humans"

"We'll see you on the next round"

Zico chipped in. You bowed and walked away with a happy smile all over your face. You did it, not only you passed, you saw and performed right in front of him, with confidence might I add.

-

What you did not expect was an unexpected phone call during the night hours. You picked up thinking nothing off it but your breath hitched to your throat once you heard that familiar voice.

"That was quite a show you put on today (y/n)"

Dean. You had stopped calling him by his real name a while ago, since the fame had eaten him up and there was no real person behind Dean. You swallowed the lump in your throat and faced the music

"What do you want?"

"I know you want to hear a sorry (y/n), but i'm not sorry. Actually I think I should hear a thank you from you, since the song that gave you a pass was all about me"

"Is this why you called?"

"Come on (y/n). What do you want to hear? that I missed you? No I don't, why you were hiding I made money. Why did you even performed that? to make me regret what I said? no I don't"

You could not understand why he called you,he was just bragging, honestly you did not feel hurt or pissed anymore, you were just over it.

"Here's what's up Dean. Don't ever call me again, you are an asshole that does not deserve any of my time, let me succeed on my own and please if I do make it in a team I would appreciate it if you NEVER come and talk to me. I hope you rot with your money in hell"

After that you hunged up. There it was, the pain was slowly creeping on to you, why did it had to be like this? why doeshe want to hurt you so badly? he called just to put you down, to rub his success on your face, he acted like you had hurt him and not the other way around. That's when the question came

"Should I give the show up?"

What if he is like this all the time? What if he never stops calling you, can you live with him waiting to rip you in pieces? What will happen next?

[shankarjaikishanfansassnintl]

Three Cheers for the Timeless Thrill of ‘Teesri Manzil’!  Remembering RDB

by

Subramanium Viswanathan

Remembering RDB on his birthday ... and reposting my ‘matinee experience’, which made me sit up, and take notice of him!

Three Cheers for the Timeless Thrill of ‘Teesri Manzil’!

1971. SIES College of Arts & Science, Sion, Mumbai.

I had just stepped out of S.I.E.S High School and entered the S.I.E.S College as a First Year Science student. I was pleasantly surprised at the new-found privileges of being a college student, which included the freedom of ‘cutting classes’ (something unthinkable at school), whenever one just was not in a mood to attend the lectures, or whenever there was some ‘unavoidable circumstance’, such as having to attend the matinee show at the near-by theatre.

Rupam at Sion Circle (now PVR Multiplex or something) was strategically located near the college. The theatre was just a stone’s throw away from the college, but the students preferred to throw themselves at the spot, more often than into class-rooms.

Now before you all get my credentials wrong, let me declare that I was not the irresponsible undisciplined ‘tapori’ type of teen-ager that you would imagine. I was a shy, sincere, serious, studious and spectacled student that time. Bunking classes for a matinee show was not in my nature at all. But there are moments in a teenager’s life, when one succumbs to peer pressure. I had a few close friends who apparently had seen ‘Teesri Manzil’ before, and they all strongly felt that ‘TM’ was a better way of spending the afternoon, than attending the Physics and Zoology lectures. After all, Newton’s Laws are not going anywhere, they will remain to trouble you throughout the year till the exams. But ‘Teesri Manzil’ may disappear from Rupam by next week. Also the Zoology lecture was all about the slimy Amoeba, which luckily one can draw in any shape and get away with passing marks. So my friends rationalize with me. Also, since I had not seen the film before, they take upon themselves the responsibility of dragging me along. I start to roll my tongue to say, ‘No, but …’, but it’s too late.

So at 11.15 am we are already inside the AC comfort of Rupam, after a great deal of pushing and pulling at the ticket counter. There is chaos all around. It appears as if the entire college is inside the auditorium. Noisy banter, loud laughter, whistling etc. The commercials are on. Nobody is paying a damn heed to the ads. I think, why can’t these guys maintain some discipline and sit down quietly. Soon a documentary of Film Divisions on Rural Development starts. One student gets impatient and shouts towards the man at the projector, ‘Arre! Main Picture chalu karo re!’. Another gentleman from the matured uncles’ minority in the audience sounds an admonishing ‘Shhh!’ to the errant student, but poor uncle is instantly greeted back with hoots and ridicule. As Rural Development makes its painful way towards the conclusion, the catcalls grow louder. At last Film Divisions prove their point that Sanitation and Sewage System have indeed improved in some remote village of U.P.

Suddenly there is a hush as the Censors’ certificate of the main film is displayed. Somebody reads aloud the number of reels for the benefit of the short-sighted among us. Then the real show starts with a bang, a big banner of NH (Nasir Hussain) films and a thundering Urdu couplet. The audience screams for no apparent reason. I wonder, what is there to scream about an Urdu couplet that they don’t understand.

As the banner fades out, ‘Teesri Manzil’ explodes right on the face! Right from the first frame, this guy called Rahul Dev Burman who seemed to be hiding behind the screen for the attack, suddenly unleashes his deadly instruments on you! On the screen, a car is chasing another along the hill-ways on a rainy night. Two short violin pieces play continuously in quick succession exactly simulating the pace and tension of the situation. The credits roll on. The lady driving the first car gets down and runs towards a building. You can see from the glass pane outside, her silhouette rushing up the stairs followed by another shadow of a man close on heels. 1st floor, 2nd floor and further up—and then she desperately knocks at a door, ‘Rocky, Darwaza kholo!, Rocky, Darwaza kholo!’, as the shadow of the man is fast closing in on her. The back-ground music turns ominous and suddenly stops for a second, as the shrieking woman is bodily lifted and thrown by her predator from the ‘Teesri Manzil’!

RDB announces the bloody event with a loud trumpet, pauses a bit, then crashes his cymbals and goes at his drums with a beat that is sort of a cross between ‘Pink Panther’ theme and the 007 title track, but with lots of more punch. The camera swirls around the shocked faces including Shammi Kapoor’s, collected around the gravitated lady’s corpse. RDB’s beats raise the tempo culminating with the last credit-slide –‘Directed by Vijay Anand’. By now the audience is univocally vociferous giving out, not those hoots reserved for ‘Films Division’, but shrill shrieks of excitement and anticipation of more thrills!

‘Teesri Manzil’ was all thrills, not just because it was a murder mystery, but also because it was a musical wonder. Apparently unlike me, most of the audience were seeing the film for umpteenth time, as they knew exactly when to scream at RDB’s notes! I think, RDB would have jumped like a hungry tiger at the offer made by Nasir Hussain, who also knew his music fundas well, right from the time of ‘Tumsa nahin dekha’(OPN) and ‘Jab pyar kisise hota hai’(S-J) days! So for the cynics like me who had always wanted Shankar-Jaikishen for a Shammi Kappor movie (that included Shammi Kapoor himself), RDB silenced everybody’s ‘bolti’ with the opening orchestral blast!

It was not that ‘TM’ was an out-and-out RDB show. Apart from music, it had great style! Vijay Anand’s narration of a crime caper was slick and imaginative with loads of thrills and fun too! After the credits, you find Shammi Kapoor on the top berth of a compartment with Asha Parekh sitting below and one pot-bellied man (Ram Avtar?) sitting opposite to her. Shammi makes monkey-faces at the fatso and forces him to break into uncontrollable peals of laughter which invites Asha Parkh’s wrath and she starts bashing the poor ‘mota’!

Asha is on the track of one ‘Rocky’, a band-player to avenge the death of her sister. She traces him to the hotel where Rocky plays his band daily. Shammi Kapoor (Rocky) who is also trying to get to the bottom of ‘Third Floor Throw-out’ puzzle hood-winks Asha about his real identity. He says he is substituting on the drums for ‘Rocky’ who is on leave. Asha pouts contemptuously that she had come to hear Rocky’s drums and she had to listen to this non-entity. Shammi takes on the challenge. So does RDB, and throws at you ‘O haseena zulfonwali …’.

Now the shrieking session has revived! Shammi thrashes the drums, Helen swoops down a curved ramp and the collegians cry hoarse almost deafening the voices of Rafi and Asha Bhosle! Then Shammi and Helen sizzle on the floor to Majrooh Sultanpuri’s rapid repartee:

‘Garm hai, tez hai, yeh nigaahen meri

Kaam aa jaayengi sard aahen meri

Hey, Tum kisi raah-mein phir miloge kahin,

Arre, Ishq hoon, Main kahin teherta hi nahin!

Main bhi hoon galiyon-ki parchhai, Kabhi yahan Kabhi wahaan …’

Then RDB’s violins take you to high pitch and tug at you three times before dropping!

The steps and movements are wild, yet so gracefully executed, a far cry from some of today’s crude ‘item numbers’! Shammi tinkers with a glass and then blows a saxophone. Guitars and violins pump adrenalin into the auditorium. Now I am beginning to enjoy all this ‘shor’ around me! I don’t know what one calls it –Rock, Pop or Jazz, but ‘Jo bhi hai, khuda-ki kasam lajawaab hai’! I find myself rocking involuntarily on my seat to the RDB beats. Then I tell myself ‘Sit straight properly, like you were told at school’.

As the song ends, I compose myself and sit straight. But there is no respite. The second song starts soon. For prelude, RDB plays a crazy guitar piece that does somersaults repeatedly three or four times and hands over the mike to Rafi and Asha Bhosle. This time it is Shammi wooing Asha Parekh with ‘Aa jaa aa jaa, main hoon pyar tera …’, feverishly shaking his head and repeating ‘Ah-ha aa jaa’ eight times for emphasis. Parekh in pink swirls around Shammi giving him the slip and ‘pehnao’-ing him the ‘topi’. Shammi dances with ruffled hair and goes berserk gesticulating in eight different ways for each ‘aa jaa’ while Asha swings fluttering her eyelashes. All that frenetic head-shaking and hip-swinging on screen with trumpets blowing and drums beating, drive the public to delirious frenzy. I suppress my own urge to scream. Aakhir, discipline bhi koi cheez hai!

Agatha Christie’s whodunits could grip you, but you don’t read the same novel repeatedly. Alfred Hitchcock was a master of suspense who packed in some of the most bizarre situations in his script, some of them exciting and funny at the same time (Remember ‘North by North-West’ in which Cary Grant is left alone to drive on a treacherous hilly road after being forced to gulp a full bottle of Bourbon by a bunch of goons!). Nobody can beat Hitchcock when it comes to an intriguing plot, but Hitchcock Saab-ke filmon-mein aisa music kahan hota hai (if you don’t count ‘Que Sera Sera’ in ‘The Man Who Knew Too Much’)? Here our own Vijay Anand mixes all the ingredients like suspense, music, romance and comedy in the right proportions like an expert ‘bhel-puri-wala’ from Juhu and gives on the platter ekdum ‘paisa-wasool’ entertainment, worth every penny of your hard-extracted pocket-money from Daddy’s hard-earned money.

The first-half is great fun and romance giving RDB the avenue to come up with another two very pleasant numbers, ‘Diwana mujhsa nahin‘, a Rafi solo and ‘O mere sona-re sona-re’, a Rafi-Asha duet in which Asha Parekh concedes to Shammi Kapoor’s ‘patao-ing’. Before you know, it is already ‘Interval’. Now there is commotion at the Samosa stall outside! No Sir, I don’t join the mad scramble for a few samosas! I told you already that I was not the irresponsible undisciplined ‘tapori’ type of teen-ager that you would imagine! I was still a shy, sincere, spectacled student.

I try to take my mind off from the missed Samosas and focus on the second half. The plot thickens now … quite like the thick Tomato Ketchup that goes so well with Samosas! Now a whole lot of suspicious characters are hovering around the screen like Prem Chopra who points a rifle to shoot a distant bird, Iftekhar who leaves a misty cigarette smoke from wherever he spies on other suspects, Premnath (who generally opens his dialogue in most of his films with ‘Bloody Bushhtaard’) urf Rai Bahadur Singh who lives lavishly alone in a Dak Banglow, and K.N.Singh , Rai Saab’s drunken house-keeper. The needle of suspicion keeps swinging.

Who killed the lady? Well, that can wait. Meanwhile let’s have more of RDB. So we have a delightfully crazy ‘Dekhiye Sahibon’ in which Asha lets loose the ‘public’ on Shammi who clings to a ‘Merry-go- Round’ to avoid getting bashed up by a group of Sardars. The song is good fun with great camerawork matching the mood of the music.

It is time to get a bit serious. Helen has a ‘Raaz’ tucked up in her sleeveless. So she gets shot the same way as the ‘broads get the bullets’ in James Hadley Chase novels, before she could divulge the ‘secret’ to Shammi Kapoor. Shammi himself gets exposed as the real ‘Rocky’ making him eligible for titles like’Jhoothe’,’Makhhar’,‘Dhokebaaz’ etc. from Asha Parekh, but not before delivering a superb last song, a solo by Rafi, my most favourite in the film - ‘Tumne mujhe dekha hokar mehrban---Rukh gayi yeh zameen, tham gayaa aasmaan, Jaane man, Jaan-e-Jaan …’. What a song!

'Lekar yeh haseen jalwe, Tum bhi na kahan pahunche

Aakhir to mere dil tak kadmon-ke nishaan pahunche …’

One can as well sing these lines to that fantastic trio of Majrooh-RDB-Rafi for such an exquisite composition!

The stock of songs is sadly over, but RDB still has a fantastic piece in store, when Shammi discovers the identity of the murderer by his host’s coat in which one diamond stud is conspicuously missing. The missing button had been tightly clutched in the fist of the dead woman. Terrific close-ups of a sweaty shocked Shammi’s face when he realizes the truth, are accentuated with a more terrific back-ground score by RDB! Finally after a scuffle, the killer himself drops himself to death from an altitude equivalent to that from which he had thrown the lady in the title-scene. The police arrive dutifully after all action is over. The film ends with a funny note with Shammi and Asha again in a train compartment, this time on honey-moon, encountering the same pot-bellied man who tries to escape from them to avoid trouble!

Vijay Anand’s crisp and creative direction makes the film a gripping entertainer and places it a cut above the rest of typical crime thrillers. But ‘Teesri Manzil’ is more remembered as a musical classic that changed the trend of Hindi film music irreversibly! The film was released way back in 1966. But Rahul Dev Burman was a maverick clearly much ahead of his time. He broke all the rules and raised the tempo of Hindi film music to a feverish pitch several ‘manzil’s higher! Western music never sounded more jazzy and classy in any other Indian film, before or after ‘TM’. So it is no wonder that after five decades, the film and its music still rocks in memories, if not in matinees.

Well, to cut the long story short, we were back in college corridor next day and discussing the ‘TM’ experience. One of them starts, ‘Listen.Today is Thursday’. ‘So?’. ‘So, Today is the last day matinee show of ‘Teesri Manzil’ at Rupam. So why not we …’. I nod my head vehemently, ‘No, No … that’s too much… well … OK, Why not? OK, Sure’. The would-be IIM aspirant amongst us steps forward to manage the immediate crisis, ‘Let’s see what have we today? Oh! Physics Lab? The same silly experiment of moving the convex lens to and fro till you remove parallax. We can skip it. Journal? Not to worry, we can copy from that front-benchwala Bakul Mehta’.

So we are back again at Rupam, throwing all shame to the rains outside! There is chaos all around inside. The same FD documentary is on. One voice shouts ‘Arre! Main Picture chalu karo re!’. I turn towards the voice and am shocked to find that the shouter is none other than Bakul Mehta, the front-benchwala of college! I start fretting and mutter to my friend ‘Just look at that Bakul! What’s he doing here? How irresponsible! He is supposed to be at the Lab this time! Now how the hell are we going to finish our journals?’. My cool friend admonishes me, ‘Let’s worry about all that after the film. Relax. Try to concentrate on the movie. Don’t disturb, Pay attention … This is not Calculus class’.

So I pay attention all over again. The show starts with a bang … the big banner of NH (Nasir Hussain) films and the thundering Urdu couplet. People shriek cheeringly. And to my horror, I find myself whistling and screaming hoarse along with them for no apparent reason!

Now please don’t get my credentials wrong. I was not the irresponsible undisciplined student …. well, may be till I was coerced to see 'Teesri Manzil’ twice in quick succession, during peak college hours!

https://youtu.be/dDtKEtDA8sM

[soto-translates]

Saiyuki game: Rebellious War Prince pt2

Continuing my translations of the Gensoumaden BGA game Hangyaku no Toushin Taishi, or the Rebellious War Prince.  Read the first bit here.

Key: ▶︎Available options ▷Selected option, followed by the text unique to that option. Line breaks show where unique text ends. (Text in parenthesis are notes from Soto)

▷Continue Game

Hakkai: Hm? Gojyo: What’s up, Hakkai? Hakkai: It seems we’re surrounded. Goku: They never learn. Sanzo: Hn. Girl: Kya! Youkai: Raah! Hakkai: At this rate the town will get messy. Gojyo: Well then, let’s clean it up. Goku: All right. Hakkai: That’s right, do you know how to fight?  I’ll teach you, if you like. Sanzo: ▶︎Teach me.           ▶︎I know how.

▷Teach me. (Battle menus, as well as additional battle cries, will be translated all together after the tutorial section.) Sanzo: Ch’! Hakkai: Let me explain the battle.  Use the D pad’s right and left buttons to choose who to fight as.  Choose your attack.  Stronger attacks will use more technique points, so keep an eye on your remaining points.    Goku: Come ‘n get me!  Extend, Nyoibou!    Small Fry Youkai 1 takes 25 damage!    Small Fry Youkai 1 is defeated! Hakkai: If they connect, long-range attacks can stop the enemy’s movements.    Sanzo: Ch’!  Hn.    Small Fry Youkai 1 takes 8 damage! Hakkai: Mid-range attacks are those between long-range attacks and short-range attacks.  They also have a high attack power.    Goku: Come ‘n get me!  Nyoibou!    Small Fry Youkai 1 takes 25 damage!    Small Fry Youkai 1 is defeated! Hakkai: Short-range attacks have a high chance of connecting and high attack power, but your attack ends if you take any hits before closing in on the enemy.  Fights between short-range attackers are fights of power.    Gojyo: Let’s go!    Youkai: Eat this!    Gojyo deals 10 damage! Hakkai: Avoid an attack and launch a counter-attack.    Youkai: Eat this!    Gojyo: Raah!    Small Fry Youkai 2 takes 14 damage! Hakkai: Let me explain special attacks.  If you put up a protective wall, you won’t take enemy damage.  When you face a strong enemy, erect a protective wall and when the enemy’s technique points run out, the battle will turn in your favor.    Hakkai: What shall I do?  That won’t work.    Youkai: Eat this! Hakkai: Next is strength recovery.  I can recover the strength of everyone in my party.  I’m the only one who can use the strength recovery technique, so please pay special attention to my remaining technique points.    Hakkai: How’s this?    Youkai: Eat this! Hakkai: All that’s left is to try a real battle.  Try out a lot of different things.

▷I know how. (Battle begins)

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Sanzo’s battle cries: -Hmph -Shut up! -Die! -On, mani, hatsu, mei, un! Makai Tenjyo!

Goku’s battle cries: -Come ‘n get me! -Nyoibou -Extend, Nyoibou -Eat this!

Gojyo’s battle cries: -Let’s go! -Oryah! -Hyah! -Eat this!

Hakkai’s battle cries: -Ha! -What shall I do? -That won’t work! -How’s this?

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Hakkai: Is that all of them? Gojyo: ! Hang on! Hakkai: What is that? Gojyo: Another huge thing appeared.  Goku, food for you. Goku: That looks crazy tough. Sanzo: Well, what do we do? Goku: Ain’t it obvious?  Let’s do this, crab alien!  Huh?! Lirin: Uryah!  Hmm, found you, Sanzo Ikkou!  I’m Lirin.  I came to beat your butts, come ‘n get me! Gojyo: Come ‘n get me she says. Hakkai: Well now, what should we do. Gojyo: Goku, she kinda reminds me of you. Hakkai: She’s like a female Goku. Gojyo: Goku, you keep her company. Goku: Whaaat? Lirin: Dammit, you’re makin’ fun of me ‘cause you think I’m a kid!  Ah!  Uuu, lemme down, droopy eyes, baldie! Sanzo: You want a meat bun? Lirin: Yes!  Chomp chomp. Kougaiji: That’s far enough!  We meet again. Sanzo: Kougaiji. Kougaiji: My little sister... I’ll have you return her. Hakkai: Please, take her home. Lirin: Yoohoo, onii-chan! Kougaiji: ...... Stupid.  Hurry up and get over here. Goku: Fine, but you’re not planning on running away again, are you? Kougaiji: Hmph, of course not. Goku: All right.

~~~

(Battle begins)

Kougaiji’s battle cries: -Let’s go! -Eat this! -Oraoraoraora!

Dokugakuji’s battle cries: -You’re my opponent? -How’s this? -Oryah!

Yaone’s battle cries: -I’ll be your opponent. -Please die!  Take that! -Ei ei ei ei!

Lirin’s battle cries: -I’m gonna kick your butt! -Pochi, Tama, Pi-chan, go!

~~~

Kougaiji: Ugh. Yaone: Kougaiji-sama! Dokugakuji: Kou! Kougaiji: These guys have gotten stronger. Goku: Oi, it’s no fun if you don’t take it seriously.  What’re you doin’?! Kougaiji: What am I doing?  Me?! Goku: Quit messin’ around! Kougaiji: What are you saying you have?  You’re just wandering around!  I can’t afford to lose, no matter who my opponent!  He’s laughing. Gojyo: Goku! Goku: What’re you doin’?  That didn’t hurt a bit! Kougaiji: ... What are you fighting for?!  ...You have nothing to protect. Goku: I don’t get what you’re sayin’.  Why’m I fighting?!  Obviously, I’m fighting for myself! Kougaiji: Guh.  For yourself?  Really, just that?  Oh, I see.  Just that...  I felt it when we first fought, that they have something that I lack...  Freedom, self-confidence, ego.  With just that, these guys became stronger.  That’s absolute strength.  Hahahaha. Yaone: Kougaiji-sama! Dokugakuji: Kougaiji, leave it to me! Kougaiji: No.  I will fight for my own sake, and I will not forgive those who stand in my way. Goku: It’s no fun if you don’t. Kougaiji: However, we’ll be pulling back here.  I had doubts about the path I’d chosen.  Being unsure and challenging you was disrespectful.  But next time will be different.  I’ll put everything on the line to defeat you!  For myself.   ▶︎I haven’t had enough yet.   ▶︎I’ll pay you back twice over.

▷I haven’t had enough yet.   Goku: You still haven’t paid me back.   Kougaiji: Hmph, put it on my bill.  I’ll pay you soon enough.   Goku’s attack power went up 5!   Goku’s strength went up 5!

▷I’ll pay you back twice over.   Goku: And then I’ll pay you back twice over too.   Kougaiji: Hmph, you’d better fight me with all you’ve got then.   Goku’s attack power went up 5!

Lirin: Sanzo, I’ll see you later!  Let’s play again. Sanzo: Who’s going to play with you. Gojyo: Next time, bring me a present. Dokugakuji: You’d better serve me some tea. Hakkai: I hope you aren’t injured? Yaone: Yes, I’m fine.  Take care, everyone. Kougaiji: Let’s go. Goku: She said take care. Gojyo: Haha, it’s sure hard to fight enemies like them. Sanzo: They’re probably someone else’s pawns. Hakkai: Anyway, let’s leave this town. Gojyo: Yeah.

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