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[kingsgreencleaning]

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[suckerforcate]

Drunken Kiss

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth × Reader

Word count: 1252

Warnings: None

Summary: You drunkenly kissed Brienne and in the morning she isn't there anymore.

You woke up expecting an arm around your body and the comfort of someone else's body heat next to yours. But neither was there, so you slowly turned around to look next to you. Empty. Noone was there. A slight spark of panic flodded through you. You told yourself it was probably nothing. She just needed some air or someone needed her help. But still the panic didn't really leave, maybe she left you. But why, you thought she liked you?

Slowly you stood up to get dressed and left your quarters. After having had a very fast breakfast whilst standing in the kitchen, because you couldn't be bothered to sit down properly, you left to search for her. You wandered around the halls, went looking for her in her quarters but she was nowhere to be found. Except maybe the training ground.

As you laid eyes on her fighting with a man twice as tall as her, which was quite hard considering her height, you instantly relaxed. She didn't leave without saying goodbye. But still the question as to why she wasn't there when you woke up was left unanswered.

You sat down on a rock next to the training ground and watched her. Something you could do the whole day, and often you did. You weren't one to use a sword, you couldn't even lift it. But you admired her strength and the beauty she carried while fighting, she always carried it but you felt it was more prominent when fighting. You assumed that was because she had a deep passion and understanding for it.

Upon finishing and spotting you her face turned into an expression you had never seen on her face. A mix of guilt, hurt and sadness. It broke your heart to see her like that. And as she wanted to turn and leave you again you jumped up on your feet and followed her.

"Brienne! Wait." She didn't stop and it was quite hard for you to catch up on her due to you having much shorter legs. But you did catch up and grabbed her wrist to stop her. She turned around, quite, not saying a word simply waiting for you to talk.

"You weren't there when I woke up this morning." It wasn't a question, nor an accusation. It was simply a statement.

"That is correct, my lady." You hated that she called you that, how often had you told her to call you (Y/n).

"Why? I missed your warmth, I got cold." You added the last part with a shyer and quieter voice. Still Brienne heard it and directly blushed at your comment.

"I.., my lady. I wanted to spare you of having to tell me that you regret it and that you could never like someone like me." Your eyes widened, what was she talking about?

"But why would I tell you that, Brienne? I was the one who kissed you and I asked you to lay in bed with me."

"You were drunk, that doesn't count. You didn't know what you were doing."

"Oh, I very well knew what I was doing." You grabbed her face, stod up on your tiptoes and kissed her. It wasn't a long kiss but you hoped it was enough.

"Now, does it count." Brienne was too perplexed to say anything, she just blushed and looked at you in shock.

"Lady (Y/n), your father would like to talk to you." Quite annoyed that you were being disturbed you turned around and told the man you would come in a minute.

"Come to my quarters this evening after dinner. We can talk then." With that you turned around and left a completely confused Brienne standing on the training ground.

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You had just come back from dinner when you heard a nock on your door. You went to open it and looked at Brienne. She was still in her armour but the dirt and sweat from fighting was washed away.

"Please, come in." You closed the door behind her and followed her inside. You smiled at her reassuringly and gently started to untie her armour.

"What are you doing?" You looked at her and smiled.

"Well, I'm untying your armour. It doesn't seem very comfortable nor appropriate for this conversation." She slightly nodded and let you resume. Slowly the armour went off and wandered onto your chair. When you were finished, you looked her up and down but upon seeing that it made her uncomfortable and that she tried to hide her body somehow you stopped and looked her directly in the eyes.

"You're so tall." You just had to look at her whole body again, you couldn't resist.

"It's quite..."

"Disgusting.", "Attractive." You both said that at the same time and after having heard what the other said you both looked equally confused. You grabbed her at her sides, leaded her towards your bed and sat her down in front of you so that you could look her in the eyes without looking up.

"Listen to me very carefully now, ok? I know that your whole life people have made you believe that you are too tall, not pretty enough, not feminine enough, that you should act more like a lady, that you aren't enough of a lady and so much more. But I want you to know, and that is all that you should care about, that from the very first time I have laid my eyes on you I have been mesmerised by your beauty, your strength and yes, also your height. I don't watch you training everyday because I like the man you train. I do it because of you. You carry such grace and beauty while fighting. And to me there is no one more beautiful than you." Brienne tried to hide her immense blushing through looking to the floor but you tenderly tilted her chin up and looked her directly in the eyes. Seeing her like this, the only word that came to mind was adorable. Because it truly was.

"No, please never hide anything from me. Not even your blushing." You smiled at her, grabbed her face in between your hands and kissed her. Gently and long, not short and rushing like the one this morning. Not drunk and clumsy like the one last night. It was full of all the love you had for her, all the admiration you felt for her. Gently you started untying her shirt but she stopped you half way through.

"I.., I have never slept with anyone in my life before. No one ever wanted to come that close to me."

"It's alright. We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to. Tell me what you want and we'll do it." You put a strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear while patiently waiting for her answer.

"Can we just lay here, together?" With the warmest smile you could produce you nodded and climbed into bed with her. She embraced you completely and you felt safer than you had ever before.

"Did you really mean all of that? You really weren't joking, were you?" You started to plant gentle kisses all over her arms and hands and felt her visibly relax.

"No, I wasn't joking. I would never hurt you in any way. I meant it all and I will continue telling you until you belive me. If I have to everyday for the rest of our lifes."

[capcavan]

Headcanons for the ravens and swimming/water?

They don't really care there are much more efficent ways to do cardio, sometimes if they get too injured they get swimmin pool passes but most ignores them anyway. Jean is not even a fan of showers nowdays, he panics when his face is hit with stream of water, it's easy enough to avoid but he shaved his hair off so he can avoid that trouble while washing it. Riko can not swim he is also disgusted by the idea of entering a water poll other people spit and piss into as well as all the parasites that live in the natural waters. He loves taking baths and tends to fall asleep in them then wakes up choking on water, once he flodded the apartment. Kevin had a back injury , his doctor told him it's time to retire exy and suggested swimming as a way to keep his body healthy, so of course kevin ignored the man and kept playing regardless of pain it casused him

[violettlillies]

a poem i wrote about a boy i loved:

theres a plant in the corner of my room.

it showed up about 6 months ago

it was full of colour and looked so pretty

i was so proud to have that plant.

so much so, that i watered it everyday, put it in the brightest corner of my room and gave it everything i thought it needed.

one day it began to wilt

so i gave it more water

but still

it wilted

i gave it water every hour, in an attempt to bring its colour back

but still

the leaves began to fall

one by one

over

and

over

and

over again

until there was all but one left.

in a final attempt to save it, i gave it all the water i had. with none left for me to drink, i waited.

i waited

and waited

and waited

just for a sign of growth

maybe the leaves will come back

maybe i finally gave it enough water

but they never came back.

as the last precious leaf trickeled down the stem, all the water i had given returned to me, and washed over my skin, carefully dropping onto the remains of the plant i had once admired. as if my achey bones were still giving what was left.

months passed.

the leaves flew away

but the stems remained.

as i wadded through my flodded room, i realised that it was not water that the plant needed, but sunlight. something i couldnt give

no mater how hard i tried to keep it still, the sun moves. it disappears sometimes

all the plant needed, was to be left where it was. alone.

i do not regret keeping the plant

i do not regret sharing my water

i just regret not realising that no matter how much water i gave it, no plant can live without sun.

so for now, ill leave it in the bright warmth of its own home.

watching with hopefull eyes

hoping that one day, the colour i never saw will return

that one day, maybe i can have my pretty plant again

but until then,

ill just hold on to the leaves that didnt blow away, and the happy reminder that there was, once

a plant in the corner of my room.

[retropolitanllc]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NWT Womens Size 0 Banana Republic Dark Army Green A-Line Utility Mini Skirt.

[kaoticspoonie]

So in one day I

- found out Zeya's insurance is gonna try to deny claims on the basis that they think panos and hip dysplasia are the same condition?? Which is ridiculous but will take time to fight and I need the money back from her appts to pay for more appts for her.

- the washing machine guy came and the washer was working great for him. Love being gaslight by appliances.

- Kaz snapped at Mischief. Which I don't blame him, he is still figuring the house out and is a lil resource guardy. It's all fine. Mischief seems completely fine. Just gonna mess with my control issue tendencies cause I had finally allowed myself to trust other ppl with holding Kaz's leash for five minutes.

- the washing machine broke again and flodded the laundry room (well the hallway to my room but thankfully not actually my room)

And like that's been on par with the rest of my week. Like I don't understand how so many crappy things can happen in a day let alone everyday for multiple days?

I'm just so stressed all the time.

[frogchiro]

little random hc's bc i was bored and besides it was on my mind for like the past 3 days so yeah :(

have some little blurbs about pervy tokyo rev boys to enjoy bc we all know that deep down they are greedy lil pervs <3

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featuring: Takemichi Hanagaki, Hanma Shuji, Shinichiro Sano

cw: pervy!tr men, no explicit sexual content but very suggestive, mentions of dry humping, panty stealing and sniffing, groping, sexual fantasies and a lil dash of humiliation, fem!reader, possibly ooc

perv! Takemichi: okay so y'all can't tell me that this man right there isn't a big pervert, like c'mon. he's a 26 y/o virgin who canonically hasn't ever touched a woman so ofc he's gonna be pent up! </3 and this man is simultaneously shameless and so so guilty it's tearing him up :( the first time he noticed the panties you apparently forgot about from that one time you were visiting him and decided to take a shower at his place (not to mention he got hard as a rock just from the smell of your feminine body wash and was furiously jerking off the whole day after you left with a kiss and a smile), were hanging out of the hamper and a whole body shudder just went right through him, pure excitement started within and the familiar hottness bloomed in his belly, yes yes finally it happened, he was dreaming about this~! but then bitter shame flodded his troubled brain. would he really stoop so low as to even consider this? these were your panties that you innocently left after a shower he proposed and he's considering getting off to them? it's a new low even for him...

all these thoughts were still haunting him when he was jerking off like some horny 16 year old to cheap porn; 'but this is what you are, you're so pathetic, a new low hanagaki', he thought half-coherently while taking a big whiff off of your used baby blue underwear as he fucked his hand raw, letting out loud mewls and moans as he secretly hoped you'd suddenly walk through the door and catch him in the act and humiliate and berate him what a disgusting pervert he is~

perv!Hanma has no boundaries, like, zero. takemichi was at least feeling guilty, felt dirty after soiling your precious underwear with his cum but hanma? been there done that, you literally had to scold him because at some point you had literally no underwear left and when you confronted him he just send you a big dumb toothy grin and made a half-assed promise to stop yeah no

however, perv!Hanma's favourite thing in the world is fake banging/dry humping, and he can't even explain why, but if he had to guess it'd be the element of surprise and your squeak when you felt his strong hands on your hips and him rubbing on you <3

you really have to be on the watch out because this little shit has no shame, will fake bang you whenever you bend down be it at home or in public. and before you ask, no, scolding and pleading to stop absolutely won't stop him, if anything it will turn him on even more and he'll be twice as motivated to not only make himself cum but also you from the friction alone <33 and he always has that fucked out grin whenever he mounts you from behind, sometimes when he's really into it a little bit of drool slips past his lips as he sings praises about how amazing and beautiful you are and how if he could he'd do it all the time~<3

perv!shinichiro is a mix of those two, but still mostly takemichi's part :(( he can't help it! you're his first girlfriend and you're so so loving and amazing and beautiful so he doesn't want to rush anything, especially something as important as sex so you guys just stick to making out while cuddling and some light gropes <3 but unfortunately he's still only a mortal man, a man with urges, so he fantasizes and oh boy does he get wild

he purposefully gives you his shirts to wear, not only because you look absolutely adorable but also because these shirts will smell like you and when he's alone at night he can hold them up to his nose and imagine it's you who's holding him and jerking him off :( he always feels bad at the beginning of those 'sessions', he kind of feels as if he's taking advantage of your kindness and love, you always so readily accept his clothes with a bright smile and now he's masturbating to your scent :( but after the initial hesitation comes the pure burning pleasure he gets form imagining you jerking him off, of you riding him, your tits in his face and all :( also similiary to michi, he often fantasizes to you walking in on him and calling him a disgusting shameless pervert, he'd die and go to heaven if that ever happened <3 so, very quickly his fav fantasy became you walking in on him and poor shin begging you with lil tears in his eyes to please help him, he's so terribly turned on! and you agreeing to his pleads with a disgusted face but only to a hand job, and the thought of you looking at him with such distaste, touching his dick and gripping it as if it repulses you makes his cum so fucking hard he swears he almost passes out every time :((

[corrodedhawkins]

We all know at this point I don't care anymore this is the closest I've been to finally writing something again in over a year&I don't wanna stop it's so much funnnn

Right so, men who wear a nice aftershave or cologne are *chef's kiss* alright but a pretty girl that also smells good??!!! That's god tier to me.

And I just imagine best friend!Eddie loving your smell. Not your shampoo, or lotion, he's refined enough to keep these apart after years of knowing you (&mby having used your shampoo once or twice while staying over), bit he loves the scent he can inhale when hugging you and his nose brushes the spot behind your ear where your hairline starts or the scent that drifts from somewhere when he's laying on top of you, chin resting on your stomach listening to you reading him LotR. If he could smell something for the rest of lives, it would probably be that, it would be you.

He's also noticed that it changes a bit depending on the seasons. He doesn't know that you're one of the girlies that switch up their perfume when the weather changes, a lighter scent for the warm half of the year and a heavier one for the colder months.

Now you've recently run out of your previous winter scent and decide to have some fun and get a new one, one that's a little more grown-up in it's undertones. And Eddie practically goes feral the first time he smells it. It's earthy and spicy and warm, but still has that floral tinge to it that in his brain is forever tied to you. He doesn't know what sorcery this is but the scent flodding his senses when he slid behind you onto your chair at lunch make it hard for him to focus on anything except the thought of you in his bed, naked, your perfume rubbing off on his sheets and invading his nose and -

He's scrambling up and away, realizing he had started to get hard and jeez he has been into you for a long while now but this is probably not the way you should find out -

It leaves you a little confused but you shrug it off, wanting to ask him about it later that day when you come over to his place. Which you do. Only you made the stupid decision to ride your bike here and one big fat cloud decided to open up exactly 5min before you reached your destination, leaving you soaked to the bone. Eddie tries not to stare at your chest, where your nipples are visible through two layers of clothing, that's how fucking soaked you are, just pulls you in and almost immediately shoves you into the bathroom to change into some of his clothes. You come out in one of his Hellfire shirts and a pair of sweats and for the entire evening you swear Eddie looks everywhere except directly at you. He drives you home that night in your dry-again clothes and when he gets back, falls into his bed restless. He's clutching the shirt you wore and he's confused, shouldn't rain wash away scents? and he's horny because god, it smells so much like your perfume it's driving him crazy. He knows he won't find any rest with a half hard cock and images of you spiralling in his brain, so he pulls down his pants and gets to work. He cums with his face buried into the shirt, a low guttural grown being muffled by the fabric. He loves and hates it at the same time, because now he will probably never recover from his crush on you. He swears to himselfnto not wash the shirt again.

Unbeknownst (is that a word?) to him, you're in your own bed, equally restless... hands buried in your cunt, fingers playing with your clit, a smile on your face - upon witnessing his reaction at school, you had reapplied your perfume on purpose after changing into his shirt. He constantly drove you crazy with his little lingering touches, teasing remarks and flirty gazes, so you had simply wanted do the same...

(pretty tame I think? I cam up with this while cycling to work this morning lol) 😘

Oh my god I fucking love this. Just-never stop sending me things k?

[sketch--booked]

It's 6am, I just woke up from another dream--

--about Echo returning.

And it's another island adventure dream but FAR MORE OOOHHH OKAY THAN OWWIE OH NO. It had the same energy as Nya trying to figure out who Samurai X was. And Echo was not a villain this time.

Actually the dream had the S14 guy as the villain, the one with the mask, spoilers.

It started with a fight between masked man, who's name I neglect to remember, and the ninja. They barely even get a chance to fight him before someone in a hodded cape swoops in and kicks him clean off his thone/podeum. They guy lands poorly and his leg gets messed up but continues fighting while the ninja just s t a r e at them.

The ninja only make a real reaction when they see the mystery man use the element of wind, and they're all utterly bewildered.

The mystery man can't hold them all off and is knocked far into the forest, presumably dead considering how far he went, and the rest of the ninja are separated into groups (Kai and Cole, Nya and Zane, Jay and Lloyd with Wu and Misako).

It followed Kai and Cole mostly, just discussing the possibility of two elemental masters of wind (they recalled Krux and Acronix) and that this guy could be dangerous. While they're talking, they bump into the motionless body of that cloaked person and Kai literally nearly pukes. Cole manages to get close to the guy and with prompting from Kai, pulls back the hood to see, not a man, but a nindroid! And a nindroid that looked eerily like Zane.

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That's when it cut to Lloyd and Jay, they're talking with Wu and Misako about the mystery man, and this is where Wu info dumps that, after an elemental master passes without any heirs, the elements will take an unknown amount of time to present itself in a new host. It depends on that persons destiny and whether or not they're fit to use it and yada yada.

Lloyd understands that this would mean morro would no longer be the elemental master of wind, since after the DotD, he legit died and is gone for good. Which resulted in the element passing on. Wu comments that this is the fastest he'd seen an element passing on and presenting itself, and says that whoever this person is, must have been picked for a very good reason.

Jay then starts making a ridiculous list of people that he thinks could be the new master of wind, despite Wu telling him the probability of Jay knowing this master, is near impossible (Jay gets a kick outta this r e a l soon).

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Then we hop back to Cole and Kai, who are freaking out over the rusty version of their friend who somehow has elemental powers too??

Kai says they should leave him here, saying it could be an evil nindroid, since they were also based off of Zane's prints. Cole argues and says they should take him back for questioning, and that Cole would be very happy to carry him.

While they're arguing, the fake Zane starts to wake up, and in a comedic way, screams at Cole and Kai, who in turn also start screaming. The mystery nindroid awkwardly chuckles and remarks that this was not particularly how he wanted to introduce himself, but anything works...

Kai and Cole begin questioning him and he answers their questions, starting with his name, telling them his name was Zane, but upon seeing their reactions, he says they can call him Echo.

Echo tells them they need to get into shelter, since at night, the island becomes unbearable and deadly. Kai and Cole reluctantly follow, continuing to ask questions while the three of them walk away, Echo limping from his earlier fight.

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"Why are you on a random island?" Kai asked

"My raft washed up in a lightning storm." Echo replied.

"So did Julien build you too?" Cole continued.

"Yes, I would reluctantly say he is, in essence, my Father"

"Reluctantly?"

Echo did not answer.

Cole broke the silence "Where did you come from?"

"There is a lighthouse, in the-"

"-middle of the ocean between ninjago and the dark islands. You were there?" Kai interrupts.

"You know of the lighthouse? You were there?" Echo wondered "How come you did not know of my presence?"

"Your father never said anything, neither did Zane." Cole answered his question, giving the earth ninja even more of his own.

"Oh, no. My brother would not know of me, I was built in the lighthouse, not--wherever he was built" Echo confirmed "How did you get past the leviathan?"

"Zane swam to the chains and broke them with those star thingys" kai shivered, recalling those star shaped demons--

"Oh, you mean the Starteeth!" Echo begins laughing lightly "You know, one time, a bunch of them washed up and ate through the window in the basement. The basement was flodded and made me all rusty. I couldn't move for a week!" He walked slightly ahead while laughing hard.

He suddenly stopped laughing and looked serious "Looking back on it now, it was probably not funny."

Kai and Cole shared a look before Cole jumped up, realising something, and whispered close to Kai.

"Hold on a second, we completely forgot about his powers!"

"Oohhh, you're right! Hold on, I'll ask 'em."

Cole was going to pull him back to explain how shouldn't just--ask--but Kai had already begun running to catch up.

"So how did you end up an elemental master?"

"An ele-mento-who-what?" Echo fumbled his words.

"An elemental master? Y'know, with the crazy wind powers."

Cole was ready to punch Kai out, the man couldn't be subtle to save his life, which it just might right now.

"Oh! Honestly, Red, I have no idea." Echo had called Kai, Red, as the other two masters had not given their names. "I just remember the lighthouse getting nearly blown into the sea after weeks of strong winds. I had not realised the strong winds were the cause of my emotions. It was--new and scary. Gizmo was there to help me."

"The little cleaning robot? You brought that little guy with you too?" Cole caught up with Kai and the second wind master.

"Of course, he is my only friend! I would not abandon him the way I was. That is too cruel of a punishment for any being, organic or metallic." Echo yelled, a breeze shook the trees. Cole stayed quiet, but silently apologised to the nindroid.

Their questions were ended as they came across a half-cave-half-hut-like shelter. Where the settled and only prayed for their respective brothers.

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There was a lot more small talk in the dream but I cut it down to the funnier and more important parts.

The next bits of the dream is fuzzy, but I know it revolves around the ninja reuniting and accepting the mystery person into their group while they defeat the evil and escape the island.

Kai and Cole agree to Echo's pleas to not tell Zane for the time being, as he doesn't want Zane to see his brother for the first time looking like--how he looks.

Each of them get some interactions with Echo, with his identity hidden, remaining mute as to not throw them off with his voice. He even has an interaction with Zane where Zane politely asks Echo not to keep staring at him, as he's been doing that since they came together. Zane pegs his curiosity to "he's never seen a nindroid before" and Echo confirms that for him. (unknowing the truuuuth aaaaa)

I'll write Jay's interaction with Echo another time maybe, and how he figures it out, since hoooo boy it hurt. Echo didn't remember Skybound so Jay's just mentally torturing himself for the rest of the journey.

The ninja that find out its Echo is Nya, Jay, Cole and Kai.

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I'm gonna jump to the end, because my dream also jumped to the end? Rip. But the end what what gave me the Nya and new Samurai X vibes, but less fighting and more chill chat.

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He was on a real boat. Not a makeshift raft constructed out of his father's old bed, table, chairs and shelves, not pushed forward by his newly explained "elemental powers". A real boat, one that would take him away from tiny islands that kept him prisoner, away from the existential dread of loneliness. He'd be free. Free from fearing his last day would be solitary and sad. In one day alone, he'd made a literal boat load of friends. They wouldn't abandon him, not as his father once did.

He was happy, he felt really, truly happy. But he didn't smile. Yes he had friends, but what he wanted more than anything else, was his brother. He was right here on the boat, but Echo's own worries about how his brother would perceive him, how his brother would react to seeing him in such a state (Upon first meeting too! Talk about first impressions), persuaded him to otherwise say nothing.

Deep down, Echo knew he had nothing to fear, he'd heard stories from his father, before he'd locked him away, about Zane and about what it was like--just the two of them. Happy. And from what Echo had seen, Zane was more that strong. Not just physically, nindroid and all, but mentally and emotionally. Echo only wished he had that confidence, the ability to say nothing but be so loud at the same time.

It would make talking to him a lot easier, if he had to say so himself.

Echo, however, had his thoughts interrupted by the sound of footsteps he hadn't even registered, and a soft, yet firm, hand on his shoulder. He tensed just slightly, preparing himself to pull his hood down further.

"It's nice, is it not?" That voice, it was Echo's voice. No, Echo had his voice. His brother was standing right next to him. So close and yet so far, just one swipe of his hood would bring them together, finally. But he resigned himself to simply nod in response. He hadn't come this far to give up now.

A comfortable silence covered the two like a thin layer of snow, fitting considering who was standing next to him. It would almost make him laugh.

"You fought well, out there," Zane started, Echo had thought he was done and nodded again, a small smile forming on his face. Zane may not have known who he was complimenting, but Echo took every moment of it with pride. But then his world span at Zane's continuation.

"For a nindroid."

Zane looked down with a small smirk. Like he'd told the best joke in history. Echo tightened his grip on the wooden railing of the bounty, crushing the paint under his permanently short nails. Zane must've noticed, but didn't say anything. Either in respect for his privacy or because he wanted to hear the confession himself.

In Echo's mind, he was obviously panicking. He didn't want his brother, someone who he'd heard stories from his father, the bot he was built off of, his singular role-model, to find out who he was, like this?

Despite the fear in his ticking heart, he did something probably really stupid and something that would likely result in his downfall. He thanked him.

"Thank you... How- how did you know?" Though, he lowered the pitch oh his voice. It would not be difficult for Zane, or anyone really, to rase the pitch and find out who he was, it still calmed him down just a bit.

"A nindroid knows a nindroid. A brother knows a brother."

Oh I'm f*ucked...

There was only panic, in his systems. The ticking of his clockwork had never sounded louder in his ears. It'd drowned out the sounds of water, the automatic breathing he for some reason had, the cracking of wood underneath his palms was the only sign that ticking was not the lone sound in the world.

He fell out of his anxious trance when the hand left his shoulder and those footsteps came back. No. They were moving away. Echo looked back, moving his fingers to clutch his hood tight against the unintentional winds that now followed him and his emotions. He could see Zane walking towards the steps of the bounty, but halted at the top of them, his hand instead lazily laying on the banister.

"Don't worry, I won't tell them-" He called, just loud enough for Echo to hear over the breeze.

-about what? That he knows who I am? That he'd practically lied to them? That he knew everything all along, because of course he knew, this was Zane, how could he not know, he-

"-Cryptor."

Echo ceased all thoughts from his head. Cryptor? What was that? Was that some kind of fruit? Or a vegetable?

Echo turned his body in the direction of his brother to ask him or at least say goodbye, but he was gone. He'd walked off and down the stairs. Leaving behind not so much as a sheet of frost.

The clockwork child stayed standing there, pure surprise, fear, relief, confusion--actually a lof of emotions he didn't know how to process--flooding his brain. If it weren't for the distant voice of Nya yelling about the sudden gusts of wind changing their direction, he would likely not have moved from that position until they landed.

Cryptor. He thought, it must be a nickname. There was no way he couldn't have figured out Echo was his sibling. He'd said, "a brother knows a brother", they didn't have any other siblings. Right? No. It was just them, just the two of them. The only two nindroids in Ninjago.

His father had said so himself. Although, his father had also buried him under scrap metal and kept him hidden from his family.

Anything could be truth now.

Although Zane had left, and there was no one to hear him, he still felt it necessary to acknowledge what happened. Quietly and sadly, he spoke with a smile.

"Good guess, brother."

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SO Uhh I'm gonna assume this was because i watched DotD last night,,, and so both Cryptor, and Morro were on my brain hense wind and Cryptor calling Zane "brother", but I always have Echo on the brain man,,, so uhh. Echo for the new master of wind? Anyone? I think it's cute,,,

I probably missed something, other than writing Jay and Echo's interaction, Jay was so sad throughout the rest of the dream, man. And Echo didn't even know why, it was heartbreaking---but it was also a dream and like all my dreams, they never get made into real things.

But I did like the Zane and Echo bit at the end though. There was a second ending, but it relied on the reveal of echo to the audience at the e n d of the dream. Zane still says Cryptor and Echo turns with the camera getting close to him. And as he turns his head to the camera, you see its Echo and then he says "good guess, brother" BUT NGL I THINK IT HURS MORE WHEN WE KNOW FROM THE BEGINNING SOOO.

My dreams are whack dudes,,,

Also this took nearly 3 hours to write its actually 8:50 now Soooo ilya

[theyellowonethatfeelsblue]

Between walls washed in white paint

And a floor flodding with names

I listen to this as sweet as spite melody,

Wishing for those better days and sunnier Dawns

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And with this eulogy to a lighter sky

And less heavily misfortune,

I gape at the immeasurable horizon

Covered by clouds of smoky darkness

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I scan over my cluttered desk

And dishivelled cloths laying in the drawer,

The pills on the mantelpiece

And the useless lamp of a robber.

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I extend a helpless hand

And hope for the words to just escape my throat

Just for once not intending to make amends

To a costume of flesh that I used to loath

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Inasmuch as I am livelier,

Still too tired in this skin of an imposter.

But not stuck in a cage, forgetting to breathe

Counting days, just wishing the numbness to leave.

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Because I am better

Even if I still spill tears on strained muscles

And hope with clenched fists for this peculiar later.

Because I am better.

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My song is echoing in the chamber

And with a low voice I sing it all

With a heavy chest and a second fall

And a third and forth...

But I am better.

[noodleswdw]

You got this《Daniel Seavey 》

Requested : nope

Warnings : one swear word

Tags : @jonahgarl @melowdilx @jazzyjonah @lost-in-wonderland-x

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You woke up by the rays of sunshine beaming through the curtains, the birds chirping happily, your boyfriend sleeping peacefully next to you. Jokes on you, but I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm signalling that I have to get up. Not giving a single fuck in the world you hit snooze, snuggling deeper into Daniel's chest.

"Babe, don't you have to get up and rehearse?"

You groaned pulling the covers over your head before replying him with "I need 5 more minutes" you were about to fall asleep again but the covers were ripped from your body, the warmth of the covers gone. Opening your eyes, you see your adorable boyfriend standing at the end of the bed.

 "It's already been 5 minutes get your lazy ass up."

Still refusing to get up since it was 5:45 a.m. burying your head further into the pillows. Before you know it you were picked up by Daniel. He was carrying you to the bathroom so that you can get ready. After placing you on the counter he kissed your forehead softly, walking out of the bathroom leaving you to get ready for the day. Sighing, you tied up your hair. After brushing your teeth and washing your face you turned on the shower. Hopping into the shower you grabbed your blueberry bodywash and matching shampoo and washed your body and hair. After rinsing it off you wrapped your self in a towel.

Existing out of the bathroom you walked into the bedroom, picking out a casual outfit. Walking downstairs you saw Daniel setting up the cellos, his face scrunching up in focus as he examines the cello bows making sure that they're okay to use.

An idea came to you immediately, sneaking behind him you wispered in his ear "BOO!!" Jumping out of his chair slightly when you did it. "You're so mean!"  "Am not" smiling innocently at him "Okay...maybe I am, but you still love me"  "Yeah, you're lucky that I still love you."  "Yeah, yeah"

"Okay, Let's start."

"Do I have too?"

He stopped what he was doing, looking deeply into your eyes "Yes you do."  "But I'll mess up"  "You won't okay, I belive in you."  "Okay. And thank you for beliving in me."  "I'll always belive in you."

You took a deep breath and mentally prepared yourself. You were about to play Bach's Cello Suite No.1 which is one of the best pieces in existence. You sat down and started the piece, as soon as you started you felt your nerves ease away. You closed your eyes as you concentrate on playing the correct notes and the timing of them. As you open your eyes you saw the boys staring at you with awe.

After when you were done practicing the boys flodded you with complements such as "Y/N that was beautiful" and "I wish I was that talented" causing a blush to creep up your cheeks. Thanking the boys for the compliments, you turned to Daniel asking him "was it okay?" He smiled proudly at you before replying with "it was the best thing that you've ever played"  "really?"  "Yup" he said popping the 'p'.

 Around 5 in the afternoon you told the guys to be ready by 6:45 p.m because the recital starts at 7:30 p.m, knowing that they'll take long to get ready. You took a quick shower and dried yourself with a towel. Changing into a black dress that you had just bought a few days ago. Sitting in front of the vanity you started to braid sections of your hair and tied them together at the back of your head. You decided to go for a natural make-up look, a natural smokey eye, a little winged eyeliner, a little bit of bronzer and highlight, filled in your eyebrows and lastly a nude lipstick.

Grabbing everything you need and shoving it into a black clutch, you walked out of the bedroom. Seeing that your cello was already in the car, you slipped on your heels and hopped in the car.

You arrived at the venue just in time. Daniel opened your car door holding out his hand for you to hold onto. Walking towards the back of the car and opening the trunk, you pulled out the cello and walked into the venue. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. The lobby was filled with a few people, the walls were decorated with paintings and chandeliers and the floor was marbled.

 You looked around for your family and spotted them. Walking towards them you greeted all of them. After a few minutes of catching up with your family, you said your goodbyes. Daniel gave you a hug and kissed the top of your head, "Good luck (Y/N/N)" kissing him on the cheek you replied "thank you baby."  "And remember that'll I'll always belive in you no matter what. And if you're nervous just look for me in the audience and take a deep breath, okay?"  "Mhmm"  "break a leg!"  "Then how am I going to walk if I break a leg?"  "You and your sassy comments" he said while rolling his eyes at you, gently pushing you foward "Go! Or you'll be late."  "Okay, bye Seavey"  "Good luck baby."

You walked backstage and waited for your turn. Next you were introduced to the audience, as you walked out on stage you smiled warmly and took a seat behind your cello. You took a deep breath and looked out into the audience to find the blue-eyed boy you fell in love with. He was seated a few rows behind from the first row, grinning at you and mouthing 'I love you'. You took another deep breath and exhaled slowly, then you began playing your piece. You felt everyone's eyes on you. You felt the music flow through your body. Playing the notes gracefully. After playing the last note you noticed that everyone was clapping for you. You stood up and smiled warmly at the audience. You bowed and walked off the stage, taking your cello with you along the way.

Meeting your family and the boys at the lobby, everyone came to hug and praise you. "Y/N that was amazing"  "You're better then Daniel" everyone was complementing you. Suddenly feeling extremely shy, you buried you head in daniel's chest and using his jacket to cover up your face. Getting 'ooohh someone's shy' from the boys.

Immediately a deep blush creeping up your cheeks. Daniel laughed and shook his head slightly slowly moving the jacket out of your face. Smiling at you "You did great, love." Kissing your lips softly, "Merci petit garçon" you said after pecking his lips quickly again. Heading to the car hand in hand, slipping into the car you leaned against daniel's shoulder. Soon you feel into a deep sleep, Daniel carried you to your shared bedroom and laid you softly on the bed, pulling the covers over you. Kissing your forehead softly he wispered "Good night baby, sleep tight." And left the bedroom quietly.

[sophiekitson]

Transitional Objects

Our Neon Foe, Leichhardt

October 1-31, 2020

Curated by Sophie Kitson

Featuring: Greta Balog, Rat Bedlington, Raquel Caballero, Troy Donaghy, Allie Foster, Angela Garrick, Sophie Kitson, Simon Lawrence, Nadia Odlum, Stephanie Overs, Anthony Toohey

Transitional Objects is a group exhibition that explores the world of comfort, in reference to the objects and physical things we use to help us through big events or moments of change. Transitional objects are both practical and tangible; as well as fleeting and temporary like the memories and experiences they come to symbolise.

In early childhood development, the notion of the transitional object first appeared in 1951 by psychoanalyst, Donald Winnicott. It now has since evolved to incorporate objects of many kinds, including representations of objects of comfort, spirituality, and the divine.

Documentation (c) Harrison Witsey 2020

Room Text:

Material threads the room, beginning with Yoga Flag (2015) by Stephanie Overs, offering a grounding to the space. Bold and triumphant, it stakes a claim in its’ ouroboros chain of infinity. Maybe we are forever transitioning, locked in a feedback loop of liminality, and if we are, what practices can we utilise to help us live and experience that space? I hear yoga helps.

Or maybe sleep? That is what I imagine has occurred over and over on the sheets hanging in the backyard in Troy Donaghy’s Washing Line Studies (2020). Body and mind regeneration, happening nightly. The bed, our bed, my bed -- a most visited place to retreat to when things get complicated. The act of washing, cleansing, refreshing, and airing out your laundry allows us to recalibrate with fresh perspectives and fresh sheets.

The bed is a place we also invite other objects of comfort to live - like Allie Foster’s FLOD (Furry Loveable Outrageous Dude, 2020), a handsome stoic guard to the gallery space, leaning casually with a burning stare (the kind you see when someone is really listening to you) looking out to the busy world, a silent therapist available 24/7. FLOD in the truest sense of the transitional object is busy absorbing the experiences we need a bit of help with, silently acknowledging where you were, and where you are now. Perhaps FLOD was made as an empty vessel, a proxy in pure white for projection and protection. Or maybe he is already exhausted, taking on the problems of anyone who is brazen enough to lock eyes with them.

The other characters we see looking at us are strangely familiar, Dolly Parton (2019), and Creedence Clearwater Revival (2019), and Greta Balog’s friend, Mahmood Fazal (2019). At an almost lifelike scale, the three portraits stand in for these real life people who offer the world inspiration, guidance, solace, and entertainment through music and storytelling. Greta captures the spirit of connection through their inviting gazes, and utilises the portraits as a memorialising document of her own passage of change.

Nadia Odlum’s Commute (2019) pares down her physical journey between home (A) and studio (B) in a hauntingly beautiful lithograph mapping movement of change over a period of months. The contours of the journey marked with a simple, accumulating repetitive line is recorded always the same, a hint to a strengthening, a consistency, a growth that develops with perseverance.

Sitting opposite are three small colourful Untitled paintings by Angela Garrick (2020), three square canvases of similar composition - two women, you can imagine/assume were pulled from film stills of an episode of Baywatch. Each woman is slightly skewed, worn, warped, and disproportioned; a mystery of the archive. A batch of stills that require further investigation, objects found floating in a closed archive, depicting a story lost to history and context. If Angela (an archivist by day) could piece together their story would they be lifted out of obscurity and change state, no longer static, but moving again?

Another mystery object in the room is embedded with a QR code. If we scan it, we will be taken to a scene from Pennies From Heaven, the 1981 film starring Steve Martin (based on the 1978 BBC television drama of the same name, and consequently also the name of this giant lottery ticket, 2020). Racquel Caballero’s offering is comical, playful, oversized, and transformative (in all the senses of the word). The object is powerful in its symbolic intent - in this world it is a portal to the new, offering a quick escape from the lived experience of hardship, and in a filmic world, the QR code transports us to the hardships and desires of the characters of Pennies From Heaven.

The small blue ceramic vessel (Anxiety Container #1, 2020) made by Sophie Kitson stands small on a plinth so large, but unlike the transformative powers of Racquel’s work, this object serves as a stopper, a container for the anxiety of change, archived in the closed liminal space existing between lid and jar. This one is placed alone, but comes from a series of over thirty containers, each trapping a moment of consternation. If the lid was to be removed, where would that feeling go?

The other ceramic vessels found in the gallery huddle together on a silver platform, like instruments on a factory shelf. These structures by Simon Lawrence, Vessels, (2020) look built for purpose - functional forms not concerned with decoration, but shape and flow. A range of crucibles that allow state change, assisting very hot substances like metal and glass to melt and pour freely through their funnel-like chambers. Their facilitating nature risks their own stability, as their strength is diminished every time they enter the hot kiln, becoming brittle and hardened.

Anthony Toohey’s Empheral-20 (2020), embraces found objects of the natural world, collected thoughtfully and introduced into the gallery space to remind us of the flux occurring all around us in our environment. Documenting decay in a newly constructed hybrid piece of fused tree branches and flowers, incorporating nature in a way you would see like offerings placed in a shrine.

Below this offering we see what looks like the shrine. But this one is of a different agenda, of its own space-time, spirituality, religion. As Rat Bedlington’s title of the work suggests, within a flat space-time, the number of possible particle configurations in multiple universes would be incomprehensible. The particle arrangements must repeat in an infinite rhythm of possible futures. In one future you reside in a tower, in another you drift in a generation ship without aim (2020), we are taken on a journey or at least bear witness to the journey experienced by the figures in the painting, propped ever so slightly off the ground, floating in its own existence.

[safitheartist]

Another thing with Gwendolyn in it! Because people seem to have really liked the last one. Again I am not diagnosed with autism myself and my experience with writing characters with this disability is very limited. I do not mean to steretype anybody and I am very open to criticism. It's a direct sequel to the last one where she showed up in the past. - "So, you like drawing?" Ben asked Gwendolyn as they were sitting around the headquarters, he watched in wonder and admiration as she drew complicated patterns on the sheet of paper they gave her earlier. They thought she could communicate better with them that way but apparently his (maybe) daughter had other plans. "See, there is no way she could be Ben's kid." Argit threw in again and Ben glared at him, this time it was personal, "I am quiet good in the art department myself, thank you very much." He informed the alien. Argit raised a doubtful eyebrow at him and Ben pouted, he was! "Miss Gwendolyn? Ben asked you if you enjoy drawing." Rook asked her again, they had realized that this helped to get a response from her. Her former unease around Rook seemed to have disappeared thankfully, but she still seemed very shy and uneasy around any other plumber that approached them. Gwendolyn looked up from her drawing and nodded, smiling shyly as she showed off her dragon made out of flower petals and geometric shapes, it truly was impressive, especially considering how young she seemed to be. "Cool Dragon." Ben exclaimed, the found feeling he's been feeling for her since she showed up seemed to become even stronger the more he learned about her. Gwendolyn's eyes widened with excitement as Ben said that and she tiped the plumber's symbol at the neck of her dress, suddenly a hologram of a dragon appeared infront of them, which then changed into various other fantasy creatures. "You like this stuff a lot." Ben commented semi amused with the clear excitement she was showing. Gwendolyn nodded furiously, moving her hands around. Ben found it a pitty that he couldn't understand what she was saying. He already memorized a few of the signs she used but he wasn't anywhere near understanding her. "Oh wow, I didn't know there was so much variety in Earth mythology." Argit schimed in, "So you say this guy inspired this whole slenderman thing? Yikes." Ben and Rook stared at the con man like he suddenly grew a second head. "What?" "You little shit." - The rest of of their time together was spent peacefully until Paradox showed up to take Gwendolyn home, ....or at least that's what Ben wished would have happened, sadly his life wasn't giving him a break today. Instead they were chasing a giant Racoon with Gwendolyn clinging to his arm like it was her life line. "Rook! Do you have to drive like this?!" He screamed, which was a bad idea because Gwendolyn seemed to be upset by it. "Excuse me?! I am doing my best to not lose animo!" His partner countered. "He's riding on a giant mammal! How can we possible lose him?!" Argit, who was sitting on Gwendolyn's lap for whatever reason chimed in. "I might lose my breakfast here!" They got the report on Animo causing chaos not long after Gwen and Kevin left and to say things weren't going smoothly was a understatment to say the least. Gwendolyn refused to stay at the base without him so they had to take her with him. The car ride got more chaotic per second and Gwendolyn's grip on his arm became tight to the point where Ben got concerned he might need to cut it off. He had no idea why Argit was even in the car and why Gwendolyn let him sit in her lap and he was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. "I think he's slowing down!" Rook yelled and Ben could feel the relieve wash over him. "Thank fuck!" Argit screamed vocalizing what they all where thinking as the Racoon came to a stop infront of the nature museum. Ben facepalmed, somehow this felt like a deja vu. He climed out of the van telling Gwendolyn to stya behind. "Keep an eye on her." He told Argit who simply raised a eyebrow, "You're lucky she's so cute or I would high tail it out of here." Ben roled his eyes, "Trust me, in any other situation I would love to have you nowhere near me or anybody I care about but special circumstances require desperate actions." Also he seemed to be one of the few people Gwendolyn felt at peace with and keeping her calm and comfortable took priority over his own feud with Argit. He activated the omnitrix as he ran twoards the giant racoon, "It's hero time!" He shouted as he let the familiar sensation of the transformation take over him. "What the?! New alien?!" He took in his new form with wonder, his skin was a blueish purple, he could tell that much, his hands were humanoid but there was a thin kind of membrane between his fingers he noted, for swimming? His hair brushed infront of his eyes, it was longer and felt...sharper. He was wearing a black body suit with a number of translucent green scarves wrapped around his waist. "Well what am I suppose to do with this guy?!" "Ben! You are a Aquamarina!" Rook shouted over to him as he was distracting the racoon, Ben frowned, "A bit more info maybe?!" He shouted as he doged a ball of spit the racoon shot twoards them, 'Great.' He thought, 'Acid spiting Racoon.' He swiftly took cover behind a big bolder the Racoon teared off from one of the buildings earlier. "Aquamarins are aquatic mamals known for their hydorkenetic performance art!" Rook shouted over from his own hiding spot. "And that's suppose to tell me what now?!" "They make water float by dancing ya dingus!" Argit shimed in from behind the van door. Ben felt the blood drain from his face, "Dancing?!" He was suppose to dance?! He only knew how to do like one dance and that was a pair dance he did with Gwen and Lucy whenever there is a family thing going on and there wasn't any big water bodies around anyway! How was he suppose to do anything with this guy?! What was the omnitrix thinking?! He tried changing into another alien but it didn't work, great, it was in one of *these* moods. "Alright omnitrix, we can do experimental stuff like this some other time, now let me turn into Way Big!" he tried to argue with the device but sadly with little success. "Well screw you too then!" "Ben look out!" Rook shouted, Ben looked up to see the giant Racoon now loom over him, he swallowed thickly as the animal hissed at him, acid dripping down it's snoot leaving scares on it's skin, he stared at the black pain filed eyes, ignoring Animo's prunkful villan speach. He knew full well this creature might be the death of him but he couldn't help felling pity for it, it didn't ask for any of this to happen, it was at the wrong place at the worst possible time, just another victim of fates twisted master plan, Ben himself was one too, wasn't he? Ben couldn't move as the animal stared him down, even as it raised it's massive claw he could not move, he simply stood there, closing his eyes to await the impact. He could hear Rook crying out to him and even Argit seemed to be telling him to move, but it was too late and Ben knew that. He thought about his future, about Kenny and Gwendolyn and suddenly he felt so much regret. A good moment nothing happened, then a bright light flashed before his eyes. For a split second he thought he was dead, but then he felt something warm brush his face, he opened up his eyes to see a pink protection barrier surround him, the mana danced around him in almost petal like shapes, brushing his face. "Gwen?" Ben asked in beliverment, wondering when his cousin came back staring at the girl infront of him. However as his eyes adjusted to the light he noticed that it wasn't his cousin who saved him, Gwendolyn stood infront of him protectivly shielding him from the strike. She fired a energy ball twoards the Racoon, it passed through the barrier without problems which puzzled Ben as his cousin never has done anything like this. The energy ball exploded in a bright purple light infront of the Racoon's eyes, blinding it and causing it to stumble backwards, on it's way down it managed to rip a water hydrant open, causing water to flod the street. Ben blinked as Gwendolyn turned to him, 'she takes after her aunt.' He couldn't help thinking as she hurried over to him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug Ben returned the embrace, squeezing the little girl in his arms. "Ben!" Rook and Argit both exclaimed as they hurried over to him. "Are you alright?!" His partner asked with clear concern in his voice. "You little fucker almost caused us a heart attack!" Argit schimed in right after, Ben raised an eyebrow and the alien seemed to just now have realized what he said, "I mean..Rook and Gwenny almost had an heart attack, I couldn't care less." He avoided looking at him and Ben had the odd suspension that he was blushing under his fur, so he does care about him, Ben didn't know how to handel that knowledge really. "Well that happened. So any idea how we can stop this big guy and save him from Animo?" Rook and Argit looked at him like he grew a second head, "Save it?! Dude this thing almost teared you in half!" "Well he isn't in control of himself, this whole situation isn't his fault and I refuse to harm him more then necessary." The alien's exchanged a look. "Okay, first of all Benjamin, I know biology isn't your strongest subject but I'm pretty sure this is a female racoon." Ben blushed as Gwendolyn chuckled. "Second, I don't know what caused your sudden animal rights activist phase but I for my part think our survival is more important." Argit finished and Rook noded, looking apologetic at his partner. Ben glared at them and directed his attention twoards Gwendolyn who seemed to be lost in thoughts. "What do you think?" He asked, as if she would answer him. Gwendolyn suddenly jumped up and down making the water around them splash, Ben was caught ouf guard as she grabed his hands and swirled them around in circlea. The water started to move around them, floating, wobbly and in uneven chuncks but still floating non the less. Ben took a minute to understand her plan but as he did he could feel a smile spread on his cheeks. "You want to dance with me so we can get the control device away from Animo! That's a great idea!" "No, no, changing alien and kicking butt is a great idea. This is a ridiculously dangerous idea." Argit threw in again and Ben frowned, "We don't have much choice anyways, the omnitrix is in one of it's moods again and won't let me change alien." Argit stared at him with a expression Ben couldn't quiet pin point at first, was he concerned?? Ben didn't quiet know how to handel this kind of revelation either. The alien the sighed, "Okay, Rook and me will distract that thing, you two do that dancing stuff." He said finally and Ben let out a gasp of air, Rook too looked quiet shock at the other alien's sudden change in behavior. "I um yeah. What he said." Rook stammered in a perplexed manner as he followed Argit's lead. "Well I guess you know how this works?" Ben asked as he reached for Gwendolyn's hand, she smiled at him in a brilliant white smile and Ben felt this foundness bubble up inside him again. They start dancing, or at least Ben attempted to, but it was easier said then done without music. "Sorry!" He said as he steped on her foot. "What are you guys doing! Get on to it already!" Argit shouted as he avoided yet another strike from the racoon. "You try dancing without music!" Ben shoot back, that seemed to have given the alien a idea. "Cover for me!" He shouted to Rook as he dashed twoards their truck, "What?! Argit! You know this kind of animals make me nervous!!" Ben's partner shouted after the rat like creature, but he did as he was told anyways, sending warning shoots in the racoon's direction. Argit entered the truck hastily, he looked through their music playlists and almost had a heart attack as hardmetal played back at him, 'Red's playlist' he thought to himself and sure enough the playlist was indeed labeled Gwen, he skiped over Ben's and Rook's playlist and went straight for Kevin's, knowing the track he was looking for would be on it, it was a song he once heared in a game ages ago or at least a version of it, Kevin called it a instrumental remix or something, the only reason he even put it on his music list was because he knew it calmed Argit down. "Okay, speakers, speakers, there they are!" He waited for the music to be played over them only to realize nothing was happening. "Seriously?! This things aren't connected to the radio?!" He scofted as he dived down to see if he could rewire their setup. He had to make this work. The image of Ben almost being crushed earlier flashed before his eyes, morphed into the image of blood everywhere and small bodies lying on the ground. He couldn't let this happen again, he couldn't lose again. With that in mind he got to work. "Argit! I could really need some help here!" Rook screamed in direction of the truck, there was a pained groan heared over the speakers followed by a 'I'm working on it' Rook shock his head, whatever he was planing he better does it fast. "Ben! I won't be able to make do with warning shoots much longer!" He informed his partner. "Working on it!" Was again the reply he got as he douged another swall of acid, 'if this ends with holes in my fur I will have racoon for dinner, pretty green eyes will not prevent it.' He thought to himself, annoyed and frustrated even though he knew he wouldn't make true on that threat. He would rather leave this creature unharmed too after all. Suddenly a little smoke cloud emerged from the truck, followed by a melody ranging through the air. Rook watched as Argit, with a bit of his fur slightly burned, exited the truck. "Here! Now you got music!" He shouted twoards Ben as he made his way back to Rook, sqealing twoards the giant mammals direction to grab it's attention. He still wasn't sure if the other alien was really talking to that thing or just made random sounds at it. "Do I want to see what you did in there?" He asked as Argit reached him, the rat like alien raised a eyebrow at him, "Does Ben want to see what you're hiding in there?" Rook felt his face heat up and was thankful as so often, that one couldn't see that through his fur. "I will not complain and you will keep this a secret?" "Sounds like a plan." Ben had to admit, Argit sure was clever, the song wasn't ideal for the dances he knew but it at least had a rhythm he could follow '1 2 3, 1 2 3,' he counted in his head as he fell into the motion alongside Gwendolyn, somehow it suddenly seemed so easy. The movements came like he has done them a billion times before and suddenly the water was swirling around them sparkeling in the bright sun light. They made one last turn together as enough water gathered around them, sending the fountain twoards Animo knocking him off of the racoon. Rook lost no time reaching for the device that controled the racoon, turning her back to her normal size. Argit meanwhile jumped on Animo's head for good measure, "Don't make the glass crack." Rook reminded him, Argit simply scofted, muttering something about deserving it under his breath. Ben smiled at Gwendolyn who gave a shy smile back as the omnitrix transformed him back into his human form. He couldn't help himself as he lifted Gwendolyn off of the ground swirling her around in the air. "This was amazing! You are amazing!" He yelled as Gwendolyn giggled. "Oh no.." Ben paused as he heared his friends dreadful voice, he looked over where the two alien's where hovering over the small racoon lying in the pool of water unmoving, Ben felt something in his stomach twist. He rushed over to them examing the animal, "Is she..." He trailed off, letting the question hang in the open, the older boys exchanged looks, "Not yet." Rook informed him, "But....it does not look very good for her." Ben felt tears well up in his eyes, "Hey Benny...come on, you tried your best to save her." Argit tried to comfort him but Ben just felt numb, he failed, he saves people time and time again but somehow he fails at saving one little racoon who did nothing to deserve this. "Gwendolyn don't!" Rook said suddenly, snapping Ben out of his depressed state. Gwendolyn reached for the racoon, who wasn't even breathing anymore as much as Ben could tell. "Gwendolyn, sweety, it's...it's too late." He tried to tell her, knew that she too wanted to save her, Gwen told him once that healing spells were the most difficult ones to master, if the injury was too severe not even a anodite would be able to heal it and once something was dead nothing could bring it back, he remembered how scared she looked back then. Gwendolyn smiled at him in a reasuring manner and Ben was taken a back as she suddenly started to glow in a bright pink hue. The mana around her started to pulsate into the racoon as the three boys stared in awe and wonder. Ben knew it was futile, knew she couldn't archive the impossible, but for a small second he felt like she could make it better. It ended soon after it started and Ben wanted to lie a hand onto the small girl's shoulder, knew she probably felt horrible right now, but then something happened he could not explain for the life of him. The racoon started to stire, coughing water out, and then climed onto Gwendolyn's shoulder, nuzzeling her face. "Dude!" Argit exclaimed, "Did your daughter just rise the dead?!"

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उत्तराखंड: बाढ़ के वेग में चंद मिनिट्स में बह गईं दो कारें और ऑटो, एक रोडवेज बस पानी में समाने से बड़ा हादसा टला

उत्तराखंड: बाढ़ के वेग में चंद मिनिट्स में बह गईं दो कारें और ऑटो, एक रोडवेज बस पानी में समाने से बड़ा हादसा टला

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हल्दवानी. उत्तराखंड समेत द���श के कई राज्यों में बारिश से जनजीवन अस्त व्यस्त हो गया है। यहां बाढ़ के रौद्र रूप में होने से नदी-नाले उफान पर हैं। जिसके चलते लगातार हादसे हो रहे हैं। सोमवार को हल्दवानी के रकसिया नाले में बाढ़ के…

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Okay so first of all I wanna say how much I adore your art it’s amazing. Second of all I love your fairy au and based on your latest Zane ask I wanna know how is he fairing in the gap between seasons 3 and 4? Is he captured? Or something else? Anyways I hope you have a great day!!!

Well, I wasn't going to make it easy on them, obviously. But I imagine in this AU, and I'm makin this up on the spot here, Chen is a leader of "Rogue fairies" with Clouse. After the Overlord is defeated and hides away in his little darkness hole,, Zane is nowhere to be seen afterwards except shards of his wings (I'd like to think that they were shattered like crystals) they pronounce him dead and make a memorial of moss and twigs and his falcon guards it.

The gang split up but Echo, being his brother, knows he's still around. And after some convincing, gets Lloyd to gather the rest of the group in secret after receiving a message that he's still out there.

They won't travel to an island per say, but instead will find a flodded cavern with one island and down below is where Chen and his minions live. They have no pixie dust and hence can not escape their prison.

The rest of the season goes on relatively the same, with each if the crew keeping their motives on the down-low and instead of stealing their powers to resurrect the Anacondrai, he steals their pixie dust so he can leave the island and re-join the remaining serpentine simply claiming they are the next Anacondrai, much to Pythor's disdain.

When we are reunited with Zane, you find out that his wings are utterly shattered and even Echo won't be able to heal them. (I want to balance out Zane since the general winter fairies are pretty op by themselves but I wanna make his ice much stronger so not just any winter fairy can take his role) when the Overlord was defeated, it covered the area in light snow, just cold enough not to do harm to the warm fairies and enough so that they couldn't find him. He however was blown two ways from Sunday, eventually washing up at Chens Island where he was imprisoned.

When it actually comes to how he feels about the situation. He's pretty shaken, barely had enough time to process his own victory before he woke up colder than he'd ever been, inside a mole tunnel being held prisoner. When he comes to face his broken wings, of course he's somewhat upset but it's nothing he's not used to, being a winter fairy that called the warm side home and all.

Only when he's home and they try to fix it does the panic and pain really set in, beforehand he could just stand back to back with Echo and they'd be like new, but he'd abused that gift and now he had to pay the price. He shows that he's content and doesn't mind it much but its always in the back of his head, the colour in his wings is like a stain or a scar, he can't get rid of that. It really effects Nya, Kai, and Echo too. They've all abused that gift and after this event, become less reckless mostly because they're worried.

(the rest I can't think up right now, brain is pretty wrackedhghg.. It's not finalised and I might change it, this is just on the spot thinking)

I hope this is good enough? If you have any better ideas pleeease share! I'd love to hear them 💙💙💙