#AAAAHHHH THAT NEW ANGLE

[angrycowboy]

#roswell new mexico #malex #alex manes #michael guerin #rnm 3x10 #rnm 3x12 #roswellnmedit #malexedit #alexmanesedit #michaelguerinedit #*notsogifs #rnm spoilers #AAAAHHHH THAT NEW ANGLE #LOOK AT ALEX'S SMILE

[leviiattacks]

heyyy there, saw your requests are open. and i'm wondering maybe you could do a timeskip where everything is done and levi finally opened his tea shop. then there he met reader, and he treats them differently from other customers. thank you, hope you're having a good day.

author note :: this was kinda rushed as is most of what i post. the reader is a writer just bc i thought it would be cute and also ISTG. i wrote this entire thing thinking leviolas was such a cool name for a tea shop then googled it and saw it’s also the name of a spider so... ++ btw i have not yet double checked or proofread this because i wrote it at 2am but yeah it’s definitely not great :-) word count :: 2.4k??? somehow???

you’re sweet like honey when you first order from leviolas. you’re the same when you ask the owner for extra napkins and you remain exactly the same when you return with the intention to stick around for a writing session with a black tea by your side

something about you is attractive. that’s what levi thinks of you when you first walk into leviolas

you’re just incredibly wholesome poking your head around looking at all of the handmade pastries and confectioneries in admiration

you think the homely decor is cute and reminiscent of cottages in the countryside, the view outside the windows is beautiful and the scent of coffee alongside tea is heavenly

the pastries are beautiful and you find yourself eyeing the macrons pretty frequently. just EVERYTHING about leviolas is cute :-(

but one particular thing is especially adorable to you

and that would be the owner

when you hear his name for the first time you’re a little shocked

levi ackerman to be specific captain levi ackerman, the high ranking official who aided in paradis’ independence and freed the nation from the grip of titans

you read about him a year back in a paper or two and vividly recall the valiant title he held as humanity’s strongest soldier

he still holds the title that’s for sure but now he happens to own a tea shop

it’s slightly unusual it’s not every day you see a soldier retire and live such a plain life but you suppose the simplicity makes levi happy

honestly, if you had been through hell and back like him you too would wish to spend the rest of your days in the company of tea leaves and sweet cakes

today is a day like any other you’re sat by one of the windows and contemplating sitting in the outside seating area

the sun is shining and lands uncomfortably on your face at this angle and you may as well make your way outside

but before you can a shadow looms over you and a broad chest leans over to cover the window with dainty curtains

“you looked bothered by the light.”

oh god.

it’s him.

he’s standing there looking at you with an unreadable expression and all you can do is open and close your mouth not knowing what to say

humanity’s strongest soldier

levi ackerman

also known as the really really really attractive cafe owner you’ve been crushing on for the last few months now

seeing him up close is much more different to looking at him from the comfort of your seat or whilst you order

he’s normally got his back turned whilst collecting orders or another worker collects them as he prepares the beverages

that’s why the unexpected interaction has you nervous

you can always tell when he’s made your drink because he honestly has a way with tea leaves and you kinda want to gush about how much you enjoy it

but, no, no, no.

you’re panicking just looking at him

soft black strands of hair stick to his forehead, his undercut is oddly satisfying to stare at and he smells of pine trees which again is refreshing

“ah hahaha thank you for blocking the sun out!!”

why the fuck did you ha ha????

this is so awkward.

putting on your best front you beam up at him hoping your toothy smile doesn’t look stupid

then again it probably does because who the hell has a good toothy smile

nobody.......

levi’s gaze lingers on you but if he has anything else he wants to say he doesn’t make it known

instead he firmly nods and turns away

you’ve messed up,,

only!!! you manage to mess up even more....?

without thinking your hand latches onto the back of his blue button up and your face burns up realizing what it is you’ve done when he stiffens to a stop

as quick as your hand has grabbed onto his shirt it lets go and you awkwardly laugh again

hahahahaha

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hold onto you so hard i was just...wondering if you could let me in on your secret.”

the random sentence is one you’ve made off the top of your head because you don’t have any real reason for holding onto him

but thankfully for you the saccharine of your voice is enough to sway levi

when he turns to see you with the same smile eagerly awaiting his answer something sparks in him

his chest feels a little funny but he ignores it

“secret?” he questions

“yeah!! your tea!! you’re really good at making it and aaaahhhh” you sigh contently thinking back on it.

“i remember when i ordered rose tea one time. you made it beautifully and the taste was infused so delicately it was incredibly soothing.”

hearing you ramble passionately about what he loves to do makes his chest feel funny again

he doesn’t know what the hell is going on exactly

but the only way he can explain it is his heart somersaulting and flipping despite him not wanting it to

despite that, it’s quite enjoyable

it’s probably got something to do with your kindhearted demeanor or the way you always manage to give him a smile when you waltz in

but levi finds himself fighting to touch you more and more as the days pass

your collar is always haphazardly done and he wants to lean in and fix it

sometimes you’ll have an eyelash on your face and he wants to lean in to swipe it away with his thumb

occasionally he stares at your hair and wants to sort it out. half the time it’s all over the place from the wind

he wants to lean in and smooth it out.

all he wants to do is LEAN IN but he sees no valid reason to

he’s lucky he’s always able to catch himself before his thumb reaches your cheek (you’re very oblivious and never notice how close he really gets)

ever since your first encounter at leviolas a few months back he’s been dragged into your world of books and lively stories

it doesn’t take you long to break out of your shell and you’re always telling levi something new

he doesn’t speak as much as you but when you coax out a story or two out of him he’s always earnest

you’ve learnt a lot through the conversations

you’ve learnt about his lost comrades, the horrible things he had to see on the battlefield, how he hopes he’ll live happy with what he has left

there are certain conversation topics he skips entirely and you respect his boundaries

you and levi are sat by a window and a comfortable silence floats between you two

it’s been four months

four months since you asked what his secret was

come to think of it he never told you what it was

he’s intently staring at you as you drink the lemon tea he’s just made you and his stare is a little too intense

feeling nervous you pick up your cup hoping for something to occupy yourself

recently the butterflies in your stomach have been increasing in number but you know it’s wrong to fancy levi

you don’t know why you think that but it’s the fact that you’re sure you’re not his type

he probably likes organised people, dependable people, funny people

not you.

you’re just an irksome author who spends your days writing in his shop

honestly he finds you annoying he has to. you’re always hanging around here

however, you do remember the one day you did choose to write in the park he thought you had died or something. that made you feel a little sad because he can’t really help but automatically worry if his routine is broken and you happen to have accidentally become part of his schedule

no, like levi’s literally said he has your name in his planner and whenever he thinks of a new thing to make you he’ll write it down with your name next to it

but still,, you’re convinced he has to find you annoying

there’s no reason for thinking it but you DEFINITELY think it’s correct

absentmindedly you haven’t even noticed levi still staring at you

“y/n?”

looking up at levi he’s clearly worried about something

humming in response telling him to continue he does

“i like someone.”

oh.

“...i’m not sure they’d return my feelings, that’s why i mentioned it.”

you smile at him warmly and you feel your heart sink, obviously he has to like someone. it’s probably someone in the corps, someone strong, someone capable. you’re not any of those things.

“well, you need not worry. if a man as good as you fancied me i’d be over the moon. i’m sure they would too!”

keep optimistic, don’t let him see you upset.

levi’s cheeks grow bright red and he bashfully tries to hide his embarrassment by covering his face with his hands

you laugh when he doesn’t budge and stays in the same position 

“c’mon levi, confess they’ll accept you have nothing to fear.” you coo persuasively

finally letting up after a few seconds he lets his arms drop to his sides.

“would you date me?”

the question takes you aback and you stare at him startled

soon realizing the idiocy laced in the inquiry he quickly retracts his statement

“nevermind, that was stupid.”

ignoring him you still want to answer

“uh well, i would. i have thought about it on occasion.”

he’s blinking rapidly trying to process what you’ve just admitted.

“you’ve thought about...?”

“dating you. yes i have.”

“and why the hell would you do that?” you can’t tell if he’s mad at you

“you’re capable, respectful. you’re considerate and quiet. i mean it you’re an amazing man really. also your tea!! imagine getting to drink it every day.”

you really have to add in the part about his tea because you know he loves it when you compliment it :-)

“ok, you drink my tea every day already.”

his short uninterested response stings and the dam of regret bursts open 

you shouldn’t have said all of that.

you and levi sit in an awkward silence for what feels like an eternity. you don’t dare look at him and your course of action is too drink your tea as quick as possible before dismissing yourself.

but before you can set your plan in motion levi breaks the ice.

“let’s date.”

you freeze and your eyes grow to the size of saucers

what did he just say???

he has to be losing his mind

“but levi what about the person you like?”

his eyebrow cocks upwards and an amused expression stretches across his face.

“i was talking about you.” he confesses boldly

this is a fever dream, nope, nope nope. you can not comprehend that this is your reality.

pinching your arm you hiss a little when you feel the pain

okay so, you’re definitely not dreaming...

“i, you, me. you...you like me?” the sentence is a jumble of words but you manage to sputter out something that makes sense

“yes. i like you.”

he’s being so blunt you can’t tell if he’s being serious but when you remind yourself that this is levi you relax, a blunt straightforward confession is meaningful coming from him 

BUT THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT

HELLO???? HE LIKES YOU BACK?%^%^”*

you get all blushy and flustered and you let out another one of your awkward hahahahaha’s but it’s a good hahahahaha

cautiously testing the waters he grabs your hand from across the table intertwining his fingers with yours

the gesture is adorable. the buzzing sensation that travels through your laced fingers makes you giggle to yourself giddily

“leviolas suddenly a matchmaking agency now? ;-)” your joke is dry and unfunny and levi rolls his eyes at it 

“you’re not funny.”

“but you still like me.” you tease

“yes. i still like you.” he admits

a few days have passed since then

you and levi have been the talk of the town 

humanity’s strongest soldier finally found his flame???

the chatter and rumors spread like wildfire, both you and levi aren’t fans of being in the spotlight but nothing negative has been said so there’s no complaints so far

levi places a cup of tea in front of you, it’s a herbal kind because you’ve been complaining about a headache

today you’re explaining why you dislike the plot of beauty and the beast and how there’s so much wrong with it. from the weirdly toxic relationship to the power imbalance. levi stands listening attentively whilst waiting for you to take a sip of the tea

just as you’ve paused to take a large breathe and prepare yourself to continue explaining how unbearable that book is levi uses it as his chance to say what he’s been wanting to 

“drink up before it’s ice cold.”

following his instructions you interrupt yourself and take a gulp of the herbal tea

your eyes glimmer in approval. it tastes of strawberries and you’re delighted already feeling your mood slightly raise in response

“it’s GREAT?? what did you put in it?? it doesn’t even taste medicinal.” once again, you’re fawning over his tea

“so levi ackerman, what really is the secret to all these perfect cups of tea?”

and without a seconds hesitation he responds.

“i was making the tea for you. that’s the secret.”

it takes a while for the gravity of his words to sink it but when the meaning does you cup his face in your palms and peck him everywhere. he whines a little but you can tell he enjoys the attention

you find that you’re more than happy you’ve found a home in levi and his shop

and levi’s more than happy he’s found a home in you and your books

:-)

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[renegadeontherunn]

hello fiona my love, hope you are doing amazing - i am so excited you are doing prompts!!! AAAAHHHH could you do 29. "you're a really bad liar." with obi & soka?? or really whoever you want!!! ily queen

SAM MY LOVE!!!!! AHHHH THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK AND FOR YOUR KIND WORDS I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WONDERFULLY TOO ILY!!!!!! and thank you for being my first EVER prompt fill!!!!! 

29. “you’re a really bad liar.” // from these prompts! // read it on ao3!

Ahsoka doesn’t look at the Temple.

She can still feel it—that gentle warmth and familiar glow—wherever she goes, but she doesn’t look at it. And it’s fine. She doesn’t need to see it to still feel the gaping hole where the Jedi used to reside and she shoves the Force away at every opportunity.

Ahsoka pulls her cloak tighter. The nights have been getting colder and colder and she finds herself missing the Temple (and its inhabitants) more and more.

She looks over her shoulder again on instinct, half expecting to see Anakin or Master Yoda, or even Rex. But there’s just the usual blank, dark faces of the Coruscant nightlife and Ahsoka breathes a sigh of sad relief. If she can just get off Coruscant, get to a new planet, maybe somewhere Mid-Rim, then she can actually relax. Then she’ll be free. Ahsoka shakes her head, arms wrapping around herself.

She shouldn’t have to worry about being free.

The diner she steps in is nicer than most of the ones she’s frequented in the weeks she’s been exiled, and it’s late enough to not be crawling with too many sketchy figures. The Force simmers as the little bell dings to announce her entrance, and so Ahsoka keeps her senses sharp. A quick reaction can be the difference between life and death. She’s learned that enough times.

“Ahsoka.”

There. Ahsoka’s shoulders tense up immediately, her whole body freezing, and she squeezes her eyes shut. Of course. Of course. Ahsoka thought she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see anyone—each check behind herself was bittersweet, would it be better to reconnect or is complete isolation the safest option?—but as soon as the quiet, surprised word drifts into the air, an anvil slams down on Ahsoka’s chest and she wishes she was anywhere else.

She could leave. She could just turn around and walk—run—away, hide back in her seedy apartment with the moldy ceiling and rusty door. But something, be it obligation or pride or just plain shock, forces Ahsoka’s head to her left and she locks eyes with Master Kenobi.

He’s dressed exactly as she remembers: a few thousand layers of robes with no doubt the hundredth brown cloak wrapped loosely around his shoulders. There’s a full cup of what looks like cold caf nestled between his hands. Ahsoka tries not to walk too woodenly over to him, screaming against her own body for betraying her.

Not now, not him, not this.

His face is paler, a bit more sunken than it used to be, or so Ahsoka thinks, but his face is all pleasant surprise and familiar, if a bit hesitant, warmth.

“Please, sit down.” He gestures to the seat across from him.

Ahsoka’s heart lurches. “I’m good.”

A beat of silence. She sits.

His eyes scan her face. “How are you?”

“Fine,” she answers automatically. Oh, this is not going to go well.

Obi-Wan doesn’t seem fazed. He nods. “That’s great.”

More silence. Ahsoka tries not to fidget, fails; tries not to stare, fails at that too. And her flailing attempts to squash the surging anger inside herself—well, you can probably guess.

“What brings you to a place like this at such an hour?”

Ahsoka nearly huffs. He hasn’t changed a bit. She can’t decide if that’s comforting or . . . disappointing. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Obi-Wan nods again. “You could.”

She doesn’t.

“Would you like something to eat?”

Ahsoka’s mind goes on the defensive immediately, though she knows that’s completely off the mark. Does she not look like she can support herself? She doesn’t want—or need—his help, his charity. Ahsoka is perfectly fine on her own, thanks (for nothing), and has no desire for unsolicited aid.

“No.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t flinch, but Ahsoka feels like he wants to. Like this conversation is somehow pricking his chest with bitter pain. Well, that makes two of them.

“I’m glad to see you’re alright.”

Ahsoka bites her tongue hard, fangs digging in deep enough to make her head pound.

Obi-Wan’s brow twitches, lips pulling down into a pretty good impression of concern. “Ahsoka?”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He blinks at her. “I’m sorry?”

Ahsoka’s eyes widen and she huffs in near-incredulous mocking. “Are you?”

His face darkens a touch. “Ahsoka—”

“Stop.” Force, why hadn’t she just walked out? “Whatever you’re about to say—don’t.”

But Obi-Wan has always loved talking, and Ahsoka should know that. “Ahsoka, please. I understand your feelings toward—”

“No you don’t.”

Obi-Wan’s jaw clicks shut.

Ahsoka’s face grows warm. “You can’t possibly imagine what I’m feeling, what I went through, other than your own part in it.”

“You’re right.” Obi-Wan’s hand is out and Ahsoka can’t remember if it always used to shake like that. “I misspoke. But I do know that you’re hurt and you have every right to be. I am so sorry.”

If this conversation doesn’t end soon, Ahsoka is either going to start throwing punches or sobbing and neither is a great look for her. “Okay.”

“If I could go back—”

“Well you can’t. And neither can I, but I guess that’s life.”

She’s purposely trying to goad him; fighting has always been easier than talking and maybe if they’re both angry, then Ahsoka won’t have to deal with the regret and guilt and fear and homesickness. But Obi-Wan is not so easily led.

“I only wish to explain, though I know it can never fully alleviate the pain of what happened. May I?”

Ahsoka can’t think of anything she wants less than to hear what he has to say. She wants—she wants Obi-Wan to stop talking, wants him to feel her devastation, she wants him to see how she is crumbling beneath the weight of what his Council has done to her.

“You all expelled me. You lost faith in me the second you got the chance to jump ship.” She chokes back tears. “The Jedi were supposed to be there for me—you were supposed to be there for me. Like family, right?”

Obi-Wan looks half on the verge of tears too.

“Ahsoka, I never lost faith in you, you must believe me.” He reaches for her. “I promise you, I tried everything in my power to speak for you in the Council, to try to prove your innocence.”

Ahsoka scoffs, feeling more bitter by the moment. “Fantastic job. Do you want applause?” She’s not sure where all this pent-up rage is coming from; she’s spent enough time meditating, considering the situation, her decision, trying to look at every angle. It’s been months. She thought she was past it. Or, at least, mostly past it.

“I understand your anger at me, I feel it myself. I completely failed you in your trial, Ahsoka, don’t think I’m unaware of that.” Ahsoka’s nails cut crescents in her palms. “I wish I could’ve done more—I should’ve done more.”

“You know what? Yeah, you should’ve. But this isn’t about you, Obi-Wan.” The name is sour on her tongue. “If forcing all this guilt on yourself somehow makes you feel better, be my guest, but you don’t have to burden me with the guilt of not absolving you from it.”

Because Ahsoka does feel guilty. She wants to forgive him and have everything go right back to the way it was, she a Jedi, he her partial Master, the three of them more like family than anything else. Her own stinging words churn in her stomach, half her brain raging against the other half: accept what’s probably your last chance at that old happiness or fuel the retribution you’re convinced you deserve. And she doesn’t know if she actually deserves it. And more importantly, she’s not sure Obi-Wan deserves this.

Haven’t they all been through enough?

But Ahsoka has never been good at thinking before speaking. And it’s a hell of a lot easier to feed the wolf craving vengeance than to scale the high road.

“Ahsoka, I am so sorry—”

Tears stinging her eyes, Ahsoka grabs her cloak, nearly knocking her chair over, her eyes never leaving Obi-Wan’s. “You’re a really bad liar.”

Obi-Wan flinches like he’s been struck.

Ahsoka lets the festering rage in her chest slither up to her tongue, lashing out in the empty air. “You’d think you’ve had enough practice.” Her voice is rough, harsh with stifled tears, words ripping holes where affection and warmth used to rest. All Ahsoka feels now, though, is scraped raw, and frustrated, angry confusion, and . . . and something else she doesn’t have time for. The door handle is cold on her blazing skin.

“Ahsoka!” Obi-Wan grabs her arm. She tries to shake him off, but his grip is too strong in its desperation. “Please, listen.”

Tears are dotting the greasy floor now and Ahsoka doesn’t know if they’re hers or Obi-Wan’s. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, I—” She’s still pulling away. The bell on the door is ringing.

“Ahsoka—”

“Just let go!”

The Coruscant air is freezing on Ahsoka’s face and she wrenches her arm away as they burst out of the diner.

They turn to face each other, blue eyes to blue eyes, two strangers with far too many memories.

“Ahsoka.”

And his voice is home and friendship and comfort and Anakin and the past.

“I’m sorry.”

The air is too stuffy, her chest too tight. There’s no room for the past in the scathing pieces of her heart.

She bolts off into the darkness.

“Ahsoka!”

#fiona speaks #AHHHHHHHHHHHH #AM I WRITING/POSTING FIC LITERALLY FIVE MINUTES BEFORE I LEAVE FOR COLLEGE? MA Y B E #anyway! #thank you so much for this ask sam!!!! #oh MAN this prompt was so fun to write #i've been feeling the angst the past few days so this is what you get akljsdkljask #or should i say mwahahahaha #i hope you like it!!!! #AHHHHH #answered #my writing #sam tag! #star wars #obi k & soka #yikes...YIKES #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano

[calliecat93]

TMNT 2012 Rewatch Episodes 16-20

The Pulverizer: On the one hand knowing how the whole Pulverizer plot is going to end up falling to the wayside taints this on a bit on a rewatch. On the other hand, it’s still a really good episode. Pulverizer is annoying but endearing and a clear deconstruction on the whole ‘funny fanboy sidekick’ trope, though this ones more the setup while his return is where the deconstruction truly hits. But it’s good setup. You wouldn’t expect the show to give Donnie of all characters a mini-arc where he tries to help the guy considering he’s not the ebst ninja of the four. But it does fit his character, actually shows that being the least good doesn’t at all mean he’s incapable, and allows a new angle for him concerning responsibility. One that for the most part sticks and helped Donnie branch out as a characger outside of being the smart one/his crush on April. Moments like the Shellraiser’s debut, Mikey getting to be badass protecting Raph, Fishface getting to get in action again, and the whole climax where the Kraang actually win in the end made what could have ended up an annoying filler episode if done wrong a very entertaining, exciting watch. 4.5/5.

TCRI: This one is still fine. It has some issues, mainly with the ending. Like April revealing that her dad is a psycologist… umm, shouldn’t that have been revealed near the beginning if the season?! It does that to have the plot twost if April being the target, which while not shocking has such an abrupt reveal that it comes off as last second. That’s all I’ll say about it for now. I also wish that TCRI had gotten more build-up since the only mention was in Stockman’s intro, which raises other questions but again later. But it’s still a fine episode. The boys really show how much they’ve grown as a team, Leatherhead got to be awesome, we get more progress on the Kraang plot and the end goal, and in the end the Turtles don’t win and lose an ally but gain some vital info and they’ll make up for it big time in the finale. It could have been better, but for what it is it’s fine. 3.5/5.

Cockroach Terminator: I feel like this episode could have been better used on things like the reveal of the last episode. But after a plot heavy episode, having a more basic, comedic episode isn’t a bad idea. Raph’s fear allows for some good comedy, though you also feel bad for him for being so incapable of facing his fear until Mikey’s in danger. I din’t blame him though, I’m terrified of bugs and the thing just gets grosser and grosser and… AAAAHHHH!!! It’s an episode that didn’t need to exist and is pretty much around as both a breather and to sell toys. But considering how later episodes handle making mutants to sell new toys… yeah this one’s on the better end of the scale. 3.5/5.

Baxter’s Gambit: The A-Plot is alright. Stockman finally has enough and traps the Turtles, Dogpound, and Fishface in a deadly game. It’s a classic ‘heroes and villains forced to work together’ episode… but it only gets it half righg IMO. We get some really interesting stuff between Raph and Fishface, learn more about Xever and why he’s in the Foot, and it really develops a rivalry I hadn’t noticed at that point. They don’t do this to flesh out Dogpound/Bradford though which while he’s one of my least favorite characters, is a shame since this was a prime time to do it. Getting somebbackstory and why he’s so devoted to Shredder snd how he became his pupil would have helped him tremendously and maybe even allow some Mikey development if they focus on their rivalry. And considering what happens with Stockman later, this episode ends up redundant. The B-Plot with Splinter and April though? Still fantastic. April’s quest for a weapon was both funny and when she and Splinter talk about Splinter’s lost family, very touching. It’s by far the best past of the episode for me. 3/5.

Enemy of My Enemy: Alrighty, we’re at the big one now. Karai wants to team up with the Turtles to brkng down the Kraang. The Turtles are understandably skeptical. On the one hand going back… Karai DOES come off as a a bit of a hypocrite. Her anger at the end is understandable since she was sincere and expressed it this time around, but considering how her last episode had her more or less call Leo out for trusting her so easily… yeah. But it does fit with her character and it further pushes her down the path that Shredder had set her on all because the Turtles made a mad judgement call. Which I’ll save my thoughts on that, but I do appreciate how the boys have to make complicated choices like this. The end fight was awesome woth the guys doing much better against Shredder this time around, though they’ve still got a long ways to go. But now with the war between the Turtles and Foot further cemented, it’s not going to get any easier from here. 4.5/5.

Alright, almost done. Next time we get April vs Karai, the Pulverizer’s return, parasite wasps, and the big showdown in the show’s first season finale.

#tmnt 2012 #2k12 #tmnt 2012 rewatch #callie’s watchthroughs

[sohannabarberaesque]

With obvious appy polly loggies to Otis Redding, in a way

[Mise en scene: The dock of some resort on Lake Betty in the general vicinity of Rex Beach, Minnesota, scene of a Major Character Reunion among The Funtastic World of Hanna-Barbera, close to sunset, and a rather spectacular one at that. Whence we see Super Snooper and Blabbermouse kicking their heels off and cooling same in Lake Betty's waters--and as if to reinforce the relaxation angle, both have forsaken their trenchcoats for the sake of this particular meeting.]

SUPER SNOOPER: Well, Blab, this is it--none other than the Land of Sky-Blue Waters from the somewhat hokey-like commercials for Hamm's Beer all those years ago--

[Cut to a snippet of said commercial, especially so the animated piece done to a mock-Native American musical beat]

BLABBERMOUSE: Yet what's rather fascinating, Snoop, is that we're here looking at the sunset reflect itself into the lake--boy, doesn't it seem rather beautiful, imagining the sun set into the lake's waters, wondering what lies ahead, or at least what the night's bound to bring....

SUPER SNOOPER: Point, like, well-taken, Blab ... aaaahhhh, to imagine just drinking in such an interesting set of beauty here among the very lakes of Minnesota!!

BLABBERMOUSE: Are you really that serious, Snoop, about what you were saying just now?

SUPER SNOOPER: Hopefully, Blab, I think I may likes going the non-alcoholic beer route, if you knows whereof and whereat I am digressing. And should you get any ideas, it's obviously not root beer, though it could be that way if and when required....

BLABBERMOUSE: I assume you mean the stuff they used to call "near beer," Snoop?

SUPER SNOOPER: However did you assume as much, Blab?

BLABBERMOUSE: We all learn something new every now and then.

SUPER SNOOPER: At any rate, Blab, I think we'll get in some quality time in the waters of this here sky-blue-watered lake as the sun filters down, and maybe head back to my cabin and have me some of what you succintly call this "near beer."

BLABBERMOUSE: Well, who wouldn't resist the experience?

[At any rate, we find the cat/mouse detective team in off hours swimming around as sunset makes itself known with her last rays reflecting into Lake Betty's waters ... and what a sensation it must be to not wear their work clothes of starched trenchcoats in such a show of friendship as this!]

#vignette #hanna barbera #super snooper and blabbermouse #rex beach #sitting on the dock of the bay #conversation #hamm's beer #the land of sky blue waters #ten thousand lakes of minnesota #onlyinmn #non-alcoholic beer #near beer #the lake at sunset #hannabarberaforever

[inkykeiji]

this is cheesy and sappy but!! adding to the anon below i rlly wanted to thank u too for inspiring me to actually post stuff on my blog/create things, your blog has helped me thru alot and motivated me through this sucky quarantine ( ^ω^ ) u reinstated my creativity and reminded me how much i love creating things like fics and writings aside from creating film storylines and synopses(which is what i constantly do as a film prod major hehe). i used to take creating other forms of art so lightly, thinking that i shouldn’t stress myself too much over hobbies. but watching u put sm effort and enthusiasm in ur works, i was inspired to take all forms of things i create more seriously with passion—and so far am loving it! i started posting things (i’ve posted so little so far doe hehe), writing things & the fic im working on rn is alr 7k+!! anyways, thank u so much for this clari <33

also!! i wanted to ask if there r any tips on describing things so sensually appealing/detailed! i feel myself slacking on vocab(english is not my first language so it’s such a struggle when it comes 2 writing fics grr) i want my word choices/phrases to be diverse and more descriptive in fics :0 should i start reading more literature n novels? -🐰

BUNNYYYYY AAAAHHHH😭😭😭😭😭 oh my gosh, i cannot tell you how much this message means to me. thank you so very much for sharing this with me!! it genuinely warms my heart and makes me feel so giddy and excited and happy and just aaaaah filled with so much LOVE whenever i get a beautiful message like this. i am so glad and HONOURED to hear that my blog + work + passion has helped reinvigorate your own <333 and i’m also so glad to hear that you’re loving it and having fun!!! please remember to take breaks tho ofc!! don’t burn yourself out bunny ehehe <3

as a film kid you probably already do this, but study the works of your favourite directors/cinematographers in terms of set design and shot composition (tbh even angles and camera movement, too, esp in relation to how they make you as the viewer FEEL)!! i can’t exactly explain it but i truly believe that studying these things has helped me with envisioning the scenes and descriptions i write. ALSO, invest in a really good thesaurus. personally i like digital ones because i find it easier to find words when you can just type them, but a thesaurus will introduce you to so many new words!!

#aaaah a film prod major!!!!! fun fun fun ehehe #one of my friends was in production!! he loved it #screenwriting has always been my strong point ehehe #although i love cinematography so so so much #i’m not very good at it ehehe 🙈🙈 #ANYWAY I HOPE THIS HELPS YOU BUNNY <333 #and i hope you had a fantastic day!! #thank you again for sending this in it truly means the world to me 🥺 #🐰.anon #clari gets mail

[starlight-ascension]

Song of her heart

(inspired by this image of Yuri from CurePuz) 

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Itsuki awoke to the sound of her phone ringing next to her bed. It was nearly midnight. Normally, she’d be annoyed that she had been woken up by a phone call, except that her phone said Tsubomi was calling her, and if Tsubomi was calling her this late at night, there must be a reason. 

“Why are you calling me now? It’s almost midnight!” 

“I just saw Yuri walking through the streets in a really pretty ball gown. She passed by my house and I don’t know where she’s going, but I feel like something’s going on and Erika has already begun sneaking out to follow her so now you have to come too.” 

Itsuki couldn’t think of anything to say. But a part of her was curious about why Yuri was wandering the streets in a ballgown in the middle of the night, and that part of her was waking her up fully, causing the sleepiness to dissipate until she was as alert as she was during the middle of the day. 

And she really, really wanted to see what Yuri’s dress looked like... 

“I’ll be right there.” 

She hung up the phone and crept out of the house. 

Moments later, Itsuki had arrived to where Tsubomi and Erika were hiding with the fairies. All three girls were in their pajamas, everyone was whispering, and Tsubomi noticed Itsuki first. 

“Itsuki! You’re here! Shhh, don’t let her notice you. Hide behind these bushes, we’re gonna follow her in stealth mode.” 

It was then that Itsuki caught sight of the woman across the street, shining in the moonlight. The sky was clear, the moon was full, and Yuri was radiant. 

Her feet were bare, and she wasn’t wearing her glasses. She wore a large white lily flower in her hair, and gold drop earrings shaped like crescent moons. Her dress was lavender and strapless, with a large purple ribbon at the waist, adorned with a white lily that matched the one in her hair. The skirt was short at the front, but the back of it went almost down to her feet, just above the ground. Under the scalloped lavender part of the skirt was a visible layer of white lace, which resembled more than one layer due to the massive ruffles of the skirt. Itsuki was breathtaken. This outfit was the kind of thing she usually only saw online, in movies, and when watching awards shows. 

“Wow... that dress is amazing.” 

“Where did she even get it?” 

“It’s not from Fairy Drop, that’s for sure. Although now I want to make a ballgown for some reason.” 

As Itsuki watched Yuri, she was glad it was summer. Going outside at midnight in just your pajamas and a pair of sandals wasn’t the best activity for any other season. Same with going outside at midnight in bare feet and a strapless dress. 

The girls continued to follow Yuri as silently as they could. She seemed focused on something or lost in thought, or both. Her hands were clasped together over her chest as if she was carrying something precious. She finally stopped in front of the greenhouse where the girls had met up so many times to discuss Pretty Cure, those months ago when the world had been in danger. It felt like so long ago and yet so recent, it was hard to believe it had been 7 months since the day Dune was defeated. 

Yuri stepped into the greenhouse. Erika attempted to follow her in, but Itsuki blocked her. 

“She’ll notice way too easily if we’re in there with her. The walls are glass, we can sneak around the place and watch her from there.” 

The girls and fairies crawled on the ground and followed Yuri from outside the building. She walked through the flowers, past Coppe, until she finally stopped. 

The light from the full moon filled the place where she had stopped walking, bathing her in moonlight. She stood among the flowers, next to a sparkling waterfall. For a second, she did nothing. 

Then she turned to face the moon and took out her Heart Seed. It was repaired, but the crack was still visible where it had been broken in half just over two years ago. She looked up towards the moon and began to sing. 

“aahhh-aahhh aah-ahhhh ah...” 

“She’s... singing?” 

The three girls crept closer to the glass, where they could hear her song better. 

“Wow...” 

“I just wish that you could know 

that I kept the promise” 

“Who knew she had such a beautiful singing voice...” 

“Cure Moonlight can sing-desu...” 

“Shh! I can’t hear the words with you two talking!” 

“Sorry.” 

“Tell them all I’m fine

I see it everywhere

Final words before you go...” 

“What’s she singing about?” 

“Something sad...” 

“Now I’m back in the game tonight

Dodging every blow...” 

“This part’s less sad.” 

“Pink teammate smiling at my side

...that I won’t lose this time

I feel it in the air...

...ahh-aaahhhhh” 

“It feels like she’s singing about her life.” 

“Shhh... we can’t accidentally have her find out we’re here, or even distract her.” 

“Guys, listen... she sounds like she’s about to cry.” 

As Itsuki listened to her song, she began to shed a few tears herself. Yuri had gone from alternating between singing about her combat life and singing about her depression, to singing directly to the people she loved who had died before her eyes. 

Itsuki looked at her teammates to see they were holding back tears as well. She silently nodded at them as Yuri continued to sing. 

“Fight... fly... cry... 

Final words before you go...

...I just wish that you could know

...aahh-ahh-aaaahhhhhh... 

...that i kept the promise, ah-aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh

aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh aaaaaahhh-aaaaaahhhhhaaaaaaaaahhhhhh

aaaaaaahhhhhhhh-aaaahhhh-aaaaahhhhh-aaaahhhhhhhaahh aaaaaahhhhhh”

“Why is she singing such a sad melody-desu...” 

“I think her song is ending-desu.” 

Sure enough, Yuri finished singing a moment later. When she finished her song, Itsuki could hear a faint splash. She approached the glass even more, and saw what was making it. 

Another tear fell, landing in the water from the waterfall. Followed by another. 

Moments later, Itsuki heard a voice from the waterfall. There seemed to be an image in the waterfall, too, but she couldn’t tell what it was due to the angle she was watching from. 

Yuri began to cry, talking to the voice. 

“Is this real...” 

“Oh my god.” came a voice next to Itsuki

Itsuki turned and saw Tsubomi. “What is it?” 

“I recognize that voice.” 

“You recognize it? From where?” 

“Shh, it’s saying something.” 

The three girls quieted down as they listened. 

“That music you were singing... is that Lana Del Rey?” 

“It is the song of my heart.” responded Yuri. 

“The song of her heart-desu?” said Coffret next to Erika. “It’s a tragic song-desu.” 

“It would sound happier if it was altered just a little-desu.” came Chypre’s voice in response. “If it either wasn’t in minor key, or it was maybe just slightly faster, and if you removed most of the parts about death... The song could be a dance song, but instead it’s sad-desu.” 

As Yuri kept talking to the voice, the younger girls continued to watch her, but they quickly realized that this was something to leave her alone for. 

“I’m tired... Let’s leave Yuri alone and go back to bed.” 

“Agreed.” 

Tsubomi, Erika, Itsuki, and the fairies crawled away from the greenhouse and returned home, each girl sneaking back inside and collapsing into bed, falling asleep almost immediately with the sad melody still in their heads. Despite the sad music, however, they all had pleasant dreams. 

☽༝┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ ❋ ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝☾

It had been just over half an hour, and Yuri had felt almost every emotion in existence, although not always to a lot of capacity. 

One last time... One last time to ask all the questions she had, and say everything she had spent forever wishing she could say. 

And she’s there, too... 

Yuri felt a strange sense of peace, for the first time since the final battle. As if she was standing in the waterfall instead of next to it, and the water was washing away the darkness and depression that had taken hold long ago and, while it had definitely faded, hadn’t managed to completely go away, until now. 

“I feel... for the first time in a while, I feel like I’m turning a page in my life, or I’m about to.” 

“And you’re about to get to a new chapter.” 

She smiled. “The story’s just begun, and I’m going to keep on reading it.” 

“There’s my Yuri... The night’s getting late, don’t you think? It’s past midnight.” 

“Yeah, I am getting a little sleepy, come to think of it.” 

“Lie back and touch the water. When you wake up, tomorrow will have come, and the next chapter will have begun.” 

Yuri obeyed, lying down among the flowers and reaching out with her hand to touch the surface of the water. She gasped as the water trickled up and over her hand, continuing to trickle over her in tiny streams as she lifted her hand up from the water and placed it over her chest, as the images in the waterfall smiled and then shimmered out and disappeared. 

Yuri looked up into the sky, towards the full moon, which cast its light onto her as she fell asleep in the gardens. 

*⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*

The next morning, Tsubomi went to the greenhouse to check on the flowers with Erika and Itsuki. She passed by the waterfall and noticed something. Shimmering light purple fabric. 

She moved the tall flowers aside and got closer. Yuri was sleeping among the flowers, still in her ball gown. It was light out, but she was still sleeping profoundly despite the bright sun. She had been crying the previous night, but she was smiling ever so slightly in her sleep. 

Erika walked up to her and focused on the dress. “Okay, now I really want to make a ball gown. You gonna help me, Tsubomi?” 

“She’s dreaming of us.” 

“How do you know?” 

“I just do.” 

“So do I.” 

Right as Erika finished saying this, Yuri’s eyes fluttered open. She sat up among the flowers, looking at her friends. She slowly got up from where she had been sleeping as Itsuki came over. 

“Hey everyone!” 

“Good morning, Yuri!” 

“Do you guys want to do something today? Hang out together?” 

“Sure! It’s summer, we’ve got the whole day! What do you want to do?” 

“Anything, really. Let’s see where the day takes us.” 

Yuri began to head towards the entrance/exit to the greenhouse, ready to step out into the world. She only looked back once, to make sure the other 3 were following her, which they were. 

“I have a feeling that I will soon have a new song to sing.” 

#fanfic #cure moonlight #yuri tsukikage #heartcatch pretty cure #heartcatch precure #precure fanfic #finished at 12:17 at night

[hollandroos]

Heaven and Hell | Extra Moment

King Of Hell!Tom X Fallen Angel!Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 A collab with @thewiseandfree

Summary: Who would’ve assumed that heavens little angel was The King Of Hells soulmate?

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Sexual themes but it ends before it can get really smutty.

I apologize in advance if the read more tab doesn’t work on mobile!

We are working on the final chapter! but neither of us were feeling like working on that night so I wrote this up!

You stood outside of the throne room, hand on the door handle as you listened intently. The guards didn’t step in at all, in fact, it was as if you weren’t even there sticking your nose into your kings business. By now they knew better than to lay a hand on you, even telling you what to and not to do was off limits and to say that it made you feel… weird, but that was an understatement.

Your whole life you’d been the one getting told what not to do, scolded for simply stepping out with your wings exposed and kept on house arrest but now you practically owned the palace. The people here were afraid of you, sure, but they also worshipped you.

“I don’t care!” Tom boomed, the walls shook. “You went behind my back, did something you knew you shouldn’t have done. You think that I can let you off of the hook for this? The other demons will be outraged if they find out.”

While others were terrified of Tom when he was angry, it excited you. He held so much power and it was enough to have you wiggling around in your seat, or in this case, bottom lip between your teeth and hands growing slightly clammy.

“Then don’t let them find out!” Harrison shouts back. “I knew that if you found out something like this would happen! If I could’ve I would’ve kept her a secret forever.” Harrison spat, anger getting the best of them. The two demons fought like this a little less than frequently, but they always forgave each other in the end. “What’s the difference between her and Y/N?”

“Don’t you dare bring her into this! You know this she’s different.” If this was any other demon, they would’ve had their head torn off by now. But not Harrison.

It was kind of sad really, Harrison was deeply in love with this angel- whoever she was but there was no way he was going to win this debate with Tom. He made it worse by sneaking around behind his kings back- breaking his trust and possibly their friendship. You, however? You could try something else to help him get his way.

Tom breathed deeply, hands digging into the side of the throne. “Can you escort yourself out or do you need the guards to drag you out?”

The whole kingdom- all of hell, in fact, could feel his anger. When the king was angry Hell grew hotter, almost unbearably hot for someone that wasn't already used to the heat. The floor would shake and sometimes cracks would form and while this is only a rumor, one you happened to believe in fact, apparently once it rained sparks.

The door swung open and a red-faced Harrison marches out, black eyes meeting your wide ones and for a second he thinks about storming passed, too angry at the world to start any kind of conversation but instead he just says, “He’s pissed, might want to wait before you speak to him.”

You shake your head already forming an idea. “I’m fine, thank you though.”

You swore that some of your angelic qualities would never leave, such as your desire to use your manners consistently or walk so softly, so carefully that the demons never saw you coming until you were directly behind them.

Harrison walks off and you step into the room, the guards closing the door directly behind you with a loud bang.

“Tommy,” You hum gently, padding closer to your love.

He looks up, eyes still jet black and wings extended to their full capacity. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights under his watchful gaze. “How much did you hear, princess?”

His hungry eyes run over your figure, the black dress you were wearing see through in certain places, a trail of lace following closely. The dress hugged every inch of you, highlighting every curve and making you look like a real queen. His queen.

You shrug like it was nothing as if the previous argument hadn’t just happened. “Everything from the angel to you threatening to kick your best friend out of hell. You can be very mean, you know.” The last part is partially a joke, partially. This was the king of Hell for crying out loud. He was mean to everyone that wasn’t you.

“Hmm, nosy aren’t you?” Tom chews on his bottom lip, knuckles turning white as you stalk forward. The lace following with every step.

“I’m not nosy, just curious. Besides, I could practically hear you from the library. It’s a little hard to read with the two of you going off at one another.” You place yourself in his lap, the large, golden throne the perfect size and you fit almost too perfectly, like a puzzle. Sure- the pieces were a little tattered and worn but they still fit together.

Tom grunts, one hand going to your waist. “I can’t believe him.”

“Have you met the angel?”

You were always the clear-headed one and while Tom loved it, he hated being proved wrong and in this situation, he knew he was wrong. Somewhere, deep down. It was just going to take some convincing.

Tom shakes his head. “I don’t want to.”

You face him from your spot on his lap, body twisting at an odd angle but you could see his face now, from his eyes that were back to their familiar toffee brown to his tousled coffee curls. “Do you forget that I was an angel too once? That my wings were once white?”

“You were never a full angel, darling. You were always meant to be mine- to be a queen.” Tom licks his bottom lip, sticking it between his teeth for a moment and you huff like a child that had just been told no. Tom uses his hand that was on your hip to draw soft circles.

“Hm. But I was still an angel.” It’s true, you were born and raised in heaven. “I know that Heaven is an awful place but not everyone is cruel down there. She may be one of the nicer angels.”

Tom gives you a glance which tells you all you need to know. “From what you’ve told me, all angels seem cruel.”

You huff, frustrated by his stubbornness. “Tommy, to anyone in heaven you’re cruel.” You wriggle around, the material of your dress oddly thin. You could feel everything beneath you. Everything. “Maybe I just didn’t get to meet her? I didn’t go out often.”

“Don’t remind me.” He hisses, not wanting to remember the people that made your life a misery. His eyes grow black with anger and you lean in, kissing Tom slowly for a few moments. He tasted like fresh berries, something the King had been eating a lot since you came around. You’d never get tired of this.

By ‘this’ you meant Tom, a man that loved you and made that clear. You hum in contentment, lips making their way to his neck as your hands trail up and down his biceps. “Haz seems really in love with this girl. We need to give her a chance.”

“Well, I’m fucking not. I don’t trust anyone from Heaven that isn’t you.” He tries not to react to your touch, but his hands that were tightening on your waist spoke for themselves.

You resort to plan B. “What can I do to convince you to give her a chance?”

“I assure you, darling, there is nothing,” Tom smirks, noticing your frustration with the situation when you remove your lips. For a moment he thinks that he won this. You allow him a moment to get cocky, a smirk covering his features faltering when he see’s you eye him up and down.

“Are you sure?” Your fingers brush over his chest, drawing down his chest until they hit his belt. “Nothing, my King?”

Tom shakes his head. “Absolutely nothing, angel.”

You slide off of his lap, Tom removing his hand from your waist in the process and he watches as you, curious to find out what exactly you were planning to do. Your sex life together had been pretty much the same since your first time together, you were still adjusting to things and Tom was nothing but understanding.

So he definitely didn’t expect you to lower yourself onto your knees in front of him, looking up through innocent eyes as both of your hands went straight to his pants, fingers working on the belt.

Tom was torn between smirking and telling you that you didn’t have to do this because while he wanted this- gosh, he really wanted this, he also didn’t want you to do something that you weren’t comfortable with.

“You know you don’t have t-” He stopped, feeling one of your hands palm him overtop of his jeans. His fingers went back to gripping the side of the throne. His pants were growing tighter and any trace of anger after his earlier conversation was long forgotten. All he could focus on was the way your palm worked the growing tent. Whatever Tom was about to say disappeared.

You were delighted with his reaction, yet still new to all of this you had no clue what to do next. It wasn’t until Tom Threw his head back, lifting his hips a moment you presumed he wanted you to tug his jeans down just far enough for some of the tension in his pants to be released. Which you did without a moment's hesitation.

He grumbeled. “I think at this rate, princess, you’ll be getting your way.”

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[hookaroo]

Vocivore, Ltd. (29 of 40?)

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Tagging @ouatwinterwhump, @killian-whump, @sancocnutclub, @killianjonesownsmyheart1, and @courtorderedcake <3

***THE MOST WONDERFUL COVER ART BY @cocohook38 HERE!!!!!******

***Chapter 12 animation and art that will absolutely astound you!!!**********

***LETHAL Chapter 19 art in all of its BLOODSTAINED GLORY!!!!************

**POOR STABBED KILLIAN falling into the sheriff station! Ch. 7 & 23 art!!**

****KILLIAN AND HIS MASTER IN THE GORGEOUS CATHEDRAL!!!!!!!!!!!!    CHAPTER 1 ART THAT KILLS ME EVERY TIME I SEE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*********

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AN: Sorry for the longer wait this time! I've had an increase in work hours, which might necessitate slower updates from now on.

I decided to skip the "Killian meets Z" chapter because it's mostly just a repeat of everything we know already. I may post it later as a deleted scene, but for now, we're moving forward with the story!

Present (Friday, continued)...

"Crap."

Emma shot to her feet, the chair screeching back from the table as if sharing in her distress. Startled, Jones rose as well, though much more stiffly.

"Emma? What's wrong?"

"It's now; he's… come on."

She raced up the stairs with Jones following as best he could. Past bedrooms, a guest bathroom, and to a padlocked door at the end of the hallway. Emma fumbled with a set of keys, explaining,

"I think Killian is heading for wherever the monster controls the security cameras from. He's going to enact the plan today."

She opened the padlock and yanked the door open. Inside was a table laden with multiple laptops and two desktop computers, all of which seemed to be connected together via masses of coiled cables. As Emma frenzied among the mess, Jones asked,

"What's all this?"

"Borrowed some equipment. From friends… and possibly from Evidence at the station." She seemed relieved when Jones didn't comment. "I hacked into all the security cameras around town, or those connected to the internet, at least. I figured that's what the Master does, and it would probably be more effective to change the feed than to, like, hold a screen in front of the camera or something."

"Hold… a screen…?" The detective's confusion was clear, but Emma was too focused to explain. Deciding to trust in her expertise, most likely gained online during one of her many sleepless night recently, Jones watched for a moment as she continued booting up each computer. Then, impressed and a tiny bit disbelieving, he asked,

"What can I do to help?"

3 weeks, 4 days ago…

His third day a slave, Killian thought he was getting off easy. That is, as far as 'no additional injuries on top of those earned during his first 48 hours' easy. Maybe the two beatings the day before--one for neglecting to attach the provided chain to his collar overnight and the second as part of a 'Session' with the Master--had bought him a day's respite. It was nearing evening, and no one had appeared in the stall entrance to disturb his attempts at rest. A blessing, to be sure; every single inch of him hurt in some way or another, and Killian was not certain he would survive further violence.

As soon as that grim thought crossed his mind, a slave escort appeared. The withered man had no buckets in hand, which could only mean one thing. Killian stifled anxious qualms and began his mantra. Hope kidnapped, Hope tortured, Hope dead. That Killian was desperate. That Killian could obey the summons, could face more torture for the sake of a chance at gleaning any information on his little girl.

That Killian struggled to his feet, joints creaking audibly, dozens of knotted threads pulling tight within his flesh. The slave was impassive as he unlocked Killian's chain and then exited the stall, obviously expecting the pirate to follow. Killian pictured Hope's blood as he forced aching limbs into a mechanical, unsteady gait. Each step awakened a new anguish, in a different place each time. Despite his best efforts, dread soon had his pulse racing beneath swollen, bruised, and torn skin, doubling the throb, intensifying the quaking. What would it be this time? How long before he would scream?

He somehow made it to the church. And there the reluctance became almost a physical barrier blocking his entrance, and he only overcame it with sheer courage, virtually throwing himself inside.

Killian had not anticipated seeing Z standing within, beside the Master, near the altar. His foreboding quadrupled, and it was almost enough to send him lurching back the way he'd come in search of two more minutes of safety. Her presence could in no way signify anything good.

The charade. Cling to the charade.

"Master, please…" He cleared his throat, staggered closer, swimming through pools of red-shifted stained glass patterns on the floor. "My daughter… we had a deal."

Wearing an indulgent smile, the Master curled a tentacle, waving Killian onward. "Good evening, Tripod."

COME TO YOUR MASTER.

Killian stumbled on an uneven paving stone. "At least tell me if she's okay."

"Let's see how well you please me tonight."

Killian stopped at the foot of the stairs, out of the Master's reach. He cast a glance at Z, who was standing still, eyes fixed on the tilted surface of the broken altar. Killian caught a glimpse of metal, a flash of candlelight off of something sharp. He shuddered in apprehension.

"H… how can I be of service, Master?"

"Come join us." The Master indicated a spot on the floor at the altar's edge, between itself and the taciturn Z. Killian drew a calming, painful breath and then hauled himself up, one step at a time, wincing as the exertion aggravated barely contained injuries. He couldn't help cringing away from the Master's welcoming tentacle, which found him anyway, wrapping itself around his left forearm. The creature's clawed hand patted Killian's shoulder.

"I feel your fear, Tripod, and savor it. I will be honest with you: it is justified. I anticipate an unprecedented opportunity for you to serve me tonight."

Jaw tense, Killian avoided looking at Z's collection of implements on the altar. The Master noticed, and it chuckled.

"I have invited Z to dinner. I hope you don't mind."

"Whatever pleases my Master," Killian managed, his voice barely above a whisper. The Master ruffled its claws through his hair.

"Good little Tripod."

Tenderly, it guided him closer to the altar, until he stood leaning against it. The slanted surface came up to his breastbone, radiating cold from metallic decorations. The top was polished wood, and he could make out the dents and dings of age, as well as crusted dribbles of candle wax. His thighs pressed against a protruding design of intricate copper, sending a shiver up his spine. The restraining tentacle lifted his arm; he tried not to resist despite the sudden stab of panic.

"Yes," hissed the Master in his ear. "That's it."

It stretched Killian's arm forward and then allowed it to rest on the tabletop, making a slight adjustment to the angle so that, if Killian had still possessed a hand, his pinkie would have been contacting the surface, with the thumb above. He felt the crab-like pincer take position behind his elbow, adding to the restraint already provided by the tentacle. The Master clattered forward and pressed its thorax against his back. Its wrinkle-free waistcoat itched as it pinned him in place.

Killian could not even make a fist in reaction to his tension; the fresh brand still boiled with any movement of his thumb. His fingers twitched anyway as the Master's second tentacle snaked around that arm as well.

"Z and I have devised a gift for you," purred the Master. "To accommodate your deformity. It will require some precision, though… so do try and hold still, for your own good."

Wheezing rapid breaths, feeling the heat of adrenaline in his limbs, Killian could only watch as Z shuffled closer and balanced her tools within reach. She stood off to his right, at the narrow end of the altar.

"Z, let him see the device."

The silent woman held up a metal shape, something like a half-circle made of slender rods about the thickness of a ballpoint pen, maybe slightly more. There were, in fact, two separate pieces: a straight one, which tapered down to a wicked point, and then a long curve, of which one end was joined to the thicker end of the straight piece. The attachment point was two interlocking rings, so that the curve could twist and rotate all the way around the central line. The other, tapered end had a small hole drilled through it, and Killian surmised that there was some way to attach the currently free-floating curve's edge as well to make a continuous frame of metal. What he could not--or, perhaps, dared not--fathom was its purpose.

No spray bottle of disinfectant here. This time, it was straight iodine, poured from a beaker directly onto his outstretched wrist. The brown liquid streamed down the tilted tabletop like bloodstains, hearkening back to the altar's original purpose. Z drenched a cloth in the iodine and began to scrub roughly at the apex of Killian's captive wrist, then its base. And some instinctive part of him grasped the intent, even if his reasoning was slow to catch on. He lurched backward into the solid presence behind, an incomprehensible, pleading whine sounding from his throat. The Master tightened its grip, though it was in no danger of losing it.

Z continued her abrasive disinfection even as Killian struggled. Both sides of his scarred wrist now sported a bright and ominous yellow.

"Relax now, Tripod. You're being given a tremendous opportunity to serve me with your screams. You should not fight it."

He couldn't do this. Whatever had possessed him to think this scheme was in any way achievable? He took it all back. He had to escape, to save his own skin like the cowardly pirate he'd always been… He… he had to…

"Please… no…"

It was already too late. There was no escape. He was trapped in place, his Master's bulk crushing him against the table, both arms in a vise grip while tears of dread stained his face. The best he could hope for now was a quick death, because he certainly would not survive further mutilation of his… oh, gods, was that a hammer?

Another terrible thought struck as Z lay his arm back into position. Something that had inexplicably escaped his awareness during these past two days of torture: Emma was listening. She would hear the whole thing.

"I'm sorry… Swan…" The last word was cut off by an involuntary sob. The spike's tip pressed against his flesh, sharp and cold. Killian could only breathe in short, frantic little gasps, still thrashing in his Master's grip, but tiring rapidly. The hammer hovered, went through the motions without actually touching its target. A practice swing. Killian was trembling so badly that the precariously balanced set of tools rattled on the altar's surface.

Then it crashed down for real. Driving metal through skin and muscle into bone. Killian's first startled yelp was more of shock than true pain, as it took a second for his brain to catch up. Into the erupting fireball, the hammer fell again.

It was the Dark One, taking his hand with his own blade.

It was the clumsy efforts of Smee and the crew, trying to stop the bleeding and save his wretched life.

It was the dying stump, ballooned and pulsing with infection.

It was the first time he'd donned the hook over the raw flesh, the first time he'd bumped it against some obstruction, the first time he'd fallen on it.

The first time he'd killed with it.

Already, he had screamed himself hoarse, the Master moaning in ecstasy behind him, but the blows continued like lightning bolts, illuminating phantoms so bright that surely he must have a hand there after all.

Off target, the hammer slipped and smashed into blueberry flesh, and the stake jolted sideways with a crunch, and Killian felt himself falling until he was caught by the collar and splashed with water while the hammer lay dormant, and he couldn't even make sense of words he knew he should recognize because his only focus could be the searing cold metal driven halfway through his wrist.

The hammer resumed its grisly task while Killian's cries grew feebler. He drifted in a haze of anguish, half-fainting, shocks of pain sizzling up his arm. His dead weight sagged against the exultant Master behind him as the whole church seemed to spin on an axis.

Killian didn't feel a difference when the spike broke through the skin on the pinkie side of his wrist. The only clue was a minor change in sound: the metal had entered the wood of the altar. One more blow, one more wooden thunk, and Z lay the hammer aside.

And then she yanked upward on his tormented arm, and Killian gave voice to one more noiseless cry as the impaling device shifted inside him before squeaking free of the altar.

His eyes were closed and nothing could make him open them to see the ghastly damage. Even when Z began manipulating the attached ring, pulling brutally and drawing more tears of pain, he kept them squeezed shut. His hand, too, remained balled into an unyielding fist despite negligible protests from his branded palm.

This was it. This was his life now. He would never again feel happiness. Contentment. A moment free of pain. Forevermore, his existence would consist of blazing agony.

There was an audible snap as the free corner of the ring found its bloodstained attachment point. The straight post shifted again, Killian whimpered once and dove headfirst into black oblivion.

This time, the Master let him fall.

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Avengers A/U

“Call me Tony”

Tony Stark, daughter!reader

Part 6

Sum: this is the story of how you meet your dad, the one and only- Tony Stark

For @ryverpenrad

****

Michelle and Ned cackled as you and Peter dressed up in too large clothing and danced around the large common room. Sam yelled loudly trying to guess which movie you two were emulating, while Bucky sat next to him looking confused.

“An Officer and  Gentleman,” Bucky whispered.

“AAaahhhh!!!” you yelled loudly arms wrapped around Peter’s neck as he held you in his arms, hat cocked at an awkward angle. “I was starting to think nobody would get it!” you yelled giggling as Peter finally let you down his hand still on your waist. 

Sam was staring at Bucky mouth wide open. “What?!” Bucky practically yelled. “I watched it the other day, it was pretty good!” he grumbled looking away as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Y/N?” Tony called you over and you glanced at Peter nervously, he offered you a smile and nodded as he gave you a small push towards Tony and Steve. your stomach rolled over as Steve winked at you stepping away from Tony to give you two privacy. “Hey, kid.”

You leaned against the counter like he was and realized he had been watching the whole show a small blush appeared on your cheeks, and why it pleased you you weren’t sure. “Yeah?”

“So,  since you pulled this little prank I thought maybe you should be punished.” You looked up at him in shock, “yeah I know, I’m new to this whole dad thing and I suck, but I am trying to do right by you.”

“Tony, I know I messed up but,” your stomach turned, the pizza you had just had threatening to come up. If he said you couldn’t hang out with Peter and the others you’d die of loneliness. “please, don’t!” you whispered looking at the floor to not show that you were on the verge of tears. “I’ll do anything, I swear you wont hear a peep out of me, and I’ll stay in my room, I promise you won’t even remember I’m alive!” you gasped, the thought of not being able to even text with Peter beginning to make you panic. 

“Whoa,” Tony caught your chin in his hand as you gasped faster, trying to swallow in air. “Hey now, it’s not that bad!” he moved you into a nearby chair, it hurt to think of not hearing you, or thinking that you didnt exist, he liked watching you dance around making yourself breakfast and such. Maybe he didn’t interact as much as he should and he would rectify that soon. 

Peter stopped what he was doing and glanced at the two of you till Steve caught his attention. “Yes, I am punishing you and you will have to deal with going to a rather lower class school than what you are currently at,” Tony continued, you looked at him, your breathing slowing.

“What?”

Tony nodded, pursing his lips at you, “I know, I know, it’s gonna be hard re-adjusting to a new school..yet again, but I’m sure you will manage. I know that this school won’t be as demanding or as challenging for you yet either. Also, MIT? Forget about it. You’re not allowed to attend advanced tech classes there since you ran away. Nope, not signing off on those papers. You’ll just have to go around doing community work and what’s that stuff called??”

“Volunteering? Volunteer work?” you offered, feeling excitement bubbling up inside you. Was he really doing this?

“Yeah that!” Tony sighed, “Now I know you don’t get along with Peter that much but you’ll have to see him on a daily basis now, and those other two that you absolutely can’t sta-OOOFF!!” he grunted as you threw yourself at him.

“THANK YOU SO MUCH TONY!!” you squealed face pressed against his chest, you frowned when you hit something hard and remembered his arc reactor. “Sorry,” you mumbled as he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you.

Peter beamed as he looked over, the others glancing over quickly and discreetly.

______

Tony shut the door and smiled as arms wrapped around his waist, lips pressing against his neck. “You okay? Steve asked against the shell of his ear as he redirected Tony leading him to their shared room.

Tony let out a shaky breath, :I wasn’t sure that would work, and no it made my heart skip when she almost started crying!” he shook his head and giggled softly as Steve nibbled on his ear. “Steve, I should get some work done…” he was whipped around and lips landed on his, strong hand on his waist, he reached up as he opened to his lover and husband, there was no escaping him when he was this demanding. “So, it’s like that?” he asked as Steve started trailing down his neck, his hand unbuckling Tony’s belt and pulling at the zipper. 

Steve smirked as Tony let out a whimper, “Your so sexy when your being such a great dad y’know?” he asked voice low, he nipped at Tony’s adam’s apple and pushing him into the bed. “I mean, if you really want to go down to the lab..” he pulled his pants off, leaning over the dark haired man, crawling between his legs, “you are more than welcome to try to get away from me.”

Tony’s breath hitched as he looked up at Steve’s darkened blue eyes, there was no way he was getting any work done for the next day. He let out a loud moan as Steve claimed his lips, it was gonna be a long night.

******

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Author Spotlight: Skivvysupreme day 4

Day 4: Recs!

Please recommend 3 - 5 fics written by someone else.

I’m going to go with 3 of my  forever favorites that are permanently stuck in my memory, despite the fact that I feel like I always say the same fics when someone asks for recs, haha: “All the Other Ghosts” + “Grey” by Rainjoy, “Stripped Bare” by missbeizy, and “One Spectacle Grander” by lurkdusoleil.

Rec 1 - “All the Other Ghosts” + “Grey” by Rainjoy

I think this is one of the most important fics ever written in the Klaine fandom. I’m not going to quote one of my favorite parts here because this fic is Long. Very long. I could not even begin choosing a part to quote. What I love about this brilliant superhero AU is that it digs deep into Kurt’s and Blaine’s psyches in a way that I’m not sure I’ve seen anywhere else. It’s complicated, very dark in parts, euphoric in others… It’s the perfect superhero story, and is my standard for superhero fiction at this point because of the way it examines the people behind the masks. This is a beautifully written, devastating fic that is well worth the time it takes to work through it. I devoured the new chapter every week before it was completed, though I remember hesitating when the final chapters were posted because I wasn’t ready, haha. I needed the story to end, but I still wasn’t ready.

Rec 2 - “Stripped Bare” by missbeizy

The dancer moves like liquid across the stage, bending and arching and opening himself in ways that Blaine could not imagine moving himself. He does things to that pole that would make even the most over-sexed person blush. He crawls across the stage on all fours, bending and tossing his head, his back flexing like a cat's, and Blaine notices that he's wearing white eyeliner, pale lip gloss, and blush high on his cheeks.

He stops in front of Blaine on his hands and knees, breathing a little rapidly, ass up in the air and angel wings spread behind him. "Like what you see, honey?" And it's only then that Blaine realizes that he's sitting right in front of the stage, that this beautiful man is talking to him. He guesses that this is his cue and slides a five dollar bill from his wallet.

Porcelain grins, eyes a little wild as he leans over and takes the bill between his teeth. He winks, wiggles coyly, and then continues crawling across the stage. Blaine's heart is pounding. He can't feel his fingers.

He is in trouble.

AAAAHHHH THIS FIC! Blaine, who hasn’t previously examined his sexuality too much, is married to Rachel, and Kurt is an erotic dancer. This is the alternate meeting that dreams are made of, unless you have an issue with infidelity despite endgame Klaine, haha. I love so many things about this fic: it’s incredibly sexy, there’s no shame or judgment in Kurt’s job, there’s no outlandish angst in Blaine figuring out his sexuality, and the story moves. This story could have been a much slower burn, and I appreciate that it isn’t.

Rec 3 - “One Spectacle Grander” by lurkdusoleil

Before he knows what he’s doing, before he can think twice, Blaine takes off, flying over quickly, landing on a grouping of rocks partially hiding the form from view. There he is. He’s so pale that the sun reflects enough to make Blaine squint. He’s gorgeous and lithe from the waist up--broad-shouldered, trim-waisted, veins running down his shoulders and shapely arms blue and thick. His hair is reddish brown in the light, swept up off his angled, graceful face, framed by a braid at each temple that’s about as thick as Blaine’s pinky. He’s wearing several strands of beads and shells and other decorations around his neck, and otherwise bare. And below his hips, scales form from the skin, pale and nacreous like the smooth insides of some of the most precious shells Blaine collects. He doesn’t have legs--just this one long tail, sinuous and limp on the sand. It tapers and ends with long, gossamer fins. Blaine looks over at the water--the sun is just past its zenith, and the tide is at its lowest. The edge of the surf is many yards away, so Blaine feels safe enough hopping down onto the sand to get a closer look. The fish-man is unconscious. His eyes are shut, flickering restlessly and scrunched tight--in pain, or because of the light in his eyes, Blaine’s not sure. Gills behind his strong jaw flutter weakly, though he breathes through his chapped lips, shallow and unsteady. His skin is flushed and starting to burn, and-- Blaine sniffs. He smells blood. He looks the man over, suddenly much more nervous. And there, on his far side, a stain of red on the sand, below a deep wound in the scales over what Blaine estimates would be his outer thigh, if he had legs. The scales around it are torn, and Blaine almost gags--it’s a large wound, and he’s no longer surprised that the fishman is laying here passed out. “Blaine! Come back here!” Blaine shakes his head at Cooper’s call, shouting back, “He’s hurt!” He kneels and leans over him, hands hovering uncertainly before they land on the merman’s shoulders, shaking gently. “Hello?” he asks, feeling stupid. “Can you--can you wake up?”

Oh god, I love the merman!Kurt trope in almost any incarnation, but this one is my favorite. The added bonus is Blaine as a bird hybrid, so right off the bat there’s that lovely star-crossed friction of each of the boys being unable to live in the other’s home, even more extreme here than it would if Blaine were human. Everything is so clearly described - an important writing feature in a fantasy AU, especially one in a world that sounds so beautiful. And, overriding all else… Blaine is so incredibly Blaine here, at his most determined, earnest, and sweet. (Kurt is wonderfully characterized as well, but the story is mostly from Blaine’s point of view.) I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve reread this!

#author spotlight #fic recs

[teribite]

Perspective

Deep in the night you could hear her scream. She fell to the ground crying her body in tethers blood escaping through several new and inventive openings. She screamed again. Her soul was crushed far beyond her body. It escaped from her eyes long ago all that was left was a primal being molding from fear and hate. A child who’d forgotten the love of the moon and warmth of the sun. She was lost and dying but no one would hear her screams. They blocked them out. Every night for the knew that this was her punishment. This was or what she was. She screamed again.

“Whore, Witch, Wench, Bitch, Slut.”

The names in which she was called. The names she was forced to respond to. After so long her own name became a distant memory. A distant home and a distant world that she’d been separated from. Where the moon smiled and the sun was cold. Home.

“Zevilous”

A single name that she’d once been called. A name that she’d whisper to herself at nigh before she lost every part of her. But sometimes she’d say it after a long silence. Alone of course but it would stir something within her and for a split second she’d be warm. 

“Get up you cunt.”

She looked up for her work. Her hands bandaged and weak but she still worked her normal job as house wife. Normally she’d continue but something compelled her to lift her head. 

A younger girl hair was in a normal guard’s hand. She didn’t say a word as she looked back down. She continued her work cutting up some vegetables then a man’s finger. 

The girl looked at her for several seconds coming to terms of what happened. Most didn’t understand her power nor did they really understand what she was. The guard was gone that’s all that mattered. She didn’t pay the other girl any mind as she continued prepping the soup skinning and prepping the meat. Human flesh was much like pork.

“You....how?”

She sighed not saying anything. She was programmed to not speak. She was programmed to do as told. The girl had told her to save her she obeyed. The girl stood walking over to her not saying a word. 

She stopped feeling her press her body weight to her back. What was this? What was she doing? She tensed not knowing how to react. 

“How can you forget something like a hug?”

She turned to her. The girl still had her arms around her so as she turned she was quite close to her frontal areas. The girl was about two feet smaller than she was with light copper hair and dull grey eyes. She was two feet higher with Silver hair and the same dull eyes. She was like her. She didn’t know what to say but she could feel her. Through her blank looks was concentration and power.

She turned again. She could feel the girl smile as she drew back.She shook her head returning to her mindless state. The girl didn’t seem too worried about this and helped her cook. It made prep time 3.76 times faster. The guard didn’t return. She didn’t really notice. The girl talked. She didn’t really understand. Her words didn’t seem to have much purpose of meaning. 

“Are you listening?”

A command. She lifted her head giving her her attention not noticing her knife coming down on her finger. The disconnection was interesting and painful but she looked at it blankly. The girl looked mortified. She tilted her head to this. Why was she mortified. It was only a finger, she had nine more. She looked at her hand letting out a very dull and uninspired.

“Aaaahhhh?”

Her body did that sometimes. During the night when she was being punished her body did this. The girl breathed in deep looking paler. She shook her head returning to her work. She now had to clean up the mess the meat had made. It was hard as her now missing finger caused a mess of its own. Funny where’d her finger go? 

The girl walked over.

“Stop and sit.”

She said something after that but she didn’t understand what it meant or what it was. She did as told resting her hind quarters on the floor placing her hands above her head as she’d been taught. 

The girl approached this curiously but knelt carefully taking her now finger less hand. Where had that finger gone? Her touch was strange. It wasn’t quick or painful. It was soft and.......she knew not the next word but she what was that word again? She shook her head.

“Gentle and like or love are the words you’re looking for.”

She looked up at the girl then looked back down waiting for a slap.

“Stop that.”

What?

“Stop expecting me to hit you. I’m not going to.”

Why? This girl was strange.

The girl smiled warmly running her free hand down her face. This time she didn’t stay still. Her body pesky thing that it was made her free hand touch the girl’s while her face tilted into it. She laughed. She.....liked? Her laugh. 

“What are you doing!?”

The guard’s voice was sharp snapping her back to reality. She dropped the girl’s hand and stood. The girl took a bit longer to stand as if not really realizing that he was there. She turned to him and gave a sly smile.

“I’m only healing her finger. I’ll be gone in a few minutes.”

“You’re not getting off that easily witch.”

The guard stepped forward but soon was missing his legs. She looked down at her hands they where. Again the girl looked mortified. 

“What are you?”

She looked at the legs then at the screaming guard. Such a pitiful noise. 

“Don’t.”

The girl’s words stopped her. She tilted her head looking at the girl. She was once again gazing at her with terror but there was that strength she saw earlier. The girl lifted her hand, she shook her head her head felt funny. What was the girl doing? 

“Can you reverse it?”

She nodded yes slowly. 

“Then please do.”

Again she nodded The guard once again stood. This was returned with a sift kick to the face for him. He would have done more if another guard had told him to stop. Punishment was at night after all. 

“Stand bitch.”

She stood. She was taller than him she was taller than most of the guards. Her body was tall and spindly. Her blank stare was well blank as she awaited orders. 

“Take the witch in. Now.”

She turned to the girl who cowered to her. She was in her arms and struggling but after a few moments stopped and gazed up at her. She looked down at her. Blinking she walked with the guard never once gazing up on where she was going. Her feet knew the path and no one would step in front of her unless they wanted to. 

The girl the witch? Looked up at her studying her. She could see the words on her lips again.

“What are you?”

I am who I am. What are you?

She smiled her body becoming looser in her arms. She liked that. She liked the word like. It felt......like.

The girl laughed softly.

“The word you’re looking for is nice.”

Nice? She knew that word. It was faint but she knew it. Nice. She liked nice. 

The girl frowned. 

“What did they do to you?”

She didn’t understand the girl.

“Oi! Bitch look up.”

She stopped and let a few guards and merchants pass. One gave her a quick slap that snapped her head wrong. She fell to a kneel her head stuck and her vision darkening. 

The girl quickly grabbed her skull and snapped it back to the right angle. She liked that. It felt........

“Nice.”

She nodded slowly. The girl was in her head but why? There wasn’t much in there. Her thoughts where plain and stupid. 

“Get up.”

She stood looking at the guard. He was a foot smaller than her. A foot taller than the girl. But he was scarier than the girl. He was a punisher he would see her tonight. She could see it in his eyes.

The girl stayed with her. The guards thought it would be funny for them to be with one another for punishment that night. She didn’t mind. The girl had been quiet since they’d entered the waiting room. She slept with her eyes closed. Strange. 

“Zevlious” 

Her name felt strange in her presence. Not wrong but .........nice?”

The girl stirred in her sleep frowning as she gripped her arm. It didn’t hurt but it was interesting. Her body reacted again running her hand through the girl’s hair as she hummed. 

Normally she wouldn’t make noise in the waiting room but the girl looked like she needed something and this was all she could give her. 

“You’re voice is so lovely.”

The girl’s eyes looked up at her. They were tired and sad. She didn’t like that. She stopped humming 

“Oh, it’s ok.”

The girl flipped her body around her back against her thighs. The girl placed her hand on her face. She didn’t know what to think but her body again made one of her hand meet it. The girl laughed. 

“I wish I could fix you.”

Fix her? She wasn’t broken was she?

The girl frowned.

Don’t frown. She didn’t like that.

“Ohohoh, no,no,no,no. It’s ok. I can’t smile all the time.”

She knew that.

The girl sighed. The girl toyed with her hands. She didn’t say anything to her just thought to herself. She wondered what the girl thought about. 

“I don’t think about much. Well....Some of my thoughts brought me here.”

How can you be brought here. She’d been here her whole life no one had been brought here. They just where here.

The girl looked up at her with those dull grey eyes. 

“They really did a number on you.”

She turned and sat upright. her copper hair look like solid metal in the waiting room’s dim light. 

“My name is Ulu by the way.”

She tilted her head. Ulu......a foreign name.

“Course it’s foreign. I’m not from here.”

She doubted that but said nothing.

“You don’t say anything! If I did.”

The girl froze as a guard entered looking at the two strangely. She knew he was going to say something but the girl raised her hand and the guard shut his mouth. She didn’t think it wise of the girl to use her abilities on a guard. It would only anger them.  

“I’d rather not hear it though.”

She looked at the girl sadly. She confused her.

“Sorry about that.”

She didn’t see any reason for the girl to apologize.

“Can you use my name?”

Name?

“Ulu. That’s my name. You keep calling me the girl. It’s kinda getting old.”

.........She contemplates for a second and tries to use Ulu’s name in place of the girl. She’s confused but lets it slide slowly. Most of the guards wouldn’t use names it was “above her.” Why did Ulu give her her name?

“Well you using female pronouns all the time is confusing if you’re trying to figure out who’s you’re talking about.”

No one goes through her mind so she’s never needed to differentiate. She knew what she was thinking and who she was talking about. Changing it seemed needlessly necessary. She sighed and sat back thinking. Her nose scrunched as she thought  just like her mother. Did her mother have a name? She had a name or did she? What was her name again?

“Zelious.”

She froze looking down at Ulu. Ulu’s face was a soft shade of pink now. She wondered what that meant. Ulu’s face grew darker in shade to almost a red like color. Was Ulu sick.

“It;s blush you Ninny!!”

Blush? Is that an illness? She thought to herself then she remembered that Ulu had called her something. Something that made her warm.

“Zelious?”

She froze again tilting her head. She nodded slowly yes. She knew that one. But how’d Ulu know it?

“You whispered it. When you thought I was sleeping. Your thoughts are loud they kept me awake.”

She wanted to apologize for that.

“Don’t. You’re fine. I’ve just never met someone like you. Zelious”

She tilted her head. Ulu said her name ........ the word is playfully?

Ulu nodded. Her blush fading. No, it came back. Why did it come back so suddenly?

Ulu sighed.

“Do you know what a crush feels like?”

A crush? She knew what it was liked to be crushed. That happened to her hands yesterday. That was why they were bandaged. After so many years you learn how to work with broken hands. 

“Your hands are broken?”

She nodded glancing down at her hands. She counted her fingers. Strange there was one more than the usual nine. 

“No, you cut off your finger. I healed it.”

She looked at the girl...no....Ulu. She looked at Ulu bemused. She could have remembered counting nine fingers today.

“You did count nine but that was after you cut one off. Oh, I’m just going to walk in circles with you!”

Ulu stood and walked to the other side of the room. Her lap felt colder as Ulu left and she felt saddened by her departure. 

Ulu turned to her. Her face was so sad. She wished she could make her face be like.

Ulu shook her head.

“It’s fine or good! Uhg why can’t I drown you out.”

She looked at the floor. She didn’t mean to be a nuance. She was always a nuance to everyone.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry.”

Cry?

Ulu walked back over wiping her face. It was wet for some reason. Her body was being pesky again. 

“Zevlious?”

There was that word that made her feel warm. Why did it make her feel warm?

“Because you know it’s you. You can’t really connect with yourself can you?”

Connect with yourself?

Ulu smiled. She liked her smile it was pretty. The blush returned......and deepened. Ulu laughed and shoved her. It didn’t feel bad and she wanted to laugh with her.

“They why don’t you?”

She looked at Ulu. Her nose scrunched. Thinking wasn’t easy.

“You’re thinking all the time.”

Not she wasn’t.

“That narrating. That’s thinking.”

She looked down. Counted her hands again then back up at Ulu. She then touched her mouth and then head. Would her body stop doing things on its own!

Ulu chuckled again. Why did her face feel so hot all of a sudden.

“That’s what it feels like to blush.”

To blush.....was she crushing now?

Ulu broke into a laugh. She was good. She liked the word good.

“You were embarrassed.”

Embarrassed? But usually she didn’t feel this way when she was embarrassed. Embarrassment meant failing in front of the guards. Failing in front of the guards meant punishment. Like the room they were in. They were in the waiting room waiting for punishment. But it was still light out. There was a few hours till punishment started. Why did they keep Ulu in the waiting room with her? They always separated her out they enjoyed her punishments the most. 

Ulu’s smile faded her face growing taught and grim. She looked away and at the room. Then back to her. She didn’t like Ulu’s face this way it made her feel sad and. She groaned her body acted again. Her arms where wrapped around Ulu now. The gesture felt nice but she was mad that her body had done it without her. 

“They’re planning such horrible things to you tonight. They kept me here cause I can heal you.”

She stayed bent over Ulu still.....embracing? Yes, still embracing her. Why was her body shaking? She pulled away and was shocked to see that tears where flowing down her face. This was crying. Don’t cry. She didn’t like it when Ulu cried. She started noticing she didn’t like a lot of things. 

“You’re sweet Zevlious.”

She didn’t think she was sweet but she ignored that thought and wiped away Ulu’s tears. She didn’t like Ulu crying but she didn’t know how to help.

“Could you sing for me?”

She looked at Ulu confused. She rarely did anything but scream. Singing wasn’t something she really knew. She knew what it was. You used you vocal cords to make pitches that were pleasant. More pleasant than normal talking but she really didn’t do normal talking either. She hummed but Ulu asked for singing. Taking a deep breath she started to hum a small tune her mother had taught her. The lyrics slowly coming back.

♫“Sweet child of mine. Please hear this rhyme and turn your back to reality. Sweet child of mine. Please know this rhyme and turn your back on all you cannot see.  Bless it be bless it be bless it be. Sweet child of mine. Please hear this rhyme. And know that I cannot be with you.  Sweet child of mine. Please hear this rhyme and know I regret abandoning you. Please hear my plea and see clearly that what was meant to be. And know you cannot be hear with me”♫

Her voice felt weird after singing and Ulu felt so squishy. Her breathing was soft as she rested against her. She felt so like with her in her lap. 

She awoke before Ulu did when the guards came. They tried to take Ulu but they found that their arms where missing. Ulu woke and made her put them back. She complied obediently. The guard captain came in. Her sword was at her side with her hair in a the normal buzzed cut.

The guard captain turned to the two and smiled. Ulu frowned she wanted to warn Ulu not to think. She and the guard captain where alike. But she didn’t like the guard captain. The guard captain wasn’t......nice.

“Nice, good? Seems the witch has been teaching you some things.”

Ulu raised her hand. The guard captain smiled grabbing her hand.

“That won’t work on my little missy.”

She didn’t know what happened but she was now under the captain’s foot. The captain was laughing down at her.

“Oh come on snatcher. You know better.”

She didn’t understand what the guard captain meant but she guessed that her body had betrayed her again.

“Very good. Now come on bitch. It’s time for punishment.”

“Don’t talk to her like that!”

Ulu was against the wall. She had a bruise forming on her cheek. Did the guard captain do that? Ulu nodded. She frowned. She didn’t like the bruise. She didn’t like the guard captain. 

“You’ve picked up the meaning of that word quite quickly snatcher. What else has she taught you.”

“I said leave her alone.”

Ulu ran at the guard captain. She knew what the guard captain would do. But Ulu dodged? Now she had the captain in a head lock. How strong was Ulu? The guard captain made some chocking sounds but soon was on top of Ulu. Her dark blue eyes looking down at Ulu’s dull grey ones. The captain was far more powerful that she was but why was she under her hands now. 

The guard captain didn’t look at her with disgust though. The guards did but she never did. She lifted her hands from the guard captain’s neck. She turned and sputtered coughing heavily. Her hands felt heavy but her body betrayed her again and moved forward touching the guard captain’s face. It was warm probably due to lack of oxygen. The guard captain didn’t know what to do with this touch so she slapped it away pushing her off her. She pulled her legs in up to her chest mumbling something. She then heard Ulu scream falling to her knees covering her ears. What was wrong with Ulu? 

After a few seconds Ulu stopped and her body relaxed onto of the floor. The guard captain stood and walked over picking her up. She then walked over to her and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. It was painful but nothing horrible. The guard captain said nothing as she walked them down the halls and she thought. I don’t like the guard captain.

The punishment began slowly and the usual. Lots of talking. As far back as she could think she remembered it hurting at one point but now it was dull like Ulu’s eyes. Next came the pain. They started at first with a whip tonight handled by the guard captain, then the rose and thorn, then the knifes, and finally the fire. Each had their own screams each did their own thing to her body. But she really didn’t mind anymore. She was lost in though as her body seared with pain. Everything became background during punishment but her mind was freer this way. 

“How can you think so easily  when they’re doing this to you?”

She didn’t need to look to know it was Ulu talking to her. The guard captain did this sometimes as well. But she couldn’t remember what the captain would say. It always made her feel far worse compared to a normal punishment session. 

“I’m not surprised that she talks to you. She’s a minder. But you knew that already.”

She’d no but right now her head was being dunked in water. Her body was doing a good job crushing one of the guards arms though. Now back into the water we go. 

She returned back to her mind to answer Ulu’s question. It was easy for her to go into her mind when this happened as it made it easier to ignore the pain. The pain was bearable but sometimes it was nice to think. She didn’t know the name for what the guard captain or what Ulu was. Minder.....it felt strange. 

“Why do you talk like you do?”

She didn’t understand what Ulu meant. She was talking like she was taught.

“That’s not really how most people talk about themselves. You aren’t a she or an it. You’re an individual.”

She wasn’t really anything she was just herself.

“I am just myself.”

What?

“That’s the correct wording. You’re working almost in third person.”

Third wha!?

When thoughts returned she was waking under Ulu’s arms. They’d done something new today and she didn’t like it. Half of her arm was in the process of being put back on while her stomach had a hole. She felt herself screaming but she controlled it to a whimper.

“Oh good you’re awake. Scared you’d die there.”

She wouldn’t mind death. Not existing would be nice.

Ulu looked at her. She was frowning. She turned away ashamed. She wanted to apologize. 

“It’s fine. I’m almost done with your patches.”

She looked at Ulu for a second tilting her head before her she focused on her mouth. Ulu turned and her blush snuck back.

“You’re smiling. It’s...cute.”

Cute?

Ulu looked at her with good eyes. They seemed to move so slowly. Was something wrong with time? Ulu shook her head.

“You’re just tired. Sleep and tomorrow I’ll talk to you.”

She kept her word and met her the next day. She talked to her while she worked though she never said a word as Ulu kept reading her mind. She was present for the punishment that night and for the next few always healing her back up. She liked Ulu and Ulu would always address her by the word that made her warm Zevlious. She liked Ulu. She liked the way she smiled, the way she smelled, how she walked, and how she knew the right words to say. She never knew the right words and the guard captain would always criticize her about it. The guard captain herself didn’t come to the punishments anymore. She’d gotten ill after the first one where Ulu was present. She didn’t know why. 

After a few months Ulu began to talk to her and teach her new words like Love and I and me. She liked these words but using them were hard. Well until one day.

“Zevlious can you think for yourself? I’ve taught you that much haven’t I?”

She looked at her confused trying to remember her lessons. At first ...I? 

Ulu nodded. 

“That’s it.”

I nod. Her...no my thoughts are hard to process. This tonal shift feels strange for he...me. I shake my head this was hard for her. It was hard for Me to understand how to think for her myself. What am I?

Ulu stood facing me her hand running against her no...my face. Oh, I love that. As much as I love h.

Ulu did something strange as she stepped closer to me. Her lips pressed up against mine. They were soft and warm. I felt soft and warm. She liked that. I like that a lot.

#GL #one shot #story #weird perspective #no idea what's #XD #got bored and wrote #mindless writing #Teriwrites