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hrodvitnon · 2 years

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My Biollante!Maddie AU, Part 6

With the plant monster defeated and Madison’s real body secured, the rest of the night passes without much incident. Godzilla crawls ashore on the island’s beach and stretches out like a basking crocodile, taking some time to rest after the fight, while still keeping an eye on the softly-glowing nucleus just in case. Monster X stays closer to the core, doing their best to make sure that it isn’t moved anywhere by the tide, and the Monarch team continue scanning both the detached core and the now-burned-out husk of the giant rose-tree. The plant-monster is thoroughly dead thanks to Godzilla’s atomic breath, with no signs of life remaining within it, but Madison’s life signs are strong and stable, and it seems like she’s starting to drift back to consciousness.

And then, finally, as dawn starts to break over the horizon, the sleeping Titan within the core begins to awaken.

– – –

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of torment, Madison’s pain disappears completely. The stifling cocoon of vines that were wrapped around her go slack and melt away into wisps of shadow, and she drifts silently through what feels like a dark, warm sea, soothing her aches and allowing her weary body to rest.

But then, after a silent, endless moment that could have lasted for a minute or a century, something else changes. The shadows around her begin to brighten, flickers of emerald light piercing through the gloom. She shifts back and forth, feeling suddenly restricted, as if she’s trapped inside a box and its walls are now closing in around her. The claustrophobia quickly becomes overpowering, and she opens her mouth to scream… but what comes out instead is a roar, like a wailing echo of Godzilla’s distinctive cry. Her fear melts into a burning surge of anger, and she flexes her limbs as a rush of power flows through her, like fire in her veins.

Madison Russell is finally waking up, and an atomic furnace now burns within her heart. With a swing of her arms, she tears through the curtain of darkness around her, and it bursts asunder with a brilliant flare of light.

– – –

Monster X had finally dozed off a few hours before dawn, tired out by their underwater struggle and by the past few days that they had spent frantically searching the Gulf of Mexico for any signs of Madison. Now, a soft, rumbling call from Godzilla sparks them back to wakefulness, and their eyes flicker open just as they feel a distinct movement beneath the tough, leathery surface of the core next to them: the sensation of something pushing against the membrane from the inside. Realizing what must be happening, they scramble to their feet and back away from the nucleus, moving to a safe distance just as a precaution. Godzilla doesn’t stand up yet, but he lifts his head and watches the pulsing sphere closely, ready to react defensively if the Titan inside proves to be as aggressive as the larger plant-creature was.

The core’s appearance has changed since it was removed from the giant rose-tree. Its bright crimson light has dimmed to a much darker shade of red, while the figure tucked inside has begun to emit faint, visible pulses of emerald-green bioluminescence, like a halo around the outline of its body. The unborn Titan has been curled up in a fetal position ever since the Monarch team made their first scans, but now it’s slowly beginning to stir, and the flickering green light is growing stronger with each passing minute.

After being hastily roused from their sleep by a combination of their instruments’ readings and a quick radio warning from Monster X, the Monarch team rush to their stations so they can get a view of the proceedings. Monster X stands about a hundred yards back from the core as it begins visibly trembling, rocking back and forth as the creature inside continues to move. The flickering green glow from within the core gets brighter and brighter, overpowering the dim red light. A soft, rumbling call echoes from within the leathery sphere, almost like whale song; Godzilla growls softly in response as he slowly rises to his feet, the ground trembling underfoot.

And then a brilliant flash of emerald light pulses from the nucleus as, with a slick crunching sound, five sharp, curved claws punch through the top of the sphere.

Monster X takes a wary step back as another pulse of green light ripples through the nucleus, and a second set of claws pierce through the leathery membrane beside the first set. The two sets of claws dig in and begin pulling in opposite directions, stretching the membrane of the nucleus until it can go no further. Finally, it gives way entirely, and the sphere splits wide open from top to bottom, releasing a torrent of dark red liquid into the sea.

At the same moment, a dark, towering figure, coated from head to toe in the gelatinous nutrient fluid, emerges from the sphere and shakes off the collapsing membrane as the nucleus slowly deflates. The coating of sticky red liquid makes the details of the creature’s appearance hard to make out, but it’s at least fifty meters tall, about ten meters taller than Monster X. It straightens up for a moment, standing upright on two feet... but then its legs buckle and it collapses ungracefully into the shallow water, disappearing under the surface.

Madison! Monster X’s eyes widen in alarm and they rush forward, wading quickly through the water towards the fallen form of the newborn Titan. Godzilla growls softly, warning them to exercise caution; San heeds his advice and tries to slow them down a bit, but Vivienne’s mind is too occupied by an all-consuming fear for the girl who’s the closest thing she’s ever had to a daughter, and she throws caution to the wind.

Powering forward, Monster X crouches down next to Madison as the dark shape under the water begins to stir. Madison? they speak up in unison, tentatively reaching down into the water with one hand. Are you…

The moment Monster X’s hand makes contact with one of the submerged figure’s arms, a flexible coil of fibrous, sinewy material loops around their wrist, snaps taut like a steel trap, and yanks them down into the water, the end of their question coming out as a startled yelp before they’re plunged beneath the surface. More tendrils lash up at them, whipping around their limbs and tethering them in place. As they struggle to get free, the figure underneath them rears up, letting out an eerie, wailing snarl, and two clawed hands grab ahold of them – one onto their right shoulder, the other onto their left leg – before the newborn Titan hoists them bodily over its head and throws them away, just as the coiling tendrils also release their hold.

Monster X is launched sideways out of the water as if they’ve been shot out of a cannon, and sail uncontrollably through the air for a couple of seconds before they crash down into the ocean again. After several very confusing seconds of tumbling through the water, however, they manage to regain their equilibrium. They twist in the water and get their feet back under them, shaking their head and trying to clear their vision as they surface and propel themselves towards the nearby shore, stumbling out onto the beach. Godzilla isn’t far away, staring towards the area where they were launched out of the water and tensed in preparation for a possible fight, his plates flickering blue in the beginnings of an intimidation display.

As both Titans watch intently and Monster X catches their breath, the dark shape slowly breaks the surface again, swimming in through the shallows and ultimately dragging itself up onto the beach of the same small island, before pushing itself back up to its feet. The seawater has washed away most of the reddish amniotic fluid that had been coating its body, and the observers now have a clear view of Madison Russell’s new appearance.

The Titan that has just emerged from the water is unlike anything that the onlookers, human or otherwise, have ever seen. It – she – still looks vaguely humanoid in terms of her overall physique: she stands upright on two legs, like Monster X, and she has two long, muscular arms that end in five-fingered hands, with similar proportions to the arms and hands of a human. In addition, her facial features are also fairly similar to those of a normal human, with a flatter face and a human-esque nose and mouth, rather than having a crocodilian snout like Godzilla’s species.

That, however, is where the resemblance to a human starts to fade. Her skin is a deep, vibrant shade of green, and has a toughened, leathery texture that seems like it’s halfway between human skin and tree bark, with a scattering of greenish-black scales also visible over some areas. Her posture is slightly hunched, and a long, vaguely crocodilian tail swishes back and forth behind her, very similar to Godzilla’s. Another physical feature that she has clearly inherited from Godzilla’s DNA is the three rows of spiked, bony plates that run down the middle of her back, although the faint patterns of light that flicker through them are green rather than blue. While her facial features are similar to that of a human, her teeth are sharp and pointed, and her eyes are aglow with the same burning orange hue as Godzilla’s. Her fingers end in sharp claws, not in blunt nails, and her feet are more like Godzilla’s than a human’s in shape, although she does have five clawed toes rather than four. In addition, while her physique is still humanoid, she’s lost some of the most obvious anatomical characteristics of a human female: for example, similarly to Monster X, while her chest is still somewhat rounded, she no longer has visible breasts (which does make sense, as she isn’t technically a mammal anymore). Finally, visible gill slits ripple along the sides of her neck, identical to the ones sported by Godzilla’s species, suggesting that like him, she can breathe comfortably in both air and water.

Meanwhile, the most obvious details that can be traced back to the plant-derived portion of this hybrid Titan’s heritage – aside from her hardened, bark-like skin and her green coloration, of course – are the extra appendages that she now possesses. In place of human hair, a mess of dark-green vines sprout from her head and hang down past her shoulders, covered in leaves and adorned with dozens of crimson rose blossoms. More impressive, however, are the dozen or so vine-tentacles (nearly identical to the ones used by the giant rose-tree, although these ones are smaller and more proportionate to her size) that grow in a semicircle around her waist. When they're coiled up and at rest, they hang down about as far as her ankles, in a pattern that almost makes them look like a grass skirt, but they’re clearly capable of lifting up and stretching out to an impressive distance, making them a highly useful set of extra limbs. Just like the rose-tree’s tentacles, these ones end in egg-shaped pods that split open to reveal mouths filled with sharp, pointed teeth, although these ones are quiet for the moment.

At first, Madison doesn’t seem to know where she is. Swaying unsteadily on her feet, she looks around at her surroundings with a glazed look in her glowing orange eyes, but she clearly doesn’t understand what she’s looking at yet, as her gaze sweeps over Godzilla and Monster X without really seeming to recognize them. Clearly, she’s still extremely confused, which is understandable considering everything that’s happened to her over the past few days. Her legs almost buckle again, but this time she just sinks to her hands and knees instead of collapsing, before looking up and focusing on the sunrise in the eastern sky as clarity slowly starts to filter back into her eyes.

Once they realize this, Monster X glances up to Godzilla and raises one arm to get his attention. Wait here, please, they murmur quietly, nodding in Madison’s direction. Let us talk to her first. She’s confused right now, but she knows us, so we should be able to get through to her. We just have to be gentle about it.

Godzilla considers for a moment, and then nods. As you wish, he rumbles, settling back to the ground but keeping a careful eye on the new hybrid Titan. But be cautios. I remember how volatile you two were sometimes when you were first starting out; if she is anything like you, she could be dangerous. There is a faint note of amusement in that last remark, as he’s clearly remembering Monster X’s aggressive tenacity during their first sparring sessions.

Monster X chuckles softly and returns the nod, before turning and starting down the beach towards Madison. The younger hybrid is still crouching on the soft sand, gazing fixedly in the direction of the sunrise, but she seems to be recovering more with each passing minute, her body relaxing and her breath coming more easily. Her vine-tentacles are coiled reassuringly around her torso, a chorus of soft humming noises echoing from their mouths as if they’re trying to help her calm down. There’s no way to know whether they have any independent thoughts or not, but the posture gives the impression that Madison is hugging herself.

Not wanting to scare her and provoke her into lashing out again, as they had in the water, Monster X stops beyond arm’s length, hopefully staying far enough away that the tentacles can’t grab them again if Madison lashes out a second time. Maddie? Vivienne’s voice calls out, as soft and soothing as possible. Can you hear me?

For a long moment, there’s no reply. But eventually, the green-skinned hybrid’s head turns slowly towards them, and Monster X inhales sharply as those burning orange eyes meet their questioning gaze. The younger Titan’s eyes are still a little hazy at first, but then they finally come fully into focus, and widen as they take in the sight of Monster X. The hybrid’s lips tremble, and a soft, tentative voice filters through the Titans’ usual means of communication. Vivienne and San feel a pang lance through their shared heart as they hear that achingly-familiar voice, the only thing about Madison now that is still completely unchanged.

…Aunt Viv?

– – –

(I was going to include Madison’s POV on her new appearance in this section too, but it felt like this section was getting too long, so I’m saving that for the next part.

Also, just for clarification, regarding Madison’s new form: I’m giving BioMaddie an evolution chain that kinda-sorta parallels Vivienne’s evolution into Abraxas, having her grow through a couple of different forms as she continues to evolve over time. So, while BioMaddie’s initial body-horror form and the larger plant-body were her equivalent of Monster X’s first, super-messed-up form, this loosely-humanoid state is the equivalent of Viv’n’San’s second, two-headed form. Which means that yes, BioMaddie will transform again eventually, into a third form that will be my version of Biollante’s giant “Plant Beast” form from the classic movie. When & how that’s going to happen, however, remains to be seen…)

Fascinating! It's a different take on Biollante's forms, this new and more humanoid version being a nice go-between; plus the parallels between BioMaddie and Monster X having a good foundation to help her come to terms with such a drastic and scary change.

#shadowblade217 #biollante!maddie #abraxasverse

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 82

Jump the Shark

"Jump the Shark"

Plot Description: A 19 year old boy named Adam calls Sam and Dean looking for John Winchester; the boy claims to be his son.

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: If there's one thing I've learned in nearly four full seasons, don't fuck a Winchester. You're gonna die. So, I think I'm good.

This week's run of episodes has been buck wild. I mean, we got backstory, pure angst, astral projection, one of the BEST and most DRAMA FILLED episodes I've seen, alternate universe, meeting god, and now secret family member. I feel like I'm just WATCHING ao3. There's one thing missing (this being Supernatural and all), but I'M not missing it.

Oh they got the back window of the impala fixed. Dean's having the ROUGHEST of mornings. He didn't look this rough CRAWLING OUT OF THE GRAVE.

I LOVE how skeptical Dean is. You really can't be too careful. At the same time, everything being presented as evidence that Adam is telling the truth, and Dean's just dismissing it as coincidence...you've never done that before, babe. The daddy issues are so fucking strong in this one. I should know, I specialize in characters with daddy issues

NO I'M NOT FUCKING CRYING. I'm not crying because Adam got the dad who took him to BASEBALL GAMES. They might not have been close while Adam was growing up, but the moment John knew about Adam's existence, he dropped EVERYTHING (*cough his other sons but really mostly Dean because Sam was in college doing his own thing cough*) to go meet him. It might not have been the perfect parent-child relationship and it was probably still fairly distant, but it's a hell of a lot more than Dean got. (Did Horikoshi watch Supernatural before writing MHA? Did he see this and go "I could do a family drama like this") John made it to Adam's birthdays but Dean had to steal Christmas presents so Sam would have something to open...I'M GONNA FUCKING SCREAM AND THEN BEAT JOHN WITH A BAT IN HELL. ALISTAIR WON'T HAVE TIME TO TORTURE ME, I'D HOP OFF THAT RACK TO KICK THE SHIT OUT OF JOHN WINCHESTER IM-FUCKING-MEDIATELY.

God, Dean, petty is a good look on you, I swear. Adam's just finding out that a whole lot of movie and mythological monsters and creatures are real, and your only comment is that Godzilla is just a movie.

GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, sorry, I'm having so many big feelings about Dean today. He's so furious at John. He's so disgusted that Adam had the relationship with John that Dean had for a short time, til he was four, and it was ripped away from him. That was the relationship HE wanted, that HE deserved to have, and he did EVERYTHING TO HOPEFULLY MAKE HIS DAD PROUD OF HIM, followed in EVERY SINGLE FOOT STEP. BUT JOHN NEVER WAS. JOHN ONLY EVER SAW DEAN'S MISTAKES. IT'S HOW DEAN KNEW AZAZEL WAS POSSESSING JOHN BECAUSE HE FORGAVE DEAN'S MISTAKE AND DIDN'T MAKE IT A BIG DEAL. BUT DEAN'S STILL DOING IT by protecting Adam. By saying "Dad didn't want our lives for Adam, and I'm going to keep it that way." Aren't you tired of being nice, Dean? Don't you just wanna go apeshit?

(It's going to take me so long to get through this episode if I keep stopping to make Dean/Touya parallels.)

What the fuck is this monster??

Oh, Sammy, you're more like your old man than you want to admit. You find out you have a little brother and it's IMMEDIATELY "let's train him to be a hunter, he needs to be ready for anything that might come after him." You would hardly believe this is the same Sam who wanted to walk away from this life, who did for a while and went to college and law school, who resented John for making their lives like this.

Oh, but at the same time...at the same time he thinks he's just being like Dean was for him. Doing what he can to look out for him, offering praise when he does something well...his insistence that Adam join in is very John but his approach to teaching Adam is all Dean

Sam. No. John did not do right by you boys. I can't believe you're saying this...Ugggghhhhhh, Sam wants to drag Adam down into the hell that is their lives because his chance at that got ruined. But Dean wants to give Adam the chance that got taken from Sam.

Y'all are both jealous of him...stop lying to yourselves.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. WHAT??? HOW LONG HAS ADAM NOT BEEN ADAM??? Oh...it was the whole time...cool.

So, what term DO you prefer, ma'am?

Did...did ya get that out of your system for another couple seasons, Dean? First Baby took a beating after John died, now you beat in the head of the ghoul who pretended to be the little brother you didn't know you had...What's to come near the end of season six? (Aside from my favorite Cas-centric episode)

THAT'S WHAT I SAID, DEAN!!!!! "you know why you and dad butted heads so much? you're practically the same person" and "you're more like him than I'll ever be" (derogatory)

"Been On My Mind...": No. 8...???

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023 #we're having todosibs feelings about the winchesters in a BIG way today #john winchester is a F.I.L.T.H.

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trustdrum · 2 years

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Polybius rom snes

#POLYBIUS ROM SNES TRIAL#

"The world mourns, as on days like these we are all Brits." Read the original story (opens in new tab) Fallout 3 predicts the future Of course, whether or not the game will channel the spirits of your deceased loved ones remains to be seen. More than just a ROM hack, NES Godzilla Creepypasta is a complete rebuild of the original game that incorporates the same plot points and imagery of the original story. A massive screen shot gallery corroborates his claims, showing off the game's corrupt, pixelated horror.īut this is just some flight of fancy, right pure fiction? Not anymore thanks to developer Iuri Nery (opens in new tab), who is working on turning this internet horror story into a reality. In this twisted version of the game, enemies take on strange new appearances, bizarre personality questions are posed to the player, and gradually the author becomes convinced the game is speaking directly to him. This epic is easily the longest entry on this list - a sprawling, eight-chapter sojurne into one man's seemingly possessed copy of Godzilla for the NES. "In their place was a single bit of text in the middle of the screen that said "RUN." Read the original story (opens in new tab) The haunted NES Godzilla game is more real than you realize Replay this cult classic with an eye for the abnormal and you might be surprised. But the best evidence of an alternate Evermore comes from a single screenshot (opens in new tab) with the dialogue box, "How can you live with what you've done? Those poor children." This line doesn't appear in the final game, and there's no context for what it could be referencing. Supposedly, the game had a much darker story and tone, remnants of which can still be found in the final game - most notably in the foreboding opening title crawl (opens in new tab). But was this always the case? Games can change a lot during development and - according to one source - Evermore changed drastically before its final release. Such is the backdrop of Secret of Evermore, a 1995 role-playing game for the SNES that married JRPG action with a distinctly American sense of humor. When your game stars a Marty McFly lookalike, a transforming dog, and is filled with cheesy B-movie references, it's hard to take things too seriously. "How can you live with what you've done? Those poor children." Read the original story (opens in new tab) Secret of Evermore originally had a much darker tone But when he traveled to that point - located in northern California - Pale Luna's sinister intentions were revealed.

#POLYBIUS ROM SNES TRIAL#

Your only companion is Pale Luna, whose message repeats "PALE LUNA SMILES WIDE." After a great deal of trial and error one player managed to solve this maze, and received a set of longitude and latitude coordinates for his trouble. If this was your typical adventure game you'd probably have to escape the room using an esoteric combination of gold and shovels, but Pale Luna is hardly typical.Īttempting to use the shovel results in "Not now" while using the rope gives you an ominous "You've already used that." Gradually, players head east into the woods, where they endlessly cycle between the four cardinal directions. Moonlight shines through the window." There's some gold, a shovel, and some rope nearby, along with a door to the east. Your quest begins innocently enough: "You are in a dark room. Pale Luna is an enigmatic, text-based adventure game in the vein of Zork and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

#Polybius rom snes

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ruubesz-draws · 3 years

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*DO NOT REPOST MY ART*

Godzilla memes again! And more crawling Godzilla!!

For the first one, Godzilla walking, then crawling and finally diving into the ocean kinda reminded me of evolution... but of course backwards.

And no Goji, that is NOT how you’re supposed to talk to your short Kaiju friends...

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dokifluffs · 3 years

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Sleepy Time With His Babies | Iwaizumi, Sakusa

Pairings: Iwaizumi X Reader (female), Sakusa X Reader (female)

Genre: domestic fluffy sleepiness

Author’s Note: Another one

Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Atsumu, Osamu // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kita, Kuroo // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Ennoshita, Akaashi // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kenma, Bokuto

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Iwaizumi:

He was physically crushing you

Did you care? Not at all

This was Hajime, a soon to be athletic trainer, someone who seemed intimidating with his muscles and overall beefiness

But here he was

Here was your hajime that melted anytime you called him cute or any other cutesy, mushy gushy nickname

He was a puddle in your arms and he didn’t care what he looked like - as long as no one else besides you or the dog saw

Even your guys’ dog was the same as him — an intimidating Rottweiler, muscular, growl so low that would make those that didn’t sit right with him, scurry far far away

His name was Zilla, short for Godzilla named by Hajime yet he was such a puppy whenever you were around, his tail wagging like crazy as he nuzzled his snout against your legs, whining whenever you went away for even just a few minutes, waiting by the door until you returned home from wherever

Yep, they were two peas in a pod

And as Hajime laid on you, Zilla laid beside you on the bedroom floor, the two of them fast asleep

Your legs tangled beneath the sheets on the gloomy day outside as rain trickled down from the clouds, tapping the windows and rooftops all throughout the city

You brushed your fingers through his hair, slowly scratching the base of his scalp as he snored lightly into your shoulder, his cheek squished against you, making his lips all pouty

No matter what angle you saw him in whenever he slept on you, you could never bring yourself to make the smile on your face falter

For someone who looked so beefy, you never knew they could look so soft at the same time yet here he was

Whenever you moved just the slightest bit, readjusting the blankets or pillows, he woke just the slightest, lifting his head off of you until you were ready and patted his head down against your body again

You held him closer, squishing him into your arms even if it didn’t feel like much to him

a slight, sleepy smile spread on his lips, his face showing he was in true bliss while he slept on you

Domestic:

The fire crackled in the fireplace behind the iron gate while you sat on the couch on the ground beside the coffee table and Zilla at your feet, fast asleep while your fingers rapidly typing away at your laptop, finding the recipe you needed so you could make some agedashi tofu, a favorite of Hajime’s

Your little girl crawled about around the couches, staring out the windows seeing the tufts of snowflakes fall onto the snow covered ground, already a couple inches high

She was so small yet she saw so much of the world, it felt like she could fit the world and the universe in those eyes

You made sure to keep her away from the fireplace, not letting her get too close, steering her away, giving her one of her favorite toys, or to even hold her in your lap while you watched numerous videos of others making the tofu

though after about an hour or so, as the snowflakes only got bigger, she no longer had any interest for the things floating silently to the ground as she crawled down the hall, the baby gates keeping her from falling down the stairs or bumping into the taller dining room table

“D/N?” you looked up, finding your little girl’s legs disappearing into the room where Hajime slept soundly, his snores kind of echoing louder into the hall now that the door was cracked wider

she let out such a pure sounding giggle as her wide eyes fell upon her sleeping father as he laid flat on the futon fast asleep

she crawled faster, her little hands making little thumping noises against the plush covers he slept under as she crawled and climbed onto his sleeping body

until she finally did it

she had successfully made her way to the top of his chest, laid right on him, a smile of wonder spreading over her chubby cheeks as she slowly rose and fell as Hajime breathed

Hajime was still undisturbed as he slept, catching up on the hours of sleep he had missed, practically unbothered by the slightly extra weight added onto him by his little girl

that was until she made her way toward her sleepy father, reaching her little hand to his chin, doing her best to grab him, though it would be quite some time before she could properly hold his face

she continuously patted his chin until he woke

it took a moment as his eyed adjusted to the sight of his baby girl, a chuckle escaping his chest as he smiled, his eyes drawing into lines

“Hi, mochi,” his voice raspy from sleep as she cooed, her smile contagious, cheeks so chubby, Hajime just wanted to bite them

like mochi

she adorable tilted her head side to side, shying away from the loving eyes of her papa as he tickled her, poking her puffy cheeks with his finger, getting her to easily fill the room with her giggles every time he did it

“Wanna sleep with papa?” he hummed as he sleepily looked to her, a yawn escaping him as he reached his head up to peck a kiss to her face before he turned to his side, laying his little girl beside him, beneath the warm covers of his futon

“nap time, moch,” he chuckled to himself as the two of them stared at each other before he gently blew a raspberry into her cheek

her cheeks were just too irresistible to him

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Sakusa:

His footsteps sounded through the bathroom as you stood, brushing your teeth, your hair still damp from your shower, the mirrors steamy

Kiyoomi stood behind you, his figure towering through the foggy mirror

His movements faltered before he gave in, snaking his hands from behind you, around you, letting his chest melt to your back

“You smell good,” he said but subtly sounded bubbly as he buried his face into your shoulder, bending his back to a “C” shape so he could match your height

You only smiled through the mirror as he began to sway side to side slowly while you brushed your teeth, finishing

“I did just shower, Omi,” you smiled up to your curly haired husband

The two of you paused in place as you looked up to him, adoring his features as he did the same to you, something neither of you could never get over - the fact that you two had each other

“Mmhm,” he cuddled himself even closer like a kitten when you were fresh out the shower

Your skin and body was so warm, so fresh and clean and he could hold you without letting any of his fears interfering

He stood beside you, just standing awkwardly with you in the bathroom before he followed you out to the bedroom

The two of you got into bed but before you could really settle, you were suddenly pulled into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you, his body curving to match against yours

“Aren’t you cuddly tonight,” you murmured as you turned your head back to the best of your abilities turning so you could face him

“I’m tired,” he matched your volume in the darkness

“Sleepsies,” you brushed your fingers through his hair, getting a relaxing sigh from him as he hummed in agreement

“Sleepsies,” his voice barely audible

“Goodnight,” you smiled into his chest

He held you close to him, a scenario your high school self could have imagined with the Sakusa Kiyoomi

Omg was always distant, known to be quite handsome yet no one ever had a chance with him

So many others thought he would never be with him, that no one would be good enough for him but he was a great volleyball player

And now you were a Sakusa too

Domestic:

The sun kept him warm as he laid beneath the open blinded windows as the summer rays cast down into the living room, right onto Omi as he laid on his back, his arm draped over his eyes now that he got to relax

The house had been cleaned through his monthly sanitization day

The past few days were making his skin itch but now - it was all okay

Birds chirped in the neighborhood, outside in the distance, it was a beautiful day

The house was oddly silent as he laid on the couch, his chest slowly rising and falling

But before he could fall asleep, let his energy recharge, just before he drifted off, the smallest sounding steps approached the couch and then stopped right beside him

Omi slowly lifted his arm, turning his head to take a peek at what could be happening but he had an inkling of who it could be

And he was right

He saw his little girl, her teddy in hand as she stood beside the couch, her chin just able to reach the couch cushion

Her beady eyes looked up to him, cheeks round, her lips almost in a pout as she stood looking up to him to the best that she could, the sun shining into her eyes

“What is it, pum?” He lifted his hand, blocking the sun from hurting her eyes

His little girl was observant, kept to herself, speaking up when asked or when she didn’t like something or if something didn’t go her way

She was just like him

She blinked looking up to him before she raised her arms, her teddy in her hand waiting patently to be lifted

“You wanna nap with me?” a smile cracked onto his lips

and all she did was nod

“Mmhm,” he complied as he sat himself up, scooping his little girl, pushing out a yawn as he laid back down as D/N made herself comfortable on top of him before cuddling close into his side in between him and the couch

she hugged her teddy close in her arms while Sakusa laid sort of on his side, turned toward her at a slight angle

from the perspective of anyone else if they entered the living room, they would only see Kiyoomi’s back, and only stepping closer would they see his little girl cuddled close, the two of them fast asleep together in the summer sun as it shined in through the window

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GVK SPOILER WARNING

This is my review post, do not read below the cut if you have not seen Godzilla vs Kong or do not want to see spoilers!!!! you have been warned!!!!

OKOKOKOKOKOKK OKAY. Im not a movie critic dont roast my review skills yadda yadda this is just me screaming about what i liked ok lets gooo No Mothra. Lets get it outta the way. My heart is shattered and i will never recover...... (jk but still, be prepared for a disgusting amount of Mosugoji art to make up for it lmao)

And yes the humans were boring and useless except for Jia, would die for her, 10/10 angel. Goji is straight up scary in this and i fucking loved it, homeboy was a bit aggro towards human structures compared to earlier movies but still, my boy was so goddamn vicious!!! I cannot believe Goji is so much of a shit-talker that he burned a hole into the center of the earth just to say ‘buenos dias, monkey-boy’ I stan. Honestly I know im a Goji simp through and through but I really enjoyed Kong in this, he’s a big sweet boy and seeing him in pain made me very sad UnU The Hollow Earth stuff was honestly so neat, and the visuals were gorgeous. I really liked the cinematography and colours in the movie overall, twas hella nice!!!

The Best Part Of This Entire Movie: CRAWLING GOJI????????? BIG DEMON GATOR MAN????? HES SUCH A CREEP LMAO?? I LOVE IT SO MUCH?????? MechaG was hella intimidating, but Kevin’s Revenge is so funny to me lmao. Especially considering everyone is always like ‘UWU Kevin is the sweet soft boy’ and he just bullies the absolute shit out of Goji LOL. Watching Goji get ragdolled was so stressful though jesus, like when those tail blades started spinning i was SWEATING i got hardcore Tokyo SOS flashbacks I was very afraid Not to say I told ya so but.... He’s Godzilla for a reason, sorry Team Kong <3 Y’all still got that badass MechaG kill, rejoice So yea TLDR: Big Monster Fights, Me Love OwO

#godzilla vs king kong #godzilla vs kong spoilers #gvk spoilers #kai talks

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God Damn Smile | Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: Fluff :)

Time/Era: Modern AU

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Edmund reconnects with his childhood best friend, and it makes old, forgotten feelings resurface.

Request: Hey! Can you write an Edmund x reader based on “A Typical Teenage Love Song” by Tate McRae? It’s fine if you can’t. Tsym in advance!

A/N: This song is so cute :D Ahhh, I love this imagine!!! I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! Thanks for the request :)

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“No! Don’t step on him!” Five year old Y/N L/N yelled at her friend, Edmund Pevensie. He had his foot raised above a small garden snail, right in the middle of a game of Godzilla. The pair were currently in Y/N’s back garden, playing amongst all the plants. Both children were dressed in brightly colored rain boots and their play clothes to enjoy the rainy weather.

“It’s just a snail,” Edmund responded, lowering his leg to the ground. Instead of squishing the garden creature, he kneeled down to the ground for a better look. It wasn’t anything special, just a normal garden snail, but it seemed to be rather important to his playmate.

“He is not just a snail! He is my friend.”

“If he’s your friend, what’s his name then?” Edmund let the small snail crawl up onto his finger before standing upright.

“Snaily,” Y/N responded, putting her hand out and throwing the teddy bear in her arms to the ground. Edmund placed Snaily on her palm and smiled a toothy smile. This made Y/N grin, putting her hand at eye level. “Thank you for not squashing him.”

“He’s my friend now, too. You don’t squash friends.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, “You don’t squash friends.”

“Do you remember being a baby?” Edmund asked Y/N. They were now eight and sitting on the Pevensie family swing set, avoiding the youngest Pevensie child, Lucy. Y/N adored Lucy, she thought the girl was adorable, but Edmund insisted the two have “big kid things” to attend to.

The swing set was old and rickety, as it had been in their family since Edmund’s older brother, Peter was a toddler. The colors were faded, the slide had a large crack in it and Edmund had written his and Y/N’s initials on one of the support beams. “No, am I supposed to?” Y/N answered. She had been last to reach the swings, so she was stuck with the squeaky one. Her face cringed each time the chains made a noise, despite her attempts to stay as still as possible. Y/N brought her hands to the teddy bear on her lap, covering its ears. Having been in the sun all afternoon, the swing was hot on her legs and it stuck uncomfortably to the skin on her thighs.

“I don’t think so. My parents were looking at our baby books this morning so I was wondering,”

“My mom has a picture of us when we were three hanging in our living room,” Y/N’s nose wrinkled and she kicked up a small patch of dirt. “We’ve been friends since we were babies. I don’t remember meeting you, though. You were just, there.”

Edmund laughed, standing so he could lean his stomach against the seat of the swing. He swung on his stomach once before situating back onto his feet. “Our fathers are friends which means we’re friends. That’s just the way the world works.”

“Friends forever, even if one of us moves far far far far away?”

“Friends forever, Y/N.”

“Do you have to go?” Ten-year-old Edmund stood outside of Y/N’s house, holding a box of barbies. Mr. L/N took the box from Ed’s hand and put it in the trunk of his car.

“It should only be for a few years at most, Ed. I’m getting relocated for work,” Mr. L/N responded, messing the young boy’s hair up with one hand. “We’ll be back. I gave your Dad our new address and you can write to Y/N to your heart’s content.”

When Y/N joined them at the car, backpack slung across her shoulder and her favorite teddybear hugged between her arms, tears were rolling down her face.

“I don’t want to go, please don’t make me!” She cried, holding to her teddy to her chest. Her face was scarlet and her mouth was etched into a frown.

“You can stay with us!” Edmund offered, his own tears starting to roll down his face. Y/N was more than just his playmate, she was his best friend. They had spent the last seven years of their life seeing eachother almost daily, and now all of that was going to come to a sudden halt.

“That’s sweet of you, buddy, but I think her mother and I would miss her too much,” Mr. L/N smiled down at the two before walking to the front of the car where his wife was talking to Helen Pevensie.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” Edmund sniffled. “I’m going to miss you. I have no one to play on the swings with!”

“You can play with Lucy.” Edmund made a face at this suggestion, making Y/N sadly giggle. “Or Peter.”

“No, Lucy cries too much and Peter always kicks sand in my eyes.”

A thoughtful look came over Y/N’s face and she looked down at the plush in her arms. After a small moment of what looked like intense thought, she held her teddy out towards Edmund.

“Here, Ed, now you can have a friend!” Edmund hesitantly took the bear from Y/N’s hands and looked down at it. It was obvious Y/N really loved that thing because it was a bit raggedy and one of the brown button eyes was replaced with a bright green one. “Teddy likes it better here, anyway. You can take care of him.”

Y/N awkwardly gripped her upper arm with her hand, swaying on her heels. Edmund hugged it to him and nodded stiffly. “He’s in good hands. I will protect him with my life.”

Both kids laughed and embraced before Y/N was whisked into the car.

Dear Y/N,

Happy 12th birthday! I’m sad I couldn’t be there for it, but I hope your cake was yummy. The picture my mum showed me looked absolutely delicious. She also said you took up archery at your new school! My school doesn’t offer that, so I thought that was cool. Did you shoot anything? I know you are too nice to shoot any animals but I never know with you. ;) I hung out with this girl in my English class the other day, she reminded me of you. She had long brown hair and blue eyes and a laugh that sounds like yours. She wasn’t as fun as you, though. I think she wants me to be her boyfriend. I’m not sure if I want to be her boyfriend. She kept trying to hold my hand. Her hand was sweaty. And she kept saying I have a cute smile. I don’t know how a smile can be cute? Teeth are weird. Peter said that was her way of trying to flirt with me. Do you flirt with boys at your school? What do you say?

Maybe we can play Minecraft together again soon. Last time we played I had a great time. Have your mom text mine and we can try to schedule something. I want a phone, it would be easier to talk to you.

I attached a picture of me and Teddy at the park. He misses you almost as much as I do.

I’ll be waiting for your response,

Ed,

Thank you for the birthday wishes. :D The cake was delicious, I wish you could have tried it!!! And to answer your question, yes, but I’ve only ever shot targets. It’s against school rules to shoot anything other than them. Sort of a bummer, though.

Your not-girlfriend sounds nice. I agree with her, your smile is very nice. You always look so happy when you smile, especially when your eyes light up.

I don’t really flirt with boys, boys are kinda gross. Not you of course, but the guys at my school. There is this one guy named Ethan who is kinda cute. He wouldn’t want to be my boyfriend though. My friend always talks about kissing him. I want to kiss someone...have you ever kissed a girl?

My mum said I can get a phone when I turn 14. Then, we can text and call whenever we want! I miss you. How’s teddy? He looks so happy in that picture. I hung it on my bulletin board.

Respond quicker this time, will ya?

Y/N

EDMUND!!!

I’M HAVING A CRISIS AT THE RIPE OLD AGE OF 13! Remember that boy, Ethan? Well, apparently he has a big crush on me. That’s fine, he’s cute and everything, but my friend has a big crush on him. I guess it’s like friendship code to not date him? I feel bad rejecting him. I kinda have a crush on someone already. I know he doesn’t like me though.

Are you still dating that one girl? In your last letter, you said you were gonna break up with her. How’d that go? Did she cry? Did you cry? I hope you didn’t. I don’t like it when you cry. It makes me sad.

Can you believe we’re teenagers now? It seems like just yesterday I was handing you Teddy and crying in the car for an hour. I hope we come back soon. But hey! I’m almost 14, which means I’ll be getting a cell phone. Maybe if I have a phone my mum can convince yours to get you one.

I miss you, Ed. I hope to be back soon.

Y/N.

Y/N!!!!

I’m not sure if that really counts as a crisis, but okay. If you don’t like him, don’t date him. That’s why I broke up with mine. I discovered I kind of like someone else, so I broke up with her. And no, I didn’t cry. If felt like a relief more than anything. Let me know how the “crisis” turns out.

I can’t wait until I get a phone. My entire grade has one, and so do Susan and Peter. I feel kind of left out, having to write letters when I want to talk to someone. It’s always fun when I get them, though.

If I have to hear Stitches by Shawn Mendes one more time, my head is going to explode!!!! Susan keeps playing it on repeat. I tried to turn it off earlier and she almost broke my arm. Why are siblings so mean? Or are mine just weird? You’re lucky you’re an only child. I miss you too, Y/N. If you were here life would be so much easier.

Edmund

“Edmund, you got a letter,” Lucy says, dropping the envelope on his desk. He was working on college applications, typing away on his laptop, and looking grumpy. Music blasted through his speakers as he worked.

“I didn’t order anything?” He grunted in response, not taking his eyes off of the screen.

“It’s from the girl you’re basically in love with, I think. It has her name on it.” Edmund looked at the envelope with scrunched eyebrows. Sure enough, it had her name and address written on the front in her familiar handwriting. His heart rate sped up while he gently (and shakily) broke the paper seal. Why didn’t she just text him?

Hey, Edmund,

I know we haven’t talked since we were like 15 and I could have just texted you, but this seemed more nostalgic and romantic in a way. You know how I tend to romanticize everything.

Anyway, I wanted to let you know we’re moving back for Senior year, crazily enough. A few years my ass, huh? We’ll be back on the 14th, so get ready for chaos.

Seriously, I’m looking forward to seeing you outside of Instagram again. You don’t have to come see me if you don’t want to, I know it might be a bit awkward, but I’d really like it if you did. My address is 1014 Swanwhite Lane. Come stop by if you feel like it.

I do miss you. Judging by your social media, you’re doing well. I’m happy to hear that.

Hopefully, I’ll see you soon.

Y/N

“Oh my god, she’s coming back,” Edmund says, gripping the thin paper in between his thumb and middle finger. “What’s the date?”

Lucy pulled her phone out of her pocket and unlocked it, “The 28th. Why?”

“She got back the 14th! She’s been back for ages and I had no idea, oh my god!”

“Well, are you going to go see her? You lost your chance to sweep her off her feet by waiting for her to arrive.”

“Sweep her off her feet?” Lucy rolled her eyes and hit him with the rest of the family’s mail.

“Don’t play stupid. I’ve heard you and Peter talking.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His eyes skimmed the letter again. Lucy snatched it from his fingers and hit him with it.

“Don’t know what I’m talking about? Really, Ed? The whole ‘I’ve been in love with her since I was 8 years old’ thing you told Pete? You don’t recall? Or the fact you have her post notifications on?” Lucy read the letter herself. “She wants to see you! Come on, this is your chance. You haven’t even looked at a girl since you were like 13.”

“I’ve been focusing on school. What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s a Friday night in the middle of August and you’re getting a head start on college applications. Ed, go see the girl.”

“Mum will never let me,” Lucy held up one finger and left the room. After about 5 minutes, she returned and held his coat out to him.

“She said to go have fun. Here, it might be chilly.” Edmund sighed and took his jacket. The corduroy felt soft under his fingers as he slid it on.

“You don’t have to be so pushy, Lu.”

Lucy smiled, “It’s only because I love you. Besides, if I didn’t push you, you wouldn’t go.”

Edmund sat on the curb across the street and looked up at Y/N’s house. It was well past 11 at this point and only one light in the house was on. Hopefully, it was Y/N’s.

He awkwardly thumbed through his contacts before pulling up Y/N’s. The last text was on his birthday, a simple two message conversation consisting of “Happy Birthday!” and “Thanks!”

Look outside

He watched nervously as his message went from delivered to read, but no typing bubble popped up. Edmund sighed and stood, shoving his phone into his jacket pocket and walking towards the house. Sure enough, the front door opened and a grown-up Y/N stepped out. She was still dressed, but her shoes were off and her hair was tied back. Edmund smiled at her mismatched socks, old habits die hard apparently.

“I thought you were never going to come and see me,” Her voice was like honey.

“I just got the letter today, so blame the postal service. Not me.” The two walked to the curb and sat down.

“Well, I’m glad you still came. I was expecting you to wimp out.”

“Wimp out?! Why would I do that?”

Y/N let out a forced chuckle and looked at the pavement. “Because you stopped answering my texts and calls.” She crossed her arms across her body and shivered. She was only wearing a short-sleeve shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. “But I get it, life gets in the way sometimes.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Are you cold?” Without waiting for an answer, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it across Y/N’s shoulders. It smelled like spearmint gum and pine.

Y/N let out a real chuckle this time. “Smooth, Ed. Very cheesy.”

“I will happily take it back.”

“Please don’t, this is the closest I’ve been to you in years.” Her fingers gripped the material and closed it around her torso. She scooted closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. Edmund didn’t quite know what to do. “I missed you, Edmund. It’s so nice to see you again.”

“I missed you too. Your return is a few years late.” His chest vibrated with a snicker.

“I know, but I’m back now.” A moment of silence filled the air as the two tried to grow more comfortable in the familiar company.

“I used to dream about sitting with you like this, you know,” Edmund said before he could stop himself.

“You did?”

“Yeah, I used to picture us in all sorts of situations, but most of them were small things like this.”

“But not anymore?”

Edmund sighed, laying his head on top of hers. His hair tickled Y/N’s forehead. “I figured you moved on from me.”

“Moved on? What do you mean?”

“I mean, you have so many friends and a new life… and we stopped texting as often. I don’t know, I thought you, maybe, outgrew me.”

Y/N played with the zipper on Edmund’s jacket, making a small clicking noise fill the air. “I never outgrew you, Ed. In fact, a day didn’t go by that I didn’t wish I was here with you.”

“I don’t see why. You had so many friends and such an exciting life. I’m rather dull in comparison.”

“You’re definitely not dull. And it doesn’t matter how many friends it seems like I have, you’re the only one I consider a best friend. I should have reached out more, maybe I could have had a better year.”

Edmund shifted so he could wrap an arm around her waist. “Did you have a bad year?”

“Yeah, that’s sort of why we came back. But, I mean, I’m here with you, so everything has a bright side.”

Edmund grinned and tightened his grip. “That’s one of the things I love most about you. You can always see the positives in everything.” Y/N pulled back and looked at his face.

“I love it when you smile,” Y/N commented. “I could spend hours staring at that god damn smile.” Edmund’s cheeks reddened and his smile grew bigger.

“Why don’t you, then? Stay with me for hours, I mean.”

“I will if you let me, Pevensie.”

Edmund sniffed once.

“Did you ever end up dating that guy from your Chemistry class?” Edmund asks, studying the side of her face. His eyes scanned over her skin, admiring how soft it looked.

“No, I’ve been in love with someone else for quite some time.”

“What a lucky guy, then.” Edmund’s voice was only a bit louder than a mumble as he turned his head away from her.

“Yeah, I guess he is. I’ve known him since I was really young.”

“How’d you meet him?” Every word felt like a dagger into his stomach.

“I don’t remember, he was always just there. Our dads were friends so we were friends. That’s just how the world works.” Edmund took his hand off of Y/N and placed it in his lap.

“Oh, I see.”

“Yeah, he’s super cute. He’s really smart, too, but kinda oblivious.”

“Wow, he sounds great, Y/N. I’m so happy for you.” Each word sounded like he was choking them out. He stopped listening a few responses ago, but he still wanted to support her. No matter how hurt he felt, he was still her friend.

“He’s the best person I’ve ever met, if I’m being quite honest. He can be a bit of an ass though.”

“What’s his name?”

“You might know him,” Y/N tucked her hands into her sleeves before continuing. “His name is Edmund Pevensie.”

“Wow, what a cool- wait what?” Y/N giggled at the look on his face. His eyebrows were lifted and his mouth was open slightly.

“Yeah, I don’t know, maybe you’ve met him.”

“You’ve been in love with me?”

“Been and am, darling. God, when I got your text tonight my heart almost stopped.” Edmund was speechless, he couldn’t believe the girl he had been in love with for so long felt the same way. “Of course it’s okay if you don’t feel the same-”

“-No! I’m just shocked. I can’t believe this. I have loved you since we were little, I feel like I’m dreaming.” He couldn’t help but let the smile engulf his face, making his freckles stand out against his red cheeks. This was not what he was expecting when he had walked to her house.

“There’s that handsome smile I love to see.”

“So, you were waiting for me?”

“Just like you were waiting for me. Lucy texted me about six months ago about how you never show any interest when she tries to set you up with girls. Now is just our time, unless you aren’t going to show interest in me.”

“When did you get so sassy?” Edmund turned so he was facing her straight on.

“When did you get so flust-” She was cut off mid-word by his warm lips being pressed against hers. He tasted like licorice and mint, and Y/N instantly got intoxicated off of his lips. Both parties had dreamed about this moment for years, so now that it was happening, it left them both feeling light-headed. Edmund pulled back and smirked.

“Who’s the flustered one now?” He asks, hand cupping her cheek.

“Does this mean you’re finally mine?”

“Y/N, I’ve always been yours. Hell, I’ll always be yours.”

Edmund made a face as if he remembered something and reached into his backpack, “By the way, I’m not the only one who missed you.” He placed a very old teddy bear in his lover’s lap.

He had raggedy fur and one green eye.

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Previous: Week 0: Introduction

Week 1:Fear

PROMPT - Think about your character’s past. When where they most afraid? What was the first time they encountered that fear, or the first time they opened up about it? Find an event, that is defining for their relationship with that emotion, and just write about it!

I really struggled with this one, and feel like it strayed too far from the prompt. I’m also currently fighting a nasty cold, so I’m not functioning at my normal level. Here’s hoping the following makes sense.

I ran through the halls of my parents home, trying to find somewhere to hide. Every time I thought I was safe I heard him, whistling Happy Birthday as he closed in. I needed to get away, get somewhere safe, to disappear until the time passed. I couldn’t let him catch me.

Rounding the corner saw me back in our old house. Good. I knew of a secret entrance, hidden behind a fireplace in the drawing room and I immediately ran for it. Harrison had shown me the secret book lever once, and I was sure I could remember which one it was.

Entering the drawing room confirmed that thought. It was the only real book, the rest painted bits of cardboard, and when I tugged on it I prepared myself to bolt through the secret entrance the moment it was wide enough for me to fit.

Only I wasn’t going to fit. The secret passage was gone, instead replaced with a birthday cake.

Blood-red icing dripped down the delicate white lilies of the three-tier cake, starting from a puddle around a kitchen knife buried in the top. Behind me the whistling grew louder and I scrambled with the books again, trying to find another that would open the passage.

Something flashed in the mirror on the mantelpiece and my heart dropped. I was too late. He was here. I turned to face him, the shadowman, the haunter of nightmares, resigned to my fate. This was the end. This was how it always ended.

A hand grabbed my shoulder. “Don’t kill me!” I screamed.

Sophie scrambled back from me, pulling the bed sheets up to her chest. “You were having a nightmare!” she stated, eyes wide. “Are you ok?”

That was right. It was a nightmare, nothing more, but knowing that did nothing to calm my racing heart. “I’m fine,” I replied, reaching for my drink to wet my dry mouth. But it wasn’t there. I wasn’t in my bed. I was in Sophies.

“You’re not. You were whimpering and crying and I was worried.”

“You bark in your sleep,” I reminded her, trying to deflect from the conversation.

“That’s different.” She came back over to me, shifting so she was sitting cross-legged at my side. “You still have tears on your face. And you stink of fear.”

My hand went to my face, the tears on my cheek clinging to my fingertips when I touched them. “It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.” My voice wavered as I spoke, and I knew I was lying. My birthday was only six months away, and the closer it got, the worse my dreams became.

Sophie frowned, her eyes searching my face. “It’s not nothing; even if I couldn’t smell it, I can see your fear in your face. What’s got you so scared?”

“Dreamed a giant Care Bear was terrorising the city, godzilla-style.”

She frowned again.

“It really is nothing,” I told her, trying to believe it myself so she wouldn’t know I was lying. “But I should probably go home. I have an early start in the morning.” Another lie, but I didn’t want to be here any longer. Not if she was going to pry.

As I went to climb out of her bed, she caught my hand. “You don’t have to hide things from me,” she said, her voice soft. “I know you’re different, and you know about me. And I care about you, yeah? You’re not just some girl in my bed. You can trust me.”

Could I? Mum would say I couldn’t, but she always said that. That not knowing who had me cursed meant I could never know who I could trust, but surely she didn’t mean Sophie. Sophie was younger than me and really nice and—

Could be working for the enemy, Mum’s voice whispered. She would be so upset about Sophie, and Faith too, even though I hadn’t told either anything about who I really was. I couldn’t let anyone get close.

“I do,” I told her, detangling my hand from hers. “But it’s nothing, really.” I beamed at her, my smile as fake as my words, then scooped up my underwear. Run, every instinct was shouting at me. Now.

“If it was nothing, you wouldn’t be planning on walking home at three in the morning. You’re just leaving because you’re scared. And not of a care bear. You’re scared of opening up to me and trusting me. Because doing that would mean admitting you actually have feelings for me.”

“No feelings was the agreement,” I reminded her as I hunted for my abandoned tshirt. A walk home might do me some good, especially as it didn’t seem to be raining. The cool night air always made me feel better, and I hoped it would help me shake the nightmare.

“I don’t mean relationship feelings. Friend feelings. Because other than Faith, I’m the only person you haven’t completely pushed away.”

I hated that she was right. I didn’t want friends. Friends were someone who could hurt me, or he used against me, or be hurt by my death. And I didn’t want any of that.

Clothes sorted, I started pulled on my shoes. “We’re friends!” I insisted.

“We’re not. If we were, you would have told me things about you. Like your power. Or your favourite cheese. Or your name.”

“It’s Brie.”

“Your name?”

“My favourite cheese.”

She leaned back against her pillow, crossing her arms. “It’s a start. But you can’t keep people out forever.”

“I know.” But I could try, at least until my birthday.

“You’re a terrible liar!”

I crawled back onto the bed. “I know that too.” I told her, punctuating it with a small kiss. “See you at Revolver on Saturday?”

“Maybe. I have a date with a shifter from the Brunswick clan. So I’ll be there if it’s terrible.”

“I’m so happy for you!” My heart sank as I said it. If this worked out I then wouldn’t see her again, as she never went clubbing while dating. And we never just hung out. But it was for the best. I’d taken a big enough risk as it was.

“Are you?”

“Yes!” I jumped back off the bed and grabbed my things. “This has been fun, and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it, but I always knew it was going to end. And so I’ll be happy if they make you happy. You deserve that.” I forced another smile. “See you around sometime.”

“Why does that sound like goodbye?” She called after me.

I paused in her doorway. “Because it probably is.”

#yourocsbackstory #yob #lies in the lilies #week 1

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bobbys-naughty-corner · 3 years

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Bokuto x reader

Howvember #3 (I’m too in love with him. I can’t write a proper story for any one else)

“Hey beautiful.” I heard a voice say softly. I felt my body being nudged awake. “Mmm, Bokuto? What time is it?” I rubbed my eyes and asked him. He climbed over me and kissed my cheek. “I’m not too sure. I just got home. Can you wake up for me?” He asked as he climbed under the blankets with me. “I’m up. How was the dinner?” I asked. He had went out to eat with his friends, I was invited but I didn’t go because I didn’t want to. I stayed home and watched Godzilla. “The dinner was great. Me and the guys were talking about some things. And I would like for you to hear it out.” He said wiping a fallen lash from my face. “What is it?” I was about to sit up but he placed his hand on my chest to keep me down. “We were talking about our sexual experiences, typical boy stuff, and then Oikawa said something I would like to try. With you.” He sounded a bit reluctant to tell me all this. We always trusted each other in bed and I never had a reason to say no to any advances he’s made towards me. “You want to try something new? Like what?” We weren’t vanilla. Bokuto loved making things interesting and showing off his strength and stamina in bed. “It’s nothing too crazy. Just wax play.” He said reaching over the bed to pull up a white plastic bag. “Wax play?” I asked confused, who plays with wax during sex and how can you do that. “Wouldn’t that hurt?” I asked. “That’s why I thought you would love it my beautiful masochist.” He held up individually wrapped tall skinny candles. “Oh, you want to try tonight?” He nodded pulling out all the candles on the bed. “We can’t do this on the bed. It’ll ruin the blanket. I cleaned the floors today so their clean, we can do it there.” He pulled me out the bed immediately. He already had his clothes off. The nightlight by the door of the room lit up. “Do you know what you’re doing?” I asked watching him unwrap the candles. “It’s very simple from what he told me. Sit on your hands for me. “ I put my palms on the floor behind me and laid back. Bokuto crawled over to me and kissed my forehead before blinding me with his tie. “Is this necessary?” I asked. I had a fear of the dark that I never got over. I heard a lighter flicker multiple times. I then heard shuffling of the feet and the door opening and closing. I tried to relax and clear my mind. I started to recall every scary movie I’ve ever seen and i got paranoid from not being able to see or move. It would be stupid to even move without looking at my surroundings but I didn’t want to be impatient and take off the tie. I slowed my breathing and thought happy thoughts. Bokuto came back and slammed the door rather loudly. I jumped at the sound and his patted against the floor as he got closer to me. “I had to get a towel for us. Does your hands hurt?” He asked. I couldn’t tell what he was doing but I shook my head no. “Not yet.” I told him but I guess he was too distracted to hear me. “Ohhh they’re melting already. We can start.” I laid patiently on the ground. The band of my bra nearly hurting as I took deep breath’s bracing for the impending pain that is going to come. My stomach sunk in when a drop of the wax landed close to my belly button. It rolled down to the dip of my belly and settled in there for the rest of the night. “Is it too hot?” He asked holding my waist. “I like it.” I said lowly. I heard a snip and felt my breast spill the the sides and my bra open. “What are you doing?!” I said. The cold room made my nipples erect. “Your bra was in the way and I don’t want you to move.” His hands wiggled my breast. “You have such a beautiful body. A gorgeous face, breast like jello and a perfect ass.” His hands massaged my chest, squeezing my breast, pinching my nipples, and leaving kisses all over. He kept the wax in place, I felt it hardening and tighten over my skin. I gasped more as he went back to dripping wax on my body. He let the wax trail to my vagina avoiding my pubic hair and the whole thing in general. This wax thing wasn’t really doing it for me. “How are you feeling?” He asked. He had stopped with the wax to look at me.

“I’m not enjoying it too much. The wax no longer hurts and it’s not doing anything for me with the blindfold.” I confessed. Bokuto pushed the tie off my face. I blinked a bit tying to get my eyes used to seeing again. He blew out the candles and I sat up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to stop completely. We could’ve finished if you were into it.” I told him. “It’s just that when I don’t see you well when I can’t see in general I get anxious. I have a lot of trust in you but it’s scary at times.” I added. Bokuto squeezed my cheeks together and kissed my plumped up lips. “It was boring. Just something that wasn’t for us. I just thought you might surprisingly like it.” He helped me up. Some nights it just doesn’t work out the way you want it to. I was surprised when he bent me over the bed. “I would still like to fuck you crazy.” He said. Soft gently hands held my body down. “I would like that too.” I spread my legs and pulled my underwear the side. Bo rubbed his dick at my clit making himself harder. He gave me a small slap to the ass before sliding in. I wasn’t as wet as usual but that would changed really soon. I loved being fucked raw by him, of course we didn’t want kids yet but it made me feel so close to him. And the way he would dirty talk about it. “You like this fat cock? Like how it fucks you? You want my cum in you? Want to be pregnant with my baby? You’d like that right? I bet you think about it all the time.” Shit like that drives me wild. And when he holds my hips to ram his hips into me, 🤤. The biggest mess sliding down my thighs as he called me his cum whore, puppy, baby girl and other names. “You like when I call you my puppy? You’ve been very good tonight puppy. How about I give you a nice fucking in return?” He pulled out and pushed me a little to tell me to move up. I got on the bed completely and he was right behind me. As I was about to settle on my knees and hands comfortably he pushed me onto my side and pulled my legs towards him sliding my body against the sheets. I moaned at the rough handling. “Tell me how good you’ve been.” He told me as he twisted my body around. “I’ve been so good today Mmph. So patient and productive. Please reward me, I deserve it.” The head of his penis teased my slit as I spoke to him. He let my legs fall to his sides gently as held my hair forcing me to watch him insert himself. “Nngh.” I raised my legs back and held them. He pulled out and slid back in. He wasn’t be rough and he definitely wasn’t trying to be gently as the head of his penis hit my cervix a bit too harshly for such a thrust. He was slow as hell but he made every thrust count when he came back into me. “You like your reward puppy? Is this good enough for you? You want it rougher?” My eyes teared up from pleasure. He picked up the pace and power in his thrusts. Watching it appear and disappear inside me made me dizzy. He released my hair and fell into my neck. I moaned in his ear encouraging him to continue fucking me. “Oh Bo you feel so good. You stretch me so good. Please more.” His hands pushing my thighs into the bed as he used my body to hold some of his weight. It hurt a little because I’m not as flexible as he thought. But it was enough to impress him. He sat up and used one of his thumb to rub my little bud. My hips stuttered at the touch and my walls tightened. He grunted out at the squeeze. Bokuto kept his eyes on my face, watching my body rock against the wet sheets. Every so often the bed would hit the wall with loud bangs. My legs tried to close themselves but he held my right thigh down. His grip on my thigh was dangerously close to making me bleed. A screw inside me tightened so much it was resisting. My uterus was swelling up from all the abuse he was giving her. He put his hand back on my thigh and applied more of his weight in them as he slowed his pace and just pounded deeply and roughly inside of me. It was overwhelming me and I begged for an orgasm. My voice had given up on me and I barely made a sound but he could tell how I was feeling by my facial expressions.

As if he was searching for the right button inside of me all the while he was pressing every other button. And finally after multiple multiple multiple attempt he pressed the right button and held it. He saw the gleam in my eyes when he hit a certain spot in me. He held his hip down against me and ground his hips up before pulling back out and doing it again. I let out my cries when he did that. He was teasingly abusing me. It felt really good but I hated it. “B-Bokuto please-“ He cut me off with a kiss. “I’m rewarding my puppy. Making you feel really good with my dick 😌. But I don’t want you to cum yet.” His lips came on mine again. His tongue moving over my lips asking for entrance. I hesitate to open my mouth but once he had enough space to enter he did. All I wanted to do was to have my heel flip up like in Princess Diaries. But I did the next best thing, curl my toes. When he pulled back I spoke again. “Thank you daddy.” I stared into his eyes and he smirked at me but also cocked a brow at me. “You don’t have to thank me baby. You deserve a good fucking. You can tell me how much you love me though, I haven’t heard you say it in a couple of hours.” He kissed right above my left eyebrow. “I love you Bokuto Kotaro. I love you so much.” I said while getting my brains fuck out. “Oh gonna pull out the full on me. Well then, I love you too YN LN. Now cum with me.” He picked himself up and put a tight grip on my neck. Using his thumb and pointer finger to apply pressure right under my jaw. His other hand rubbed my clit fast. My eyes rolled back and my I almost couldn’t see a thing. My nails raked down my own thighs as I held them in the same position he did. My hot tears sliding down my face to his fingers on my neck, making him remove some pressure but he applied it again. He knew I could take it, he knew I loved it. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Come on baby! You’re holding back just let go. Give me that squeeze I need to cream your insides white. Let me fill you up baby.” He was growling. I hated this side of him. He was cooing at me to have an orgasm but avoided giving me the release of one. He knew how to build me up and keep building me up until he felt like I should cum. Like reaching the top of the roller coaster and being stuck there. But just from this teasing alone I felt myself about to burst through it. I was slowly becoming too sensitive to everything. My walls pulsated around him, as I felt myself pushing myself down that roller coaster. Rocking back and forth giving myself that extra help. Soon enough I was screaming for him. I began to suffocate as he squeezed down tightly on my neck as I came around his dick. He let out the most pussy dripping growl ive ever heard. 👍🏾😏. His dick buried inside me full as he emptied his sacs into my parent trap. He removed his body from mine after fully releasing himself. “How was that reward puppy?” He asked me after he plopped on the bed beside me. I turned to look at him, panting heavily trying to catch my breath. Too dazed to speak.

#bokuto x reader #haikyuu bokuto #lemon #smut #hoevember2020

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settersprouts · 3 years

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꒦ ikanaide : chapter two ! ꒦

怪我

. . : oikawa stresses out after having lost to shiratorizawa yet again, and decides to take out his frustrations on volleyball. however, he loses himself in the midst of it all and tears a ligament in his leg, and there's no one there to help him. iwaizumi senses something's wrong and rushes to his side.

or, oikawa's an idiot and iwaizumi is just the pillar he needs.

again. they won again.

he could never win against them. they were too strong. too brilliant. too skilled. too talented, in ways that he never was, never could be. and it made him sick, all the way down to his very core.

it should’ve been impossible for shiratorizawa to defeat them over and over again. For three whole years, kitagawa daiichi has never been able to win a single match. and that record followed him all the way to seijoh. every single time, that wretched team would shut down every attack, close every opening the opposite team had. he even used his new setter dump, but they still managed to pick it up and slam the ball right back at them.

and it made him sick.

oikawa slammed yet another ball onto the court, his serve more powerful than any other serve he’s ever done. all the pent-up rage and frustration echoed onto the volleyballs, and he imagined each and every ball was going straight for ushiwaka’s stupid face. the bruise that would appear the next day on his face made it seem all the more appealing to him.

again.

and again.

ball after ball, serve after serve. he wouldn’t stop, not even after he used up all the balls in the bin. he just grabbed the second bin in the storage room and kept on going. no one would disturb him- everyone already left a couple hours ago. he was going to keep practicing until he got better, until he could defeat shiratorizawa.

and ushiwaka. he couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he defeated him in their next match. the thought of his disappointed face sent thrills throughout oikawa’s body, and he kept on serving, chasing that dream. he wanted to see the look of disappointment on ushiwaka’s face. he wanted to make him feel what it was like to lose to your greatest enemy. he wasn’t going to let shiratorizawa win another match.

he had to make it to nationals this year. it was his last chance. the first qualifiers were only in a couple of months, he had to practice to perfect and hone all his skills. ushiwaka wasn't going to get the chance to beat him.

in the back of his head, he heard a voice yelling at him. it was quiet, but loud at the same time.

``do you think you're fighting by yourself? you've got to be kidding, you dumbass!``

oikawa shook his head vigorously, trying to get the voice out of his head.

``there's no one on our team who can beat ushiwaka one-on-one! however, there are six players on a volleyball court!``

he threw the ball up in the air again, hand colliding with the colored leather, sending it flying over the net and into the court.

``even if our opponent's some genius first-year, or ushiwaka, the team with the better six is stronger, you dumbass!``

he paused before serving his next ball, realizing who those words belonged to. if he found out what oikawa was doing, he might just kill him. a shudder went through oikawa's body, the room suddenly getting a couple of degrees colder. yep, iwaizumi was definitely on his way here. there was no doubt about it. he would burst through the door, headbutt oikawa, and yell at him while he dragged him all the way home.

encounters with him didn’t stray far from that. so oikawa didn’t really fear the upcoming future. it wasn’t like he was new to the abuse from his childhood best friend, it just came with the package. iwaizumi engraved that idea in his head, without even realizing it.

he did care about his best friend’s wishes, he did. but right now, iwaizumi was the last thing on his mind. he felt bad about it, but volleyball mattered more. he had to get better. for him. for the team. for seijoh.

defeat was bitter. the taste of it nearly made oikawa hurl every time. he wasn’t going to lose again.

and with that, another ball flew up in the air.

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iwaizumi was pissed.

very pissed. extremely pissed. his rage scared a couple of kids on his way home from aoba johsai. he muttered an apology to their parents, leaving them to attend to the crying children as he rushed home. he felt bad and was slightly offended that his face was that scary to them, but at the same time, he really couldn’t be bothered.

the events of the match rung in his head, the sound of balls slamming onto the court rivalled cymbals.

``ace my ass.`` he muttered, kicking a pebble into the road. ``what kind of ace can't manage to spike a ball they can't receive?``

he stopped at the intersection, looking at his surroundings. it was the area where he and oikawa would usually separate, as their houses were in different directions. it felt weird walking home without him. he had told the team he would clean up, claiming he needed some alone time. it was suspicious, but it made sense. who wouldn't want to be alone after losing to ushiwaka and his undefeatable team?

in all honestly, iwaizumi was worried about his friend. he could sense the tense aura around oikawa's body, the frustration emitting off of him when he told everyone to go home early. the sudden change in emotion scared the wits out of the first-years- they were the first ones out the door. matsukawa and hanamaki tried to reason with oikawa, but it was like he was unreachable. they both knew- no, they all knew oikawa's intentions. he was going to practice until his arms fell off, until he collapsed on the gym floor.

the ace of seijoh let out a sigh, and turned away from oikawa's street, heading down his own. the setter could manage himself. he was a third-year, too, he was capable of taking care of his body. he wouldn't let that happen to himself.

a bird flew alongside iwaizumi, tweeting at him. its melody wafted through the air, reminding iwaizumi of how oikawa's laughter flew with the wind, like a bird's song. he grimaced. that seemed to be ages ago, when oikawa was actually happy. everything was fake now, iwaizumi knew so. all the smiles the setter sent to his underclassmen when they asked him questions about volleyball, all the chit-chats he had with the millions of girls that crowded his locker- none of it had been genuine. oikawa knew what he was doing. smile and wave, and then everyone would leave you alone.

``dammit.`` iwaizumi cursed under his breath. he didn't think to talk to oikawa about any of his suspicions. he knew that he was just going to spiral into another of his self-hate episodes, taking out his frustrations on countless of volleyballs.

stop worrying about him. he'll be fine. he's eighteen, for fuck's sake.

iwaizumi pulled his necklace from out underneath his shirt, opening his front door with the key that hung from the thin ball-chain. there was a loud click, and it swung open. he called for his family, letting them know he was home, slipping his sneakers off and sliding into fluffy white slippers.

when he looked up from his feet, his mother and father were standing in front of him. ``oh, hey.``

``hajime.`` his mother started, tears in her eyes for her son. ``we heard what happened. we're so sorry.``

iwaizumi nodded, pushing past his mother, but not after giving her a warm embrace. ``thanks, ma. it's okay, we tried our best.`` his father watched as his son walked off, the number four on his back seeming to sag with the sadness that the ace felt.

the mattress creaked under iwaizumi’s weight as he flopped onto the duvet, spreading out his arms and legs like a starfish. kumo bounded up next to him, lapping at the sweat on his face, causing the teen to smile a little. he scratched behind kumo’s ears, laughing as she started giving him more kisses all over his face. it felt good. it felt like home.

he leaned over kumo to grab the remote, turning on the tv and navigating to the shows he had recorded previously. settling on a beloved godzilla movie, he leaned back with kumo and relaxed. this was nice. it was almost comfortable; he was starting to forget all about the events that happened a couple hours earlier. starting to forget all about the concerns and worries he had for oikawa.

forgetting things was a lovely thing.

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forgetting things was a painful thing.

oikawa had forgot how long he was at the gym for. the sky was pitch black- it seems like minutes ago that the sun was just starting to set. he glanced at the clock. he had been at this for six hours. volleyballs littered the court. beads of sweat were flinging off of his body. his practice jersey was absolutely soaked. he smelled horrible. no amount of deodorant could’ve prepared his armpits for this.

he could hear his phone ringing from the club room. a part of him wanted to answer the countless of calls, but at the same time, his heart was set on practice. practice, practice, practice. he had to get better. he had to practice.

so, he picked up another ball, soared through the air, and hit it as hard as he could.

the sound it made was bone-crushing. literally.

oikawa landed on the court and stumbled, falling to the ground on his side. he let out a silent scream, his mouth gaping but no sound coming out. he glanced down to his knee, letting out a small, sad gasp. the skin on his kneecap was completely red, and he could see some purple in the mix, too. it was starting to swell, but the pain made his concerns about how it looked seem miniscule.

it was like his bones were being crushed by a hammer. the pain came in waves. every time he felt his heartbeat, the pain would travel through his nerves and send the shocks all throughout his lean body.

he should’ve slowed down. he should’ve taken a break. he should’ve listened to iwaizumi.

the pain was almost unbearable- he couldn’t even walk. oikawa could still hear the constant buzzing of his phone going off in the clubroom. he needed to call someone. the police. his mother. iwaizumi. anyone.

he used his elbows to try and crawl over, but each time he moved, his knee would touch the wooden planks that made up the court. it sent more shocks of pain through his body. he resulted to just laying down on the floor and looking up at the ceiling.

people would find him eventually.

as he lay there, his mind rewinded and replayed all the scenes from the match he had against ushiwaka. actually, all the matches against him. all the times ushiwaka teased him, telling him he wasted his chances, and should’ve tossed for people who were worthy of his sets. the fact that he was trying to tell him that his own team wasn’t worthy of him as their setter pissed him off.

he pondered, brown tufts flowing along the cool breeze of the ac.

he wondered, was he ever strong enough?

ushiwaka would never have let himself get injured. he knew when to stop.

when will the pain go away?

when will it all just go away?

a tear escaped from within the prison of his eyes, squeezing out from underneath curled lashes. he wept silently, the surface of his eyes glossing over with his tears. the tip of his nose and his cheekbones began to tint red. he always was an ugly crier, but at the same time, he was a masterpiece. the way his face seemed to flush, how he trembled with each sob, was cause for his beauty.

oikawa was beautiful. he was known as such for his fame and popularity, from being the most notable volleyball captain seijoh’s ever had. he had such amazing form- his back was a legacy to his underclassmen watching him serve. the way his back curved into an arch, his arm shooting up as he aimed his shot. the way the ball would collide with his palm and sail over the net. the way it would hit just inside the boundary lines of the court, and the satisfying smack it made.

it was beautiful.

but judging solely from the state of his leg, he wouldn’t be able to do his famous jump serves for a while, at least; the cause for all his fame.

he wasn’t beautiful anymore.

he was broken. a pawn for shiratorizawa, simply because he was playing right into ushiwaka’s hand. losing over and over again to them resulted in their fame, in their popularity. they gained respect and power through all their wins.

and what was seijoh gaining from it? the fact that everyone now knows that they have never once managed to win a match against them? just a couple lousy sets here and there, that were mostly determined by shiratorizawa’s mistakes?

it was atrocious. seijoh was a powerhouse, after all. how come they could defeat every other team they went up against, but not shiratorizawa?

he wanted to give up so long ago. after losing so many times, he just wanted to give up. but he didn’t. because iwaizumi was right beside him, slapping his back and telling him to snap out of it.

the ace was always by his side.

where was he now?

``..iwa-chan? ``

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iwaizumi tossed and turned in his bed, unable to get comfortable and close his eyes. nothing lulled him to sleep- he even warmed up some milk a couple hours ago and chugged it, but it didn’t help him.

he groaned, rolling out of bed and sitting on the floor. it was dark in his room, but he could still make out certain things. kumo sat upright at the sudden noise, tilting her head to the side. iwaizumi smiled grimly at her.

the ace checked his phone, the veins in his forehead popping out once he realized oikawa still hadn’t viewed or responded to his messages.

iwaizumi was worried, he was. more pissed off than worried, but he still feared for his best friend.

the door to his room burst open, startling both kumo and iwaizumi. his mother stood in the doorway, worry lining her face. ``mama? are you okay? what happened?``

she padded over to her son, holding his hands and looking into his eyes- forest green mixing with ocean blue.

``honey, have you heard from toorū?``

iwaizumi faltered. their conversation had just started, and he already knew where it was going. ``n-no, i haven't. i've been texting him, but he hasn't read or replied to my messages. mom, what's going on?``

she smiled sadly, brushes a stray strand of hair behind her son's ear. it popped right back up, as expected of his unruly bedhead. ``oikawa-san called me, toorū hasn't come home yet, and he said he would come back at eleven. it's three in the morning.``

``w-what?`` iwaizumi gaped, checking his phone. she was right. the clock read three am. panic coursed through hajime's veins, and he stood up abruptly. ``i-i have to go find him. mom-``

iwaizumi-san smiled at him. ``i know. oikawa-san told me not to tell you, knowing that you would try to find him, no matter how late it was.`` she handed him a flashlight and his father's pocketknife for protection, in case he needed it. "do what you need to do to find him. bring him back home safe. you, too.``

he slipped the knife in his back pocket and gave his mother a tight hug. he was gripping onto her like she was his lifeline. ``ma, thank you. i'll call you when i find him.``

she smiled at her son. he was so mature and grown up- he didn't even think about the possibility that he couldn't find oikawa. he was so determined to bring the boy she considered her other son back home safely, so determined to find the boy he grew up with. ``of course. good luck, i know you'll find him.``

``yeah.`` iwaizumi sent her a grin, slipping on his aoba johsai jacket and bolting out the door. ``love you, ma!``

``love you too!``

slipping on his shoes, iwaizumi closed the front door behind him, and stepped out into the chilly morning air. in just three hours, he would have to be in his bathroom, getting ready for school. he sighed. there was no way he's going to school tomorrow- his mother wouldn't let him step foot outside the house after he brought back oikawa. shittykawa. where the hell was he, anyways?

he thought back to when oikawa ushered everyone out of the gym all so he could have some alone time. kindaichi was permanently scarred from the face oikawa had made- one of pain, heartbreak, and determination. the fear in the team's eyes as he turned on them with that expression was immaculate. iwaizumi would have to borrow that strategy.

letting out a puff of air, he started the fifteen minute trek to aoba johsai, wind in his hair and jacket flying behind him like a cape. he switched the flashlight on to light his way, and to avoid obstacles on the road as he ran.

iwaizumi would bring oikawa home, no matter the cost.

after what seemed like hours of running to iwaizumi, since every passing second felt like a minute, he finally arrived at the gym. thankfully, he couldn't hear any volleyballs, or the familiar squeaking of shoes on the floor. but, he could see light seeping from underneath the door, which either meant oikawa was still in there, or he left the lights on.

he put his hand on the door knob, pausing for a second. if oikawa was in there, what would he say? if he wasn't, then where the hell was he? what if he got kidnapped? or, what if he's just at a fangirl's house eating ice-cream and watching alien documentaries because iwaizumi wouldn't?

iwa shook his head furiously. it's fine. he would just open the door and check. if he wasn't in there, he'd turn off the lights and lock up.

taking a deep breath, the handle turned and iwaizumi stepped in.

oikawa was there. laying sprawled on the court, eyes closed.

``hey, oikawa?`` iwaizumi started, padding over to him slowly. he knelt down beside him and nudged his shoulder, his face paling when he got no reaction. he shook his shoulder harder, all the panic and worry coming back in mere seconds. ``oi, toorū! wake up, you idiot!``

it took him a couple of minutes to get oikawa to wake up. his eyelashes fluttered, mouth parted in a groan, and hazy brown eyes met panicked olive green ones. ``hey, iwa-chan.`` he gave him a loopy smile, his face contorted in pain. ``w-what time is it?``

``it's three in the morning, oikawa.`` iwaizumi replied, smiling softly at his friend. he couldn't help but feel a little happy. his heart about shattered into a million pieces when he saw him laying on the floor, and not reacting to him practically kicking down the door. ``you've been here for thirteen hours.``

oikawa grimaced. he didn't think he'd been at it for that long. and he wasn't. he passed out from the pain after eight hours, and just kind of slept on the floor. but iwaizumi didn't need to know that. ``oh, really? i guess i lost track of time, sorry, iwa!`` he laughed and sat up, trying not to let the pain show through his façade. he looked around at all the volleyballs, whistling. ``looks like i made a mess. help me clean up?``

the ace nodded, standing up and extending a hand to his teammate. oikawa clasped it, soft fingers wrapping around calloused ones, and iwaizumi lifted him up effortlessly. ``you good?`` he asked, noticing his stiff stance.

he nodded. ``yep, iwa-chan, i'm-`` he gasped, holding his knee and falling forward, making sure he didn't land on it. he let out a guttural, shaky shout, tears leaking from his eyes. iwaizumi rushed to his side immediately, holding his friend and looking at him with a face full of confusion and concern.

``s-shit, oikawa, are you okay?`` he instinctively held him close to his chest, like he was afraid someone was going to come along and take him. oikawa laughed lightly through his tears, leaning his head back and exposing his adam's apple.

``i fell and tore something.`` he removed his hands from his leg, revealing the swollen knee. iwaizumi's complexion paled- this was the worst injury he's ever seen in his life. no one he's ever known has been injured this badly. he prodded it gently, his heart breaking more and more every time oikawa winced. if it hurt that bad, when would he be able to play again? judging from the look of it, he would have to go through physical therapy, and possibly a cast or splint of sorts, since it was impossible for oikawa to walk on it. the setter's voice creeping into his ears snapped him back to reality. ``hajime, it hurts.``

he nodded grimly, swinging oikawa's arm over his shoulder and lifting him up effortlessly.``i got you. we'll take you to a hospital.``

``but the gym-``

``it's fine. i'll call coach later and tell him what happened.`` oikawa nodded, wrapping his arms around iwaizumi's neck, holding him close. he let his face rest in between the ace's pecs, feeling safe from the warmth.

iwaizumi pulled out his phone, quickly dialing matsukawa's number and holding the phone to his ear. the latter answered the call on the third ring, his little `yo` cutting through the tense silence he and oikawa had surrendered to. ``mattsun. get here. now.``

``huh, where? what's going on?`` his voice with tense, wary with panic and confusion.

``the gym. we need your car.`` iwaizumi met oikawa's eyes, asking for permission to tell him what happened. without any words being exchanged, oikawa understood, and gave him a small nod. ``oikawa injured himself. it's bad, he can't walk. i need to get him to the hospital, but i don't know if i can carry him all the way there.``

there was silence, then they heard the faint jingle of keys, and a door slamming shut. a car engine revved, and the sound of tires squealing made them both wince. ``on my way. oikawa, you there?``

``mh.`` oikawa mumbled in response, looking at iwaizumi with half-lidded eyes. ``i'm here.``

``good. talk to me? what happened?``

oikawa raised his eyebrows at the command, but complied nonetheless. ``i- um, i wanted to practice my serves.. but i tore something in my knee, i think.``

matsukawa cursed, honking the car's horn. ``move, you idiot!- sorry. there was an old man just sitting on a green light. how bad does it hurt, from a scale of 'dang that kinda hurts' or 'i want to cut my fucking leg off right now?'``

the setter giggled, leaning his head back as he did so. ``i-i guess it's a nine, then. i can forget the pain's there when i'm thinking about something else, but i can still feel it.``

``ah, yeah, i'd say a nine's pretty bad.`` matsukawa shut off the engine, and they could hear car doors slamming, and the loud pound of his footsteps. the doors to the gym swung open once again, revealing a very agitated and poorly dressed mattsun. ``i'm here. you okay?``

oikawa nodded, still nuzzling into iwaizumi's chest. ``mh. tired.``

``you can't be tired, we got to get you to a hospital.``

``i can't not be tired. it just happens.``

``well, wake up-``

iwaizumi slammed a hand over mattsun's mouth, the vein in his forehead popping out once again. ``instead of fighting, why don't we focus on getting him to a damn hospital?``

``yeah, right. uh-`` mattsun held his hands out for oikawa, much to iwaizumi's confusion. ``i can take him from here, you want to clean up, right?``

the ace glared up at him, shaking his head. ``i got it. you'll probably drop him.`` ignoring matsukawa's shouts of protests, he pushed past him and stalked to the latter's car. ``i just need you to drive. coach will take care of the mess.`` matsukawa sighed.

``alright.``

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``how is he?``

iwaizumi had stood up immediately when he saw the nurse walk out of oikawa's room, matsukawa and hanamaki following suit. iwa and mattsun decided to text makki once they got to the hospital, along with coach about toorū's situation. irihata had went to the gym to clean up the mess, and hanamaki had rushed to the hospital as soon as the text was sent, not even bothering to reply.

the nurse smiled at him. ``he's okay. he'll be fine, so don't you worry!`` the group let out a breath they didn't know they were holding, extremely relieved. ``but, oikawa-kun's going to have to stay off his leg for a while.``

``yeah? what's wrong with it?`` hanamaki stepped forward, getting more worried by the second.

``well, he has something called an acl tear. does he play any sports?``

matsukawa nodded. ``yeah, we all play volleyball together.``

the nurse let out a sigh. ``that would explain it. he tore the acl ligament in his right knee, so he'll have to do some physical therapy for a while. it's swelling pretty badly, so i'd advise you to make sure he doesn't put much weight on it, unless he's practicing some leg exercises.``

``w-wait, so he can't play volleyball anymore?``

``no, not at the moment. it'll be too risky and painful for him. he'll have to take a couple months off.`` the nurse paused, placing a finger under her chin as she checked the papers she had of toorū. ``however, he can get a surgery for it, which will decrease the amount of months he'll have to wait to play again. does that sound appealing?``

the group nodded, which wasn't extremely surprising to the nurse. she smiled sweetly at them, before gesturing to the room oikawa was in. ``well, i'll talk that up with his doctor and parents. in the meantime, you all can see him, if you'd like.``

they nodded. ``yeah! arigatō!`` they thanked the nurse, then rushed towards oikawa's room, pushing and shoving at each other to be the first one in. iwaizumi made it through first, being the bulkier of the three. he peeked around the curtain surround oikawa's bed, letting out a tiny gasp. there the setter laid, looking up at him with big brown eyes. he looked so vulnerable in that state. wide-eyed, nervous, with his wrapped leg propped up on a couple of pillows.

hanamaki and matsukawa finally made it through, coming to stand next to iwaizumi with somber looks on their faces. they all looked down at him, and he could read them all like a book. they pitied him.

``c'mon.. don't look at me like that..`` oikawa mumbled, a blush rising to his cheeks. he glanced down at his leg, finally realizing what kind of situation he was in, and was getting embarrassed.

``does it hurt?`` iwaizumi stepped forward and knelt beside oikawa, pushing the brown tufts out of his eyes. the captain smiled at the gesture, appreciating the warmth of his best friend's hand as he had let it stay on his forehead.

he nodded, wincing as the movement jostled his leg a little. he probably shouldn't move too fast. ``yeah. really bad, too.`` he turned on his side, facing away from his friends, and mumbled ``i'm sorry.``

``for what?`` matsukawa asked, his forehead creasing in worry.

oikawa turned to him with tear-filled eyes, the tip of his nose turning red. ``i.. i promised you i wouldn't overwork myself, but..`` he laughed bitterly, rubbing at his eyes. ``look where i am now. i'm such a liar.``

iwaizumi stiffened, and clenched his fist. he knew he should've gone back to check on oikawa earlier. if he didn't fall asleep, oikawa might not have been in the position he was now. it was his fault. his fault that oikawa was in pain. ``kusokawa.``

``what're you calling me that for!`` the captain protested, biting his bottom lip to keep from pouting at his best friend. ``it's rude, you know?``

``you're an idiot.`` iwaizumi reached out and clasped oikawa's hand in his own, looking into his brown-doe eyes. oikawa had to stifle a laugh. the ace's face was so red, it looked like it might burst. ``the biggest idiot i know.``

``are you just trying to insult me?``

oikawa hit his arm lightly, teasing him a little, which brought smiles to all of their faces. they really hoped they would still see his smile, even if he was in a situation as bad as this. iwaizumi took a shaky deep breath, and continued. ``you're an idiot, but i'm so proud of you. i don't know a single person who wouldn't just give up on all their hopes and dreams because of this-`` he gestured to oikawa's knee while talking.

``what makes you so sure i won't give up volleyball, iwa-chan?``

``the look in your eyes. you're determined to get better. i know you won't quit. you're not a quitter, oikawa.`` iwaizumi said firmly, squeezing oikawa's hand. the latter looked down at their intertwined fingers, the blush rising to his cheeks again.

he looked back up at iwaizumi and met his eyes. ``you really know everything, huh, hajime?``

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

toss. run. jump. serve.

toss. run. jump. serve. break.

``phew!`` oikawa exclaimed, swiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. ``that was a workout! iwa, mind if i take a quick break? i won't be long!``

iwaizumi nodded, maybe a little too quickly. ``go ahead.``

the captain grinned, blowing his ace a kiss. ``thank you, iwa-chan~!" he skipped off out of the gym with his bag in hand, probably to get a sweet drink or snack from one of the many vending machines spread out in their school.

he watched the captain go off into the distance, smiling at the sight. just four months ago, it seemed like oikawa would never recover from his acl tear. he was in absolute shackles. a mess. there wasn't a day where he didn't cry in iwaizumi's arms, didn't almost want to give up.

but he pushed through.

he made it.

the amount of mental strength the captain had was atrocious. iwaizumi loved that about him. every time he'd prove that he was strong, the ace would get tingles all over his body. the thrill of having an insanely cool best friend was awesome. he felt like a little kid again, the little hajime who would always brag about how awesome his best friend, toorū oikawa, really was.

he was really beautiful.

``iwa-chan, you dozing off over there?`` iwaizumi snapped back to reality when oikawa's light-hearted voice speared through his thoughts. he put on a grim face, turning away from him.

``screw off and go practice. i'm not dozing off, you just want an excuse to slack off.``

oikawa gasped, putting a hand over his heart. ``i am offended! you know what? i'll show you!`` he stalked off and grabbed a volleyball, muttering obscenities under his breath. ``stupid iwa-chan. slacking off? ha! i'll show him.``

toss. run. jump. serve.

and show him he did.

─── injuries.

chapter 3 !

#oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru's injury #ik he injured his ankle i just wanted to do a knee fic bc acl tears are sucky :(#iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi fluff #iwaoi brainrot #fluff for the soul #matsukawa issei #mattsun lowkey simps for oikawa #hanamaki takahiro #hospitals #mizoguchi #irihata #ushijima wakatoshi #he's not even here but he's mentioned

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godzillasrighttoe · 3 years

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I'm Getting Used To You

(Should I call this a oneshot?Fuck, I don't know since I never upload stuff like this and I'm not a writer.)

At the end of the battle with Mechagodzilla, Godzilla and Kong decide to make up for all the pain they caused each other.

It was morning in Hong Kong. About a few minutes ago, Kong had defeated Mechagodzilla to save his rival, Godzilla. Why would he do it though?Aren't they rivals?Maybe it's because Kong is a closeted bisexual and already felt like he liked Godzilla after a couple of days and years of rivalry in their species. He would miss his touch if he was gone. Along with everything about him.

On the other hand with Godzilla, he was hurt and confused. Why did Kong save him?Didn't he beat his ass last night?Then he remembers that he had saved Kong also. Was he catching feels, too?

Suddenly, a song to fit their mood starts playing in their heads. It makes them think about their supposedly love situation going on at the moment.

(Ooh, ooh, ooh!Baby!)

(Mmh, ha ah, ha ah, huh uh.)

Kong, in his mind:"Wasn't like me to fall in love. That's just the way that I was. But now, when I feel..."

Kong thinks about the aircraft battle. Oh, how Godzilla wrapped himself around Kong's waist. How sussy of him. But not really though, since Godzilla is a pansexual.

Kong:"...you holdin' me. Something inside... just tells me..."

Kong thinks about those scratch marks on his chest caused by Godzilla. Oh, if only those were tender rubs. Maybe licks?Now when Kong thinks about that same moment, he did kinda like the way Godzilla jumped on his lap. That jiggle of his thick thighs afterwards... and the way he crawled towards him in a supposedly seductive manner. Kong was so lucky to have saved this guy.

Kong:"You've got into this heart of mine!And I know it's true, cause' darling, I... DARLIN' I'M STARTING TO FIND!"

Kong realizes that him and Godzilla could make up for all of this damage. Only in his mind though, but he doesn't know Godzilla kinda thinks the same thing. But he's still gonna come out and say it in his head though.

Kong:"I'm getting used to you!Ooh!And I'm lovin' every single thing about you!I'm getting used to you!And I could never get used...to living without you!"

(Hah ah, hah ah.)

Meanwhile with Godzilla, he's kinda getting them feels also. Why is he catching it for a monkey though?

Godzilla in his mind:"Didn't think that love could mean that much. But you sure changed my mind..."

Godzilla thinks about that aircraft battle also. Oh, how Kong tried to fight back and even got on his rival's lap in the doing. Godzilla loved the touch of opposable thumbs unlike his which weren't even opposable. Maybe Godzilla should call Kong "Daddy Opposable Thumbs"?

Godzilla:"...with your touch. Never knew that my heart... could need your soul."

Godzilla thinks about that bitch slap he gave Kong. Why would he do it when Kong was scared because he almost DROWNED and trying to defend himself?If only he could give the poor monke a hug because of how bad he felt now...

Godzilla:"Now I know that these arms can't let you go!No, they wouldn't even try. Cause' I'm sure that you're the one that I..."

Godzilla thinks that he and Kong can make up for all the damage they caused each other as well. Because oh, they could do damage... as well as the Hong Kong damage they caused.

Godzilla:"Oh!One that I NEED in my life!I'm getting used to you!Ooh!And I'm loving every single thing about you!I'm getting used to YOU!And I could never get used to living without you!"

(Hah ah, (oh, oh ,oh) hah ah.)

Now that Godzilla's confessed, he's glad he got that out. But he doesn't think Kong would forgive him after he caused him trauma from nearly drowning him and then dislocating his arm. And the other things. So he gets up and prepares to swim off.

But as he's getting up, Kong notices him and gets up to at least tell his crush goodbye. They may never see each other again.

(Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh!)

(You!)

Kong:"H-hey!Godzilla!Before you go..."

Godzilla decides to show no emotion towards Kong like how it's been since their first battle. Because once again, why would he show kindness after all the pain and trauma he caused him?

Godzilla:"Hm?Oh yes, it's you, the monkey who saved me for I don't know what."

Kong:"Ape."

Godzilla:"Ape, monkey, whatever. I don't care."

Kong:"Anyway, I just wanted to say goodbye."

Godzilla:"Wait, why?After everything I did to you-"

Kong:"Look, I couldn't watch you get beat up the way you did by that robot. That shit looked like it hurt. A lot."

Godzilla couldn't believe it. The monkey is feeling the affection, too!Should he say it?

Godzilla:"But all the pai-"

Kong:"Godzilla, you've got into this heart of mine."

Godzilla looks at the scratch marks on Kong's chest. Guess he has really gotten into his heart. Especially because Kong actually just said what he said.

Kong:"And I know it's true cause' darling, I..."

Godzilla really doesn't wanna get flustered by being called "darling" by Kong. lmao

Kong:"dARLIN I'M STARTIN' TO FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!YOU'RE THE ONE I NEED IN MY LIFE!"

Kong really just confessed. He fessed the fuck up. In front of his rival who feels the same way as what he just said. He's gonna confess too now!

Godzilla:"Kong, I'm getting used to you. Ooh!And I'm lovin' every single thing about you!"

Godzilla puts his arms around Kong's shoulders. He wants to kiss him so badly now. But does the monkey think wanna do the same?Yes!Yes he does.

Godzilla:"I'm getting used to-"

Godzilla quickly puts his hands onto the sides of Kong's face. Yeah, he's DEFINITELY gonna get that wet kiss now.

Godzilla:"YOU!"

Just as Godzilla gets ready to kiss Kong and pull him closer, he(Kong) decides to make a move as well. He puts his arms around the lizard's waist as he gets ready to kiss him also. They really wanna do this before they go.

Godzilla:"And I could never get used.."

Kong:"To living withoooout youuuuuuuu!"

Godzilla and Kong pull each other closer. Ladies and gentlemen, they're gonna do it!

Godzilla and Kong:"AIN'T NO LIVIN' WITHOUT LOVIN' YOU!"

And bam! Just like that. They give each other a wet kiss. Best of their lives. Fulfillment. There's just something about an American Primate wanting to kiss a Japanese Reptilian that really gets people going, lol.

(OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!Getting used to you!~)

#godzilla #kong #kojira #godzilla x kong #oneshot?#i dunno #lol #anyway uhhhhh #hoped you guys liked this!#oneshot

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lord-explosion-baku · 4 years

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Birthday Snoot

Shinsou x reader

Warnings: swearing, angsty thoughts, fluff

A/N: I just whipped this up for a very special person who’s having a hard time. I’m not gonna add the Taglist because I’m too TIRET.

You dragged your feet up the stairs, dreading even the thought of raising your hands to unlock your condo doors. This week had beat you up. Hell, the past few months had basically latched itself to your back and was draining you of all of your energy; a sadistic twist of it all was that it seemed that the universe enjoyed watching you suffer slowly but surely. You were looking forward to crawling in your bed and allowing your dreams to take you up and out of existence for awhile but you still had so much shit to do.

Your place was empty, a sad thought, though if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t think you could spare an ounce enthusiasm— a fake smile, acting like everything was cool, or that you were even excited about today. It was just another day. It wasn’t like when you were a kid when you’d count the months, the days, the minutes until this day reared its head around. Often times, you’d be discussing plans with friends, maybe have a party or an outing, something, but your enthusiasm just wasn’t there. You wished it were, but it wasn’t. Will it always be like this? Just another day? If you were being honest, it wasn’t even worth dwelling on. You just had a handful of hours until it was over, and those hours were spent at your desk, working.

You brought a pen to paper and stared blankly at what was supposed to be an essay that was due Monday. What the fuck were you even supposed to be writing about? Your class syllabus was lost to a flurry of other papers jammed in your bag because you didn’t care enough to keep yourself organized or told yourself you’d do it later. If only the world stopped for you just as it seemed like it did in the past. You looked to your phone. Minutes were crawling and you had five missed calls. You felt tension rise up in your back. It was nice to know people cared, to know that people still knew you were alive, but even thinking about calling any one of them back just seemed like another chore.

Your head hit the desk. If only that were enough to knock you out, but that would suggest that you were capable of falling asleep at a decent fucking hour. You hit your head again, if only just to humor yourself and for a moment, it worked, only when you thought about having him see you like this, but of course, he had obligations. You couldn’t expect him to be here to witness your sorry parade. You didn’t even want to tell him that today was your birthday because that could just be a burden to him. He might’ve been a bigger stress ball than you.

It was funny. Thinking about his heavily lidded eyes staring at you actually did get you to be a bit drowsy and you found your eyes fluttering closed. Your lips almost formed a smile. Who needed sleeping pills or meditation when just the thought of your somniferous boyfriend could help aid you with your rest. But shit, fuck! You could not fall asleep. You had obligations.

Just as you were about to raise your head, warmth prickled at your back; large hands began rubbing circles around your shoulders. You hummed in response, easing your head on to your notebook pillow. A scoff followed.

“That doesn’t look very comfy,” he said, trimmed nails tickling you in that spot you liked.

“Hmmm,” you mustered. You weren’t agreeing nor objecting. You just didn’t have words.

His hands dragged down to your arms and he rested his head on yours, his musky aroma tickling your nose. He’d been sweating. On anyone else, that would’ve grossed you out, but you kinda liked it when he smelled like his day. He was always so hard at work, trying to better himself. He was what inspired you to do your best on most days, but today was your day and you allowed yourself the time to just… be down. How did the song go? ‘It’s my party and I can cry if I want to”?.

“Darlin’, if you stay like that, you’re gonna get a hunch in your back. I’ll still love you, but I don’t think you want to live the rest of your life as Quasimodo.”

You hummed again, this time in full agreement. You were already a garbage boi, stink man and you didn’t want to add a hunch on to that. You raised your head and Shinsou let off. You turned towards him and he cupped your face, smiling softly down at you.

“Hey there,” he said, dragging a thumb across your lips. “I missed you so much today.”

You pursed your lips. You should say something. You missed him too, you always did, but words were lost in your throat. You were tired.

“I don’t get a hello?”

You shook your head.

He dipped his head down, leveling his with yours. “Then, how ‘bout a kiss?”

Your eyes fell to his feet. You cursed yourself for being this way. You didn’t want to bring him down. Where were those fake smiles you were thinking about earlier? If you could put up a front in front of anyone, shouldn’t it be for him? He deserved your love and grace. Scratch that, he deserved so much more than you.

“I got you something.” A small square object appeared in front of you. It had wrapping paper adorned with little kittens bearing Christmas tidings all around it; similar to those pajamas you always wore. You furrowed your brows and looked up to him. “It’s a CD.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you tried to blink them away, but it was a fruitless endeavor. He saw everything.

“Heyyy,” he cooed, kneeling down in front of you. Again, he brought his hand to your face and this time, you leaned into his warm touch. Indigo eyes searched your own. “What’s goin on, kitten? Did something happen?”

God, what was wrong with you? What were you supposed to say to him? Nothing happened. Nothing ever happens. Life was just this endless cycle of you getting up and working your ass off with little to no gratifying results and you were sick of it. And here you were with this fantastic human being who took care of you, who knew your birthday even when you didn’t tell him about it, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to say thank you?! You choked out a sob.

“Shhh shhh, it’s okay…” Shinsou wrapped his arms around you, petting your hair soothingly. With your face in his shirt, you were overwhelmed by his scent as tears rolled off onto it. He felt so nice. He felt like home. You arms creeped up to your back and you lost yourself in his embrace. This was what you needed.

“I know exactly what��s going on…”

One moment you were sitting in your chair, and the next, your legs were hoisted up, imprisoned by your boyfriend carrying you bridal style. For a moment, you felt just like a little kid, like when your parents would carry you from the living room to your bedroom when you’d fallen asleep playing a game. You parted your lips to object, looking towards your schoolwork on your desk but Shinsou wasn’t having it.

“I understand, but you have the entire weekend. You’re exhausted, babe. You need to take a breather.”

Shinsou carried you to your bed and gingerly laid you down across your sheets. Usually you’d find yourself in a similar position after wrestling around and he’d find a way to neutralize you, tossing you carelessly onto your mattress before he’d wrap you around in blankets while you cackled and squirmed underneath him, but right now, he was being sweet, gingerly kissing you on the forehead as he pulled your comforter over your chest. His nice attitude of course, didn’t stoo him from laying right on top of you, burrowing his nose into the crook of your neck.

“We were both busy today. I’m sorry we couldn’t do more.”

You didn’t expect anything from him, so even just having him here with you was enough to lift your spirits slightly. You fingers weaved through his soft purple locks, a sign to tell him that you were fine.

“We don’t have to talk about anything that’s going on if you don’t want to. Just know that I’m here for you, darlin’. And I always will be.”

You tugged on his hair, a sign that was supposed to mean, ‘I get it.’

Shinsou leaned back, brow raised. “Easy there, Godzilla. If you keep that up, I might get the wrong idea.”

You snickered and pulled the covers over your mouth. He smirked down at you and kissed your lips through the covers. You hummed and pulled them down, sticking your tongue out at him, which he took as an opportunity to to smother your face in sporadic and goofy, little pecks. You laughed and scrunched your nose up, turning your head away to avoid any further attacks, but Shinsou merely placed a tender kiss on that sensitive part of your neck.

“I love you,” he said, settling down next to you, “and I’m gonna make sure that we celebrate your birthday properly this weekend, whether you want to go out, stay in, be surprised, I’ll be ready for anything my kitten’s little heart desires. Do you understand?”

His sleepy eyes bore earnest intensity. God, how did you get to be so lucky? You nodded bashfully, embarrassed at your inward fit he had witnessed.

“I’m ready to celebrate every day with you. Whether it be your birthday or any old Thursday. Even if we both have our own shit, we’ll get through it all together. Buckle up, ‘cause you're stuck with me.”

You grinned. Really, he was stuck with you, but hell, sometimes he could be just as big of a mess you were. And you appreciated his mess. You loved him, all of him: his charm, his anxieties, you even loved when he was being a gentle sap like he was right now.

“Hitoshi?”

“Hm?”

You smacked him in the head with a pillow.

“You, monster!” He jabbed you in the rib.

You laughed and wrapped your arms and legs around him, showing off your greatest koala impression, the one he made fun of you for but secretly loved. Shinsou dragged the pillow off of his face and revealed a soft grin. Ahhh he was so stupid!

“I love you, too,” you said into his armpit.

“You better.” Shinsou sunk down deeper into the bed with you, letting out a long yawn before pulling the covers better over the both of you.

“‘Cause I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

@unboundbnha

#bnha x reader #bnha #bnha imagine #bnha reader insert #reader insert #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou

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keyofjetwolf · 3 years

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Bonus Question Answers! (live action final)

I asked a silly question! You gave me incredible answers. SO VERY MANY INCREDIBLE ANSWERS. If yours is listed below, you’ve earned an entry in a random draw to win a GIFTENING liveblog OF YOUR CHOICE

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Q: There's a new Big Bad in town: JET WOLF. What am I after? What is my power? How will I, hypothetically, be defeated?

* Agents, we have a problem. There is a new player in town, goes by the name of Jet Wolf. She seems harmless, but don't let that fool you. From the information we were able to gather, she accidentally triggered her own power by completing an unknown ritual called the Giftening (we're still researching to see what that is in her world). She can review a situation and instantly analyze all angles of motivation and character. She can see what drives any person to behave in any way. However, she does have a weakness for understanding homosexual motivations. We may have to bring in the Butch squad to assist on this one. The biggest trouble is that a Chaos God insists that she belongs to Them, so now there are chaos acolytes following her everywhere she goes. When she is upset, she can manifest multiple demonic plush multi-colored cats to throw at people. Luckily, her aim is not the best, but even a glancing blow from a single cat can disorient you for hours. We've seen references to a previous companion named Holligay, but no knowledge of their status or whereabouts at this time. Her overarching goal is to get back to her own world, and we MUST assist as soon as possible. Our world may not survive continued long-term exposure to the myriad chaotic forces she brings everywhere she goes. If you have any ideas for strategy, please bring them forward. We'll meet again this afternoon. Dismissed. -- @amberlilly [AGAIN WITH YOU AND YOUR PERFECTION. The “weakness for understanding homosexual motivations” and calling out The Butch Squad made this TRANSCEND.]

* The smoke poured over Tokyo in slips of purple and black, twisting around the buildings, as Usagi Tsukino pulled herself up from between the fallen stones. In the clearing, there was...a woman. Nothing like a youma, or some fallen queen, just a woman, laying waste to Tokyo, brown peppered hair shining the fires of all she had brought to bear. "What do you want??" Cried out Usagi, tears of fear and rage cluttering her vision. "The reboot.." The woman turned toward her slowly, dark storms in her eyes, "No. More. Classic." "BUt--But--" Usagi stood on shaky legs, "The Dark Kingdom has--" "OH MY GOD FUCK THE DARK KINGDOM!" Lightning and thunder clashed into the skies, bringing down a ray of destruction to what was once a giant Sega arcade. In the background, a man howled. "I want," she bared her teeth, "Fresh. Senshi. Adventures." "The new merchandise..." "How many times are you going to release the same figuarts in new colors? How many goddamn fucking heart compacts are you and bandai going to shove down my throat!? Another moon stick--well I do want the moon stick. BUT STILL!!" USagi's lip trembled. "My name is Usagi Tsukino, I'm 14 years old, and--" "Bitch you're over forty!" "What is this?!" The buildings glowed brighter as the flames in them grew, kindled, "Who the hell do you think you are??" The adversary turned. Rei Hino stood behind her, hands on hips, glowering. She advanced, slowly, and the woman who had destroyed a very particular subsection of Tokyo was forced to take a step back. "You think you can come here--and TELL ME??" Rei had a certain way of ignoring that anyone else might have been troubled or bothered by events, for she personally was affronted, "What the new anime is going to be like?? What story *I* can tell?? YOU DARE TO TELL ME--" "No, of course not!" the woman fell to her knees, "Of course not, esteemed fire maiden!! I love you!" IN the rubble, a small redhead crawled out of a hole in the wall, grasping plates of conveyor-belt sushi in her arms, an eel roll hanging out of her mouth. "Gotta say this trip to Tokyo was different than I thought it'd be." -- DOC DOC [You were here when I read it and so heard for yourself, but I laughed SO HARD at this. BITCH YOU’RE OVER FORTY]

* Jet is after potatoes and her power is her army of clever black creatures. Namely her murder of crows always quick to summon and her shoulder void cat man who is helpful up until the vault of potatoes are found whereupon, one fears he might suddenly become Jet's rival -- Furi [OH MAN I WOULD WANT THE POTATOES GOOD CALL GOOD CALL]

* Jet Wolf did not start out evil. No, once she was a mild-mannered blogger, commenting on various properties with enthusiasm and passion. But then came The Erasure. Jet Wolf was halfway through a particularly interesting episode of PGSM. Rei was doing something particularly Rei-like. Jet was pontificating on the Rei-ness of Rei. When the power flickered, there was a surge of electricity up Jet's arms, and when the power returned, her screen was free of any sign of Rei. The episode was still there, but Rei was not. No Sailor Mars at all. Jet checked the previous episodes; no Rei there, either. She checked her copies of the anime: No Rei. Jet was frantic. "Hey, Doc," she called across the room, "What happened to Rei?" "What?" Said Doc. "You mean that character from the manga that they thankfully left out of all the other versions? Why do you care? She sucked." "But I love her!" Replied Jet Wolf. "No you don't; you've always loved Seiya best," was the response. And this is why Jet Wolf now haunts the internet, spoiling any media she can, exposing plot holes and character inconsistencies, pointing out exactly why your fave is not awesome, until she is able to get her precious Rei Hino back. Be careful. You never know when she will jump out from behind a comment and attack. -- @incorrecttact [All of this is amazing, but I so very much want the backstory on Who Erased Rei Hino. WHO WOULD HATE THE WORLD THAT MUCH]

* You're just here to stomp the village. You have no power, just size 23 heels. You will not be defeated -- Isa [The purity in this is unparalleled.]

* You are strong and powerful, capable of sending your void man minions and excessively loving underdogs to attack others. Babies cry as you steal their candy. Lesbians moan as you punch their toilets. Doc screams in horror as you take not 1 but 2 desserts. Your goal is to take over the town, nay, the world. All shall tremble and cower before your feet, all shall--wait, is that a Rei&Usagi cell? Is that SOCKS? You let the void man take over while you immediately go investigate. That's fine, though. that's exactly how the void man had planned it. -- @kumeko [HOT POCKET HOW COULD YOU BETRA-- oooo, socks!]

* TOWERING GODZILLA STOMP. The mighty Jet Wolf careens through the town like a drunken tornado, causing furniture to spontaneously explode just from being nearby, on a quest to find the PERFECT CHEESE. the mighty jet wolf is eventually defeated by a small tortoiseshell kitten whose adorable mew causes the jet wolf to freeze in place to avoid upsetting it further. -- nerdy-flutterings [Every word of this sounds like it was pulled from my dearest dreams. DO I GET TO KEEP THE KITTEN I NEED TO KNOW]

* The answer to all three: ~*~INSIDIOUS~*~MISANDRY~*~ @rasiqra-revulva [MY TRUEST NEMESIS] (I’d somehow forgotten INSIDIOUS MISANDRY thank you for reminding me that the world can always be just a little bit sillier.)

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I’ll be drawing for the bonus liveblog around the start of THE GIFTENING 2020 (which will be Monday, 11 January 2021). Each bonus question is another chance to earn an entry! AS WE SEE I CAN ABSOLUTELY AND SHAMELESSLY BE BOUGHT.

#THE GIFTENING 2020 #THE GIFTENING 2020 admin stuff #THE GIFTENING 2020 bonus q

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celmation-gibson · 4 years

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The First Drawing to post for this New Decade, and it's the Best of the Movies that I've seen in the Cinemas, and one I've heard of for a while. So here are some Favorite Characters of mine that were fun to Draw, along with the Reviews for the Films.

Missing Link - My First movie to see in the Cinemas of this Year, and it's another Laika Classic, and despite being a Box Office flop, It did receive some very Good Reviews from Critics, and even my Foodtown Boss' Grandchildren saw the Film on a Thursday(?) and they Loved it, so I figured I give this film a watch, and I was amazed at the Final result, An Amazing sight to see that some Folks out there don't know what their Missing. It was directed by Chris Butler, who was co-Director of Laika's other projects 'ParaNorman', and it had an Amazing cast such as Mr. Zach Galifianakis (Felix of 'Bob's Burgers' & Lego Joker of 'the Lego Batman Movie'), Zoe Saldana(Avatar, Gaurdians of the Galaxy), & Hugh Jackman (Van Helsing & Wolverine of the live-Action 'X-Men' films). And once again, the Folks of Laika really did some good Work & Commitment in Making this Film, especially when I loved the Film's settings & Landscaping, and the Action Sequences are Phenomenal, especially in those Action sequences when the Ship rotates with the People in it when it was Struck with the Storm's Big Wave, and How Suspenseful it was when the Characters are dangled into Ice blocks or big icicles, and how shocking on how the Villains' defeat of Lord Piggot-Dunceby, his neurotic right-hand man Mr. Collick, and Bounty Hunter Willard Stenk were killed in Cold Blood, cuz I knew that that Ice Bridge in the Film was gonna Break in a Sequence. Plus there were some Cute Humor in the Film as well, especially after when Mr. Link/Susan Roared at a Dog during a Bar Fight, and after a Moment of Silence, the Dog just attacked on of his Men and the Bar Fight continues (that's when most kids in the Auditorium laughed at that part), and how Susan literally thrown some Objects over the Wall. And I'm always fascinated with Cryptozoology creatures such as Bigfoot, Abominable Snowmen, & the Loch Ness Monster, even when they make me think about that 1970's film entitled 'the Mysterious Monsters'. And even if the film was Distributed by United Artists (a Subsidiary of MGM I suppose), it's kinda Weird now now that it was released on DVD and Blu-Ray from 20th Century Fox, even after Disney's Conquest, but can we still call ML a Non-Disney film, even if some MGM films are being released by FOX under a Contract?

Godzilla: King of the Monsters - Well me and my dad certainly love Giant Monster movies when we were Young, and I certainly remember renting every Godzilla movie on VHS back when Blockbuster was still around, and we certainly enjoyed that one 2014 'Godzilla' movie, unlike the 1998 Matthew Broderick one, so we decided to give this new kaiju movie 'Godzilla: King of the Monsters' a viewing pleasure, not to be confused with the 1956 Americanized 'Gojira' movie starring Raymond Burr. And i gotta say that it was an Epic Thrill-ride of our Lives, even the monsters we were familiar with were Amazing, Godzilla being all greatly Huge and Buffed-up as always in the USA, Rodan looking a-little Sinister lookin', Mothra playing out like the original 'Mothra' movie, starting off as a larva hatching from her Egg, then Evolving into a beautiful Butterfly-like Moth, then King Ghidorah was so Menacing in this one, and being like Lizzie in 'Rampage', he was such a "Pain-in-the-Ass" character, even once being Nicknamed 'Monster Zero', either that Nickname was also used in Japan, or used for one of Ghidorah's old film appearances in the US, that was double-billed with 'War of the Gargantuas'. I even like how they referenced some stuff from Warner Bros. & Legendary Films' 'Kong: Skull Island', as that films along with the 2014 Godzilla, and this Film are all in the same Universe, Monsterverse that is. And how surprising that there are other Kaijus in this Movie that I'm not even certainly familiar about, like that one Arachnid-like featured titan, or the Giant Ape Body/Mammoth Trunk beast, or another Muto(?), and I am wondering if the Demolished Boston at the end of the movie is gonna be the new 'Monster Island'. The human characters were good, I mostly like every member on the character Dr. Mark Russell's team, they seem likable, and the Cast was great, even after looking at the film's Poster befor we went inside the theater, I saw the familiar name of Thomas Middleditch, the same man who did voices in 'Captain Underpants' & 'Bob's Burgers', doing a Live-action role, and while writing this review, I've discovered some other actress who starred in this film include Sally Hawkins, who starred in the previous 2014 Godzilla movie, and also in Guillermo del Toro's 'the Shape of Water, and the woman playing the daughter in this film, also played in 'Stranger Things' as Eleven. And also I love on how the film as a Newer Version of Godzilla's approach-like film that was used in the old films, and even the end Credits have Cover version of Blue Oyester Cult's classic hit 'Godzilla'. And one of the Film's story plot is Fascinating, like how this Earth was once ruled by Giant Titans, until us small Humans have taken over while most of those Titans went Extinct and hiding in the Earth's Spirit.

The Secret Life of Pets 2 - Well, Illumination has done it again, as it Amuses me once before with 'the Grinch', 'Despicable Me 2', 'the Secret Life of Pets', & 'Sing', they have released a Sequel to my Favorite Secret Life of Pets movie that I saw in theaters back in 2016, and now have it on DVD. And when I heard that the Original voice for Max got replaced with a Guy I know of who has a Great Career in Animation, I was like "Whuuut?", but even after reading what Happened to that one Guy, i figured I'd give this Movie a Watch, since I'll like Patton even more. And I gotta say, this Sequel does have some Cute and Lovable moments in the Film, and those Subplots in the Film are Wonderful, leading up to a Story on how to save a White Tiger cub from a Wicked Ringmaster (voiced by Funny voice man, Mr. Nick Kroll(Sausage Party, Sing, Captain Underpants). And Snowball is more luvable in this one as he is in the first Film (Kevin Hart is so Wonderful!), even teaming up with a Cute/Funny character such as Daisy, a Shih Tzu voiced by Tiffany Haddish (who just did a guest voice role in 'Bob's Burgers'). Also with a Cute story on how Max & Duke's owner fall in Love with a Fun Gentleman and have a Kid together, and I love how the Dogs raised the Boy up, by helping him to Crawl & walk, and have Good Animal Instincts, which makes me think that what if my Sister & her Husband had a Pet Puppy that could be a good a Good Companion to my Little Layla niece. And some of the Parts in the Film have Good humor in it, like did I just heard a Cow say "Rat Turd" in front of an auditorium full of Young children? Plus Mr. Harrison Ford(Han Solo in 'Star Wars' & Indiana Jones) was great as a character named Rooster, who tries to Man/Brave up Max and a few characters, after Max has devoted his Life to Little Liam, which led to the Funny Collar on his head. And I'd figured there was something Familiar about that Young Lamb Cotton's voice in the Movie, as he is voiced by Mr. Sean Giambrone, the voice of Jeff in 'Clarence' & Shermy in the 'Adventure Time' series Finale.

Abominable - Well, Dreamworks has done it again, a new film from a Creative Team was made and about to be released soon, and when I saw the Previews of it for the First time, I thought I wasn't too interested in it, especially with the humorous Blueberry gag parts. But after a while, and see that if it looked cuter as Dreamworks' previous film 'Home(2015)', I thought I give it a go, and hopefully it look way better than that one Weird-Looking film in 1995 called 'to catch a Yeti' starring Meatloaf. But for the 'Abominable' film, since the Movie was getting Good Feedback from Reviewers and Viewers, I was Lucky to watch the Film for myself. The Characters were Cute and Funny, almost like the ones from 'Home', especially with Ethnic Protagonists. And the settings and Designs of Asia in the Open Fields, Forests, and Cities are really nice, wishing I could visit and/or live there. And the Great story is like an E.T. Extra Terrestrial thing, expect that the Heroes goes with the Creatures on an Adventure of a lifetime to bring back the Creature to his Beloved Family that they Tried to protect from any threats what's-so-ever. And there are some Amazing plot Twist among the Villainous Characters, like just when you thought the villain was actually an elderly Man who has been hunting Mythical creatures for rewards, but it turns out that the True Villain was actually a Nerdy Woman who thought was a seemingly-gentle Scientist just doing what's right for the World, who almost Barely looks like a geeky version of Kari McKeen of Disney/Pixar's 'the Incredibles', and when she let down her Hair, she may look like a Devious version of Merida of Disney/Pixar's 'Brave'. The Effects in the Movie is Super Nice & Super Awesome, especially in the Yeti's Humming effects, some Action Sequences, and that one moment when the Heroine's Father's Violin broke, the Yeti fixes it by using his own Hair for the String replacements, and I know from that Moment, with Yi's Musical skills and the Yeti's Powers combined, and when the Hearts are Full, and the Heavens are listening, Magic is bound to happen. And for the one other part when the Heroes are Gazing into the Stars, they say that the Stars could be our Ancestors watching over us, and that if we don't see any Stars in the Sky, there will be always there for us, almost like even if for some Folks lost their Love ones, they will always be there, even if we can't see them. But I'm glad i enjoyed the Movie, and I know that some Tween kid group enjoyed it as well, laughing at some Funny Parts in which i enjoyed, sometimes with the Woofing Snakes, "WOOF, there it is, WOOF, there it is".

the Addams Family - Well, a another Fantastic new Animated feature has been made, and it's based off of what I remember from my Childhood, cuz I do remember watching the early 1990's Live-Action movies of the Creepy Family starrring Christopher Lloyd and Christina Ricci, before I knew who some of the Actors were, and I remember the Animated Hanna-Barbera Kooky series on Cartoon Network a while back, even making a Spooky Guest appearance in 'the New Scooby-Doo Movies', but I haven't watched much of their old Ookie Live-action series, and the Family I'm talking about is 'the Addams Family'. And I've read a while back that an Animated CGI feature is gonna be released soon, and I knew back there that that would be interesting for me to see, so I've waited several months for the to be released in Cinemas, and I finally got a chance to do so. It was a Fun and Entertaining movie, and surprising it was made Directed and made by the same team who did the 2016 R-rated Animated film 'Sausage Party' starring Seth Rogan & Kristen Wiig, and the Character designs for the Film were to be based off the old design from the Original Addams Family comics in the old days, and with modern help from Mr. Craig Kellman(Hotel Transylvania, Madagascar). And the voice cast is amazing, we got Mr. Nick Kroll(Captain Underpants) voicing Uncle Fester, Chloe Grace Moretz(Kick-Ass) as Wednesday Addams, Finn Wilfhard(IT, "Beep, Beep, Richie") as Pugsley Addams, Charlize Theron(Kubo and the Two Strings) as Morticia Addams, Bette Midler(Hocus Pocus) as Grandmama, Snoop Dogg as Cousin Itt, Elsie Fisher(Despicable Me) as Parker Needler, even the film's co-director Mr. Conrad Vernon as Lurch ("YYYOOOOOOUUUUUUU RRRAAAAANNNGGGG?!", LOL!!!), a priest that presides over Gomez and Mortica's wedding, the spirit that haunted the abandoned asylum that Gomez and Morticia move into (who often threatened them to get out, much to the family's delight, which i find those Parts to be entirely Hilarious, even in the Theater's Booming Stereo), and Dr. Flambe, a Devil-like relative of the Addams family with fire-like abilities. And the Film's Story is very cute, even with the Film's Opening Scenes on the Origin story of the Addams Family and their "Creative Differences" with other Societies, and it gives me some Good comparisons with Sony's 'Hotel Transylvania' as Creepy Creatures who have lived through the Centuries and Years soon get into Modern times and how other people dealt with Beings like the Monsters of HT and the Addams Family and their Clan. And it would be nice if my Parents were watching the Film with me in the Theaters, cuz during the Film's Ending, me and the people in the Auditorium got a chance to sing-along with the Film's Theme Song, and everyone was Snapping their Fingers to the tune. So If you wanna celebrate Halloween in a Great and Wonderful way, I think that this film is for you, and for all you Goth, Emo, and Young-at-Heart Artists out their who would love a Creepy Treat, and just can't wait to get it on DVD. Klaus - To come clear, I've heard about this movie, and I've even seen some Pencil Tests of it way back then, but I've actually never seen the whole thing, or catch it in a Selected Theater, but I really did see the Film's Trailer. And I would say for a 2D, Hand-Drawn, Frame-by-Frame, Animated feature, these people tried to Improve something for the Classic Animation with their Coloring and Shading type Technique, and even though It's a wonderful Improvement, I wouldn't expect some folks to use this kind of thing more often for Future Celmated Features. As for the Voice cast, I already know who Mr. J.K. Simmons is, but I was surprised to read that the voice man for Mr. Jesper Johansson, is also the guy who played the Villianous Gideon Graves of 'Scott Pilgrim vs. the World' movie.

And sorry if I didn't catch 'IT: Chapter 2' like I did with the first one, But I'm hoping o see some more clips of it online. And I Never had interest in seeing the 2019 'Child's Play', though I still like Ms. Aubrey Plaza & Mr. Mark Hamill. And I had no interest in seeing 'the Angry Birds Movie 2' since I'm never a Big Fan of Thurop Van Orman's creativity. And lastly, I didn't felt like seeing the 'Spies in Disguise' movie ever since Disney's Horrible Conquest of the whole 20th Century Fox media.

#2019 #movies #best of #the addams family #wednesday addams #mothra #godzilla king of the monsters #klaus #susan link #the missing link #everest #abominable #the secret life of pets 2 #snowball #daisy #my artwork #drawing

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ckret2 · 5 years

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Continuity: Godzilla, Monsterverse continuity Characters: Mothra & Godzilla, in a platonic/sibling relationship; with passing mentions of a half dozen other kaiju species. Wordcount: 7000 Summary: How Godzillas keep their young safe when there’s a plague of parasites that wants nothing more than to breed in their corpses; how Mothra’s miraculous rebirths are achieved with nothing more than a few DNA tweaks and a simple biological timer; and how a reincarnating moth and a radioactive lizard form a symbiotic relationship. Notes: Look at me properly formatting this fic instead of tossing up a makeshift summary and going “good enough.” Warnings for some gore and casual cannibalism. My other KOTM fics can be found on my blog under the #my writing tag.

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"So, it's like a bird's entrusted egg."

"What is this, 'Bird's Entrusted Egg'?"

"Entrusting an egg... Some birds will lay their eggs in the nest of another species when they can't care for them."

- Professor Omae, discussing an unhatched Godzillasaurus egg found in a Pteranodon nest (Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla II)

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This was how nature worked:

The Godzillas ran. The Jinshin-Mushi hunted. The Godzillas fought alone. The Jinshin-Mushi fought together.

The Godzillas fell.

The Jinshin-Mushi bred.

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Their species went by many names—phosphor mouths, starbacks, walking fish, screes. They went by many names because they didn't claim any as their own, answering to whatever they were called by others. And worse names: death breaths, crocodile corpses, bug breeders, brood parasites.

Today, he was a brood parasite.

The brood parasite dragged himself onto the island, clutching his one surviving egg close to his chest. He spilled his own blood on the shore, so hot it sizzled where it hit the ground; he could feel stones tearing at the gaping hole in his abdomen, but couldn't lift himself enough to keep from making his wound worse. It didn't matter. He was dying soon anyway.

In his ruined abdomen he could feel the eggs the bug had put in him, nestled hard beneath his hide like tumors. He wished he'd had a chance to put his egg somewhere safe and get far away from it so the incubating bugs wouldn't be able to go straight for his child when they hatched.

He wished he'd been able to put his egg in a nest that he knew he would accept it.

But he didn't have that choice. This was the only nest he could reach. He'd just have to take a chance on the charity of an unproven species and die hoping.

He dragged himself to the nest's narrow opening. Down through the hole, he could barely see the shell of the egg already occupying the nest. Carefully, he lifted his egg and slid it through the opening. His grip slipped. He watched with dread as his one egg rolled down the incline toward the other.

The slope evened out and the egg rolled to a gentle stop, right next to its new sibling.

There. He'd done the best he could for his child. He pushed more soil in front of the entrance, trying to make the opening a little less obvious. And then he turned and dragged himself back toward the ocean. The only thing he could do for his child now was get the bug eggs inside him as far from this nest as possible...

The brood parasite died on the shore.

And then he was just a bug breeder.

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This was how nature worked:

Mothra was born alone, knowing everything.

Mothra grew wings.

Mothra circled the world, visiting her many nests. If a nest's egg was broken or hatched, she laid another to replace it, its DNA encoded with her every memory up until the moment the soft shell closed around the newly-formed embryo. If a nest's egg remained, she touched it with her telepathy, resetting its internal countdown to hatching, encoding her new memories into its DNA.

As long as a Mothra existed to check the nests, no egg would hatch.

Eventually, Mothra died.

The eggs' timers counted down toward the day they were set to hatch.

One egg reached zero.

The egg hatched. Mothra was born alone, knowing everything.

The only species of titan that laid more eggs than Mothra was the Jinshin-Mushi. But, unlike Mothra, the Jinshin-Mushi formed swarms of innumerable parasites. They devoured the world alive.

There was only one Mothra. There was only ever one Mothra.

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Hatching was like waking up after a long sleep, but far slower.

Hatching used to be terrifying—waking up without remembering having fallen asleep, being trapped in a small dark tight place. Mothra used to fear she'd die inside her shell without being able to tear free. So a long time ago, she'd rewritten herself from the inside—she could do that—so that her emotions felt different when she first began to wake up, so that the inside of a shell was no longer frightening.

At first she only changed one egg so that its future incarnation wouldn't feel fear when she hatched. Changing herself like that was always dangerous, always carrying the risk that she’d do something wrong and cause the next incarnation to die; so she was cautious with such alterations and only experimented with one egg at a time.

But eventually that egg's turn to hatch her reincarnation came, and she woke up healthy and safe and calm; and now all of her eggs carried the same change.

Not every egg faithfully recreated her the way it was supposed to. Sometimes the reincarnation that came out couldn't lay eggs, and so he spent that generation protecting his existing eggs all the more fiercely, passing on his memories faithfully and waiting until he could reincarnate as herself again. Sometimes one egg carried two incarnations, and they would tumble into the world together in a confusion, and together she and herself would have to navigate being one person in two bodies—although, usually, one would be sickly and soon die, if not both. Sometimes she would hatch to find another reincarnation already alive, one that had mutated in its shell, one that was small and hard and sharp and mean, one that couldn't speak to other minds and couldn't mentally alter its own body and couldn't speak to its eggs to reset their timers; and for a generation they would live together, and she would fear it would try to kill her.

But never, in all her lives, had she ever hatched from an egg to find a second one sitting next to her.

She stared at it, wondering if maybe she was somehow mistaking a large scrap of the eggshell she'd just ripped out of for an entirely separate egg. But no, it was definitely solid and whole—and it definitely wasn't one of hers. Had someone else dumped one of their eggs in her nest? The audacity! Did they see the opening to her burrow and think it was a convenient little nest they could steal without having to create their own? Or did they hope their child would hatch before she did and have a nice tasty egg to snack on for its first meal? She'd see about that.

With some difficulty, she tipped the hard egg onto its side and pressed her soft squishy new body against it to roll it up and out of her burrow. It radiated life and energy. The opening to her burrow crumbled as she shoved the egg through; she let the dirt and sand rain down on her.

Outside, she let the egg stop, crawled around it, and surveyed her island to see how best she could roll the egg out to sea and be rid of it.

There was a corpse on her island.

It was so massive—ten times her height—that half the meat had desiccated down to jerky before it could rot. A hip bone and broken ribs shone white where they stuck up out of the remains of the meat. In spite of the ancient body’s deterioration, she could still see how its abdomen had been ripped open. She could see the old, round shells of unhatched bug eggs.

Mothra stared in shock at the dead phosphor mouth. And then she looked at the egg.

She understood. She knew how phosphor mouths desperately tried to protect their children from parasites. They'd never tried to leave one with her before—her nests so cold and isolated, with a parent that only checked them every few years—but he'd had no choice.

Her nest was his child's only chance.

She cleared the dirt away from the opening of the burrow, carefully rolled the egg back in, and set it back where she'd found it.

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Her hatching must have awakened the phosphor mouth's egg. Two days after she hatched, it started shaking; the day after that, she saw the first crack in its hard shell. That was probably how its species worked; the eggs must somehow know to hatch when their nestmates hatched, so that their adoptive parents would be more likely to see them as part of their brood. Were other species ever fooled by that, she wondered? She had seen families with a single phosphor mouth among them before, but she'd never known why the eggs hadn't simply been kicked out of the nests like the brood parasites they were. Did other species, like her, pity the eggs?

Phosphor mouths ate her eggs sometimes. They weren't the only species that did so, but they were one. She suspected strongly that sometimes they ate her. She rarely ever knew how she died, since she couldn't pass the memories of her own death on to her eggs—but enough phosphor mouths had tried to eat her that she was sure some must have succeeded. She wasn't their primary prey, but she was their prey. She wondered whether the child inside this egg would know that.

This was an experiment, she supposed. An experiment to see whether she survived. An experiment to see whether a phosphor mouth left in the nest of its prey would see its fellow hatchling as family or food.

The next day, a chip tumbled off the side of the egg. Mothra carefully climbed the egg to peer inside the small hole.

A yellow eye peered back.

And then it was replaced by a snout, trying to poke its way through the hole, snorting and sniffing heavily. Its mind was only just waking up, but it was so curious that it made her feel curious too. She squished her face against the snout.

The phosphor mouth inside squeaked and jerked back. The egg shook as its center of balance shifted.

Mothra dropped back to the ground and left the egg alone.

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Every once in a while, she'd see a muted blue glow from within the egg, accompanied by small yelps, as the phosphor mouth tried to blast its way free. She occasionally rapped on the egg encouragingly, just to let its occupant know that she was still there. Sometimes the occupant rapped back.

It took another two days for phosphor mouth to free himself. She was outside when it happened, but she heard the crackling shell, the thump, and the hatchling's squeak of surprise. When she peered into her burrow, the hatchling was on his side, legs kicking, back plates flickering blue with alarm. He managed to roll onto his stomach and stayed there, flopped in the remains of his shell with his arms down at his sides and his chin on the ground. He was the same vivid green as the trees on her island.

Hello, she thought to him. He spasmed in surprise, got up to a sitting position, and stared up at her. He was too young to think in words yet—but he felt excited to see her. He felt... attached to her.

That was a good sign. It meant that his species probably didn't eat their nestmates. (What would she do if she was wrong, though—or, rather, what would her next incarnation do? If she died now, she wouldn't be able to go to her other nests and pass on her memories, rewrite her eggs so that they'd know that they should smash any brood parasite eggs that made it into their nests. When her next incarnation came to the island to see how her egg was doing, would she see the two smashed eggs and the dead phosphor mouth and be able to tell what happened? She liked to think she'd be smart enough to draw the obvious conclusion.) She crawled down the burrow, and he crawled up to meet her, walking awkwardly on all four.

I am Mothra, she said as he sniffed her. This is my island. You were left in my nest.

Although he didn't have words, she could feel a question in his mind: Mother? Father? She could feel he wasn't asking whether she had laid him—who had laid him was irrelevant to him, never entered his mind—he was asking who were the adults of this nest. Who was protecting them.

She hadn't cocooned yet—she was stronger and lived longer if she waited before cocooning, and anyway she hadn't wanted to be a bag of goo when the phosphor mouth emerge from his egg. No adults, she told him. Just me, another hatchling.

For a moment, he was struck with terror at the thought—No adults. No one to teach us or protect us. But before she could try to reassure him, he pushed through the terror, studied her closely, and came to a decision.

I will protect, he concluded. Sister.

Mothra was taken aback. He'd been out of his shell for only a few moments, he'd been confronted with the possibility that he was going to have to face the world all alone as a baby with only another baby beside him, and his first instinct was to become the other baby's protector. Despite the fact that they weren't even the same species! Despite the fact that, if he'd been a few decades older before meeting her, he would probably be trying to eat her.

I can protect, she told him. And he believed her with the whole-hearted faith with which babies always believed the thoughts she put in their heads. Too young to tell the difference between an inserted thought and an instinct.

And with all concerns about who was going to protect him gone, he wriggled past her—squishing into her side in the process—stumbled up the burrow, and emerged into the sun for the first time.

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Phosphor mouths were cannibals, she discovered.

Almost as soon as he got outside, her new nestmate—her "brother," she supposed—had spotted the corpse of his real parent, gleefully charged over on oversized feet, and started eating its neck.

Mothra stuck out her proboscis. Yuck. She'd do the same in an emergency, but she would never be so happy about it.

He did it with such self-assurance that it had to be an instinct. Maybe that was why the meat hadn't rotted away but toughened in the sun, so it would last until the egg hatched? Maybe the adults expected to die and be fed to their children?

It had to happen a lot, considering that the adults were so likely to die before their children hatched that they'd made a habit of leaving their eggs in other nests.

With a strip of neck meat dangling from his mouth, the hatchling ran around the side of the corpse and dove into the ripped open abdominal cavity. Mothra stuck her proboscis out farther.

She heard a crackling sound, and then a crunching that was far larger than anything he could be biting. She crawled down beside the corpse, trying to see what the hatchling was doing.

He was eagerly kicking and tackling the bug eggs in his parent's abdomen, collapsing them in on themselves, crushing their contents. His mind felt like he was playing. To him, this was a game he was born knowing how to play. Find the meat, eat the meat; find the eggs inside the meat, pop the eggs. It always amazed her how many different species were born ready to play games that would, someday, be turned into desperate fights for their lives. It was how they trained themselves, she knew. Even if nobody took the time to teach them how to fight—and what to fight—they would be driven to teach themselves because it was fun.

She sometimes wondered what instincts she'd had when she'd been born the first time. What games she'd played. But she couldn't remember it.

He kicked one egg and it crumpled in—but something inside stirred. He yelped in alarm, tried to kick it again, and tumbled onto his back. Mothra hurried toward him.

A prematurely born bug scraped and clawed its way out of the egg, hissing, its long eyes glowing red. It swiped at the phosphor mouth.

Mothra splatted a ball of silk against its chest, sticking it inside the remains of its eggshell. And then a second one on its head, and a third on its chest again. The phosphor mouth headbutted its chest until its shrieks gurgled and died and its juices oozed through Mothra's silk.

And then he ate its head.

He turned to look at Mothra, crunching happily through bone shards. We protect each other. He squeakily roared at the dead bug, lights flickering ineffectively up his back plates and ending in a tiny puff of blue; and then he stumbled off to explore the shore.

She was beginning to see why other species liked having a phosphor mouth in their nests.

###

This was how nature worked:

The Godzillas ran. The Jinshin-Mushi hunted. The Godzillas hid their eggs. The Jinshin-Mushi passed over other creatures' nests, seeking only their adult prey.

The Godzillas fell.

The eggs survived.

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I will be asleep for a few days, she told the phosphor mouth. She put into his mind an image of her cocoon. I might dream, but I will probably seem dead. Don't touch me and keep me safe.

"I'll protect you, sister," he reassured her, with a hint of childish giddiness at the thought of the grand battle if he had to keep the promise, but mainly with deep solemnity. His hatchling playfulness had faded fast, along with his early green coloration, shedded like so many scales until all but his belly was a dark blackish-grey; and although he was a happy child—she'd done her best to make sure of that—he was also a thoughtful one. Not curious, not questioning, just thoughtful. Thoughtful—and a little bit skeptical.

I'm going to have wings, she told him. She'd told him before—she'd been warning him about her pending metamorphosis for months, not sure how much preparation he needed to be sure he'd still recognize her once she emerged—but a last reminder didn't hurt. I can control what colors they have. I can even put some images on them. What do you want them to look like?

He considered that a moment. He was—of course—skeptical; but she'd never given him a reason to doubt her. "Can you make them look like anything?"

She found herself marveling at the fact that every single word in that sentence came from a different species's language.

He'd learned to speak from creatures living underwater and on nearby islands, and talked to her now in a hodgepodge of at least twenty languages from seven or eight different species—whatever grammar he felt made his current point and whichever mix of vocabulary he could fit into the shape of his mouth and throat and tongue—and she made up the difference in his comprehensibility by reading his intentions straight from his mind. Most phosphor mouths she'd seen before spoke a heavily accented version of their adopted family's language. She wondered if anyone would ever be able to understand this one besides her.

Not quite anything. And I can't change the shape of my wings. But I can put most things on their surface.

"Do flames!" he said.

Oh. Of course. She'd been reassured by a volcano pter that visited sometimes that all kids had a pyromania phase, but Mothra wasn't entirely sure that didn't just apply to pters.

What would flame look like—red, orange and yellow stripes, make them wiggly and end the stripes in points? I can do flames.

His face lit up.

He watched in rapt fascination as she cocooned herself; and then, as she dissolved into her cocoon, he lost interest—from the outside, it probably didn't look like anything was happening—and drifted off to gnaw at the picked-clean bones of his parent.

Her mind unraveled and she began to rewrite her body.

###

When he saw her flames, he got so excited that he ran around the island yelling blue light at the sky.

And then—to her surprise—he sat down beside her and started playing with her new thin layer of white fuzz, combing his claws through them. Being combed was new. It felt nice.

"Are you always fuzzy?" he asked her.

Only if I have a long time to eat and grow before I change, she said. If I have to change fast after hatching, I'm thinner and smooth.

"How fast can you change after you hatch?"

Within a day, if I need to. But I die a lot sooner.

His hands froze.

Don't worry. I'll die a lot, but I'll always come back. I have eggs all over the world.

"Right." He felt more uncertain than he sounded. She'd told him this before, but he'd never seen it. He would soon enough.

You'll get to see them for yourself soon. It was why she'd metamorphosed. She'd stayed on this island with the young phosphor mouth for as long as she could. The dead phosphor mouth with a belly full of bug eggs probably meant that the bugs were swarming on the mainlands again, and she didn't want to expose a young phosphor mouth to that any sooner than she had to—especially when she wasn't able to teach him to fight, the way a volcano pter or sea serpent could have taught him. The islands were relatively safe; bugs rarely left the main continents. But her eggs would hatch soon if she didn't go to reset their timers. So she had to go. And he was coming too.

She could tell the thought of her dying made him more uncomfortable than he wanted to face—because he tackled her, butting his snout on her wing in a fake bite and growling threateningly. She squeaked in surprise, but she was used to this game, and she quickly tried to knock him over and silk up his hands before he could get a good grip on her. The first time she got out of snout-butting range, she took off, and he called her a cheater.

They stayed one more night—so he could rest and she could stretch her new wings—and then, the next dawn, they set out from their little island.

###

"What's your name?" her brother asked. He was completely submerged except for the end of his tail, sticking out of the water like the tip of an iceberg, and his words were half telepathic and half bubbly gurgles.

Mothra, she replied, perched on an actual iceberg nearby. She kept having to shift her feet to keep them from getting too cold.

"That's your kind." He must have been speaking with the volcano pters; that was the term they used for different intelligent species. "I mean your name."

My kind and my name are the same. Names are to tell apart multiple members of one kind, and there’s only one Mothra.

He was quiet while he considered that. The tip of his tail disappeared underwater. Mothra took off, rubbing her feet together to warm them up.

Volcano pters are named after their nests, her brother said. He was so deep that Mothra could only hear his thoughts.

Yes, I know. Sometimes they ask me where I hatched because they want to call me by my nest. My name would change every time I hatched if I did that.

Is my name Infant Island?

Oh. So that was what he was asking. No, it's not. You're not a volcano pter. She landed, waiting for the inevitable next question.

What's my name?

He didn't have one.

And she felt horrible.

Volcano pters named their kind for their nests—the volcanoes they emerged from. Sea serpents named their kind for the specific shapes and colors of the light that glinted off their scales when they curled through the water, as though their names were written across their bodies and could be read in the sunlight. Skull faces were named for the first sounds they made that sounded like words. She had met phosphor mouths with all three kinds of names, and far more besides—some, even, with multiple names. Phosphor mouths didn't have names of their own; they accepted whatever names were given to them by the people around them.

Mothra, whose name and species were synonymous, who was born over and over already knowing her name—it had never occurred to her that her brother would need her to give him a name.

Once, one of her mutated false reincarnations, small and hard and sharp and mean, unable to enter Mothra's mind, had insistently pressed itself to her side until she entered its. Give me a name, it had pled, desperate and afraid. Don't you know a thing without a name isn't alive? Give me a name or I'll take yours. She had named her nightmare Battra.

She hadn't named her own brother.

He surfaced before she had a chance to answer him, clutching the sunken egg he'd been rescuing. He looked up at her, head just over the surface of the water, eyes wide and curious, gills half out of water and rippling, and—

Sweetiefish, she told him. You're my Sweetiefish.

She'd come up with the name on the spot. She was relieved when he was delighted.

Mothra landed on the iceberg and her brother—Sweetiefish—climbed up beside her.

He dropped the egg next to her and asked, "Is it still good?"

She lay on top of it, pressing her face to the frozen shell, listening for her dreaming future self inside.

Nothing.

No, she said. It's dead. It probably isn't even good to eat.

"Oh." Sweetiefish radiated disappointment. Mothra rolled the egg off the iceberg and back into the water.

Come. She lifted off and fluttered toward the island that the egg had rolled off of. Sweetiefish sank back underwater and followed her. We'll make my next nest in a hill where a glacier can't carry the egg away. We'll have to stay here a few days so I can lay a new egg.

Can I bring you food?

She'd told him that she needed to eat a lot when she was going to lay an egg, and plantlife was sparse and small this far north.

Just don't go farther than I can hear you.

And he didn't.

But she wouldn't be able to keep him so close forever.

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"Evolution" is defined as a change in the inheritable characteristics of a biological population over successive generations, as expressed in the genes passed on from parent to offspring.

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Mothra traveled between her nests more slowly, now that she had a juvenile phosphor mouth tagging along. They moved fast over water, where Sweetiefish could easily swim fast enough to keep up with her; but more than once she had to leave him behind somewhere safe for a day or two so she could reach eggs deep in continents.

She was afraid to leave him alone for too long. The world wasn't overrun with bugs like she'd feared, but it was still half-barren from the last plague, and the remaining starving bugs crawled around looking for food. Sweetiefish was younger than their usual prey and wouldn't make a good meal for many bugs or good incubator for many eggs; but he was healthy and strong, and had a tendency to start flashing threats at any unidentified moving object that was larger than his eye. She didn't know if he knew to be afraid of bugs. To this day he still liked stepping on and popping round hollow things, but that wouldn't be much help against a full-grown bug.

Once, she hatched alone.

She didn't know what had happened to her last incarnation; all she remembered was seeing a bug in the sky heading in the direction she'd left Sweetiefish, and frantically resetting the egg's timer to hatch immediately before tearing off after it. If her last incarnation hadn't come back to re-extend the egg's timer, then she'd died fighting the bug. But had she won? Was her brother okay?

She forced herself to metamorphose in a few hours and came out hungry and frail and small, but fast and sharp. She tore off toward the coast.

She found herself—her last self— and she found the bug, both dead. They'd only been dead for a few days. They hadn't made it to the coast—but the bug might have signaled its siblings. She stopped long enough to eat her previous incarnation's corpse for strength, leaving the fire-patterned wings, and raced on to the coast.

He was where she'd left him, curled up just off shore, letting the surf wash over him and over him, nervous in his aloneness. The moment he spotted her, he clambered to his feet, shaking himself dry as he ran onto the shore to meet her. He wanted to know why she'd taken so long. He wanted to know why she looked so small and weak. Was she okay? Did she get in a fight? Was she hungry? Why were her wings green now?

Because she hadn’t wanted to be seen as she raced over the forests back to him.

She relocated all of her eggs to coastlines—bays, islands, straits, deep river deltas. They would be more vulnerable there, where aquatic ovivores would have an easier time crawling ashore to get at them; but it meant she'd never have to leave her brother behind.

She rewrote her eggs so that all of her future selves would place their eggs on the coast, too.

###

Mothra lost more and more eggs now. Each time she made her rounds, she had to stop for long periods to form and lay another egg—which meant she slowed down, which meant she couldn't visit her eggs as often. Laying so many eggs in one lifetime wore her out. Sweetiefish asked if she could lay them less frequently, then pleaded for her to stop; and when she said she couldn't—her future survival depended on it, even if it meant threatening her short-term survival—he lurked nearby, whining unhappily as she strained to grow another healthy egg.

Her lives were shorter. Two eggs in a row hatched mutated and sharp. She had to replace more and more eggs. Maybe she should just have fewer nests and visit them more often.

"I'll protect your eggs," Sweetiefish said.

What do you mean? Mothra had felt him brooding on the problem of her eggs for days now. He was old enough to do that now, brood rather than just think. He wasn't quite as large as the typical adult phosphor mouth, his belly was still a pale foggy grey, and his back plates were still mostly rounded—but the plates were just starting to develop their sharper points, and he had an adult's roar.

Adult phosphor mouths, she'd learned from other adoptive families, visited their home nests, but usually lived solitary lives in the ocean. She'd wondered—and worried—about when he'd decide that it was time for him to go. She'd lived a dozen lives next to her little brother. She wasn't ready for him to leave.

But it seemed he was ready. "Your eggs are eaten because nobody's scared to eat them," he told her. "Even if you're there when someone attacks, all you do is tie them up or get poison scales on them that knock them out a few minutes. Of course they come back and try again when you're gone. If I'm there, I can kill them."

Mothra winced at the thought of it. She knew he could—she knew he had—but all the same, she hated the thought of killing. She was expendable; she could die and die again and forever come back. But everyone else—for them to die meant a person vanishing from the world forever. No one else had eggs that carried their next selves. They would not rise again. And the thought of that, of people around her ending, made her ache.

But Sweetiefish was determined. And if she kept losing eggs at this rate...

"I can swim between all your nests now," he insisted. "I can make a route like you do. I can check on them all the time. If I catch anyone trying to eat one, I can kill them. If they've already eaten one, I can track them down and punish them."

But how will I know where you are? she asked. What if you get in trouble?

"I can protect myself if I'm in trouble."

We protect each other!

He balked at that. "You can hear me, can't you?" he said. "Won't you be able to hear me if I'm in trouble?"

She thought about that. From across a continent? Across the world? she asked. I don't think I can. But—maybe I could.

He began his patrols. She followed along—which slowed him down, but she promised it would only be until she could adjust her eggs just right.

It took three tries. The first time she ruined her hearing completely. The second time, she could hear far too much, much too far, and ultimately it ruined her hearing again. But the third time, she got what she wanted: after metamorphosing, when she closed her eyes, when she focused hard, no matter where she was, she could hear his heart beating and the distant rumble of his mind.

###

Mothra heard Sweetiefish scream from halfway around the planet.

She tore off as fast as she could. She was grateful that she was currently fully grown; but she wished she was more aerodynamic. Her fuzz dragged against the air. She was too slow. She needed to get to him faster, faster, faster.

It was over by the time she reached him. She didn't know what had attacked him; just that she could see the blood it had left behind long before she landed, and she wasn't sure how much of it was from the attacker and how much was from her brother.

She could hear his thoughts long before they were close enough to speak: You're wearing the fire wings again. The ones you made for me.

I like the fire wings. She tried not to let him feel her terror.

His neck, his chest, his arm were lacerated. The bleeding had slowed, but it started again every time he tried to move. He lay on his side in front of her burrow, blocking it with his body.

Who did this? She landed next to him.

"Three-headed freak," he growled. "Flying. Lightning. Couldn't understand him."

She went cold with terror. She knew them.

She'd seen a meteor crash down, tracked it, and found three creatures sharing one body tugging themselves out of it like they'd hatched from it. She'd felt that they were like her—that their minds could speak to other minds. She'd tried to greet them. She'd tried to ask their name.

They had no name. A thing without a name isn't alive. She'd feared them then.

She'd felt their fear of her, and they'd fled.

She hadn't seen them since.

Were they hunting her eggs now? Were they destroying her future incarnations? Had they attacked her brother just because she'd frightened them?

She ran her legs over Sweetiefish's wounds uselessly—even if she cleaned them and kept him safe, she didn't know if they could heal before he died.

Maybe he couldn't heal himself. But...

Let me in! I need to get to my egg!

He could only shift a little bit, rolling on his side—it looked so much like the pose his parent must have died in, torn open on yet another island between her burrow and the shore—no. No, no, she wasn't going to let that happen. She crawled into her burrow and clung to her egg.

She could rewrite herself.

In her cocoon, she could rebuild herself from dust and liquid into a new body, a whole living body. She could shed poisonous scales from her wings that paralyzed her targets. What if she made a potion instead of a poison? What if instead of paralyzing whoever she shed them on, she gave them the ability to do what she did—to regrow from dust and liquid, to regrow from torn flesh and blood—to heal wounds instantly, to be filled with life?

She only had one chance.

She clung to her egg, forehead pressed to the shell, not so much rewriting the future incarnation inside as tearing the existing writing into fragments and sticking it back together in new ways, please, please, please let this work—

She set the egg to hatch immediately. The incarnation inside didn't waste a moment gently shifting around in the shell, but rather fought, struggling to get out so they could save their brother. She waited for the incarnation in the shell to make the first crack, and then tore it open the rest of the way herself, ripping her duplicate incarnation into the world.

It hurt to be ripped into the world. And it would hurt to cocoon herself so fast. But they didn't have a choice.

"What... are you...?" Their brother's voice was weak and gravelly. The grown Mothra had been helping the younger spin her cocoon—every second counted—but at Sweetiefish's voice, she scrabbled to the mouth of their burrow to reassure him.

It's okay, she told him, butting her head against his and hoping he couldn't feel her fear. We'll save you. Just hold on.

"'We'?" he asked. "No, don't—I got hurt saving your egg, don't make it mean nothing—"

I'd rather have you than one egg, she said angrily. Anyway, it's too late. I already did. Just hold on a little bit longer.

The moment she felt her younger incarnation's mind stir again inside the cocoon, she scrambled back down, helping to tear it open and set her free. She was the spindliest and weakest that Mothra had ever been, shaky on legs like twigs, a shriveled abdomen that would never lay eggs, a head almost too heavy to lift. The elder had to support her as they climbed up to the opening of the burrow. Please, please, please—

This should heal you. Feebly, the younger Mothra brushed her wings over their brother, shedding the loose scales on him.

He flinched, and looked weakly up at them. "Your poison?"

It's not poison anymore. It shouldn't be poison. I rewrote it. It'll help you. I promise.

It stings. He squeezed his eyes shut, jaw tight.

I'm sorry. Just hold on.

They could feel his flesh heating up under the scales; they could see the scales working into his hide as they crumbled apart, smaller and smaller. They could very nearly see his wounds begin to heal. But it wasn't enough. He needed more.

The elder Mothra ripped off the younger's wings.

Sweetiefish's eyes shot wide open as her pain echoed through his mind. He roared feebly. What are you—?!

It's okay. It's okay. Just wait. She shredded and crumbled the wings, grinding them into his wounds, ignoring his screams—and then, when the wings were gone, the body of her younger incarnation. She endured the pain, trembling.

This was one of the only times she would remember how her own death felt.

There was nothing left to give. Her brother's flesh was burning to the touch. He was glowing red. But he was healing—wasn't he? She could see his wounds closing. She could feel his strength returning to him.

Until, finally, half wild with pain, he lurched to his feet, stumbled away from her burrow, and launched himself into the ocean. Steam billowed out of the water around him.

It was several minutes before she could get anything from his mind but overwhelming pain. Are you okay?

I'm alive.

That was good enough.

You got rid of your poison, he said. How will you protect yourself?

I'll put it somewhere else. She could make a stinger. Turn the poison into a liquid venom.

You died for me.

It isn't the first time, she said. You're my Sweetiefish. I'll die a million more times to save you. Just make sure I can come back a million and one times.

He crawled back onto the shore, stood wearily, and trudged up to her. "Always," he said. "We protect each other."

Always.

###

"Evolution" is defined as a change in the inheritable characteristics of a biological population over successive generations, as expressed in the genes passed on from parent to offspring.

Over several generations, rewriting the genes of her eggs one by one to make sure she could better protect Godzilla, Mothra evolved herself into a sister.

###

Humans were the smallest intelligent species that Mothra had ever seen. She adored them. Together, they built structures out of wood and stone the size of a normal creature's nest. Even as large as one of her nests.

She wondered if they'd build nests for her, too.

She visited the human cities with the largest buildings—she liked the ones that looked like free-standing hills with flat sides and even corners—and in each city, found twin sisters, and modified one so that she would be like her: able to birth her own replacement without a mate. She guaranteed that her chosen would also birth twins, so that they could share the heavy mental load of her vast mind. Life, she had found, was so much easier with a sibling.

Then she waited for a new generation to be born and grow; and with the twins as her representatives, she spoke to the humans: she told them that she would like their help to build a stone nest around one of her eggs. She would help them in the construction, and she would offer their city her protection if they accepted. If they didn't want to, she would respect their decision.

Some didn't accept. She left them in peace.

But most accepted.

And when others came along to threaten the civilizations that harbored her eggs, as the divine moth had promised to the humans, a creature with a scream like blue fire rose from the ocean to defend them. And above him, like sunbeams through the storm, the moth herself appeared to fight alongside him, with the eyes of her warrior emblazoned upon her wings.

###

This was how nature worked:

A Godzilla risked his life to guard Mothra nests.

Mothras gave their lives to save the Godzilla's.

By chance, a single Godzilla and a single Mothra were brother and sister.

But there was only one Godzilla. All Mothras were one Mothra.

This was how two species evolved a symbiotic relationship.

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