#i love a big cape i love a big building i love a giant cold light

[baomien]

wreaking a little robin havoc

#theres so many things i wanted to do with this but ended up not doing #tffo #baobart #i love a big cape i love a big building i love a giant cold light

[doubledgesword-2]

Can I request a platonic Ruggie x fem reader. Where the reader is a mischievous and cheerful prankster, who's a childhood friend of Ruggie where they've known each other since kindergarten. Other than Ruggie, the reader never had any friends. The reader and Ruggie are as close as siblings. (Not actually siblings but they think of each other as that). And since she was just a regular human (even if she had magic like most people did) she wasn't as physically strong as the girls from the town she and Ruggie grew up in so he would always be protective of her.

Ooof of course! I feel I always come back after a month or two with all the answers to every request T-T Here's this extra foamy matcha tea. I hope you like it, enjoy! (the art below is not mine)

Protective Ruggie who met you in the streets when you were both children. You were scavenging for stale bread at the doorstep of the town’s baker and he followed you into the dumpster alleyway when the baker noticed your scrawny self taking space at the entrance of his shop and kicked you away. He kept following the tail of your tattered cape all the way into a rundown building.

“Here” His hand shot out and your nervous eyes looked up to see half a loaf of bread hanging in front of you.

Like a scared cat, you slowly approached him and grabbed the bread once more hiding in your spot.

Protective Ruggie who once he discovered you were human he made a promise to you and himself to never let anything happen to you.

Ruggie looked around the falling down place, wood was sticking out from the giant hole in the ceiling, the smell of dust permeated the place and you barely had a small cot with dirty blankets to cover yourself and sleep. There was a small lion plush who’s yellow and orange color had turned brown from time and lack of washing.

“So, this is where you live, huh? It’s kind of nice.” You weren’t paying him any attention as you scarfed down the bread. Ruggie came ever closer to you until he pulled back the hood from your makeshift cape.

You gasped grabbing the hood once more and aggressively pulling it over your head again.

“You’re…human” His voice sounded amazed like he had never seen a human “Nah, you’re a hyena just like me, your ears and tail must be so small because you are not eating well. I’ll bring you food so you can grow bigger”

Protective Ruggie who washed your clothes and lion plush the moment you trusted him enough and taught you how to wash clothes, cook, and clean.

“Here, when we save enough money, I’ll buy you a new one” the once brown and tattered lion plush had been restored to its former glory, his grandmother had even sewed a button to make up for the missing eye.

You hugged the plush to your heart “It’s okay I love this one because big brother fixed him” Ruggie felt his cheek flush and the tip of his ears heat up at you comment. His lazy eyes fell on you and a sense of pride and protectiveness washed over him: He was your big brother.

Protective Ruggie who kept his promise and brought you bread and nice leftover food from his grandmother. He coaxed you out of your shell with jokes and taught you how to be swift and thrifty with the things you found.

“You have to be quick when turning the wrist, but not too quick because then people will be attracted to the hand and they will see the coin”

Protective Ruggie who often let you stay with him and his grandmother when it was rainy outside or cold.

“Grandma, this is (Y/N), she’s, my friend. (Y/N) this is my grandmother, hihihi” Ruggie was so excited to finally present you to his grandmother.

“You’re an adorable little beastie.” His grandmother knew you were human but she couldn’t help making you feel like you belong.

You blushed and greeted her warmly.

“It’s nice to meet you, nana”

Protective Ruggie who taught you how to prank people and be overall mischievous, even though it often got you into trouble and he had to come help.

“I’m so sorry, sir, this is my little sister, she’s still growing and doesn’t know any better” You were gripping his shirt kneeling beside him on the ground, making your eyes big and innocent.

“Very well, get away. I don’t want to deal with you two again” the merchant dismissed you and the two of you ran away laughing.

“Hey, you have to be more helpful, I won’t always be there to protect you…” if you would’ve been a beastfolk, your ears would be lowering in shame “You have to be sneakier so you don’t get caught, hehehehe”

You smiled up at him and he grabbed your hand leading you to nana’s house.

“Come, the other kids are waiting for us to play”

Protective Ruggie who used his special magic “laugh with me” on your bullies and made sure to bandage your scrapes.

“Laugh with me” he said cheerfully, a malicious glint in his lazy eyes as he punished those two entitled idiots who thought they could mess with you and throw you around.

After he had taken care of those two, he turned to you

“I’m okay, it’s just a scrape” you told him.

“We can bandage it at grandma’s house, come on” he offered his hand and helped you stand.

Protective Ruggie who consoled you the night you heard the news that he was going away to some fancy magic school and was going to leave you behind. You had been crying in his lap ever since.

“But why do you have to leave? Can’t you learn magic here? Who’s going to prank the others with me? Why can’t I go with you?”

“Hihihihi, (Y/N) it’s an all-boys school for magic I wouldn’t want you near there, plus it’s only for a couple of months, I’m still coming over for break and summer, you can save the prank plans until then. Also don’t get into trouble, I won’t be here to help” his voice was his often-cheery tone, but you could tell he was still coming to terms with the idea of leaving you and his grandmother behind.

Ruggie petted you until you fell asleep on his bed and in the morning the carriage came to pick him up.

Protective Ruggie who was so excited and surprised when he was bombarded with confetti and water balloons while on an errand for Leona.

Bam! Confetti and paper swirls were gracefully falling from the ceiling, covering everything in range including the target of the prank.

“Surprise!!” you screamed with a small jump; hands raised in the air with a blinding smile on your lips.

“Tehehehe” Ruggie giggled after the first seconds of surprise, “You’re getting better, that might be a problem” his hair, shirt and vest were all covered in confetti and paper party swirls.

Leona and Jack were standing behind you smirking and smiling while you held a box of his favorite sprinkle doughnuts.

Ruggie’s eyes widen as he looked over at what you were wearing; the Savannahclaw uniform tailored for a girl like you.

“Guess who came for me after you left?”

Ruggie giggled and gave a big hug covering you in confetti as well. Now he had to think of ways to keep you away from those pesky beastfolks who might try stuff. After all his little sister must be protected.

#fanfic #twst leona #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland fic #twisted wonderland fandorm #twst wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst imagines #twst ruggie #twisted wonderland ruggie #ruggie x reader #ruggie x y/n #some fluff #fluffy #disney twisted wonderland

[rhaegaring]

IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. A PLAYLIST FOR EXANDRIA UNLIMITED: CALAMITY.  

ZERO. |  FOR US ALL. (SONGS FOR THE GROUP)

i. it’s the end of the world as we know it | the rescues  //  and i feel fine.  ii. running up that hill | kate bush  //  if we only could make a deal with god, get him to swap our places.  iii. grapevine fires | death cab for cutie. // it’s only a matter of time before we all burn.  iv. i see fire | jasmine thompson  //  if this should end in fire, we should all burn together.  v. warning call | chvrches  //  look down at the cold ground, no one try to break the fall. 

ONE |  SEELIE YOU, LATER. (LOQUATIUS) 

i. the ice is getting thinner | death cab for cutie  // nowhere we can go and nothing underneath. the ice kept getting thinner under you and under me.  ii.  as it was | harry styles // nothing to say when everything gets in the way. iii. take me out all night | scissor sisters // you’re handsome, like to talk and a whole lotta fun. but your girl’s gone missing.  iv. finesse | cardi b & bruno mars // blame it on my confidence, or blame it on your measurements.  v. you don’t know me | son lux // you see my face in the stars, i feel you tracing my scars. you don’t know me at all. 

TWO |  IT’S A BOON. (NYDAS)

i. big poppa | notorious b.i.g. // giving ends to my friends and it feels stupendous ii. pure morning | placebo // a friend in need is a friend indeed, a friend who bleeds is better.  iii. ends of the earth | lord huron // there’s a world out there that was meant to be seen iv. the bitter end | scala & kolacny brothers // every step we take is synchronised, every broken bone reminds me v. do me a favour | the arctic monkeys // curiosity becomes a heavy load, too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold. 

THREE |  MOVE OR DON’T. (LAERRYN) 

i. if i had a heart | fever ray // crushed and filled with all i found: more, give me more, give me more.  ii. all this and heaven too | florence + the machine // i would give it all if only for a moment that i could just understand  iii. gladiator | zayde wolf // i see the locked doors but i got the key. gladiator - i picked a fight with the gods, i’m a giant slayer.  iv. the night we met | lord huron // i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.  don’t know what i’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you. v. strange and beautiful | aqualung // you turn every head that you see, but you don’t see me. 

FOUR |  DO THINGS IN YOUR OWN TIME. (CERRIT) 

i. you don’t mess around with jim | jim croce // you don’t tug on superman’s cape, you don’t spit into the wind. ii. helplessness blues | fleet foxes // a functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me. i don’t know who to believe.  iii. build yourself | lauren o’connell // my sense of truth is waning, dragging right behind my pride. losing feels graceful when i pretend my hands were tied.  iv. infra-red | placebo // there is no running that can hide you.  v. roslyn | bon iver & st. vincent // wings wouldn’t help you. down fills the ground. 

FIVE |  KNOWLEDGE. (PATIA) 

i. capital g | nine inch nails // don’t tell me how power can corrupt a person, you haven’t had enough to know what it’s like ii. lost it to trying | son lux // give in and get out. we rise in the dying. iii. house of mercy | sarah jarosz // don’t try to wear me down, you’ll never get inside this house iv. in the air tonight | scala & kolacny brothers // i’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh lord.  v. control | garbage // the world might end, the night might fall. maybe i’ll hold my breath and jump right in. 

SIX |  KNEEL TO NO GOD. (ZERXUS)

i. higher love | james vincent mcmorrow // worlds are turning and we’re just hanging on, facing our fear and standing out here alone.  ii. transatlanticism | death cab for cutie // the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row, it seems farther than ever before. iii. through the valley | shawn james // surely goodness and mercy will follow me for all the days of my life.  iv. ruination day, pt. 2 | lauren o’connell // when the iceberg hit, well they must have known that god moves on the water.  v. no church in the wild | jay-z, various. // what’s a king to a god? what’s a god to a non believer?

#exu calamity #*mine. #playlist #critical role #loquatius seelie #exu loquatius #laerryn coramar seelie #laerryn x loquatius #patia porco #exu patia #nydas okiro #exu nydas #zerxus ilerus #exu zerxus #exu cerrit #cerrit agrupnin #exandria unlimited #save.

[grandaddy-of-all-liars]

Hello my’ mellows, today I will be telling you about Ren and Stimpy characters that I don’t think get enough attention.

Mr Horse

No one talks about him and it weirds me out. he’s not only a FANTASTIC critic but also a snazzy dresser, I mean have you seen that suit he was wearing in Ren Seeks Help? He also was in the army so it’s clear he’s very strong. And to top it all off he’s a very handsome, and I’m surprised that not many people haven’t fell heads over heels over him.

Muddy the Mudskipper

This one is a little more understandable since he didn’t have much of a role in the series, but I still thinks he deserves a mention. KILLER theme song, and cares for his friend enough to take him to a mental asylum to get help (I’m referring to Ren Needs Help). Also is a Hollywood big shot so that’s pretty cool.

The headless boy from APC

I know I briefly already mentioned him in the comment section on your last post, but I feel like I should mention him here too. Some how can operate just fine without a head which is very impressive. Had a kinda cute moment with Stimpy when they were building that house (well chimney I mean). Despite seeming to lose everything and living in a hole he still tried to have as much fun as he possibly can. Overall this character is just wholesome in general and I wish we could see more of him.

Ren’s Mom from APC

This one is gonna be a bit biased since I have a bit of a crush on her, I mean she’s practically a girl version of Ren that fact alone is enough for my lesbian brain go “ME WANT GIANT CHIHUAHUA WIFE” which is a weird thought to have since she’s not a giant, anyway enough of what ever this is let’s get on with the real reasons. She’s very beautiful, but deserves a much better marriage. A lovable psychopath just like her son (this is based off of speculation).

I hope you enjoyed my little TED talk and let me know if you think I missed any (which I probably did). Well bye for now!

i enjoyed reading EVERY word of this thank you so much for sharing your two cents! super ask, thank you for helping me not terminally hyperfix on Ren 0_o

also [chihuahua wife panic], sdhchfhczrf how did I fail to appreciate such a catch that is his mom, I cried when I saw this 💔

ok so we concur:

dapper Mr Horse🔺️

Muddy (the tune is on mental repeat now)🔺️

Headless Boy 🔺️(when hes embarassed and crosses his feet and hangs his lil larynx in shame 🥺)

Ren's stone cold fox Mom🔺️ (does she have a name? confession: i had a kind of awakening when her skirt lifted to reveal the garters 👀)

Submitting for your approval:

Wilbur Cobb - the shit he says plus he's like actively decaying idk why it makes me hysterical. he's completely batshit but kinda sharp still, i mean, pro tip: 'if you call everything crap you're never wrong'

Chuck - i think i actually like him more as a character foil for Ren bc he eggs him on to the point we get to see another side of Ren's pathos, and i like to imagine Ren was once secretly in love with him

Jasper - ok maybe i'm too narrowly focusing on the brotherhood of the dog here, the canine antics are so much fun. wish he were a recurring cameo

Eggyolkeo - please don't hate me for this >.< inanity is my lover and this character is just so hokey and ridiculous i can't not celebrate him. when he performs on stage and Elvis-struts in his cape and gargled into the mic i lost it. plus seeing the boys being all parental is just so darn cute, despite the poor ending

well thank you so much for having me on the show, i had a lot of fun here tonight :) seriously thank you for the stellar topic!!!! i'm sorry it took me forever to reply please feel welcome to send more, i should be getting my life back from work a bit soooooon

#ren and stimpy #ren & stimpy #answered #i love these asks its so awesome to hear about what you like and how you enjoy this random 90s cartoon most know only as memes/gifs #thank you :)

[bubblestheraccoon]

Music Mixes

Lumberjanes “Arts and Crafts” Program Field

Treble Maker Badge

“Some Risks are worth the Reward”

Music fuels the mind and thus fuels creativity. A creative mind has the ability to make discoveries and create innovations. The greatest minds and thinkers like Hildegard von Bingen, Barbra Strozzi, and Florence Mary Taylor all had something in common in that they were constantly exploring their imagination and creativity. As a Lumberjane it will be vital that we not only enrich our minds, but enrich those around us. Music is just one of the many mediums that can create an empowering environment, it is one of the few mediums that can be enjoyed at any time.

Finch’s Notes:

This post is based on a section from the bonus content from Lumberjanes: To The Max Edition Volume One. I did not create these playlist, their titles, or the blurb at the top of the post. If any of the links are wrong or broken, or if I should add any more disclaimers for song content, please feel free to let me know!

*D-Slur Warning.

**Only version of the cover I could find on youtube, here’s a version of song without the extra audio but it’s on a Russian website that overwrote my adblocker a little bit so visit it at your own risk. Here’s the song it was covering if you want that instead.

***Could not find cover on youtube. Link instead goes to band camp.

****F-Slur Warning.

Fox Fight Jams! By April!

Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks

Bad Reputation by Joan Jett

Run the World (Girls) by Beyonce

Northshore be Tegan & Sara

Woo Hoo by The 5 6 7 8s

Wilderness by Sleater-Kinney

Wolf by Now, Now

Spin Around by Josie and the Pussycats

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Theme

Jet Pack by Dog Party

Pirates by Jenny Owen Youngs

Dance Apocalyptic by Janelle Monae

Bamboo Bones by Against Me!

Push It by Salt-n-Pepa

I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift

Up All Night by One Direction

Roar by Katy Perry

Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor

Say You'll Be There by the Spice Girls

Ribs by Lorde

Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks (”Best Song Ever”-April)

River Adventure Mix of dooooom by Mal

I Was An Island by Allison Weiss

Shark In The Water by V.V. Brown

Let's Submerge by X-Ray Spex

Eyes Open by The Gossip

Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill*

Giant Kitty by Shonen Knife

I Won't Follow by the Secret Someones

4Ever by The Veronicas

Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne

Take Me Away by Fefe Dobson

Borne On The FM Waves by Against Me! & Tegan Quinn

Ain't It Fun by Paramore

3 Small Words by Josie and the Pussycats

Anchor by Letters To Cleo

That's Not My Name by The Ting Tings

Independent Woman Part 1 by Destiny's Child

Crush by the Sleigh Bells

Oh! by Sleater-Kinney

Tropical by Plumtree

Rhiannon by Best Coast or Fleetwood Mac 

The Con by Tegan & Sara

The Competition by Kimya Dawson

Cave Tunes by Molly

I Have Confidence by Julie Andrews

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell

Tightrope by Janelle Monae feat Big Boi

Just A Dream by Taylor Swift

Heartbreak Dream by Betty Who

Corner of the Sky by the Jackson 5

Valerie by Amy Winehouse

I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston

Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn

Let It Go by Idina Menzel

Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations

Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash

Jolene by Dolly Parton

Rock ‘n Roll High School by Shonen Knife

Don’t Save Me by HAIM

The Cave by Dia Frampton**

She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert

This Is For by Ingrid Michaelson

Cut It Off by Mal Blum

Smash Into You by Beyonce

Jen’s Perfect Camp Mix by Ripley

Gravity Falls Theme Song

Summertime by Audra McDonald

Strong Enough by Kina Grannis

(You’re So Square) Baby, I Don’t Care by Cee Lo Green

Waterfalls - TLC

Just A Girl by No Doubt

Nobody Knows Me At All by The Weepies

I’m Beginning To See The Light by Ella Fitzgerald

Bad Girls by M.I.A.

Spice Up Your Life by the Spice Girls

Magic To Do by Patina Miller & Ensemble

***Flawless by Beyonce

Come On by Josie And The Pussycats

Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey

Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles

Jo’s really rad! Mix by Jo

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Theme

Androgynous(Live) by Joan Jett and Against Me!

Tous Les Memes by Stromae

Sunshine by Rye Rye feat M.I.A.

L.E.S. Artistes by Santigold

What About Your Friends by TLC

Just One Of The Guys by Jenny Lewis

Melody by Kate Earl

Red Cape by Priscilla Ahn

No Wow by The Kills

I Found You by Tilly and the Wall

Do You Remember the Morning by Kid in the Attic***

Cheerleader by St. Vincent

Concrete Wall by Zee Avi

You Can Count On Me by Panda Bear

Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac (”<3″-Jo)

Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds

Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie

Oblivion by Grimes

Q.U.E.E.N. by Janelle Monae and Eryka Badu

Rapid Decompression by Against Me!

Roanokes Rule: The Mix[!][!][!] by April

Rattlesnake by Saint Vincent

Transgender Dysphoria Blues by Against Me!****

Amazon by M.I.A.

Another One Bites The Dust by Queen

Art-I-Ficial by X-Ray Spex

Separate Rooms by Now, Now

What’s Mine Is Yours by Sleater-Kinney

Sci-Fi Wasabi by Cibo Matto

Tennis Court by Lorde

Son Of A Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac

Desire Lines by Deerhunter

Hot and Cold by Ex Hex

White Daisy Passing by Rocky Votolato

Misguided Ghosts by Paramore

For The Best by Gregory and the Hawk

The Hymn Of Acxiom by Vienna Teng

Capture The Flag by Broken Social Scene

From A Shell by Lisa Germano

Rosie’s Turn

Feeling Good by Nina Simone

Annabelle Lee by Sarah Jarosz

Terrible Things by April Smith & The Great Picture Show

You Can’t Be Told by Valerie June

Wild Geese Blues by Gladys Bentley

The Day Is Short by Jearlyn Steele

One Dime Blues by Etta Baker

Hard Way Home by Brandi Carlile

The Devil’s Paintbrush Road by The Wailin’ Jennys

To The Bone by Okou

Panic Cord by Gabrielle Aplin

Cups (You’re Gonna Miss Me) by Lulu and the Lampshades

Crayola Doesn’t Make A Color For Your Eyes by Kristin Andreassen

Complimentary Me by Elizabeth & The Catapult

Blue Spotted Tail by Kina Grannis

Sorry About The Doom by Slow Club

You Know I’m No Good by Amy Winehouse

From Texas: Big “D” by Julie Andrews & Carol Burnett

Finch’s Notes Cont:

Hi! I made this post to avoid work. But mostly I made this post because Lumberjanes is something really important to me, and these playlist are a part of my enjoyment of Lumberjanes I don’t see people talking about a lot! So I decided to make a post in order to share them with y’all. I remember hunching over my phone making a spotify playlist (here, though it’s missing a few songs that aren’t on spotify) while on a trip to California in the summer of 2018 when I first got into Lumberjanes. I probably listened to these songs while I made my first ever Lumberjanes fanart. These mixes helped me to discover artist I really love, like Janelle Monae and Mal Blum. I hope you enjoy them as well!

Other notes: Sk8r Boi is crossed out as that is the way it appears on Mal’s playlist. Also, I tend to shy away from music videos as a personal preference, so that’s why there are so few included on this playlist, though I’m sure many of these songs have beautiful music videos. I might reblog this post in the future with some youtube playlists of these mixes, but if you want to find them yourself there are a lot of playlists of these songs made on youtube already! Or you can make your own playlists using this post. 

And, just for fun, have one final Lumberjanes themed music recommendation:

Lumberjanes by Various

#lumberjanes #mine #music #mixtapes #long post

[btsinwonderland]

Fire & Ashes - Ch 2

A Cable Story!

Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

[Length - 4-5 chapters - on going]

[General advisories - violence, swearing, sexual content. Rated - Explicit]

[Chapter advisories - violence, fighting, and blood]

My notes at the end of the chapter.

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We arrived in the outskirts of Anaheim, where the dirt of the city met the barren dust of the desert. The morning sun was high in the sky and the temperature was beyond boiling. The air tasted of metal from the various manufacturing facilities around us and the thick stench of burning coal.

Colossus and Negasonic brought the cars over to the small warehouse where we hid the jet and ushered us to meet them for a review.

“Do we understand plan? We must keep the adamantium safe, away from the bad men. Easy squeeze,” said Colossus in his heavy Russian accent.

“Holy God Colossus, how many times do I have to tell you, it’s easy peasy lemon squeezy, we’re never going to get ready for Hairspray at this rate,” said Wade. He sat atop the hood of one of the jeeps with his legs swinging off the side humming ‘Good Morning Baltimore’.

“Do we know how many of them will come?” I asked. I heard a clank of metal and turned to see Cable enter the open area, his dark cape was rippling behind him as he walked. His eyes met everyone’s but mine.

Colossus replied, “Professor only say where, not how many. We will defend as much as we can, and if it goes bad, then we assume code red.”

“What’s a code red?” I said.

“It’s what happens when the strap on is too big, or is that a code brown? I always mix them up.” Wade looked up, the brows of his mask knitted in thought.

“Code red is this,” said Colossus as he put down a disc shaped object on the table in front of him. It was just larger than a frisbee. “This is bomb that is made with mutant acid and shrapnel, it will cause many damages and corrode the adamantium. We do not want to use this.” He put the disk into a bag where there were about a dozen more of the acid bombs and clasped it shut. “Now, we will divide into three teams, one for above, and two for the ground. Negasonic, Yukio, and I will be on the ground, Wade and Domino you take the roof, Cable and Nina you take the other side of the building on the ground.”

[ Interesting team up...almost too convenient wouldn’t ya say?

Nah I’m just kidding, hope you guys fuck! Cheers!

-DP ]

I heard Cable give a grunting sigh as he dismantled a part of his gun and reassembled it. The clang of the metal once it magnetically locked on his back echoed through the warehouse.

We took the jeeps to the metalworks factory and parked them beside a vestigial building, what once might have been a shed or garage. The factory looked old and decrepit, pillars of white and grey smoke rose from the cooling towers and the air was thick with burning metal.

Cable and I walked to the east side of the factory, we had several large concrete blocks for cover as we made our approach.

“Don’t do anything stupid, remember I can’t take care of you and fight,” Cable said under his breath. It came out raspy and disapproving.

“I don’t need you to take care of me,” I said.

He turned to look at me for a moment and his gaze bore into me, the intensity was astounding and I was unprepared.

We heard the ground shake suddenly as a giant explosion went off on the south side of the building. Chunks of concrete fell from the sky and before I could create a wooden shield, Cable grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him as he enabled his forcefield above us. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, not quite panting not quite even, and his thick arm around me. Before I could turn my head he rose up and ran toward the explosion. I followed closely behind him.

There were four of them, they had black suits on with silver neck braces. Colossus was fighting a large one that produced spires from his body while Negasonic and Yukio were fighting two with elemental powers, fire and air. They generated a flaming tornado together. The fourth one saw Cable and I approaching, he raised his hands in a gun shape and clicked, the air around us exploded as Cable shielded me once again as I fell against him. His hard body blocking my impact with the ground. He glared at me and pushed me aside, running towards the explosive man.

I heard loud noises coming from the roof but had no time to check what was going on up there when Cable was knocked over by another surprise explosion. I summoned my power and shot several sharp branches at the man, he dodged them all save for one that knicked him across the face. He looked at me with scornful hatred in his eyes and snapped his fingers, I was prepared this time and generated a wooden shield just as his explosion shattered it around me. Cable yelled out my name and shot at the man as I was knocked over from the force.

The man fell over, dead I presumed. I then saw a number of bodies falling from the roof, some heads and limbs came through separately and I assumed that Wade and Domino were doing alright.

It was then a van screeched to a stop in front of us and a group of armed men emerged, pointing their guns and shooting. Cable fired one of his special guns which he dialed up and shot at the van. It exploded and pieces of metal and tire shot out in all directions. I put up my shields and blocked a serrated edge of the van from impaling Cable. He looked at me briefly with his eyebrows partially raised.

We then took to those left. They wore no masks and I actually recognized a few of them as the guys that herded me and the girls into our cages. My blood boiled at the sight of them so I summoned all my powers and threw wooden stakes which emerged from my arms at great speed. I screamed as I ran for the blonde blue haired man. He had a coldness to his eyes that I remembered. He was the one that was overly touchy. The one that liked to beat his so-called favourite girls.

He saw me coming with no recognition, I was just another mutant. Just another mutant who drove a ten inch long stake up his jaw. The bloodied tip popped out from his head and his eyes sagged.

I panted as the noise around me settled. There was an unrest within me that wanted to keep stabbing. To mangle his body and tear him to shreds for all the girls I would no longer be able to talk to, for our pain and for our suffering.

A hand gripped my shoulder and I screamed, pouncing onto the body and growling like a feral animal. I had Cable pinned between my legs and a pointed wooden stake at his jaw. He looked at me with an intensity I had grown to be familiar with, but which never ceased to unsettle me.

“You gonna kill me?” He said, his voice husky.

I put a hand on his chest and lingered for just a second longer than I should have. Then I jumped up and muttered an apology. “Don’t sneak up on me in a fight.”

“Duly noted.”

NTW and Yukio took care of the elemental mutants who were now laying either dead or unconscious on the ground. There was blood splatter here and there which was mostly due to the two on the roof, a head landed just beside Cable and blood sprayed on his pants. He looked up at the roof and said in a low voice, “I’m gonna kill that oversized dildo.”

The one that shot spires ran to an abandoned Jeep and threw out his dead colleague. He put the car into drive and escaped. Colossus ran after him but stopped once the car was too far away.

“That man will come back. We must take the adamantium and leave now,” Colossus said, he had a finger to his earpiece. Then he grimaced and said, “no Wade we are not going to Disneyland. They do not have condoms in the bathrooms. No. Wade!”

There was a shot fired, which pinged off of Colossus and made Cable grunt. He got down on a knee, and managed to whip out his gun and shoot the one attacker who had gained consciousness. The man slumped over. I ran to Cable and asked him if he was okay. He kept trying to shrug me off but clearly needed help standing.

“Will you stop being such a dick and let me help you!”

Cable stopped moving and allowed me to help him up. He tried his best to keep his weight off of me but I guided him back to our vehicles. Colossus went into the building to retrieve the adamantium while NTW and Yukio got in the drivers side of the van. I opened the back doors and helped Cable into the van, he tried not to make a sound but I heard the tiniest grunt escape his lips as he put pressure on the leg he was shot in. The wound must have been in his thigh. I sat down beside him and looked for a towel, anything.

There was a small first aid kit beside Cable, who had his eyes closed and head tilted back. I leaned over him to grab the kit, my breasts brushed against his stomach and I thought I heard him groan.

“What are you doing?” He said. When I sat back I saw that his eyes were on me with a strained expression.

I flashed the first aid kit and took out some towels to stop the bleeding.

“The bullet’s still in there,” he said.

“We’re gonna have to take care of that back at the house,” I told him as I gently compressed the wound.

“Not we, I’ll take care of it,” he said, glaring at me.

“No way, you can barely reach it, it’s the back of your thigh. Unless you enjoy scratching around for a bullet wound while staring at a mirror, you’re gonna let me do this.”

The back of the van depressed a little and the rest of the crew came in.

“I’d listen to her Cable, it’s only fair she finger you first,” Wade sat across from us in the back with Domino who winked at me.

Cable grimaced at Wade while I concealed a small laugh.

Colossus brought a heavy metal crate and got into the back. “This is not over, they will want this.”

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My personal note:

First of all. Yes. This is an update after three fucking years. I AM SO SORRY. Life got in the way and much more complicated.

I made this Tumblr so long ago. I love fan fictions and not finishing this one haunted me all these years. I left so many people unsatisfied and who knows if they'll all see this again. But I'm trying to make up for my sins by completing this fanfic. I'll be posting chapter updates this week and don't worry the next chapter is already written, I'm just going to post it tomorrow.

To anyone who came back from that first chapter I wrote three fucking years ago. Wow. You are amazing. And I ask you for forgiveness. I hope that I this will make up for ghosting.

Love ya xoxo.

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A quick story wrapped around an idea I had. It involves superheroes, but is mostly about a budding BDSM fetish… I have a few more ideas for these particular characters, exploring a Super, Mortal relationship...

I’m reposting this because I can’t find it on my other blogs...

A blue cape of smooth material. with a lustrous gold frame, connected to a massive frame of muscle. She was wrapped in white kevlar from neck to ankle, and stood on sturdy black boots with blue soles and rims. No symbol upon her breast just yet, as she was fairly new on the super block, but aside from so there was no doubt she was a fully fledged, capable powerhouse. She walked across the small bunker room in pronounced, careful strides, her hands balled into fists. Her gaze focused.

She tossed her hair back and posed. And smirked.

Watching her was a man dressed in black. His ensemble was practical and protective but not without aesthetic appeal. The black bulletproof vest could be overlooked altogether thanks to the much more noticeable sleek shoulder pads and electronic gauntlets. He wore unusual sunglasses with rims made of some sort of technology and dark red lenses. Where his partner exemplified strength and power with her muscular frame and walk, his ensemble painted the picture of the mechanical and engineering genius he was.

He watched his partner-slash-boss and laughed as she posed. She joined as well, obviously cheery about testing out her new uniform. 

“Man, what even is that hair flip?” he said. “I said show me your power pose.”

“Hey! I will do a hairflip when I see my enemy,” she said. 

“Oh? Is your hair bulletproof too? Parry bullets?”

The two had a laugh, admiring their new uniform. They were somewhat frightened inside about their job. As upcoming supers their first job was incredibly important if they wanted to be recognized by the major organizations. Fighting supervillains and street criminals was a service to the people and definitely a noble idea, but they also needed to eat and pay bills and the Justice Ensemble offered grants, loans, and benefits.

The two made their way out of the secretly enormous bunker beneath their basement (hidden via a door behind a shelf) and got ready to pursue a lead.

“I mean this legitimately, though,” the lady said, smiling down at her much smaller partner. “I really do love the outfit. To be able to weave not just program nanomachines but weave them into stylish nylon and kevlar… it’s amazing I found you with just a Craigslist Ad.”

“It’s what I do,” he responded, wishing he could think up a cooler quote.

“And you do it much too well for what I’m paying you,” she said, guiltily. “Anyway, hop on my back. I’m flying us.”

“Alright, Madame Bolt!”

“Strap on tight, Puma.”

*** *** ***

Grant had been a medium fish in a small pond back in his home town. An engineer working at his uncle’s garage work. With the internet he had access to fellow geniuses. Cliques of talented, gifted engineers to whom the greatest goal in life was being hired by a fantastic tech firm. Worshipers of tech giants like Bill Gates, or Hurrit Akkar (known among the hero world as a cold villain).

Grant had different dreams. Not bigger or necessarily more ambitious dreams but great dreams. He idolized the controversial supers of the world. The Justice Ensemble, Do Gooders United, Robots For Justice, and all that they did. He had a few years of vigilantism under his belt in the small crime filled towns of North Ontario.

He wasn’t quite sure what was it that made him make the leap, though. A craigslist ad written by an otherwise unknown superheroine looking for an engineer to design suits? The job would take him to America, relatively far from his home, and would be an incredible risk. What if the start up duo never made it to the big time? What if the money dried up and he was left stranded here? What if his employer was incompetent? What if he was incompetent? So many risks, and yet he took the chance anyway.

Now, holding steady on his new partner’s back, flying over the buildings of Candesfinning City wearing his beautifully designed outfits, the wind in his hair, Grant put away all of the worries in his mind. They still had a long way to go, but the thrill and excitement was intoxicating.

They landed in front of the buildings they knew their targets, a low level cartel base, to be residing in.

Alicia, super name Madame Bolt, set Grant down.

“Alright, Puma,” she said, holding back a grin. This was the first time they were using their super identities, so the campy ridiculousness was still fresh in mind. “I’ll do all of the fighting. Follow behind me, but not too close.”

“Got it, Madame,” Grant said.

*** *** ***

Super fast, bulletproof, and strong enough to easily bench over two thousand kilograms, the low level street gang didn’t stand a chance. Alicia had such a handle on the situation that even when stray bullet was fired in Grant’s direction, a potentially devastating tragedy, she saw it moving as slow as a floating slug and stopped it.

It would have struck Grant in his specially designed bulletproof suit, but he was still happy he didn’t have to take that risk. 

With the gangsters taken care of (most of them hired teens plucked from the streets and only five armed adults), and the evidence of illegal firearms and drugs gathered, Grant hacked the three computers in the building. It was an easy job: even without his advanced equipment these cpus had no firewalls in place. Alicia was watching over his shoulder. She must have been expecting more quick-typing and code on screen because, judging by her face reflection on the monitor, she was somewhat disappointed.

“Nothing big. However, in one of their emails they let slip something about 821 Glasglow Island. A meeting between them and another organization, though they were careful enough not to be specific.” Grant said. “I think we should leave that to the feds, perhaps?”

Alicia shook her head.

“We can handle this better than any feds. Gasglow Island is just a few kilometers east from the piers,” she said.

“In that case we could head their right away, if you like-!”

The two of them heard police sirens outside. Alicia swallowed, nervous. There were rules about supers taking the law into their own hands, and so far the two of them hadn’t stepped of line according to them. However…

“...Do you want to make yourself known?” Grant asked his boss.

“No. Let’s get out of here,” she said.

“Okay. Want me to hop on?” Grant unplugged his USB drive and put it away.

“Nope. Stay still.”

“What do you-?”

Before Grant could get a word in edgewise, Alicia’s cape had expanded in size. It’s nanomachines, designed by he himself, manipulated the fabric and bound around Grant. His arms wrapped together in a tight, inescapable hold, then bound to his sides. His entire body, like a mummy in blue and gold. Shocked and helpless, Grant could only give out muffled cries.

He felt himself being picked up by his larger boss. She held him tightly against him, almost protectively. She was gently holding the back of his head as one would an infant, and another on his thighs, ignoring his squirming.

“Stay still, this is going to be incredibly quick,” she whispered, before lifting up off the ground.

She hopped out the window with Grant bound and in tow, then fled at incredible speed.

*** *** ***

She let him down at the island less than a minute later. Though she set him down feet first as carefully as she could he still fell on all fours. 

“Grant! I’m so sorry,” she said, helping up.

“I… I just need a moment… Woof!” he said, catching his breath. Being bound caught him off guard. And now… he was on Gasglow island now? How?

“I’m sorry, Grant. I didn’t have time to explain. It’s dangerous for a normal person to accelerate as quickly as I can so… So I used the cape you made for me to protect you,” she said. “It was entirely necessary.”

“Alice, it’s… it’s fine. I was just shocked…” Grant said. He was blushing rather hard and turned his back to her. Alice raised an eyebrow at this.

“Grant? You’re not hurt, are you?” She reached for his shoulder but he stepped forward.

“No, I’m fine. It was just frightening. Er…” He cleared his throat. “Are… are we going to have to do that everytime you have to fly me really fast?” 

Alice shrugged. “Well… I personally don’t mind. It’s the most effective method we have right now and it doesn’t hinder me in any way. But if you don’t like it maybe we can workshop it? You can whip something up?”

Grant nodded, rubbing his hands together in a way Alice hadn’t seen him do before. 

“Yeah. We’ll do that for now. Maybe I’ll invent a neck brace or something,” he said. He cleared his throat.  “So… this is the island. Should we look up this warehouse and see what the mob wants with it?”

Alicia didn’t answer for a moment. She was watching him, curious about how he was acting… He prayed she wasn’t putting two and two together.

Then she smiled. “Yes. Let’s go.”

She lead the way. Grant sighed and followed her from behind.

*** *** ***

The warehouse, it turned out, was fairly simplistic. No security cameras or even guards. A great many creates full of wrapped goods. Most of them legally owned by, presumably, one of the mob higher ups. But using Grant’s X-Ray tools and Alicia’s speed (and immunity to X-Ray radiation, thankfully) they found a crate of bullets hidden deep in one of the crates, beneath old boxes of cloths and linen. One quick anonymous picture sent to the feds and the two of them left.

Alicia tapped Grant on the shoulder before they left.

“I want to leave as quick as we can, less we’re sighted here and the mob will change tactics before the feds can investigate,”” she said. She beckoned for him to get into her cape.

Grant swallowed.

“Yeah… yeah sure. Just…” He stiffened and turned around. “Go ahead.”

Alicia smirked and wrapped him up in her cape. She held him firmly but carefully. And then they were off, faster than a speeding jet.

*** *** ***

As the weeks proceeded and the two spent almost every day zooming from place to place, Grant began to feel a bit more in his nature. Seeing his tools being used to take down monstrous organizations and help the needy made him happier and more excited than he ever dared. Alicia was similarly giddy, with every successful day celebrated at their home base (currently a modified house’s basement) with chinese food and netflix.

It seemed the city had caught on that it had two new vigilantes to worry of (not that they were hiding this at all). Simply by leaving some clues about their names, usually via cleaned, finger print-free notes with their signatures, the two of them had managed to spread the name Madame Bolt and Puma quite far in such a short time.

They still hadn’t decided on an insignia for Madame Bolt’s costume yet, however. They haven’t allowed anyone aside their enemies to even see them yet, so there wasn’t much to present on that front anyways.

One thing Grant still had to get used to was… the travel…

When they flew, generally she would allow him to ride on her back. It would be an awkward position, but the two acknowledged that it was the most efficient way to travel and they were mature about it. The cape between their bodies made the mode of travel less awkward as well, keeping them apart.

It was when a quick escape was needed where things were a bit… uncomfortable. Or rather, and Grant still had barely admitted this to himself yet, entirely too comfortable. Alicia would wrap her bolt all around his body so tight snug… She would cradle his body against her own, supporting the weaker man… And each time it felt much too nice. Much too comfortable.

And, damn it, it was far too arousing...

Grant was certain it would make Alicia far too uncomfortable if she found out just how much he was starting to like it. Would she fire him and find a less… awkward tech guy? Alicia, the great Madame Bolt, his boss and partner, seemed more like a roommate and friend these past few weeks, but he wasn’t so sure their companionship would withstand the test of… whatever this even was.

Little did he know, Alicia knew more than she was letting on…

*** *** ***

“Alicia? What’s the matter?”

Grant had come out of the little tool lab he had in the bunker to see the blonde avenger staring contemplatively at nothing. He sat down in front of her and leaned foreward. She sighed.

“Grant… Are we ever going to show ourselves to the public?” she wondered aloud. 

Grant nodded, thinking it over. He knew this was going to be something they needed to speak about soon. He let her continue.

“I mean… I know it’s my fault, I’m sorry. I mean, you work so hard. Not just making the tools but managing our brand… leaving those little notes and making sure the police see us as allies… And we need to go public one day if we’re ever to attract funding and attention…”

Grant looked over to the trash bin. Filled to the top with take out boxes and fast food bags.

“The funding would be nice,” he admitted. Alicia nodded. She looked so apologetic it hurt Grant.

“Grant… Right now we’re just vigilantes, and I know we have to move on upward to public crime fighting eventually. And though I have the budget to keep going as we are now for a while longer, I don’t want to put you through this if you don’t want,” she said. “I’m sorry that you’re stuck here. You have such talent…”

“Do not apologize,” he said, firmly. “Is the idea of going public really stressing you out?”

She nodded and sighed, leaning back on her chair. Though still muscular and strong, it would be difficult to tell this was the great Madame Bolt herself. The same Madame Bolt who was invincible, powerful, walked with grace and flipped her hair with gusto.

“Yeah, it is. I just don’t feel ready for it. Truth be told, even being an underground vigilante has been a huge step forward. I… I most likely would never have been able to do what we’ve been doing without your support. Not to… you know, guilt you into staying,” she quickly said.

“I want to stay,” Grant said, rather firmly. “If… if you want to keep being a vigilante instead of a full on hero, I’ll stay right here with you.”

Alicia looked surprised. She smiled. “Really? But why?”

“Because… Well… We do important work. But to be honest, that’s not all. Um…” Grant found himself becoming a tad sheepish. He willed himself forward… “Whenever I see you work… Whenever we’re flying across the city, and we solve a crime, it’s amazing. And you let me share in the feeling… of… you know… being a strong hero. I feel like I’ve done more here in this city with you in the past weeks than I ever got done on my own. I’m thankful you let me be a part of this.”

Alicia didn’t say anything, but her expression softened. Her hand crept closer to his own, though Grant didn’t notice and stood up, retracting it. She looked disappointed.

“I mean, we can stay anonymous if you want. I’ll have to take up a part time job, maybe make some extra cash on the side for us. Not sure where I’d-!”

Alicia had, with tremendous arm strength, slid the table between them out of the way and grasped him. She kissed him then and there, holding him tight. Grant closed his eyes, letting go of his thoughts and letting himself enjoy this…

They separated and looked at each other. He looked up at her, and she down at him. They said nothing for a moment. Then Alicia whispered…

“The bunker room…”

*** *** ***

She threw him down onto the queen sized bed. She chuckled as she crawled over him, letting her long blonde hair drape down over his body. Grant, in turn, reached up to stroke and feel her muscled sides and arms. He grasped at her shirt and reached up to kiss her again.She responded vigorously. 

Her knees surrounded him on both sides. Then she got down and pressed her whole body down on him. Since he was much shorter, however, her hips made it only to his thighs. Frustrated, she curled up again, splitting her knees outward so she could comfortably rest her hips over him. Nice and comfortable, and obscenely intimate. She kissed him while holding him down this way.

Grant needed to vocally mumble for her to stop, so he could remove his shirt and shorts. She was halfway doing the same.

“Alicia… don’t kill me, okay?” he whispered to her, half jokingly. She laughed.

“Oh no no, I’ll keep you nice and safe…” she said. Then she stopped trying to remove her shirt. Her expression became thoughtful again.

“Is something the matter?” Grant said. He worried if, maybe, she was already regretting this…

“Stay here…” she said. She got off of him (which disappointed him greatly) and walked out of the room…

*** *** ***

A minute later she came back in… in full hero uniform. Grant smiled at her return, but his face fell a bit when he noticed what she was wearing… 

She grinned mischievously, waving the blue and gold cape around…

“Not fair,” he whimpered. “You get to be Madame Bolt?”

“Well, I personally think Puma’s costume is too, well, hard and rough for bed,” Alicia said, walking back to the bed. She let the cape drape along Grant, who swallowed nervous. His erection, which was already quite visible, seemed to tighten and grow right then and he knew she could see it… There was no kevlar armor to hide it this time…

“But I know that my costume can be a bit more… enticing…” she said. She bent down and lifted his feet. He watched curious… and then in horror and excitement when she wrapped her cape around his feet, binding them tight together just over the ankle… Like rich, nylon socks…

“...You knew?” Grant said.

“Of course. It was so obvious,” she whispered, letting the cape crawl upward, pulling him closer off the bed…

“I’m so sor-!”

The cape pulled him right up and she caught him in a hug.

“Don’t apologize.”

Then she tumbled back down on the bed while holding him against her. She landed on her back and he landed upon her… face right against her chest. The cape tied him down and she held his squirming body…

“Alicia...M-Madame Bolt… Please…” Grant said.

“Please what?” she asked, continuing to bind him up and cradle him.

Grant didn’t know. He was so excited… his naked body bound, feeling the material quite vividly now… She was pressing him against her breasts… He wasn’t afraid of being kept wrapped up… with his hands stuck to his sides, his legs kept together, squirming against the inescapable hold, and her strong, gentle hands cradling him… He was afraid he wouldn’t last long this way… 

But instead of voicing this, all he could do was whimper. Alicia, Madame Bolt, was so mighty… so strong… too strong to push up against… He wanted to be there, wrapped up, played with by her… 

Sure, sex with her as an equal would have been amazing… but…

Her hand was on his ass. She was squeezing it. Grant groaned in pleasure… 

“It’s okay, Grant. I’ve felt your erection so many times while carrying you. I know what you want to do. I know what you’re afraid of and I want you to know… it’s okay…”

She rolled over so that she was atop him now. She positioned his wrapped up body so that their crotches would align. His head and face just above her chest… smelling and feeling her cleavage, still covered in the protective kevlar..

“I know you’re a strong, capable hero, and I won’t forget that just because you want me to be your mommy…” she whispered, and gave him dry hump.

That did it and he lost control. It wasn’t how their first time should have gone, really… But as he was mercilessly humped and pleasured within her cape, accepting his place in her power, he didn’t care at all what others would have thought. He loved this feeling…

She wrapped her strong thighs around him, groaning as she humped him nice, thoroughly, uninterrupted… Her strong thighs, her sensitive crotch, in the suit’s fibers, against him… She pressed down just firm enough to squeeze his dick, his balls, just firm enough to scare him, and released very slowly each time… She herself enjoyed this power over him… Oh how she wished he wasn’t so fragile… But that was the beauty of it all, wasn’t it? 

He loved being bound, and she admitted now she loved binding him so much. She loved having this cute little man under her power. In her cape. In her arms. Kept safe by her, but more importantly kept close. She yearned to bind him more. To strap him against her forever, and never let him escape. Never let him free. 

She’d pocket him, encapsulate him, belt and lock him, completely own him if she could. As she thrusted against his wrapped up body she fantasized all of these things… That each thrust was pushing him into her until he was thoroughly caught in her essence. The fact that the cape kept them from feeling each other’s warm skin was frustrating, but it would be worth it… building and building the need they both shared for each other...

She stopped when she could tell that he, and also she, were coming close to cumming… 

He groaned, wanting to continue, but she held him firm and didn’t allow it…

She released him from the safety of the cape, despite his protests… Then she stripped down…

She wrapped not her cape, but her warm, large, muscled body around her precious little super-partner instead. And as she allowed him to insert himself in her before continuing to thrust, she thought: “Yes. Now I’ve really got you bound…”

And she thrusted...

*** *** ***

It was almost morning when they finished, relaxing together in the king sized bed, surrounded with concrete walls, safe from the rest of the world. She still had her legs around his. 

“...I quite enjoyed myself,” she said, breaking the silence. Grant chuckled.

“...Um… so… I guess I shouldn’t make that neck brace I mentioned back when?” he said.

“Don’t you dare,” she whispered.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, her legs wrapped nicely around his.

*** *** ***

“Oh Puma… Come here~” she called for him. Grant turned off the power drill he was using and took off his mask. Still in the smithing apron he left his lab to see his partner, now in more ways than one, standing excitedly. She was in uniform, though her cape covering her up.

“What’s going on?” he said.

“Grant… Next time the police come, I think we should stay and reveal ourselves to them,” she said.

Grant gave a proud smile as well. “So. It’s time for Madame Bolt and Puma to meet the adoring fans?”

Alicia nodded. Then she unraveled the cape revealing her uniform and Puma’s smile fell. 

“Surprise! Since you’re always working so hard on everything-” she began.

“Oh no…” Grant whispered.

“I decided to design my emblem by myself. What do you think?”

Grant, AKA Puma, the great engineer, stared in horror at the red emblazoned symbol on her uniform, just on her breasts downwards. A wonderful star image, and inside an image a bound up mummy, obviously meant to be him. Just stylistic and abstract enough to be mistaken for something else without context…

“Isn’t it wonderful? It represents our bond and teamwork quite well, I believe,” she said.

“Please change it.”

“See? The star is me,” she said. “And this cocoon here represents…”

“Please… No…”

[The End]

[heart-eye-harrington]

the last midnight ~ chapter two

Summary: Every aspect of Prince Steve’s life is mapped out with one objective in mind: become king when the time comes. After Robin gives him a taste of freedom, his parents return. When they feel something is off, they get to the bottom of it. 

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: none I can think of. Possibly harsh parents and men yelling

Author’s Note: Hi! I hope you’re doing well! Enjoy this plot building chapter before the big daddy that’s gonna be the next one!  ♡

read the last part here

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After your handsome strangers left, the rest of the walk to the bakery wasn’t too terrible. The birds seem to sing a bit brighter, the setting sun’s colors a bit more vibrant. Steve’s boyish laugh seems to be the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. You can’t seem to stop thinking about him, your mind whirling with a million questions. The most important, would you ever see him again?

You’re able to escape your daydream long enough to climb the steps of your family’s shop. You use your hip to open the door, seeing as your hands were occupied with the filled buckets of water. Warmth hits you like a wall, and you know your father is well into his evening routine. The fresh bread sits on the shelf, ready to be wrapped and tied with twine to be sold. By the smell, you know there’s some baking  in the large stove oven, getting a golden crispy brown. 

After a moment of shuffling through the store, as not to knock anything over with the fruits, or buckets, of your labor, your father comes rushing to your aid. He takes a bucket and brings it into the kitchen, giving small thanks for your journey. He quickly adds it to the dry ingredients but sees something in your eyes. While he’s used to your head being in the clouds, it must be well past the stars now. He shakes his head, telling you to spill the beans. Blushing, you tell him of Mr. Steve the apprentice and his friend Robin.

“You’re acting as if you’re the first person to ever meet a pretty boy”

“But he wasn’t a pretty boy.” your words, thought quick and defensive, had a mellowness to them. “Well, he was a pretty boy, but there was so much more to him.”

“Well how much more? You’ve only met him once! How could you know anything about him?” curiosity curls throughout your father’s question. 

“You told me you knew right away when you meet mother”

“That’s different, your mother wasn’t a stranger hidden under a hood”

“Well, you would have loved her anyway.”

“I never would have seen her because it wouldn’t have been appropriate. And my father would have told me what I’m telling you. And I would have listened.”

“No you wouldn’t,” you knowingly chuckle

“Yes I would” he quips back

“No, you wouldn’t”

“I would”

“Wouldn’t.”

“And you’re right.” you beam in your small victory, though it gradually falls with you deeper in thought. Your mother was vibrant, full of life and love. She believed in magic, in true love, and fairy godmothers. She said that they existed, that she remembers them, but isn’t sure where they went off to. 

When she grew sick, doctor after doctor would come in to see her, until one day when they didn’t. Your father sat you down, tried to put on a brave face, but how could someone break such news to a young girl? He didn’t have to say anything. If it took him that long to work out a way to say it, you already knew. 

She passed on all her stories to you, and you felt it was your duty to share the magic with everyone else. Before you fall any deeper into her beautiful memory, your father places a hand on your shoulder. You find your emotions mirrored in his eyes. You both missed her terribly. Before words can be exchanged, a customer comes in. You both wipe the tears, put on smiling faces, and extend helping hands. 

⋆★⋆

Robin was able to sneak Steve back into the castle with time to spare. They both wash up and redress in their usual clothes, Robin in her blouse and royal blue vest, Steve in his hand-embroidered tuxedo. Though he much preferred the billowy white shirt he had donned for the day, he couldn’t deny the beauty in the curling gold designs and cold metallic clasps. 

Once Robin’s done dressing, she rushes into Steve’s room to collect his village disguise. If they were really going to get away with this, she needed to get rid of any and all evidence. After giving their secret knock and hearing Steve’s muffled “come in”, she finds him leaning against the railing of his balcony, dreamily staring over the gardens. After draping his discarded clothes over her arm, she joins him. 

“Thank you” his voice a distant whisper. 

“For?” she raises an eyebrow at his ambiguity. 

“Giving me a bit of freedom. Letting me out of these walls for a day.”

“Well, you’re welcome. I couldn’t let you sit here all cooped up your whole life without feeling a bit bad for you. Plus, you’d probably never stop moaning and groaning about it.” A smile tugs at the corner of Steve’s lips. It only intensifies as she keeps talking.

“But I also know you’re thinking about that girl.” 

“What girl?” the smile has fully taken over his face. Robin’s not a fan of the stupid act he always pulls, earning him a playful punch to the arm. Their laughter fills the air, which is quickly punctured by the sound of trumpets, alerting the staff that the king and queen had returned. 

“Come on, we’ll be late. And punctuality is-” Steve chimes in, the two finishing in unison and mocking voices “the politeness of princes.”  The words had been spoken by Steve’s father so many times they had made a joke of it. Of course, they would never dare to do it in front of him, so they took full advantage of the fleeting moments they had. 

Robin was quick to hide the clothes in the abandoned servant’s tunnels, before following Steve to the grand foyer. 

The extensive hallway seems to stretch for an eternity, creating a sea between the teens and the door his parents will walk in through at any moment. 

“Their Majesties, The King and Queen.” A guard calls out. The heavy wooden doors are pulled open to reveal the pair, regal as ever. Steve knows the routine at this point, stiffening and pulling back his shoulders as he watches their approach. Robin shifts her weight from leg to leg from behind him also watching the parade. 

The cream and gray checkered marble floor make their highness’s cold steps echo. The dozens of chandeliers and statuesque guards do nothing to add warmth. Steve’s parents’ wandering eyes seem to look everywhere but to him, inspecting their perfect castle for the off chance anything is out of place. Even as much as a speck of dust could halt them in their tracts and bring an end to someone’s employment. Luckily for all involved, everything was up the their extremely high standards.

No words are exchanged between the royal family, just nods, and a motion to follow. Not that anyone expected anything different. 

Steve and Robin follow his parents and some guards to the portrait room. The guards open the door, allowing the party to enter. A giant floor to far-too-tall ceiling window illuminates a hand-painted backdrop and a man with an oversized smock rushing about. A guard clears his throat and raises an arm motioning toward the artist

“Master Phoebus, master of the paintbrush, patiently awaits.”

 In front of the painted sunset is a stool with a saddle place upon it. The painter’s assistant is quick to place a fittingly royal blue shoulder cape on the prince, fastening its golden clasps. Steve climbs upon the stool, and Robin does her best to bite back a chuckle. She knew how much he hated portraits of himself being painted, but oh how ridiculous he looked. Once everything is set to the artist’s liking, he grabs a palette and begins.

“Make him look marriageable, Master Phoebus. We must attract a suitable bride.” The king’s voice boomed throughout the room. 

“I shall endeavor to please, your majesty. But, I am not a fairy godmother.”

The nickname brings a small blush and smile to Steve’s face, one that does not go unnoticed by his parents. Their eyes narrow and find one another’s, a wordless agreement to find the reason for his reaction. Robin, ever able to read a situation, picks up on their scheming and aims to distract.

“A splendid canvas, master Phoebus!” her words are a bit overzealous, but her goal of diversion is completed. 

“Thank you,” the painter responds with a pompous chuckle, getting a sword for Steve to pose with. “Now, let’s see if he knows anything about art.” 

“So these portraits will really be sent abroad, to persuade the high and mighty to attend this ball you insist on?” the urge to roll his eyes was strong, but Steve knew he could never do that in front of guests, let alone his parents.

“Which is a tradition, which is beloved,” the queen speaks up,

“And at which you will choose a bride” his father finished the thought, plunging the room into an uncomfortable silence. Steve looks to his feet, and despite the invisible hand crushing his chest, he finds a crumb of courage to speak up.

“If I must marry, could I not marry, say, an honest country girl?” he surprises even himself with his words. Robin wants to scream, in pride or scolding she’s still not sure. 

“What will this country girl provide? How shall she make the kingdom stronger? We are a small kingdom amongst great states, Steven. It is a dangerous world. ” The king leaves his wive’s side to stand just in front of Steve. His eyes fill with a fire so bright Steve swears he can feel it searing his skin. “Listen here, boy. They only way for you to be a proper king is to marry a princess.” Steve’s eyes narrow as well. He’s on a roll, a momentum he’s not sure he’ll every get back. He fights the gravel in his throat, probably his body’s better judgement. 

“Alright father, under one condition. Let the invitations go to everyone, not just the nobility. Hope is a strong gift that should be shared with everyone, is it not?” Steve raises an innocent eyebrow, but the king sees through it. He sneers, turning to his wife and Robin off to the side.

“What do you think? Would that please the people?” his gaze falls to Robin, his face reminding her of a plotting dragon. Treading lightly, she answers.

“I’m not sure if it’s my place to say, your majesty, but I wouldn’t mind a bit of a jolly.” she chuckles, nerves and the idea of having everyone in the kingdom be able to attend a ball released in the joyous sound. The king seems pleased, turning back to Steve.

“I think we might have made a bargain. A ball for the people,” he gestures to his son, “and a princess for the prince.” 

“Sounds like a step in the right direction, if you ask me” Phoebus mutters to himself, mixing his paint to just the right shade for Steve’s hair. 

“We didn’t ask you” the king snaps, venom dripping from his words. And with that, he beacons for his wife to follow him out of the room. 

The call for their horses, and make their way deep into the woods. If it weren’t for the moon’s light and frequency of the trip, they may have gotten lost in the twisting branches and lurching roots. It’s not long before their destination comes into view.

Housed in the exposed roots of a huge tree was a small hut. As they grew closer, they saw bright flashes of color through the windows, showing the inhabitant was still awake. When they reach the hut, they dismount and knock on the door. Clinking glass and chuckling comes from the other side, before it’s opened to reveal the witch. 

Your mother was right, there was once magic in the land. But, once Steve’s parents came to power, it was almost wiped out. Magic was messy and couldn’t be controlled, so any magical creatures were disposed of. The only one who escaped their fate was staring right at them, ushering them inside.

Her house isn’t anything lavish. The dirt floor is well worn, not sending it flying with every step. The shelves are lined with glass jars and herbs hung to dry. The centerpiece was the cauldron, bubbling with life. 

“What do I have the honor of doing for you today?” Her hands are tightly clasped behind her back, as she’s been instructed, so they know she’s not doing anything. 

“We were wondering if you’ve heard of any fairy godmothers?” The king scans the shelves instead of looking to her, as if she wasn’t even worth his gaze. 

“Oh no, your majesty. I haven’t seen any magic since…” she doesn’t need to finish her thought. 

“That wasn’t what I asked you, was it? Don’t make me repeat myself.” His words are stone cold and could make anyone’s knees shake.

“I only know of someone with the nickname. The baker’s daughter tells stories to the kids and they call her ‘fairy godmother in training’. She has no magic and poses no threat.” With each word, the king and queen’s bloods boil. The king bangs his fist against the wall, making it and the shelves attached shake. 

“I will decide who is a threat and who is not.” His tone is sharp as a knife, and just as threatening. Silence falls as the royals assess the situation. Their son has heard of this girl, or maybe even seen her. She’s the reason he wants to invite the kingdom to the ball, and for his outbursts. None of which followed their plan for him. Something must be done. 

“You can still shape-shift, right?” The queen asks, the deviance thick in each word.

“Why yes, your majesty.”

“Good, make sure it’s perfected by tomorrow night.” 

⋆★⋆

The village is bustling with life in the early morning, just as it always has. Just as you close the door to the bakery on the way to the market, a voice booms throughout the stalls. All eyes are on a man standing on the water fountain, the royal crest on his chest and a scroll in his hand. 

“Hear ye, hear ye! Quiet!” 

The crowd obeys, slowly shuffling closer.

“On this day, there shall be held at the palace, a royal ball. At said ball, in accordance with ancient custom, the prince shall choose a bride.”

A few women giggle, leaning in to one another to gossip.

“Furthermore, at the request of the prince, it is hereby declared that every maiden in the kingdom, be she noble or simple commoner, is invited to attend. Such is the command of your most noble king and queen.”

The world seems to stop as you process his words. Excited couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt. All you knew was that you had a chance. He was an apprentice in the castle and would most likely attend as well. 

You hoped to see Steve again soon.

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V Watches MagiReco - Episode 13 Review

*Spoilers for Magia Record Anime Episode 13*

(This review will focus on Episode 13 only. I will be writing a separate review for the anime season as a whole!)

I have so many mixed feelings about this episode that I honestly don’t even know where to start LOL xD There are some parts that I hated and some that I loved, and so many reactions ranging from “WTH WAS THAT?!?” to “UH OKAY...” to “OMG YASSSSS!!!!!”

I’ll going to try my best to unpack my thoughts as coherently as possible, but this review will probably still end up being the most incoherent of them all because of all my mixed feelings for all the changes the anime made xD

To start, Mifuyu is definitely more antagonistic in the anime compared to what I remember of her in the game lol. And honestly I feel cheated that they always seem to tease us with some kind of confrontation between Yachiyo and Mifuyu, but the latter always summons that giant moon and escapes before anything can happen. It’s honestly a little anti-climactic and a bit of a waste, what with all the tension they’ve been building between these two, but then again, it doesn’t really happen in the game, either, so I guess it’s not really the anime’s fault for not “delivering” haha :P

Alright, since I’m going in chronological order, may as well get the biggest disappointment out of the way first: Iroha and Yachiyo’s argument. I don’t think I can even begin to put into words how utterly disappointed I was with this part, seeing as it was one of the most crucial plot points in the game and definitely one of Iroha’s most shining moments. Firstly, the way Yachiyo revealed her wish lacked emotion and impact for me. The music didn’t even change, and there was no sense of this being the revelation of a huge secret/mystery that the story has kept under wraps all this time. At least they added a nice flashback sequence to show Yachiyo’s past and the reasoning behind her wish, rather than having it all just come out of her mouth verbally, so props to them for that, but I was still quite unimpressed with the way they went about this pivotal moments.

Next up in my complaints is the Rumour. I was so, so, so ready to see my girl Iroha finally standing up and holding her own in a battle, especially considering how weak she’s been portrayed throughout the past 12 episodes. I was expecting an intense fight with the Rumour--some struggle, some more determination, anything. But no, another case of what I call the “one-shot curse”. Iroha literally just ran up to the Rumour, aimed her arrow, shot, and BAM it’s gone. One of the most crucial battles in the story lasted about 20 seconds in total (yes, I was so petty and pissed off that I went back and counted lmao), and the way Iroha suddenly “powered up” so drastically made no logical sense to me at all. We never even saw her gradually increase in power or fighting capability throughout the story so far. Heck, she’s hardly even done anything in the past battles, and suddenly she can one-shot a Rumour all by herself? How. Pray tell, how.

And the final major complaint that follows on from this chain of unhappy ranting: Iroha and Yachiyo solidifying their friendship. I did like the way the screen melted away to reveal Iroha standing in front of Yachiyo, almost like a mirror image. Sadly, that’s the only thing I liked about it LOL. Iroha getting angry at Yachiyo was such an important development and such a huge moment for our protagonist, but here it just... doesn’t happen? She’s still the same smiling and gentle Iroha we always knew. Which is nice and all, but in my opinion, we really needed to see kindhearted and soft-spoken Iroha truly snap. We needed to see Iroha speak up and tell Yachiyo to cut her bs and to declare herself the leader. And the way Yachiyo accepts so quickly and hardly even tries to put up an argument is just... I don’t even know what to say anymore apart from constantly question why they had to rush so many crucial moments, to the point where they had zero emotional impact. I often wonder if I’d still have these complaints if I didn’t play the game and have expectations of how I wanted/wished/expected certain things to be adapted. So I dunno, maybe I wouldn’t have a problem with these things at all if I went into the anime blind ^^;;

Oh, and another thing that made zero sense to me was how Iroha went from being perfectly normal to unable to walk or talk within the span of about two seconds. Logically, I get that she probably used up too much magic one-shot-ing that Rumour just before, but they could’ve at least had her show some signs of physical strain during her talk with Yachiyo so that the sudden transition of her physical state doesn’t feel so abrupt and out of nowhere. I guess this is a minor detail that I can let slide, but it just reminds the viewer again and again of the problems that come with rushing. And rushing for what? Well...

The second half of the episode is an obvious answer. They were clearly rushing these game-story moments to fill up the rest of the episode with anime-original content. And while I’m still bitter at what the cost was, I will ironically say that the second half of this week’s episode had some very pleasant and interesting surprises! (Apologies for all the salt and negativity so far ^^;; Finally, onto the positives!)

I’d been wondering for a while if we were going to meet Holy Mami this week, even though the anime had already established Mami as a member of the Wings of Magius earlier on. And I did genuinely like the way they portrayed Mami in this scene. She legitimately looks out of her mind at some points, and it’s clear that the truth about Magical Girls has taken a huge toll on her mentally. Her mini battle with Yachiyo was short but sweet, with lots of nice movements and imagery, especially this shot right here:

The ribbon concealing her eyes and her Soul Gem (aka her soul and her actual self) is a really, really nice way of depicting that Mami is not really in her right state of mind, and that her current actions aren’t really her. I know a lot of fans didn’t like the brainwashing thing in the game, and even though it looks like they’re still keeping that in the anime (judging by Mami’s behaviour, she definitely seems brainwashed to me), at least they’re portraying it in a nice way. By the way, I applaud Yachiyo for being able to defend herself against Mami for so long with a whole person on her back xD

Sayaka was probably my favourite thing out of the entire episode. Again, like with Holy Mami, I was really hoping we’d get to see her this week ^^ I loved how her entrance parallels the way she saved Homura from Mami in Rebellion, and I’m sure hardcore fans will pick up on that before her identity is even revealed ;) Sayaka was never my favourite character out of the Holy Quintet (even though I still liked her a lot!), but oh my gosh she was amazing in this episode. I think it’s something to do with the cape? Maybe it’s the cape LOL but gosh she really did seem like a knight-in-shining-armour askjfha;sj (♥ω♥*)

And back to Mami... that part with her losing her mind (literally) after Sayaka shows up was creepy but also perfect. I like that she seemed to temporarily regain her sense of self when talking to Sayaka, but then just the talk of her guilt and shame and everything just comes back to haunt her again, and we see her succumb and lose herself once more. I didn’t think her transformation into Holy Mami would be portrayed in this way, but this is better than what I imagined. You actually get a sense of how painful the process is, and feel how much against her will it is to fall to a point where she’d hurt her friends and other innocent people. The whole idea is disturbing, but each time I think back on her reaction to finding out the truth in the original anime, this really doesn’t seem too far-fetched at all.

That entire battle between Mami and Sayaka/Yachiyo was kind of cool and kind of weird at the same time xD Honestly I can’t imagine Sayaka and Yachiyo to be able to run around freely with that many bullets flying all over the place, much less repel all of them, which Sayaka is shown doing at one point xD Iroha using her Doppel again is another thing that I didn’t really like, though. I just really don’t like how Iroha is always shown to be utterly useless fighting in her Magical Girl form and always has to end up relying on her Doppel to do anything. (Except for that previous battle with the Rumour that I discussed just before. Let’s not get me started on that again lmao.) But it’s nice to see Yachiyo using her Doppel as well (it looked really cool!), and I really liked that minor detail about how easy it is to lose yourself when using your Doppel. It’s not something we think much about when playing the game because of the game mechanics, so it’s always interesting to think about what the Doppels entail from a story perspective :) Anyway, despite some logical inconsistencies and Iroha resorting to her Doppel yet again, I did really enjoy this battle, and it definitely made up for the lackluster “battle” that we got with Iroha and the Rumour. We can really see where the budget went this week, huh xD

I also really loved how Touka literally just sits there sipping tea and ignores all the chaos happening around her. She shows no desire to help Mami or step in just in case something happens to her (since Mami’s on their side now and all), which, to me, really goes to show how purely cold-hearted Touka is. Or has become. (Shhh game spoilers xD)

And while we’re on the topic of Touka, I’m going to talk about how much I absolutely adored that final scene. It’s hard to visualise it while playing the game, so seeing the scale of the Wings of Magius was possibly frightening. We’ve always known that there are heaps of Feathers, but just seeing them all packed together in one big creepy dark hall, all cloaked and hooded, really goes to show the immense size of this cult. It’s not just some small club created by a few girls. The scale of this cult is insane. As for Touka’s speech? Inspirational. And I say that with full knowledge of the Magius’ crimes and wrongdoings. Honestly, with the way she speaks, I can’t imagine many Magical Girls being able to say no and walk away if they knew The Truth already. Touka is one amazing and charismatic speaker, and even though we’ve always known that she had to be to some extent to get so many Feathers, seeing it in action was truly a different experience. Terrifyingly persuasive and frighteningly charismatic, that child.

And that is why I applaud Rena. She’s able to stand among so fellow Magical Girls, listen to someone preach about salvation after literally just finding out the truth and learning about her own inevitable fate, not know of the dark side of the Magius, and still be able to walk away. Rena gained a new level of respect from me with that one simple decision, and I already loved her heaps before this. And Kaede really did join the Wings of Magius, huh :O We even got a shot of Kuroe! Welcome back (?), girl! xD

I quite liked how they showed the rest of Team Mikazuki joining in such a subtle way. It’s much more impactful to tease it like this rather than straight-up showing you the process of them joining right from the get-go. The way they end the season like this leaves a very haunting and unsettling feeling, especially considering that Iroha gets taken away from Yachiyo as well! Now that definitely wasn’t in the game!!! xD I was expecting the season to finish with Iroha and Yachiyo back at Mikazuki Villa alone and swearing to save the rest of the team, so this definitely came as a HUGE surprise to me. I’m really curious as to how they’re going to go about this change, as well as the change with Kaede joining up and the obvious Kuroe thing. (Btw Sayaka literally sweeping Yachiyo away like Prince Charming almost had me swooning LOL Sayaka was seriously SO COOL in this episode!)

And finally, we have Alina. I’m honestly still pissed off at how they handled her introduction, and wonder if anime-only fans can even tell that she’s a Magius and not just a Feather or some other kind of position (like Mifuyu), but I did enjoy the final scene of her. I think it makes it quite clear that Alina is going to be one of the Biggest Bosses, even among the antagonists, and the way she name-drops Walpurgisnacht was not what I expected but a pretty good decision, in retrospect. Anime-only fans will definitely feel that sense of familiarity they want just by hearing that name. Since this Witch is so iconic to the original anime and we probably won’t be seeing her until the very end of the next season, I think it was a nice idea to drop the name here to keep those anime-fans who expect lots of explicit PMMM references happy and hooked. In fact, the combination of Holy Mami and Sayaka’s appearance and the mention of Walpurgisnacht all in one episode makes me think they packed them all into the season finale to ensure that these anime-only PMMM fans will be back again for the next season (since us game players will almost definitely be back anyway haha xD).

Oh, and that ending song is so good! I loved “Alicia”, but this song was a really nice way to end the season and had a definite kind of “season finale” feel to it.

So yeah, that basically sums up my thoughts for this jam-packed episode xD Lots of stuff I feel could have been handled A LOT better, but also a lot of stuff that was absolutely amazing. The second half was significantly better than the first; that fight with Holy Mami and the ending with Touka and Alina were definitely the best parts.

I’ll be writing up another review post for the season as a whole and posting it separately, so I’ll end this one here and save my overall impressions for that one ^^ If you’ve read to the end, thanks so much for reading and I hope to see you there as well ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

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The Sirens of Cerulean | Part One

A City in the Fog

A thick fog was out one cold late afternoon along the Cerulean coast; it hung and swirled.  One of Cerulean City’s oldest structures, an ancient white lighthouse, stood atop a cliff, standing as a guardian to guide ships away from the perils of the rocks below.

Tracey Sketchit was the lighthouse’s current keeper, the original one having retired some years back, leaving the position open. Tracey had been without much of a consistent job and took it since the pay was so good, plus it came with housing attached.  There was also plenty of Pokémon that passed, and the occasional wandering Trainer that could keep him company or let him draw them and their Pokémon, a favorite pastime of his.

The black-haired man sighed, it was afternoon and he was bored as he finished sipping his tea.  He grabbed his sketchbook, wandered upstairs and went outside to the balcony – the wind rustled his clothes and hair as he stood.  “Right, anything that wants to be drawn…?” he thought aloud.  Some migrating Wingull roosted nearby amongst the usual coast residents of Pidgeys, its evolutions, and the local Corsolas, Poliwags, and others that lived there. Tracey smiled, and began to scribble away as his Marill joined alongside him.

He continued his penmanship until a low, soft, feminine voice was heard, a kind of singing.  Tracey’s hand stopped, and rested the thick book against the wet, rusted railing.  He scratched his chin thoughtfully whilst Marill blinked in wonderment, her mouth agape. He pointed a finger toward the ocean. “Y’know,” said Tracey.  “I really do think that they’re out there.”  Marill looked over, eyebrow raised.  “Well, you know what I mean.”  He leaned in and whispered.  “Come on…I know that you can feel their presence as well…”

He did not get an answer, as Marill was looking out towards the fog covered ocean where the voice could be heard.  Tracey looked down, only to see that down below, the Pokémon looked the exact same way.  The man blinked but said nothing.  He just followed their gaze and remained silent as they all peered into the wispy soup.

OoOoO

Later that afternoon, a young man of about his mid-twenties came slowly trudging along the dirt path from the nearby forest. With a Pikachu resting on his shoulder, the man walked with a carefree nature, his black shirt and pants were simple, but what was most strange of all was that he had a dark blue coat – almost like a cape – on him for warmth.

He seemed to wander aimlessly till he heard a sultry sound, it carried along the breeze.  It was delicate yet packed a pleasant spine chilling evocation with it. “Wow, that’s some voice,” he said, mildly awed.  He looked to his Pikachu.  “What do you say, buddy?  Shall we follow this strange but alluring voice?”

“Pi Pikachu!” squeaked the mouse in agreement. Ash hummed in agreement.

He followed against the sea breeze till he reached the water – his feet stopping as soon as he felt rock beneath him.  He looked out across the rocks where the sea met land.  “So this is Cerulean City?” he said.  “Well, the air is salty enough for it.”  He shivered in the breeze and began to notice that the light was fading.  “Almost nightfall…can’t stay out here. Brr…”  Pikachu whimpered and buried himself in his Master’s cloak.  He looked around and saw the giant lighthouse to his left, behind it stood the city itself.  Slowly and carefully, he began to trudge toward it.

A short walk later he reached the city and found his way to an inn.  A rather shabby looking place built out of grey stone.  The raven haired man wandered in and tapped the bell for service. “Coming!” a voice yelled.  A girl who looked barely past nineteen came sprinting from a room behind the counter before she nearly impaled herself on the wooden desk; her hands saved her as they reached out to stop her from the accident. She had dark blue hair which flowed all over her face from the inertia.

“Careful,” chuckled the traveler.  “It’s not a race.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” said the girl as she pushed her hair back into place behind her ears.  “Right…welcome to the Cerulean Playhouse Inn, I’m your host, Dawn Berlitz!  How may I help you today?”

“Cerulean…P-playhouse…Inn…?  Eh?”

“Pi pika…”

“Cerulean Playhouse Inn,” repeated Dawn.  “This was once the site of an old theater, some of the old framework was used to create this place a hundred years ago.  As a gesture of hospitality, I love to entertain the guests daily with a Pokémon performance.  You know, like a Pokémon Contest.”

“Ah, I see, sounds great,” the man said.

“Good to hear!” chirped Dawn with a sway of her head. “Anyways, what’s your need here?”

“I’d like a room, stay time indeterminate,” he said. “I’m Ash by the way, Ash Ketchum.”

“Ash Ketchum,” repeated Dawn as she scribbled his name down.  “Um, why ‘indeterminate’?”  Ash flinched.

“Just trust me.  I’m a little in the dark on the matter myself.”

“I think I get it…” said Dawn with a nervous chuckle.  They continued the paperwork and Dawn soon finished up.  “Right,” she said, holding a hand out to the doorway on her left, “if you’ll just follow me sir, we’ll be at your room.”

Ash followed her, but just as Dawn began to go up the stairs, a man with blond hair suddenly stomped into view on the upstairs landing and looked down at Ash grimly.  “Hey, what’s the big idea?!” he shouted.  Dawn pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

“Barry, he’s a customer, he’s not here to steal your glory as a Pokémon trainer or…”

“Oh yeah!?  Well, if he is after my glory then I’m tripling his fine!”

Ash blinked.  “Triple my fine?  I’m broke enough as it is…”

“Oh no, Mr. Black Hair show off!  You’re not stealing any of my glory.  Me and Empoleon shall crush you, and—”

“Barry!” shouted Dawn.  “As if anything like that has to do with anything!”

“Oh yes it does!” replied Barry with an accusatory finger.  He slammed the railing with both of his hands, fumes practically roaring from his nostrils.  “You listen here, tough guy!  This establishment has tons of trainers staying here overnight every day! They’re in, they’re out.  Take the hint!  We don’t have the room to house some dude who says he doesn’t know how long he’ll be here!  Honestly…!” And he stormed off.

Dawn gritted her teeth.  “Ignore him,” she said as looked back at him.  Ash could only grimace at her unsubtle twitching eyebrow. He could only imagine that what that ‘Barry’ had said wasn’t close to the tip of Dawn’s iceberg.

“R-right…”

Dawn said no more on the matter and lead – with noticeable irritation – Ash into his assigned room.  She was about to leave when…

“Excuse, Dawn?” began Ash.  “But may I ask a question of you?”

“Sure thing – what do you need to know?”

“Well, to start.  How long have you been here?”

“For over half of my life,” replied Dawn.  “My Mother and I moved here from the Sinnoh region to have a fresher start.”

“I see.  Then tell me – what do you know of the Cerulean Sirens?”

Dawn’s originally polite countenance fell to an uncertain one.  “The Sirens…?” she muttered.  “Not sure in all honesty.  But every time a major fog comes rolling in we hear these strange sounds coming from the ocean.  There have been rumors, you see, about how the Sirens use the fog to sneak about and intermingle with us humans once we’ve gone and lost ourselves in the soup.”

“Yeah, it would seem right for them given their descriptions,” said Ash.  “But, tell me, do you believe they exist?”

The bluenette tapped her chin in thought.  “I guess.  Though I’d much rather meet one than go on believing simple fishermen’s tales.”

Ash nodded.  “Just curious,” he added, by way of deflecting any questions about why he had asked.  “Good night.”

“Good night,” said Dawn with a bow.  She turned back and closed his door.  Once Ash was sure she was out of earshot, he walked to the window and opened it.  For the second time that evening, a strange melody filled the air – soft yet powerful, calming yet unnerving.

OoOoO

It won’t lift for anytime soon it seems, thought Tracey as he stared in boredom out of the observation window the tune the only thing keeping him amused – he then blew the foghorn once again before stepping out to the balcony.  When he did he heard strange splashing sounds from below. He scanned the area but saw nothing. Must be a Pokémon…

It was only the fog that covered the mysterious singer…

Beneath the fog and cold waves a few figures swam up to the surface and looked around.  Soon enough they heard the same low song that Ash and Tracey were listening to, they nodded to each other before diving back under the water.

Deep in the water some few miles away from Cerulean they approached a strange civilization made of stone bricks.  The two figures swam towards the largest building, protected by two other figures holding tridents, one of whom gave the scouts a stern look before nodding.  Inside, the scouts approached a brown-haired figure whose tail flicked back and forth, arms crossed in front of his chest in impatience.

“We overheard the enemy singing out again,” said one, “and as usual, it was directed toward the ape primitives.”

The brown hair figure’s frown deepened. “Ever the persistent ones, those harpies,” he sneered.  “I swear, when we’re done we won’t ever have to hear our vocals ever directed at those despicable apes ever again!”

OoOoO

“ ‘Well why shouldn’t we?!’ is what we’re obviously yelling to them,” huffed a pink-haired figure.  She was talking to another one with blue hair, who was sitting next to one with orange hair.  “They deserve it, the bratty troublemakers.”

“It’s all changed since our old ruler passed away,” the orange head said with a sigh.  “Speaking on the topic of ‘why shouldn’t we’ – where’s Daisy?”

“You called?” said the woman in question.  A beautiful blond woman swam elegantly in, her appearance above all else being even more beautiful than her three sisters’. But to call them just humans would be inaccurate – they were Sirens, or to put more simply with terms associated with fantasy, mermaids.

“Yes actually,” put in Lily, the pink-haired one. “We were actually wondering where in you’d gone.”

Daisy swam up the table they were sitting around and grabbed a piece of coral and took a bite out of it.  “Just out singing,” she said nonchalantly.

“Singing where?” asked Violet, the blue-haired one.

“Y’know, out on the ocean,” replied Daisy as she avoided eye contact.  She began chewing more on her food, this time far more aggressively.

“You were out singing for that lighthouse guy, weren’t you?” said Lily finally.  Daisy choked on a piece of the coral fruit.  “Knew it!” she sang victoriously, pumping a fist into the water.

“That’s dangerous, you know,” said Misty, the orange-haired, and youngest of the four sisters.  “You’re lucky the fogs about.  Why do you risk yourself so much just to sing for a guy?”

Daisy recovered from her cough.  “You wouldn’t understand, Misty,” she said.

“I think I understand that we’re in enough hot water as it is with the rest of our kind!”

“But,” said Violet pointedly, “you did join us willingly in our stand against Rudy when he became ruler.”

“Y-yes, I did,” said Misty.  She looked to Daisy.  “I’m just worried about your safety.  Not because of the humans but just in case any of Rudy’s thugs goes and finds you.”

“Ha ha!  Misty, you worry too much,” said Daisy.  “Those silly Sirens wouldn’t go near the human’s settlement unless they were ordered to, and we’re settled too close to them to make threatening us an impossible reality.”

“The pure amount of phobia they have is as sensible as staring into the sun,” Misty muttered.  She then yawned.  “Well, I’m tired, so I’ll be going to sleep.  Come along, Goldeen.  Night all.” Her Pokémon partner opened her eyes and quickly swam after her short-haired mistress.  Daisy watched her disappear into the cave.

“I think,” she said to no one in particularly, “that that girl could do with something new in her life.”

OoOoO

“It’s quite easy, Dawn,” grumbled Barry as they walked through the hallways.  “Just go up to him, say ‘Thank you for your partro-patro…PATRONAGE, at Cerulean Playhouse Inn, but we only do one-night stays, so please have yourself a good stay in this city, and get out!’  It’s easy!”

“Oh cool off,” sneered Dawn.  “What’s the harm in him staying for more than one night?”

“It’s the principle,” said Barry pompously. “We serve travelers, not tourists.”

“Ash is hardly a tourist,” said Dawn evenly.

“Oh, taking his side now are we?”

“Not even close.  I just don’t think that there is any harm in letting him stay. Besides, it’s hardly written down that we only serve for one night here.”

Barry didn’t immediately reply, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned towards another corridor.  He huffed heavily.  “You’re the one defending him.”

“Only because he’s a nice man, unlike you!  Your antagonism to him last night was hardly warranted.”

“Oh just do what you want,” sighed Barry, walking away.

“Honestly,” said Dawn aside before looking in Barry’s direction.  “I swear, I could make a living out of dealing with stubborn men like you!”

Just up above, Ash had finished getting ready for his day, in his hand was a strange book, the condition of its binding suggested it was of elderly age.  With the book safely in his arms, and Pikachu on the opposite shoulder, he arrived at the top of the second floor landing in time to hear the last part of Dawn and Barry’s spat.

“Ugh!” shouted Dawn in frustration.  “Stubborn brat, he should be thankful I even give him as many chances to keep working here as I do!”

“Hah!” said Ash suddenly.  Dawn blinked in surprise and whirled round to see Ash beginning to go down the stairs.  “Tell us how you really feel.”

Dawn sighed.  “He’s only in it for the money, and his work effort is subpar, but he’s a decent hustle in the case of ruffians showing up.”  She paused and noticed the strange book.  “Oh, what’s that about?”

“This?  Ah, just some research I plan on looking into.”

“Is it to do with Sirens?”

“Um – er – well…” Ash slowly crept up to Dawn and leaned in.  “Well, yes, it does actually.”

“Wow!  Really?! Or are you just pulling an elaborate prank because you think of me as someone who’d believe anything?!”

“What?  No, no, no, not at all!” cried Ash in alarm as he stepped back.

Dawn quickly calmed down.  Ash could only marvel at the wonder of a woman’s mood swings. “All right then – prove you’re actually on to something.”

Ash sighed and beckoned her closer.  He then held out a hand and it began to glow in a blue color in a shape that Dawn could only describe as a ball, then, he made it disappear.  Before she could speak, he spoke up.  “I’m an Aura user,” he said in a hushed tone.  “The society I belong to recently has felt some strange spikes and stagnations coming from this area.  However, we really don’t know what’s causing them since those signals are coming from way out on the ocean.  What we suspect is that the rumors going around about the actual existence of the Sirens might just be true.”

“So…they might actually exist?”

“Might is an accurate word for this situation,” he replied.  “The legends spoke of them being able to harness a great power and channel it through various methods with their advanced technology that’s incomparable to our very own.  But…” he added with uncertainty, “again, we just don’t have any confirmation.”

Dawn mulled the situation over, all of the info she got was quite shocking to her and she was struggling to comprehend it all, but he said it all with such conviction that she fully believed it. “So, what you’re saying is, is that there appears to be trouble, but it’s only a theory?”

“Yeah, it’s only an idea.  I have no idea until I finally know what’s happening.”

“Wait though!” said Dawn as realization came to her. “If we’re in danger, shouldn’t the citizens know about it…?”

“Shh!  Shh!” said Ash sharply.  He brought a finger to Dawn’s lips.  “As I said, it’s just an idea.  No one else can know why I’m here, at least not until I know exactly what’s going on here. Dawn,” he added quietly.  “Can I trust you to not say a word about this anyone else?  Extra people knowing what’s happening might cause more trouble than necessary.” Dawn’s eyes widened, Ash didn’t seem to be playing light anymore, his look was extremely serious – whatever it was that he was looking into, it wasn’t a dead end.  She nodded affirmatively.  “Good.” Ash smiled, and then quickly took his leave into the misty city.

OoOoO

“…Wake up!  Wake up!” came a prattling voice on the other end of her seaweed curtain. Misty groaned and got up from the shell that was her bed.

“What do you need, Daisy?” she asked sleepily.

“It’s already eight o’clock actually!” said Daisy cheerily.  “So, like, it’s you who should’ve been up a while ago missy.  Anyways…!”  Daisy then invited herself into her sister’s room.  “I was, like, thinking that you could do with a routine change, so come with me!”

“Go with you where…?”

“Oh, just around the reef.  It’s been too long since we’ve spent time together – you really got to wonder where time flies.”

“That time took flight as a result of you disappearing of somewhere quite regularly recently…” said Misty sarcastically.

“Oh lighten up,” sang Daisy, and swam off with Misty reluctantly following.

Along the waves, Daisy saw a male Siren swimming a few yards away from where she and Misty were travelling.  The male frowned when he saw the two approaching.  “And just where are you two ladies off to at this hour?” he asked cautiously.

“Morning to you too, Sean,” replied Daisy crisply.

“You’ve got some nerve being snippy,” grumbled Sean. “You’re the ones who went and defected – your pitiful resistance group lives pathetically.  Honestly, your opinions are all insane.”

“I don’t recall asking for your opinions at all,” answered Daisy.  “I’ll ask when I want an idiot’s position.”  And she quickly swam off.

“Nicely handled,” praised Misty when they were out of earshot.

“You get used to it when you’re on the defending side,” said Daisy with a smile.  “Anyways, this is your surprise.”  She pointed towards the surface of the ocean, though the light looked more fractured than usual.

“Huh, a storm might be passing by,” observed Misty.

“Yeah, I felt it in the waves,” added Daisy. “But all the same, you’ll really like what I’m about to show you.”  Before Misty could voice an opinion, Daisy grabbed her by the wrist and pull her up to the surface, the area they were was covered with rocks, one of which the blond rested herself against.

“Ugh!  The surface?” coughed Misty.  “What is it from here that you’d want me to see?”

“Take a look.”  The orange head opened her eyes and gazed upwards to what Daisy had been pointing to and gasped.  It was the lighthouse, standing tall and somewhat menacingly over the washed clifftops and swirling fog.

“The lighthouse?!” she spluttered.  “Wait a minute, what are you showing me a human structure for?”

“One – I think it’s beautiful, two – you’ve never seen it yourself before, and three – take a look up there…” said Daisy, whose tone went surprisingly soft on her third statement.

“What am I looking for?”

Her older sister pointed a finger at the male figure with black hair atop the balcony.  “Him,” she said dreamily.  “Oh…what a looker that one is.  His name is Tracey.  I’ve been observing his movements for a while recently.”

“So this is where you’ve been off to all this time?”

“Yeah, it’s quite out of the way from Rudy and his goons, and no one else really passes through here except for Pokémon, so I can observe him in peace.”  Misty blinked, clearly not understanding.  “I think he’s sweet,” went on Daisy.  “You know what he does aside from keeping that light going?  He watches the Pokémon, closely at that, he even draws them in that weird book of his…”

“Draws?”

“Yes.  He talks often to that Marill of his, they seem awfully close.  He calls himself a Pokémon Watcher, which I think has to do with that drawing habit of his.  Whatever drawing means, it seems similar to our photos back home.  So I think it’s just an archaic version of that – even if it does seem like a lot of work for something we could do in seconds.  So primitive!  Although…I wish I could get the chance to see his work up close, just to know what it’s like.”

Misty gulped.  “You wouldn’t risk approaching him, would you?”

“What, are you suddenly as afraid of the humans as the rest of those ‘Magikarp’ we call our kind as well?”

“N-no…” said Misty quietly as she sunk under the water, her sister following.  “I’m just scared for your sakes.”

Daisy smiled gently at her little sister. “Don’t worry, Misty, I’ve been careful, and if my observations are anything to go by, he’s curious about us as well.  Well,” she added with a mischievous snicker, “mostly in me, that is.  I am the one who has been singing for him recently. Ooh!  I know, I could sing right now actually.”  Daisy immediately popped her head out the water.  Misty didn’t know why, but in reflex she dove further down into the water.

She watched as Daisy began to sing.  They were both so preoccupied that failed to notice that Misty’s Goldeen was beginning to panic.  The nearby weeds were swaying furiously, and the Pokémon began to scatter – the girls were oblivious to it.

OoOoO

Ash made his way through the fog, all the areas closest to the water in town was packed with people either at market or fishing. He wanted to begin his search by investigating places where he had heard the strange song being sung the night before. The book told him that often with Sirens the first sign of them being about would be fog.  Deducing from that, he decided to head back to the lighthouse where the fog had first begun to appear and where the voice originated.

He stepped cautiously through before stepping up to the door and rapped loudly.  “Ahoy!  Ahoy, Keeper! Anybody home?!” he yelled.

Tracey was just putting some finishing touches on a drawing of his when Ash’s loud knocks disturbed him, luckily, he didn’t ruin his own work.  “Who the devil could that be?” he said in surprise.

“Marill, mar?”

Tracey didn’t give in a second thought and hurried downstairs where he found Ash.  Tracey couldn’t help but of him as a strange man.

“Ah, hello Keeper,” said Ash as he let himself into the building.  “Hope you don’t mind; could do with getting out of the winds.”

“Mm, those winds are bit fierce,” said Tracey. “But anyways, who are you and what do you want?  Almost no one from Cerulean visits the lighthouse, except Mrs. Meyers to deliver me bread.”

“Well, I’m not from around here, I’m a traveler,” said Ash as he aired out his coat.  “I’m Ash, Ash Ketchum.”

“Sketchit, Tracey Sketchit.”

“A pleasure, Tracey, and sorry for the intrusion but I’ve come to ask something of you.”

Tracey raised an eyebrow.  “About what?”

“Heard any…strange songs lately?”

“Oh, well yes I have,” said Tracey, shocked yet pleased at having someone aside from his Pokémon to talk to about the strange occurrences.  “It happens almost every day actually.  Just…comes randomly, fog or not.  Whoever she is, she has a fantastic voice.”

“I can imagine,” said Ash grinning.  “I overheard the tune when I passed by last night. Tell me, do you think it’s a Siren?”

Tracey was astonished!  “Y-you believe they exist?”

“Well, do you?” asked Ash.  “You’re the one hearing these miraculous songs.”

“I know, and I do believe in them,” answered Tracey confidently.  “Well, see I want to.  Thing is though, I’ve never seen one.”

“Mmm,” muttered Ash in agreement.  Just then the two men both heard a familiar, and spine-chillingly, but calming, female voice – it was the mysterious singer.

“Speak of the Devil…” said Tracey.

“Yeah,” replied Ash.  “Think it’s a Siren?”

Tracey seemed unsure, he shook his head to get the doubt out before a more confident looked came to him.  “What else is there to explain why those songs keep coming from the ocean?” he said

His visitor only shrugged, before a sight from the window caught his eye.  “Well, who knows?  Perhaps it’s just our minds playing tricks on us.  But oh man, look at that.”

Coming in from the sea were huge rolling waves. “Uh oh,” said Tracey, though he sounded calmer than he should have.  “Better keep an eye out – there could be fishermen out on the bay, I only hope they aren’t getting caught in that, or our singer!”  Before Ash could speak, Tracey dashed back upstairs.  Ash grimaced as he heard the waves.

“Come on,” he said to Pikachu, and dashed out the door.  A freak wind passed through, blowing up sea water and tiny pebbles, the waves crashing fiercely against the rocks.  Ash heard a high-pitched scream suddenly and followed it.  “Don’t worry!  I’m coming!”

OoOoO

Misty was panicked as the icy water swirled around her – she couldn’t navigate through all the confusion.  Suddenly, she hit a rock face; she thought for a moment that it was a cliff and that she was safe.  She held Goldeen and breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly a large wave came and Misty shrieked as the force hit her and pushed her up the slick rock, she dragged over the jagged structure, her nerves firing off as the feeling of pain coursed through her.  She landed tail first into the hard rock surface on the other side.  “Ow!” she wailed loudly.

She took in her surroundings as soon as the chaos stopped – there was only enough water to submerge her bottom half, leaving her torso exposed to the earth.  “Oh no,” she gasped.  She had been forced into a tiny cove, the rock she fell in from being too big to climb. Her tail was bruised and she saw it was beginning to swell – she winced at the sight.  She was worried – she was stranded!

Her heart rate began to go up.  She was trapped, alone, in plain sight and with Daisy nowhere in sight.  “Oh Goldeen,” she whispered in fright.  “What if a human finds me…?”  She had heard rumors that humans destroyed what they knew nothing about.

Ash jogged as quickly and as safely as he could over the dangerous terrain, whoever was in trouble needed to get out of the storm and fast.  Wind and rain buffeted him.  He hurried around the stones before halting with a loud screech of his heels.

Splashing before him in a pool of water was a figure that looked like a girl in a swimsuit, her hair orange went only as far as her shoulders.  But most shocking for him of all was…

“A…tail?” he said aloud.  It was large, green, made of scales, and pretty.

Misty squirmed round and stared in fright, any cry for help was lost in her throat like a cornered Pokémon.

Ash found his voice.  “You…” he began.  “You’re a Siren, right?”

#Pokemon #zedpercyfan #Pokeshipping #pokeani #SatoKasu #the sirens of cerulean

[ladytauria]

Prompt!! "Outside your mind"

this took forever and i’m so sorry for that!!! i had A LOT of fun with this prompt though!! i had an idea immediately, but it took a bit to give it a proper shape, tbh. i think i finally have it the way i wanted it :heart:

thank you so much for sending it!! :all of the hearts: i hope you enjoy!! 

most of this will be under the cut, bc it got kinda long :D

Outside Your Mind

The first dreamhappens when Chiro is just a boy.

His family isstill together then—mother, father, boy. They live in Shuggazoom, in apenthouse apartment. Chiro is spoiled with love, affection, and many, manytoys. His parents are his heroes; their apartment his world. He couldn’t behappier.

So when thedreams come, it makes no sense.

A giant skeletonman looms before him, dressed in tattered purple cape. His organs squirm on theoutside, and his eyes glow red. When he smiles his mouth is full of sharp teethand Chiro wants to run.

“What a little pest,” the skeleton man says, and hisvoice is dark and low and raspy and it makes Chiro’s skin prickle. He lifts onebooted foot and brings it down on Chiro.

He wakesscreaming.

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His family fallsapart. They go boating. Chiro was excited to see the fish—so excited. He had abook and everything. And then something happened. It got dark and stormy reallysuddenly, and the waves grew taller and taller until the ship sank beneath it’sweight. The lifevest around Chiro’s neck saved him from drowning, but it didn’tsave his parents.

Chiro was takenfar away from Shuggazoom, to a cold and empty house. His aunt and uncle werenot kind and gentle and loving, and their house was not warm and welcoming and home.

But there wasnowhere else to go.

It felt like thedreams got worse, after that.

This time hecould see more than the skeleton man. They were in a really big cave—except thecave had windows, that looked out into stars. The skeleton man was sitting on athrone this time, instead of standing. He was playing with toys, pushing themaround like a game of chess.

Red eyes caughton Chiro again, and they narrowed.

“You.”

Chiro didn’t knowwhat possessed him to speak, except maybe that the anger he bit back during theday time was too much to contain in a dream. “Yeah. Me. Who are you?” he snapped.

The skeleton manstood. Swished his cape. Brandished a skull-topped staff. “I am the Skeleton King,insolent fool. And I will not tolerate you trespassing in my domain.”

Chiro scowled. “I’mnot trespassing,” he said. “This is my dream!”

The skeleton man,who didn’t deserve a title as grand as king, looked at him like you looked atgum on your shoe. “Dream? This is nodream, boy.” He brandished his staff, and Chiro’s vision was filled withgreen light.

He sat up, sweatingin his bed. His skin burned. He pulled his pajama top off, throwing it acrossthe room as if it had scalded him. The shadows in the corner of his room moved—itwas all he could do not to scream. He flipped his lamp on instead.

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He started sleepingwith a nightlight. First a little blue thing that only made the shadows seemdarker. Then a Sun Riders lamp that glowed like a miniature sun.

The dreamscontinued well into his teens. He went back to Shuggazoom, to some eliteboarding school his uncle thought would be ‘good for him.’ Chiro liked theclasses well enough. Especially his science and mechanics class. Mostly he justliked being back at Shuggazoom. Visiting the arcade. Getting burgers from Mr.Gakslapper’s. Holographic ice cream. He even visited his old apartment building.

He avoided thelake, though.

The dreams didn’tcome every night, like they had after his parents died. But if he went to bedangry, or upset, or scared, or any kind of negative emotion at all—he foundhimself back in that throne room, staring down the skeleton man who wanted tobe king. Chiro took to avoiding people when he could. That didn’t keep him frombeing upset—but it helped a little.

The skeleton mannever stopped being scary, but Chiro was grateful to him in a way. He had neverdreamed of his parents deaths. Only happy memories of them. He never forgot—buthe never dreamed of it. He was never trapped there in his sleeping mind. Soeven though he still dreaded the skeleton man’s appearance, he couldn’t helpbut be perversely thankful that it was him,and not the dark waters of Shuggazoom’s lake.

The dreams had arhythm to them now. He would mouth off, to prove that he wasn’t afraid (even thoughhe was). The skeleton man would attack him.

Sometimes it wentdifferently. Once, they had played chess. Chiro had lost—badly. The skeletonman had been so insufferably smug Chiro had thrown the board in his face. Chirogot zapped with the staff again. This time when he woke up his skin was red.

Chiro didn’t knowwhat the dreams meant, or what his subconscious was trying to tell him… but hereally wished they would go away.

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When he wasfourteen, he met the team. He was exploring, ended up playing a game of kickthe can, and found a really cool robot. He thought it was a statue at first…but he was wrong. He woke them up and joined their ranks and thought: maybe I can have a home again.

It was a goodfeeling. A good hope. That didn’t mean he was opening up and spilling all ofhis secrets, or welcoming them into his heart. But he was… open to it.Receptive. They seemed like good people. And it meant he could escape his normal,boring life whenever he needed to. (Or could jump right back into it, when heneeded a break from his exciting, super powered life. It was like a dream cometrue, honestly. Sometimes he wished that he would have kept a secret identity.That would have been really great. Thoughhard to explain to the school.)

But then thingschanged.

Again.

There was anattack on Shuggazoom. Bone men held together by tendrils of black ooze. Peoplewere screaming, but Chiro was standing with his team—ready to face off againsthis adversary, whoever that might be.

They foughtthrough wave after wave of the bone men, the Formless as Otto named them. Theyweren’t hard to dispatch—but some of them would reform. It was exhausting.Finally, the wave began to subside.

And then Chiro lookedup.

Hovering over thebattle was a metal robot. Black and red, with a large view screen on its front.

And on that viewscreen…

Chiro dropped tohis knees. His stomach bottomed out.

The skeleton mansmiled, and in a voice he had heard only in his dreams said, “After all theseyears, Chiro, we finally meet outside your mind.”

#srmthfg #super robot monkey team hyper force go #srmt #chiro #skeleton king #tauriawrites #tauriawritesfanfic #srmt fanfic #srmt fic #lovely anons #asks and answers

[chaniters]

Psycopathor’s Murder Games, Part 1

After enhancing his powers, Cyrus joins Psycopathor’s games, hoping to defeat the rangers and gain the piece of technology he needs. But Psycopathor has something up his sleeve, as usual. 

(Post-retribution AU part 5)

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You try to push the people away. Both Physically and mentally.

Their thoughts are so loud... It almost hurts.

Your shields are weaker now. Regina explained. Shields are necessary to protect others from your powers as much as to protect others from your own mind.

With her procedure, she can increase your mind's signal strength, but your shields get broken down in turn.

You felt like you were dying as she had her machines work on you. Wanted to break free, escape.. Get out...But she was just doing what you asked. It’s you in control, not her. The thought was strangely comforting as you sank deeper into her manipulations. Let her slowly tear you apart... willingly. 

It's so hard to block their thoughts right now… And you feel strange. Almost like you were drunk. Like you’re not yourself anymore. Humans. They all look so insignificant… so meaningless… you could just…

No. Do not get distracted!

You raise what's left of your shields and take some painkillers from your pocket to stop the headache. That'll have to do for now.

The crowd is huge. A long drive out of town, then a dangerous stroll through the ruins, and you're here.

Apocalyptica Fest.

You heard about it but never visited yourself. Ortega and Anathema did a few times and told you it was an experience.

They weren't exaggerating.

Doom Cults celebrating the anniversary of the destruction caused by the big one, that destroyed old Los Angeles.

Outsider subcultures, on full display.

Criminals, selling drugs and specially hero-drugs freely.

No police force whatsoever.

Several bands are playing in the "End of the world" section. An infernal party like no other.

THere's no formal announcement for Psycopathor, he's not that careless. But you can see the monster-fuckers wearing his memorabilia wherever you look.

They're here for the Murder games.

You're all wearing dark outfits with hoods, hiding your costumes. No masks yet.

Cybra and Aegis. You wish Cestus was here, but he turned against you after the stunt you pulled. He’s too angry for you to manipulate. Cellex and the others voted against it as well.

You should consider yourself lucky though.

You and Cybra are two heaviest hitters on your side. And Aegis has a history of being almost undefeated against other powered individuals.

She can handle Steel if it comes to it.

And your powers... It's hard to even control them now.

You can sense humans having a soft headache around you. Aegis complained a bit about it but told you her mind-defense training would hold.

You smile. Good for her because you've got no way to stop it.

It was extremely painful. But Regina told you she's not done. She's preparing to go all the way next time, once you're ready.

She said you’re not a Cuckoo anymore. You're way beyond infiltration. You're a weapon now.

Cybra points at a large tent in the distance.

The Monster-fucker stand. It's huge You're told to wait there.

"Right. Let's go" you say.

................................................................

Two pints of Monster-Fucker beer and one Apocalypse Sandwich later, Psycopathor makes his entrance from the back, in full costume.

You've already spotted the rangers, wearing equally concealing outfits, on the other side of the closed tent. Herald is there.

It's hard to read his thoughts around the crowd. But he seems to be all over the place.

Psycopathor gives a signal, and the Monster-Fucker tent collapses, revealing a huge stage.

Fireworks fly off, making everyone turn to look in his direction.

A tall woman takes a mic and stands in the center of the stage, lights focusing on her.

LADIES, AND GENTLEMEN AND EVERYONE CAUGHT IN BETWEEN! I GIVE YOU...." Drumrolls start somewhere "PSYCOPATHOR!"

The presenter moves out of the spotlight, letting the tall figure take the mic. He's added some decorated with skulls to his shoulder pads. They look so real you're have to wonder where he got them.  

He isn't wearing his largest skull helm, but he has "Dia de Los Muertos" makeup this time. Nice detail.

He looks badass, you have to admit.   How will your own suit, slender and tall measure up?

"WELCOME! Heroes! Villains!" He starts, sections of the crowd cheering as he mentions them.

"MONSTER FUCKERS!" he adds, addressing a small sector of people dressed elegantly and wearing masks, taking seats in the spot with the best view of the stage.

"AND EVERYONE FUCKING ELSE!" Now everyone cheers. “THIS IS THE EVENT OF THE YEAR, THAT YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING SINCE BEFORE YOU WERE BORN!” Ok maybe that’s exaggerating a bit.

"TONIGHT, I'VE ARRANGED MURDER GAMES LIKE NEVER BEFORE!" He goes on "LET US PRESENT OUR CONTESTANTS"

A large screen lighted up behind him.

"LEADING THE HEROES TEAM, A MAN WHO'S GOT MORE METAL THAN FLESH! THE UNFLOORABLE MARSHALL STEEL!"

The screen goes on a trailer of Steel fighting various enemies. At one point you can't help but smile seeing him kick Psycopathor himself out of a building's window.

Steel himself walks on the stage, as the crowd cheers... some of them boo as well. He isn't clapping, and he hates every moment of this. And the crowd knows, and that makes them cheer and boo even harder. Typical Chen.

"SECOND. OUR KILLER LADY EVERYONE LOVES!  A RANGER WHO ALWAYS GETS HER MAN, DEAD OR ALIVE, BUT LET's BE HONEST, SHE GENERALLY BRINGS COFFINS... LADY ARGENT!"

Another trailer. Argent stabbing enemies... And then she's fighting you, atop the heights of that bridge her claws and your fists moving almost faster than the camera can follow.

That footage never ceases to amaze you, that you could keep up against her.

She walks to the stage with a bright smile. Someone screams for her to have his babies. Usual stuff. She isn't always close to her fans, but she loves to have them in this sickening gladiatorial setting. Reminds everyone she's the real thing.

"THIRD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? IS IT AN UNDERWEAR MODEL, OR A HERO?! OH WAIT IT'S BOTH! MAKE NOISE FOR... HERALD!"

Herald's trailer makes people lose it. The crowd goes insane as he walks on the stage... No smile. No bow to the crowd... He turns and gives you the coldest murderous glare you've seen in some time.

His mind is different. Cold. Focused. And that's not all. He's been under some sort of... change. Argent and Chen feel it too. Chen is... concerned? Herald must have unlocked some new power. And he thinks he can destroy you with it.

You clap for him, which only infuriates him more.

"Come at me with everything you got Daniel" you speak to his mind, without words "I fear no one".

Several people turn around. Wow. You wanted only Daniel to hear it, but apparently half the audience did. Your powers are just beyond right now.

The outburst of rage within his mind is phenomenal. For a moment you think he's going to glide for your throat right there... but then he controls himself, and gives the crowd the smile and bow they've been waiting for.  

So... a transformed Herald... What's next?

"AND NOW... LET US PRESENT... THE POD PEOPLE!" You smile. Pod people isn't the worst thing they're calling you these days, and it's actually accurate, you all come from large tubes.

"THE MASTER MINDFUCKER HIMSELF, THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS RANDOM DESTRUCTION... " He begins. You start to stand, trying to make sure your short cape looks presentable.

"RETRIBUTION" he goes on, the spotlight following you as you come down to the stage. A trailer begins, showing you fight all of the rangers, and many, many other heroes. And it ends with you on giants screens threatening the populace, and the Helios blowing up the City Hall with its lasers as your laughter goes over the loudspeakers.

Fuck. You wish you could have done that trailer yourself. Psycopathor's already bested you twice today.

You stand on a threatening pose. There is overwhelming booing from the audience. But a lot of cheers too.

This baffles you. Of course, many of the people in the audience are anarchists with anty-system views. But many of them just came for the show. Why are they still cheering?

You've been preventing casualties, that's why. They still don't get where your rebellion is heading for...

They still think you're going to be old news in a few years.

You just smile behind your helm. Too much irony. You pose. You threaten the ones booing at you.  You bow to the fans that start cheering on a corner.

Let them have this.

Your mind begins considering what's next, as the announcements go for the rest of your team.

Aegis. She's probably the strongest single combatant at close quarters. She's ideal for this match. And Cybra. She might be vulnerable in your mind, but there's no escaping the fact that she's one of the deadliest members of your rebellion hands down.  

"Now let us announce our WONDERFUL PRIZES"

The woman comes back, with a second mic.

"The prizes for these Murder Games are...."

The displays change to show the tacky Hourglass armor. You know you're not good with style choices, but that thing is just hideous.

"The Hourglass Armor! Designed by the Time-Bender, it can freeze anyone in a large radius for a whole minute!"

It does seem like a second-rate trinket given your powers. You smile. Good. Let them think i'ts just a joke.

"And the second prize... Giving a new definition to the damsel in distress... The man everyone wants to rescue...It's Los Diablos's beloved hero... CHARGE!"

He is shown spread-eagled, in full costume, arms and legs restrained by a strengthened plastic device. Psycopathor made some cuts on his costume to give him a "Beaten and recently captured look".

He is struggling with the restraints, actually making it sexier. Of course, he does. You wonder if he knows he's being watched. He probably does, the idiot.

The crowd loses it, cheering. You close your eyes, trying to hold your weak shields together. It's deafening.

Someone squeezes your hand.

Cybra?

You look at her. She's expressionless as usual. But she knows what's going on. It's so hard to tell with her. You can't rely on scanning her mind, and she has no body-language or speech that you can study.

After announcing they'll be having a lottery for everyone attending and where to buy tickets, she hands the Mic to Psycopathor again.

About time.

“ALRIGHT. FIRST RULE OF THE MURDER GAMES! NO OUTSIDE HELP! IF ANYONE HELPS YOU, YOU’RE DISQUALIFIED. ”

“SECOND RULE…. PUT ON A FUCKING SHOW! DONT MAKE ME LOOK BAD, YOU FUCKERS!”

“THAT'S ALL FOR THE RULES. NOW THE GOAL OF THE GAME…”

“FOR YEARS MY MONSTER FUCKERS HAVE BEEN DEMANDING THIS, AND NOW, FINALLY, AGAINST ALL ODDS I’M DELIVERING! THE TARGET OF THESE MURDER GAMES… IS NO OTHER THAN LOS DIABLOS’S VERY OWN… “

“CATASTROFIEND!!!!!!”

A final trailer begins, as your jaw drops to the floor.

Catastrofiend during the Phoenix Massacre. Catastrofiend during the West Covina battle.

Catastrofiend during the Beverly Hills Rampage. It goes on and on. Santa Monica. Santa Clarita. Destroying the Zoo. Catastrofiend killing Whirlwind. Catastrofiend beheading Sunstroke. Catastrofiend stabbing Mantis. Catastrofiend slashing Ortega, as you shoot him and drag both of you away. And then there are the movie posters. “A nightmare on the 13th”. I… II… III… He’s the original slasher villain after all.

Fuck.

The trailer ends with Catastrofiend’s broken voice roaring with that insect chirp he does, chilling your bones.

“I HAVE CAPTURED THE CATASTROFIEND MONSTER FUCKERS!” He yells. “I DONE IT! AND WE ARE GOING TO RELEASE HIM TONIGHT, JUST FOR THESE MURDER GAMES!”

Steel is discussing with his team. He steps up.

“You never said you would endanger civilians!!”

“OH? I GUESS I DIDN’T… WELL, NO ONE SHOULD BE IN DANGER… IF YOU WIN THESE GAMES, THAT IS! “

“THE TARGET OF THESE MURDER GAMES IS CATASTROFIEND! FIRST TEAM TO TAKE IT’S HEAD AND BRING IT HERE GETS EVERYTHING! THE NEWS WILL PROVIDE FOOTAGE OF IT ALL, AND WE’LL BE HERE, SHOWING IT LIVE ON THESE WONDERFUL SCREENS!”

“THE MONSTER IS BEING RELEASED IN 5 MINUTES, AT THE LOCATION! ON SCREEN! IF YOU HAVE ANY LOVED ONES, MONSTER FUCKERS, NOW’S THE TIME TO TELL THEM TO GET THE FUCK AWAY!”

Many on the crowd take out their cellphones. Others just cheer. A 3d projector shows up a map.

Cybra’s eyes flicker as she records it.

Steel looks like he wants to complain some more.

You and your team head run off the stage without a word. You and Cybra each take one of Aegis’ hands, and activate your jump-thrusters, carrying her upwards and gliding over the crowd.  

No time to waste.

“LET THE GAMES BEGIN!” He goes on in the distance. “ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?” he asks. Obviously, he had to ask that question. The crowd explodes.

Fucking Psycopathor.

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My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero    DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero spoilers #cyrus basri #Au Post-Retribution #Fanfic

[nerdwaifuu]

The Elemental Experiments~ Chapter 3

It was nearly nightfall by the time Zane finally found his way to the party. The front yard was filled with highschoolers of actually all grades, which was surprising to see even seniors came to the party. He rode up to the drive way and hid his bike in the garage of the summer house, then snuck his way into the backyard. Knowing how many people were hanging out in the front yard, Zane couldn't even imagine what was going inside.

Once in the backyard, Zane walked by the pool and sat down on one of the lounge chairs, watching other guests pushing each other into the cold water. Zane chuckled a bit while seeing everyone having fun, but soon got startled as a warm hand grabbed his shoulder, letting out a small gasp.

"Don't need to worry, it's just me." A familiar voice reassured him. Zane looked over to the hand and his icy blue eyes met with the hazel eyes of one of his friends, who seemed to be dressed as Brian Johnson, the lead singer of AC DC. In his other hand, his fingers wrapped around an empty red solo cup.

"H-hello Cole." Zane stuttered, still not recovered from the little spook Cole gave him. The raven haired teen began to chuckle, sitting down on the lounge chair right next to Zane's.

"Heh, nice costume?" Cole said, reminding Zane of the costume that Jay got him and the hoodie he had on, hiding the majority of his costume. Zane scratched the back of his head, not knowing how to respond.

"I believe the hoodie isn't part of the costume. Why don't you take it off?" Cole asked, motioning towards the zipper. Zane's cheeks began to blush as he remembered how "revealing" he believed the top was. But, without an answer from Zane, Cole quickly unzipped the hoodie and revealed the sparkling blue top and long cape. Zane finally caught on though and tried to zip up his hoodie again, but it was too late.

"Holy shit, Jay actually got someone to make it..." Cole whispered, his cheeks becoming a bit red too. Zane's arms were crossed, trying to hide his revealed chest. Cole started chuckling again, grabbing one of Zane's arms and moving it out of the way and pulling it close to him, then setting the cup down and slipped Zane's hoodie off.

"It suits you... you know. It's kinda..." Cole fakes a cough, then finishes his sentence quietly.

"Hot..." Zane begins to blush, yet again not knowing how to react. He never expected his night to start with this.

"Um... th-thanks?" Zane finally responds, looking away from Cole. He could hear his friend sigh, holding Zane's hand close to his chest.

"Well, my king, how about we head inside and hang out or whatever." Zane's shoulders shrugged. He realized how nice it was out, and he was enjoying the fresh air. He rather wanted to stay outside instead of enter the hell inside.

"I would... prefer to stay out here..." Cole nodded and stood up, letting go of Zane's cold hand. Immediately, Zane missed Cole's warmth as Cole went inside. He held his pale hand close to his revealed chest, a feeling of loneliness flooding over him. Fortunately, the sound of the sliding door that led to the back opening caught his attention.

"Buddy, c'mon. I've heard you got a good taste in music. Save Dareth and I from the songs my classmates like." A senior in a smaurai looking costume was telling Cole, who was carrying two red solo cups this time.

"No way Ronin. Too busy." He responded before sitting back down.

"Dammit... I'm tired of feeling like I'm at a middle school dance." Ronin mumbled, getting a look from the other senior with him, who was wearing a brown ninja suit.

"Not everyone has the same music choices as you..." was the last thing Cole and Zane heard the two senior students say before heading inside. Cole began to shake his head as he held out one of the cups to Zane. He hesitantly takes the cup, examining the dark liquid within the plastic cup.

"It's just soda... I know you wouldn't like anything else they had... however, I want to ask you something?" Zane began to bite his lip. He knew where this conversation was going.

"What is it?..." he asked before taking a small sip of the soda. With a sigh, Cole asked his question, or questions.

"Where were you during lunch? Why were you even more distant? What is bothering you? What is going on in that big brain of yours?" His pale hands started to shake, causing Zane to grasp the red solo cup tighter. The one time he thought he could forget about it, he couldn't. There's no escape... unless...

"Well..." he sighed and told his tale. He started with what happened on Monday. What his father told him. How it kept him awake at night. It made him toss and turn while he pondered on what he could mean. It turned his gears in his mind during class, acting as a giant distraction to his education. He was surprised him possibly overthinking such simple statements hasn't driven him mad. Although, he never dared to ask about it nor let it off his chest.

Cole sat through his entire rant, listening to each and every word of what his fellow classmate had to say. Guilt filled him, knowing that he had noticed him clearly disturbed, but he didn't try to help him figure this out at all. In the end, both sat silently, staring at the crystal clear pool filled with a handful of highschoolers having the times of their lifes.

Then, suddenly, Cole wrapped his arm around Zane, holding him close to him.

"Promise me not to hide anything from me anymore... you always worry me, you know." Cole whispered in Zane's ear. He slowly nodded, feeling safe in Colés arms. Like nothing can harm or bother him anymore. Like everything is actually perfect...

Ring ringgggggg~ ring ringggggggg~

The sound of Zane's phone interrupted the moment, causing both to quickly break apart.

"Sorry..." Zane muttered before retrieving his phone out of his hoodie, which ended up on the ground. He checked the number, seeing it was actually his father. A look of worry was his face as he answered the phone. Dr. Julien barely calls...

"H-hello?"

"I love you son..."

Click.

Zane slowly lowered his phone. The two freshmen looked at each other with worry and confusion in their eyes, until their train of thought was disrupted by a scream.

"FIRE!"

Everyone flooded into the front yard, staring at the rising flames of something in the distance. Multiple firetrucks, ambulances, and News vans passed by, heading towards the fire. All the party attendees chatted, clearly scared or worried. One question caught Zane and Cole off guard.

"Yo, ain't Borg Laboratory's over in that area?" Once Zane remembered that his father was at the lab this Friday night, he hopped onto his bike and went down a short cut to the laboratory. Many other people followed him, curious of what actually was getting burned down. Once Zane found his way to the lab, he felt like falling to his knees and screaming. The entire building was on fire, looking like it was a huge torch. People were being rushed out of the building, but from what he could see, none resembled Zane's father... but he could see a few of his fathers co-workers and an injured Cyrus Borg, being carried into an ambulance. Zane walked over to multiple co-workers, asking about his father. Each one shrugged, saying they haven't seen him. The feeling of just breaking down and letting everything out grew and grew, but Zane kept all his feelings bottled off. He wanted to be strong in front of all of his fathers co-workers and all the dressed up students he could see any day of his entire highschool life.

All the highschoolers stuck around until the fire was put out and once the adults started to shoo them away, saying they should head back home. Most listened, leaving Kai, Jay, Lloyd, Cole, and Zane. They all stood together, waiting for Zane to hear if they knew anything about his father. No news ever came. They never found his body, dead nor alive. Their was no trace of him. All they know was that Borg was with him, but, unfortunately, Borg was not in good enough shape to be interviewed by any news reporters.

Soon enough, the five were also told to head home as well. They obeyed and all silently went their separate ways, none knowing what to say. They were all still scared and worried, but not for the same reason as before they knew what was burning down.

Once home, Zane disappeared into his room. He was too worried to get undressed or even get ready. He wanted to just curl up and scream and cry into a pillow or his blanket, which he ended up doing, minus the screaming. He ended up wrapping himself in his soft blanket and hiding hisface in his pillow, allowing the warm tears to rolls down his cold cheeks. He did this until he went onto his side and fell into a deep sleep, tired from what occurred that day...

"Please be safe Father... I love you too..."

#ninjago zane #ninjago fanfic #ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago dr. julien

[ravens-nest-ofthings]

84 with Hanna and rose?

84. Put your hands where I can see them

Gotham wasn’t a quite city. It was big and loud with angry drivers and crime. As Hanna mad her way back to her apartment after one of her later classes, she had her earbuds in to try and block out the noise. Her head was killing her and she really could go for something to drink right about then. However, the small sanctuary she was able to create was suddenly shattered as an explosion went off a block away from where she stood. There were a few screams of panic from other pedestrians and even though Hanna was startled she stood her ground, staring at the building that just exploded. 

She couldn’t see much with the smoke remaining high but suddenly a grappling hook shot out to latch high up on another building yanking a figure clad in black with it. It easily could have been mistaken for a caped crusader himself, but Hanna saw a flash of purple as the figure sung themselves onto the building. She took off running, keeping her eyes toward the roof tops. Every now and again she would see that purple black cap flutter from roof top to roof top until she watched it drop down in a familiar back alleyway. Hanna came to a halt, glancing to see the black figure at the end of the alleyway, bent down as thought they were looking at something. She smiled evilly before creeping quietly toward the figure.

——-

Queen used her grappling hook once more to ease herself down in to the alleyway, glancing quickly around before looking to the back of loot she just snatched. It was heavy so she bent down to rest it on the grown. As she opened it, diamonds and pearls glimmered in the light that her helmet was giving off. She watched the scanners flick around in her feed, assuring that nothing was broken, all while assuring that everything was there. Once the confirmation popped up green, she smiled widely, going to stand once more when another sensor went off. 

Before Queen could do anything, she heard a voice shout, “ Put your hands up where I can see them!”

She made a bit of face at the odd sounding voice. It was as though the person was trying to play hero…this should be easy. Queen slowly eased up her hands, raising them so they could easily be seen. 

“Take off the helmet!” the person ordered. 

She rolled her ears and responded, “I can not do both.”

“Just do it!”

Queen did so, all while getting ready to charge her wrist canon, a prototype she was eager to test out. All in one fluid motion, Queen ripped off her helmet and took aim at the…wait Hanna? Her face went completely blank as she tried to comprehend the fact that Hanna was currently standing a few feet away from her with an oh so threatening hand gun.  

Hanna burst out laughing, while Rose screeched, “What the FUCK!? I could have killed you!?”

It was a rare thing for Rose to ever curse, causing Hanna to laugh even harder. All Rose could do was gap at her friend who she nearly tried to kill. 

“No you wouldn’t have, you love me to much,” She said, calming down a bit, “After all, aren’t you the one who always says, ‘enjoy the rush,girl’”

Rose still couldn’t believe her, blinking quite dumbly as she still tried to process everything. Hanna’s laughter died out and she joined her friend to look at what loot she just stole. She was surprised to see a bag full of riches instead high-tech equipment. 

“So…what triggered the late night shopping spree,” Hanna finally asked, picking out one of the diamond necklaces to Rose’s chest. 

It honestly was rather flattering against her dark skin done, complimenting her ever darker eyes. Hanna swore that they were as black as obsidian sometimes. Rose took the necklace from her, placing it in her palm as she gave it a look of contemplation. 

“Brit was having a…rough day,” she informed her, making the other girl frown some, “I thought perhaps a gift like this would make her feel beautiful…even if it was just for a moment.”

Hanna heart was touched by this, glancing up to look at her face. Rose was very cold naturally, raised to be so. She had seen her struggle to grow close with some of the others, but now they were one big, happy…deranged family. They were there for each other even when no one else was. 

“You know, normal friends just buy each other gifts…lord knows you got the money to do so.”

Rose smiled softly, meeting Hanna’s eyes, “Yeah…but where’s the fun in that.”

Before any other words could be said, sirens and flashed of red and blue began to fill the world around them, sending them both into a slight panic. Someone was shouting orders of surrender at them but this time it was for real. 

Hanna tried to ready herself for the fight that was about to ensue but an arm suddenly wrapped itself around her. There was a bright light and something that sound like thunder. Once, she regained her vision, she realized that they were back stage of the theater, utter scaring the crap out of Andres. Bebe looked about ready to attack them both before realizing that it was only Hanna and Rose that suddenly materialized out of nothing. Bebe ran over to Rose, wagging her stump of a tail as fast as she could, ready for treats and belly rubs.

“Dios Mio…” Andres whispered, grabbing at his heart as though he was having a heart attach, “What the fuck was that?!”

“A teleporter,” Rose said matter of factly, while giving Bebe belly rubs, “What do you think I have been working on for the past month? A cybernetic rub?” 

Andres only shook his head, looking as if he just lost a good ten years of life. He slowly walked away, probably to go up to his perch to help calm down his everything. Bebe trotted after him and Rose went over to a near by work station to set down her helmet. Hanna finally decided to look down to see that she was still stood on a giant circle that looked to be made of some sort of black glass and metal. 

“A teleporter?” She asked, never not stunned by what Rose was able to make. 

“Yes. I finished it this morning.”

“Wait? What!? Was that the first time you used it!?” Hanna asked, jumping off the machine and making sure that she was okay.

“Yes,” Rose confirmed, but before she could elaborate further, some of the younger members of young injustice barreled into Rose’s made scientist lair. 

“I told you Rose was doing her science stuff,” Will said as they all surrounded the teleporter, having over heard the previous conversations

Annabel looked confused while Dev was grinning with glee. 

All of a sudden they began to clamor excitedly, asking all sorts of questions from, “Can I be next?” “Does it work in reverse?” “Will I lose an arm if I use it?” to “What is it?” “Is it like a summoning circle?” “Can we invite those demons over again?”

Hanna was still stunned, but she was snapped back into reality at the mention of demons. Before she could do anything, the three of them tried getting the teleporter to work when they were all shocked and an a big red error popped up saying “CHILD LOCK PROCEDURES HAVE BEEN ACTIVATED.” She couldn’t help but laugh when all three of them let out a long whine of sadly and slightly pain. 

Dev suddenly turned to her, unaffected by the shocking defense mechanism, and asked, “Hanna can you hack Rose’s stuff so we can use the teleporter.”

She could imagine what chaos would occur if they could get their hands on it, and not wanting it to become a reality, Hanna shrugged her shoulders and said, “Sorry, you all know Rose is far smarter then me. Get her to do it.”

Will muttered something about her no longer being the cool mom and they all turned back to the teleporter to try and figure out some way to get it to work. Hanna shook her head and walked away from it all, deciding it was probably best she should just stay at the theater tonight after the chaos from earlier. Maybe she can talk to Andres about letting her into his perch for some peace and quite. As she walked out from back stage, she saw Rose and Brit talking. Or she assumed they were considering Brit was currently full slime mode and Rose’s back was turned to her. Rose pulled out the diamond necklace, which glittered in the house lights.  Brit slowly took shape once more and Rose stepped behind her to secure the necklace. She then pulled out her phone to use the selfie cam as a mirror. Even though the diamonds didn’t really suite Brit, she still smiled.

Hanna smiled as well, never not stunned by what Rose was able to make.

#This got way out of hand and became something that I did not intend #but I am really happy with it #I hope I got everyone's characters right #please tell me if they are to ooc #I am tired so they probably are #I really wanted to try and show the different layers to Rose #fill out her character more #Also headcanon that the backstage totally serves as Rose's mad scientist liar #Also I really want to draw a lay out of the theater for my own sanity #Rose Nelson #Hanna Makris #Britney Hilt #annabel herdevary #dev hamil #will winters #Andres Begay #I think thats it.... #oh also #Bebe

[scientifically-strange]

Bored part 2

The humans were…Interesting, to say the least. Every single one of them. After his little trip to the mortal plain he decided he was going to keep an eye on them, just in case. And he had Clockwork’s help in looking back at what they had previously done, like saving New York from aliens. Which was pretty rad.

He knew how Stark buried himself in his work, ignoring his feelings because it was easier to detach and pretend like you don’t care when you know deep down you probably care to much.

He saw how the good Captain would wake up in a cold sweat, shouting for this Bucky person, or a Peggy. Then he would realize where he was, eyes sparking with realization, and stay awake the rest of the night. Nobody knew because of the soundproof walls and Steve’s ability to lie his ass off like it was as easy as breathing.

He observed how Doctor Banner would fiddle nervously, always wringing his hands as if anticipating something bad. He flinched at every sudden noise and would shy away from contact more often then not. But he had more heart than probably any of the others. All he wanted to do was good, but sometimes things got a little out of hand.

He noted how Natasha was quiet as a mouse though everyone was aware she was the predator, not prey. He knew she kept an assortment of hidden weapons on her person, even if she was just relaxing in her pajamas. It gave her a sense of comfort. The Tower and Avengers did to, but only to a degree. The Widow did not like being caught off guard. And after Red Room, Danny knew she never would be.

Then came her partner I’m crime. The archer. Clint was definitely a wonder, chugging down an entire pot of coffee straight from the pot and able to stomach moldy pizza if he really needed to. His aim was like nothing Danny had ever seen, and yet he didn’t even seem to care. But Danny saw through that. Clint cared about being the best, about being worthy to the Avengers kf nothing else. Because if he ever missed he would be just another guy with a bow and arrow. He would just put in his purple hearing aids and get on with his life, because pretending you were stupid was simple than his life, and sometimes he really just needed simple.

Thor was probably the hardest to read. Even harder than Natasha. A lot of that came from the fact that Thor was immortal and had a lot of baggage. He blamed himself for Loki’s fate and his mother’s death. He blames himself for the death of the mortals that fell when the Chitari attacked. He decided to use those, however, to give his friends-his second family-advice. If anything it was to prevent them from making the same foolish mistakes he had. Too many lives have been taken because of him. To many innocent lives. Most people would never know though. The never looked past the kindness in his eyes to see the guilty weight bearing down on him.

Then there was probably the most normal person out of the lot. He had no powers or any special skills except for being able to control a giant pair of wings with ease. But he had these eyes that spoke volumes without him even having to open his mouth. His body language said soldier. It said retired. But his heart spoke a tale of sadness, of exhaustion. A type of haunting that stayed with a veteran for the rest of their lives. He saw how Sam put headphones in on the Fourth of July, and he saw the way he rarely took his own advice. His loyalty was what set him apart from the others.

Its was strange how… Alike he was with each and every one of them. Uncanny, really, like bits and pieces of his personality made seven other super heroes, half of which didn't have powers. His chest tightened and he mindlessly rubbed at the spot above his core, feeling the cold through his gloves. He smiled to himself at the thought of his last visit to the mortal plain. He loved the feeling of fulfillment, like everything was right in the universe. His head had cleared and he had felt the nostalgia of an adrenaline rush and excitement. The kind that was nowhere to be seen in the Ghost Zone.

Perhaps it was time for another trip

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It wasn’t hard to find the Tower by any means. It was this big, ugly thing in the middle of New York with a giant letter A on it, practically asking the bad guys to come and destroy it. Subtly was definitely not their strong-suit , that’s for sure. Though he wasn’t particularly one to talk either. After all, when he was alive he had a UFO on his house and a neon sign telling everybody human and ghost where he lived. He wondered how much of it was left.

He landed gracefully on the launch pad Stark used, smiling at the breeze that was dramatically blowing his cape, like he was in a movie. It was a bright day with a few clouds here and there, making i seem like summer, but when Danny looked over to Central park he saw the orange in the leaves and the grass starting to die, just so it can be reborn again.

His small smile grew into a grin, though, when he heard a door open and small footsteps come his way. He turned to meet his favorite billionaire, Tony Stark himself.

“Hey, Spooky,” Stark greeted, hands in his pockets. He looked relaxed, but is body language told Danny he was ready for a fight if the need be. “How you been?”

The King shrugged as he walked toward Stark, his green eyes scanning the building. “I’ve been bored out of my mind. Politics was definitely not my major in college, I’ll tell you that.”

Stark chuckled a bit, taking one hand out of his pocket and slapping Danny on the back with it before leading him inside.

“How does a brat like you become king of ghosts? I’ll never understand that.”

“Like anybody could resist my good looks,” Phantom shot back with a laugh, gesturing to his face. Tony rolled his eyes at the spirit. He pushed the door open, and stepped inside, but before he could announce their new guest, Thor stood up. I giant grin was plastered on his face as he strode over, holding out his hand.

Tony watched as they didn’t shake hands, but instead gripped each other’s forearms for a moment before letting go. Phantom had on less armor this time, so now it was easy to see the muscles rippling under his clothes.

“Greetings, my king,” Thor said with a smile. “Would you like to try a toasted pastry?” 

“Anything but toast, dude,” Phantom smiled back. 

“You don’t like toast?” Clint asked from across the room, trying to balance a tower of action figures on his knee. “Toast is amazing!”

Instead of responding, he followed Thor to the kitchen, where Sam and Steve were relaxing over a cup of coffee. There was another man with dirty brown hair and only one arm with huge bags under his eyes. He was very new. Phantom noticed how he tensed up when he walked into the room with Tony.

“Phantom!” Steve rushed, standing up so quickly that his chair almost fell back. Sam just rolled his eyes, and the new guy glared at him. Probably for disturbing the peace and quiet. 

“Captain. Always a pleasure,” Phantom smiled. He looked around the fully stocked kitchen as Thor grabbed a package of poptarts and put them in the toaster. 

“You want to sit down with us?” Steve asked. Phantom shrugged.

“Yeah, sure.”

Steve thought it was odd. He thought Phantom was odd. He was a king, and almost always formal, but when he wasn’t he almost acted like Clint, with the ‘dudes’ and other modern day slang. He also apparently had the impeccable ability of making himself at home. 

“So, what brings you to the land of the living, man?” Sam asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Phantom shrugged.

“Oh, you know. Bored out of my mind. And it’s nice to see some old friends. Though, I don’t think I’ve met you,“ he looked over at the silent figure, who was now looking like he’d rather be somewhere else. “I’m Phantom,” he said, stretching out his hand. The ,man didn’t take it. Instead, he muttered out a gruff, “Bucky.” Phantom’s eyes widened, and he got a big grin on his face.

The ringing of Tony’s phone didn’t disrupt the conversation a bit, but it did make Danny question his music choices as the billionaire left the room. He turned back to Steve.

“You mean like...Captain America’s old war friend Bucky? Bucky Barnes?” He could barely contain his excitement. Sam made a mental note that the ghost was apparently oblivious to body language, because now Bucky was really looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Hell, maybe even sitting on the couch with Barton. “Dude, that’s so cool! It’s such an honor!”

Steve was looking at Bucky now, unsure of how he would react, but he did one thing that only Steve ever was able to see. 

Bucky smiled.

It was a tiny little thing, just a tilt of the corner of his lips, but it was enough. Anyone who could make Bucky smile was a friend in Steve’s book.

“Damn it!” They heard Tony shout. He had been quietly murmuring to the person on the other line. It was strange how someone as energetic as Tony could make himself damn near invisible, but now everyone was starring at him as he walked back into the room. Phantom gave him a quizzical look.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Nothing. Just work stuff,” Tony answered. He headed over to the bar and poured himself a generous glass of whiskey before downing it and sighing, almost lost in thought. His brow was furrowed and his hands were at his temple, trying to think.

“What happened?” Sam repeated Danny’s question. Tony looked over at him, his lips in a thin line, like he was trying to decide whether or not he should tell the former pararescue. He sighed again.

“Dalv co. Is buying out small portions of Stark. With the money they can get from them they could buy me out.”

Tony sagged, seeming more tired than a man his age should be, but Danny perked up. Not happily, no, but because he recognized the name. God it had been so long since he’s heard it he almost forgot about it completely.

“...Did you say...Dalv?” Danny asked him. His voice took on a more serious tone. “Run by Vlad Masters?”

Tony looked at him partly in surprise and partly something else Danny wasn’t able to identify. But the sudden mood change wasn’t promising.

“Er...Yeah. Snobby rich guy with a football obsession. Every time we end up in the same room together I hear him complain about how the Packers won’t be sold to him.”

“Even in death he still pisses me off,” Danny muttered.

“What? What does that mean?” Steve asked.

“Vlad was an old college friend of my parents, ended up getting ghost acne and with it he got ghost powers. He’s a halfa.” Danny explained.

“That would explain how he came out of nowhere with all that money,” Tony said. “I’ve been trying to figure that one out for years.”

“Yeah, he stole it. And now it looks like he’s stealing you. But I know just the way to fix this.” A smirk grew across Danny’s face as he rubbed his hands together maniacally. “Who would like to go pay the old fruitloop a visit?”

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WOW omg I am so sorry this took so long, but I think I’m finally getting over my writer’s block (and I finished all of my math homework) so hopefully there will be more consistent updates. Again I do apologize. On a better note though there will be a part 3 to this because I just love it so much? Like? It’s amazing.

PS-Drawing Spider-Man is fucking hard my dudes I swear to god

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War Soldier (Chapter Ten)

Fandom: Mianite Ship: Diacate Chapters: 10/? Summary: Tom and Furia don’texactly have the best time. A/N: Some Calamity personality building. My sasssy boi.

Mianite sighed, resting his chin on his fist while he sat boredly in his throne listening to one of his followers rant on about nonsense again. It’s always the same thing and the same guy every time. The man finished, waiting for the white-haired man to give him some sort of advice. But all he was given was a bored look and a wave, signaling him to get out.

“I’ll get you to listen to me!” The man shouted while being escorted out of the marble, quartz, and gold throne room by a man wearing armor made entirely of ice. Every inch of the man’s body was covered in glowing white shards of ice, obscuring any skin beneath. The only things not made of ice that showed were the pale and worn indigo cape draped from his shoulders and the long dreadlocked white hair hung up in a ponytail that reached just below his waist.

“Next time I’ll have him exterminated,” the man said, his gruff voice echoing through his armor while he walked heavily up the steps to Mianite’s throne and stood beside him. “You just have to give me the word.”

“There will be no killing, Avari,” Mianite glared at the armored man, sitting up straight. “What’s up with you and killing, anyway?”

“It is just behavioral patterns I inherited,” Avari shrugged. The tone of his voice was not convincing. He sounded confused, not at all confident like he usually is.

“Well whatever it is I think you should get that checked with your… Mother?”

Avari only shrugged, not really caring. The only thing he really cared about at this point was getting out and causing destruction… but that’s not aloud in Mianite’s territory. No.

Maybe when the god is asleep he could sneak out and cause a great calamity.

“That’s not funny, Avari.”

Mianite shook his head when Avari had looked back at him, he could practically hear the armored man smirking.

Tom groaned, pulling himself up from the cold floor. When he saw his reflection from the white surface and the numb feeling in his left cheek he knew he had been laying on a frozen floor. Or maybe something like that.

He looked around and took his surroundings. He had been lying in a cold room barred off from the rest of the building with ice shards jutting from the floor and reaching nearly to the ceiling. It looked almost like it just got there, that this room didn’t exist until now. It didn’t look neat. The ice shards and frozen walls and floors had a light mist seeping from them. The mist just lightly sweeping the floor almost made Tom miss seeing Furia’s body lying about the feet away.

“Furia?” Tom whispered loudly, trying to both be quiet yet loud enough for his friend to hear him. “Furia?” He tried to crawl over to the fire beast only to be stopped by a chain tied around his ankle. He looked over his shoulder and found the chain attached to the wall. It’s like crystal, it’s transparent but still opaque enough to see it. He frowned and turned back and tried to grab the unconscious fire demon. He got a hold of his wrist and pulled him closer despite how much he weight. Tom swore his shoulder would pop out of place if he had to keep it up like this. “Furia?” Tom sat up and shook Furia by the shoulder, “Furia, get up,” he shook harder. His brows furrowed and he fell silent while he stopped shaking him. He kept his hand on Furia’s shoulder, holding him in place while he lowered his head to his chest trying to see if he could henar him breathing or his heart beating or something. Please let there be something. Anything.

But then he remembered that Furia is made entirely of lava. There would be no way of checking if he was still alive. He lifted his head and looked over at Furia’s arms. His neck was still crusted over with obsidian from Calamity getting a hold of him, he knew that couldn’t be good. His arms were also starting to form obsidian around them, but stopped just before his elbow. The light his arms gave off was only a portion of what they used to.

“S…Syn…?” Furia croaked, catching Tom’s attention.

“Furia!” Tom exclaimed, throwing his arms around Furia. “You’re alive!”

“Wh-where am I?” Furia asked, his voice hoarse.

“I have no clue,” Tom said, whispering again. “Are you okay, though?”

“Yeah…” Furia slowly sat up with the help of his blue-haired friend. “You know…” he started, “Mom’s gonna come after us because I nearly died.”

“Wait really?”

Furia nodded. “Our mental link. I can mute him on my own, it’s just whenever I’m in dire pain he’ll come and hunt me down to see who’s trying to kill me.”

“That’ll help a lot,” Tom muddered, raised his head to look trough the spikes that blocked their path. “You have any idea on how to get out?”

Furia groaned, stretching his back. “If I know Calamity, there is no out. When he captures someone he makes sure they’re either encased in ice or trapped somewhere. There is no out, especially not with how much heat I’m giving off.”

“I’m guessing it’s not a lot then?”

“Yeah.”

They sat in silence, mainly because Furia shushed him. The fire beast’s sensitive ears could pick up nearly about anything and the breaking of ice was one of them. He flinched a little when he heard a loud thud, loud enough to be a limp body.

“What is it?” Tom asked, having heard the thud as well.

“It seems Calamity’s spikes don’t last forever.”

They fell silent once more, listening in on their surroundings. Furia only heard other ice shards breaking, crumbling, with the occasional dead body dropping and nothing else. “Furia…” Tom said.

The fire beast looked over to his trapped companion. “What, Pipsqueak?” Furia snapped, although his tone wasn’t as harsh as it usually is.

“I actually thought you died on me,” Tom said, his voice low.

“Mother wouldn’t let that happen, you know,” Furia frowned.

“Yeah.”

They’re conversation was interrupted by the barking and howling of what sounded like giant dogs. The pattering of feet and claws across the frozen surfaces.

“What is that?” Another voice spoke, deep and gruff. The voice wasn’t like Tom had heard before being knocked out, but he knew it was the same person. The tone sounded playful and when Tom heard more barking he knew the man was talking to the dogs. “Hi,” the voice spoke again, closer than before. Tom could see Calamity behind one of the spikes and he knew he was looking at him. “How are you two after your naps?”

“Piss off, Ice-boy,” Tom sneered. Calamity chuckled and tapped one of the ice shards with a clawed finger. The spike broke and crumbled to the floor. Tom could clearly see and hear the dogs fighting behind Calamity over some dead guy. Indeed they were big, but not only that but they were fucking scary. There were three and one of them started to attack the other and they started to wrestle and growl.

“Hey!” Calamity shouted, turning his body towards the dogs, “stop that! You know better!” Immediately the dogs stoped fighting and started to eat at the corpse below them with their ears laid down and their tails between their legs. “Now…” Calamity chuckled, “I’m gonna go gather a friend of mine. Don’t move or else.”

“Else what?” Furia growled.

“Else these lovely pups are gonna getcha,” he said, nodding his head off to the three dogs. Then he walked off, disappearing down a hallway to the right. One of the dogs had stopped eating, lifting its head and watched the two.

“Now we wait,” Furia frowned, making eye contact with the big dog’s icy blue eyes.

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