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goldenamaranthe-blog · 3 months

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The Battered Dragon

Buckle up, buttercups. This is a long one.

Jaune: Soooo... (continues looking around at the "forest" around him) where do you guys think we are?

Ruby: I don't know. I honestly didn't think I'd find anyone that quickly. Even if half of the group was tied up my a village of mice.

Weiss: (plucking a thorn out of her sleeve)They were... craftier than I would have thought.

Blake: (ears wilt) It makes me wonder where Yang is, or if she's okay.

Weiss: (places a hand on Blake's shoulder comfortingly) I'm sure we'll find Yang. You have to remember that this is Yang we're talking about. If anyone can manage surviving in an unknown world filled with random dangers, I'd place the charred remains of the Schnee fortune on it.

Blake: (ears perk up slightly) Yeah, you're right.

Weiss: (watches as Ruby and Jaune discuss what steps they should take next) You know. When we find her, it might be a good idea to have a bit of a heart-to-heart with Yang.

Blake: (ears spring skyward) I-I don't know what you're talking about.

Weiss: Blake, you almost jumped off the platform after Yang. I dragged you off the literal brink, and you immediately went feral on Neo afterwards.

Blake: I'm that obvious, huh?

Weiss: To everyone except Yang herself... (watches as Ruby trips over a random tree root and pulls Jaune down to the ground with her) And maybe those two.

Blake: (chuckles softly)

Jaune: Hey! Do you guys think we'll see the Lively Carpenter or the Battered Dragon???

Ruby: The Battered Dragon? I don't remember that character from the story.

Blake: The Battered Dragon was a strong warrior that fought back the night in a fiery blaze, but was always warm and kind towards the people in the book.

Weiss: We're not in a storybook. But! If we were, I wouldn't mind meeting the Lively Carpenter. They were so sweet in the story.

Jaune: I remember the Battered Dragon was like a barbarian of sorts. Super cool and strong who fought with her fists.

Ruby: I don't remember Yang ever reading that character. Actually, I don't remember her reading me that story at all.

Jaune: Huh... That's odd. I would have though- (draws sword) INCOMIIIIIING!!!

Jabberwalker: (bounds through the canopy into the clearing and slashes at Jaune)

Ruby: Jaune! (pulls Jaune out of the way)

Blake: Ruby! (throws Gambol Shroud, wraps the ribbon around Ruby, and yanks her back)

Weiss: (glyph attacks Jabberwalker and blasts it back)

Jabberwalker: Seeking - Searching - Contacting - DEVOURING!!! (leaps towards the group and slashes at the group wildly)

RWBJ: (get tossed to the ground)

Jabberwalker: (tail whips Blake to pin her down and leaps onto her)

Blake: (blocks claws with her sword and struggles to keep the claw from her face)

RWJ: Blake!

??? : I said I wasn't done with you yet!!!

-Burning fireball of stone barrels in and slams against the Jabberwalker's head, shattering into a million smoldering pieces as molten rock oozes over spiral horns-

??? : (rugged, dark brown leather adorned with intricate patterns and fur trims, well-worn trousers and boots, tanned leather tank top with tatters at the hem where the bottom has been torn off, revealing muscular abs and a few battle scars, and a blazing heart tattoo on a well-endowed chest. Scarred left arm is on display, muscles rippling as powerful hands grab the Jabberwalker's horns, while a paint chipped, slightly rusted metallic right arm glints dully in the sunshine. A purple bandana tied off where the metal meets flesh. Black and brown leather hand armor and pauldron adorn the left shoulder and hand with golden brown/grey whisps of fur protrude from under the plates. Burning golden hair burn out in a long trail behind a scorched, wooden dragon mask)

??? : Did you honestly think I'd let you hurt anyone here? (punches Jabberwalker a few times in the face) Then you're crazier than I thought! (throws Jabberwalker over to the next acre)

RWBJ: (stare in shock)

Jaune: (gasps like an excited child) Oh, my gosh! It's the Battered Dragon!!!

Blake: The Battered Dragon! In PERSON!

Weiss: We're actually in a fairytale....

Battered Dragon: (panting before squaring her shoulders and turning to RWBJ) Dammit! (takes off her mask, revealing one lilac and one crimson eye and three scars on her jaw) You guys weren't supposed to be here.

Jaune: Is that...?

Weiss: Yang?

Ruby: (walks up to the Battered Dragon) Yang?

Battered Dragon: (shakes her head, dislodging the tears in her eyes before nodding firmly) Yeah, Rubes. It's me. And you guys weren't supposed to-

Ruby: (grabs Yang's hand tightly) If you didn't think we'd come looking for you, then you must have forgotten who raised me.

Battered Dragon Yang: (sniffs and holds Ruby's hand) Right. I'm just... glad to see you guys again after all this ti- PUAH!!!

Blake: (tackles BDY to the ground and hugs her tight) Yang~

Battered Dragon Yang: (shocked eyes glance at Blake briefly before tears slip from her eyes, her nose wrinkles in an attempt to keep from crying, and she breaks. Arms wrap around Blake like a lifeline) It's actually you....

Weiss: (after a few minutes) Yang, what happened to you?

Battered Dragon Yang: It's... a long story...

#the rusted knight parody #the battered dragon #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby #weiss schnee #ruby rose #rwby crack post #jaune arc #slightly angsty #there have been a few asks for rusted knight yang equivalent so here you are!#now I kind of want to make a fic about this #but I already have fics I havent touched in a long time #damn

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talesofurbania · 1 year

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Snippet #4

‘And that’s–,’ Villain tried to speak through their helpless giggles, but it was hard when Hero was also rolling on the floor in front of them in tears of laughter.

‘--that’s how he learned the important lesson that a picnic, on a windy day ON A BEACH was a BAD idea,’ they managed to gasp, catching their breath and taking a long slug from the almost-finished bottle of red wine the two were passing between them.

‘Oh man,’ Hero sighed, sitting up and making grabby hands for the bottle. Villain passed it over and Hero stared down at it, pouting when they realised it was empty.

‘Awww, you finished it.’

‘S’not my fault, you were too busy laughing at me,’ Villain grinned.

‘Ya know what, I’mma just get some more-,’ Hero began, trying to stand before their legs gave out and they flopped back onto the carpeted floor of the villain’s living room with an ‘oof.’

‘Hey Hero?,’ Villain drawled, opening an eye with some effort (when had they closed them?).

‘Yuh huh?’

Hero looked like they too were struggling to stay awake, lolling their head towards Villain in an attempt to pay attention.

‘I’m…,’ they swallowed, momentarily self-conscious about speaking so openly to their nemesis, but the wine had loosened their tongue a while back so they went on.

‘I like spendin’ time with you.’

Hero nodded slowly, up and down, as if pondering a great problem.

‘M-Me too.’

‘D’you think,’ Villain said slightly louder, trying to sit up against the foot of their couch, ‘that if the first time we met hadn’t been facing each other on opposite sides of the battlefield, then maybe…maybe we would’ve been friends?’

‘Yes,’ Hero answered confidently, still nodding exaggeratedly. But they looked perfectly serious, and their lips were drawn into a sad smile.

‘Maybe….maybe even more.’

Villain’s head jerked up. ‘Really?’

‘I could’ve fallen in love with you very easily I think.’ They were gazing softly at the villain now.

‘Would you’ve asked me out? Like on a date?’

Villain suddenly found themselves holding their breath. For what, they didn’t know. But the air seemed tight with tension, and their heart was beating in their ears.

‘Yeah,’ Hero grinned, albeit a little woozily. They stared silently through the window at the darkened sky. ‘And what would you have said?’

Villain didn’t even think about it.

‘Yes,’ they breathed, their eyes searching Hero’s face, lingering on their upturned lips and soft eyes through which something ineffable was shining.

The two of them looked at each other wordlessly until they fell asleep, dreaming of a world where there were no heroes or villains, just laughter and kisses and fingers twined together under the warmth of blankets.

#hero x villain #hero #villain #good times #slightly angsty #my writing #not a prompt #writeblr #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #villain x hero #fluff

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this-train-aint-stopping · 1 year

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Incorrect Johnlock Quote #5

John: There's no way he likes me back. Greg: Sherlock would throw himself in front of a moving car for you. John: Sherlock would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.

#incorrect johnlock quotes #johnlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock x john #sherlock bbc #incorrect quotes #incorrect sherlock quotes #dark humor #humor #slightly angsty

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call-me-strega · 3 months

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I was listening to to Proud Corazón from Coco and I was suddenly struck with the image of a soft Hispanic!Jason Todd singing this song to his family:

With Catherine on one of her good days

To Bruce, Alfred and Dick on a holiday

Under his breath on the plane to Ethiopia

Humming it with great difficulty, trying to comfort himself as his vision goes black

Serenading a baby Damian while in the League

Hauntingly in alleyways to taunt Batman

Forging bonds with the new members of his family when they make up

Teaching it to a kid/kids he either adopts or has with a partner

We’ll dang I made myself sad. I didn’t think this stream of thought would get so angsty but I can’t forget it now.

#jason todd #the song proud corazon from Coco #Hispanic Jason Todd #what if #slightly angsty #batfamily

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oh-hell-help-me · 9 months

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July 25: Threading the Needle Day (Side A)

Luigi sighed as he completed the last stitch.

Considering the day he had, it felt warranted.

It was one of the few days Mario could visit him, and the welcomed addition of Peach had Luigi assume that it would be a great day for a family gathering.

It… wasn’t.

He should have known their rocky history would have stirred up a fight between Mario and Bowser.

He should have known that any disagreement would have quickly become physical- destructive even.

And he should have definitely known that bringing out a tablecloth he made would be a bad idea with food involved. To think he really thought the worst thing would be fixable food stains!

But life liked to crush his optimism and -in this case- tore it along with his tablecloth as the two important people of his life brawled on top of their dinner.

Luigi wasn’t sure what he looked like when he was stuck staring at the two pieces of fabric, only aware enough to collect it from the floor and make an exit out the Dining Hall.

(Later, the two rivals would admit that the sound he made and his disappearance had instigated a quick end to the fight- helped by a furious Peach, which is enough information for Luigi, honestly.)

His vision was blurry, and he knew the burning in his eyes were tears, but it didn’t register that he was crying until after he closed the door to his sewing room.

Mamma mia, it was a mess.

There were stains-

(Some horribly between red and yellow-)

And some fraying at the edges-

(Was it good enough when it was to easy to destroy-)

But it should be salvageable!

…He’s not sure if he’s talking about the cloth anymore.

He was shaking, and it was a bit hard to breathe, but Luigi took the time to open his sewing kit, gather his materials, and get to work-

And now he’s here, staring at the newly repaired tablecloth.

He wished fixing relationships were as easy, but……

It felt like every bit of progress he made in getting his family together was set back to the start.

What will happen when they simply stop trying?

When will they finally make him choose- as if he loved one more than the other?

Was this time it? That his efforts are just… worthless not enough?

He’s not sure if he wanted the answer to that, and was horribly relived when he hears the door creak open.

#bowuigi #NATIONAL HOLIDAY #slightly angsty #hurt before comfort #in which a National Holiday has another meaning #I think I took too much inspiration from #shrek 2

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beyondthegame · 8 months

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Hi Mila!! "immediately looking at the other after telling/doing something funny in hope to see their smile" for Milan?? I hope you have a wonderful day btw, love u!

Your life is a little different now. You remember the day you signed for Inter City, the day that very literally changed your life. The media are much more interested in your life now, both on and off the pitch.

“What are you doing after training tomorrow?” you ask Milan.

The two of you are walking from your home to your local supermarket. Though you’ve thrown the question in Milan’s direction, you have a brief idea of the answer.

“Um, to the airport and then a flight to New York,” they answer before glancing over at you. “Are you going to miss me?”

You hum a little. “You know I will.”

The response breaks Milan’s heart a little. It’s bittersweet. It’s nice to hear, but whenever that question is asked by either of you there’s usually a joke attached to it.

But when the two of you are serious like this it means something. Your careers are putting a strain on the two of you.

“Hey,” Milan says softly, bringing you to a stop. They slip a hand into yours. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Your eyes stay locked on your tangled fingers. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve held each other’s hands. It’s not the first time you’ve stood so closely to one another.

So why is your heart racing? Why do you suddenly feel like keeping Milan as close possible?

You quickly clear your throat. “I know.” You smile a little. “What do you want me to say? That I’ll be counting down the days to see you?” you tease.

Milan squeezes your hand. “Well, I definitely will.” They let go before taking a little step back, as if they’ve just realised that they may have stepped past the territory of being friends.

“Oh my gosh! You’re Milan St. Clair!” a random voice calls out. The two of you turn and find someone who looks like a teenager running towards you. “And you! You play for Inter City.”

They’ve ruined the moment between you and Milan a little. You can feel it, but the smile on the teenager’s face is evident.

“Uh, yes,” you say, “to both.”

The teenager practically bounces from foot to foot. “I hope you win the US Open, Milan!” they say, causing the tennis player to grin.

“I hope so too.” Milan’s gentle hand suddenly ends up on the small of your back. That goddamn comforting feeling again. “I can’t take my good luck charm with me though.”

They mean you.

You turn to them, seeing that they’re already looking at you. “You think I’m your good luck charm?”

Milan’s dark brown eyes shine a little. “Course I do. You’re my partner after all.”

#drabble #milan st. clair #slightly angsty #ahh hope you’re doing well ronnie <3 #I hope you’re doing well & sending lots of love to you <3

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paradoxsun · 5 months

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Searching for a Tim Drake fic

The fic was on AO3. I don't remember all the details, but Tim Drake suddenly had a child? He was not aware of the existence of the kid before (Ra's was involved). And this kid used to drop off flowers for him I think, and hide away. When Tim went missing(?), the kid trashed his house and put flowers all over the place. The fic had Jason Todd too. It was completed, as far as I can remember. Thank you in advance!

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kleptocurency · 10 months

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nostalgia

pairing; Sergio Ramos/luka modric

word count; 771

summary; Marcelo sends luka some old videos.

it was late at night. Luka was laying down on his bed, his phone the only light in the room. he yawned but never set out for bed. he was mindlessly scrolling through his feed when he received a text from Marcelo.

he was confused since it was 2 in the morning but he and Marce didn't talk often. mostly random good mornings and hellos but that was as far as it went.

he clicked on the notification and saw two videos followed by a message.

‘found these deep in my gallery lol’

very vague.

luka clicked on the first one, he didn't know why Marcelo would randomly send him videos but he soon found out.

the video was old. the quality was grainy and the bad audio made him cringe. but what gave it away was the two people in the video.

it was him and Sergio.

Sergio sat up on a worn couch and leaned back into the fabric. he had an arm on the back of the couch and around Luka. he had an old game controller in his hand, Luka assumed he was playing FIFA. He took in the appearance of Sergio. his features looked round and softer, his muscles were tamer and fewer tattoos littered his body.

he then looked to see himself. younger him was leaning against Sergio's side, browsing through his phone like Luka was doing not that long ago only this time he had earphones in. he took notice that his hair was longer and less styled, mostly a mess on his forehead. his skin didn't have the lines he has today, and his two front teeth poked out between video Luka's lips.

he could feel his heart swell, he didn't know why but it did. luka heard Marcelo speak from behind the camera. the video was shaky from Marcelo's unsteady hands.

“look at you two! ”

Marcelo zoomed in on both of them. Sergio looked away from his game to roll his eyes at Marcelo. he scoffed and continued playing. video Luka continued to be oblivious to his surroundings.

“how much do you want to bet that within the next hour, he falls asleep? ”

Sergio asked Marcelo pointing with his head to Luka.

Marcelo only scoffed.

“you know him way better than I think his mother knows him, I aint betting anything! ”

the video ended.

luka smiled to himself, he doesn't recall that ever happening. To be fair, he was caught up in whatever he was doing on his phone.

he felt familiar warmth spread through him.

be eagerly clicked on the next one.

it was similar to the first one, the almost identical only difference is the room was darker. Sergio stopped playing his game and was now spread out watching a . Luka could hear faint Spanish and a laughing track.

video Luka was sleeping, out cold. he was laying on Sergio's side with his head deep in the crook of Sergio's shoulder. he still had his phone in his hand and his earphones in.

Marcelo zoomed in on sleeping Luka. he chuckled to himself. Luka's mouth was open, two big front teeth poked through his lips.

Marcelo zoomed out

“he's gonna catch flies!” Marcelo commented. Sergio looked away from his show to look at Luka, he chuckled. his chest moved Luka up and down.

“I told you he'd be asleep! ” Sergio boasted. raising a lazy hand.

“yeah, yeah. I know, your right. ” Luka could tell Marcelo was rolling his eyes.

“I'm always right! ” Sergio bit back. he was slightly too loud, he caused past Luka to stir. Sergio planted a hand in his hair and shushed him.

“god, look at you two! your sickening. ”

Sergio shined a big smile. he stuck his tongue out.

“you're just jealous! ”

“you wish! ”

it ended.

the video left Luka feeling empty. his bedroom was darker. the light from the videos vanished.

he found himself longing to feel that warmth again. to be with his old teammates.

to be with Sergio.

he shouldn't be upset with his current team. it was full of talented players.

but it wasn't the same. it was him and Kroos left.

luka felt his gut churn. it reminded him of how close retirement was.

he wanted to go back.

he wanted to laugh at Marcelo singing in the showers.

he wanted to roll his eyes at Cris being hyper in the morning.

he wanted to have the deep conversations he had with Bale.

he wanted to feel the warmth he felt when he was with Sergio.

he wanted but didn't get

#luka modric #sergio ramos #modramos #lukamos #football rpf #marcelo #fan fiction #sad #slightly angsty #upset lukita

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1-sleep-deprived-writer · 1 year

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Dialogue Prompt #2

“I love you.”

“Why?”

#romance prompts #romance prompt #romantic prompts #romantic prompt #dialogue prompt #writing prompts #writing prompt #slightly angsty

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honmyoseagull · 5 months

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(My shoulder is still killing me when I type, so, late and probably only offer for the Monthly Minekura Christmas challenge. Too bad, Seemed like such a nice challenge @monthlyminekura was offering. I loved when it crossed my dash.)

Obviously late for Day 1: Bells

Fanfic - Saiyuki Gaiden.

Jingle in Paradise

Sekai, down below, is a messy place, a chaotic place. This is why dreams exist, some divinities surmise, to allow the pathetic creatures living there to try and make sense of their absurd world and meaningless lives in their sleep…

Whereas Tenkai? Beautiful. Quiet. Orderly and perfect. Souls are blessed and untroubled, there.

Therefore, kamis don’t dream.

(Usually.)

For a while, Kenren-taishou hadn’t even had the words for this fake reality invading his sleep and leaving behind a strange taste to his waking hours…

Always the same images.

The overpowering sound of the falling rain, its cold hitting his bare shoulders as he walks. Darkness, the road, the man on the ground. Lying there, face down. Bleeding. He knows who it is. At once. Kenren just… knows. And when the wounded man reveals his face, and smiles… It’s even worse to be proven right.

Waking up, heart pounding, breathing hard. Reaching for the pack of cigarettes to chase the smell of wet earth and metallic blood still very present in his nostrils… It’s his morning routine, now…

Yume. He’s found the word in one of Tenpou’s beloved books. Dream.

But having a name to put on the phenomena doesn’t really help. So he distracts himself some other ways, accepts to run ridiculous errands for Tenpou on Earth below to fill his days between military missions and duties. So he forgets to sleep. (After all, kamis don’t really need to.)

That day, when he comes back home, with a small stock of Tenpou’s favourite cigarette’s brand, he’s in a reasonably high mood. Doesn’t even knock before making his way into Tenpou’s library. Still stops dead, though.

Obviously a tree standing in Tenpou’s office is not the weirdest thing Kenren-taishou has seen in his superior officer’s place. Plus he’s the one who got ropped into dragging it in here a few days ago, so, there’s that. (Yes, Tenpou had tried to explain. No, Kenren is still not sure he gets this Sekai “Chrissmass” thing and the point of it. Though he kinda liked the way the word had curled the marshal’s lips, so unfamiliar on his tongue, and the twinkle of delight it created in the man’s green eyes.) What’s more incongruous is the treatment Goku is inflicting on it. He must have zoned out when Tenpou explained, because he can’t fathom why the gaki is basically dressing the poor piece of vegetation in tinsel and adorning it with shiny stuff…

While the kid, back to him and still unaware of his presence, chatters his heart out to his Ten-chaaaaan!, asking of him his thoughts on his efforts, Tenpou stands right there, a faint contented smile floating on his lips and curling around an unlit cigarette.

Kenren sighs indulgently (he sometimes suspects Tenpou would forget his head weren’t it attached to his body), drops his package on a low table and draws closer to his superior officer in order to offer him his lighter.

Tenpou, after bending his neck a little to meet the flame, smiles his thanks, expression for once uncomplicated and somewhat almost blinding for it.

Kenren reflexively smiles back.

“Tadaima,” the general says, a tad too soft.

“Okaeri,” Tenpou replies, oddly solemn, and oh-so warm…

And sometimes, they just don’t need more words. Both lapse into silence, watching Goku have his fun.

There’s a soft sound, then, that comes from a corner of the room. The one of a page turned.

Oh, the blond grouch his there, too.

Curled on Tenpou’s office chair, his long legs tucked under him in a slightly bizarre way, at Tenpou’s desk, nose deep in one of Tenpou’s books. Kenren can’t help but think he’s out of place here. But where would Konzen-douji be if not far from his little charge, right?

Must have felt the weight of the general’s gaze, too, because the blond sourpuss raises his eyes after a few seconds.

His nose does this frowning thing, and Konzen glares a bit, too, as if he objected to the just lit cigarettes: he has a vague gesture of the hand as if to chase the delicate smoke that hasn’t even reached him yet, Kenren is sure.

Heaven forbid Konzen would look like he was enjoying himself being here, right, once he’d noticed he was watched…

But Kenren had seen.

For once there’d been this inabitual bubble of calm around Kanzeon-bosatsu’s nephew, very unlike this ever present buzz of irritation surrounding the man at any given time that often gets under Kenren’s skin.

The general could go at it, needle the man a bit. Changes his mind, though, and turns his attention back to Tenpou.

“Hey,” he simply calls, reaching for something tiny in his leather coat’s pocket and throwing it in the marshal’s direction.

He brings back little odd things from down below Tenpou hasn’t asked for, sometimes. Can’t help it, the marshal is so easily delighted…

The marshal snatches it from mid-air without much effort, in spite of his sloppy appearance. People forget, sometimes, that Tenpou is a soldier, a very good fighter at that, with the good reflexes it entails.

In his palm, a little sphere, something golden and delicately inlaid, with only a tiny slit on the metal and a tiny little ring to hang it, probably. Tenpou grabs it with two fingers to raise it closer to his eyes.

And they have drawn the kid’s attention too, now :

“A new christmas ornament? How did you know!” Goku exclaims, already reaching for the little thing.

But Kenren grabs him by the scruff of his scrawny neck. He loves the kid. To pieces. Still… and it feels ridiculous to say it out loud, but :

“It was for you,” he tells the marshal who was about to let the itan child have the gift. “It sings,” he awkwardly adds, then.

With his chibi saru-free hand, the general sends a finger nudge the thing in Tenpou’s grasp, and as he knew it would, the little ball hidden inside the golden shell moves, eliciting a delicate little sound.

“Yes, it would be wasted, just hanging still on a branch,” the marshal eventually acquiesces, brows already furrowed in reflexion, eyes invisible behind the harsh reflexion off his glasses. And without warning, he’s a flurry of activity. In three strides, he’s near a startled Konzen, reaching over him for a drawer, fishing into it, of all things, for a little ball of thin but solid wire and a little pincer.

It takes him hardly three seconds to figure out a way to fasten the sphere on the wire and create a little hook at the other end. Then, the marshal’s hands fly to the side of his head.

Not even a hint of hesitation, and he’s piercing skin and flesh pushing the metal through the little round part, till the gold orb hangs at his ear.

Kenren stays stunned for a full second. He hadn’t seen this one coming. But in the little things like the big, Tenpou is sometimes reckless to a point that could scare a lesser man than the general. (Who he is he kidding? Totally and indubitably scares him when he ventures to think about it.)

“What do you think? You said it was for me, right?” Tenpou says, smiling a bit like a proud loon around this cigarette he has managed to keep between his lips all along. He turns his head a little on his slender neck to show off, and a little ringing sound comes out the little sphere as if to gently underline the gesture.

It allows for Kenren’s hand to find the side of this face, on the pretence of angling it for a better sight.

A pearl of redness gathers at the puncture wound and collapses on itself, truly miniscule rivulet down the abused lobe.

It’s nothing, but it’s like a jolt to Kenren…

And the familiar images come, unbidden, while he’s still wide awake this time.

The overpowering sound of the falling rain, its cold hitting his bare shoulders—

Gravity makes its office, and the scarlet drop hits the shoulder of Tenpou’s labcoat. (Shocking) little flower.

“Chi.” Goku says, his little face raised to them. Tone odd.

There’s something in the way the kid’s nostril flare. Something flinty, for a second, obscures his golden gaze, suddenly metallic instead of warm. He’s like a different being for a second, one who could could inspire terror.

But the flash on the gaki’s features is so brief it feels like Kenren has just imagined this, that he can blame his already frayed nerves…

And the general doesn’t know what takes over him. He gathers the marshal to him by way of grabbing his labcoat, and leans in, on an impulse, towards the man. Till his lips are on Tenpou’s earlobe. The iron-y salt of blood and the tiniest hint of a real metal’s taste mingle on his tongue. He feels his officer still. And tense. Tenpou’s hand is suddenly on his arm, its message unclear. Stop. Or… Don’t you dare stop. Kenren wouldn’t know. Maybe Tenpou doesn’t either.

Goku, oblivious anew, saves them from public awkwardness, dragging his Ten-chan back to their tree… Since they are not conversing anymore, it must be alright for him to get back his friend to keep him to himself.

Kenren decides not to acknowledge how suddenly bereft he feels.

Also, now it’s on his tongue that the taste of blood lingers.

The overpowering sound of the falling rain, its cold hitting his bare shoulders, the darkness the road and the dying man, bleeding and smi—

Stop, the general tells himself, feeling uneasy. Now the dark thoughts hunt him even awake… What the hell is happening to him?

He feels a gaze on him and, whip-sharp, his head turns on his neck, catching Konzen’s eyes.

It’s a frown subtly different from the usual scowl, on the blond’s face. More considering. Almost… worried. And directed at him.

How odd, Kenren thinks.

But already the divine bureaucrat is averting his eyes. He has surprised Konzen’s eyes on him, and the blond god is probably as embarrassed at having been caught looking as Kenren himself is by his own lapse of attention, by how he has let his own discomfort show…

But he’s a soldier. He knows tactics. He knows… diversion.

He pastes his patented shit-eating grin on his face, and with a jerk of his chin, indicates Tenpou.

“Ever told you how I met him, Goldie?” And Konzen frowns a little, not entirely duped but curious nonetheless. “Came into his office and found him buried under piles of his own books.”

The great Konzen-douji can’t help a particularly unelegant snort.

“That would have been such a stupid way to lose him,” Konzen manages to offer. His book is definitively forgotten on his crossed legs.

“Heh. There an intelligent way?” Kenren needles.

It’s a just glance, that’s thrown his way. A flash of violet. But with a might and a steel you wouldn’t be used to, thinking of the spoiled nephew of the great Kanzeon-bosatsu. Surpringly, it cows Kenren the tiniest little bit.

“Yeah, no way we’re losing Tenpou,” the general weakly agrees, hardly above a whisper. Because the alternative is unthinkable. “Not that this itan kid of yours is better anyway at staying out of trouble,” he still feels the need to retaliate.

Over there near the tree, the marshal is giving a boost to the heretic child in question so he can reach the higher branches. Tenpou’s move makes the little sphere at his ear tinkle again.

It derails them both a little:

“Like a bell on a cat,” Konzen unexpectedly comments, and there’s something speculative in his gaze as it then flies to his charge, like it gives him an idea, and in a way, Kenren gets why. How tempting it would be to be able to always know where the kid is, be sure to be able not to lose him.

Kenren has spoken about this with Tenpou more than once. They’re just like Konzen. The three of them feel it, that unclear menace gathering around this kid. Even in this perfect place Heaven is supposed to be.

When has Paradise stopped being Paradise?

But then Goku says something that unexpectedly wrenches a surprised laugh out of Tenpou, and as the marshal’s body shakes in delighted mirth and he throws his head back, the little bell once again jingles.

And for a second, Kenren is able to forget the disturbing thoughts. He just drinks the sight.

Tenkai is paradise once again. A place where souls are supposed to be blessed and untroubled.

The End

#monthlyminekura #minekura kazuya #monthlyminekura christmas edition #writing challenge #fanfic #one shot #mostly gen #5885 hinted #saiyuki gaiden #foreshadowing #slightly angsty #saiyuki #kenren #tenpou #konzen #goku

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bluegreysilkie · 1 year

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Heights and angst!

#the dragon prince #digital art #rayla #sarai is so short that she stands on her tippy toes when she argues #that mother daughter angst #lmao #ocs #rayllum fankids #artem is an zesty boy #oc lore #tdp ocs #artem #badar #sarai II #slightly angsty

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asukamood · 8 months

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School Supplies (fmaa2)

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It is almost time for me to go back to the terrestrial hell that we call school. I thought that I might as well write something about it before I disappear.

This is going to be about the Creepypasta Squad again, Bobby is 15 in this au much like Bunny in Fatal Flaws. The new school year is approaching, and he will now be entering high school.

***

Warnings: Strong language

Synopsis: “... By the way Bobby, did you remember to take your list of supplies?” Bobby rolled his eyes as he held up the sheet of paper for his brother Hacker to see.

“Of course, I did, who do you take me fo--”

“And did you remember to take a pen with you to cross out the things we already bought?”

Silence.

“Joy.” Hacker grumbled as Randy merely smiled in amusement.

***

They have not even stepped foot outside of the house that Bobby had already opened the rant floods about what he called ‘juvenile prison.’ His rants had gotten so frequent in fact that Randy was starting to wonder if he should make Bobby change schools.

Though, when he introduced the idea to Hacker, the latter only waved the remark back with the back of his hand. He said not to tire themselves out trying to find a school that might fit Bobby’s taste.

“All schools are the same.” He had said, half-amused and half-annoyed. “He’ll never be happy in any of them.” The way he said it concerned him, but he supposed he could not force him to say anything he wanted to.

Though, that still did not fix the current issue he was having.

“Middle school sucked balls!” The teenager fumed; aura murderous as he completely ignored Randy’s small sigh at the profanity. “There is no way that high school is going to be any better! Hell, I bet that people are going to be even bigger bitches!”

Hacker was absolutely dying to give him reason as his years in high school were one of the worst ones he had ever gone through, second only to being kidnapped by a criminal gang, but for all their sake, he did his best to swallow that urge.

“Who knows?” He said instead of vigorous agreement. “Perhaps, by some miracle, age would make them more mature.” Bobby scoffed at that.

“Yeah, and surely I’ll grow wings when I turn 18.” He crossed his arms around his chest as he walked in front of the two others, ignoring people's weirded out looks as he kept on rambling loudly about how infuriating his classmates have been thus far.

“Son, please. Do not speak so loudly, you are disturbing the other people.” Randy lightly scolded. Bobby rolled his eyes at the remark but still seemed to listen as his voice quieted down.

“They wouldn’t understand my suffering.” Frankly speaking, having never gone to school Randy had no idea if Bobby was being totally genuine or being totally dramatic.

It was not like Britney ever complained about it.

Randy shook his head as the thought passed through his head.

He could think of them another day, he had to focus on his two boys first.

Thankfully for both Randy and Hacker, the car soon came into view.

“Hey, Bobby’s going to be able to get his driving license soon, right?” Hacker suddenly remarked, the door to the front seat opened. “Why don’t we let him ride in that seat for now? From my experience, you learn quite a lot by just observing what is going on.”

Randy thought about it for a few minutes before finally nodding in agreement. “You have a point, does that bother you son?”

“Not at all!” Bobby responded happily before quickly jumping into the seat, slamming the door on Hacker. The latter gave him an unamused glare before sitting down in the other seat.

Honestly speaking, he could not care less about all that driving license stuff, he just wanted to sit in the front seats.

Randy probably saw right through him, but he did not comment as he started the car. The vehicle vibrated as it woke up before leaving the parking lot in silence.

“... By the way Bobby, did you remember to take your list of supplies?” Bobby rolled his eyes as he held up the sheet of paper for his brother Hacker to see.

“Of course, I did, who do you take me fo--”

“And did you remember to take a pen with you to cross out the things we already bought?”

Silence.

“Joy.” Hacker grumbled as Randy merely smiled in amusement.

***

Finally, after numerous distractions of Randy asking if the boys were hungry and trying to buy them some snacks, they arrived at the target aisle. Shelves beyond sight stood, filled with numerous items one dreaded to look at the prices of lied way beyond what a wallet liked to see.

School bags, pencils, pencil sharpeners, ink pens, art supplies, textbooks... they were everywhere, taunting Bobby and reminding him that he had in fact, less than two weeks before he was back in the land of no return if we do not count the holidays as one.

Posters of supposed sales framed the aisles, the logo of the store plastered on the banners in big font as a dumb quote “We make your purchases for school supplies easier!” gazed down upon them, a –30% or –50% sticker glued to the banner under several pictures of myriad items.

God, it made him sick.

Randy gazed upon the shelves and held his head with one hand as he sighed. “We may do this every year, but it sure feels like this gets more overwhelming as the time goes by.”

“It’s not just you.” Hacker raised an eyebrow as his eyes swept over the list. “Looks like it’s the same as when I went to high school, there isn’t really a list, it’s just like, three sentences basically telling you to go fuck yourself and do it on your own.”

“Huh?” Bobby, who had been debating between two Minecraft planners turned toward Hacker, an eyebrow raised. “What are you talking about? There is a list, it’s right under.”

“Bobby, that’s the list for 8th graders.”

“...Oh.” Hacker facepalmed. “Agh, whatever! Which one do you guys think I should pick? The Creeper one or the Enderman one?”

Randy tapped his chin in thought as he looked back and forth between the two. After a few seconds, he finally made his choice and pointed toward the Creeper one. “I think these colors match you.”

Bobby nodded. “Okay, thanks!” He dumped it in the cart, the first of many items to come. Even if he was not the one paying, Hacker was already dreading to see the exorbitant price that all those items will cost.

“What do we have to get next?” Hacker folded the ‘list’ before letting it fall in the cart alongside the planner like the long-lost forgotten feather of an ill bird. He crossed his arms.

“You’re the one who will tell us. In high school, you’re your own boss when it comes to supply. If you use folders, a document organizer or textbooks is all up to you. Personally, I always used document organizers because it was most practical for me, but we are different so really, you do you.” As Hacker’s words left his lips, Bobby frowned as he tried to visualize himself using all the items the former enumerated.

Randy scratched his neck, not quite knowing what to do.

“Well, we can think about that stuff later, right? There were still a few items listed on the paper if I remember correctly.” Hacker nodded.

“Yeah, there was that new calculator and all the basic stuff like ink and paper sheets.”

“Great, we can look for them first before we get to the complicated stuff then! What do you think about that son?” He turned toward Bobby, who nodded.

“Yeah sure, I’ll still try to think about it though.” Randy clasped his hands together as he walked blindly to another aisle.

“Great, let’s get going then!” An awkward Hacker called out to him.

“Uh, Randy, you’re walking to the gardening aisle.”

He looked at the shelves in front of him and sure enough, there were a few watering cans displayed with various price tags hanging above them. “... Oops!”

***

“God! We finally found it!” Bobby snatched the carefully wrapped calculator from the shelf aggressively, glaring daggers into it as if it had personally offended him and insulted his father. “We’ve been looking for this for so long!”

“I feel like you may be overreacting, son.” Randy calmly pointed out as he took the calculator from Bobby’s hands and examined its appearance. “It looks more polished than your last one and more complicated to use as well.”

“That’s because the one he was using in middle school was strictly limited to straight forward calculations, but this little baby can draw curves or even let you write programs with it.” Hacker explained as he looked over Randy’s elbow. “That also explains the rather high price.”

“The price?” Bobby raised an eyebrow as he looked at the price tag displayed on the shelf. “HOLY SHIT ALMOST NINETY EUROS FOR THIS CALCULATOR ALONE?”

Randy winced. “Not so loud, son.”

“My bad.” He quickly apologized, trying to get over what he had just read.

“It’s expensive but it’s so worth it.” He straightened up again. “I would have given you mine, but the old hag dumped it who knows where. I can still teach you how to use it.”

Bobby stuck his tongue out. “As if I would want to be taught anything that has to do with mathematics.”

“Well, with this calculator you can use cheat sheets--” Hacker began before Randy clicked his tongue in warning. A stern look on his face. Hacker sighed. “You can play Minecraft on it.”

Bobby’s eyes suddenly seemed to turn into stars. “Really?!”

Hacker nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, the controls are a bit more complicated, but you can.”

“When we go back home, you must teach me how to! No question asked and I don’t care if you have work!” Bobby excitedly and Hacker shook his head in amusement, a small smile twitching on his lips.

“Fine, since I have no choice but to.”

Randy looked at his two children with a small smile before his gaze dropped to the calculator still in his hands.

Britney would have been delighted to hear that as well.

#dreamswap #fluff #dreamswap hacker #dreamswap bobby #dreamswap randy #ds hacker #ds randy #ds bobby #creepypasta squad #slightly angsty #fmaa2

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lesbianwriter · 2 years

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Can you write part three for a civilian who tries to run away? Pretty please? <3

Well, since you said pretty please…

Part One | Part Two

“I’m going to work.” Civilian timidly walked to the front door; her hand at the knob when Villain spoke up.

“Alright. Have a nice day.” Villain looked away.

Civilian exhaled and smoothed her rumpled outfit. Everything was out of place without Villain. Her wife always kissed her on the cheek before work and helped clean up wrinkles in her outfit, but she was standing at the door and Villain was sitting on the couch, far away.

She turned the knob, stealing another glance at Villain from a distance, and prepared to leave.

“Wait!” Villain said, rushing into the foyer with a lunchbox. “You left your lunch on the counter…here.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Civilian took it as if Villain was a hot stovetop. She looked at her lips, then her gaze darted to the floor. There was too much happening to even think about it.

Villain’s heart continued to break into more pieces. Civilian was uncomfortable by her mere presence, and though she couldn’t blame her for that, it made her sad thinking about a time when it was the opposite. When Civilian wouldn’t leave without a kiss; when Villain would gently tease her about how messy she was without her help whirl she helped Civilian look presentable.

She held back a sad comment about how it used to be and just said: “I hope you have a good day.”

“…yeah.” Civilian clutched the knob harder.

—

Work was not good. The minute Civilian was alone in the back, she broke down in tears, her face hidden in her hands and she slumped forward like a wilted flower.

“Aw, Civilian, what’s wrong?” Coworker asked. She took off her apron and sat beside Civilian on the bench.

“I…I got in a fight with Villain.” She hesitated.

“You two are perfect for each other, so a fight is only natural as long as it’s healthy. What happened? How bad was it?” Coworker continued.

Civilian sobbed into her hands. “She was hiding a secret from me and she’s trying so hard to make up for it and give me space but I don’t know if I can love her the same as before!”

“A secret? Did she have an affair?”

“No—not that. Villain didn’t…she wouldn’t do that—it’s personal, but I just don’t know what to do. I want to love her but I don’t know if I can.”

“Well, I don’t know much about relationships, but if it gets worse I’ll always be here to listen if you need somebody to lend an ear. Okay?”

—

“You forgot your lunchbox again.” Villain held it out. Civilian fidgeted with the hem of her jacket, her eyes lowered.

“Yesterday was terrible,” she admitted.

“I’m sor—“

“Because you didn’t kiss me. You need to kiss me to make the day good.” Civilian finished.

Something in Villain snapped in half. With teary eyes, she pressed a loving kiss to her cheek. Maybe it would work. Perhaps they could fix this—together. Villain could have that beautiful, fairytale ending she dreamed of having.

She pulled away for a breath and tucked a strand of hair behind Civilian’s ear. “You need to brush your hair if you don’t want it to be messy.”

“Never.” The other breathed softly, half in relief and half in fear as she felt her lover pull away. The hands on her arms were capable of so much harm—but Villain was so careful to keep her touch as light as a feather. As if she were handling a fragile bust of a goddess.

Villain noticed the small flinch Civilian gave as her fingers left her skin. Her hope flickered; it was understandable for Civilian to be scared of her touch, her hands had been covered in the blood of heroes and good men too many times to count, but knowing the rational reaction didn’t ease her aching. Love was never rational.

“Can we talk after I get back from work?” Civilian asked, taking a tentative step closer.

“Of course.”

#villain x civilian #civilian x villain #wlw #writing snippet #heroes and villains #my writing #slightly angsty #fluff at the end

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quotemenevervore · 1 year

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Karl just comes home after a really hard time with the traveling but the fiancees aren't there, and aren't answering their coms.

What would he do?

Oh no! He’d definitely get pretty upset, and try to reach out to someone who may know where they were but can’t really get a word out on the communicator before he just starts crying.

He calls Wilbur first since he’s usually in las Nevadas with Q, and Wilbur at that point would have gotten pretty close with the fiancés. He knows trying to get Q would be a pointless endeavor, they have him locked in meetings practically all day and Slime has his com. So Wilbur goes to check on Karl himself, contacting George and Dream and demanding they try to find Sapnap and send him home.

Quackity gets out of the meeting for Purpled to tell him Karl called Wilbur and Wilbur took off to go check on him and the avian fucking books it out of Las Nevadas, telling Purpled to tell the others that his fiancés come before their stupid projects.

When Quackity gets there, Sapnap’s there as well, and Karl is curled up with the fireborn on the couch and Wilbur’s making dinner. Karl doesn’t eat, feeling too sick from the traveling and the breakdown earlier, and Sapnap opts to make sure he knows they’d never separate from him in a literal sense. Wilbur doesn’t question when Karl doesn’t come down for supper or Sapnap’s purring, recognizing it as a comforting purr rather than a happy one. (He lives with a netherborn himself, he knows the difference)

Wilbur sends a message to Karl’s communicator before he leaves, letting him know if anything ever happened and he couldn’t reach Sapnap or Quackity, he’d go and check in with him and stay with him until they could get to him.

Quackity sleeps in that night as well, wrapping Karl in as tight a hug as he can and promising that meetings would never keep him away from the other again. Karl’s afternoon was very shaky, but they make sure it’s a good night.

Karl asks Niki to make cookies so he can take them to Wilbur, despite the fact that he can cook. He just thinks that her cookies are superior, she literally owns a bakery after all. He sits with her while she makes them and tells her what happened, and Niki doesn’t charge him for the batch. She tells him that the same rule applies for her; if something happens and Sapnap and Q can’t be reached, she is always reachable. And if she isn’t, Jack is, even if he tries not to be. All Karl would have to do is say Niki’s not answering and Jack would send her his way.

There’s another situation that happens like this where he simply stays with George and Dream, and while it’s not as heartfelt they take good care of him, makes sure he knows that they are there for him and that his fiancés would never permanently leave. He’d never be left to his own thoughts if he didn’t want to be. (George playfully rudely reminds Karl that they all have communicators for a reason, and Dream bites back with “well he’d try to contact you more if you didn’t sleep all the time-“ it’s the first time they get Karl to laugh while he’s with them, and it makes both of them feel so accomplished that George doesn’t even fight about the jab at his sleeping)

Sapnap goes to pick him up and he’s passed out on the couch, sleeping pretty peacefully for someone who just got back from what most would consider hell. George and Dream give him hell too, for not being readily available when Karl needed him. Quackity too, for that matter.

Sapnap and Quackity only let that scenario happen once. Never again, they make sure that they are always accessible and ready to return home at a moment’s notice, no matter how far away they are. Even so, if something were to come up Karl’s got a pretty big support system.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #shrunken manhunt #mcyt vore #mentions at least lol #vore talk #slightly angsty #but pretty fluffy #your ideas are giving me so much nyoom but my fingers won’t TYPE #I just remembered I went to the dentist today too lol and uh it’s not looking good 😔#eight teeth to be pulled😰#it was supposed to be root canals for some of them but I’m a broke bitch so I gotta go with the cheaper option

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