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legally-allowed-to-slime · 2 months

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“It went tick-tock like any other clock. But somehow, and against all usual horological practice the tick and the tock were irregular. Tick tock tick... and then the merest fraction of a second longer before ... tock tick tock... and then a tick a fraction of a second earlier than the mind's ear was now prepared for. The effect was enough, after ten minutes, to reduce the thinking processes of even the best-prepared to a sort of porridge.”

Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay

Joel growled and swung his sword against the floor. It thunk.

The sword, not the floor, but Joel wouldn’t be surprised if the floor could think. It seemed to be mocking him, like everything else in this place. White, but not so white it could be mistaken as clean, with a musty tint to the walls and half-hearted bulbs showing off how ugly everything was. This room was just… nothing. Nothingness but with paperwork.

The tip of his sword absentmindedly snaked along the floor, etching the concrete.

“Please do not mistreat the premises.” Grian’s voice echoed down from above, his words barely making it through the cloud of bossa nova.

And, oh, yes, the music. Joel grit his teeth.

It was sweet and harmonious and incredibly annoying, like honey that had somehow rot. It rattled through the speakers and hung onto his ears. It droned on and on and on and wrapped itself around time and cheerfully bored it to death.

“Get on with it!” He hollered up at Grian.

Grian coughed. “Sir, please do not harass employees, or I’ll have to inform the manager.”

“You ARE the manager!”

The music continued. At least one thing was consistent.

Joel shifted in his chair. If he tried hard enough he could pretend he was in his base and this music was just relaxing accompaniment and not the soundtrack of his misery.

And, for a while, he did.

Before it jumped, for a split second, stuttering and scratching and clawing at the walls like someone was in there saying please let them out—

“What was that?” He leapt from his chair.

And then the music was back, the notes ambling along and giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as they passed.

Grian’s giggle floated down.

Joel’s chest pounded. Had he just imagined it? He must’ve.

The melody continued to tango in the dark, easily stepping up and down in a monotone rhythm.

Hold. A misstep. It was unmistakeable. A wrong note. But that couldn’t be, this was a recording. Joel clenched his fist. The music hastily regained its balance, but then— another one, more egregious than the first. His heart clenched in annoyance and threatened to kick at his throat.

The record stuttered again, coinciding with a wrong note, creating a grating effect. Something was wrong.

Two wrong notes in a row, and then a longer stutter, and then a whole phrase that was off by just a semitone, and another stutter a fraction shorter, and then growing slower, growing faster, and then—

Joel panted in panic, clutching his head, unsure why the sounds were bothering him so much, just wanting it to stop.

All at once, it screeched to a halt.

“Joel,” Grian singsonged from upstairs.

Gripping the hilt of his sword so hard his fingers shook, Joel climbed up the stairs and collapsed in front of the counter.

“You had a pleasant wait,” Grian said.

“I’m sorry?” Joel’s eye twitched.

“You had a pleasant wait?” Grian said.

“No.”

Grian shrugged and looked down at the form. “Either way, there seems to be an error here. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to put you back on hold.”

He put the record in, and the music started.

#grian #smallishbeans #hermitfic #hermitcraft #hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft season ten #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitcraft s10 #hermitcraft 10 #hermitblr #hc s10 #hc 10 #hc

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sugar-omi · 10 months

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i start school in 12 hours 😧

so to keep from losing my sanity imma ramble about how Cove would make school fun if you hate it, like me!

Going to school with him, rather it's by bus, car, or on foot is always nice bc you guys can just talk and hang out on your own.

If someone ever tries to start shit w you, he's there and ready to kick ass. (not literally, he's a gentle giant. i mean unless he really has to)

If you get easily burnt out and lack motivation to do your school work, you guys can have study sessions!!! although results may vary when it comes to how much work you actually get done 💀

Sits next to you in all your classes and pouts when your schedules don't line up. Promises to see you at lunch and if you hate the caf like me he makes it soo much more bearable just by being there.

If you're a complainer like me, he'll listen to you and give solutions

his solutions: "let's just skip."

you don't tho. not too often at least

i feel like Cove would definitely be the type to skip for you. Like you tell him you're not going to school and he's already at your window like 'ok so what are WE gonna do then?'

doesn't matter if he was dressed and ready to go, he doesn't wanna be there without you.

UGH HES THE BEST I NEED HIM SO BAD

THAT LAST BIT MADE ME SMILE

school was hard for me socially n I never did the homework, so cove would definitely help you do the homework even if you end up copying some of his answers

socially, like I said before he tries to take thr heat off you. and I agree he doesn't rlly get physical!!! but if someone is giving you a hard time he comes up behind them, puts a hand on their shoulder.. "why don't you stop bothering them?"

or will stand in between you and crosses his arms. cove isn't that scary but he doesn't care abt that, he just wants to protect you

will indulge in your complaints too!!! even shares his own complaints. AND BACK TO THAT SKIPPING THING

okay just to set the scene, let's say you're really stressed and end up having an anxiety attack or feel one coming on before class. cove pulls you to a secluded spot and you end up calming down and crying while he holds you, eventually falling asleep with your head in his lap while he stands guard.

after that, whenever you get stressed or tired. anything like that, he finds a spot you guys can hide and you'll skip class.

you try not to do it often since they'll end up calling your parents, but you treasure those little moments bc he'll share a snack or doodle w you, or even better play more hangman w you <333

will play tic-tac-toe in the middle of class!!!

also I love cove climbing thru your window fully dressed for school and he's like "so, what did you dream last night bc I dreamed I was a SHARK which was rlly cool but then you were a fish n I ate u and I woke up and cried-"

this man is crazy istg

omg if this is like step 3 n youre dating he'll walk you to all your classes and squeezes your hand goodbye bc he's too embarrassed to kiss in front of your classmates n teacher (definitely does it once on the cheek and RUNS AWAY)

yall never live down how lovesick you are I promise

OMG SENDS TERRI AND RANDY TO DELIEVER MESSAGES OR SNACKS N STUFF

once had terri deliever a little sticky note w a heart on it or smth and terri went "omg yall are so CHEESY EVEN WHEN YOURE APART" randy is giggling and teasing you too

omg imagine he's in PE and he sees you. he runs to the door or window and looks back and forth before he steals a hug or kiss (pls kiss him, if not you owe him 2 kisses to replenish his energy fully)

teacher: holden! get back here. stop making out w y/n!

cove: *jumps 10 feet* y-yes! omg.... I'll see you later y/n<3

#olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader

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outofthiisworld · 4 months

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. ✦ ݁ ˖ @5mind sent in: A series of messages have been texted to Ophelia. [ hey, its me. ] [ terry from the tasing booth.] [ this IS the correct number right? if its not forget it. ] [ i didn't get your name so uh...hey. what do i save your number under ? ]

[💜] BZZ. BZZ…BZZ…BZZ.

Ophelia had been napping when she got the messages, but was soon stirred awake by one buzz after another. She yawned and rubbed the sleep out from her eye— but all it really took to wake her up was to see who messaged her. <- She giggled and squealed and kicked her feet!!!

[ awwww yay!!! u actually texted me <3 that makes me so happy! ]

[ oopsie! my name is ophelia :) terry is a cute name ]

[ did you save any lives after we left?? lol ]

While she waited, she added his contact info to her phone! … and stared at emojis for a good while to include with his name. Which one to pick…? ⚡️ maybe? That didn’t seem right for some reason…

#💜… ic #🎤 … asks #5mind #ophelia … antares #//leave it to me to accidentally turn a texting thread long— anyway:#// [SQUEEZING THEM] !!!!!

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flannelepicurean · 6 months

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Tumblr suggested a post to me "because you follow Terry Silver," and I was like, OH, I FOLLOW HIM. YOU KNOW I DO.

He's a dog who was raised by cats, he's evolving in ever-weirder and wilder ways, he can't stop bouncing, he delights in SCHEMES, he's so good at them, but he can't stop giggling about it at the end when he catches the ball, he's spinning in circles, he's woofing, he's purring, he wants a belly rub, he WILL bite you, JUST BECAUSE IT'S FUN, he requires so much brushing, he's a fancy little lad, he is so, SO BIG, and I am scampering through the bushes in his wake like the little trash bandit I am, chittering and rubbing my almost-human hands together in terrible ✨GLEE✨.

Does he know I'm there? Probably not. I'm beneath his notice, I don't even know karate, although I could turn out to be a little golden twink, I'm just a li'l weird guy doing trash can things and going meh-heh-heh in the bushes 17 feet away at all times, he has no time to pay attention to that, he's got SCHEMES that will all 100% work 1500% of the time, because he is Sensei Terraunce Labrador-LeChat Roundhouse Silver, First of His Name, and he has kicks and tricks, schemes and teams, child soldiers and title holders, bay-beeeeee.

Yeah, I follow him. EVERYWHERE.

#terry silver #sensei targaryen #cobra kai #karate kid 3 #i follow him #like a curse #trash can behavior #absolute raccoon #weird little guy #creeping along #observing #he's so fucking weird #dog raised by cats #i can't get enough

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hermanunworthy · 11 months

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!DNDADS S2 EP37 SPOILERS!

im a bit late bc i was at work all day but time for ep37 reactions!! i cant believe its already here

- now ive heard everyone talking about the intro i bet its gonna be a rickroll or some shit

- ITS FUCKINF ALL STAR. I KNEW THEY WOULD PULL SOMETHING LIKE THIS

- A TEENAGE GIRLS PARENT JUST GOT SHOT AND KILLED AND UR PLAYING ALL STAR.

- hermie mention in the intro im so calm and cool and chill about this /j

- "ur enough as u are" AINT NO WAY UR ABOUT TO MAKE ME START CRYING OVER A PARODY OF SMASH MOUTHS ALL STAR. WHY DID U HAVE TO PULL OUT THE BIG GUNS

- I DONT WANT THE TAYLOR VOICE CHANGE GOD NO

- MATT IM SCREAMING

- WILL CAMPOS U ABSOLUTE MADMAN. i already knew he was gonna find a way around using revivify but THAT WAS WILD

- are people gonna start drawing normal w that piece of jewelry now. bc i wanna. i already like drawing him w bracelets

- oh god what is beths fact gonna be.

- "i just keep meeting all the right people at all the wrong times" BETH MAY U ARE EVIL. THE PLOT OF THIS EPISODE HASNT EVEN STARTED AND IM ALREADY EMO

- ITS STARTING. OH NO

- NICKY BETTER FUCKING SHOW UP im curious to see what they actually decided on for the reason for him not being there last episode

- HERMIE WAS REMEMBERED giggles and kicks my feet

- TAYLOR AND LINCOLN ARENT AWARE THAT TERRY IS DEAD RN.

- were getting terris reaction rn i cant believe this is happening

- IM starting to feel sick godddd

- i bet im gonna see art of the lincoln and taylor piggyback ride hehe

- OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD TERRIS ASLEEP THIS MEANS WERE GONNA GET SCARY BACK. ALSO IS SHE GONNA SEE WILLY OH NOOOO

- NO NO NO NO NONONO

- "theres my girl" STFUUUUUU

- DOES SCARY REMEMBER ANYTHING??? DOES SHE KNOW WHATS GOING ON????

- "just wake him up" I. HATE. THIS EPSIODE

- SCARY GETTING CHOKED UP I CANT DO THIS

- TERRY DIDNT EVEN NEED TO DIE FUCK THIS

- "whoooa shit thats fucked up!" anthony burch i know u are just so incredibly pleased w urself.

- SCARYS STILL PRETENDING LIKE SHE DOESNT CARE ABOUT TERRY. JUST FEEL UR FEELINGS GIRL GOOD GOD

- "EMBARRASSING"??? FOR A KID TO BE UPSET THAT ONE OF THEIR PARENTS GOT MURDERED???? WILLY STAMPLER WTF IS WRONG W U

- there was never a more obvious lie than willy saying hell revive terry

- 19 INSIGHT LETS GOOO

- THATS RIGHT SCARY. STAND THE FUCK UP TO HIM

- NORMAL DESPERATELY TRYING TO HELP AWWWW MAN :[[ I HATE THIS

- PUTS MY HEAD IN MY HANDS. THIS IS SO DEEPLY UPSETTING

- WHEN WE SAID WE WANTED MORE SCARY AND NORMAL INTERACTIONS WE DIDNT THINK ITD BE LIKE THIS!!!

- THE TWINS ARE HERE NOW OMG

- beth is out for fucking blood this episode. god she is so good at making the audience feel for her characters

- SHES TELEPORTING TO GRANT?? IM NOT READY YET

- "hes dangerous! get away from him!" THE FACT THAT THIS IS LINCOLN SAYING THIS ABOUT GRANT BREAKS MY HEART

- SCARY HAS A GUN FUCK YEAH!!!

- FIRST HERMIE SPEAKING LINE OF THE EPISODE YIPPEEEE

- halfway through the episode now. cant wait to see what could possibly go wrong next!!

- i love whenever anthony allows a fun rulebreaking idea to work

- IDK WHY THE IDEA OF THE KIDDADS HAVING A GC IS SO FUNNY TO ME

- rons status remains a mystery....

- "we could do a whole scene w just hermie and all the other ones" u joke matt but i enjoy every scene w hermie no matter how unnecessary and drawn out

- as always linc and taylor are such a funny iconic duo

- WERE FINALLY GETTING ANGRY NORMAL??? FINALLY????

- WILL WITHDRAWING HIS COOL MOVE LMAO

- i just realized WE STILL HAVENT SEEN NICKY!!! GODDAMN!!!

- "the gayest fucking mecha of all time" swiftli fans do u like the new ship name /j

- ig i cannot deny it anymore swiftli is practically canon atp

- NICKY!!!! NICKY!!!!! I SHOT STRAIGHT UP IN MY SEAT

- NICKY AND HERMIE ARE FINALLY INTERACTING. PRAISE THE LORD

- i thought nicky got all his limbs back?? did anthony just forget

- btw ive probably been waking up my whole house w how hard im laughing over swiftli this episode

- LINCOLNS GONNA PUNCH GRANT WHOA. WHOA

- "so what are u gonna do, ur gonna kill me?" as i said before. i hate this episode.

- SCARY OBLITERATED PAPA JOHN SO FAST WHOA.

- THE DUNGEON SETUP VS THE TONE OF THE EPISODE HELPPP

- i just had such a weird thought/prediction. but i will hold my tongue. bc the last time i said something like this it came true and i do not want this to come true

- IS SCARY GONNA BREAK IT W LOVE FOR TERRY. I CANT DO THIS

- "i love u and i hate that u made me love u when u are who u are and u knew it." I WISH U COULD SEE MY FUCKING FACE RN. HOLYYY SHIT THATS DEVASTATING

- oh. my. good. lord.

- GUYS????? I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW. HOLY FUCK. THAT WAS HEAVY AS SHIT

#dndads #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #siren says

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 3 months

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Solar Opposites: The Wrath of Ophelia Sneak Peek

Terry is on the floor as he gets up and growls at Ophelia.

Terry: I will not let you hurt my family!

Ophelia: Grr… I knew you were always cursed, ever since the day you were born!

Terry: How do you even know me?!

Ophelia: I was the one who attack your parents! I was supposed to have you. Because, I heard that a cursed sproutling who is soon to be the future victim of my planet’s energy is born! But those nasty fucking Shlorpians stop me! Then I vow vengeance to get you one day!

Terry gasps as he remembers.The flashback flashes images of Ophelia trying to take baby Terry, only for the guards to stop her. The flashback flashes ended as Terry gasp and backs away in tears.

Terry: So.. you are a monster! *wipes away his tears while holding a crossbow* This.. is going to end… NOW!

Ophelia kicks Terry in the face

Terry: *groans as he gets up and then gets grabbed by Ophelia* I’m warning you… RELEASE CHEERY!

Then, the kids barge in here.

Yumyulack: DAD!

Jesse and Sonya: DADDY!

Pupa: PAPA!

Terry: *gasps* Kids?! Where’s Korvo?!

Yumyulack: *gasp in joy* You’re alive!

Suddenly, the kids get kicked down in the floor by the guards as they scream. The kids got up as they groan and then gasp in horror as the guards surrounded them.

Terry: No!

Terry growls at Ophelia.

Terry: STAY AWAY FROM MY KIDS YOU BITCH!

Suddenly a roar is heard

Jesse and Sonya: *gasp*

Yumyulack: *smiling in joy* Korvo!

Terry: Korvy!

Pupa: Papa?

Korvo, who is a monster, flies towards them

Monster Korvo: ROAR!

Terry blushes

Ophelia: The fuck?

Monster Korvo: Let him go!

Ophelia: *growls* I don’t take orders from anyone anymore!

Monster Korvo roars and punches Ophelia to the wall as he throws the guards to the wall. The kids cheer for their dad. Then, Monster Korvo breathes in and out as Terry gasp. Then, Terry runs up and soothes Monster Korvo’s face.

Terry: Korvy? Is that you in there?

Monster Korvo: *snarling as tears burst form his eyes*

Terry: Ssh…ssh…it’s okay. I’m safe now.

Monster Korvo breathes in and out but then calms down as he recognizes Terry, then he starts whimpering.

Monster Korvo: Terry?

Cue orchestral instrumental version of “Beautiful” from Zac Nelson.

Terry: Yeah. It’s me my beautiful shimmering stud.

Monster Korvo: *smiles with tears of joy* TERRY!

Monster Korvo picks up Terry as he flies up and twirls around. The two alien husbands embrace in a big damn kiss as they moan lovingly as Monster Korvo slowly lands on his feet.

Terry: What happened to you?

Monster Korvo: *sighs* I’m actually half Super Shlorpian. It’s been running in my family for years.

Terry: I think I read about that once…

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yo-you did?

Terry nods

Terry: Yeah. In a monster book.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: You really read it?

Terry: Every day.

Super Shlorpian Korvo then starts crying as he embrace Terry.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: I’m so sorry I couldn’t tell you before…

Terry: Hey, it’s okay.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *sniffles* Really? Thank you Terry.

Terry: Anytime boo… mmm… tell you what, your form looks very buff. Especially when your hips are wider:

Super Shlorpian Korvo blushes and holds his hips

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Thanks honey. We missed you so much.

The kids gasp in joy as they run up to hug Terry.

Pupa: PAPA!

Terry: Come here, ya little rascals!

Yumyulack: DAD!

Jesse and Sonya: DADDY!

The kids embrace Terry while Jesse is crying.

Jesse: *tearfully* Oh daddy… I missed you so much!

Terry: I know you did, sweetie. I know you did.

Terry then notices Korvo’s wings are glowing

Terry: Wow! You wings are glowing prettier than ever!

Super Shlorpian Korvo giggles

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *flaps his wings a bit* Thanks.

Super Shlorpian Korvo then realizes something as he gasp in horror. Terry puts a hand on Super Shlorpian Korvo’s cheek.

Terry: What’s wrong baby?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh shit! Our friends! They’ve been captured! We gotta go free them before they have their energies sucked out!

Terry gasps

Terry: Oh no! Cheery!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Cheery?

Jesse: *gasp* That must be the Smithers’ missing daughter!

Yumyulack: We gotta go!

Terry: Right! Come on Solars, let’s go kick some ass and save some lives!

Super Shlorpian Korvo picks up Terry

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Hold on tight my love!

Terry: What?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Trust me… this will be fun! Kids, get on me quick!

Sonya: Okay!

Yumyulack and Jesse: Woo-hoo! Yay!

Pupa: Korvo!

The kids hop on Super Shlorpian Korvo as they laugh. Super Shlorpian Korvo then picks up Terry.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Hold on tight! We’re going up!

Terry: *screaming voice* UP?

Super Shlorpian Korvo spreads his wings and flies up as Terry screams

Terry: Whoa! *then grows excited* Woo-hoo-hoo! Yee-hoo! This is fucking awesome!

Jesse: Yay!

Sonya: *laughing while screaming*

Pupa: Flying!

Terry: Whoa honey! This is so awesome!

Super Shlorpian Korvo laughs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Thank you baby! I love you so much!

Terry: *laughs* I love you too!

The two husbands kiss.

Terry: Hang on Cheery! Hang on guys! We’re coming for you!

Kids: YAY!

Yumyulack: Fuck yeah!

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godwithwethands · 2 years

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Terry's massive crush on Chozen ♥

#terryzen #chozen toguchi #terry silver #yuji okumoto #thomas ian griffith #cobra kai #cobra kai season 5 #cobra kai season 5 spoilers #SO CUTE HAHAHHA #the first terry gif....truly the moment he fell in love HAHA #me*terrysilver #*#me*chozentoguchi #me*thomasiangriffith #terry's been giggling and kicking his feet while thinking about chozen and im here for it

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hopelessromance21 · 8 months

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Two Halves

ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅɪᴇs (s𝟸)

ᴛᴡ: ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴄᴜʀsɪɴɢ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ᴀɴɢsᴛ

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,759

Henry Oak held his newborn twin boys one cold fall day. He kissed their heads, kissed his wife, and marveled at the life they brought into the world.

“Two halves,” Henry would say. “Two halves of a whole. You boys take care of each other, look out for each other.”

It was always Lark and Sparrow. Not just Lark. Not just Sparrow. Lark and Sparrow.

Sparrow never thought of living without his brother. They went through it all. Preschool and Elementary, defending each other from the bigger, meaner kids. Tag-teaming on the soccer field.

“The ying to his yang,” some would remark.

Sparrow was the soft one. Sweet and playful. He giggled as he splashed in the cold water on warm summer days. He’d grin with glee as he sunk his hands into cool dirt and felt the worms writhe under his palms. He would have flowers and sticks and bugs stuck in his curly blonde hair.

“The sun to his moon,” their mother would chuckle.

Lark was the wild one. Covered in bandaids, bruises scattered on his legs, knees always raw and scraped. He climbed high trees and rocks. He chased birds and caught frogs in the creek. He laughed as he splashed his brother in the cold creek water.

They never imagined living without the other.

They tumbled into the Forgotten Realms together, Sparrow clinging to Lark’s arm. While Sparrow’s head was still spinning with nausea, Lark was fiercely fending off the henchmen that easily captured the two of them.

“Look, it’s two of a kind!” They laughed at the angered boy and whimpering brother.

When they returned to Earth, so changed and yet still the same, Sparrow thought everything would be okay. But then Lark approached him with that seething hate in his eyes. Not for him, no. For Henry. For their father. And Lark begged for his help.

“Just hold him,” he pleaded. “Hug him tight, like you always do. You’ll see, brother. This has to happen. It’s our destiny.”

They tattooed their name onto the other. Lark would never be without Sparrow. Sparrow would never be without Lark.

And now, with blood dripping from his mouth, pooling under his body, Sparrow laughs shallowly.

It was stupid to think they could be together forever.

Lark was still in the heat of battle, blinded by rage. Shooting with wild abandon at the Doodlerized minions. But he had a feeling to look over his shoulder. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was just an itching instinct to check for his brother.

When he turned, he saw him. His other half. Sprawled out on the pavement, blood encircling him like a crimson spotlight.

“Sp-Sparrow-! Fuck-! Sparrow, S-.. brother!”

Fighting off the Doodlerized, Lark sprinted to reach Sparrow. He grabbed his shoulders, hissing apologizes through his teeth for how badly this would hurt. Dragging his brother to the closest building. His heels slipped on his blood and left wine-red footprints behind them, and a gruesome drag-trail.

Kicking in the door, Lark pulled Sparrow inside and shut themselves in. Locked and with a shelf shoved against the door, Lark finally turned to look down at the wheezing body at his feet.

Sparrow looked like a ghost of himself. His glasses were askew on his face, his eyes heavy-lidded. His skin was turning a sickly pale. Blood was smeared across his cheek from his mouth. His teeth turned pink as he grit them in pain.

His hand trembled and cupped the wound in his side. His white shirt was turning red and pink around the radius.

Lark felt sick to his stomach as he fell to his knees and started to apply pressure. His heart thumped in his ears as he used one hand to feel his body for any medical supplies. Adrenaline and dread mixed in a nauseating concoction in his veins.

Fuck. Lark wasn’t the medic one. It was never him.

Fuck. Terry would carry the medical supplies. He always said not to rely on magic.

Fuck. Sparrow knew how to heal. But already his eyes started to grow hazy and dim.

“Sparrow, hey, hey, keep with me. Don’t you dare nod off on me!” Lark snapped with venom, with anger and fear like that scared little boy that tried to fight the monsters under their bed.

Sparrow’s chest rose and fell shallowly, and he wheezed with each breath. He hardly responded to his brother’s words. He didn’t chastise him for his harshness like he normally does.

Lark’s brows furrowed to the point of aching as he searched his mind for the next step. His breath began to shake with his hands. His hands were slick with warm blood. It was sticky and viscous like syrup.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fucking fuck! Dammit, Sparrow!” He shouted, pressing firmer on the wound in the hopes of getting a response. Even if Sparrow cussed him out, it would be a welcome alternative to his silence.

“Don’t- don’t do this to me, brother!” Lark sobbed, only now aware of the hot tears that spilled down his face. “You can’t leave me! This isn’t- we’re supposed to do this together!”

As Lark intended, Sparrow stirred with a sudden groan and grimace, the aching pain that blossomed under Lark’s hands doing enough to stir Sparrow’s foggy mind.

Sparrow felt his mind going muddy, like water in a creek that’s stirred up until it’s all brown with sediment. As he breathed in, his chest ached, and he could hear the wet crackle of his lungs. His heart beat fast, only worsening the blood that flowed freely out of his body.

He knew he was dying. He couldn’t save himself— his magic was drained, used up in enchantments like Entangle and Guidance and healing Grant from a particularly nasty attack.

And now there was nothing left for him.

Eyelids fluttering with a weakness, Sparrow lifted one of his hands to clutch Lark’s. He wheezed and coughed, turning his head to look up at his sobbing brother.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Lark. I don’t think… I don’t think I can… I think this is it…”

“No.” Lark’s mouth curled with a stubbornness, his hands squeezing his brothers. Still keeping pressure on his wound. Anything for a few extra seconds. “No. I won’t let you. We- we just have to… just have to wait. Maybe- maybe Normal or Grant’s kid can—”

“L-Lark,” Sparrow rasped, eyes wet with tears. He sobbed, and then coughed up spittle tinged with blood. “I don’t- I don’t think there’s a-a way out of this… the kids… they’re too far a-ahead. And I don’t… I wouldn’t want Normal to s-see me like this…”

Sparrow watched his brother’s features break with grief, with a helplessness that he knew he despised. He stared up at his face that mirrored his own, mirrored his fathers. Sparrow always thought Lark looked more like Henry out of the two of them. Lark hated it.

Hot heavy tears dripped from Lark’s eyes and a sob tore from his throat painfully. Still, he refused to ease his hands off of Sparrow’s wound. Stubbornly hoping against all the odds that maybe he could hold out for just long enough.

“It’s supposed to be us against the world, brother. Us. It- I-… I cant do this w-without you…”

Sparrow squeezed his brother’s hands, eyes brimming with tears that spilled from the corners of his eyes.

“You have to. You- you have to watch our boy for us… you have to look out for N-Normal…”

The thought of leaving Normal brought another sob from Sparrow, grimacing with pain as he cried in the dark of this house. The thought of leaving Normal after what he said… after what Normal feels now…

Sparrow gripped Lark’s wrists with a sudden urgency, enough so that it awoke him from his sorrow. With wet eyes, Lark looked down at his brother expectantly— hoping that Sparrow somehow found a second wind, an iota of magic he could summon for himself.

“L-Lark, please- please tell Normal that I love him. Tell him and Hero that… I love them, and I-I’m so proud of them, please.”

Lark grimaced with anguish, his vision blurred with tears until he blinked and nodded slowly.

“O-Okay… I will… I promise…”

“A-and-” Sparrow coughed and his abdomen spasmed painfully. Lark noticed he was paler than before— nearly grey. “Don’t- don’t forget to tell them that you love them. Tell them, sh-show them… just… I know that you do. J-Just let them know…”

Lark sobbed bitterly, nodding in reluctant acceptance to all Sparrow asked. How could he say no to his brother’s last request, to love his children as his own?

“O-Okay… okay…”

Sparrow smiled weakly up at his brother, even as Lark dropped his head and sobbed over him. Even at the brink of death, Sparrow tried to ease Lark’s hurt and hide his own. He brought a hand up to Lark’s cheek, patting him in weak comfort.

“Hey… it-it’s gonna be alright, brother. I know it will…”

Sparrows words seemed to carve into Lark’s heart with a deep pain. He felt like he was being torn in two, kneeling over his brother’s slowly dying body. He sobbed helplessly, his hands slipping away from his brother’s wound. Giving up. Accepting the inevitable. Hating himself for it.

Sparrow tried to suppress his coughing, wheezing at Lark’s knees. Blood bubbled at the corner of his mouth and was soaked into his clothes.

“H-Hey- hey, Lark…”

Reluctant, Lark lifted his head. Tears still slipped down his cheeks and into his unkempt beard. His blood-stained hands now rested on his lap, curled into tight fists.

“Yeah, Sparrow?”

Gathering his remaining strength, clinging to the last drop of life he had before it slipped away, Sparrow raised his fist to his brother.

“P-Power…”

Lark stared at the offered fist in heartbreak. He choked back a sob, weakly bumping his crimson fist against Sparrow’s.

“Power…”

Sparrow laid down his hand and offered one last smile to his twin. His other half. Skin grey and ghostly, his eyes dim and fading.

Lark held Sparrow’s hand, sobbing bitterly through gritted teeth. Cursing everything under the sun for doing this to him. Taking the one thing he had left. The ying to his yang. The sun to his moon. His balance, the one who softened his harsh edges, reminded him to love instead of hate, to live instead of survive.

He watched his other half die.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #dndads season 2 #lark and sparrow #lark oak #sparrow oak #lark and sparrow angst #lark and sparrow angst fic #dndads fic #angst #character death #gore #blood #haha had a little thought oopsies…

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silverusso · 1 year

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LaBarnes is criminally underrated. Daniel would totally be over that rugged, beefy Daddy like there’s no tomorrow. Meanwhile, Terry would rage. Heh.

The way Daniel acted with Mike seemed different to me compared to his dynamics with Johnny and Chozen. He had twirling my hair/kicking my feet/giggling energy with Mike as soon as he realized he wasn't an enemy anymore. If he was gonna let anyone hit it would be Mike. And Terry would be pissed if he was left out of the fun, otherwise I firmly believe he wouldn't mind. It's pretty much word of god that Terry would kill Johnny & Chozen but not Mike, so if Danny was gonna let anyone else other than Terry get it, Mike would be Terry's choice.

#ask #silverusso #labarnes

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eaglefangz · 2 years

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terry meeting chozen when he's undercover and giggling and twirling his hair in his fingers and kicking his feet drawing their names in hearts in a journal meanwhile chozen is just thinking abt how much he wants to go hang out with daniel. unparalleled.

#s.txt #cobra kai #ck spoilers #this is definitely a show

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noonmutter · 2 years

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Hellraisers: Paradiso

DWC August 2022 Day 7: Peace/Unforgiven

Months later...

Terry worked quietly on his unfinished designs for additions to the house, more determined than ever to get those done. It'd been years, apparently; he hated that more than anything else. Before deployment, he'd gotten stuck on the nonmagical alternative to the turret on the roof. When he'd come home, he'd found notes scrawled on most of his in-progress projects, including that one, apparently from that Caythaes guy. After the initial affront of somebody else touching his stuff wore off, he'd taken a good look and grudgingly admitted there were some valid thoughts and got to work.

After a few peaceful hours, the door flew open and slammed against the wall, propelled by Lucien's indignant foot. Terry didn't jump, only set down his pencil. Before he had a chance to scold the teenager for kicking the damn door, he was startled into shocked silence by a slap across the back of his head and an indignant shout of "You did it AGAIN!"

Just like that, Lucien turned on his heel and left, leaving Terry blinking and utterly baffled.

A few seconds after that, his wife--one hand over her mouth, still recovering from a laughing fit--appeared in the open doorway. They stared at each other without speaking for a minute--her trying to stop giggling, him open-mouthed and confused--before Shedwyn broke the spell and crossed the workshop floor. She reached up, picking through rolled-up blueprints tucked into the shelves, until she found the one she was looking for.

"I think you want to revisit this one today."

Setting it down on the drafting table, she leaned in to kiss her husband's forehead and left without acknowledging his half-finished protests.

Terry started to get up and chase after her but realized she was doing that hint-dropping thing she so loved doing. Lucien can wait, I guess. With a soft sigh, he unrolled the chosen blueprint, then squinted at it. A few heartbeats later, he bolted from the workshop to sweep his little wife off her feet, his laughter echoing across the house.

In his haste, he'd left the blueprint unanchored, and the rush of air sent it sliding to the floor as he ran off. The word "Crib" almost glittered in the light of the open doorway.

( @daily-writing-challenge @shedwyn @mekandawn )

(It’s not quite the end, I promise--they still have several loose ends to tie up! I just thought this was a nice spot to cap things off for now.)

#my writing #and so arrives terry #shedwyn #the light in lordaeron #dwc

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mekandawn · 2 years

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February DWC 2022 Day 3: Shadow/Shine

A continuation of this storyline: [1] [2]

Caythaes hadn’t had a night of peace since they came back from the Maw about six months ago. Oh, there were some here and there, especially when they spent the night in bed with Anzhin, but for the most part, Caythaes would wake up in the middle of the night on a regular basis, paralyzing dread gripping their chest while Glycerin yowled and hissed until the feeling passed.

It was exhausting. The winter was hard enough on them to begin with, they really didn’t need night terrors keeping them up at night, too.

Tonight was no exception, and Caythaes swore to themself as they felt something move into the room, its shadow falling over them as their heart began to pound. Since everything had started, Glycerin had taken to spending the night curled against Caythaes’ back, and Caythaes could hear his low, echoey motor engine of a growl start up as he rose to his feet. With a sigh, Caythaes resigned themself to another night of terror.

It was kind of infuriating, actually. Caythaes had fought a pack of feral worgen, a smug mercenary, a worgen made of pure light, six splintered versions of Terry shoved into Maw armor, and had a polite conversation with the Painsmith. What on Azeroth could they possibly have to be afraid of?

With a flick of their hand, the wicks of all the candles in their room caught fire, filling the room with light. Immediately, some of the fear began to recede, just enough that Caythaes could throw back their covers and roll over to confront-

Eonar.

An entire Titan stood beside their bed, staring off into space as if she was looking through them at something else entirely. A hysterical laugh bubbled up before they could stop it, and Caythaes dropped their head into their hands as a fit of giggles took over them. Through the gaps in their fingers, they could see Eonar’s expression shift to one of annoyance, her shining eyes flicking towards them without seeing.

Inhaling deeply, Caythaes lifted their head, pulling their covers back over their lap before blurting out, “MA’AM.”

Finally, Eonar’s attention fully snapped towards them, and that feeling of dread rose up in their chest once more. It lost some of its effect now that Caythaes knew what was causing it, and Anar’alah Belore, they were so tired.

“Could you please stop coming into my bedroom at night?” they asked, their ears pinning backwards as their brow pinched together. “I’m not your champion, I have no intention of being your champion, could you please go bother Terry instead?”

The Titan stared down at them a moment longer, then simply vanished without saying a word. No apology, no explanation, but such was the way of the omnipotent and divine. She probably thought she didn’t need to offer them either, but as long as the nightly visits stopped, Caythaes really didn’t care. They gave Glycerin a few pets as he slowly calmed down, the tension easing from his spine and the growling sputtering out. Once the Void cat was settled down enough to shift to a purr, Caythaes kissed the top of his head and rolled over, reaching out towards the side table where they kept their comm.

“I just had to kick Eonar out of my room,” they typed, addressing the text to Terry, Shedwyn, and Leon. “I don’t know what she was doing, but if she’s trying to recruit me, I don’t want it.”

( @daily-writing-challenge )

#febdwc2022 #febday32022 #Titan Forgery || IC Journal

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