#GET THEIR ASSES KING!!!!! BEAT EM UP

[piratefishmama]

Fake it 'Till You Make It | Part 3

“Alright so, how long has this throwing men at you thing been happening?” Not a sentence Eddie Munson ever expected to be saying out loud, especially not to Steve Harrington, but there they were, sat in the back of his van, which Eddie had parked just off of Cornwallis, his van hidden among the trees, safe from prying eyes.

They had to get their story straight, even if nothing about what they were doing was straight, that had to be straight. Especially straight enough to fool a goddamn lawyer like Lynda Harrington.

Eddie was just glad he’d left the pillows and blankets in there from the other week when he’d claimed he had a love nest in his van to a particularly horrified set of parents.

Nothing quite like the mental image of your barely legal precious daughter getting down an dirty in the back of a beat up old van. Fabulous.

It was actually quite nice though, he even put fairy lights up in there.

“The whole shebang, just over a month. But the men… that’s new. They haven’t managed to actually introduce me to anyone yet, one of the joys of queer shit being so frowned upon, they cant find a willing guy to come forward.” No-one daring enough to take the risk, not even for a Harrington.

“Can’t say I blame em, you’re having to pay me to out my own ass to your parents, they’re well respected, people expect them to be on the ‘right’ side of history” ‘right’ said with very sarcastic air quotes and matching tone.

“People are gonna be surprised then.” About as surprised as Steve was, probably. “So… are you… I mean… outing yourself? It’s… you don’t have to tell me but—I just… if they want proof i—I don’t wanna make you—” Steve was staring into his lap, awkward, cheeks flushed, adorable. Fucking… adorable… not a term of endearment he ever thought he’d throw at Steve Harrington.

So many unexpected turns for a Sunday morning.

“Mnhm, I’m ah… like you I suppose. Only I think I’m more of a five on the Kinsey scale…” at Steve’s raised brow and adorable puppy head tilt, Eddie smiled sheepishly, of course the King of the Jocks wouldn’t know what the damn Kinsey scale was. “That’s uh… it kinda measures bisexuality? It’s rarely an exact 50/50 split between liking guys and girls, most lean one way or the other, with an interest in more… I uh… I lean more towards men… you…”

“Girls… I think.” Eddie nodded, it was what he expected. “But—what’s the scale?”

“Zero to six, six being gay and zero being straight. I’m pretty solidly a five I think…” five made sense to him. He’d found girls attractive before, maybe even had a crush on one once, a pretty cheerleader who’d made his palms sweaty and his heart beat fast enough to make him turn tail and run in terror, but boys were his go to. “It’s not an exact science though, I mean shit, you don’t have to label anything.”

“… I feel like a three.”

“A three?” Higher than he expected but, as of that morning he’d thought Steve was a zero. No clue what so ever that he’d ever even entertained the idea of boys.

“Mn… I’ve… I’ve definitely been attracted to men before, a few men actually… some ruined it immediately by being assholes” Eddie didn’t want to guess, but a few jocks did come to mind “but… I’ve never tried anything, y’know?” Aww, never touched a boy, cute. “And telling my parents? That was recent, like, really recent, and impulsive. I just didn’t expect them to pull this whole ‘we can throw men at you now!’ Schtick so… to answer your original question, about two weeks now. Why?”

“Building a believable timeframe so we can have an idea as to where they might expect us to be in our ‘relationship.’ Your mom’s a lawyer right? Shits not gonna be as easy as telling them we’re dating and have that be that she’s gonna want the when’s, the how’s, the details, normal moms do, yours is a lawyer dude, we have to be spot on with everythin or this will be a total waste of time, and money on your part cause obviously, no refunds.” He may not be dealing as much as he used to be once he realised he had other more valuable services to offer,

And the party king stopped throwing parties??

But his policies were still pretty iron tight.

Steve just nodded his head, he understood, Eddie couldn’t get his time back so, however many days he spent there, he’d be paid for each one regardless of the outcome. “Alright… what do you normally do with these dates then?”

“Freak the fuck out of their parents usually. Be vulgar, insinuate things, the Gillespie’s hate being called by their first names?? No idea why, but that was an easy spot to poke at, I’ll talk about my band, offer weed to chill out, y’know, typical things that’d make a parent in rural Indiana pale at the thought that their sweet daughters had only skimmed the surface of the dating pool, finding just the scum the pool boy hadn’t cleaned out and settling with it.”

It could have been self-deprecating, in fact Steve almost told him not to think of himself like that but Eddie seemed genuinely amused by the whole thing, it was all an act.

He was a mischievous gremlin, he was making himself the worst of the worst in front of these people, he didn’t think he was that person, he just acted the part like some kind of drama club performance.

Oh god, wasn’t he in drama? “…That’s uhm… that’s a mental image.”

“I’m a storyteller” Eddie shrugged “sometimes I talk about DnD too, and—”

“I mean how do you prepare for them?”

“Oh… not much to prepare for on those ones, it’s usually just one night and the main goal is to fuck it up so bad that the girls’ parents don’t want their daughter going anywhere near that stupid pool out of the fear that she’ll settle for scum again, this is the first long term relationship I’ve had to fake! And you want me to fake it properly, not just fuck it up, I mean… It can’t be a surprise to you that I’ve never been in a relationship, right?”

Steve wanted to be polite, he really did! But no, it wasn’t a surprise.

Not because Eddie wasn’t attractive, it’d be a lie to claim that. Eddie Munson was… a special kind of attractive to Steve. The oh god what? Kind of attractive that only existed when a polo-wearing jock type like Steve, found someone like Eddie attractive.

That kind of attractive.

He had a nice, soft face, framed perfectly by a mass of badly maintained curls. Not badly in the way that they were dirty, just… it was clear he had no idea how to tame them, how to enhance them, how to do anything with them other than apparently put a brush through them and make himself look like he’d been dragged through a bush. Twice.

He had those big brown eyes, expressive, could easily find himself stuck in them if he looked for too long.

The smile with the dimples? Gold star on that one.

He didn’t have acne, or pimples, he didn’t stink, he clearly cared about basic hygiene, but that was all surface level stuff.

He was also expressive about his interests, which was an attractive trait, he was sneaky smart.

Sure teachers had all but written him off as an imbecile and he’d heard a few saying that over the years to the poor guys face, but Steve had seen Eddie do difficult multiplications on the fly.

He’d seen Eddie recite Shakespeare off the top of his head, prattle off verse after verse, sometimes free styling in perfect iambic pentameter if the teachers dropped jaw was enough of a sign.

He'd seen Eddie climb a rope in gym. Dude was squirrelly, he had muscle in those arms, and nobody in that gym knew where he’d built it. Maybe he wasn’t gifted at dodgeball, but he could sure as hell climb shit.

He’d seen Eddie be an effective businessman. Tommy had bought from him a few times, and he’d seen Eddie dealing at his parties. The guy knew his shit when it came to drugs, he didn’t just deal and bail, he stuck around and made sure people were safe. Could always answer questions if people had them, so he could retain knowledge just fine, it just had to align with his interests.

School didn’t work for him, that didn’t make him unintelligent. Steve could respect that. Steve could relate to that. Except he did feel like he was kind of an idiot.

But no… it wasn’t a surprise that Eddie hadn’t been in a relationship.

People looked at him warily in school, he put up a shield around himself made of barbs shot at every clique the school had, he fired off pastor at a megachurch worthy sermons about being against conformity and capitalism from atop school lunch tables.

He was in band, drama club, AV club, the dude was a nerd of the highest order, the ‘image conscious’ girls of Hawkins High didn’t wanna be seen with that.

So even if he did sort of like girls, stupid high school girls wouldn’t like him. Wouldn’t appreciate him the way he should be appreciated.

“…No, I guess it’s not a surprise… high school sucks though, man. There’s no permanence in high school flings.”

“Would have at least liked a fling though, that would have been cool.” Would he though? No. As much as it didn’t align with the whole rockstar life he had thought up for himself, he wanted something… bulkier. Something with more to it than surfing strangers beds. He wanted permanence.

Wanted someone to come home to, arms he knew, a garden he could fuck around in, maybe a tree to sit in and write songs on warm summer days.

A fireplace to snuggle up in front of with a special someone.

Maybe a kid, or three.

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, Eddie. Trust me. You had fun doing what you did, I got my heart stomped on over and over again, not fun.” It didn’t sound fun. Eddie wanted to reach out, it wasn’t far, they were in a small van, two pretty tall guys, there wasn’t much space there, he could have reached out but… the space between them still felt too vast.

“…Guess it’s a tend to your own field kind of thing then eh?” Steve looked at him with a small frown, a question in his expression “y’know… the grass is always greener on the other side? Just tend to your own field, the grass will grow. Do your own thing, it’ll be better for you…? That kind of thing.”

“Ah… then yeah, it’s a tend to your own field kind of thing.” Eddie smiled and gently bopped his head in agreement. A surprisingly comfortable silence stretched for a moment until “I think… a week would be best. Say we’ve been dating a week, but met at one of your gigs a few weeks back maybe? It’d explain why I’ve been less than enthused about any of their choices. I was already into someone.”

“…You know about my gigs?” Oh could those brown eyes get any bigger?

“Yeah? Tuesdays at The Hideout right? Dustin keeps trying to bribe me into taking him…” Eddie’s smile turned a little softer, warmer, prettier, he had such a soft spot for that kid it wasn’t even fair. “I could say Robin an I decided to check it out to see if it was ‘kid friendly’ enough to take him, Robin introduced us since she’d know you from band, you teased me about being there, but not in a mean way cause beneath all those barbs at us poor jocks, you’re actually really nice, and we just hit it off? Took us a bit of time to feel each other out cause it’s dangerous to be like us but once we did it was like… bam. Stars collided or some shit.”

“…You’re… surprisingly in tune with this queer shit, Harrington…”

“I’ve known I was bisexual for a while, Eddie… it’s not new to me, I know it’s dangerous, I’ve seen what jocks like me do to people like me… even when there’s no proof only rumour or because you look it… I know how dangerous it is to be like us… but do you think it’d work though?”

“…The barebones story is there, we can world-build. Now let’s talk boundaries.”

Part 5

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #o ye Steve KNOWS Eddie's pretty

[snufkins-boot]

Dc x dp idea: take one of those ‘Danny is Damian’ AUs, take a ‘Danny is Persephone’ AU, AND MASH THAT SHIT UP.

right so start off with the usual: Damian runs away and takes the name Danny, gets adopted by the Fentons etc. right?

When the bats find Damian they don’t find him in Amity no no no they find him in the ghost zone, site John Constantine bs or smth. And naturally this is a ghost king Danny AU so his ass is in full regalia and when asked he avoids the question, because how do you explain to the family you haven’t seen in years that you’re now the queen of the afterlife because you beat the fuck out of a god after you ran away and FUCKING DIED?!

But the bats and they won’t leave shit alone so they dig and shit and find out WHOOPDE FUCKING DOO HES MARRIED. Now make this who you want, I’m going everlasting trio because why the fuck not. TWO OF EM.

So Danny gets hoes and they believe that he got Persephoned or some shit, because not their precious little spawn of Satan, Nuh uh. He’s not dead, YOURE IN DENIAL. They meet the trio through unfortunate events and that solidifies it more that he got Persephoned as in their mind it cruel plant goddess and tech geek pharaoh, who frankly has no thoughts.

Add some flavour and have Sam be called king or something. Because I like to think that the infinite realms base their titles off your perception. Sam is mean and scary and thus king where as Danny is relatively sweet and generally popular among the residents of the infinite realms so he is their queen. And tucker is pharaoh. Duh.

#dcxdp #dc #danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #writing prompts #batman #MORE FLAVOUR ADD JON IN SOMEHOW ON WHATEVER SIDE YOU LIKE #I’ve really not got much to add to the tags right now I think I put it all in the post #Jason: no way he gets bitches he’s being used! (he’s mad he gets NONE) #ghost king danny

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: The Golden Age of Sci Fi

Robert Heinlein: now i usually tell stories over at space coven Heinlein: but i thought I'd come over and tell you a story Heinlein: about alien puppet masters Heinlein: i call it the puppet masters Barker: are they alien? Heinlein: Heinlein: oh you've heard it?

Clive Barker: ugh space coven? Barker: those guys are the biggest nerds King: i thought you said unicorn fuck club were the biggest nerds Barker: no i said they were the biggest dorks Barker: there's a difference

Barker: nerds and dorks are totally different King: what do you mean, what's the difference? Barker: let me explain it this way Barker: you stephen are a dork Barker: but edgar is a nerd Poe: now hold on there Mary Shelley: no he's right

Heinlein: I call this story Heinlein: In the Realm of the Electric Medusas, What Measure the Measure of a Man? Heinlein: it's about a space guy who shoots aliens Heinlein: with a laser

King: what kind of aliens? Heinlein: what? King: what kind of aliens? Heinlein: oh like i dunno Heinlein: big green bug-eyed slug monsters Heinlein: you know like just your standard alien Heinlein: the one everyone's writing Heinlein: the important thing is they get shot

Heinlein: you know what i love about aliens? Heinlein: you can just beat 'em up! Pow Zap! Bang! Heinlein: shoot them with a big gun!!! Heinlein: and no pinko commie's gonna tell you to stop! ha ha! yeah! Heinlein: hey do you guys play warhammer?

Heinlein: so do you guys play warhammer? Barker: no King: not really Poe: nope Koontz: uh uh Lovecraft: no Heinlein: Heinlein: oh Heinlein: do you WANT to play warhammer?

Heinlein: see what's cool is, it's both a game and a collection Heinlein: look at these cool space marines Heinlein: pretty bad ass don't you think? Heinlein: i wish they gave them more guns tho Heinlein: so i was reading about these new rare miniatures in stormbringer magazine Barker: oh my god i'm dying

Heinlein: so anyway everyone knows the chaos space marines are the best faction cuz you can access specific Stratagems using the chaos emeralds Barker: i can't take this nerd shit Barker: [weakly] mary please Barker: [weakly] save us from these nerds Barker: [weakly] bring your shiv

Barker: hey did you see starship troopers? Heinlein: hell yeah brother!!! i love that shit! Heinlein: love when they shoot the bugs! Yeah! Heinlein: i love that shit Heinlein: UNIRONICALLY!

Heinlein: starship troopers movie is so cool Heinlein: i love it! Heinlein: it's totally what i saw in my head when i wrote the book! Heinlein: they captured my ideas perfectly! Heinlein: what Heinlein: what's so funny

Barker: haha you dingus, it was a satire! they were making fun of you haha Heinlein: what? shut up! Heinlein: stop mocking me! Heinlein: I'm a serious hard science fiction writer! Heinlein: I predicted the water bed!

Heinlein: bang! pow! i love killing aliens! Heinlein: oh, you're different than me huh alien? huh? is that it?! Heinlein: where the fuck do you get off?! Heinlein: [miming gun] bang! bang! Heinlein: and that's why i'm a member of the SFWA

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #hp lovecraft #mary shelley #robert heinlein

[hashtagcaneven]

Kuro's Advice for Awesome Fight Scenes

So I heard you want to write a cool fight scene. Rock on.

Running into some trouble though? No sweat, I got you covered.

I compiled this list of 8 Rules I personally use for Kickass Action Scenes for a Discord group of writers and thought it might be useful for others as well.

Rule #1 Fight scenes MUST tell an emotional story.

A fight is just an argument but with physical violence instead of words. Just like how in a musical people talk until the energy and emotion goes so high they burst into song and then when that keeps building, they all start dancing. Same concept. People argue and disagree until the emotion is so high they start throwing hands.

Fights act like any other scene where it starts with one emotion and ends with another. Emotion should flow through each move. They should ebb and flow from start to finish, raising and lowering tension to keep a reader engaged and guessing over who is going to win.

This is the bedrock of fight scenes. No amount of “rule of cool” is going to save the scene if there is no emotional heart beating through it.

Rule #2 You need personal stakes

Goes kit and parcel with Rule #1. Your POV characters have to have something on the line to tell an emotional story.

What happens if they lose? What happens if they WIN?

Go beyond JUST “oh if they lose, they die”. What happens to the character’s world if they lose. What will happen to the ones they love when they’re gone? What are the TRUE long term consequences for failure?

Even if it's a friendly (ie non lethal) competition scene, what are those stakes? Bragging rights for a proud character? Or perhaps taking their opponent down a peg?

Avoid vague generalized stakes and find what makes it personal. A knight may fight for his king and country but he also does it because he has his pride as a knight on the line if he walks away or loses.

Rule #3 Pacing is key

Action is fast paced in real life. It should be so in writing.

I personally think of my fight scenes as if they were a movie/show/play fight scene. Partly because that’s my own personal experience and partly because it helps me with pacing, especially with multiple POV characters.

Don’t spend too long on one action. Keep it flowing but have moments of pause. Real fights have moments where someone needs to pick themselves back up or two opponents need to steady themselves for the next round of assault. Use those moments to dig into the introspection of the POV. Your reader is also gonna need a breather from time to time.

With multiple POVs, I flip through them like I’m switching shots on film. We cut away from one thing to see what another character is up to in the flow of things. I flip the camera at moments of triumph or tension to keep building that emotion.

Rule #4 Let your heroes take some hits

Show off those stakes by letting your big bad character get his ass kicked a little bit.

Let ‘em get knocked around a bit to build that tension within a reader. Make them wonder how they’ll pull this off.

Superman fights are so easy to be boring because he’s basically invincible. We all yawn because we know he’s gonna win. Then along comes someone with kryptonite and suddenly it's Superman getting the beat down. Now we’re emotionally engaged because how is he going to get out of this one?

Show their competency in a fight by how well they can take big, painful hurts and keep going anyway. Show it in how they fight back or stay standing, despite the effort.

And don’t be afraid to let your heroes lose a few times. It makes their eventual victory sweeter.

Rule #5 Be clear and concise with your descriptions

Now ain’t the time to pull out your best Tolkien describing a meal impressions.

Action is fast. There are a ton of moving parts which can be severely complex and hard to follow. You want to avoid this confusion at all costs.

Use clear, specific language so the reader can visualize what is happening in their head and not get lost. Once they get lost, they will get frustrated and disengage.

Ditch the heavy metaphors. Let the movement speak for itself as the allegory. If you want to sprinkle in some flowery language, do so separate from the actual action happening in a fight.

Rule #6 Learn the basics of movement

You don’t need to know how to swing a sword with proper technique to write a sword fight (though, let’s be real, it helps). As long as you understand the fundamentals of how the weapon moves, you can write a good sword fight.

Because what makes a fight good is the EMOTION in the fight. Not just the fancy flourishes.

However, if you go too crazy and it becomes unrealistic, your readers can easily disengage.

So you don’t need to know the difference between a riposte and an ochs stance. You just need to know that arms don’t swing that way. You need to know if someone gets pushed, it can throw them off balance.

Learn the basics of human movement, and if there are weapons involved, learn at least the basics because if I see one more person say they’re wielding a longsword like it’s a small sword, you people will kill me inside even more.

Rule #7 Every action has a consequence

When someone attacks, someone has to defend (or get hit). But when someone moves their body one way, it can open them up to a counterattack.

If I lunge too far forward and overextend, I’ve left myself open for attack. If an opponent turns around, their back is now my next best target.

Pay attention to how your characters are moving. Are they opening themselves up for easy counterattacks when you don’t want them to? 

Thinking about what opening a move gives their opponent can help you write your fight scenes, as it will lead to a natural flow and chain of events.

Rule #8 Don’t be afraid to add sound

Fights are vocal. People grunt and groan and shout when they’re hit. They also make noise when they attack. The more wrapped in emotion, the louder and noisier people tend to get as they get lost in it.

During those moments of pause you add from Rule #3 is a great moment for characters to continue the verbal part of their argument

 If one character temporarily overpowers the other, let them brag. If one character gets punched in the mouth, describe the sound of the blood they spit on the ground. 

Just, for the love of the gods, don’t go all Marvel and be quip central. Don’t undercut your own tension and emotion for a quick laugh or to sound cool.

Some examples of great fights:

#go forth and conquer friends #writing fight scenes #kuro writes #writing #writers on tumblr #fight scenes #story telling #action scenes #writing tips #writing advice #Youtube

[enigma-im]

Changes (Turn and Face the Stranger)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Orc X Female!Human Warning: Strong Language, Near death, Robin Hood rip-off

Word Count: 3,821

Captured by a very handsome Orc, Alice has to convince him of her cause before her day to hang. Can she swing this big oof to her side before it's too late?

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"commander Irek Fells," he greets with the deepest voice I ever heard," Is this Alice Belmond?" I stare up at the large man, seeing him tower over everyone with his broad chest, thick arms, and great stature. His face seems to be stuck in a permeant scowl like he never smiled a day in his life. A deep scar splits the right side of his face over his eye down to his jaw. His tusks are banded with gold at the base. He is a terrifying man, and the effect he has on all the guards around is evident.

"Y-yes," the captain clears his throat," Yes. Alice Belmond the woman who has successfully robbed three of our deliveries to the capital. Each guarded with our toughest men but she bested 'em on every turn."

While the captain boasted my efforts I watch as the orc's jaw ticks as he grinds his teeth, his brow furrowed into his eyes. Even in a casual conversation such as this he looks pissed as hell. The others standing behind seemed to be rattling in their boots. Which is understandable, this behemoth of a man could take on all of them with his hands behind his back. Crush their skulls with just his thighs.

As I gawk at him he catches my eye. He sneers before crouching down to my level-which is a feat in itself- and gets into my face.

"You have committed crimes against the king and the capital, what do you say in your defense, human?"

I stare into his eyes with my own open wide and my mouth slightly parted. This close I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks. I can see the puckered scar over his eye. My heart beats wildly in my chest; my palms are sweaty, shoulders stiff, and butterflies in my stomach. I feel words escape me, falling off the tip of my tongue. I have to say something, so I spew out the first thing I can.

"fuck, you're hot."

Well, that was an awful thing to say.

--

Captured, thrown into the carriage like a dog. I guess big scary commander Fells doesn't like compliments. It's not my fault really, I have that rare condition called 'no filter from brain to mouth'. It's truly fatal, with no cure in sight. It's really his fault for being so damn sexy in front of me, with my condition I was doomed from the start.

I huff, blowing the hair out of my face. I wince as the carriage rocks a bit too hard on a rock, my hands tugging on the chains. They couldn't at least invest in some leather to wrap around these things? The person who made these never had to be in them I guess.

I sit up to look out the window, watching as we pass the gates into the castle. I roll my eyes at the grand façade that is the royal guards. A bunch of goody-goodies, never had to work more than lifting a sword in their life. Which is why it was so easy to rob them blind. Well, not this time I suppose, but I blame the commander. He isn't like the rest of them, first off being an orc. Sure there are a few amongst the soldiers that aren't afflicted with the human genome, but he is almost a whole different game altogether. For starters being so damn gorgeous. I snort before falling back on my ass to await the dribble that will be the next few hours.

"Where is the rest of your group," an angry human demands for the umpteenth time. I wiggle back and forth on my chair, checking out the rest of the room with way more interest than I give this conversation.

"Pass," I tease, rocking back on two legs of the chair. The man growls, like some sort of caveman. These guys can't even bother with a please or thank you. So rude.

"Do you even understand what kind of trouble you are in," the guy tries to bait," You are in the middle of being sentenced. The death penalty has been out on you for going on a year. You are just rat food waiting to happen, so just spill it and maybe we will make it quick."

I snort, "Fat chance."

He punches the table, storming off like a child. The door slams behind him and I'm left to my own devices once more. I'm not too worried about these losers. In a week, my group would have made a plan and be in the middle of busting me out of this 2-star hotel. I bounce on the two legs, glancing around without a care. There is nothing these guys can do to shake me.

The door is swung open again, I turn to greet the poor fool who is tasked with me.

"Alice Belmond," Commander Fells greets. I'm caught off guard for the second time today as I fall onto my back. The chair had slipped out from beneath me as I push against the table too hard. Irek huffs as I groan in pain.

"I swear I'm more graceful than this," I grumble as I try to wiggle myself forward.

"I'm sure," he answers as he grabs the back of my chair and lifts me up. I catch a whiff of his earthy scent, good god what this man could do to me.

I'm righted and only mildly embarrassed. Commander Fells sits across from me, his rough hands sitting clasped on top of the table. Those are working hands, not like the last guy who was here. Such prissy little mama's boy hands.

"Where is your group hiding," he cuts to the chase.

"Damn, no foreplay? I knew something had to be wrong with you," I tease. His jaw clenches minutely

"Where is your cargo kept," he asks.

"At your mom's house, I haven't seen her in a while. Does she miss me," I prod. He takes a breath before continuing,

"Who is giving you information on our routes," he doesn't move a tick this time. I want to copy his posture, all straight and no bullshit. If only my hands were free, perhaps a bargaining chip?

"Release my hands and I'll tell you," I offer with a playful grin.

"Alright," he answers as he stands. I'm startled, staring up at him skeptically. This is some sort of trick, I'm sure of it. Maybe some good cop, bad cop shenanigans. He pulls a set of keys from his belt, holding my chains to unlock them. The cuffs fall with a loud bang to the dirt floor. I slowly bring my arms forward, watching him closely as he sits across from me.

He cocks a brow, "Think you can fight me to the door?". I'm almost caught off guard by the joke, I can't even bother to fight back the smile. He won't even offer one in return though. He is back in his original position, all business and no bullshit.

"Dekon Woodsmith," I offer in good faith. I couldn't give a damn who they find to be the dirty rat of the kingdom, I have at least 5 more. The king isn't well-liked and most people are more than eager to join a cause that can help their families that are hurt most by it. Besides, Dekon has his own informants to help him in case of this exact situation. I just got to give him some extra sweets as an apology.

"Where is your team," he asks next. I huff at the lack of reaction to my answer. Just straight business.

I lean forward on my hands, "Are you always business, you ever had a vacation?"

"Where is your group hiding," he asks instead. I roll my eyes and lean back into my chair.

"A nice spa day would do you some good. I'm sure there is some big muscle lady who can work those knots out in no time," I tease.

"Why have you betrayed your kingdom," he asks next. I chuckle at such a ridiculous question. Who is this guy?

I cross my arms, "my kingdom? What a ridiculous thing! This isn't MY kingdom, he isn't my king. What a load of shit."

"Watch your tone," he threatens," you must be loyal to our king."

"Loyal, to him? What another crock of shit," I turn and spit," That man is but a rich child given the powers of a god. What has he done for me? For his people? I spent all last week helping HIS people and I don't get any respect. Perhaps if I sit around doing fuck all I too can get a line of men ready to do my dirty work. Get bent."

I can't even bother to look at him for such a dumb demand. Loyal to the king, what a fuckin tool. Ireks tries to get more but understands the conversation is over as I stonewall him. He leaves the room shortly, and another guard funnels in to chain me up and escort me out.

As I pass by the Commander I give a snide comment," Perhaps your loyalties blind you for only a fool would worship a selfish creature like him."

-- I toss a ball I found at the wall for the millionth time. Perhaps I should have made our check-in dates sooner than a week. I'm so bored here! I need some excitement, some drama. Maybe a little bit of that hunky commander. Just to see, I don't need him to speak. When he talks it's all ruined…well, almost.

The rubber ball hits the stone wall. Thunk, thunk, thunk. Dear god end this suffering!

The rusted-over door at the end of the hall screeched open. Good god, they need some maintenance in here. 1/10 stars for this abode. Steps echo down until it stops at my gate. I turn to the side to get a proper look at my guest.

"Commander Irek Fells," I forgo catching the ball for raising my arms in the air," Welcome to my humble home away from home!"

"I have questions for you," he grumbles, clearly not entertained by my antics. I sit up in my bed, resting my forearms on my knees.

"Only if I can ask you a few questions," I shoot back. He rolls his eyes, turning to pace the space in front of my prison.

With a wave of his hand, he answers, "As you wish."

"No shit," I asked genuinely surprised," Oh man, um… Do you have a girlfriend?"

He tosses a look at me, an interesting smirk just peaking at the ends of his lips. "Pass," he answers," Where are you from?"

I mope for a moment, resting my chin in my palm. "No fun, I didn't know we could just veto questions."

He shrugs, "You started it."

"alright wise guy, I'm Exeter. A little fishing town by Paddlefoot," I answer.

"I know of it, you're pretty far from home then."

"There is this amazing thing called 'carriages', they can take you from one place to another," I poke back.

He shakes his head, "What started you on this line of thievery if you are from a fishing town, not a family trade I hope?"

"Uh-uh, it's my turn, big guy," I wag my finger at him," What do you do for fun?"

"Whittling. My question is the same, what started you on this line of thievery?"

Whittling, how cute.

"I knew a guy who knew a guy who was screwed over by a king. What do you whittle?"

"Animals, fish mostly. How was the man 'screwed over'?"

"Good old fashion taxes and beatings," I give a solute in mock respect," Why did you join the royal guard?"

"Had to. What do you do with the stolen goods?"

I smirk at the question," Donations", I wait for his reply to that.

He is just as confused as I hoped he would be," Donations?"

" To the screwed-over friends I make," I cock my head to the side, eagerly awaiting his retort.

"People screwed over by the king," he asks, finally stopping his pacing.

"Bingo."

He rolls his eyes," filthy little gutter rats. The king has nothing to do with your screwed-up little lives."

"says the orc living in wealth," I snort. His jaw ticks again, that wonderful bit of anger. "You are looking a little peeved there big guy. It does nothing good for your beautiful complexation. Try smiling a bit more."

He throws a snarl at me before walking out. I jump up to the bars, calling down to him as I reach an arm out, "Hey, it's my turn!"

The door slams with a wack and a screech. I drop my arm with a fake pout, " I guess not."

-- Today's the day I get out. There isn't much I can do with all this pent-up energy, just eager to get out of this stuffy place. The few times I've been thrown in here have been 'swell' but I can admit I will miss my little talks with Commander Sexy. Such a waste to have such a beautiful specimen wasted in this place. I was hoping to pick at his resolve and tie him to my cause but he is just damn stubborn. No matter, I'm sure our paths will cross again someday.

I bounce that damned ball against the wall again, waiting for my cue. Sunset becomes dark, and dark becomes way too late. I sit up in bed looking around. Maybe I'm too early? I stand up and look out the poor excuse of a window for any sign of my gang.

"Where are those idiots," I mumble to myself. My investigation is cut short by the damn squeaky door opening. I quickly lay back down, bouncing the ball as I await my favorite person. Even if it's a bad time, I'm always glad to catch those jeweled tusks.

I hear a group of people and the ringing of chains hitting the rocks on the ground. A cacophony of insults and cursing as a large group is tossed into a cage. I jump up, running for the bars to check what is going on. Before I can get a good look Commander Ireks blocks my view.

"Good evening," He greets with a triumphant grin. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened. For the first time since I've been here, I'm actually worried.

"You son of a bitch," I reach out to grab his shirt. He backs away with a chuckle.

"What? No handsome today," he teases. I don't like this look for him.

"I'm not finding you that appealing at the moment," I swing for another go at his shirt.

He laughs," Caught your escape plan, a bunch of bumbling idiots if you ask me."

"fuck you," I snarl," they are MY bumbling idiots!"

Irek's smile is so wide as he begins to walk away. I'm sure he feels like a million bucks right now, that won't do one bit.

"You know he is killing families," I shout," killing them on the streets like dogs!"

He pauses, glancing over his shoulder.

"He doesn't give a damn about his people if they can't fund his damn parties. How often do you hear noises from his room? A maid or two going missing, huh? Put it together you damn orc! He isn't worth this bloodshed," I nearly plead with him to pay attention. To actually get this through his head.

He grinds his teeth, glaring at me. I challenge him back, chin raised and ready for a fight. He doesn't give me the satisfaction, turning and walking away.

"That's right you run you coward," I bark out. My gang follows suit, yelling profanities and insults.

That son of a bitch

-- Today is the day. Not like before, today is the day I get sentenced. I can already feel the noose on my neck like an accursed necklace. When the guards come to grab me I can only put on a brave face. I'm paraded past my group still in their cell. They all try to reach out, shouting words of comfort to me.

The light is blinding as I'm in the summer heat. A group of wealthy aristocrats surround me as I'm marched to the platform ahead. Insults, curses, and even fruit are thrown at me. I just stand tall and walk ahead.

I slowly walk up the steps, meeting Commander Irek Fells with a stare that could kill a lesser man. He meets me with indifference. That bastard.

The hooded man guides me ahead, the noose hanging in front of me like death herself. I let out a shaky breath. It draped over my neck and I realize how utterly fucked I am. I have no tricks, no illusions, no one to save my hide. I look up at the king sitting up on his balcony like some sort of false god. I'm screwed.

Commander Ireks steps in front of me to give me my final words. I beat him to it with a snarl.

"Betray your people, to save your king. Little ass backward if you ask me," I spit. He says nothing as he steps beside me and turns to his king who begins to address his people.

The king rambles on about what a great job HE did, not his guards. The crowd eats it up like starving animals. I barely notice my hand being nudged as I try to block out these childish ramblings. I look down and see Ireks poking my hand with a wooden item. I grab it, him stepping a little ahead to block my hand. I start down at a weird angle to a whittled fish. It's cute, even painted like a salmon. Confused I look up to Commander Ireks who is still listening to the king, a small snarl trying to be hidden but his nose still curls.

Huh? Oh. OH!

A rush of hope and adrenaline fuels my blood. I dare say I'm giddy. That big lug, I definitely never doubted him. Nope, not one bit… ok maybe I tossed him aside in my mind like week-old fish. I mean, who could see this coming? Sure as hell not me. Don't get me wrong, I'm persuasive but he is stubborn.

I fight back the smile and admiration daring to cross my face. I sure hope he has a dynamite plan because I'm neck-deep in 'super fucked' right now. I have to look down as to not give anything away. I'm going to live! If it doesn't go well though, I will most certainly die. What a day to be alive.

The king finishes his speech with a roar of applause. I bite my cheek as tension consumes me. Handsome better be on my side or this fish is a cruel last moments gift. I hear the crowd go quiet as all attention is now on the gallows, the executioner making final adjustments. My heart is beating out my chest as I see him close the gap to the lever. Oh heaven, where art thou?

Ireks makes his way to the front of the gallows, ready to address the crowd. He unsheathes his sword and points it to the sky. The crowd murmurs with excitement. He lowers his sword to point at the king, a display the king meets with a confused distasteful look.

"A false god, a spoiled child," Ireks shouts to the king," You have shown your true colors behind your fancy doors"

The king stands," I don't find this charming, Ireks."

Ireks continues," You have lied to us all, flaunted your wealth as if you are untouchable."

The king points to the executioner," Begin the execution and guards, cease this Orc." I panic as the executioner lunges for the lever, it cracking slightly at the weight. He tries to pull it be it wedged just below the deck. The guards don't dare move.

"You may ask, what is a peasant to a king," Ireks says," but I say what's a king to a mob?"

The executioner clears the blockage and pulls the lever with a snarl toward me. My feet give way to the collapsing floor, weightless as I wait for the tight restriction of the rope. With a quick flourish, Ireks cuts the rope as my feet go past the wood support. I can barely scream as I fall past the floor and onto a less-than-comfy hay-covered carriage.

All hell breaks loose as I'm jerked around an open carriage being pulled by two horses. I can barely sit upright as we torpedo through town. I hear people shouting and screaming, clangs of metal as guards fight. I just get onto my belly as we pass out the gates. I look ahead to my saviors, a well-armored orc and one of my bumbling idiots.

"Trevor," I shout in glee. He turns and gives me a solute before focusing back on his task. I give a hearty laugh as I roll back onto my back.

The cart shakes as new weight is added to the back, I quickly look to my feet at the new guest. Ireks, pants as he settles into the back. His armor is in shambles, some parts missing and others greatly dented. He cradles his arm as he watches the kingdom get farther and farther away.

"You beautiful son of a bitch," I exclaim as I sit up. He turns to me with a tired grin.

"I've been called better things," he jokes. He slides over and helps remove the bindings and noose. I can't stop myself from jumping on him and kissing that big dumb face. He startles at the assault, wincing as I crush his wounded arm to his chest. Though he still finds the strength to hold me even closer and enjoy himself for what seems like the first time in his life.

"I believe you are the person I need to thank for saving my life," I rest my forehead against his. The eventful day takes its toll on us both as we finally take a breath.

"You have no idea how both difficult and easy it was to start a riot like that," He closes his eyes," I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. For right now, I earned a much-needed rest."

"That you did," I say as I guide him down to my lap. He rests his head on my thighs, being lulled by the rocking of the carriage. I lean against the wall and find myself just watching the sun over the field.

"I hope you know that there is no getting away from me now," I tease as I flick his ear. He grunts, cozying up to my stomach.

"so be it," He grumbles back. I smile and watch the passing landscape.

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Hello! It's been a while. This story is for reaching 2k followers! that's amazing, especially since I haven't written anything since 2021. I'm not back, this is just a Thank You story. Sorry, I couldn't get an NSFW one. Work has been ongoing. Either way, hope you enjoyed it!

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Purple is an adorable nickname 💜 love it!! And honestly I’m good with either male or GN that way everyone can be included :) and I’d love a oneshot if you could!

It’s gonna sound so nerdy but I literally picture the fight scene in the oneshot to be like the bridge fight between Tigress and Tai Lung from king fu panda— such fast moves it’s hard to keep up who’s hitting who, brutal attacks /blocks and then that air jump bridge flip thing was pretty sweet and impossible.

Gods I’m such a nerd 🥲 again Ty 💜

okie doki Purple!! I'll do GN pronouns that way it's inclusive for everyone!! 💕

DAREDEVIL

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Summary: Reader is the TMNT version of Daredevil, and they team up with the turtles to get information on an orginization called The Fist from Bradford.

Warnings: Depictions of violence, swearing.

Requested: Yes💜!

GN Reader!

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You took a breath of the not-so-fresh New York air.

You were currently sat on a rooftop across from a suspected Foot Clan hideout, waiting for one of the idiots to show themselves.

One of your hands rested on your special baton, which diguised as a blind man's cane when you were dressed as a civilian. The twist was the baton had around 30ft of aircraft-control cable hidden inside it.

The reason for the blind man's cane disguise is because that's what you were. Blind.

You had been by a mutagen accident afew years ago, but your other senses heightened, making your disability almost nonexsistant.

Key word, almost.

You tensed suddenly, hearing the sound of quiet footsteps.

"Someone's watching me."

You smirked, whoever it was, had zero clue you knew they were there. You picked up the sound of three more sets of footsteps.

So there were four of them? The only question is who are they. Foot Clan, maybe even Fist?

Whoever they worked for, they were about to get their ass's beat.

You spun around, baton now in hand and knocked the closest attacker to the ground. They let out a yelp, and one of the others shouted out, "Mikey!"

You twirled your baton, blocking the blades making their way to your chest. You twisted, causing the fighter to drop their swords, then you kicked back, your foot striking another attacker in the face.

With one last expert swing of your baton, you had the four fighters wrapped up tight, none able to escape the tight bondage.

"Why you-"

You pulled the cable tighter, smirking at the four, "Ah ah ah. You speak when spoken to, got it? Now, who are you, and who do you work for?"

"Work for? What do they mean, 'work for'?- OUCH!"

You yanked the cable again, "Well? Who is it? The Foot? Fist? Who. Do. You. Work for?"

"The Foot? Wait, you think we work for the Foot Clan?"

You huffed, your frustration growing, "Do you not?"

"No, dude/tte! They're the bad guys, and we're the good guys!"

"Well, what about Fist? Do you work for them?"

One of the four guys scoffed, "The shell is The Fist? Never even heard of 'em."

With a sigh of frustration, you released the four from the cable. You attached your baton to your belt.

"We good dude/tte?" 'Mikey' asked.

"I guess so. I'm assuming you're enemies of the Foot Clan, and as the sayimg goes, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend', so yeah, I guess we're good."

You turned back to face the four, smirking, "Well then, I suppose introductions are in order, I'd like to put names to voices."

"Uhm, isn't the saying, 'Names to faces'?"

You chuckled, "Well for me, it's voices. I'm blind."

"Oh- Uhm, well then, I'm Leonardo."

"Raphael."

"The name's Michelangelo, aka Dr. Prankenstein, aka-"

"And I'm Donatello."

You nodded, glancing back at the building you were supposed to be watching.

"And you are...?" Leonardo asked, annoyance lacing his tone.

"Call me (Vigilante Name)."

"Ok then-"

You cut him off, telling him to be quiet.

A Foot bot had exited the building, confirming your suspicion that it was infact a hideout. This meant that Bradford was most likely in there as well.

"Well boy's, it's been a pleasure, but I'm afraid I have business to attend to." You whispered lowly, but just as you moved to jump off the roof, Leonardo grabbed your arm.

"Wait!" he said, "We're coming with you, it's to dangerous to go alone."

You scowled, "Fine, but leave Bradford to me. Understood?"

"Fine. Team, move out. we go in quickly and quietly-"

Leo cut himself off when he noticed you charge off the roof.

You landed right infront of the Foot bot, smirking as you punched it in the face. You drew your baton as you kicked down the front door, "All right, who's first?"

The Foot bots turned to look at you, then all at once they charged.

You twirled your baton, knocking down a row of Foot bots. You moved around expertly, dodgeing attacks, and striking down the enemy in a dance of strength and skill.

"BOOYAKASHA!"

You smiled as your new friends joined the fight, aiding them whenever they seemed to get overwhelmed.

"Nakamura (Name), it has been quite a while since I've seen you, hm?"

You spun around, baton at the ready, "Bradford."

You charged, ignoring the warning from Leonardo as you flung yourself at Bradford, "Tell me where The Fist are hiding!" you shouted as you swung your baton, Bradford easily blocking the pitiful attack.

"So that's why you're picking a futile fight? Tell me, what is it you need from The Fist?"

You scowled, dodging a slash of Bradford's claws, "That's none of your buisness! And if you won't tell me willingly, then I'll beat it out of you, Bradford!"

He chuckled darkly and your battle insued. It was a fierce whirlwind of cable and claw, to anyone else, it was unclear who was winning, but to you it was obvious you would be victorious.

You threw one end of your baton, the cable swinging around Bradford's neck. You caught it as it fell back to the ground, pulling the cable taunt.

He gagged, trying to pry the cable from his neck, swinging you around wildly. You managed to catch yourself on a pillar, stopping Bradford from swinging you anymore.

"So, you gonna talk yet mutt?"

"Never-!" he choked out, yelping when you pulled tighter.

"Not the right answer~"

You pulled a little tighter every second of silence, untill Bradford finally called out, "All right! All right! Downtown Manhatten! The warehouse by the peir! That's all I know, I swear!"

You smirked, "Thank you." you yanked the cable, slamming his head into the pillar and knocking him unconcious.

"All right boys, who's ready for a trip downtown? You guys need a crash course on Fist."

"Oh, oh! me I'm ready!" Michelangelo shouted.

"We're in."

As you lead the four from the building, Mikey whispered in your ear, "You should call Bradford Dogpound."

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There we go, I'm finally done!! Purple im so sorry it took so long, and Im so sorry it's not very good, I was struggling so bad writing this!! 😭😭 I tried I swear, I'm sorry!!

#tmnt #x reader #tmnt x reader #raphael x reader #donnie x reader #leonardo x reader #leonardo x reader tmnt #tmnt 2012 #gn reader

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Can you just talk about your mundane and crazy domestic basic Clark Kent ideas… I’m captivated by him

yes, this man saves coupons and doesn’t own a car but takes the subway or walks to work everyday despite being fucking superman. This guy loves baseball sooooo much he thinks baseball is the best sport in the world and he’ll infodump abt it if you let him. He’s the best cook in the league and makes the most delicious meals ever seemingly without any effort at all, he loves making food for everyone and everyone is always shocked at how good it all tastes.

This guy grew up watching shitty old sitcoms so of course his sense of humor is very old and specific. Also because of where he grew up and who he grew up with, he had a pretty strong accent when he was little but living in metropolis made it go away almost, it’s still there but it’s way more subtle.

everyone agrees with this but i’m putting it in here anyways, kryptonians have fangs, clark has little fangs, it’s the way it is, it’s real.

his hair is naturally very curly and it shows no matter what he does to it, as clark kent he slicks it back and makes it look nice but the curl still very clearly shows. as SUPERMAN, he of course still has his iconic little curl in front, but the rest of it is NOT perfectly slicked back, that’s STUPID and i’m GETTING RID OF IT!!! He’s fucking superman, always flying around at high speeds fighting crime doing all this crazy shit getting beat up or beating some jacked up monster up, there is no way in HELL that his hair stays that perfect, it is ALWAYS crazy, curls everywhere, very windswept look. That’s how it is cause I say so, l’m that powerful.

this is practically canon but he just lets himself into the batcave whenever he needs something from bruce and bruce stopped caring years ago because deep down he loves this guy and is overjoyed to see him everytime but would never say that becayse he’s bruce and bruce is fucking stupid and emotionally constipated. The only reason he does this to Bruce only is because he thinks it’s funny, anything that bothers batman is a little bit funny to him. He has a tiny little streak of doing-things-just-for-the-sake-of haha-sillies deep within him and he mostly takes it out on bruce. Like when he found out Dick’s favorite superhero is actually him and not bruce, he found that significantly amusing and often teases bruce abt it but in the most subtle way. He is the KING of subtlety when it comes to this stuff.

speaking of Dick, he and dick have gotten together to prank bruce on more than one occasion. Dick is usually the one to instigate it but Clark never says no.

this is more of a personal complaint of mine but still a headcanon i guess, his SKIN TONE IS NOT THAT WHITE!! THIS MAN LITERALLY SOAKS UP SUN RAYS TO CHARGE HIMSELF!! he is in the sun CONSTANTLY, he grew up on a FARM, he has very tan skin!! all these comic artists color him sooooo white and pale and it’s so INCORRECT. anyways, that’s all i have to say abt that

kryptonian eyes glow in the dark and it makes for some scary ass situations for other people i mean. speedster eyes also glow in the dark, i was gonna draw something abt this one day. like one time bruce was on the watch tower late at night and most of the lights were off, he’s just finishing up some stuff and was unaware that clark had not left the tower yet and so he turns around and there’s just two glowing red eyes in this dark hallway, and bruce is a bit unsettled for a minute until it speaks LMAO

clark loves ducks, like a lot. He likes flying with them he likes watching them in the pond at the park, he likes giving them little crumbs from his lunch occasionally, he likes them, they’re his favorite animal. Also because the kents always had ducks on the farm when he was little and he liked to chase em around and catch one and then just hold it and pet it for a while. He named all the ducks everytime they got new or more ducks on the farm

This man still believes in Santa Claus, this is actually canon in the DCAU and I fully support it. Which also leads to my belief that he’s one of those people that just loves christmas SO much, he’s always so happy when christmas rolls around he decorates early, he starts listening to the music early, he has at least four different ugly sweaters, and buys all his gifts for everyone early. he also decorates the watchtower and the hall of justice, of course everyone else in the league helps out with that too

this man always gets coffee for Lois too, he knows just how she likes it and she’s always appreciative and he and Jimmy have a buddy handshake and alsooooo uhm he and lois have little competitions and play little games when they get super bored on slow days, like paper football, or throwing wads of crumpled paper into the trash like basketball or who can type faster, and Jimmy is always the score keeper. sometimes the rest of the office will get into it too if Perry’s not around, like the office olympics episode of “The Office”. It doesn’t happen often because usually there is alot of things to do but sometimes there are those days.

okay that’s all i can remember rn sorry i wrote so much omg

#asks #clark kent #superman #dc #superman headcanons #thankyou for the ask!!

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The Brothers Sun e6

Charles going nuts with sunscreen after he found a weird mole is relatable af😂

NO BRUCE DON'T INVITE GRACE SHE'S SKETCHY

The fact Bruce won the shooting game is great 3

Annnnnd Alexis is having them watched

Love the karaoke😂

FUCK YOU BIG SUN

It was absolutely gut wrenching to watch as Mama Sun learned of her sisters death🥺����

Oh, I think Mama Sun is about to rain hellfire on these assholes, maybe even her husband because he had ONE JOB

Damn, Charles was 14 when it happened?🥺

The way the mom was staring at him makes me think it was a planned kill by the parents, judging by how the mom looks strained when the dad tells Charles to protect the family

Oh, so that's why they call him Chairleg Sun

The way the mom smiled at first at him, but had tears in her eyes and then tried to hug him, taking him away from the body🥺

I get that it was better to save one son, but maybe if the mother had stayed, she could've saved both her sons🥺

The way Bruce startles when Charles asks how he is😂

The way Bruce is asking Charles to use his words first to try and get TK back😂

I fully expect Grace to be apart or maybe even the head of The Boxers, it would also track because of how her parents were trafficked (maybe with the help of the Jade Dragons)

OH SHIT THE PEEPING GUARD BOYS ARE DEAD

Grace totally killed them

Especially with how she's trying to get Bruce to leave with her

My theory has been reinforced by the way she was looking at June

OH SHIT

The red bracelets!

I was right!! Heck yeah (also poor Bruce)

I bet one of the guys is the son that wrote to Alexis

The way the chair kept bouncing back at him😂

Damn👀 okay Grace's story is dark and shit and I get where she's coming from, but murder is still wrong

She wants to kill Charles🥺

Damn, she's pointing a gun at Bruce

DON'T BELIEVE HER PROMISES SHE'S A BACKSTABBER

Tense moment

Bruce: "Get me paper and a pen."

Grace, pointing to the paper and pen right in front of him: "It's right there."

I'm crying the way he called her, inviting her over and she lied to him🥺 my poor guy just wants to cook and have someone to love🥺

Oh wow, poor TK👀

Charles didn't use words first and you know what? I don't plan him

Me: *watching Charles beat up a bunch of people* GO GET EM SWEETIE

There's a second level 😂

Wow, he's a good golfer 😁

The way he's choosing the golf club to kill the guy😂

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww my boy, he's picturing the first man he killed 🥺😭

I'm crying with you Charles😭

TK as Charles helps him walk: "You're an asshole, Charles."

Charles: "I know." We Stan a self aware king

I had a totally normal reaction to seeing Michelle sitting all pretty as a man sung to her

I'm getting the vibe these two loved each other but we're kept apart because of work 👀 and you know what? I hope she either divorces or kills his (Big Sun's) ass. She had one request! That he contact her if something ever happened to her family.

FUCK YEAH! Poison THAT MOTHER FUCKER

Hell yeah, you tell him Queen, you take that assholes empire And rule like the Queen you are!

Oh, did she bring him out of his coma? I thought she killed him but him shaking his fist at her retreating form has changed things.

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Darth maul be upon ye, the long awaited (probably) Part 2

FINALLY I return to finish my thoughts about the homie maul. Who knows if my writing can all fit, I don't even know the tumblr rules for writing lmao. So this is gonna be like Maul's loving style, and shit like. Mmm. Aat least how I think about it. Enjoy lmao. Part 2 of 2 (I wrote a lot) Warnings: None. (I think)

"I'm frustrated that my words cannot accurately describe your allure, the feeling of power that rolls off you in the same way waves crash against a shore, the way… just the way you live and breathe! It's as if the entire universe was meant to bow at your feet and sing your praises. At the end of time, if no soul takes your side, I will. Know even in your darkest nights and bleakest days that among the stars, there is a heart that beats for you and all you are. No matter what atrocity you claim to be. You told me you were a monster when we first met. Maybe I still need to see it. You still need to show me… Perhaps I'm a fool, letting my heart bleed for you. But even then in the scourge of your wrath, I would be there to wipe the sweat from your brow in the midst of your misdeeds to the galaxy." -Another bit of a letter about homie Maul. Love writing about this bitch.

Okay so Maul is the KING of slow burn. No fuckin doubt about it. Wanna know why? Trust. Trust is the most important thing in a relationship to Maul. He has to trust you, he has to know you aren't selling him out to his enemies. Because maker knows he's probably got a ton of 'em. The Jedi are on his ass, fuckin Palpatine, I mean, you try trusting someone in a galaxy against you huh? It takes him a while to trust you, and then some extra time to warm up on loving you. You probably won't even notice when he starts liking you because at most he'll probably not be so harsh with you. Maybe he'll use less insults, or won't glare so much at you, but he will definitely hide it behind some 'you are the only one who has not tested my ire' type shit. I mean he's so emotionally constipated he probably won't even know what he's feeling when he's around you and will try to beat his feelings out of his system by training or meditating. SO I take a pinch of my previous statement back. I have a feeling this guy is hostile (or at least passive aggressive) to everyone at first no matter what the circumstance. So, Enemies to lovers slow burn king. (which is Ironic because I am not good at slow burn skjhdlskj) When he FINALLY gets over his emotional constipation and gets a brick to the face with realization that he is crushing and crushing HARD, he is going to slowly start courting you. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry but he's a total fucking loser when it comes to romance and it shows. Like his anger may fuel up around you again because he doesn't know how to talk to you, what to talk to you about, or how to get closer to you without seeming weak or you know...anything like that. But like, the efforts he does make are so pathetically obvious and strangely out of character for him (and objectively, it's kind of cute watching him stumble over himself) you can't help but be swayed by his...'seduction tactics.' But YOU. You have to be the one to ask him on a date. Because he's just. He's too prideful okay? Stooping to such LOWS like...Affection. He grows out of that, don't worry. But like when you do ask him he's fucking floored. Almost literally. He has to keep himself calm and not trip over his word's and he's like "okay, let me choose an adequate location for us to be alone so that it doesn't seem like I'm showing any kind of weakness" Or something along those lines. He might accidentally insult you but please be patient he is legit trying his best. Outside of that when you finally have him wifed up (/hj) he is still awkward, new to this but trying his best. Don't expect him to be affectionate anywhere outside of his bedroom until he's comfortable with showing off you or this 'new side' to anyone. It doesn't mean he spends no time with you otherwise, it means his affections will be reserved to hushed whispers and small favors. Perhaps this manifests through seeking you out in the corridors, or providing you with little gifts that would appear meaningless to anybody else. It may take a while for his affections to become grander in the open, but one day it would happen. Unless you tried to force it out of him before he was ready then you're probably gone. He would make a laughing stock out of anyone who claimed affections for another were foolish and made him weak. NO. Hell no. He's soft for you but he can still kick ass. Obviously. I'm sure he would be rather possessive, I just know he would fear losing you. He absolutely uses that as a reason to usually be touching you in some way. Pinky fingers linked, his foot nudging yours, etc. He doesn't want to wake up and find you gone, find that all of this was for naught and dreams and peace really don't exist for him. He would spend as much time as he could learning everything about you. He would be so fucking devoted to you it would make your head spin. He'd know your favorite color, flower, time of day, place to be, things to eat, and he'd keep everything you didn't like away from you. To the best of his ability at least.

Went a little hard with this one, stuffed it full with as many words as I could lol. Hope you enjoyed. Spice may be available later upon request, here's the first part.

Until next time!

Ciao~ -Enigma

#darth maul x you #darth maul x reader #darth maul #maul #star wars clone wars #star wars #maul opress #darth maul x oc #darth maul imagine #star wars maul #maul x reader #maul x oc #gn reader

[eldritch-spouse]

Would any of the boys play video games with me? I feel like fank-e would but idk if anyone else would

Who plays video games with you?

Fank-e. And he's nor merciful either, you will lose, and if he has the ability to do so, he will teabag or otherwise flex on you. The trick here is to not play games against Fank-e, but to be a part of his team. Chances are you'll get his protection.

Vinnel. Also another one who won't take it easy on you, but with enough practice, you can definitely hand Vinnel his own ass. Which you should do, if only to watch him throw a tantrum. Ultimately, if you're very good at it, he'll stop being a sore loser and take pride in you.

Grimbly. Does he know what's going on half the time? No. Will he still whine and pester until he's included? Yes. Grimbly may embarass you, and truth be told he grows bored quickly, but in case you need bait in a match, he's there.

Obie. Obie is a jack of all trades but master of none, meaning he'll be decent at most titles but not good at most. And he's not that competitive either, he's there to have fun, and troll people. Thr goofier the game is, the better.

Ludwig. Ah ah, you just approached the king of fighting games. Any other type of game is a fair competition, but beat 'em ups and fighting are your death sentence. You'll never win, and maybe that's good, because Lud definitely feels like wrestling you otherwise. All that energy is turned into amorous intensity.

Zizz. You didn't see that one coming, and neither did anyone else, but Zizz does love playing video games, when he's not alseep or tending to royal duties. Mostly because it doesn't involve a lot of bodily movement, just using his brain. Although he doesn't play a wild amount of games, the ones he does he masters. He'd rather play with you than against you however.

Krulu. Oh yes yes, your higher is so above these rudimentary constructs- But he sure loves to backseat... And sometimes, it doesn't take all that much nudging to get the siadar to try joining you. Krulu is only as good at them as you are, given he borrows your knowledge to play before bothering to learn it himself.

#Fank-e oc #Zizz oc #Obie oc #Ludwig oc #Krulu oc #Vinnel oc #Grimbly oc

[merwynsartblog]

whats the mercury lore? if you wanna share that is! no pressure, I'm interested to hear his story

*KICK DOWN DOOR* i would love to tell but im gonna put it under a read more and put a tw of religion-ish stuff/cult stuff and its long this is actually sorta important to his lore so i aint gonna sugarcoat it

Mercury was raised by most of his family in some snowy lands in popstar (yk the fight with Francisca its basically that but on popstar) His family was reallllyyy religious and wanted to appease the ancients and somehow make them come back The parents of mercury believed the next child they would have would make the ancients happy and solve all their problems. So they PLANNED when mercury was supposed to be born and killed and all this other stuff Mercury was raised by them and his cousins and basically his whole family so he thought all this religious stuff was normal. He was taught how to be an archer and alot of other things BUT the night before basically his whole family got killed except mercury who exactly? the first guy in this heheheh*spins* BUT ANYWAYS mercury woke up the next morning and thought "oh they probably moved without me...hm.." and he searched for em for a few days but slowly lost hope. but he was always taught to be strong so he went to wander around popstar. he eventually became a mercenary so he can get food by doing jobs for people. most of em was simple and stuff and he was super good with the bow so it was basically a piece of cake! (he didnt snatch food for the first month totally shhhh) he then arrived at dreamland and was hired by the king himself!! it was an honor to mercury since... 1) more money!!! 2) he would make alot of people jealous with this mercury and king dedede didnt actually get along for the first month why? because mercury even tho he was hired by king dedede to beat kirby he always went to kirby side to beat king dedede and to help him get unpossessed when he was possessed but slowly he warmed up to mercury like he did with kirby. and knew he wasnt being a jerk and betraying the kingdom he just wanted to protect everyone. so king dedede talked with meta knight about training mercury. Meta knight actually didnt want to do it for a bit but when he saw how determined mercury was to protect the king,kirby and others he just accepted it and now he was his mentor and still is to this day

mercury and meta knight usually train once per week due to meta knight being busy and mercury trying to keep the king protected from whoever one day after the 64 game (let sayyyyy around a few months) i like to think dark matter is still around actually and actually went to mercury and tried to get him possessed. mercury was more strong willed ig you could say so he wasnt easily possessed. but dark matter stayed near him for a long time and tried to make him feel anxious,scared or whatever just to make him lower his mental state so he could have an easier time to possess him. This was around the time our lovebirds started to crush on eachother as well. one day dark matter wins and was able to possess mercury. AND GOOD GOD. he fought king dedede kirby and meta knight. barely won but king dedede knocked dark matter into next tuesday. mercury passed out and they put him in a room and just watched over him for awhile. when he woke up he couldnt move his legs and he was extremely weak. it took at least a month for him to recover.

after all this stuff things become sorta normal. mercury tho. hates the scar dark matter left on him. sometimes he will claw at it due to his frustration at it. (thats why he always wear long ass pants to cover his scar ^^) (and thats why he is so fucking scared of dark matter due to his possession) anyways after a bit he and king dedede got together (mercury gave him a pebble. he asked alottt about his traditions so thats why) after the rest of the games a magic user (idk his name but its the guy who killed mercury fam) comes over and convince mercury to come with him by saying his family is alive and miss him </3 mercury didnt want to go due to him thinking his family wouldnt want to see them (THEY ARE DEAD YOU IDIO-) but king dedede being supportive and sweet convince him to go and everything will be fine mercury goes with the magic user but got captured by them. they tell him how he was supposed to be a sacrifice and he was worthless and blah blah blah and he was controlled by them. king dedede and kirby and metaknight and bandana dee go try to find mercury and when they do they kick the magic users ass and save mercury...mercury was feeling extremely weak due to this and he was using alot of his ice powers (when he is pissed the ice grows on his arms and hands like big bulky ice gantlets and his arms get badly burned from this) but was greatful king dedede and the others saved him. uh anyways he is heavily traumatized and hates his family and is living on greatly without em. he rarely opens up to king dedede but when he does about his family after the incident king dedede always listens and comforts him.

uh yeah thats his lore or most of it lmao probably will change later but this is most of his new lore

#mercury the lizard archer #kirby oc #legit he has alot of lore he is such a dork i love him but he needs to vent to so many people #but he has the bad habit of staying silent and say “its fine ^^” when he aint #i wrote so much and it took so long to write omfg- #ik i was being mysterious with his lore but i couldnt help it lmao

[starlightshadowsworld]

I know that Steve loses his crown but I love playing with the concept that he doesn't.

That King Steve doesn't fall despite fundamentally changing.

If anything Steve becomes more likable.

A nerd walks into him and drops his books and is frantically apologising.

Steve simply kneels down, picks the books up and and hands em over to the dumbfounded kid.

He walks away before they can get a word out.

Steve continues to hang around with Nancy but he also bumps shoulders with Jonathan.

He pulls silly poses for photos and is seen listening intently when the other rambles.

He's completely lost but there's not a shred of annoyance on his face.

Steve remains on the swim and basketball teams, he brings snacks and give tips to those struggling.

Even offering to practice with them before games/ swim meets if they want.

They improve and are suprised when he doesn't ask for anything in return.

A game finishes late and Steve offers to drive some of the girls back. Nancy always goes with him when he does.

It becomes a routine.

He doesn't throw parties anymore but he's let kids who've partied to hard to crash in his guest room.

He once practically dragged one of his team mates back with him, hand on hip insisting they couldn't be in school in this state.

And Steve doesn't care for his popularity. He's doing these things because they feel right to him.

He wants to change, to be better than he was and he is.

And than Billy shows up to take his crown.

With Tommy and Carol backing him.

Steve doesn't pay him any mind, he doesn't care about his so called crown.

So Billy's basically won.

Except he hasn't.

Because everyone follows Steve's lead.

This is Steve Harrington, this is the guy who broke Jonathan Byers's camera and got his ass handed him.

The same guy who Jonathan has clearly forgiven and are more often than not arguing over top 40 hits in the cafeteria.

Nancy dumped him and she's still a close and good friend of his.

This is Steve who applauds when Eddie's making his lunch time call outs.

Getting a thrilled dramatic bow from the self appointed jester.

The guy who is seen time after time herding middle schoolers around like a stressed out mother of 7.

If Steve is looking at the new guy with contempt, rolling his eyes in an effort to look unbothered but is clearly holding back rage.

... Yeah everyone takes a hard left on that one.

And they're proven right.

Billy may act charismatic but he's an absolute asshole to anyone who he views a beneath him.

And anyone on the basketball team can tell you he plays dirty.

And he absolutely has it out for Steve.

Pushing him down, knocking him into his locker.

But through it all Steve doesn't fight back.

He gets bitchy about it but he never takes the bait.

And stops anyone else from trying to get between them.

Eddie once was snout to deliver the absolute verbal equivalent of a throat punch to Billy on his lunch time rants after the guy started talking shit to Steve.

Steve made eye contact with him and shook his head, eyes pleading Eddie not to.

Eddie made a show of huffing, he tried not to worry about the sheer relief on Steve's face.

It all goes to shit when Steve ends up stumbling into school one morning.

Looking beat to hell and back.

And with Jonathan shooting him worried looks, everyone knows it wasn't a round 2 between them.

Nancy looks pissed which is absolutely terrifying.

No one puts the pieces together until Billy trips Steve over in the hall.

"You forgot to plant your feet, amigo."

He walks off with a smirk.

But Steve doesn't get up.

Jonathan drops to his knees, beside him. "Steve? Steve! Hey, hey you good with me bud." Lightly shaking him.

Nancy was right behind him, getting a pen torch from her bag. "Did he hit his head again...."

Both exchanged worry looks.

"Ugh..." Said Steve, shutting his eyes at the bright light.

"Steve" said Nancy, relieved. Jonathan sighing softly.

"Nance... Jonathan?..." Asked Steve, squinting at them. "Why am I on the floor?"

"Billy tripped you, you fell." Explained Jonathan.

"I did? Why am I on the floor?" His confusion was worrying them and the small crowd around them.

"Yeah... I'll get the nurse.." Said Eddie, speed walking away.

"Steve you have a concussion, why did you come here today?" Asked Nancy, confused. Steve hummed for a few months, snapping his fingers when it figuratively hit him.

"Didn't wanna miss the debate teams match." He said with a nod, before frowning in pain.

"Wait... What?" Asked one of the members, who was also part of the basketball team.

"Yeah, yeah Gavin looked nervous so I wanted to come and see him. I was gonna bake cookies but than, Billy kicked my arse and the egg broke." He added.

"The egg?" Asked Jonathan, completely lost.

"The egg, when you have that project to keep the egg safe and not break it. It's me, I'm the egg." Replied Steve, sagely even though no one knew what he was on about.

Except Robin who snorted.

"Oh man you are such a dingus."

Eddie returns, Agnes the 80 something nurse takes one look at Steve and sighs, hands on hips.

"Harrington."

Steve eeps, trying to hide behind Nancy who is both amused and concerned.

"She's going to kill me Nance."

"Harrington, I'm not going to kill you get to my office now."

"She is, she said if I end up there one more time in dead. I'm already a broken egg, I can't be dead I'll miss debate."

Gavin, touched kneels beside Steve "its okay, hey the sooner you go the sooner you your back?"

Steve considers this and allows Jonathan and Nancy too lead him away without another word.

Billy didnt get in trouble as none of the teachers saw what happened but a couple days later, he was storming out of gym holding his shampoo.

And his blonde mane was bright pink.

Shame no one saw who do it and no one got caught.

And if they rescheduled the debate match and Steve was sat watching in the front row, no one mentioned it.

#Stranger things #Steve harrington #Jonathan and Steve friendship is always a yes #And Nancy #Nancy and Steve and Jonathan friendship #robin buckley #Eddie munson #The slanderification of one William Hargrove #anti billy hargrove #Though is it anti if its basically Canon?

[goodmorningbatterycity]

hey yall, it's cyanide princess, party poisons canon girlfriend, we recently rewrote the lyrics to nanana and we're going to play them at the mgamk show tonight, just thought i'd give 'em to ya so you can sing along babes 😘😘

[Party Poison's verse] Love, gimme love, gimme love I dont need it because I'm married to Cy Princess And if you come between us I'll beat your ass Yeah the whole Fabulous Four is gon' do it Eight legs to the wall Cyanide Princess is all All I need, so let's go, let's hit the gas Shut up and sing it baby

[Cyanide Princess's verse] Na na na na na na, I love Party Poison Na na na na na na, I'm getting married to him Na na na na na na, He's my dream boyfriend Young in love, canon girlfriend Na na na na na na, we're getting hitched Na na na na na na, go sleep in a ditch Na na na na na na, you can't mess with this We're together, a love eternal

[Party Poison's verse] So let me tell you 'bout my girlfriend, Yeah she's the one who's with the band I love her like a madman She's a badass bitch Kiss you on the lip Let's all ship CyPoison now, c'mon and sing it with me!

[Cyanide Princess's verse] Na na na na na na, in love forever Na na na na na na, there's nothing better Na na na na na na, than being Poison's girl Haters leave, it's too late now Na na na na na na, he still loves me Na na na na na na, we're only twenty three Na na na na na na, I'd rather be Getting married, to Party Poison

[Party Poison's verse] Here we are At the chapel A hundred miles away from Battery City I'm about to marry a goddess No distress And all the juvie halls and Ritalin rats Watch us get married and think "I wish I had what they have" And the sky opened up...

[Cyanide Princess's verse] Everyone wants Party Pois' Everyone wants Cyanide Princ' But no one, no one wants to die! Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try, Wanna try, wanna try now, I'LL BE YOUR WIFE FOREVER 💌💘💗💝

[Cyanide Princess/Party Poison duet] Na na na na na na, I'm marrying the queen Na na na na na na, I'm marrying the king Na na na na na na, we're getting a ring Love together, the king and princess Na na na na na na, I'm changing my name Na na na na na na, I'm changing up the game Na na na na na na, Our love goes down in flames [together] Gods and monsters, Zone Six lovers!

[Party Poison solo] That's it babes... We're married forever... My life forever changed... I never knew love until met Cy... My love...my goddess... The Queen of the Apocalypse Goddess of the Zones, The Phoenix Witch A Love Eternal, Punk Rock Princess Our love will go down for eternity Poison and Cy Give it to BLI

LET'S GO!!!!!!!

This is the worst song I ever heard. - CSR Morales.

#morales

[dream-meister-translations]

DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE x KING'S GAME - PART 4    

━

??? : Wake up, Emma! 

??? : Emma, wake up!!

EMMA : ...Huh...?

BURN : Oh, you're finally awake! Thank goodness!

EMMA : Burn? Sparrow? Liebe? 

SPARROW : Are you okay, Emma? You fainted...

LIEBE : If you had slept any longer I would have had to wake you with a kiss. Unfortunate as it is that I didn't get to kiss you, I'm glad you are okay~

EMMA : Yeah, thank you guys. But where are we...?

Observing the unfamiliar room, I spotted mysterious monitors set up in the corners. And on the far wall there were three doors. All of which were a different color. Red, blue, and yellow. 

EMMA : The last thing I remember, I went to the hall to participate in the game, then strange smoke appeared, and then...

BURN : After you guys inhaled that smoke you all passed out and the floor opened up swallowing you guys in!

EMMA : The floor opened up?

SPARROW : Yeah, it turned into a slope and you all slid down it. We followed to catch you as you fell. 

LIEBE : We fell through the ceiling into this room. Of course, I made sure to cushion your fall so you wouldn't incur any injuries. 

EMMA : Thank you for that. What about everyone else?

VICTOR : Hey, Emma. We're here, just trying to figure out what's going on. 

EMMA : Victor!? I'm so glad you're safe!

YMIR : Talk about a rough welcome. If I'd fallen on my face, I would burn this whole place to the ground...

LEN : That asshole! The one who planned this game is going straight on my revenge list!!

Exploring the room to assess the situation, we found several other men lying unconscious.

BURN : Six guys besides us. So a total of ten people are in this room. We got pretty lucky, you know? It seems there were multiple exits at the end of that slope. So, all of us being together is already a good sign! 

YMIR : So the other participants, close to fifty people, were probably allocated to random rooms like us?

EMMA : It's likely.

VICTOR : Hm, I'm curious about the whereabouts of the others too, however, more importantly, if you take a look at the wall there are three doors. Can't we proceed through them?

YMIR : Wow, those are some really tacky doors.

LEN : Should we go through 'em? We can't just sit on our asses all day, right?

Without a care in the world, Len went to open the red door, but...

LEN : Crap. No good. It's locked. 

EMMA : The yellow one is locked as well.

VICTOR : The blue one too.

LEN : Goddamn it!! Open up you assholes!!

SPARROW : Oh, um...Please don't get violent! 

YMIR : Huh...The windows are barred shut as well. And the glass seems to be specially reinforced.

The other men who were trapped with us also began to wake up one by one, frantically banging on the doors and windows.

??? : Everyone, please be quiet.

EMMA : !?

A male host appeared on the monitors installed in the four corners of the room.

MALE 1 : You asshole!! Let us out already!! 

MALE 2 : Who the hell do you think you are!?

HOST : I understand that you may be confused by the sudden turn of events. But what you should aim for is to become the king, and only that. From now on, only those who overcome several trials will be eligible to be crowned the king, ruling over this banquet.

YMIR : This is a pre-recorded video, isn't it?

VICTOR : Probably. Either that or they are intentionally ignoring us. I even blew a kiss at the screen and there was no reaction whatsoever. 

LEN : Are you an idiot!?

EMMA : Wait. Did you guys hear the sound of a door unlocking!?

LEN : It came from the red one! 

MALE 3 : It's red!!

MALE 4 : Move! I'm going first!!

MALE 5 : Outta my way!!

The three men simultaneously rushed for the red door. 

EMMA : They're running with so much force...What should we do? If we don't run for it, they're gonna beat us to it.

YMIR : No. We wait. It's best to see what happens when they open the door. There might be a trap behind it. 

HOST : Oh, and one more thing I forgot to mention~ Be careful not to rush. You don't know what awaits you on the other side~

With a flash of a menacing smile, the video on the monitor disappeared. 

EMMA : What was that..!?

SPARROW : I-I don't know...

BURN : Looks like the battle for the door has come to an end!

One of the men who had been involved in the heated argument over the door managed to open it. At the same time, the floor the men were standing on gave way and they all plummeted into a deep pit.

MEN : Ahhhhh!!!

The screams of the men faded into the dark depths. 

YMIR : It seems quite deep.

VICTOR : Indeed.

LEN : This asshole is trying to kill us! This is way beyond a game!

#Otome #Yumekuro #Yumekuro Translations #YMKR translations #YMKR #Dream Meister Translations #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations #king4

[vince-linder]

[WIP] Police Mayhem // 2010 AU, Police V

Its ages I started this kinda AU, first after meeting the Maxtac guys in the one sidequest. Afterwards I was just. Damn. I read too much lore about the police system and putted Vince into a pretty Police fit. Also thats what my brain wrote about it. Its a perma-wip, as I am just not feeling the idea behind it anymore. But why not post it anyway. Vince is here "Sergeant Smidt", my lil fucker. The rest should be clear ______________ "Sergeant Smidt, there's another 7-13, down at Martin Luther King Boulevard."

"That's not our problem, call Beat Patrol, or someone from Vice Department. But don't ever waste my time."

"No, no. Sergeant Lewis from Beat called for Assistance with this. Said to come especially to you, Sir. Heavy armed forces, many aggressive accomplices and a handful of..."

"Dirty punk rats?" Smidt let out a deep sigh.

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell the boys to delta in five. Its crushing time." crackling his neck and knuckles, he gets up and leaves his office. Another night, another dirty duty. But he would love to punch in some heads of cyberpsychos, not hunt down dirty rioters, just cause they always riot at corpo places. Priority one, his ass. These people were small fishes, far beyond his talent. But he knows exactly why he has to deal with this. Fuck this Black Mark he got as a Veteran, since then all dirty biz got his biz. Sure, he got, finally, promoted this year, but doesn't change a thing. And he knew for sure, if he wouldn't catch em promptly, it wouldn't take too long, until he would work on Beat Patrol. That was the last thing he ever wanted again. Hunting down every small criminal wasn't his working style.

On the way out, he starts calling his Lieutenant

"M'am, got another 7-13 with 23-245, seems to be the usual guys."

"Get 'em this time, Smidt! Every two or three weeks the same."

"They are fast, as rats are. But I'll get 'em this time. Smidt out."

Fumbling for his lighter for a moment until funding, he lits up a cig and takes a deep puff, deeply exhaling after. The AV lands just two feets before him, the doors shed open. His team was ready, as always.

"Ha, happy to see your beloved rioters again, Vince?", one of his colleagues jokes, as he got in.

"Always, Ted.", he smiles smally. "You know how I love to smash faces of dirty goons."

Both started laughing.

"Oh, for fucks sake, could you two for once be serious?", her feminine voice stood out, with a dark glace she looked at them.

"Chill, Kate." Vince smiled at her "Not as if this was a big thing for us, hu?"

"Not for us, no. But if you fail.", she looked him dead in the eye "All of us knew that the next mission would be without you. Am I right?"

"That's cold...", whispering from the side.

"No, no. She's right. So, s'ppose we start the briefing now. I want the three main rioters, these Samurai guys, alive. Break their bones, if you need to, but dont kill em. If any of em die, or escape, my last act in this position will be giving out black marks without charge.", a dark smile formed on his face, as he spoke out this soft threat.

"You... you dont mean that, Vince!", Ted looked at him with pure disgust.

"He means it, and you know it.", Kate putting on her helmet and the rest of the gear, getting finished. The rest of the team followed her lead.

Flight were silent for the rest of the time, nobody dared to say another word, one could just hear the rattle of the AV, and sometimes a small rustle if someone moved a bit.

Vince was fully in his mind. He know these fuckers far to well. God dammit, in his Beat time he even visited some of their concerts, listening to this heavy rock music, helped him to chill a bit. But in the last few years, these rats just dont stop. He watched the news. There were fires at corpo grounds four times last week. And it always were this samurai fuckers or their fans. But they are always ready to run, there are always some cars with running engines, some spontan gathering of more people, to protect their getaway. This time, they needed a better plan.

"Call Beat for me."

"Sure thing, serg'", it took only a moment "Connected with Veteran Officer Myer"

"Greets, Myer. Sergeant Vince Smidt, MaxTac, Badge 1077."

"MaxTac?! You one the way?", he could feel the shaking in his voice.

"Yes. But I need your help."

"Sure thing, Sir!"

"Listen carefully to me, Myer. I am not the person to repeat myself."

Five minutes later they arrived at the scene, even up from above one could hear the screams of panic and violence, a few gun shots here and there. But one thing overshadowed all other noise.

A sharp voice, echoing through the air. A well known voice, for Vince at least. It was truly one of the two lead vocalists of Samurai. At some moments one could also hear the second one, but not nearly as clearly. The AV stays in the air, a few hundred meters above the ground.

"Just jumping, or taking a rope today, Vinny?"

"Oh shut up.", he laughed for a short moment. "And besides, my ankles can take the jump.", he saluted, smiling, to his colleagues, and just jumped out. The others shook their heads in disbelief, and got their gear ready to jump off.

In the air, free falling, Vince did a few forward rolls, getting his 'wear ready for contact with the concrete at the bottom. In a moment, he would just land directly in front of the so-called rocker boy.

And there were the screams he enjoyed the most.

"MAXTAC! THE FUCKERS ARE HERE!", after that scream, Vince could feel the panic emerge in the group beyond him. And then he could feel it. A frown from a certain rocker. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He could see the dark grin, as the fucker flipped him off and started running.

"Not this time, fuckboy.", he landed with a crash on the concrete, the floor beneath him cracked, but he doesn't have time for that. Just after landing, he started his Sandevistan. He got thirty seconds before his brain would start frying. He has to get a trail of him. This fucker was the main rioter.

With a quick scan through the mass, he found him, and charged at him. Twenty seconds left. There he was. And he turned and looked at him, just for a split second. What? He shouldn't even be able to sense him! Not important. He tackled him, and back in real time.

"MAXTAC, surrender now!", he was on his back, kneeling at the spine.

"Get down off me fucker!", the rocker twisted beneath him, trying to get free.

"Not this time, Silverhand. Listen closely, I never repeat myself.", he got both hands of the other, and cuffs him.

"SHUT UP!", more twisting, so Vince gave him a slap against the back of his head.

"You have the right to shut the fuck up, call whoever you think would get you help, once we reach the police station, and rot in jail until you got free again. So never.", he smiled darkly. Finally he got him. And he could hear his team, and Beat getting control of the rest of them. Trying to get the rocker on his legs, he turned his head and spit Vince directly in the face, against his Aviator.

"You little dirty rat." Vince punched him directly at his kidneys, and the rocker twitched in pain.

Vince hate it when this little fuckers get disrespectful, so he grabbed the other at the hair, and pulled him up, to his face. "If you ever do something like this again, boy, I'll kill you. You know, most of us MaxTac Soldiers are Cyberpsychos."

"As if, asshole. Know you from Beat. Punched you in the guts back then.", he grinned widely.

"Dream on kid, never get punched on duty."

"But you are dumb like a scav."

"What did you say?!", he shouldnt even be talking to him. But whatever. He could feel Kate and Ted coming to him.

"Sergeant, we got the rest of his crew." Kate and Ted saluted, stopping behind him.

Vince could hear the muted screams of the second vocalist and the girl they have with them. Perfect. "The officers got hold of em."

"Great, and as I see, alive and loud as always."

"Yes sire. But we have another problem.", Ted nervously rubs his neck.

"What is it?", annoyed Vince let out a small sigh.

"Arasaka self wants em. But we cannot reach the Lieutenant, or even the Captain. The connection outside this district seems broken."

Vince could feel how the rocker in his hands started chuckling "Hearing em, Ker? Jammer is working!", he shouts in the direction of the other members.

"Bring the other two here to me.", his voice was ice cold. He could not risk another failure with this.

His officers, as always, were obedient and dragged the other two at his feet. With a small sigh he pushed Silverhand into Teds grip. "Stuff his damn mouth."

"Yes sir.", with a grin, and much screams from the rocker, Ted got him all shut up.

"So, 'Ker'", Vince grabbed the head of the second vocalist, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"Wazzup cop?", he grins widely. There was not a single bit of panic in the face or voice of the three. The girl and Silverhand just sat up, both smiling totally pleased. This could not be real. This fuckers, they were between six MaxTac Agents, and nothing?

"Bite your tongue, pig?", the girl spit out laughing.

"Tell me one thing, rats. Why aren't you afraid? All of you are cuffed, surrounded by MaxTac, positively these are your last moments in freedom, and you are laughing?"

"Yes sir, am crazy, cannot control myself. Hes drunk, and shes totally gonked out."

"Fuck off, you are gonked out!"

"Nah, Rogue, you've always been gonky."

One could hear Silverhand spit out the clothes his mouth was shut with, and he just laughs

"Both of you are crazy gonks."

"All of you shut up!" Vince demands, massaging his scalp. He needs answers, but they won't give it to him. Cause not. He's a Cop, they are thugs, nothing to work with. He just should punch em unconscious and wait for their 'Taxi'. But no, at least he wants to break them! If he cannot crush a thing.

Cannot be...

"~Tonight is the night that we run, the hunter becomes what he hunts~", 

Silverhand and 'Ker' just started singing. How much more mockery would he get this night? But somehow he was stunned? He stared at Silverhand, following his mouth forming the words, spitting out the dirty song.

"~The escape and the chase is now one, run!~"

All his alarm systems were screaming in his head, but he could not move a single muscle. Could not speak, but he felt the panic rising in him.

"Spiders here, kids.", Rogue smiles smally, standing up and grabbing the keys from Ted. Nononono. This could not be. Vince's inner voice screamed, he had to stop em! These dirty rats played for time, until their backing arrived! Goddammit, Silverhand even called him dumb, and was he right. They all got rid of the cuffs.

"Come on, Johnny, have to run.", Ker demands.

"Yeah, coming after.", he smiles widely "He Spider, knock em all off, besides the blue haired, would ya."

Vince could feel how the rocker got hold of his hands, bent them behind his back and cuffed him, kicking his knees, so he had to kneel down. "Yeah, wake him, could control it. Yeah, leave em offline."

"YOU little fucker!", Vince roared out, as his voice worked again. He tried to activate Sandevistan or his Blades, but nothing. He couldn't even move really!

"Ah, found your tongue again. Nice, nice.", Silverhand putting his hand beneath his chin, grabbing his fingers in the flesh and pushing his gaze up. "Hows the feeling of being absolutely helpless, Mister 'Im so important, look at me, Im Maxtac'?", he chuckled darkly.

"Shut the fuck up and tell me what you want."

"Not the best at flirting, ain't ya?"

"What do you want, Silverhand?" Vince was at the end of his tether. This was it, goodbye MaxTac, hello Beat Patrol! Now he would run after some little gonks again, for years.

"Delete our records.", his voice suddenly got grim. "Or protect us from 'saka."

"I cannot do one of these, and you know that!"

"Find a way, Cop.", he slapped his face hard with his mechanical hand, Vince could nearly feel unconsciousness coming around. Spitting out blood, he felt somewhat funny.

"All you got?"

"Want to fuck around with me, Mister?", Silverhand eyed him up. "Hope some more troops arrive in time, to catch me and rescue your little ass? Sorry, not today."

He kicked against his chest, moving him on his back. His legs just were not working.

Standing on top of him, the Rocker bent down to him and grins widely. The next punch hitted his nose, and got all his lights put out.

#v cyberpunk #cyberpunk2077 #kerry eurodyne #male v #johnny silverhand #vincesmidt #policeAU #wip wednesday #maxtac #not proof read yet #rogue amendiares #Spider Murphy #samuraiband + #Vince is an idiot an it shows :)

[talesofsonicasura]

Crocodile Rock

Ch 1: Kidnapped

First official chapter of this! Reader has been kidnapped by our scaly monkey. We'll be exploring their new situation here. Can be read gender neutral or preferred gender.

Apparently getting kidnapped by an apparently half saltwater crocodile Sun Wukong is on your secret list of possiblities. You already knew where he would be taking you alongside your house, Mount Huagao. His kingdom full of fruits, flowers and monkeys, no doubt a large chunk being yaoguai.

Something that hadn't left your mind upon the Monkey King's swim through the ocean. All the sea life parting ways from his large frame as if they knew a more dangerous predator roams amongst them. Almost surreal seeing sharks, sea turtles and even deep dwelling marine creatures when Sun Wukong had to dive to much lower depths in order to avoid any submarines.

You probably would have enjoyed it fully if you weren't kidnapped by the big scaly bastard. Decided to took a nap cause being at 100% upon reaching Mount Huagao is important. Who knows what is stewing in Sun Wukong's mind?

Let this be known that you weren't a morning person and are prone to be snappy. So a giant finger poking your dormant form is enough to solicit a reaction. What is it? BITING. You had bit into whatever was that poked you.

Instant regret from the taste of saltwater, musty bits of fur, and bitter grainy seaweed. Guess you have arrived at your destination since the bubble is now gone. Upon sitting up, you were greeted to the bluish tint interior of a vast cavern. Light gently pouring from the top illuminating the various crystals, fruit trees and large pool of water underneath it. Most importantly your house which was luckily undamaged.

The sound of a large waterfall echoing far in the background meant this was the Water Curtain Cave, a place where Sun Wukong's palace truly laid but also how he became the Monkey King. "We're here little morsel. I took a guess that you wanted to avoid getting seen by my people. At least, until you get used to living here."

You glared at the oversized hybrid ruefully especially when he unceremoniously drops you on your ass. "Bitch, you KIDNAPPED ME! Honestly suspect me to get used to a place under these circumstances!" Then flipped the dickwad off before storming over to your house.

At least you would've if wasn't for the big fat crocodile tail that decided to block your path. Instead of turning around, you just climb over the damn thing and went inside your house. Sun Wukong clicked his teeth in annoyance but headed back to his nest. You would get used to it over time.

Doing damage control had been more weird than an annoyance. For some reason, power was still running throughout the house despite the lines now being cut. Water continue to run while the internet signal strangely worked better than back on the mainland.

Only thing you didn't have was phone signal but otherwise everything is completely fine. You can only assumed it had something to do with properties of the cave. Makes it better hole yourself in your room and binge watch some old cartoons. Even load up some old beat em up games like Asura's Wrath to vent out some frustration.

You were angry, frustrated and overall completely pissed. But no way in hell were you going to break down. Way too stubborn and thick skinned for it yo happen. If this damn monkey is going to make your life hell, best to return the favor two fold.

Didn't leave your room for the rest of the day after that. Next morning was solely dedicated to cleaning, do stock on supplies and what items could be used for the remainder of this unknown stay. You were in the middle of cleaning the cracked pieces from your roof when the door suddenly slid open. Forgot to lock the door like a dumbass, huh?

Standing in the middle of the frame was someone much smaller and truly more monkey than he was earlier, Sun Wukong. In place of his saltwater crocodile bottom half were normal monkey legs with the hand-like prehensile feet and the thick furred monkey tail swung behind him.

His now 6'0 body was covered in a lavish crimson red shenyi, emerald green embroidery in the shape of leaves and soft pink to form peaches amongst the foliage. An overall beautiful piece although you wouldn't admit it to the monkey in it. Sun Wukong ignored the glare you sent at him as he leisurely came inside.

"You know you aren't welcomed in my house, jackass." He merely shrugged before splaying himself across your sofa like the rude ass he is. Would've sprayed the monkey if there wasn't risk of him going all crocodile in the house from water exposure.

You theorized that water would obviously trigger the whole mer transition. "I came in to see how you were doing." The response alone ignited pure rage and annoyance. Did he seriously think someone who just got kidnapped would be okay? Especially if asked by their kidnapper.

"No, I AM NOT. I'm probably half away across from the planet with a stranger inside a cave. Isolated from anything I know and can associate with, you half baked crouton!" You dumped the dustpan full of trash into a large garbage bag. Sun Wukong merely let out a hum, his tail thumping against the hardwood floor.

"Is that really true? From what I've seen, you appear to be hiding from someone on purpose. So why is it a problem that I made such a task more easier?" The broom hit the ground with a harsh thud. The Monkey King didn't expect for you to lunge at him, eyes full of fury.

Your hands held the scruff of his shenyi tightly and knees digging into his waist. "Don't you fucking assume anything you bastard! My life isn't any of your damn concern! YOU TERRORIZED FOR DAYS THEN KIDNAPPED ME AND MY HOUSE. If I could, I would skin your ass alive then make myself a fur coat out of your hide."

The damn nerve of this monkey! You shoved him back on the couch before heading to your room. Sun Wukong merely sat in the silence barely even flinching upon the harsh slam of the bedroom door. He really didn't think things through, huh?

'Hmm...seems I'll have to tweak my plan a bit. It would be boring if they stay holed up in this small house. Maybe a companion shall help.' The Monkey King sat up and left your house in a short jog.

A large mischievous grin across his face as he had a sneaky idea in order. If it works, then getting into your good graces should be less difficult. But he'll need to get a few things first. Once he does however, you won't be holing yourself in there like a mole.

Discarding his clothes, Sun Wukong then leapt into the large underwater tunnel. His form growing in size as his lower half extended then morphed into that of the very chunky reptile, secondary hind legs sprout near the base of his tail and scales overcame his fur. His tail expanding in bulk before shifting into that of a saltwater crocodile.

The transformation occuring in less than a minute. Everytime he shifted, the Monkey King couldn't help but look back when he first learn about his merfolk heritage. Something that felt so strange yet so natural for the first shift. His people did have to explain to him about it as he embarrassingly flailed about like a child. Walking on four legs is more difficult than two.

Sun Wukong pushed the thought aside to focus on the current issue: you. He was going to show you that his homeland has more to offer than your own. Interesting mortals are very rare to come by.

And you were the most interesting of them all...

It looks like Sun Wukong is up to something. I had difficulty trying to write this part out. At the moment, the Monkey King is acting like a bit of a prick but he does have a reason for the kidnapping.

Now what does the Monkey King plan to do? You'll find out in the next chapter. Until next time folks, I'll see you back on the journey west.

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