#bigger gibbers

[gibbearish]

"can bi nbs say dyke" "can trans men say tranny" "can this specific identity reclaim this slur" ENOUGH !!! ALL that matters is whats in your heart when you say it. is there love for your community or is there hate for people not like you. are you saying it to hurt someone or to give a hurtful thing new love-filled meaning. theres your answer.

terfs are finding this now so just to head this off at the pass my tranny ass will not be debating you, you are going to be instantaneously blocked so you may as well save us both the trouble of typing out whatever long rant youre planning about how im an evil transsexual betraying the community by daring to call myself a faggot or w/e. also go fuck yourself

edit 2: hey terfies do you think perhaps that the fact you had to block me before purposefully starting fights with randos in my replies says something about the kind of people you are? do you think that's the kind of thing good people do? can you look yourself in the eyes and genuinely tell me that deep down you don't know that if you constantly have to lie and infiltrate and block evade to harass people, that just means youre a shit person? can you with a straight face say that doing these kinds of things actually feels morally sound, that there's no tiny sliver of yourself in there that knows youre acting like a piece of shit all the fucking time which is why everyone leaves you when they find out about your beliefs? could you honestly tell me that a person who acts like that is good, and that behaving like this actually makes you feel like you're adding something positive to the world? or is it just the rush that comes with punching a wall in rage?

you harass trans people for the same reason parents beat their children: it feels good to hurt other people when youre mad. it feels good to take your anger out on someone else. and so you find people you can hurt and you convince yourself youre doing it because theyre stronger than you, that youre fighting back, you punch and you punch and you keep punching on and on forever. because that anger is addicting and trans people have always and WILL always exist, so we will always be available as a target.

look at the way youre behaving and ask yourself if this is what you want to be doing with your life. and google the signs of a high-control group. and if youre going to be a piece of shit in my replies then at least don't be a major fucking coward about it. unless youre literally 12 you should not be arguing like a middle schooler starting fights about steven universe. grow the fuck up and get real problems

#queer #bigger gibbers

[puddle-nerd]

Forever

Summary: Quaritch managed to capture more than just Spider and he has ways of making you talk.

Prompt 11 (Restraints) for my submission for LunasKinktober2023

So, in this one, we are going to switch between Na’vi and English. To differentiate between the two, I’ve decided to mark all Na’vi language in green italics and with a ~ at either end of whatever is being said. If I miss one or two, please let me know and I’ll edit it accordingly.

Na’vi Translation:

Tawtute – human | Sky Person

Tewng – loincloth

Tsaheylu – a bond or neural connection

Vonvä’ – butthole | asshole | dickhead (!HIGHLY ABUSIVE AND VULGAR!)

Vrrtep – demon

Story Tags: No use of y/n, Female Reader, Restraints, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-Consensual, Loss of Virginity, Dry Humping, P in V, Vaginal Sex, Forced Bonding, Forced Mating, Creampie

Part 2

You struggled against the thick, plastic restraints keeping your thin arms above your head within the cell, whimpering and whining and hissing as your struggled in vain to free yourself, all because you’d pissed off a couple of the Recombinants and so they had rewarded you with this added insult to injury of being captured in the first place. Biting at the orange plastic proved useless and made both your shoulders and your jaw ache something fierce. Giving out an infuriated scream, you slumped, eyes burning at the helplessness of your situation. In some other cell, Spider was being held because the Tawtute keeping them captive decided it was safer for them to be apart than together. That left you with struggling to escape your bindings and desperately wishing that you were back in the Halleluiah mountains at High Camp with your family and your tribe. Instead, you had had the bright idea to go along exploring with Lo’ak and Spider and Kiri and Tuk. You were here because a weapon’s blast had sent you and Spider rolling down a hill and into the hands of the RDA Recombinants. And instead of saving your from them, you had been left behind as collateral damage, as JakeSully would say.

The sliding doors across the cell slid open with a metallic whoosh and a tall blue vrrtep stepped inside, bedecked from head to toe in strange, alien, tawtute gear that seemed oddly dark and constricting. What was even weirder was the close-cropped back hair. And he was bigger, maybe even bigger than JakeSully was, and maybe even handsome in a certain light. But you’d never admit that. Not out loud, at least.

Instantly you hissed at him, ears pressed back and baring your teeth in a furious warning, tail lashing back and forth in your rage.

Instead of backing down, the Recombinant smirked widely, his golden gaze drifted over your form in such a way that made you shiver. There was something in his leer that set your teeth on edge, something intense and attentive and… and voraciously hungry. She felt… she felt like prey. And it caused you to shiver.

But you weren’t sure if it was caused by fear or not.

“Y’know,” the vrrtep said in English, stalking towards you, “with the kid you call Spider, I had a kind o’ family approach to actually get some information out o’ him. But with you… well, yer a Native, aren’cha? There ain’t no way you and I share an ounce of DNA, now, is there?”

You hissed at him again, adding in your Native language, “~We might not be related but come closer and I’ll kill you, vonvä’.~”

The Recombinant shook his head. “Now, unfortunately I didn’t understand a lick of that gibber jabber you’re spewin’ but I do distinctly remember you speakin’ in English, tellin’ Spider to ‘shut up’ so I gotta figure you know more English than you’re lettin’ on. And I got a couple of ways to loosen that tongue of yours. One’s gonna be more fun, though.” He took another step forward and paused, breathing in through his nose deeply and scenting her. A brow raised and he smirked even wider, adding on, “Well, I’ll be damned. You’re smellin’ so good, sweetheart.” One of his strange five fingered hand came down to cup his groin suggestively, obscenely squeezing the bulge beginning to press against the front of his tight trousers. You suddenly realized just how bad your predicament was, your eyes widening, jaw going slack. “Oh, yeah, sweetheart,” the vrrtep chuckled lasciviously, “yer scent and that outfit you’re wearin’ is gettin’ me nice and hard.”

“~Don’t touch me, vonvä’!~” you snarled at him, before switching to English. “No! Go away!”

“Ah, so you do speak English,” the Recombinant grinned. “Now we’re gettin’ somewhere.” His golden gaze traveled over her form, landing on your barely covered breasts and he reached for his belt. The second you saw him pull out a knife, you struggled even more, kicking at him and trying to whip him with your tail. Nothing you did stopped him from cutting the neck string of your chest covering or him pulling it away to reveal your naked upper body.

He tossed it away haphazardly, his golden eyes darkening as her body in. “Fuck you,” you snarled in English.

The vrrtep licked his sharp teeth, chuckling as he put his knife back, “Now that’s one of the ideas… but gotta warm you up to it first. I like my women warm… and wet when I sink m’self in ‘em. I’mma make you beg for it.”

Overwhelmed by the threat, you snarled at him only for it to melt into a high-pitched whimper as he grabbed at your thighs with his strange, too-many-fingered hands and lifted your legs to his waist, settling your weight onto his hips and the front of his crotch to snuggle into the apex of your thighs. You could feel the massive bulge tenting his trousers pressing tightly against your thinly covered cunt, guarded only by the two thin layers of your tewng. Then, he let go of one of your thighs and grabbed your jaw, twisting your head sharply to the side. You couldn’t fight the firm grip he had on your chin and had to submit to him leaning in and scenting your neck. Then he kissed her throat, running his mouth up and down the blue column, marking the soft blue skin between bites and harsh suckling, determined to leave at least a couple of hickies.

You whined, your body starting to warm, just like the Recombinant had threatened you with and you couldn’t seem to stop the whimpers from sliding out of your mouth, every breath catching in your throat as heat began to swoop low in your belly. You didn’t even realize you had shifted further into his hold until you felt your back arch, your pelvis grinding down onto the bulge in his trousers, the firm shaft of him creating delicious friction between her legs.

The vrrtep chuckled, gripping your leg tighter and pressing against you harder. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re beginnin’ to want it, aren’cha?”

You refused to answer, squeezing your eyes shut.

The Recombinant released your jaw to grab your other hip and shifted you over his cock again, testing the friction he could create in the current position as he dry-humped you, grunting audibly and studying your face for the micro-expressions that gave away your reactions to the pleasure he was forcing you to feel. You couldn’t stop gasping and mewling with each shift of his hips against where a hot wetness was building up on the inside of your tewng, squirming weakly in his grasp while squeezing his sides with your thighs. He chuckled, gritting his teeth as pleasure pooled inside of you both.

“Yeah, baby, I got wha’chu need.” You whined.

And then your eyes snapped open as he lowered your legs from his waist. He laughed outright at seeing your blush staining your cheeks, at hearing you whine of protest, and stepped back enough to reach out to your tewng, this time, finding the ties on the sides and undoing them. “~No! Demon, no!~” You shouted in Na’vi, fear of what this would mean renewing within you. “~You’re not of The People! We cannot mate! No!~” But he was dropping your last bit of clothing away and reaching for his belt. You couldn’t help but watch helplessly as he swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers with haste, shoving them down his ass and thighs as if he couldn’t wait to bury himself inside of her. You let out a high-pitched whine as his cock jutted up as soon as it was free of its confinement, firm and full and ready to fuck you. You’d seen Na’vi cock before as your village wasn’t shy when it came to their bodies. However, since you were unmated, you’d never seen one in any state of arousal before.

And this vrrtep was apparently hung.

His cock was such a pretty shade of jewel blue, all patterned with azure stripes and dotted with a couple of bioluminescent white freckles. Veiny, little ridges and nubs decorated all along each stripe upon the thickening shaft. The foreskin, however, was a lighter blue and had started to pull back from the pink tip to reveal a delicate little trickle of pearlescent precum tinged silvery blue. “I can smell you, sweetheart,” the Recombinant spoke up as he stroked himself languidly with his large veiny hands, forcing you to tear your gaze away from the monster he was going to try to slide inside of you. “I can smell you want this, baby. And who am I to deny you? All you gotta do to ride me is beg me. Say, ‘Miles, I want you to fuck me’ nice and loud and clear.”

You shook your head and turned your gaze away but you couldn’t stop the slick from trickling out from between your thighs. “Not one of The People,” you whimpered. “Cannot mate. Cannot make tsaheylu.”

“Sah-hey-loo? What’s that?” he demanded. You shook your head, burying your face into your arm. “Alright then, I guess I’ll just have to figure it out after I fuck you.” You shouted and struggled but he shuffled forward, grabbing your thighs once again and positing himself at the apex, his cock nestling between your mound and his. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re slick, aren’cha? You want this.” You shook your head. “Yeah, you do. Can’t lie when I can feel how wet you are. Just say it, baby. Say ‘Miles, I want you to fuck me’ and I’ll make you feel so good.”

“No,” you whined, shaking your head. Only to whimper as he lifted your hips up, dragging your cunt up the length of his cock, teasing you with his firm shaft but not yet putting it in. “No… cannot.”

“Say it, honey. Say ‘Miles, I want you to fuck me’.” The vrrtep thrust his bare cock against your pussy lips, growling in delight at the raw friction, his foreskin tugging with each roll of his hips, his leaking precum and your slick aiding in the movements. “Say it, baby, and this’ll feel even better.” You couldn’t stop the mewling escaping your throat through clenched his teeth with each grinding thrust between your pussy lips. “Say it!”

“Fuck,” you gasped, a tear leaking from your eye as you gave in. “Mylos… I want… I… fuck me…” Your accent garbled his name but it was just enough for him.

Miles lifted your hips to line your cunt up with the head of his uncircumcised penis and slowly pushed against your entrance. With an animalistic snarl, he flexed his hips and bullied his way inside of your depths, reveling in the cry that ripped from your throat as your untouched pussy stretched for the first penetrating thrust. The walls of your channel squeezed reflexively around the near painful stretch made by his forceful invasion of your body. His massive girth was difficult to adjust to, the stinging pinch causing you to whine in discomfort as he shoved himself deeper and deeper inside.

“Fuuuck, baby, so fuckin’ tight,” The Recombinant moaned, burying his face into your neck. “Try t’ relax a’li’le, sweetheart. Jus’ relax.”

He kissed at your neck, nuzzling and nipping at the bruises he had already left behind upon your skin as you tried to ease your muscles but it hurt. “~Oh, Eywa… it hurts,~ My-los,” you whimpered in your native tongue, hissing as the pain in your shoulders made itself known again.

“I know, baby, I know,” The vrrtep hummed, rubbing his nose over the silk of your cheek. “Doin’ so good f’me. I can feel you relaxin’. It’s gonna start feelin’ really good soon. Have you sobbin’ and beggin’ f’more.”

Miles’s mouth suddenly claimed your own in a demanding kiss, smothering your scream as he used your loosening muscles to shove the last bit of his cock home inside of your depths, his pelvis flush with yours. His more human-like testicle sack rested heavily against your taint in an odd, alien way, full to bursting with silvery blue bioluminescent cum, ready to be poured into your channel. His balls pulsed as he plundered your mouth, exploring every inch with his tongue and stroking your teeth with his tongue. He only withdrew from you when you both finally needed to part for air, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his.

You didn’t want this.

You didn’t.

And yet… when the Recombinant slid out a little bit, only to roll his hips slowly back inside of you, the most delicious of friction skittered like an insect up your spine in the most satisfying of ways, causing you to cry out. Tears began to trickly out of your golden eyes. However, he either ignored the crystal liquid spilling down your cheeks or he was too busy increasing his pace to create a steady, rapid rhythm. You gasped as you felt the coil tightening inside you. His pace increased and the sound of his thrusts squelched wetly through the air. You could feel yourself beginning to clench down upon him as your pleasure continued to increase, the pressure building. You bit down on your bicep to try to force yourself to feel something else. Anything else.

This he noticed.

“Ah, don’t do that, sweetheart,” Miles snarled out through gritted teeth, shoving himself roughly and sloppily into you, now. He released one of your legs and grabbed your chin again, forcing his lips back onto yours, licking his tongue deep into your mouth. He hummed and then pulled back with a hiss. “Fuck, baby… Got me so close. Gonna cum in this pussy. Ready, baby? Ready for daddy’s cum?”

“No,” you whined, shaking your head. “No… please…”

You wanted to feel the pleasure.

You didn’t want it to be him.

You didn’t want it like this.

The vrrtep crashed into you like an earthquake, his breathing increasing as his rhythm faltered further, plunging wetly into your depths even more loudly, his balls smacking against your taint with each shove of his cock, pushing his cock inside of you deeper, deep until he pushed in firmly one last time, burying himself in to the hilt and –

“Ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck, yeah baby!”

You squeezed your eyes shut as an indescribable feeling rushed through your veins and made you feel like you were free-falling from the back of your ikran, exhilarating and wild, as you felt him pouring his hot cum deep inside of you, wishing you could drown out the long, loud, lewd moan he released from his throat. His seed coated your fluttering walls as you screamed silently, surrendering reluctantly to the mindless abyss of bliss. He continued to fill her, his balls drawing up and contracting as his pleasure boiled over to rocket his seed in thick ropes deep into her depths until she was full to bursting from the amount of spunk he released. Miles groaned once more, his movements coming to a stop, sighing in contentment before he slowly eased his slick, flaccid cock out before it shrank back into its sheath, , smirking as he watched his silvery blue cum dribbling out of her in thick globs, pooling messily by her bare feet. “Hehe… I filled you up nice and good, baby, didn’t I?” the Recombinant chuckled. He stepped back, pulling up his trousers settling them about his waist without securing them so you could see the stain of your slick upon his pelvis when you glanced his way.

“Now… what’s sah-hey-loo, sweetheart?”

You shook your head, skimming your gaze over his neural queue as he regarded you carefully. Unfortunately, he saw your quick glance and raised a brow. He stepped back towards you and licked at his teeth before reaching over your shoulder and grabbing at your braid and bringing it over your shoulder.

“No! No! Cannot!” you cried out, trying to pull away from him only for your feet to slip in the puddle on the metal floor, sliding your naked body closer to him, instead. “Please!”

Miles smirked, grabbing his own braid and brought it between them, holding up the ends to reveal the pink tendrils on each end of the two queues. His golden eyes met your and brought the ends together, the tendrils reaching for each other. “This makes you mine, don’t it, sweetheart? That’s what sah-hey-loo is, ain’t it?” You hissed at him, trying to jerk back, only to whimper in pain as your neural queue burned sharply. He growled in satisfaction as the wisps slowly entwined, twisting around each other, becoming one and uniting the two of them as life mates.

Forever.

𖥸 · ─────── · 𖥸 · ─────── · 𖥸

Originally Posted: 11 October 2023

Word Count: 2,797

AO3

@pandoraslxna, @eyweveng

#lunaskinktober2023 #avatar #avatar smut #atwow #na'vi reader #recombinant #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut

[coffeetailor]

GTober Prompt: Cozy

(A/N: Strayed a bit from the prompt on this one, but it was also late at night and I had fun anyway. So there.)

"Shoulder Hamster"

Sometimes, Shang Qinghua really hated his system. All the shit it'd put him through had left plenty of mental scars even if his cultivation had healed up most of the physical ones over time. Missions to do the impossible, with short deadlines and deadly consequences if he failed. And don't even get him started on the wife plots.

But this? Maybe he might be able to keep his complaining down to a minimum for this.

'This' being the chance to ride Mobei-Jun's shoulder, bundled up in the fur that lined his cloak. It was like living in a freaking cloud, the fur trapping the warmth of his body quite nicely. And the view wasn't bad either.

Of course, without explanation that made no sense. Sure, his king was tall, much taller than he was, but not so much bigger that he could just ride his shoulder like that! At least, not normally.

Would have been nice if Cucumber could have warned him that the herbs he'd asked them to go grab for him usually grew in amongst ones that could shrink a human with a single taste of their pollen. Dude usually had a steel trap memory for those little details that he'd long forgotten. But no. And Qinghua had tripped and fallen face first into a patch of flowers, spitting out petals. And then yelping when the ground rushed up at him, flowers looming.

A shrinking flower. When had he written a shrinking flower? Why had he written a shrinking flower?! Donor request, it had to be. But the main point was that it left him six inches tall and staring up at the quickly moving skyscraper that was his husband.

"Qinghua!"

He scrambled back as a boot landed far too close to where he was laying, Mobei-Jun looking for any trace of his human who had, to all appearances, suddenly vanished as he hit the ground. Heart pounding, Shang Qinghua stomped (oh, wrong word to use) on the instinct to run away from the giant, waving his arms over his head instead. If Mobei saw him, he wouldn't be able to panic and run, and also wouldn't be stepped on. Which was the point!

"Down here, my king!" he shouted. Pointed ears twitched, trying to figure out the direction of his voice. "Look down!"

Slowly, Mobei turned his eyes downward, dark blue widening in shock. Normally, Shang Qinghua would have been proud to surprise his unflappable husband, but he wouldn't have gone this far to do it!

With the full force of that gaze on him, Shang Qinghua felt frozen to the spot, staring back up at him. Holy shit Mobei was huge. Like taller than his old apartment building huge.

"My king, be careful with the flowers! Don't let any of the pollen get in your- eek!"

The author let out a little scream (or maybe not so little) when his mountain of a demon suddenly moved, bending down on a knee and scooping him up off the ground without warning. He clung to cold fingers tightly in fear as Mobei stood up with him in hand. Literally in hand!

"We're going," Mobei said abruptly before opening a portal and heading towards it.

"W-wait, what about the herbs!" Shang Qinghua protested, choosing to stick to that idea to keep himself from gibbering in panic.

"Consort Shen can wait." And he stepped through.

The moment they came out in the Northern Palace, Shang Qinghua was hit with a wave of cold. He gasped, pressing himself into Mobei's fingers because even his chilly skin was warmer than the air.

Mobei noticed, his frown deepening as he looked down at him. After knowing him for so long, Shang Qinghua was one of the very few who would see the worry in his face. "What's wrong?"

"It's cold," the shrunken cultivator said with a full body shiver. Duh, of course it was cold. It was the palace of an ice demon. His ice demon. But he was tiny. Meaning he had absolutely no insolation. "Colder than normally. I think- I think it's my body."

Not long ago, the scowl that found itself on Mobei's beautiful face would have had him ducking to avoid a strike. But things had changed, and while it still made him shiver, Shang Qinghua could see that it was directly towards him, yes, but not at him.

"My king, can we go someplace warmer to figure this out?" he asked, rubbing his hands up and down his arms through the fur cloak Mobei had gifted him just last week. Normally, perfectly enough for a chilly day out in the woods. But oh it wasn't enough when he was tiny. "Our rooms, maybe? Please?"

"Hn," the demon said without answering, looking him over with narrowing eyes. Which brought him to make a decision it seemed, because Shang Qinghua was being moved again without warning, lifted up higher and deposited on one well muscled shoulder. More precisely, among the fur that covered that shoulder. "You should be warmer there."

The cultivator latched onto the thick fur of the cloak, marveling at how soft it still felt even with the difference of scale someplace under the freak out that was going on over the fact that he was freaking tiny! Tiny and just carried along for the ride when Mobei started to walk.

"You can't just keep moving me around like that!" he protested. "My heart can't take the shock."

Mobei-Jun tilted his head to look down at him. "Are you warmer?" 

Shang Qinghua was about the respond when he realized that yes, yes he was. The fur was soft and dense, and already starting to warm up with his body heat. "Oh! Um, yes, I guess I am."

His nod in response was satisfied, having proved himself caring for his mate once again.

He also hadn't told him where they were going. 

Shang Qinghua huffed softly and used the fur like a climbing line to find a more stable place to sit than out near the point of admittedly lovely shoulders. Which ended up being just shy of the junction between neck and shoulder.

Settling down into the fur as Mobei walked, gently rocking him like he were on a great ship, he could admit that maybe, just maybe this wouldn't be so bad. He was certainly cozy when he was. And who else could say they'd ridden the great King Mobei-Jun's shoulder.

No iceberg would be sinking this ship, no sir! Full speed ahead!

Now if he only knew where they were actually going...

#gtober2023 #moshang #giant/tiny #shang qinghua #mobei jun #svsss #fanfiction #Coffeetailor is typing...

[fantomcomics]

What's Out This Week? 8/9

The Summer is winding down, but the comics are still hotttt

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The Ambassadors GN Vol 1 - Mark Millar & Frank Quitely

You've cracked the superhuman mystery and can give superpowers to six different people around the world. Who do you choose? The world's greatest and most ambitious superhero comic needs the world's greatest comic book artists. FRANK QUITELY, TRAVIS CHAREST, OLIVIER COIPEL, and an international line-up of superstars step forward to introduce an all-new cast of characters from MARK MILLAR's latest Netflix sensation.

Comic Books Kill #1 - Shane Berryhill & Hoyt Silva

NONSTOP. NYC. 1939. Comics creator Jack Levi places his life and career on the line when he begins an affair with the femme fatale lover of his mafia boss publisher. Comic Books Kill! is a crime noir tale of myths, mistresses, and mobsters sure to thrill fans of Kirby, Brubaker, and Phillips.

Damn Them All TP Vol 1 - Simon Spurrier & Charlie Adlard

After the death of Ellie's uncle Alfie, an infamous magician and occult detective, the 72 devils of the Ars Goetia are mysteriously freed from their infernal realm. It's now up to her to track down each of these demons and damn them right back to Hell... using holy water, conjuration, or just her trusty, rusty claw hammer.

Meanwhile Dora, a detective traumatized by the same events as Ellie, is suspicious of the untimely death of Alfie. As new terrors unfold, the two witness strange changes to the political landscape of Britain: a gibbering madness infecting the population. Alfie's meddling made more than just the mortal realm a nightmare, so it's up to Bloody El to set things right... with only eternity at stake.

The Enfield Gang Massacre #1 (of 6) - Chris Condon & Jacob Phillips

The THAT TEXAS BLOOD duo returns to Ambrose County, Texas with an all-new MINISERIES set 150 years in the past!

Gunslinging action meets dark frontier drama in this original Western thriller, as Montgomery Enfield and his gang of outlaws find themselves in the crosshairs of an aging Texas Ranger and a newborn county that's hungry for law.

Finders Creatures GN Vol 1 - P. Knuckle Jones

Meet detective-in-training Finder and her friends as they try to figure out why everyone in Belly Acre Bog has disappeared in this hilarious mystery graphic novel! Finder the tree frog absolutely loves solving mysteries. So when all the animals in Belly Acre Bog mysteriously disappear overnight, Finder and her friends Chopper and Keeper are toad-ally on the case. But when Seymour Warts, the world's greatest detective and Finder's hero, arrives on the scene and begins his own investigation, the young creature finders soon realize that this mystery could be even bigger than their little bog!

Ghost Book GN - Remy Lai

Twelve years ago, the boy and the girl lived. But one was supposed to die. July Chen sees ghosts. But her dad insists ghosts aren't real. So she pretends they don't exist. Which is incredibly difficult during Hungry Ghost month, when the Gates of the Underworld open and ghosts run amok in the living world. When July saves a boy ghost from being devoured by a hungry ghost, he becomes her first ever friend. Except William is not a ghost. He's a wandering soul wavering between life and death. As the new friends set off to return William to his body, they unearth a ghastly truth-for William to live, July must die. Inspired by Chinese mythology, this dark yet hopeful tale about friendship, sacrifice, and the unseen ghost world is a dazzling heir to Studio Ghibli classics.

Hexware TP Vol 1 - Tim Seeley, Zulema Lavina & Mirka Andolfo

Why sell your soul...when you can buy a new one?

In a corporate-ruled city where class inequality is greater than ever, a desperate, lonely populace is drawn to neo-spiritualism and hedge magic. When their teenage daughter is murdered, the Marks family is left asking the gods what they did to deserve this. But their android maid, Which-Where, has a different approach. Perhaps if she asked the devil...

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While Mech Cadets makes a fresh debut for new readers and viewers, long-time fans can delight in having more adventures after the long awaited collection of Mech Cadets Book One!

Oblivion Song Compendium TP - Robert Kirkman, Lorenzo De Felici, & Annalisa Leoni

The entire series, collected in a single volume for the first time!

A decade ago, 300,000 citizens of Philadelphia were suddenly lost in Oblivion. The government made every attempt to recover them, but after many years, they gave up. Nathan Cole...won't. He makes daily trips, risking his life to try and rescue those still living in the apocalyptic hellscape of Oblivion. But maybe...Nathan is looking for something else? Why can't he resist the siren call of the Oblivion Song?

Paul Bunyan: The Invention Of An American Legend GN - Noah Van Sciver & Marlena Myles

Did you know that a mainstay of American folk culture was in fact created as an advertising ploy? Few people realize that Paul Bunyan, the legendary lumberjack, and his blue ox are the product of corporate marketing by a highly industrialized industry. Cartoonist Noah Van Sciver shows us the myth creation as real life marketing man extraordinaire W.B. Laughead spins ever more wondrous tall tales. Van Sciver's story is bracketed by rich contributions from contemporary Native artists and storytellers with a very different connection to the land that the Bunyan myths often conceal. Readers will see how a lumberjack hero, a quintessential American fantasy, captures the imagination but also serves to paper over the seizure of homeland from First Peoples and the laying bare of America's northern forests. It's a tall tale with deep roots... in profit-making!

Plush TP - Doug Wagner, Daniel Hillyard & Rico Renzi

Serial-killing, cannibalistic furries! PLASTIC and VINYL creators DOUG WAGNER & DANIEL HILLYARD are back. This time, they've recruited colorist extraordinaire RICO RENZI for their disturbing "neon-horror" spin on fursuit psychopaths and bizarre love. In PLUSH, Devin Fulcher is coerced into attending his first furry convention. When he accidentally happens upon a group of furries devouring a human, the insanity begins. Do they just want Devin for dinner...or something much more wicked?

Skeleanor The Decomposer HC - Emily Ettlinger

An instantly charming and vivid chapter-book graphic novel, starring a music-obsessed skeleton, Skeleanor, and her quest to find her sound (and her confidence) by debut creator Emily Ettlinger. Skeleanor loves music more than life itself. There's just one problem: She has a bit more rattle than rhythm at the moment. No matter what type of instrument she plays-from the fiddle to the xylobone-she always seems to scare the people of Little Casketon away. But with the Little Casketon Summershine festival coming up, and the town band missing a player, maybe Skeleanor (along with the help of her best friend, Batima) could show people her skills and finally take center stage.

Summer Ghost The Complete Collection GN - Otsuichi, Yoshi Inomi & loundraw

Based on the critically acclaimed animated short film about three high schoolers' supernatural coming-of-age! There's an urban legend that claims the ghost of a young woman will appear if you set off fireworks in a certain abandoned airport. Three high school students are united by their shared desire to meet this ghost-and each of them is close to death. What happens when they come together one fateful summer night as the boundary between life and death grows thin?

The Summer Hikaru Died GN Vol 1 - Mokumokuren

Two boys lived in a village: Yoshiki and Hikaru. The two did everything together...until the day Hikaru was encompassed by a mysterious light. That was when everything changed-Hikaru most of all. Yoshiki still wishes from the bottom of his heart to always stay by his side...but is there even a Hikaru left to be with?

The Madness #1 (of 6) - J. Michael Straczynski, Aco, & David Lorenzo

In THE MADNESS, Sarah Ross has been using her power as a thief, stealing from the rich and...well, keeping it. Until the day she stole from the wrong person, a highly placed official who pressures the government to assassinate her. The plot, aided by so-called "good" superheroes sponsored by the government, misses her but wipes out her family. Driven mad by grief, and laser-focused on revenge for the murder of her family, Sarah and a hidden side of her personality - an imaginary friend who may be more real than she believes - goes after these superpowered operatives determined to take her revenge, at any cost.

Us TP - Sara Soler, Silvia Perea Labayen & Joamette Gil

Us is Sara and Diana's love story, as well as the story of Diana's gender transition. Full of humor, heartache, and the everyday triumphs and struggles of identity, this graphic memoir speaks to changing conceptions of the world as well as the self, at the same time revealing that some things don't really have to change.

Vampirella/Dracula RAGE #1 - Christopher Priest, Christian Rosado & Lucio Parrillo

NO MORE MS. NICE VAMPIRE!

They're coming for her baby. They're going to murder him before her eyes. And then she's going to kill every last damn one of them. Picking up where Vampirella: Year One left off! In an unprecedented turn for our titular heroine, Vampirella/Dracula: Rage presents Vampirella as you've never seen her before. Inconsolable grief yields to irreducible rage as Vampirella tracks the cultists who threaten her son across Europe and America, unsettling political and economic alliances and unraveling the global network of the baby's father - Dracula.

In a macabre exchange of norms, it is Dracula, the Lord of Vampires, hunting the elusive Vampiri, trying to save Vampirella from herself - or, more precisely, to save her from becoming like him. To this end, Dracula recruits Victory, once Vampirella's closest friend, to act as his ersatz Renfield while they try (and fail) to anticipate the next moves of a woman whose anger has now completely consumed her.

WYND Book Three: The Throne In The Sky GN - James Tynion IV & Michael Dialynas

The land of Esseriel is a darker and more dangerous place than ever, as tensions between the Human and Faerie realms build to the brink of war. Could Wynd be the only hope for peace?

Danger, betrayal, and even some romance confront our heroes at every turn, while elsewhere, the Duke makes murderous plans of his own. Things seem dire, but help from an unexpected figure might just be the lifeline Wynd and Merien need... even though the final battle draws near.

Whatcha checking out this week, Fantom Fam?

#wotw #comic books #comics #comic book #what's out this week? #comic #manga #Vampirella #WYND #Us #The Madness #The Summer Hikaru Died #Summer Ghost #Skeleanor The Decomposer #Plush #Paul Bunyan: The Invention Of An American Legend #Oblivion Song #Mech Cadets #Hexware #Ghost Book #Finders Creatures #The Enfield Gang Massacre #Damn Them All #Comic Books Kill #The Ambassadors #Akane-banashi

[kuzann]

Decided to update this fic while I had the drive for it! I super enjoyed writing the exchange between Maddie, Danny, and Vlad toward the end hehe.

Paradigm Shift, Chapter 3: Sinking Feeling

Amorpho returns to Amity Park with a pair of ghost hunters on his heels, dragging Danny and his friends into a bigger mess than they bargained for.

They singled him out among a crowd of people, pretending to be friends of the man whose form he’d been borrowing. He’d played along, waiting for the opportune moment to pull a prank that would get the original in trouble with them for weeks. The crowd was gone before he realized it, he’d been so intent on playing the game. That was when things went sour, when the two smiled knowingly and summoned their weapons.

Those weapons... They were unlike any he’d seen before, nothing like the ecto technology that the Fentons or even Technus used. One screeched at him to flee, its voice scraping at the inside of his skull; the other gibbered madly, gleeful for the coming fight.

Amorpho took on the shape of a falcon and flew away as fast as his wings would carry him. A shot from one—a harpoon gun of some sort, strangely low-tech for ghost hunting—grazed his wing as he darted out of sight.

Rust began to creep from the cut once he was well away, stiffening the joint so much that flying in bird form would become difficult before long. The injury carried over even to his normal form and twinged painfully as he shifted. He was in the open land between cities now, sheltering beneath a lone tree in a field of rippling grass. It would serve as a hiding place for now, while he figured out the next step.

The portal he’d come through originally was out of the question; it was one of the transient portals between the Ghost Zone and Earth, and had disappeared soon after he used it. He’d thought that since it didn’t lead to Amity Park he’d be in the clear when it came to avoiding ghost hunters. Clearly he was wrong, and now he had to find his way to Amity Park anyway and hope he had enough strength to get to the ghost portal without being caught.

There was another sharp twinge from Amorpho’s injury, followed by a dull steady throbbing. He looked down at the ripped sleeve and at the rust-like substance continuing to spread beneath it. Perhaps Phantom would be feeling merciful enough to help, it would certainly save a lot of trouble.

#Danny Phantom #Sam Manson #Tucker Foley #Vlad Masters #Amorpho #Kuzannfic #Danny Phantom: Paradigm Shift AU

[safestsephiroth]

I request your assistance, friends!

at least 12 years ago now I remember seeing in a 3rd (3.5?) edition DND book a monster that was completely horrendous. Unfortunately, I can’t remember what it was called.

I remember it was humanoid, was an enormous monster (bigger than Huge, this was a superboss-tier thing) and I /think/ it had black eyes and awful pink flesh.

I remember it being an intelligent creature, possibly an outsider, definitely evil. It had a ton of self-healing, and its core gimmick as I recall was that any time you damaged it for more than X amount (20? 30?) it would open a new tear in its flesh and use that to try to eat you too.

I know it sounds like a gibbering mouther but it’s not. This was a hyper-specific thing, a unique monster. Its name had a title after it, too, if I remember right - something like “the unending hunger” or something.

Anyone have any idea what this was?

#Dungeons and Dragons #dnd #dnd 3.5

[books-of-the-great-leviathan]

Chapter 40- Azare

***

He wound through the cramped corridors of the Mistfox, speaking to his Witchhunters, making all ready for what lay ahead.

Cereza's cabin door was open. Her oil lamp still burned, though midnight was fast approaching. Azare paused as the lamplight flashed off something bright, sending prisms skittering over the walls. Cereza stood in her cabin, Valeria's whaleglass sword in her hands. It was far too long for her. She held it two-handed, her knuckles white on the crystal hilt, her eyes wide and teeth clenched as she swung it back and forth, muttering to herself.

She whirled with a soft cry and saw Azare in the doorway. Cereza stumbled, catching herself on the edge of the bunk. "Oh. I- I didn't see you- I was just-"

"That's a little bigger than a knife." Azare nodded at the sword. "Something tells me you're not practicing for a duel in here."

She lowered the sword, and her eyes, hooding her face in shadow. She sat, slowly, on the edge of her bunk. "No. Would you come in?"

Azare ducked under the doorframe and sat opposite her on the cabin's single chair, then moved the lowered swordpoint, carefully, away from his stomach.

"It's beautiful," he said.

Cereza turned the sword over in her hands. Iridescence rippled down its flat. No nicks marred the blade, no signs of age or damage, its blue-white facets lit from within so the cabin seemed darker by contrast, all light stolen into the depths of the crystal.

"May I?" Azare asked.

Cereza offered it to him on the flat of her hands. He took it, hefted it, marveling at its lightness, the warm pulse that filled him as he gripped its hilt, the faint starry reflections it cast over his hands. He traced a bright seam twisting through the blade's core, like a stray current through the deep whale roads, and tasted the bitterness of magic.

The lamplight spat; his pulse throbbed as if in response. I know the taste of you, Severin. As you know the taste of me.

"What do you intend to do with it?" he asked, returning the sword to Cereza.

She leaned it gingerly at the foot of her bunk. "I would rather not do anything with it at all."

"Where we're going, you may not have a choice."

"I know." She lowered her head again, curling her knees to her chest. "How long until we arrive?"

"Few days, given this weather."

"Good. Enough time for me to work out a way to not look like a scared fox kit when Lord Sabat stares me down." She peered up at him. "Are you scared?"

"Of course I am."

"Didn't think you could be."

"I am, regrettably, human."

"So you really aren't able to turn into a giant black fellfox? I was holding out."

"If I could, I would be a great deal more persuasive."

"If there's anything to fear, it's Lord Sabat," Cereza said. "Atana may be Bateleur's daughter and their lady, but it's Sabat they respect. She has her loyal followers, but if he turns, the rest will, too."

"What are you thinking?"

She settled back in her bunk, her ankles crossed, her hands folded over her stomach. Her eyes were bright with focus, sharp as a hawk's.

"I have an idea," she said. "Do you remember Sabat's story? The Korag Magra?"

"The Ork Mother, she of a thousand shards of gibbering darkness, she who birthed crabs and marrow-worms, she who will not be devoured?"

"That's the one. She who comes as a portent of the end-times."

"A difficult tale to forget."

"And one the pirate lords may heed."

Azare tilted his head, looking her in the eyes. "Careful, Princess. These aren't the forgiving sort."

"If you came in here to warn me of all the world's dangers, you can get up and go," Cereza said, her voice hard. "I'm not a child."

"No." Azare leaned back, crossing one knee over the other. "You're not. I'm sorry."

She gave him a prim nod, lacing together her fingers, then unlacing them again. She glanced up at him, her brow furrowed. "May I try something?"

"Such as?"

"Give me your hand."

He extended it to her, and she took it between hers. Cereza's grip was strong, her gray eyes steady as she leveled them on his face.

"Now," she murmured. "Concentrate."

"On what?"

"Give me a memory. Something good."

Azare nodded. "I have it."

"I know." She closed her eyes. The air rippled, a surge like a gathering wave. Again the taste of magic, blood on the backs of Azare's teeth.

Cereza's grip tightened, her fingernails digging into his wrist. Memories rose inside him, and with them, wind. It rushed through the cabin's still air, ruffling his hair. His sharp inhale brought with it the taste of dust, of sand in sunlight, of salt-spray.

Softness tickled his palm. He lifted his free hand and opened it. White petals spilled into the wind: snowbloom, sweet and bitter all at once.

"What do you see?" Cereza asked him.

"Home," he said.

She nodded. "I think I'm beginning to understand," she said. "This connection to all things. Before, it was only in dreams."

"And now?"

"Does it feel real?"

"Yes."

Cereza winced, and the illusion was swept away, nothing but a spurt of firelight as the lantern settled, nothing but the taste of dust and snowbloom lingering on Azare's tongue. Cereza sat, hunched, breathing hard, staring at the floor with eyes glazed. Her hands were tight on Azare's.

He slid them from her grip and took her wrists, gently. Her nails had bitten pale crescents into his skin. "Are you all right?"

She nodded. "I have to be."

The lamp flame spat, its light captured and refracted by the whaleglass sword. It made strange shapes on the cabin walls, impossible patterns, ever-shifting with the ship's sway. Cereza lifted her head. Azare felt it, too- a change in the air, in the timbre of the waves against the ship. A  tension he'd come to recognize.

He was here.

Azare met Cereza's eyes again. "Is it time?" she asked.

"Yes."

She nodded. "Then I'll see you on deck."

Azare left the cabin. Ziva stood in the corridor outside, leaning by the lantern with arms folded. "Girl must be hurting," she said, nodding at Cereza's door. "You have a fair hand with her."

"Making up for lost chances."

Ziva smiled. "Enough of those to fill the seas. You sure about this?"

"Ask me later."

She shrugged. "If we're still breathing. Truth be told, I suspect we'll all be food for the rockfish come daybreak."

"I missed your honesty, Lapin."

"You know us. We're always honest."

"Are we?" Azare asked, quietly.

Her brows drew together, and, as if on reflex, she touched the hilt of her plain knife. Azare studied her, the way the lamplight glistened off her black curls. It touched the curve of her cheekbone and drifted in her eyes, not quite reaching their depths.

He remembered her spitting and snarling in the sand, screaming at him to end it, to kill her. He remembered her as a child covered in dust and blood, sinking to her knees at the feet of kings and gods and burning brighter than either.

"Do you think we ever had a chance?" he said.

"And do you want to know the answer? Sky might rain fire and fleet and all manner of monster, and you need the truth from me?"

"It's all I want."

"Even now?"

"Now, as always. Bellana's mercy, Ziva-"

He breathed her name, and saw the lines around her eyes tighten.

"You remember what I did when my family died?" she said. "The priests were all dead, so I buried them. I dug with my hands, at first. Then with my knife. I hacked out their graves and tipped them in. It took the last of my strength to fill in the holes, so the flies wouldn't get at them. I thought it would kill me, the weight of that dirt. All I could taste was blood. You know what kept me standing?"

"What?"

"Rage," she said. "Someone had to pay. Something had to bleed enough for to make up for what had happened to my family, what had happened to Estara, what would happen again if I didn't do something. Otherwise, what was the bloody point? Someone had to pay. Even a prince. Even a god. Even you."

Her eyes were bright. That look was leagues away, years in the past, watching herself dig in the dirt. "I'm a grave in the desert, Severin. Flies buzzing in the dust."

"No, you aren't. You're Ziva Lapin. Isn't that enough?"

"I don't know. I don't know if it can be, now or ever. I loved you because I thought I could kill the part of you that doubted," Ziva whispered. "If I remembered you like I wanted you to be, as full of hate as me, then it was like I'd won-"

She cut off, and squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands flexed, but she didn't move. She took a sharp breath.

"Why?" she asked.

"What?"

"In our duel of honor." She looked up at him. "Why did you spare me?"

"I know you, Ziva," he told her. "You didn't want to die on your back, spitting sand and curses. If you had, you would have let me do it without a word of protest. You have that fire left in you. I know you do. More than all else, you wanted to live."

She stared up at him. She was so close, enough to make out the tremble of her lashes, enough to see the healing bruises on her face, to hear the faint, taut hiss of her breathing. She was this close before, when she had killed him.

Fast, she turned. Her hair brushed his face, and Azare shuddered; he lowered his head as she moved past him, climbing the ladder to the hatch.

***

Hush lingered on deck, like it had on their approach to Alkona. This time, there was no prisoner to sacrifice. This time, they were on their own.

Azare headed past the Witchhunters at the lines and toward the bow. The open ocean spread before them, waves hissing against the Mistfox's bow as it cut cleanly ahead. They'd left Bellana's Arm sometime before nightfall, heading north, following the lower edge of the Ork Roads, and now the sheltered shores of Lapide were long gone. The moons glowed overhead, the great moon shrunk down to a crescent, like a half-closed eye.

A single cloud gull skimmed the stars. The Leviathan's unnatural snow made them look as if they were falling: a gentle rain of stars across the sea, dissolving as they touched the waves.

"Trim the sails," Azare called, and Guilan at wheel relayed the order. The sails creaked; the Mistfox slowed, waves crashing against its bow. Ziva hung back, resting a hand on the gunwale.

Azare stared out to sea. There was still time to change his mind, to find another way. To run and never look back.

Footsteps came up from behind him, and Alois leaned, wordless, against the railing, a long arm's length away from Azare. He stared like Azare had done, out past the bowsprit, past the faint green reflections of the running lights.

Azare took a slow breath and pushed his hands deep into his pockets. "You don't miss it until you've left it behind."

"What?"

"Land."

Alois smiled. "I like it out here," he said. "Finally, some peace and quiet. Little enough of that where we're going."

Silence fell. Azare listened to the creak of the rigging, the voices of the night crew, the faint chime of a sailor's charm someone had tied to the bowsprit, crab-claws and small silver bells and stones brought all the way from Estara.

Regret welled in him- that he hadn't had the chance to go home, to see those red shores and glorious sunsets, to see the heat-shimmer off Pavaloir, the high fortress walls of the Tower on its crag, like some great rock guardian.

That he'd never gotten to see Daval again.

He wished he'd been the one to kill him. He wished he'd put his hands around Daval's throat and laughed as he throttled the life from him. He wished he could have spoken with Daval, just one more time, the two of them standing together like they'd once stood together. To be with him and find forgiveness. More than anything he wished he'd been there with the man who was once his friend, knelt beside him and held him and stayed with him to the last.

It didn't matter anymore. Daval was gone. Alois mattered now, not the dead.

"I know..." Azare began. "I know you were close to Isabella Valere. I'm sorry."

Alois nodded. "She died with honor," he said quietly.

"Doesn't make it better," Azare told him. Alois glanced up at him, but said nothing.

Silence fell once more.

After a moment Azare shifted, stepping away from the railing. "It's time, Highness," he told Alois.

Cereza had come on deck, ghostly in her fringed cloak, her long, pale hair blowing in the wind. It chilled Azare, full of ice and the chill of distant storms. He stood back from the bow. The Witchhunters made a ragged circle at his back, all battered uniforms and haunted eyes, and standing all the same. A rush of gratitude gripped him.

He caught Ziva's eye. She gave him a nod.

This was no Alkona, no standing stones and ritual ground. Still, the stars were wild, the snow dashed to flurries on the breeze. Azare hoped it was holy enough.

He reached for his belt and drew the bone knife, smooth and pale, its point rusty with blood. Another gust of wind winnowed down, filling the furled sails.

Azare opened his palm to the sky.

"I call you," he whispered.

He brought the point of the knife into his palm, and twisted. Blood filled his palm, running down his wrist to wick his cuff black. The wind kicked the waves to a rush, rocked the whole of the Mistfox. The sea heaved around them. Waves peaked to whitecaps. The snow flurried, glittering like loosed stars.

"Come on," he heard Ziva urge.

It came. From high overhead- a thrum. A spike of pressure.

A wingbeat.

The shape blotted the stars, the snow: a shadow in the wilderness of the night, a form parting the mist. Wind cascaded over the deck as the witch flared its wings, head snaked back, eyes golden. The running lights spat bright blue.

Azare sensed a current of unease flash through his Witchhunters, sensed tightened jaws and tension. Little wonder. Last time they'd faced a witch they'd seen their comrades burned to cinders by her lightning. By his side, Ziva cut them a glare. There were no weapons here. For good or for ill, they'd come on deck unarmed.

The witch settled to the bow, great talons gashing wounds in the railing and bowsprit, wings lifted in twin arcs. His eyes fixed on Azare, pupils narrowed to pinpricks.

Azare lowered his hands and stepped forward. In a shiver of feathers the witch folded his wings, in and in, becoming smaller, twisting down on himself. Down crumbled from his pale limbs, his skinny shoulders. He became a boy again, balanced on the bowsprit, his black toenails digging into its wood.

"You called me," he said.

"You followed me."

The witch-boy grinned, his teeth sharp as a shark's. "What do you want?" He cast a look across the ship, lifting his hands, clenching them to clawed fists. "Your crew drowned? Your pretty ship shattered?"

With each word the wind's strength grew, rising to a gale shriek like knives. "All your bones sunk to the bottom of the sea?"

"I want to make a bargain," Azare said.

The wind died down, as quick as it had come. Snow danced in its wake, and the witch-boy's eyes brightened, twin moons in his pale face. He watched as Azare approached, as he stood before him, still holding the bloody knife.

"I need your help," Azare said. "You're no ordinary creature, are you?"

"There are still those of us who remember who we were before we hungered for the Leviathan's power, the Leviathan's blood," the boy said. "Before cunning Mazarin made a mockery of the Leviathan's gifts, when our power was our own. And I remember, too, what might be moved with it."

"Then I ask for that power."

"You know as well as I do that balance is demanded by the Leviathan. I cannot give without first being given in turn. So I ask you, Severin Azare." A feather of icy wind stroked Azare's cheek. "What will you give me?"

What, indeed.

Last time it was blood, a nameless prisoner's throat sliced and spilled over the stones. A pool of rainwater turned red. The witch chained against his will, his own magic turned against him. And what had he given before? Alois, for Estara. Alois, for all.

How he'd thought he knew the meaning of sacrifice.

And what did he have to give now? His own life? He'd give it if that was what it took, but Azare knew it wasn't enough. To die here, in this lonely, starlit place- that would make him a martyr, a legend of Estara, another to be carved in its King's Hall and revered beyond reason. A nation feigning strength while clinging to its past, even as it bled, even as it cried out to be saved.

He would become its true son, sanctified by sacrifice. He would become what Daval always wanted. Statues in a desert, statues worshipped by the starving.

Oh, Daval. His heart twisted. No. Daval was dead. Daval was gone. His ways were gone, too, and there was no looking back.

What will you give me?

Azare lifted his head.

"I give you my heart," he said, and sank to his knees. "I give you my life in Estara."

He heard Ziva's hiss of an inhale beside him, sensed Alois's eyes on him. He didn't turn, didn't break from the witch's gaze. "If you swear to help me, to carry my ship and my fleet over the seas in pursuit of the Leviathan, I will never set foot on Bellana's ground again. I'll do so on pain of all your wrath. I'll leave its shores, and leave them forever."

The witch's eyes were wide. "You would forsake Estara," he said. "You would do this."

"Yes."

"Then promise me, Captain Azare."

"I promise you," Azare said. Each word tasted sharp in his mouth. "With my blood, with my bones, with all that I am, I swear."

With the rustle of feathers the witch's wings unfurled, as if from the substance of the night. They stirred the air as the boy stepped down from the bowsprit, alighting on the deck. He paced toward Azare, pale feet silent on the planks.

Gently he took Azare's left hand, its palm still bleeding. Azare shivered as the witch uncurled his fingers, as he lifted the wound to his mouth and lapped at the blood, his teeth scraping raw flesh. His pupils swelled, nearly filling his eyes.

A pulse shuddered through the wind, through the deck, through the sea and sky. The stars flared bright as fires.  

The witch-boy raised his head again, mouth smeared with blood. Without warning, his hand shot forward, pressing to Azare's chest, just over his heart.

Azare gasped; cold splintered through him, then heat, then pain. It speared him, white and blinding, and just as fast was gone. Strange colors danced in his eyes. He pitched forward and the boy caught him, keeping him on his knees.

"You promise me," the witch-boy echoed. His mouth brushed Azare's ear. "And may your heart beat once and then no more if this you break."

"Then...then it's done," Azare managed.

"Done," the witch whispered. "And done, and done."

He released him; the backdraft of his wings scattered ice. In one leap he took to the sky. With a wingbeat he transformed and soared aloft. There he circled, small as a seabird. The Mistfox rocked on the unsettled sea.

On his knees, Azare looked down at his palm. The wound had sealed. His blood was dry on the bone knife. He pressed his hand to his heart, feeling in it the pulse of magic, the geas sealing his promise. As if in answer the breeze picked up, hissing through the furled sails, coiling round the masts. The witch-boy had honored his bargain. They'd have their fair winds, enough to drive an armada before them, and with luck, bear them in time.

He thought of Estara, of its red shores, its spires, its plagues and its dust and the haunting song of the wastes. The wind that was a living thing. Gone, and gone forever.

But it was not gone, not for Estara. Only for him. The past was dead. All that mattered now was what to come.

At any cost, he thought. At any sacrifice.

Azare rose, shaking. He faced his crew. "What...what are you shirking for?" he said, searching each set of eyes on him. "You feel those winds, so catch them. We have leagues to sail, so set to."

"You heard the bloody captain," Ziva cried.

She strode ahead, calling orders, the silent deck bursting into movement. At the wheel she paused, and gave him a long look, then faced her crew again.

Azare turned and began away, wincing, the tang of magic heavy in his mouth. He needed the dark. He needed whiskey, if Ziva had left him any.

"Azare. Wait."

He looked back. Alois faced him, his curls ruffled and flecked with snow.

"I..." Alois went on. "I wanted to thank you."

Azare waited. So did Alois, as if collecting his thoughts.

"You helped me back in Valeris," he said. "You told me about Sirin, about the monster. And that helped Luca, and...and Cereza, too."

"You care for her, don't you?"

Alois nodded. He pulled his cloak collar around his face. His brows were furrowed together, his face serious, too serious for a boy his age.

But he wasn't a boy any longer, no more a child, never again. He was the king of Estara, king of the broken country Daval and Enzo Acier, Etain Belmont and Jasque Azare and a thousand other sovereigns had left behind for him to piece back together. It was the legacy Azare had left for him, the only inheritance he had to give. A deadly task, a daunting one, one he desperately wished Alois didn't have to undertake. Still, he knew Alois would never leave it behind. Azare knew, with everything he was, his son would see it through to the end.

"I'm grateful you're here," Alois said. "I...I don't want to be, but I am. I'm glad you're with me. I'm glad you lived."

Azare drew a tight breath. Neither he nor Alois moved. The night was wild around them with snow and with stars.

"I can't forgive you," Alois said at last. "And I don't know if I can-" He drew a short breath. "If I can ever call you my father. But I know how much my mother loved you. She wouldn't have done what she did if she hadn't. I trust that. As Estara's king, I trust you to see this through."

"I won't betray your trust again."

"For all our sakes," Alois said, "I believe you."

He turned and retreated belowdecks. Azare stood alone in the starlight, the bitter taste of magic fading from his tongue.

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When She Was Bad

Here we go, Season 2!

Recap time with Antony Stewart Head doing the voice over.

Willow and Xander quizzing each other on movie quotes with ice cream, because friendship.

Xander says he's over Buffy, but he's still kind of interested.

Buffy was in LA over the summer, but didn't keep in contact with her friends that much?

And we get the first hints of romance between Xander and Willow even though nothing happens until season 3 They do have an almost kiss, but a vampire appears. Luckily Buffy is there to save the day.

Updated season 2 opening titles, and David Boreanaz is now part of the main cast.

Hugs all round.

Something is off with Buffy, whenever The Master is mentioned Buffy zones out.

Oh look, Hank Summers makes a rare appearance. Okay, here we see that despite that divorce Hank and Joyce are still on good terms with each other. Kind of makes m wish that they kept that instead of Hank being an absent father. It seems like he actually wanted to be in his daughter's life in someway.

Back to school and we see Cordy with her first world problems.

Ah, Snyder, such a loathing or kids and vivid imagery.

Boy sees girl, boy turns into gibbering fool- Giles sees Jenny, Giles turns into gibbering fool. Good timing there.

Snyder just being left talking to himself as he says he might as well be doing that. Humour doesn't have to be big laughs, sometimes small ones work just as good.

Giles at Burning Man, that would definitely be something.

Updated school sets, because they got a bigger budget this season.

The gang is back together. Giles is happy to see Buffy.

Willow and Xander had a bet going to see how long it would take for Giles to say he will consult his books. See, small humour works. Also true to form for Giles.

Training montage! Lots of quick movement to hide the stunt double's face.

Giles can tell that something is wrong with Buffy by her use of force and strength. Then we see a quick glimpse of The Master and we can deduce that Buffy most likely has PTSD. She is angry over what happened to her and wans to be prepared. While that makes sense, she isn't actually dealing with her emotions in a healthy way, or at all. She is taking her anger out on the training tool, but not properly processing what happened. I don't know much about PTSD but I would be surprised if Buffy didn't suffer in some way. Like seriously, she died and was brought back, that is going to have some serious ramifications, especially considering the circumstances which caused her death. This is also a complaint of mine for season 6. They brought Buffy back and just expected her to be normal after a few days? Fuck no! Get fucking real here. I can give them a pass this time because this is still all new to them. But in season 6, they should have known better.

A new group of vampires are in town, and the Anointed One is back.

Bad dream for Buffy. Does she ever have good ones?

Angel appears through her window to watch her sleep. Did he teach Edward Cullen that move?

Buffy gives Angel the brush off. He almost looks hurt. They did miss each other though. That's nice

Joyce knows something is wrong, but since when does kids tell their parents anything?

Cordelia wants in on the demon talk? She is trying, points for effort.

So, I have the two Cibo Matto songs featured in this episode on my YouTube Music playlist. I'm not a Spotify person, I use YouTube a lot so that justifies me having Premium. Also, they are good songs.

Digging up The Master's grave, can't be good. I am glad they gave the Anointed One a normal voice.

Buffy appears and the music changes to give a more creepy tone to the atmosphere. Angel didn't deserve her anger though.

Buffy pisses off everyone with one dance and a sentence. Talk about efficient.

Okay, part 2 tomorrow.

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Hey proseman! It's timeline time!! Legacy: 8, 15. Sarril: 6! And then be nice to him with a 7. And did you think you'd ever get an ask from me that didn't have Ecstasy in it. She's your sexy, sexy albatross, bitch. Ecstasy: 4, 12

oh bitch i know you love her dont you worry you’ll get your ecstasy time. dyke looking ass :/

also since i’m answering this 2 years late i’m not doing sarril fksdfhskdj i’m prioritizing my tiefs instead. war is hell (war is my inability to reliably write).

Legacy:

8. The timeline in which they gain everything they want, except the thing they wanted the most.

(TW in this one for fucked-up hell stuff and the pretty much unprovoked goring/murder of a low-tier devil who can’t fight back.)

It’s hot, in the Hells. Even for something like Legacy now is - she’s still changing, and she’s somewhere in between tiefling and devil, that amorphous middle that means she’s still hot. All the time.

Zariel doesn’t really trust her yet, but that’s okay. It turns out that her grandmother is still surprisingly warm, even down here, and Legacy is just as soothed by her talons in her hair now as she ever was up top.

It turns out that there’s still plenty for a devil’s lackey to do, even if they’re not trusted, especially when they still have the same amount of power as they did when they were - alive? on the Material Plane?

Legacy hasn’t figured which she is. “Dead” and “alive” aren’t exactly the same when you’re no longer really where alive people go.

The fact is, it no longer matters to her. When she’s finished transforming - perhaps Zariel’s left hand while Baba is her right - she’s betting she cares even less than she does now.

Anyway, it’s hot. It might be hot for a long, long while. Still, she could have it worse.

Two of the imps - what were their names? - Drogmud and Golvan, or something like that - are bothering one of the lemures. Legacy doesn’t know its name, and she probably never will.

Drogmud and Golvan - okay, that’s definitely isn’t right but it was definitely a D and a G - flit around the mass of flesh that resembles a head, poking sharp fingers into it and drawing blood. They’re giggling, a harmony with its quiet pained moans.

Down here, things are simple. There’s a hierarchy, easy enough to learn and easier still to understand - the ones on the bottom get crushed, the ones on top get power.

Legacy’s on top. She enjoys Zariel’s palace and Baba’s attention (Bheyd in front of Zariel, and Orias everywhere else) and the fact that she’s not being ground under boots.

There’s a dim memory, from up top, of a large tome and the word lemure. The footsoldiers of the Hells, the bottom of the ladders. Dying over and over again in an endless war.

Legacy’s only died once. Twice, arguably. She remembers the terror of it. The cold, the dark. She can’t imagine doing it for eternity, without any letting up, without any hope of promotion, just slow oozing over cracked pavement, babbling gibberish in Infernal. Laughed at by even imps. Bleeding for the bad humor of two devils that don’t ever get much bigger than housecats.

Golvan pokes again, this time getting one of the lemure’s eyes. It makes a truly pitiable sound and finally smacks at the imps that have been bothering it this whole time.

Legacy watches it miss. But that doesn’t matter.

Legacy watches the imps descend upon it like locusts. Teeth and claws turn the lemure to meat, the gibbering mouth of it shrieking in pain, wordless and pleading.

That could have been her, she knows, without Baba. Her horns have started to branch and they’ve started looking bleached, and there’s nubs in her back of growing wings - they itch like hell - but she could have been... that. She’s lucky. She has what she wanted.

The lemure finally gives up, shrieking turning to choking. The imps leave the flesh before it starts to dissolve, bored now that their meal isn’t fighting and complaining. That lemure will, over a few days, rejuvenate wherever its remains are thrown out and be right back to where it was before - bothered by imps, or maybe torn to shreds by demons, later. One of the nameless masses. Never promoted. They could have been the most evil person in the Material Plane or simply have made one too many bad decisions, and they’ll be here forever.

And that could have been her. If she hadn’t stayed with Baba, if she had passed up the power she has now, she’d be the one watching the tiefling see her ripped apart, asking for help and getting none. She wouldn’t be the one watching.

No, this was the right decision. Power is - this is what she wants.

She should get back to Baba.

Legacy kicks the wet flesh as she passes it, and barks to the imps, “Clean up your own messes, or you’ll join them.”

She doesn’t look back to see what they do with it.

15. The timeline in which they let a chance go by.

There’s a lot of noise on the docks at this time of day. This part of Os Kvelya is a little crowded, because the Lower Docks’ streets aren’t quite wide enough for the volume of people they serve. Legacy’s always wondered how deliberate a choice it was, if some city planner ever decided they could go just a little narrower to fit in one more tiny apartment on the block.

Still, even with that noise, there’s an easy way to figure out what is and isn’t normal. The normal noise is like a low drone, occasionally shattered by sharp noise from only a couple feet away as a mom cries out a name to keep her child nearby or a worker gets berated for getting in late. Normal conversation. Normal day in the docks.

What isn’t normal is a scream like that.

A scream like that gets attention, and more importantly, gets Legacy’s attention.

She makes her way to it immediately. With a scream like that, something’s happened, and with a scream like that, there’s something for someone like Legacy to do.

She’s not the first one on the scene, unfortunately. There’s a crying woman - the source of the scream, probably - and a dead body. More than that, there’s a group.

Some albino wolf sniffs at the corpse as - going off the veil and the authoritative shouting Legacy had just heard - a Gravedigger and a city guard start their own investigation.

Legacy pauses. Considering.

Chance lets the world pause, too, to let her decide.

She steps back with the crowd. Bad luck that she wasn’t there first, but she’s not getting involved with a Gravedigger et al.

The world turns on.

Chance takes another path.

Ecstasy:

4. The timeline in which they knew beforehand of something they would have prevented if given the chance.

Raini’s meant to leave today, for the Hells.

Ecstasy isn’t going to let her. She knows better. There’s some... sixth sense she has, who the hell knows where it’s from. Maybe it’s another gift of Asmodeus’, the same way the horns and tail are. Maybe it’s that damned gun, still draping over her shoulders and whispering her own voice in her ear.

Either way, Raini’s meant to leave today.

She’s deeply asleep when Ecstasy sneaks out of bed. Ecstasy’s very good at sneaking, and after a night like last, Raini’s not stirring anytime soon. Maybe that’s the only reason Ecstasy’s doing this.

No, there’s more to it. She knows, somehow. If Raini goes to the Hells, she won’t be coming back. Not dead, but - gone. Ecstasy knows the same way she just knows Infernal.

“Arvest,” she hisses, shaking the bundle belowdeck. “Up, now.”

Arvest, confused but compliant, follows Ecstasy up to the deck, the sun only just starting over the horizon, like it’s considering just going back to bed with everyone else. “What do you need, Captain?”

“I need a Sending,” Ecstasy tells them. “And I need you to mess around with it.”

Arvest blinks slowly. “How?”

“Listen. I need you to send this to Cylthia, okay? And make yourself sound like Raini, or as close as you can.”

Arvest holds up a finger, then fishes out a wire. Ecstasy lets them work. They usually mess with their material components when they need to mess with a spell. They consider it for a second, bending it around and pinching the end of the loop so it’s a little pointed. The ends of the wire get twisted together, then Arvest holds it up. It looks a little like a feather. “What’s the message?”

“Cylthia,” Ecstasy starts.

The feather vibrates a little and almost echoes, Raini’s voice, Cylthia.

“I’m not coming to Hell.” not ... Hell. “I know we talked, but I'm enjoying my retirement. Bring someone from the B team and apologize for me.“ retirement ... team ... apologize ...

Arvest does their thing, then tilts their head. Cylthia responding.

“She’s confused,” they report. “At least, more or less.”

“Send back.”

Arvest holds up the feather again.

“What's confusing? I was clear, I'm not going. Take Dezon or something. Leave without me. I don't want to explain to four more people. Go.”

Arvest goes silent again. “I think she bought it.”

“Okay, good. I don’t think she can cast Sending to check, so. When Raini doesn’t teleport in, they’ll take it as legit.”

Ecstasy avoids Arvest’s questioning, disapproving look. Raini’s not going anywhere. Raini’s going to sleep through their meeting time and teleport to an empty room. By then, the other Motherfuckers will already be in the Hells, and Raini won’t be able to get to them.

She’ll be incensed that Ecstasy didn’t wake her up, and when the story comes up, furious at the lie, but she’ll be here. That’s what matters. That’s all that matters.

12. The timeline in which they had a person in their life when they needed one the most.

Here’s the thing about Ecstasy. She had everyone she needed. Her parents were great, her childhood was fine. She became one of the most feared slash respected ship captains in the world. What does she have to complain about? Where does anyone get off, saying she needs someone?

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m just so thirsty, says the voice in her ears. You can’t imagine. She will need a funeral. Isn’t this a small price to pay for the power I give, though? It’s your own fault, you fucking forgot, didn’t you? I get so thirsty, I warned you. Wipe the blood out of your nose. I’ll drink that too, don’t think I won’t. If no one else is around.

Ecstasy considers throwing the gun into the ocean beneath them. But that won’t fix the corpse behind her. It probably won’t stop her making another, either, it’ll just make them harder to kill.

She’ll need another first mate.

“Ecstasy?” comes the voice from behind her.

It’s not- it’s Raini, not- Ecstasy recognizes the voice, anyway. One of the ship passengers not cooling to ambient.

“What?”

You sound angry, says the voice. Sing-song.

“What?” Ecstasy asks again, angrier.

She turns. Raini’s got her hands up. “Excuse me. You’re the one brooding over here.”

Ecstasy glares. For a woman who’s been here a sum total of five times, Raini’s kind of an uppity bitch.

“What,” she repeats.

Raini crosses her arms. “When are you moving her?”

“When I’m ready.”

“She can’t stay on the deck forever. Get someone to bury her. Hell, I’ll do it. I used to be in a temple.”

Ecstasy, despite herself, despite everything in her head right now, is surprised. “You were?”

Raini rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to sound so surprised. Yeah. I’ve got it.”

Ecstasy finally flicks her eyes to the body. The blood probably won’t stain the deck - it’s treated - but. But.

“You need to take care of her,” she finally says.

Weak.

“I’ll bring my coworkers, minus Lent. They’ll take her off.” Ecstasy gets the impression Raini is trying to be nice.

“Bring Zize,” Ecstasy says. “I’m - I don’t want this anymore.”

Coward.

“Alright. Sure. You’re the captain.” Raini looks to her too. “You’re... are you, you know?”

“No,” Ecstasy says. “But thanks.”

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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

#yes i want things to be free like ??? that is not a weird desire #'but but it costs money to keep up' ok and? how is that my problem #the government has plenty of murder dollars they could reallocate a few to make internet services universal if they wanted #also these companies were perfectly capable of supporting themselves before the internet got drowned with ads so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #edit: muting notifs on this post bc new additions have kind of petered out #so no one feel bad about adding something someone else has said‚ it is not bothering me im just trying to keep my #notifs page cleanish lol #also since i saw some people are being redirected to read my tags: firstly hiiiiii this is a special secret message for you:3 #secondly i have learned since making this that the reason they were able to support themselves previously was because #of investors bankrolling everything #and theyre now finally realizing that theyre never going to actually make a profit and arent as willing to invest #however thats just a minor correction and doesnt change my overall point #once again. so many murder dollars #so thats why im just adding it here in the tags rather than making an actual correction #anyways . love yall 💕 #origibberish #bigger gibbers

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WWE The Rock Speaking Hulk Hogan’s Language

And from what I gather he's saying it's not entertainment with hulk Hogan the same and most of the time and he's trying to jazz people up and he's doing the job and he's doing it all the time and his gibbering like these guys do and it's repulsive sleep act out but I know he was doing just like Andre the Giant grab the throat and it I know what that means to it means tear the throat out and the Scots used to see it all the time with their bagpipes

Zues Hera

So repulsive thing they do it's very vulgar and rude and obscene and it's also kind of stupid and he's not thinking of me as a foreigner sometimes it does and so now yout getting it it's a little caustic everybody's fighting everybody else I mean it's ridiculous he says he is that they have a plan for the foreigners and they're going to continue no matter what but really it is so harsh and stupid and way out there okay you don't know if you can go into space with these things you don't know if they ships could take it nobody's tested one I don't know what to tell you it's it's not really brain surgery and we can think about it in a few minutes and it seems no one else can it's one thing to do that it's another to have your dogs up there and cross the t's and everybody's ready to go and like leave and just go out there and freeze just leave okay we don't want to be bombed we won't stop you you won't go anywhere don't worry about it the stone is not right I mean sure my father did a number on you and it seems you really knew what he was doing we're not as big as that guy is going to be and it's got to be Dave and really he knew what he was doing and your after his computer is after tying it up and we know about that but and I suppose you go mental too but really the attitude from start to finish is horrible and they've been doing it before JC and Mary came along and it's set in stone but your defenses in your method or not anywhere we're taking apomling and we don't know if we can beat this computer

The rock

What's true as hell is this computer cannot be let loose and people think that really huge ones were they were it's very wrong and it's messing us up big time and it's illegal. It's against the law to have this kind of AI and loose and these people need to be arrested for it and you have to use it in containment I've never seen so many people use it and they're not okay these people don't know if it works if the computer is even there it makes for all of the show

Hulk Hogan you're welcome at my place the arena to watch shows and says he's going to try and get there can't really go to Vegas for a while might become a mess because all these people camping nearby he said I'm out there but really it's a plant pressure and it's just a lot of work to get some money he wants to see it a match probably to bring bill and I have to avoid everything instead of conflicting that sounds like fun and find them in a Burger King somewhere lol

It actually sounds like a lot of fun and we'll probably do that I'll probably be in shape a little bit and Preston will be a little bigger and my grandson will be probably 6'1 and stalking and that's about it it sounds familiar and this is a nightmare what the hell

Bill

Boy that's the grossest thing I've ever heard I just can would be one of the girls Ken

Preston

No I'm the grandkid he shows up fat says well probably Jason that makes sense

Ken

You're all Brothers you're welcome to the show this some bad blood but it's not really it's not really as you staying to be choked out a little used to do it to each other okay you do it with your forearm and it's a cheaper way to do it but you know you come to the show and hang out and talk and that's good and then Rock of course is welcome we have a problem with these computers they take over the demons like they took over these weaklings we're all done because the demons can keep going this weeklings can't it's kind of a trick and they're tricky

Hulk Hogan

They're not the only ones doing it but we do see what you're saying it is a very bad thing he's right on the money with it and the president and vice president and the people running the country should make legislation that makes sense this is a nightmare these people don't like to take it and we don't want it out there either and it is a horrifyingly powerful computer will and Bill have it but they have field versions and yeah they isolated you know that nobody does it right except them sometimes they're always forced to try and do things different and it's terrible these computers can make a mess out of everyone we need to go after them now

Thor Freya he wants a full assessment by computer people and he wants to do a test with zigzag and really it's important

Olympus we're going to go ahead and approve it now

I'm going to do it and I said it and he knows it but really this is very important and I believe that even if the big ones are not activated that they're severe threat because the design and even if they're not there they have stuff that's comparable sort of and really can make a big mess it's too much and it's illegal and there's a reason for it you're making another being and it's not human and it can be smarter than most of you people here

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It has an exceptionally standard seem with vibrant tiles and also a water fountain. This riad is famed for its super big rooms with humongous beds. If you want to really feel like a royal devoid of investing an excessive amount of dollars, This is actually the location in which you'll want Tour to remain.

You can also visit this oasis of art and landscaping at Majorelle Gardens after which you can learn to experience a camel for the La Palmeraie over a 50 %-working day city escape in Marrakech. Read more.

[sublimedevastation]

The Lost Son

1. The Flight

At Woodlawn I Heard the dead cry: I was lulled by the slamming of iron, A slow drip over stones, Toads brooding wells. All the leaves stuck out their tongues; I shook the softening chalk of my bones, Saying, Snail, snail, glister me forward, Bird, soft-sigh me home, Worm, be with me. This is my hard time.

Fished in an old wound, The soft pond of repose; Nothing nibbled my line, Not even the minnows came.

Sat in an empty house Watching shadows crawl, Scratching. There was one fly.

Voice, come out of the silence. Say something. Appear in the form of a spider Or a moth beating the curtain.

Tell me: Which is the way I take; Out of what door do I go, Where and to whom?

Dark hollows said, lee to the wind, The moon said, back of an eel, The salt said, look by the sea, Your tears are not enough praise, You will find no comfort here, In the kingdom of bang and blab.

Running lightly over spongy ground, Past the pasture of flat stones, The three elms, The sheep strewn on a field, Over a rickety bridge Toward the quick-water, wrinkling and rippling.

Hunting along the river, Down among the rubbish, the bug-riddled foliage, By the muddy pond-edge, by the bog-holes, By the shrunken lake, hunting, in the heat of summer.

The shape of a rat? It's bigger than that. It's less than a leg And more than a nose, Just under the water It usually goes.

Is it soft like a mouse? Can it wrinkle his nose? Could it come in the house On the tips of its toes?

Take the skin of a cat And the back of an eel, Then roll them in grease,- That's the way it would feel.

It's sleek as an otter With wide webby toes Just under the water It usually goes.

2. The Pit

Where do the roots go? Look down under the leaves. Who put the moss there? These stones have been here too long. Who stunned the dirt into noise? Ask the mole, he knows. I feel the slime of a wet nest. Beware Mother Mildew. Nibble again, fish nerves.

3. The Gibber

At the wood's mouth, By the cave's door, I listened to something I had heard before.

Dogs of the groin Barked and howled, The sun was against me, The moon would not have me.

The weeds whined, The snakes cried The cows and briars Said to me: Die.

What a small song. What slow clouds. What dark water. Hath the rain a father? All the caves are ice. Only the snow's here. I'm cold. I'm cold all over. Rub me in father and mother. Fear was my father, Father Fear. His look drained the stones.

What gliding shape Beckoning through halls, Stood poised on the stair, Fell dreamily down?

From the mouths of jugs Perched on many shelves, I saw substance flowing That cold morning.

Like a slither of eels That watery cheek As my own tongue kissed My lips awake.

Is that the storm's heart? The ground is unstilling itself. My veins are running nowhere. Do the bones cast out their fire? Is the seed leaving the old bed? These buds are live as birds. Where, where are the tears of the world? Let the kisses resound, flat like a butcher's palm; Let the gestures freeze; our doom is already decided. All the windows are burning! What's left of my life? I want the old rage, the lash of primordial milk! Goodbye, goodbye, old stones, the time-order is going, I have married my hands to perpetual agitation, I run, I run to the whistle of money.

Money money money Water water water

How cool the grass is. Has the bird left? The stalk still sways. Has the worm a shadow? What do the clouds say?

These sweeps of light undo me. Look, look, the ditch is running white! I've more veins than a tree! Kiss me, ashes, I'm falling through a dark swirl.

4. The Return

The way to the boiler was dark, Dark all the way, Over slippery cinders Through the long greenhouse.

The roses kept breathing in the dark. They had many mouths to breathe with. My knees made little winds underneath Where the weeds slept.

There was always a single light Swinging by the fire-pit, Where the fireman pulled out roses, Those big roses, the big bloody clinkers.

Once I stayed all night. The light in the morning came slowly over the white snow. There were many kinds of cool Air. Then came the steam.

Pipe-knock.

Scurry of warm over small plants. Ordnung! ordnung! Papa is coming!

A fine haze moved off the leaves; Frost melted on far panes; The rose, the chrysanthemum turned toward the light. Even the hushed forms, the bent yellowy weeds Moved in a slow up-sway.

5. "It was beginning winter"

It was beginning winter, An in-between time, The landscape still partly brown: The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind, Above the blue snow.

It was beginning winter, The light moved slowly over the frozen field, Over the dry seed-crowns, The beautiful surviving bones Swinging in the wind.

Light traveled over the wide field; Stayed. The weeds stopped swinging. The mind moved, not alone, Through the clear air, in the silence.

Was it light? Was it light within? Was it light within light? Stillness becoming alive, Yet still?

A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.

by Theodore Roethke

#the lost son #Theodore Roethke

[kirieshhhka003]

Can you do headcanons of fem! Illuso scissoring a female teammate in the mirror world? However, if you're not comfortable writing genderbents then that's fine l0l

A/n: omg I miss writing for lesbians sm, so here I fucking am. So basically all of La Squadra members are females here, idk why, I just felt like this

Pairing: fem! Illuso x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, pussyeating, scissoring, masturbation, fingering, squirting

Word count: 2,3k

It’s unbearably boring. You’ve spent at least 20 minutes just walking around La Squadra’s base and it’s still 30 more minutes until ye meeting starts. You and your fiancée Illuso decided to leave your home an hour before the rally, considering horrible traffic of Naples. But much to your surprise it took you less than 10 minutes to arrive, and now you both were supposed to wait for other members to gather

You are not the only ones who have arrived too early - Prosciutto, unofficial mom of hitman team, is already at the base, getting everything ready for the meeting, waiting patiently for others to arrive

Suddenly you feel Illuso’s hand wrapping around your waist from behind, her soft lips brush against your ear shell as she whispers lecherously:

- I want you, - those three simple words send herds of shivers running up and down your spine. Bright blush dusts your cheeks in a matter of seconds and you feel your heart starting to race into your chest. You furrow your eyebrows nervously, glancing at your fiancée over your shoulder

- Right here? - you ask, your throat feels desert dry and you swallow heavily but it doesn’t seem to help. You see your girlfriend nod affirmatively, wide leer stretching her shiny from lip gloss lips. - No, we can’t! What if we’re getting caught? - you utter, trying to be as quiet as possible so your colleagues are not able to hear what you two are talking about

- Baby, sometimes you forget about what I’m capable of. Y’know, that kinda hurts, - Illuso says as her lush lips form into a cute pout, but the glimmer of mischievousness in her eyes betrays her actual intentions

You shift from one foot to the other, looking around, trying to figure out how much time will it take for all La Squadra members to arrive to the base. You hear your beloved tsk behind you, annoyed by your suddenly timid behavior, and her hand that was previously resting on your waist slowly comes higher. You hold your breath, secretly expecting her to give your chest a playful squeeze, but girl only slightly brushes her fingertips against the bottom of your tit, shamelessly teasing you

- So what? - she tuts mockingly and you bite down on your lower lip, looking nervously at Prosciutto sitting in her favorite armchair, reading some magazine she’s found on the coffee table standing in the middle of the meeting room

- Okay, fine, - you give up and hear Illuso humming approvingly at your response, fully satisfied with herself

You clear your throat and refer to blonde female:

- Pros, we’ll take a walk around. There is still time before the meeting starts and we’ll check if there are any possible enemies around, - you gibber, and she looks intently at both of you, condemning look in her beautiful sapphire eyes, as if she knows what you two are planning on doing

- Okay, but don’t be late. We’re not gonna repeat ourselves if you two will be late and miss something, - female replies in her usual stern “teacher” tone, then turning her eyes back to the colorful pages of fashion magazine she’s been reading before

Immediately after Illuso grabs you by your hand, leading you to the bathroom, and you obey happily, already feeling warmth emerging in the pit of your stomach. You don’t even notice when brown-haired teleports you into the mirror world, but once you’re there she presses your body against the cold surface of the wall, her lips find yours, kissing you deeply, smearing both of your lipsticks on your cheeks

Your hand comes up to rest on Illuso’s nape, carefully not to ruin her hair, knowing how much girl hates that. She wastes no time, unbuttoning your wine-red shirt and taking it off of your body, her greedy fingers undoing hooks of your bra, exposing your soft chest to her hungry gaze. Illuso immediately busies her hands with your tits, softly moldings and jiggling tender flesh between her manicured fingers, making your nipples harden in a matter of seconds

- C’mon, - she says, taking your hand into hers and leading you out of the bathroom

- Where are we going? - you ask, trying your best to catch with her temp and not to crash on the floor. Once Illuso makes your way to the meeting room she pushes you softly so that you fall right on the soft cushions of sofa, placing her knee in between your splayed legs, grinding it against your groin, making you whine softly at her actions

- It would be hella uncomfortable to fuck you in that tiny bathroom, don’t you think so? - brown-haired drawls teasingly, her hands come to the waistband of your jeans, in a few experienced moves undoing the button and a zipper. - Take off your shoes and the rest of the clothes, - your fiancée orders and you’re quick to obey, doing as you’re told, soon sitting on the couch totally naked

Illuso wastes no time, taking off her dress and a bra, carefully hanging her clothed on the armrest of the armchair standing next to the couch, revealing her lithe curvy form to you, her lacy thongs are the only clothing that covers her body from your eyes

You whine softly, spreading your legs wide, giving Illuso a great view of your already wet pussy. Your hands come up to grab on your own breasts, playing with erected buds, making the fire in your stomach grow bigger. Brown-haired girl chuckles sonorously at your impatience, kneeling before you, placing both of her hands on your thighs, gently caressing your skin

You slide to the edge of sofa so that your groin is now closer to Illuso. Girl’s smile only gets wider at this and she places a few wet kisses on the inner sides of your thighs, making you tremble from anticipation. Despite her aspiration to tease the hell out of you brown-haired remembers about that scarce time you have to yourselves. She lowers her head, taking a first wide lick of your throbbing sex, parting slicked folds with her smooth tongue, making you squirm under her caresses

Illuso fully gives in, nestling her pretty face between your legs, pleasuring you with her skilled tongue, turning you into drooling goo in a mere minutes. She’s always like that when it comes to pleasuring you with her mouth - wild and unbridled, eager to bring you as much pleasure as possible. Most of the times she edges you to be end, eating you out for hours straight without letting you cum, and only when you beg so prettily for orgasm she takes pity of you, finally making you cum that hard that stars start blurring your vision

You try to muffle your wanton moans by nibbling on your fingers as you feel your fiancée slipping two of her slim pretty digits into your clenching heat, all while she licks and suckles on your labia and clit

- Hey, take that away. I wanna hear those precious sounds you make, - Illuso chides softly, her eyes look up at you with displeasure. You obey, taking your hand away from your mouth, crying out girl’s name oh so sweetly when she closes her lips on your throbbing clit, giving it a generous suckle, and she hums approvingly at this, sending mild vibrations running through your cunny

You feel your high quickly approaching you as Illuso harshly fucks your cute pussy with her fingers all while playing with your swollen clit. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for your climax to come, but suddenly brown-haired stops everything, pulling back from your crotch, making you whine and buck your hips upwards to get more of her attention

- Not so soon, honey. Lay on the couch and spread your legs wide, - Illuso orders, lovingly smacking one of your thighs. You comply unwillingly, slightly disappointed that your fiancée didn’t let you cum. Brown-haired takes her panties off, discarding them to the side and joining you on the couch

She crouches over your splayed form, kissing you deeply, messily tangling her tongue with yours, and you can taste your own juices on Illuso’s lips. Her hands grip on your breasts, kneading and playing with the soft pudge and you lean into her touch, arching your back off the couch, bumping your naked abdomen into Illuso’s and the feeling of her skin right next to yours drives both of you crazy

Brown-haired straightens her back and you let out dissatisfied grunt, wanting female to stay close to you for a bit longer. She gives you a mischievous smile, throwing one of her legs over your body so that she straddles one of your thighs with hers, leaving mere millimeters between your glistening pussies

She fidgets a little, trying to find more comfortable position, aiming her leaking pussy to yours. Soft sigh leaving Illuso’s lungs as she finally sits herself atop of you, clits rubbing tightly together. You grip on Illuso’s hips, squeezing her buttocks slightly, trailing your fingers up and down her thighs, causing goosebumps to rise on the smooth surface of her pale skin

Illuso starts rocking her hips back and forth, starting on a slow pace, gradually quickening her juttings. Your swollen little clit strokes right against the inner part of brown-haired’s thigh and so does hers. Girl tips her head back, letting out a loud wanton moan, this sound makes your heart flatter. Illuso tightens her grip on your knee, pressing her pussy tighter onto yours, making you squeal like a bitch in a heat

Your gaze falls on the polished surface of the mirror hanging on the wall right in front of the couch your fiancée scissors you on. You see Prosciutto and Formaggio discussing something vigorously with Risotto and Pesci listens intently to the chat between her colleagues. Wait, they can’t see you, right? Right?!

You quickly forget about that as brown-haired expands one of her hands to your tits, groping on your tender pudge, tugging on your swollen nipples what sends electric shocks running up your spine. You whine and rock your hips back softly, meeting Illuso’s thrusts, making the contact even more pleasurable

- Fuck, baby, more more more. Pleeeease, - you squawk, and Illuso gladly obliges, fastening the jutting of her hips, bringing you closer to your high with every movement

The curl of tension in the pin of your tummy snaps and the next moment you feel warmth suffusing your whole body. You cum with a loud cry of Illuso’s name on your lips, whole body trembling as she keeps on tribbing her clit against yours

Brown-haired let’s you ride out you orgasm before letting go of your leg, she sits herself in between your still splayed open legs, one hand comes to her groin to pleasure her swollen clit. Your eyes follow her every movement - she didn’t get off, but she definitely doesn’t plan on staying dissatisfied

You extent your hand, reaching your lover’s slit, slipping three of your fingers inside of Illuso (surprisingly or not they come in without any resistance, you know brown-haired can fit something way bigger inside). You start ramming your hand on the rapid speed, mercilessly fucking your fiancée’s pretty pussy, unapologetically hitting her g-spot with every new thrust

By the way her thighs start to tremble you can say that she’s close to her own climax. Just a mere moments later thick mewl escapes Illuso’s lush lips as her whole form starts shaking. You feel her gushing on your fingers, covering your exposed pussy and inner thighs in her love juices. You hungrily watch your fiancée squirt all over your body - wow, you didn’t expect that. But that’s definitely a highly pleasant bonus

- Holy shit baby, you’ve made a mess, - you chuckle, watching your beloved getting off her high, her stunning body still slightly trembling in aftershocks from recent orgasm

It takes you about 10 minutes to clean yourselves up and make each other look at least presentable. You look at the wall clock, suffering a bit to understand what time it is since everything is mirrored. Excellent, there are a few minutes lest before the meeting starts

You make your way outside of the base while still in the mirror world so that it won’t be overly obvious when you two come back from your “patrol”. Once you get inside of the base you meet face to face with Prosciutto. Both you and brown-haired freeze in place, not expecting to meet with any of teammates that soon

- So? - Prosciutto asks, her arms are crossed on her chest and pretty eyebrows are furrowed as she looks sternly at both you and Illuso. Your fiancée shrugs faintly, turning her gaze away, letting you know that she doesn’t intend on helping you with this conversation. You look angrily on your beloved but quickly divert your attention to the blonde standing in front of you

- What? - you query, having no clue what your colleague may possibly want from you

- Enemies. Did you find any? - Prosciutto explains, and by the tone of her voice nor look on her face you can’t clearly understand if she scoffs at both of you or actually being serious. Your mind fumbled with any answer, but your brain still can’t work properly after your recent orgasm

- Oh, yes, um… there are none. We’ve looked through every possible place they could’ve hidden, but didn’t find anyone, - you stammer out, hoping that blonde beloved you and won’t ask any more questions. She only hums quietly, satisfied with your answer, then sharply turns around on her hills, sashaying towards the meeting room

- Good. Now go, we’re starting in a few minutes

You can’t help but sight in relief at this words. God, the meeting hasn’t even started yet and you already feeling like a squeezed lemon. You glance on Illuso and by her half-lidded eyes you can say that she feels no different. Well, you just gotta hold on, and you feel like the next few hours will be pure torment for both you and your fiancée

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[gffa]

Do you think Anakin would be happy and fulfilled living a quiet life with Padmé and the twins on Naboo? This is with the idea that Palpatine was killed in ROTS and the Republic and Jedi didn’t fall.

I don’t think he would have been happy with that life, no, and I think Anakin very much wanted to be a Jedi who was able to affect things on a galactic scale. He knows it’s possible to leave the Jedi Order, he knows it’s possible for him to leave the Jedi Order.  He says as much to Ahsoka, that he’s considered leaving in The Clone Wars and, when he was probably about 12 or so, he made his intentions clear that he was going to leave in comic Obi-Wan & Anakin. Anakin says that he feels the galaxy calling to him and that he recognizes that, because he was a slave and was offered this huge opportunity to escape that life, what was he going to do?  Say no?  Anakin has given this thought and Obi-Wan’s objections are noted, but there’s never so much pressure that Anakin feels like he’s being dragged into staying:

By the end of the issue--during which Yoda makes a point to say the Jedi aren’t jailers, if Anakin wants to go, of course he can go--Anakin decides to stay, because he realizes how much he can do as part of the Jedi Order, that the theme of the story is that Obi-Wan and Anakin are stronger as part of the Jedi Order and the Republic, so that they can call for help to Carnelion IV because they’re part of something bigger. This shows two things: - In addition to how both the deleted scenes from the movies + Dooku: Jedi Lost show that there are busts of Jedi who leave, questions about them are considered worthwhile to ask/answer, and that they’re out where everyone can see them, so there is no stigma to leaving the Jedi Order.  Younglings know that it is always an option and people who leave (like Dooku during Attack of the Clones right up until he’s shown that he’s a Sith Lord) are spoken warmly of, their choices are considered valid. - Anakin is aware of both why he made the choice to join the Jedi in the first place and why he was choosing to leave, he’s not just reacting blindly.  He understands that he can leave at any time, he understands that he can come back (even if it would probably be difficult), he understands that it’s a serious choice. This is furthered by how he’s actually really supportive of Jedi philosophy in The Clone Wars (he teaches on Jedi beliefs about attachment to Ahsoka and Rex both), just not so much when it comes to himself and when fear is eating away at his gibbering thoughts on a personal level. He chooses to stay because what he wants is to make a difference on a galactic scale. But he also wants more.  He doesn’t want to choose between his two “marriages”, despite that he has all the evidence in the galaxy that both paths are equally valid.  He has no reason to feel forced to stay with the Jedi--he was already putting it in motion before he changed his mind, he sees the direct evidence of how they talk about other Jedi who have left, the whole “Chosen One” thing is never leveled at him by the other Jedi in any evidenced way, you can maybe argue that he felt obligated because of the war, but when you put it together with Anakin’s personality traits, like how he repeatedly expresses that he wants to do more more more, it makes more sense that Anakin is someone who wanted to stay, even when he thought about leaving sometimes. Also, I’m not sure I buy that he wanted a family--look at how he changes the subject almost every time Padme tries to talk about it or their future.  She says she wants to have the baby on Naboo, he’s silent until he says she’s so beautiful.  He doesn’t even ask about the baby once he hears Padme is dead.  When he has his nightmare, he doesn’t even seem to think��of the baby until Padme asks, and then he only brings up the baby as a way to dismiss the idea of talking to Obi-Wan.  (It’s not until much, much later that he wants Luke as his son, and even that seems to start out as wanting him like a possession rather than because of love.  Though, considering how hard the dark side is to break out of, that he got to the point of loving Luke just to love him, rather than to own him, that’s AMAZING, I love Anakin so much.) Anakin absolutely dreams of leaving the Jedi to be with Padme, but he’s made the informed choice to stay, because he wants to stay.  He wants to have the life where he goes and rescues people and saves the day and murders the bad guys in the face with his laser sword.  (He just doesn’t want the self-control applied to him when it comes to the choice of facing his fears vs ignoring them until they consume him.)

#anakin skywalker #jedi order #meta #anidala for blacklist #skyguy8108 #as always people are free to disagree! #i speak with confidence but that doesn't mean there's not room for others #who have perfectly valid different views