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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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I love all the smutt, really i do, but can we get some uhhhhh, TENDER fluff of the two????

Absolutely, dear anon? Let’s GO!

Sooga was a hard working man. He was not only responsible for Kohga’s welfare, but his happiness, and on occasion, his sexual satisfaction. Pair that with training of the troops, and overall making sure everything is spick and span, Sooga didn’t have much time for himself. Except for ONE day out of the year. His birthday. On his birthday, Sooga was allowed to do whatever he pleased. He was a bit stubborn about it, insisting he didn’t need it, but Kohga was relentless. Sooga hated leaving him alone, much less in the horny hands of the clan, but Kohga’s wishes were his commands. It was why he was here, right at lurelin village, and doing his favorite thing: fishing. Sooga LOVED fish, quite unlike his Master. It was nice; sitting at the end of the docks, with nothing but a fishing pole, a fishing spear, a bucket of bait, and an empty bucket for his catch.

You’d think it’d be dangerous, a yiga fishing so close to the village, but since he had been doing it for so long, the people of the village merely watched him occasionally, letting him go about his business. It was nice, and relaxing, smelling the ocean air. He already had a bucket full of porgies, and even a few crabs. They were fresh, lively. He had no idea how long he had been there, just that the sun was starting to set, and that his bait bucket was empty. Now was as good of a time as any to pack it up. He started to put his stuff away, and was about to dump them back into the ocean (he wasn’t allowed to bring them home, because Kohga HATED the smell of fish), when suddenly he felt someone tug at his leg. A little boy.

“Hey Mr! Are you gonna dump those fishes?”

“I was planning to. I cannot take them home.”

“Can we have ‘em?”

“Don’t bother the nice man, now!”

A woman, who he assumed was the child’s mother, dashed up to him, holding onto his shoulders. She gave an apologetic look, double checking the infant at her back.

“I’m so sorry sir, it’s your fish, do with them as you will.”

Sooga hesitated. The child looked longingly at the bucket.

“Do you not have food?”

“No! The meanie bokoblins just a bit offshore keep scaring the fishermen away! We haven’t had fish in forever!”

Sooga watched as a woman set up shop right next to him. No fish at her stand today. Merely arrows. Odd. Sooga nodded at her.

“Where is your house? I’ll carry it for you, it’s heavy.”

“Sir please, we don’t-”

“It wasn’t an option.”

While his voice was firm, she smiled at him. He walked behind her till he reached her doorstep, leaving the bucket right by her front door. The child dashed inside the house, yelling in joy. She looked at him, offering a sweet smile.

“Thank you so much, we can only survive so long on just palm fruit.”

Sooga nodded, before suddenly disappearing from her sight. He had things to do.

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“Sooga! Welcome back, how was-”

Kohga covered his nose with his hand, turning away from Sooga, who had just returned from his birthday trip. And apparently, he smelled worse than usual. No one else seemed to mind, but Kohga just hated the smell of the ocean. Sooga gave a soft chuckle at the overreaction.

“I apologize, after my fishing, I had some...monsters to deal with. I’ll go ba-”

“No no no! You smell AWFUL. Like, the WORST you’ve ever smelled! Like fish and absolute ass. Follow me.”

Kohga walked him towards his own personal bathing room, shutting the doors behind them. The bath seemed to have been ready in advance, and Sooga softly smiled.

“You had the bath ready for me?”

“It was for ME. I was GOING to smell nice and fresh when you got back, but no, you had to smell like death. Strip, bath, now.”

Kohga was usually much more patient. But Sooga could understand. If HE didn’t love the smell of fish, he’d be recoiling as well. Sooga obeyed regardless, completely stripping, save for his mask.

“Regardless, thank you, Master Kohga. You honor me with your hospitality. I can go on and swap with you when I’m done, if you’d like.”

“What- no. I’M bathing too, Sooga.”

Sooga froze a bit. The idea of Kohga being nude was a lot for him to handle, but the idea of him being nude and WET? Suffice to say, It made him gulp. Sooga suddenly felt self conscious, as if his body didn’t deserve to be in the presence of his body.

“Master Kohga, there’s no need to be indecent-”

“Sooga you’ve had my dick in your mouth, I really don’t know what you’re afraid of.”

Sooga opened his mouth to give a retort, but found himself unable. Kohga may have meant that in a funny way, but Sooga felt it made his heart ache. Why DID he continue to be so...uneasy, when Kohga had no qualms with his wants? Kohga didn’t seem to either notice, or care, about his inner turmoil, and instead stripped himself down. Not even underwear. Just a complete, and totally nude Kohga, standing right in front with him (minus his mask of course). Even worse, Kohga put his hair down. He un did his hair, revealing a mess of curly, poofy, black hair. Kohga combed his fingers through it, before noticing Sooga staring.

“That’s right, you’ve never seen me without this much clothes, huh?”

“I’ve….never seen your hair down. It’s...lovely.”

“I love how instead of staring at my dick, you pick my hair. You’re a big, gorgeous idiot, Sooga.”

Kohga patted his bare chest, before making his way into the tub. The tub was more or less a giant hot spring, but Kohga always felt like it wasn’t big enough, so he called it a tub. Kohga sighed in relief once his body hit the water, and Sooga swore he never saw his master so content. Sooga hesitated, before walking down the steps, and relaxed, just a bit away from Kohga. They sat there for a moment, absorbing the warmth, inhaling the smell of the fresh flowers (like Kohga’s favorite; the mighty thistle. It was an assertive, yet sweet smelling scent), and letting their bones nearly melt. Sooga could be this relaxed forever, had Kohga not said something.

“What are you doing, Sooga?”

Sooga tensed up, snapping out of his blissful daydream. He must’ve done something to offend him, done something to make Kohga ashamed of him. Sooga swallowed.

“I apologize, I’m not aware as to w-what-”

“You’re all the way over there.”

Kohga chuckled, and made his way right to Sooga’s side, wrapping an arm around him. Kohga’s body felt so soft and warm next to him. Sooga couldn’t believe this was all really happening. Kohga was actually sitting here, arm wrapped around him like he owned him. Sooga never recalled when he felt so important, so….worthy. Kohga grabbed a petal that floated in their tub, lightly flicking it in almost boredom. That was when Sooga suddenly grew bold.

“Do you...need help washing your hair, Master Kohga.”

Kohga looked at him in almost surprise, before shaking his head.

“I have a VERY specific way of washing it, Sooga. But,”

Kohga’s face was suddenly so close to his, with his hands planted so firmly on his chest.

“I can do yours, if you don’t mind me gettin’ a little handsy.”

Sooga could swoon right now. Master Kohga, the most incredible man ever, was offering to clean his hair. Sooga wanted to deny him, knowing he didn’t deserve his hands, but he nodded rather quickly. Kohga chuckled, before getting behind Sooga, and un doing the ribbon that kept his hair up. Sooga’s hair was long, straight, black, and it fell down gracefully across his back. Sooga didn’t like recalling the past, but Sooga always remembered how his father HATED the length of his hair. Always threatened to cut it, always tried to pull at it. He was expecting similar treatment from Kohga, when he felt his bare fingers strum through his locks.

“Bad enough you’ve got a nice body, now you have to compete with me in the hair department.”

“You...like it? You don’t think it’s too long?”

“No? What idiot would tell you that? You’ve got pretty hair, perfect for a pretty boy.”

Kohga’s lathered his hands in soap, before running through his hair. Master Kohga was so talented, scrubbing the sweet smelling soap into his hair so carefully yet efficiently. He was about to comment as such before Kohga’s fingers suddenly dug into his scalp. A light scrunch of his hair, nails strumming against his skin. It was so soothing, so tender and affectionate, for ONCE in his life, Sooga hadn’t thought what dangers could be present. Sooga was always thinking of what could hurt either him or his master. It felt odd, not having a single thought like that pop in his head.

“Sooga, wakey wakey.”

Sooga’s head snapped up, looking around widely for a second. Kohga laughed, smacking the water surrounding them.

“You fell asleep on me! You had your head bobbing up and down and everything. You never had anyone wash your hair before?”

“N...no. Never. I apologize, I shouldn’t have-”

Kohga grabbed a fistful of his hair, and gave it a light pull, getting Sooga’s attention.

“Shh. You’re fine. It’s fine. I’m VERY fine. It was cute. If I wasn’t worried about you drowning, I would’ve kept you like that.”

Kohga gave his hair a light pat, before starting on his own. Sooga held onto some of his hair, looking at it, as if he was suspicious of it.

“Master...Kohga. May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

Sooga watched him wash and scrub into his locks, watched as he scrubbed at his own body leisurely.

“I wanted to ask-why are you so...kind to me?”

“Because I like you. I’ve told you.”

“You like the other Blademasters, don’t you?”

“I like all the clan. But you especially. Reason being? You’re a big, strong guy who’d do anything for me. You’re a stiff, but you got a big heart. I feel comfortable with you. You get me. And I wish you’d be comfortable with me, Sooga.”

Sooga opened his mouth to retort, before silencing himself. He was right. He loved Koga, but he didn’t feel completely comfortable with him. With ANYONE, in fact. Sooga sighed, before cupping Kohga’s face in his hands. He ignored the soap and water, and that beautiful mop of hair.

“Master Kohga. I cannot explain everything to you, for that forgive me, But what I can tell you, is that I love you with all that I am. I’m as comfortable with you as I can make myself. You are my world. My light in my darkness. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth. It’s why I constantly question if I’m good enough for you. I was brought up to believe my worth was nothing. I want you to have the opposite of that. Everything.”

There was a moment of silence between them. One that was only interrupted by the water, and soft popping of bubbles. Kohga sighed.

“Lift your mask up, a bit. Just so I can see your mouth.”

Sooga obeyed, though his hands lightly trembled. There was a punishment instored for him, he knew it. At least, he thought that up until Kohga did the very same, and pressed his lips against his. Master Kohga...was kissing him. His lips were so soft, so full, as if they were the clouds themselves. Sooga sat there, dumbstruck, even as Kohga pulled away from him.

“Look, we all got bullshit pasts and junk, Sooga. But here and now, know that you’re special to me. Whatever someone told you however long ago, doesn’t matter now. I’M telling you you’re good. You’re worth my time. You’re something to me, you big, dumb man.”

Sooga had never been told he was something. Never been told he was worthy. It made his hands shake a bit, before he suddenly found himself sweeping Kohga into his arms, and kissing him again. He wasn’t rejected. Wasn’t pushed away. He embraced him, arms thrown around his neck and hands digging into his soapy scalp. Kohga pulled away this time, and Sooga caught a glance of that smirk. Oh be still his beating heart.

“Sooga, I know it’s your birthday and all, but I got a command for you.”

“Anything, name it.”

“Sit here, and kiss me until you’re sick of it.”

“So...kiss you forever?”

Kohga laughed, before throwing himself at Sooga, lips locked onto his own as the water splashed around them. Nothing else mattered, but Kohga.

#asks #kohga #sooga

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ralphspina · 3 years

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Landing

A fun little something I wrote to fill one of the BoB LoveFest Prompts!

Prompt: It's D-Day; George and Gene land near each other in Normandy and need to go find their company.

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Helluva day.

It`s Luz`s first thought after he hits the ground and takes stock of his situation. It's dark and he's alone. He also seems to have lost his weapon and the damned leg bag. And his radio must have caught some shrapnel or something given the mini crater it now sports. His first day at war and he's already a mess. Fantastic. He gathers himself and the few belongings he has left and begins to make his way towards the tree line. After only a few feet, he hears a rustling sound just ahead of him.

“Flash!”

“Luz?”

The answering voice is immediately recognizable - only one person has that particular smooth accent.

“I don't think that's the right answer, Doc.”

There's a bit more rustling before Roe appears just in front of him with a half smile.

“Guess it's a good thing it was you then. You land okay? Anythin’ hurt?” Luz watches as Roe`s eyes wander over him, checking to make sure he looks uninjured.

“All good, Doc. You?”

“I'm alright. You seen anyone else?”

“Nope, looks like it's just you and me.” Luz smiles at Roe, comforted a bit by the fact he managed to land near the medic. “Guess we'll have to go find everyone else. Good thing I'm a hide and seek champ.”

They set off, Luz, upon his insistence, taking point, despite them both being equally weaponless. They move quietly for some time, glued to each others’ sides, only ever stopping to quickly consult their map and compass.

Even with the sky just beginning to lighten as dawn approaches, it's still quite dark out as they make their way through what appears to be a long abandoned farm. Luz leads them towards the crumbling farmhouse, eyes trained a bit too much on their destination and not enough on the ground in front of him. There`s a loud crack followed half a moment later by an almost equally loud thud and then a quiet exclamation of oh fuck.

Luz sits in shock for a moment, eyes darting around his new, less than ideal, position several feet underground. There`s a scrambling sound and what Luz can only assume must be the Cajun version of oh fuck. Looking up towards the noise, he finds Roe`s familiar face peering down at him through a rather large hole framed by broken, rotting pieces of wood.

“You alright?!”

“Doing peachy, Doc! What do you think of my foxhole? Might be a bit deep, huh?”

The grin on Luz`s face is quickly wiped away by the sudden, near crushing, presence of Roe as he damn near lands on top of him.

“The hell are you doing?!”

“You hurt? How's your legs?” Roe is already kneeling next to him, poking and prodding Luz`s body, looking for injuries, as he asks the questions.

“I`m fine. And look, I'm touched, flattered even, that you would jump into a hole for me, but you do understand that we are now both stuck in this hole?”

Roe stops his examination to glance first at Luz`s face, then up at the hole he had just jumped through, and then around at their new surroundings.

“Must be an old cellar or somethin’.”

“That's nice. Glad we get to spend our very first day at war stuck in a dusty old cellar. Hey, what`s Cajun for guess we’re fucked?”

“George-”

“Ha! It sort of sounds like my name!”

The exasperated look on Roe`s face only makes Luz smile wider.

“Anyone ever tell you you look like an annoyed puppy when you make that face?”

The only response he gets is an eye roll as Roe gets up to look around. Luz follows suit.

“Maybe we’re lucky and this is where they stored all their ladders.”

There's a small amused snort from Roe`s direction as they search in the darkness. The space they find themselves in is both bigger than expected and emptier than hoped for.

“You really ain't hurt?”

“Jesus, Gene, I`m fine. You don't have to fuss.”

Roe huffs at the accusation of fussing, “Ain`t fussin’. Just seein’ if you`re alright to give me a boost.”

“Now that I can do! Can`t shoot any krauts or avoid falling into cellars but I can be a damn good step stool.” The ridiculously large grin on Luz`s face is met, well, with a look somewhere between amusement and mild irritation.

The added height of Roe on Luz`s shoulders ends up being just enough for Roe to grab onto one of the steadier pieces of board and haul himself out. He disappears from sight as soon as he's out and stays out of sight for longer than Luz cares for.

“Doc? Hey, Doc!”

No answer.

“Doc! Don`t forget your favorite radioman!”

Still no answer.

Luz begins pacing, staring up into the dark, impatiently waiting for Roe to reappear. After what feels like a thousand minutes but is actually closer to five, Luz calls out again.

“Gene! Gene, buddy! I don't want to die in a hole! Gene, I-”

“I`m right here! ‘S alright! I just went to look for a rope in the farmhouse.”

“Well, did you find any?”

The large box that comes crashing down into the hole beside him is the answer.

“Jesus, you really gotta give a guy warning before you hurl stuff down a hole!”

“Found a box.”

“I see that.”

“Stand on it and it should be enough for me to grab you and pull you out.”

“Yeah, alright. Just don`t drop me, okay? I`m a valuable resource.”

Roe does drop him. Several times. But eventually, the plan works and Luz is successfully rescued from the old cellar with only a few bruises and scrapes. As they sit catching their breath, Luz rips out a handful of grass and tosses it at Roe.

“You didn't have to grunt like you were hauling up a baby elephant, you know. I'm light as a feather! Maybe you need to work on those muscles, Doc.” Luz winks over at Roe who raises an eyebrow at him.

“Sure, if that feather`s made of lead. And glued to a baby elephant.”

Luz can't help the burst of laughter from the unexpected joke. Roe quickly clamps his hand over Luz`s mouth, shushing him as he does.

“I know I`m funnier than you, but you gotta keep it down.”

“Funnier than me?!” Luz`s words come out in a barely attempted whisper as they both clamber to their feet.

“Mhmm. I`ll teach ya how to make real jokes later, but first we gotta find the rest of Easy.”

Roe grabs Luz by the hand and yanks him along. They walk like that for several minutes, Roe leading the way, determined, and Luz trailing just behind him in quiet amusement, his hand clamped firmly in Roe`s.

“You planning on holding my hand the whole way, Doc?”

Roe glances down at their clasped hands at the comment, quickly letting go and mumbling a quiet sorry, didn't realize.

“No worries. When we get to a road, you can hold my hand as we cross it.”

Roe merely shakes his head and keeps moving.

“You know, it's okay to admit you enjoy my company, Gene. I`m an enjoyable guy.”

“My mama taught me not to lie, Georgie.” Roe mentally kicks himself as soon as the overly affectionate nickname leaves his mouth and he can't hide the shade of pink spreading across his cheeks.

“Georgie?” Luz`s voice rises, delighted by the surprising endearment.

Roe makes a small sound in the back of his throat as his brain scrambles for something to say.

“Yeah, Georgie, like the rhyme. Georgie Porgie, pudding pie, kissed the girls ‘n’ made them cry.”

“For the record, no one has ever complained, or cried, over my kissing ability.”

“That you know of.”

All the while, as they bantered back and forth and slowly made their way in the direction of their company, Luz`s fingers had slowly curled into a fist, savoring the leftover warmth from Roe`s hand.

Helluva day.

#band of brothers #band of brothers love fest 2021 #eugene roe #george luz #LuzRoe

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 4 years

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@thecorteztwins I wrote another very stupid thing featuring Sebastian I’m so sorry

A Fate Worse than Death

Sebastian did not beg as he stood before the Council that had once held a seat for him. His arms were chained, and a Genoshan collar cancelled out the power that was his birthright. Surprisingly, only Magneto and Sinister had objected to this obviously inhumane treatment. The supposed bleeding hearts of the Council – Nightcrawler, Storm and Ms. Grey – apparently had no problem with cruel and unusual punishment if it was applied towards people they didn’t like. And Sebastian had, of course, killed their precious darling, Kitty Pryde. Never mind that she was a child whom they themselves had often placed in danger, that her death had merely been part of a complex power struggle, not personal in the slightest. Never mind that death had been a simple inconvenience for the girl, who was currently sitting in the Red Queen’s seat grinning smugly down at him. The X-Men, for all their pretensions of “goodness,” would see him abused, debased and humiliated. It was the kind of hypocrisy he’d come to expect from them.

But he did not beg, despite the horror of the punishment handed down. He simply….argued.

“You can’t possibly be serious,” he snorted, when Xavier gave the verdict. “Is this a joke?”

“Your existence is a joke, Shaw,” Emma sneered. Sebastian merely glared back at her, as she reached out a hand to meet Kitty’s high-five. Such juvenile nonsense.

“It is mercy, Shaw. I’m surprised you object, given the severity of your crimes,” said Xavier.

“It is not mercy,” Sebastian growled, frustration boiling over despite his resolve to be stoic. “Mercy would be the pit. Or a final death, without resurrection. If I am to be defeated, then let me be done. Instead you would condemn me to a wretched existence of humiliation – “

“Don’t be so dramatic, Sebastian,” Emma said. “It’s just community service. We’re making use of your talents as part of the rehabilitation process.”

“It’s much better than you deserve,” Kitty added. The look she gave him suggested that she would dearly like to phase her delicate little hand into his chest and pull out his heart. And if it saved him the torment that awaited him, Sebastian would gladly let her.

“I don’t think anyone in this Council is in a position to judge what other mutants ‘deserve,’” Shaw said. “Most of you have committed crimes that far outstrip Sabretooth’s paltry little murders, and yet you sit in positions of power. Your own Marauders, Kitty, have been known for excessive force against the humans – “

“Enough,” Magneto interrupted. “This is not a debate, Shaw. We have reached a judgement. Accept it with dignity.”

“Dignity? Dignity is exactly what you seek to strip from me!” Sebastian protested. His eyes strayed, unwillingly, to the empty Council seat next to the White Queen. “Is that why my son is not here? So that he would not object to this farce? Or did you seek to spare him, in your great mercy?”

“Shinobi thought it best to abstain from voting in this case.” One corner of Xavier’s mouth quirked up slightly. “But I believe he is pleased with the verdict we have reached.”

“Really, do all prisoners get to argue this much?” Sinister yawned. “It’s been a nice little show, but I’m getting bored. Send him away.” He waved a hand dismissively.

“Yes, I think we’re done here,” Emma agreed. “I’m sure with time, Sebastian will come to understand and appreciate the true nature of our….mercy.”

Sebastian stared her down as two of the burlier Acolytes (he didn’t know their names and wouldn’t bother to learn them) flanked him on either side and began dragging him away. For a moment he was tempted to drop the telepathic defenses he’d worked so hard to develop – to let her have just a glimpse of the violent fantasies he entertained. Let her see him smashing her diamond face to rubble, ruining that fake nose that she was so proud of. But Sebastian wasn’t so foolish.

Sebastian would do what he had always done. He would endure.

It was a disappointingly short walk across the island to his destination. Sebastian had hoped for a few more moments of freedom, perhaps to see the ocean and feel the salt air on his face. But those were the desires of a weak man. Sebastian would face his punishment head-on, without hesitation. He nodded curtly at the two guards as they unchained his arms, and stepped through the door into hell.

It was a gaudy room, and painfully disorganized. There were stacks of plastic plates and cups, kegs of beer, sound equipment, massive bags of popcorn and chips, all piled haphazardly around the room, with one corner apparently designated as a sad little graveyard where helium balloons went to die. There was a white board with a long list of “Themes,” with scribbled notes: “Couples night,” “Orgy-Porgy – no one under 18 admitted,” “Casino Night – Domino and Longshot permanently banned” “Murder Mystery – see who will volunteer to be a real corpse,” “Hawaiian Luau – culturally insensitive? Consult with Loa.” “Karaoke night – Banshee and Siryn permanently banned”

Sitting around the table was an assortment of misfits, has-beens and losers that did nothing to assuage Sebastian’s grim mood. Blob looked at him with curiousity, Dazzler with disdain. Toad gave him a friendly wave – at least there was one intelligent person there. Fabian Cortez, with healing claw marks down his face, glared across the table at some orange cat-woman – obviously not important enough for Sebastian to remember her name. He thought perhaps he’d seen her on X-Force. The puffy white mittens over her hands, and the collars worn by both Cortez and herself suggested they were also with the group as a form of punishment.

Sebastian took all of this in in an instant, and then his eyes strayed to the head of the table, and he could look at nothing else.

Lounging back in a hideous art deco office chair, sipping what appeared to be a mimosa in a crystal champagne glass, Shinobi smirked at Sebastian. He was wearing a respectable suit jacket over a pink t-shirt with the words “Business Slut” printed in sequins. Sebastian assumed that Shinobi’s pants, if he was even wearing them, must be equally ludicrous. Shinobi raised his glass in greeting, and motioned for Sebastian to sit down.

“Welcome, Father. Welcome to….the party-planning committee.”

#sebastian shaw #shinobi shaw

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enchantingkittengaditor · 4 years

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The Third Maximoff: Chapter 14

A/N: Sorry this is so late life has been hectic. From here on in the updates will be once a month-ish on all my stories or whenever I can update

Summary: What if the Avengers didn’t find the last HYDRA base? What if Pietro and Wanda weren’t the only enhanced? Or Maximoff’s? What if the Avengers were going to take on their greatest challenge yet? What if she was a 13-year-old girl who had to live with them? What if she once tried to kill Clint and Nat, and nobody knew but them?

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Slight mentions Torture and Swearing, Infinity War and Endgame Spoilers

‘You told me to keep it so I kept it. We are sisters after all Natasha.’

From that day on I could choose fully when I used my abilities all of them. Even my ability to see ghosts, though I kept those I like and got rid of the bad ones, including Thanos. Who’d been following me around for a while now actually but I kept ignoring him and his speeches about balancing the universe. For gods’ sake, the world wasn’t a torque equation in Carol’s physics class or even Tony’s more confusing Quantum Physics class.

“Wait I missed Tony’s wedding! And he has a child?” I asked Steve as I trailed behind him like a lost puppy now that Nat and Wanda were both gone.

I’m sorry I jumped ahead of myself a little bit. Last I talked to you we were interrogating Yelena but now we’re sitting around talking to the others about how the revamp of the universe is going before we knew it, the meeting ended.

“Have we considered all the options? I mean we have to be able to do something,” Nat asked.

“Nat there’s nothing we can do.”

“We could kill her.”

“Natasha, we are not killing her!”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re playing the Barbie Mermaidia game! There is no option to kill Barbie. It’s made for 6-year-olds, not assassins!” I responded, getting up from my seat, “PBJ or ramen?”

“PBJ, little one. Get yourself something with vegetables!” she yelled back at me.

“So should I have ramen, borscht or porgis?”

“BORSCHT! More veggies!” she yelled back as I smiled at Steve who was using the laundry off the kitchen.

“Borscht?” I offered him as I put the leftovers in the microwave and began making Nat’s sandwich.

“No thanks. Is she OK?” he asked.

“She wants to kill Barbie, other than that much the same. She’s doing as well as she can, she lost a lot more than anyone realizes. But she’s OK,” I responded.

“How about you?” he asked.

That’s the question. If I answer honestly he’ll make me come to his stupid therapy group. But if I don’t he’ll see through the lie. Honestly though how was I? I haven't seen any of the snap victims, so where were they?

“I’m doing as well as you’d expect. I lost my sister again. I lost a large chunk of people I cared about and now Nat’s not even Nat. I just want a normal life for once. One without all this crap. Without wings, and superheroes. I’ve also been wondering a lot,” I told him opting for a half-truth.

“Wondering about what?” He asked genuinely concerned.

“About what life would be like had that bomb never dropped where would that Yulia be and what would she be doing now. I’m nearly 19 and have no clue what I’m doing, I still look 15 but I don’t know why. I just for once want to know what it’s like to be normal.”

“Trust me normal is overrated. Being special isn’t,” he responded.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had a chance to know. I just want that chance. That’s all. Even if I didn’t take it. It’s just I want to be offered the chance to be normal for a week or day.”

“Well, I’m going to finish my laundry. Maybe you could show me something you’ve been working on since last week?”

“OK enjoy your laundry, I’m going to eat my food and train with some ghosts. Then I got babysitting duties for one of Nat’s friends.”

“Well have fun.”

I like the red by the way. It’s very Natasha or Wanda undercover.”

“Hey, Steve can I ask you a question? If you were able to upload a person you knew was going to die and had a family into a computer. Would you do it? And would you think it would be good for a young child?” I asked nervously. I’ve dedicated so much time to learn to code enough to help do this for YTony I just have this feeling and for me with Nat.

“I would but I don’t know if it would help the child. Can I ask why?”

“Danvers taught me a way of doing it. I know who won’t make it soon so I thought for their family’s sake I could save them onto a computer. It wouldn’t be the same but it would be something.”

“Maybe you should, but think about how you’d feel if it was you,” he told me before I went to give Nat her sandwich and went about doing my own research in the lab. Listening to reports of the snap around the world while reading research papers on the ashes formed when they disappeared. All the time questioning what Steve had said to me.

Before long I’d had enough about all of the stress that always comes with thinking or listening to anything surrounding the snap. I decided to meditate and let my mind shift through dimensions until I landed on one I found peaceful enough to relax my mind and let myself have a nap.

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Planet With 6 - 8 | Cells at Work! 6 - 8 | Phantom in the Twilight 6 - 8 | BnHA 57 - 58 | Angolmois 6 - 7

Planet With 6

“Are you a monster?” - Who’s the real monster in this show, though?

A Clog Punch is even more hilarious than a standard Giga Cat Hammer, haha.

The bad guy died! What the heck’s going to happen from here???

Cells at Work! 6

Smol RBC-senpai is so cute! Not as much as smol RBC herself, but…yeah. I wonder if smol WBC is around as well…?

This story’s a lil’ hackneyed, but nothing that doesn’t twang the heartstrings a little…

I love how the sensei WBC still has blood on his arm as he walks away.

The banter between the NK and the Killer T cells really gets to me. It’s so good!

Angolmois 6

Dang, I liked Yajirou. Now he’s dead…

Where did Teruhi get the cloth for Yajirou’s (I presume) head…?

I find it interesting how he (Onitakemaru) dragged the old man merchant with him and yet went to the extent of plundering the treasure without the intent of keeping it. It’s like he did the plundering as a show of strength…

I’ve realised that even though Planet With’s been getting better and better, this show’s starting to sink. Sure, the staff on this show are giving me everything I asked for, but the shine of a new anime is starting to wear off…That montage just proved why it sunk – it’s more willing to go for a quality drop in the middle of the plot.

It was way too dark in the scene that revealed Teruhi’s face being up against Kuchii’s. It took me a bit to realise that was happening…

The water in that river looks a bit odd.

“Akimado firefly” gets me zero relevant Google results.

Now that I think of it, Nagamine’s kinda hot, LOL.

Come to think of it, I still haven’t got a bead on whether Teruhi has the hots for Kuchii or not. If it’s the former, then this show would be quite disappointing. Plus, are these invaders all Mongols from China, Mongols from Mongolia (duh) or Mongols from Europe? They did have gunpowder, which is from China, but they also said the Mongolians had invaded Europe at this point…

Phantom in the Twilight 6

*sees ep 7 title* - “Awakening of the Century”? Not on my watch, no. Probably not.

Why are they only progressing the plot now? Not that I didn’t like the Roland story, but…c’mon, if your friend is in danger, you shouldn’t derail from that. Right?

Notably, the group is called “midnight sun” (katakana), but the episode is called mayonaka no taiyou (kanji/hiragana).

Karandi mentioned how she loved how faithful this show was to the past folklore of supernatural creatures and now they’re using that to the show’s advantage…huh.

Oh, hey. Next episode preview gave spoilers…that’s just like a next-ep preview, actually.

BnHA 57

Noticeably, Yoarashi is pretty obvious with his giant whirlwind…

Haha, Deku is quoting All Might verbatim from the video!

Welp, there wasn’t much to say this episode…

Cells at Work! 7

This cancer cell looks like Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)…interesting choice.

They decided to deviate from the serious plot for the platelets. I give it 10 out of 10!...Nah, just kidding.

*Killer T helps NK get up* - I can see why Negative Primes ships NK and Killer T Cells together now…

I forgot what the cryptic-speaking green-covered cell (not a dendrite, but the other guy) was called…I think he might’ve been a B cell, but that’s all I remember. Sorry.

I can’t believe I’m feeling sympathetic for a cancer cell…

Planet With 7

I like how even Ginko still has secrets up her sleeve right now.

Hmm…it seems the hypnosis didn’t work because Nozo-san is wearing glasses.

Benika and Yousuke seem to have been hypnotised, this isn’t like them!!!

Phantom in the Twilight 7

I find it interesting Vlad chose to use Chinse martial arts. Either Toryu taught him, he learnt how to do them from Rijan or he learnt from Chinese people over many, many years. I think the second option is the most probable.

Why can’t the underlings see Kabocha-kun (Kabocha-kun = the jack o’ lantern)?

Toryu does the Naruto run. He’s not even a ninja!

The OS kind of looks like Windows, but with the taskbar being a colour of a Mac…plus the top bar of a Mac.

The green lines of text that appear on the screen are just gibberish, by the way. They’re not code…

*Chris punches Luke to get him out of the way of the falling debris* - I laughed a lot harder than I should have at that…because that shows they’re concerned for each other…in a very roundabout sort of way.

Oh no, Kabocha-kun!

What?! Van Helsing’s hair wiggles of its own accord! It’s basically alive!

Eyy! Extra info! That’s what I watch these after-episode segments for!

“You’re giving away the second half of the season!” – Hmm…

*after the next-ep segment is completely over* - Hmm…so Ton has her hair change colour and lose her memories. The Price of Power = The Price of Loss. Hmm indeed.

Angolmois 7

Ho-Holy mackerel! My knowledge of Touken Ranbu swords is coming in handy! Imanotsurugi is the lil’ grey-haired shota (tantou) who dresses like a tengu. That means this Kurou man is more simply known as Minamoto no Yoshitsune!

Seriously, this emperor looks like an alien! An alien, I tell you!

At first I didn’t recognise the guys with the facial marking were Toibarai, but then I saw Nagamine and I was like, “Oh. Okay then.” Come to think of it, these Mongolians look like the Earth guys from Avatar…

I find it interesting the Toibarai – or at the very least, Nagamine – are literate. You’d think in a time like 1274 there’d be a lot more illiteracy…or maybe I’m just thinking about Western civilisation…

“The abalones are a tougher opponent.” – I like these ladies already. Not only because that’s such a funny line, but because tough lady fisherwomen with tans is probably more representation than an entire genre of ecchi anime can do for women.

Apparently a porgy is a type of fish…hmm. It sounds silly.

Come to think of it, Jinzaburou was right once bfore when everyone else stood against him and that was when he got thrown out of Sou Sukekuni’s meeting…which doesn’t spell good things for Kanatanoki, y’know.

Cells at Work! 8

Man, I had to memorise the circulation path years ago! Too bad I don’t remember how it goes anymore…

I like how the blood cell mascot is actually shaped like an RBC.

I only just noticed, but female RBCs in this show have booty shorts and male ones have pants. Why can’t it ever be the other way around…?

Hmm…the tricuspid valve is shown as a torii gate. Interesting choice.

*platelets try to put up posters while talking to WBC* - Excellent usage of platelets. 10/10!

I was wondering what the cell’s seal said…close inspection reveals it just says “cell” on it. I guess I should’ve figured that out without having to zoom in on the image, eh?

“…you spineless candy-ass!” – That’s a hilarious insult! Who the heck thought of it and what’s the Japanese equivalent of it???

BnHA 58

A special…? This is almost as bad as a recap episode if it’s all recycled…

…uh, wow. That All Might was more meta than I was expecting.

Oh, I get it now. Movie promo episode. So that’s what this is.

For some reason, I find Toshinori going “Dave” hilarious. I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe it’s because he looks American.

“Save the World With Love!” brings to mind Boueibu, y’know? Good times…

*All Might comes in through the back door, flexing* - Muscle muscle, hustle hustle!

Oh my gosh, they went Detective Conan on us!

Suicide out of grief for what he’d (All Might had) done, maybe?

Oh yeah. Midoriya overlooked why the three potential culprits were separated and left in different parts of the store. Update: Nope, right thinking, wrong lead.

Planet With 8

Notably, 10 = to in some cases, hence Torai being 10.

Souya’s gone all Shinji Ikari on us! Not that I mind, but…Shinji is a polarising character for a reason, y’know!

Why does this story, with a potential final confrontation on the moon, remind me of Busou Renkin so much?

Phantom in the Twilight 8

“Why Shinyao specifically?” is the question I’m asking here. Why did Shinyao need to be kidnapped?

Has Ton even gone to school yet? Or rather, is it summer break in London and we were never told that?

“She entered forbidden territory.” – Says a worker at Café Forbidden!

I’ve never heard “stole a march on me” before…apparently it means “to gain an advantage over someone else”.

He uses a cat pickup line! He’s a werewolf! That’s…hilarious!

I’m still wondering if Shinyao has Stockholm syndrome to any degree…

The line about the abyss is Niestche (sp???). I’ve seen it quoted enough times to know.

Did they ever mention the fact Ton’s hair went back to normal? Or was all that hair-tossing meant to imply it was back to normal without saying anything? You’re trying so hard, show, but you’re not quite hitting the mark…

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Finding love decades later?

“You’re doing great, baby!” Georgi calls out on the ice, his daughter attending her senior debut of adult singles skating, a memory he’d loved in his heart for years about his own skating career. “Get your warmup taken care of, show the rest of them how good you look out there!”

A chuckle is heard to his side. “You’re too proud a papa.” Looking over, Georgi raises an eyebrow to a familiar face.... it was Mila Babicheva, an old rink mate he’d not seen for ten years since she’d moved away to be with students she was privately training. “I bet you cry if she falls too.”

“Mila!” He squeals, rushing into a hug, despite knowing she’s not the most affectionate with her hugs.... She doesn’t seem to mind as they hug for a good minute or so. “Mila, I haven’t seen you in ages! You still have that undercut, I see!”

“What can I say? I Look good in it no matter how old I get. You’ve still got that dumb shark fin of a hairdo.”

He shrugs it off and smirks, stepping back. “I suppose I can say the same of ‘I look good in it no matter how old I get’ , Da?” His smile is permanent, and though her blue eyes seem aged, they’re still as bright as when they’d met when she was a teen. “Where is that hockey player of yours? Is he here to watch one of your students?” Looking around, Georgi can’t seem to spot anyone other than the usual crowd of this rink.

“Er.... He and I ended things about six years ago, Georgi. Too different.”

“... I’m sorry to hear that, Mi-”

“Psh, I’m not!” She smirks, “We’re on good terms. I promise.”

Georgi nods, smiling back to her. Mila was very straightforward with feelings, especially if they were something she didn’t like, and he knew if she was at all bothered by something, he would have been able to tell. He remembers when she was the one he would go to about everything, and vice versa. “Good, I know he wouldn’t be alive if you weren’t.... Say... Mila, I don’t know if you’d like to join Alexandra and I for dinner tonight, but we’re renting a house out h-”

“Papa!” His daughter zooms past a slightly devilish grin on her face. “Going out tonight with Yao and Mimi! Don’t wait up! Miss Mila, would you keep him company?”

Mila laughs, in that way he’d almost forgotten, where it follows a hidden snort you had to look out for. “Alexandra, I know what you’re doing!” She calls after her. “Nice seeing you too, you little brat!”

Georgi shakes his head, blushing. “I’m sorry, she’s a little excited with her debut here and-” He looks down, Mila has taken his hand is writing down on his palm with a marker. “Mila?”

“Go to this address as soon as you go home and change, we’re going out for a drink, and I won’t take no for an answer... Okay, Georgi Porgi?”

Suddenly he couldn’t find his words, the feeling of her hands holding his and the way she called him that old flirty nickname she’d come up with over ten years ago.... “...Y-Yeah! I’ll meet you out there. Should I wear something special?”

“Just something you don’t mind me leaving lipstick on.”

“Oh, Okay, I-..... What?”

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Witches of East end - Prologue

North Hampton did not exist on any map, which made locating the small, uninteresting community on the very edge of the Atlantic coast something confusing to outsiders, who were known to wander in by chance only to find it impossible to return; so that the place, with its remarkably empty silver-sand beaches, rolling green fields, and impressive, lengthy farmhouses, became more of a half-remembered dream than a memory. Like Brigadoon, it was enveloped in fog and rarely came into view. Constantly damp, even during its summers, its inhabitants were a tight-knit, clubby group of families who had been there for generations. In North Hampton, unlike the rest of Long Island, there were still potato farmers and deep-sea fishermen who made a living from their harvests.

Salty sea breezes blew sweetly over the rippling blue waters, the reefs were heavy with clam and scallop, and the broken-down restaurants served up the local specialties of porgies, blowfish, and clam chowder made with tomatoes, never milk. The modern age had made almost no impression on the pleasant surroundings; there were no ugly strip malls or any indication of twenty-first-century corporate enterprise to ruin the picturesque landscape.

Across from the township was Gardiners Island, now abandoned and left to ruin. Longer than anyone could remember, the manor house, Fair Haven, had been empty and unoccupied, a relic in the dusk. Owned by the same family for hundreds of years, no one had seen the Gardiners for decades. Rumors circulated that the once-illustrious clan could no longer afford its upkeep or that the line had withered and died with its last and final heir. Yet Fair Haven and its land remained untouched and had never been sold.

It was the house that time forgot. The eaves below its peaked roof filled with leaves, the paint chipped and the columns cracked as it sunk slowly toward decay. The island's boat docks rotted and sagged. Ospreys made their homes on the pure beaches. The forests around the house grew thick and dense.

Then one night in the early winter, there was a sickening crunch, a terrible noise, as if the world were ripping open; the wind howled and the ocean raged. Bill and Maura Thatcher, the married couple from a neighboring estate, were walking their dogs along the North Hampton shore when they heard an awful sound from across the water.

"What was that?" Bill asked, trying to calm the dogs.

"It sounded like it came from there," Maura said, pointing to Gardiners Island. They stared at Fair Haven, where a light had appeared in the manor's northernmost window.

"Look at that, Mo," Bill said. "I didn't know the house had been rented."

"New owners, maybe?" Maura asked. Fair Haven looked the same as it always did: its windows like half-lidded eyes, its shabby doorway sagging like a frowning old man.

Maura took the dogs by the grass but Bill continued to stare, scratching his beard. Then quick as a blink, the light went out and the house was dark again. But now there was someone in the fog, and they were no longer alone. The dogs barked sharply at the steadily approaching figure, and the old groundskeeper realized his heart was pounding in his chest, while his wife looked terrified.

A woman appeared out of the mist. She was tall and intimidating, wearing a bright red bandanna over her hair and a tan raincoat belted tightly around her waist. Her eyes were gray as the dusk.

"Miss Joanna!" Bill said. "We didn't see you there."

Maura nodded. "Sorry to disturb you, ma'am."

"Best you run along now, both of you, there's nothing to see here," she said, her voice as cold as the deep waters of the Atlantic.

Bill felt a chill up his spine and Maura shivered. They had agreed there was something different about their neighbors, something otherworldly and hard to pin down, but until this evening they had never been afraid of the Beauchamps. They were afraid now. Bill whistled for the dogs and reached for Maura's hand, and they walked quickly in the opposite direction.

Across the shore, one by one, more lights were turned on in succession until Fair Haven was completely lighted. It shone like a beacon, a signal in the darkness. Bill turned to look back one more time, but Joanna Beauchamp had already disappeared, leaving no sign of footprints in the sand or any indication that she had ever been there.

#woee #witches of east end

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