#The Outer Wall Reaper

[theoperativeif]

The Blackout (The Operative/Wrath of an Empire)

Benjamin Hewitt used to love the snow. Loved the sound it made as the leather boots his mother had gifted moved through it. He loved that bite that nipped at his nose. He loved snowball fights with his two sisters as they yelled at him for stealing one of their toys. The winter wonderland that always greeted their home was his to explore. 

He thought it would last forever.

He wished that wonder had stayed, hoped that it wasn't tainted. But now, when he thought of the white reaper that danced around him, he only could see the frozen faces of friends, innocents, and animals. Waking up each morning and shaking the body of a fellow only to realize the reaper lay with him that night and took his breath. 

That reaper had taken his mother when the war came to their home. He found them all there. Why did it spare him each time when it took so many he cared for? Now it mocked him with memories and gifts it once bestowed.

That was oh so long ago.

Hewitt watched the snow flutter in his hands before turning it over and letting it blow away from him.

In front of him, the four bodies lay motionless under the snow. They were in a partially dug ditch, the ground frozen solid by the long winter storms that raged across Parem. One of those storms was still swirling above them like an ancient predator seeking to sweep them away.

But here, the snow buried its own. Why not him?

Major Hewitt sighed, brushing a layer of snow that had settled on his hat. He turned, a frown creasing his forehead as the platoon leader of the 2nd platoon walked over, saluting him. 

"Building secured Sir, but we found something in the shelter underneath," Lieutenant Grace Mallory said, her dull blue eyes coldly watching him.

"Thank you, Lieutenant dismissed," Hewitt said, waving his hand as he stared over at the building. 

Observation post Echo was a large, partially above-ground bunker with multiple lines of sight for the automatic turrets sticking out on its side. It also had an attached tower that could see for miles in clear weather. 

His men had secured the facility, several outposts had lost communications in the previous hours. They had to wait for the storm to clear before it was safe for shuttle flights to check on them. 

Hewitt stepped through the metal doorway, the door swinging shut with a loud bang before locking. The gunmetal gray hallways led to the various bunker defensive systems. Operating gun controls, camera systems and other control consoles took up the first rooms. 

Something was not right. 

The heating was off, water frozen in cups, and food was frostbitten as they passed by the small kitchen. Hewitt stopped, counting the plates and cups that littered the several tables. Obviously, whatever happened made the men leave their meals uneaten. 

Nearly fifty men manned this post. And now not a single soul apart from the four outside being buried by the snow. 

Commonwealth soldiers saluted him as he passed, their bright armor giving them an almost heavenly appearance, seeming to glow in the lights. Their large needle rifles were at the ready, and even they seemed put off.

He walked back into the hallway before stopping, his eyes tracing the long marks along the wall. They looked like claw marks, the metal was torn open like paper. 

"What could do something like that?" Lieutenant Mallory wondered aloud, running her own fingers along it.

"How did it even get in? The facility seemed sealed when we arrived," Hewitt said, gesturing for one of the soldiers, "find Lieutenant Gormly, tell him to have his platoon sweep the perimeter and the outer building again."

The soldier saluted before rushing outside.

"This is what we wanted you to see," Lieutenant Mallory said as they descended downstairs to the underground sections, "we found one body, it was in an interesting shape."

They led him to the bottom of the stairs, quickly turning and heading to one of the officer's quarters. 

Hewitt stared at the body pinned to the wall by a large pipe, a pool of blood below it. The concrete where the pipe had struck had cracked. What in the name of mother Earth could do that?

"It looks like something fired out of a cannon," Malloy wondered, her fingers exploring the cracks running up the wall, "maybe a combat bot?"

"Imperials don't use those," Hewitt reminded her, shaking his head. Only their own forces used ai intensive ground combat systems, after the Imperial Forge incident, their adversaries have been extremely cautious in their implementation of ai military assets. 

"Maybe they gave it a try," Malloy said, shrugging, "either way my guess is something got in here and the boys chased it out into the forest. We should try and catch up to them."

"That doesn't make any sense," Hewitt said, crossing his arms. Whatever got in here made it through the bunker, why wasn't there more of a fight? The number of men between it and this room alone should of been a nightmare of bullets and armored troops—instead, only a few bodies.

"Patterson was the commander," Hewitt stated rather then asked. Patterson was a competent enough XO. His aggression would explain why he set out after the intruder, "do we have an idea of where they were heading?"

Malloy nodded, pulling out a data pad and handing it to Hewitt, who scrutinized it. It was a personal log, damaged but unlocked and functioning. He pressed play.

He listened to the first sentence, garbled audio making him grimace. He skipped to the last entry. Not even four hours ago.

"Captain Patterson reporting. We were attacked by some creature and took only one casualty. but the damn thing hacked our systems and downloaded all known information on our defenses. We've been unable to contact any other posts, we are setting out towards the airfield twenty miles south of here in the morning, I will leave four of my men to seal the compound and guard it. Hopefully, we can warn-" The message abruptly ended.

Twelve hours. They had time to catch up then. 

"Malloy! Tell our shuttle to head to the airfield and sound the alarm, then have reinforcements get to us. We will trek south to catch up to Patterson and his troops."

Malloy hesitated for the barest moment before saluting, rushing off to inform the shuttle pilots.

Fifteen minutes later all soldiers were assembled outside the bunker. Hewitt ordered them to proceed south at double pace to catch up to Patterson and his men. He arranged for Gormly's platoon to stay ahead of the man group, with orders to suppress and withdraw to the main force if engaged.

As the shuttle took off and faded into the distance, Hewitt wondered if he was making the right decision, but he knew time was of the essence. He made a call, and he would live with it for the rest of his life. However long that is. He thought with a grimace.

For the first twenty minutes, all was silent. Until Gormly requested his presence. 

He found the lieutenant standing in front of a large pine tree, the man's round face visible now that his helmet was off as he inspected something on the tree. 

It was only when Hewitt got close that he realized what he thought was another soldier leaning against the tree, was a corpse. A headless corpse.

"Ours?" Hewitt asked uneasily, looking at the soldiers in defensive positions around them, "or-"

"One of Patterson's men," Gormly responded in his usual gruff manner, "his armor is untouched, notice the cut to his neck, something sharp went clean through it. I guess he was at the back of the group, poor bastard never even got noticed. Tracks all lead south." 

"Keep your squads close to each other, we don't know what we are dealing with."

Gormly's platoon continued ahead, reporting more and more tracks of Patterson's men. It was clear the longer the trek went, Patterson clumped his men closer and closer until they were all within a few feet of each other, moving enmass south.

"First platoon reporting contact!" the short-range radio burst to life suddenly, sporadic gunfire echoing close ahead of them before Gormly's gruff voice cut in, "cease fire! Friendlies!" 

Hewitt moved towards First platoon, several soldiers accompanying him.

Soldiers were tending to a soldier on the ground, a bullet wound in his shoulder. Another soldier was standing a ways away, eyes wide, seeming in a daze, his armor wasn't like the others, his was cracked and barely functioning. 

"He's one of Patterson, he was running when he stumbled on squad three," he said matter of factly, turning to the wounded trooper, "you gonna live Harris?" 

"Yes Sir," the soldier gave him a thumbs up before pointing at the new soldier, "come here."

The soldier took a hesitant step forward, almost stumbling, "I'm so sorry I thought-"

"Whats your name trooper?" Hewitt asked, arms crossed, he didn't care, no one was killed, he just need information fast.

He didn't respond, swaying on his feet. It almost looked like he was drunk. 

"Where is Patterson?" Hewitt demanded, looking behind him he noticed a small bloom of smoke in the distance, followed by an explosion rumbling through the air.

"Camp," the man croaked, pointing behind him.

"Show us." 

The walk was short, Hewitt followed Gormly's platoon as Vincent led them to a small clearing. Hewitt's heart sank as a lump formed in his throat.

"Mother of," Gormly trailed off before spinning around, "sweep the area now!" 

Soldiers quicking split into search teams, cautiously moving ahead.

In front of them in the clearing sat a large camp. It was destroyed. Tents lay scattered, fires still smoldering. Bodies littered the area. Hewitt slowly moved forward, soldiers ahead of him checking the collapsed tents and the more intact bodies. 

He passed two bodies still kneeling, their hands palm up and their heads removed. 

Feet stuck out of the snow by one tent with a hand sticking out of another.

"What the fuck does this?" Gormly muttered, crouching down next to one of the arms, "what exploded?"

"It wasn't from the camp," Hewitt said, his heart pounding in his ears as he reached a realization, pointing towards the smoke still a short distance off, "Gormly you don't think?" 

"The shuttle?" Gormly's eyes widened, "no, they wouldn't land without direct orders!"

Mallory's platoon was reaching the clearing when Hewitt gave her the order to investigate the smoke, "withdraw to our position here right away if engaged." He stressed those instructions, as their situation was getting worse by the second. 

They found Patterson's body towards the middle of the camp, his head shoved deep into a camp fires coals, small pockets of fire creeping up his back. There were drag marks leading up to his body.

When they pulled him out his face was unrecognizable. His skull had been smashed badly, with cracks spreading down the forehead, eyes and mouth shattered. Hewitt hoped that he had been dead when whatever it was had dragged him to the fire.

"Mark the location for recovery teams, " Hewitt instructed, slowly looking around before stopping. High above in one of the trees a body was slung over the branches, body smoking as if it had been burnt. He withdrew his sidearm, aiming and firing a single shot just above the body.

The clearing went silent, soldiers on alert and looking towards him, confused. 

Nothing happened. Hewitt frowned, he could of sworn he saw something.

"Major this is second platoon reporting," Mallory's voice came over the short-range communications, "its the shuttle, its in another clearing a quarter of a kilometer ahead, bodies here. Seems like they tried to perform a pickup when something or someone caught them." 

Damn. This was bad, he had alerted the nearby outposts that they were out here. But without the shuttle warning the airfield, would they bother checking? Surely they would. He hoped.

"Sir we might have something here, there seems to-" Mallory's voice cut in as the wind began to pick up.

"Say again 2nd platoon we seem to be having issues with the storm," a communications operator said next to Hewitt, the young man straining to hear as the wind picked up even more, causing the both of them to brace themselves.

"Contact!" the words hung in the air, as Hewitt's eyes went wide, he knew it. 

Whatever had taken out Patterson was still around. And they were the next target.

"First platoon and third platoon move up to support second, double time!" Hewitt ordered, "Operator see if you can get any information from second, and tell them we are coming from North of their position!"

The silence caused Hewitt to turn, the comms operator was dead, his head opened up like a red flower as crimson flowed over the snow. 

"Contact rear!" A soldier shouted, firing up into the trees before a shot hit him, sending him flying.

Sharpshooter. 

Hewitt dove behind cover as he spotted a shimmer high in the trees, "suppressing fire on those trees! Aim high!" 

Soldiers at the rear of the two platoons began firing into the treetops. Hewitt watched as sparks lit up on one branch. And for the briefest moment, he saw a soldier of some kind, a blue and white ghost.

"Contact fro-" The soldiers heading towards second's position went flying backwards, crimson spraying across snow like paint on a canvas. 

Hewitt scrambled back, drawing his sidearm and firing as a formless shimmer dashed through his men. Heads and limbs falling motionless to the ground.

Gormly fired his shotgun at it as he emerged chasing after it, several soldiers following. 

The thing briefly appeared, a humanoid form of metal seeming to weave between the bullets, a long blade lashing out, nearly cutting a man in two. When bullets did hit it they seemed to bounce harmlessly off, or just stagger it. 

Gormly scrambled back, narrowly avoiding the blade.

Mallory soon emerged behind him, bleeding from a severe gash but still in the fight. 

Hewitt tossed his pistol aside, grabbing up a rifle and prying the amputated hand from it. 

Gormly fired a shot point blank, the things blade flying from its grasp. 

In the blink of an eye it grabbed his leg, swinging him like a child swings a doll and slamming him against a tree. The sickly crack made Hewitt's blood run cold as Gormly's bent body hit the snow. 

Hewitt fired all his rifles ammo, picking up another and another.

It just didn't care.

Mallory was next, and it grabbed her by the face, blue energy suddenly arcing from its wrist. 

There were screams. 

Even as Hewitt desperately fired, trying to distract it somehow, it still held her as her body smoked and twisted in its grip.

It let go of her, her face charred beyond recognition. A deathly silence fell across the massacre, it was only them now. 

Hewitt crouched, his hand searching a fallen soldiers belt, his fingers grasping around his only chance.

It turned, the shimmering vanishing and finally letting him see his foe. It was human, or at least he thought, a metal suit with soulless eyes stared at him.

It took a step, its weight crunching down into a body. It paused, looking down in some sick fascination. This was his chance. 

Hewitt pulled the pin, waiting a moment before throwing it. He dove to the side, covering his head. 

There was an explosion, fragments flying up.

Hewitt's brief smile of victory vanished as the thing took another step, black scorch marks now painting its armor.

"No," Hewitt muttered as he slowly got up, "what the hell are you? Why?"

The thing tilted its head before raising its arm. The was a sound, followed by a pain in his chest. Hewitt looked down, staring at the small dart in his chest. His world began to spin, before darkness took him.

There were sounds. The wind weaving through trees. The crunching a something moving through snow. Was it his imagination? Was he dreaming? Was he dead?

Am I dead? He wondered. Trying to open his eyes or move had no results. 

He had come so far. They all had. Now to die in the forest, with no one knowing what happened.

How can that be how this ends?

He didn't know how much time had passed. All Hewitt had was the cold, that cold feeling creeping more and more through him was the only thing he had. Until even that began to fade. Replaced by warmth. And a voice.

"Sir?"

Hewitt, blinked, harsh light burning his eyes as he blinked again and again. And with each time the world began to reform.

"Sir, can you hear me?" He put a face to the voice, a tall woman of dark complexion smiled at him, her uniform was that of a nurse. Frankly, to Hewitt, it was like being woken by an angel. 

Hewitt nodded a confirmation to her, his throat burning as he swallowed. 

"How long?"

"Its been three days since you were brought in."

Three days. He had to warn the outposts, the airfield. 

"I need to contact my superiors," Hewitt rasped, trying to sit up, the nurse gently tried to keep him lying down, "please, all my men." 

"That wont be necessary Major," A new voice spoke up as a man walked into the room, Hewitt knew the uniform, "please give us a moment nurse."

The woman nodded, smiling at Hewitt before walking out of the room. The man watched her leave, his smile vanishing as he turned back to Hewitt.

"My name is Issac, I am with the Commonwealth's Intelligence Burea. I know you've had a rough few days so I will be straightforward. From this moment you are hereby discharged from the army. In fact we are already on a transport taking you home. Your pension will remain intact. But, if you ever mention something of what you think happened there. Well, lets just say I am a lot less friendly on repeat visits." The man said, smiling again.

"But, my soldiers, they deserve-" Hewitt started.

"They served the Commonwealth well. Accidents do happen though, he paused, stretching dramatically, "I think I am going to let you get some rest. Do keep what I said in mind. And I do mean this in the most caring way, I hope we don't have to meet again. Enjoy retirement."

He turned and walked away, leaving Hewitt alone.

Several days later Imperial forces would launch a full scale invasion of the planet. And no one would remember the blackout that proceeded it.

[birgittesilverbae]

for babea au… how does mary feel about bea falling for lilith? does it frighten her, knowing that no matter how things turn out (if the halo goes to bea or to lilith), one of them will have to watch the other burn bright and then flicker into darkness?

i imagine that makes for some awkward dinner conversation… bea like “hey mo- i mean mary, can lilith come over for dinner?” 😐

and mary like 🤨 “and what topping does the grim reaper herself want on her pizza?”

mary hates it, in the way you hate the spectre that spells your girlfriend's doom, the soldier your girlfriend is fighting so hard to stay alive to protect. she hates looking at lilith and seeing all these potential paths and every one of them filled with nightmare fuel.

every future one where shannon dies young, because shannon has been doomed since before mary met her, because shannon was born to be a sword and a shield and a sacrifice. and sometimes it's lilith with the halo thrust into her back with the ferocity of a knife strike, and it breaks beatrice. and sometimes it's beatrice whose body absorbs the halo like she was built for it, and she dies for it.

but mary would so much rather have a heartbroken child than a dead one, and so she loves lilith for that, for the possibility of safety, of freedom, she represents for beatrice, for those futures where she carries the halo and beatrice mourns her the way mary mourns shannon, the way mary grieves for her even as she burns bright. because mary knows how to handle that, at least, how to help bea through the devastation of loving a warrior nun (they're never yours, they never last). but she doesn't think she'll survive having her kid consumed by the mission, especially not with the presumed algebra of the situation, of having lost shannon to it too

(and bea has lived through shannon getting the halo, has lived through months of mary trying desperately to smother her tears at night, has crept into mary's room and held her tight, all of them far far too young for this. if mary could have her way, she'd drag them all so far from this life, but they're so deeply entangled in it)

all of this translates into mary playing the world's worst parental figure meeting the partner their kid's brought home (cue cleaning already spotless weaponry, cue interrogations about lilith's intentions, cue bea and shannon in the kitchen trying not to burst out laughing as they eavesdrop)

(cue bea walking lilith back up to the convent and kissing her against the outer wall and asking her what her intentions are, really, and lilith, cocky now in the half-dark, without mary staring her down across the table, ghosting her mouth across bea's to reply "wouldn't you like to know")

(cue bea laughing against lilith's shoulder "don't go acting as though you didn't almost need the heimlich when mary asked you that" and cue lilith pressing her up against the wall, thigh between bea's, and kissing her fiercely in a successful distraction)

[mykneeshurt]

Don’t fear the Reaper part 1

I got excited and wrote part one haha. Female character, swearing and COD typical violence throughout this series. Female x oc

A night at the pub goes awry, Ghost offers a helping hand, though that’s not the only thing you notice that night.

Don’t fear the Reaper, a popular saying about the inevitability of death. However, you were feared amongst many. You’d been with 141 for a while now and earnt your call sign ‘Reaper’, due to your extremely violent tendencies. There was nothing you loved more than watching the life drain from a persons eyes. The warmth of their blood on your skin. In fact you revelled in it.

On base those who didn’t know you, but knew of you gave you a wide berth. They felt uneasy. And honestly? You loved it. You loved making people feel uneasy, on edge. You kept to yourself mostly, preferring to observe and listen to your surroundings. You’d often be found either at the gun range, or on the mats sparring with some sucker who clearly had a death wish.

Tonight, however you were sat on the roof, dangling your feet over the edge like a child. You watched as you exhaled smoke, the sweet high of nicotine coating your lungs. The night was clear, stars peering down over you like silent protectors. It was peaceful, just how you liked it. That was until your phone vibrated next to you, a little soap emoji popped up. Smirking you rolled your eyes, wee Johnny, your closet friend here. His text was simple. Pub. Not a question but a command.

Jumping down you stubbed out the cigarette under your black boots and made your way down the stairs. Sending a kissy face emoji back to him. You swung by your room to freshen up, change of top, a swipe of red lip balm and a squirt of Baccarat Rouge 540. You slid your phone back in your pocket and gave yourself a once over in the mirror.

‘Reaper!’ He shouted excitedly down the hall, his accent thick and gravelly. God you loved his accent, any Scottish accent to be honest. ‘Hey Johnny!’ You smiled back, bounding towards him full speed. You hopped on his back as he made his way off base, you two were thick as thieves. But purely platonic, he had a girl back home he was planning on asking to marry him. You kept annoying him by asking to be his best man, constantly.

The pub wasn’t too far away from the base, a small country side pub which was normally filled with locals. Locals you had a love hate relationship with. Gaz, Price and Ghost were already there waiting for the two of you. They were all squished in a tiny booth, which looked ludicrous. Two chairs were placed outside the booth, at the end of the table ready for you.

The pub was warm and cosy, a stone floor and wooden beams adorned the ceiling. Pale white walls and a huge open fire in the centre, crackling in the background. Perfection. Two pints were already waiting for you by the time you arrived. ‘There they are! Take your fuckin time, Christ!’ Gaz greeted with a roll of his eyes. ‘Who put 20p in you this evening?’ Soap retorted, taking his seat. You followed suit, pulling your chair into the table and taking a sip of the amber liquid of the Gods.

‘Looks like you needed that’ Price laughed from behind his beard. You nodded ‘thirsty work making men submit all day.’

‘Not making em quit already I hope?’ Price asked taking a swig of his drink. Smirking, you shrugged, ‘not yet anyway.’ It was a well known fact you put new recruits through their paces during drills, especially sparring and close combat training. So much so that a few had quit mere weeks after joining, something you were quite proud of in fact.

Conversation and drinks flowed well into the evening. You stumbled back from the jukebox and eagerly awaited your song choice. ‘Better not be shit, I know what you’re like’ Ghost quipped. You feigned offence, ‘now sir, since when have I ever played shit. I am a woman of good taste I’ll have you know.’ He rolled his eyes before a small crease became visible in the outer corner. Fucker was smiling under that mask. You often wondered what his mouth looked like.

True Faith by New Order came on over the speakers, you flashed a grin to Ghost who met your gaze with some surprise. ‘Well?’

‘Hmm, not bad, I’ll let you off.’

‘Not bad?!’ You shrieked laughing, ‘this is a staple, an absolute classic. Pffft. Not bad. I’m offended.’ You swigged the dregs of your pint before standing, ‘my round lads, same as before?’ They finished off their drinks and a flurry of please and thank yous rang out among them.

The pub was busy, but wasn’t overcrowded, it was a nice atmosphere, relaxed. Putting the tray of drinks on the table you handed them out one by one. Handing Ghost his short of Bourbon his fingertips grazed yours as you passed him the glass. Normally this wouldn’t have bothered you, except he seemed to flinch. Looking up his eyes were already on you, burning through your mere presence. As you caught his gaze he looked away, desperately looking else where. Weird.

Evening turned into night, round two turned into three, turned into five. You were all starting to feel the affects of the alcohol, feeling merry and buzzed. You stood outside smoking a cigarette, taking a few minutes for yourself. Enjoying your own company until a group of men walked past, one deciding to try his chances with you. ‘Alright love? Nice arse you got there.’ You eyed him up and down, ‘thanks. Bit out of your league though a ain’t I?’ He approached your further. ‘She got a mouth on her this one. I like em feisty. Come back with me I’ll show you a good time.’

‘It’s a no from me. Keep walking, there’s a good lad.’ You pointed to the direction of the village. ‘Wasn’t asking, was tellin yah. Seems that mouth of yours needs putting to work.’ He came closer still, rage now rising in your blood. ‘I wouldn’t’ you warned, anger coating the tip of your tongue. ‘Or what?’ He squared up to you, pushing your buttons for a reaction, mashing them all together. ‘Or I’ll punch you so hard you’ll be shitting teeth for a week. Now. Fuck off.’ You stepped up to him, face to face, seeing the rage overflow from him. Clearly he doesn’t know what no means.

With him not backing down you offered one final warning. ‘Last chance. Fuck off.’ Scoffing he spat in your face, ‘bitch.’ And that was that, you saw red. Reeling back you planted a very hard Glasgow kiss on his forehead. As he stumbled backwards you pushed him, he fell to the floor with a thud. His friends then started shouting obscenities at you. ‘Oh fuck off. I’ll floor you n all if you want?’ You knew Price would have you for this, again. But you didn’t care, why should they keep getting away with it.

Due to the commotion the boys appeared at the door, seeing the larger men come to your aid the others ran off. Hoisting their confused friend off the floor and throwing him over their shoulders. ‘Think you’ve have enough love. We all have, back to base’ Price ordered. ‘He fuckin started it!’

‘And I’m finishing it. Ghost have a word, Soaps in the loo. Gaz grab her purse please mate.’

Feeling like a child you marched ahead to the base, furious at being shut down like that. With only a few short strides Ghost caught up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you. ‘You alright?’ Whipping round you looked up at him, seething, ‘do I look alright? I get harassed and yet I’m the bad guy? Fuckin Price. He can be a real arse sometimes.’

‘I know, but…’

‘But nothing. Do you know how exhausting it is to be harassed and still be made out to be the bad guy. That it feels like I should just sit back and take it? Fuck no. And fuck you if you think that.’

‘I don’t think that. None of us do.’

‘He fucking spat at me. Pity I couldn’t cave his fucking head in.’

‘He spat at you?! Lemme see.’

In your heightened state you’d completely forgot to even wipe it off your face. A string of saliva hung from your hairline to your cheek. Ghost cupped your jaw with one had and wiped away the offensive substance with the other. He’s patched you up before, but never touched you, like this. Gentle. Caring. You felt the flutter of a butterfly’s wing in your stomach, a pin prick of heat rose to your cheeks. ‘Thanks, sir’ you murmured softly.

‘Oi!’ A familiar voice boomed. Soap came running up to you, hands fumbling over you making sure you were ok. ‘Price told me what happened. Heard you head-butted the wanker. Gutted i didnae see it.’ You ruffled his hair, ‘well I can head-butt you? Then you’d know what it felt like.’

‘Fuck off Reaper. Come on’ he motioned for you to jump up for a piggyback, ‘let’s get you back before you assault anyone else.’

You jumped up onto his back and secured you legs round his waist. Turning back you saw Ghost was still watching you, nodding you offered a silent thank you. His touch still biting at your face.

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A/N hit me up if you wanna be on the tag list chief.

@sashadiurnal @iamnotyourmusebitch (thank you for fuelling me with reaper inspiration)

[isame-allen]

A virus sweeps across Dreamswap killing hundreds if not thousands. JR is working tirelessly to fix what is broken, the Memes Squad helping from the sidelines as they have made a temporary truce to stop the big bad virus. Then all of a sudden comes in a tall man wearing a black robe and has raven wings dark as night. He introduces himself as Reaper and he, along with a few other of his friends, are from the original universe. The group of newcomers have came to delete the virus and save Dreamswap. However, Dream is not comfortable not knowing who else is in his building, even if they are helping him. He gets Reaper to reveal his team so that they can recognize them in a moments notice. Before Reaper can respond loud alarms and flashing lights are all over the walls. The virus has infiltrated JR. On the way to the scene they run into a few of the new team members; Outer, Fell, Lust, Fresh, and even Reapers husband Geno. Once the ragtag group reaches the scene the see the last of the God of Deaths group, Swap. Swap was holding onto the code of the virus, throwing away all the bad and keeping the good. The DS crew did not know what to think of this Blue look alike, their Blue had died when the virus first arrived, being caught on one of the trains. When they them saw how Swap got along with the others, always having a helping hand and a open ear, they felt something. Maybe it was love or maybe just pure obsession, they will find out along the way. All they knew was that Swap had saved them and now they needed to keep him here.

Interesting

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS KOHAKU OUKAWA 69

Spoiler for my stories

?? Enter the mansion and look at the surrounding that start to change and how the door behind him disappear.

?? Put you down but put a handcuffs made of pears and shells on your hand and pulled you in a chain made of pearls and coral.

MC, trying to not look at certain pearl of the sea(witch): (>0<；)ahm....

?? Kohaku turn and your eyes almost crumble by the sight and embarrassment: σ(￣、￣〃)???

MC: ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ n-nothing..

?? Kohaku: (￢_￢;)

?? Continue walking and pulling you along, when a wall appear in front of him he pause.

?? Kohaku:

MC, embarrassed: s-sir it's a m-maze... (｡ȍᨎȍ｡)*:･ﾟ✧ s-so you get lost by the maze.. o(>< )o

?? Kohaku: (￢ ￢)

?? Tap the wall as if looking for something before he back away for a moment.

MC: ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄w-what are you doing???

?? Then throw a punch to the wall, the wall break apart upon impact.

MC: (‘◉⌓◉’) ahm....

Behind the wall is mad hatter who remove his outer coat and preparing meal for reaper:... Well. Now. (´･ᴗ･ ` ) why would you break my walls?

?? Proceed to throw darts made of sharp shell toward the two but Mad Hatter easily dodge them and stood in midair where he swiftly put a spider web and look at the intruder

Mad Hatter who sees the attireless ??: (ʘᴗʘ✿)oh my.

?? Kohaku: (눈_눈)

Mad Hatter stared at you next: (´･ᴗ･ ` ) bee won't like this.

Before you know it, your eyes is cover by white silk made of webs and the sound of something crushing and moving around you made your ears perk up before long, the web silk is remove from your eyes and you saw ?? Wearing a black Japanese traditional outfit with a black rope like necklace. Mad Hatter who remove the silk chuckle at your silly face

Mad Hatter: I made the cloths, btw. (´･ᴗ･ ` )

?? Kohaku: Σ(￣。￣ﾉ)?

Mad Hatter move his fingers and strings appears: I can make cloths. (´･ᴗ･ ` ) anyway. Since our little troublesome visitor have been fully cloths. Bee won't cause trouble once he wake up.

He stares at you as if shaming you for staring at things you shouldn't when your married already.

MC: h-hey!!! I-i don't don't s-stare... That much... (//▽//)

Mad Hatter: (◕દ◕)sure you don't...

MC: I-I DONT ???!!! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Mad Hatter: ╮(︶▽︶)╭ok I don't care either way. Even if you did stared at the naked form of another version of ya husband.

Bee who is awaken at that moment: Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Bee: (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) what?

MC: *gasp. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) YA BASTARD BLOOD! HOW DARE YOU REPEAT THAT WHEN HANII REGAIN CONSCIOUSNESS??

mad Hatter: (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)I don't see a problem with that.

Bee: *hic..

Sob sob. ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎

MC: Σ(°ロ°) H-HANIII!!!

You quickly run toward him but you slip by some unknown force and slam into the floor: ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ I'm o-ok.

You quickly stood up but to only slip again by anon disturbance: (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) ????

Mad Hatter who created those disturbance in your way: what a clumsy one. Shouldn't you help out your "waifu" who went and TRY saving you, lil bee? (´･ᴗ･ ` )

Bee, who silently did so and went to pick you up before you slam your face again to the floor: ( ꈍᴗꈍ)I'll borrow one of your room.

Mad Hatter: (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ok. Ya know ya ways in the house. So do ya I guess.

Bee left with you.

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Mad Hatter stared at ?? Who seems to don't care about what just happened

Mad hatter: that damn cat made you do that huh.(✿^‿^)

?? Kohaku: (￢ ￢)

Mad Hatter: I see, so you won't speak up... Fine then... I don't mind making you speak up. (´･ᴗ･ ` ) I think I'm getting rusty lately.... I don't mind making a practice on you... I do hope your silence will last since I don't want to disturb my guest... Kokoko.

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[snowboyclarkov]

MetalBurst Project - Season 2: Beyblade Burst Evolution

Includes the basics (bladers, beyblades, battles, events, debuts). Specific scores of individual matches not included. Also, some teams are from different nations to adhere to a 1 team/nation rule (except for Catalonia).

Note: the times when some bladers meet their bey Spirits for the first time are what count as that spirit's debut.

Each opening would have different scenes from the original, but while I can draw I can't animate whatsoever, nor do I have time to draw an entire opening. So use your minds to imagine alternate scenes for the opening.

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[English] Opening Theme (Ep. 1-35): Evolution

[English] Opening Theme (Ep. 36-52): Made For This

[Japanese] Opening Theme (3 versions - Ep. 1-24, Ep. 25-35 + Ep. 36-52): Evolution Burst!

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Note: Motif, and avatar/spirit, is according to the Beyblade Wiki and by me.

Bladers (Beyblades - Motifs) - MOVES:

Alexander Shakadera (Surge Xcalius 1 Iron - Holy Sword of England) - DUAL SABERS, TRIPLE SABER

Boa Alcazaba (Arc Balkesh 2Bump Atomic - God Dragon) - FINAL GUARD, FINAL CRASH

Clio Delon (Deep Caynox 4Flow Bearing - Primordial Void) - LEVITATION LAUNCH

Count Nightfell (Duo Aether 7Star Unite - Sun-Moon Combination) - ECLIPSE LAUNCH

Cuza Ackermann (Alter Cognite 6Meteor Trans - Time God) - TIGHTROPE DIVE, WARP LAUNCH, ETERNITY LAUNCH, SPINNING MOON DIVE

Daigo Kurogami (Krusher Doomscizor 2Vortex Hunter - Grim Reaper) - DOUBLE STRIKE, HUNT LAUNCH

Esmeralda Petersburg (Smite Amaterios 0Bump Anchor - Sun Goddess) - SMITE SPIN

Free de la Hoya (Drain Fafnir 8 Nothing - Golden Dragon) - DRAIN SPIN, NOTHING BREAK

Ghasem Madal (Maximum Garudas 8Flow Flugel - King of Birds) - METEOR STRIKE

Joshua Burns (Blast Jinnius 5Glaive Guard - Genie) - CYCLONE WALL, CYCLONE COUNTER

Ken Midori (Guardian Kerbeus 7 Nothing - Underworld Guardian) - GUARDIAN LAUNCH, NOTHING COUNTER

Kurt Baratier (Boom Khalzar 7Under Hunter - Hurricane Bird God) - SKYSCRAPER BOOST, THUNDER ATTACK, BOLT ATTACK

Lui Shirosagi (Nightmare Lúinor Destroy - Ice Dragon of Ruin) - DRAGON CRASH, NIGHTMARE BOOST

Norman Tarver (Twin Noctemis 3Hit Jaggy - Anger God) - UPPER CRASH, COLOSSUS HAMMER

Rantaro Kiyama (Berserk Roktavor 4Cross Flugel - Winged Demon) - ROKTAVOR ZONE, STAMINA LAUNCH

Raul Comas (Genesis/Strike Valtryek Mugen - Battle Goddess) - INFINITY LAUNCH, GENESIS WHIP

Ren Wu Sun (Shelter Regulus 5Star Tower - Lion) - SHELTER DEFENCE, FANG ATTACK

Shu Kurenai (Legend Spryzen 7 Merge | Spryzen Requiem 0 Zeta - Protector Giant) - COUNTER BREAK, UPPER LAUNCH, CRUX BOOST, AXE LAUNCH | COUNTER BREAK, UPPER LAUNCH, REQUIEM WHIP, REQUIEM ZONE, REQUIEM SPIN

Silas Karlisle (Kinetic Satomb 2Glaive Loop - Devil) - ROLLER DRIFT, ROLLER DEFENCE, CYCLONE LOOP

Suki Ryushima (Shining Orichalcum Outer Octa - Mountain Metal) - SHINING COUNTER, SHINING BREAK, OMEGA ATTACK

Tess Dileva (Shadow Orichalcum Aero Bite - Mountain Metal) - LUNAR COUNTER, SHADOW BREAK, LUNAR SONATA

Toko Aoi (Spiral Treptune 8Bump Wedge - Three-Pronged Spear) - SPIRAL COUNTER

Valt Aoi (Genesis Valtryek 6Vortex Reboot | Strike Valtryek 6Vortex Reboot | Strike Valtryek 6Vortex Ultimate Reboot - Battle Goddess) - SPRING ATTACK, GENESIS REBOOT, SPRING WINGED LAUNCH, SPRING RUSH LAUNCH, FLASH LAUNCH | GENESIS WHIP, GENESIS REBOOT | GENESIS WHIP, ULTIMATE GENESIS REBOOT, ULTIMATE FLASH LAUNCH

Wakiya Murasaki (Tempest Wyvron 4Glaive Atomic - Wyvern) - SUPER TEMPEST ATTACK, TEMPEST SHIELD, HYPER SHIELD CRASH

Zachary Kaneguro (Galaxy Zeutron 4Meteor Planet - Thunder God) - GALAXY BOOST, GRAND LIGHTNING*, PLANET BREAK

Pablo (Uber Unicrest Upper Xtreme - Unicorn)

Paul Orlando (Storm Spryzn Limited Press - Protector Giant)

Mark Strong (Uber Unicrest Triple Revolve - Unicorn)

Calli/Kahli (Dual Diomedes Triple Accel - Hero King)

Ivan (Beast Betromoth Infinity Press - Beast)

Rickson Clay (Jumbo Jormuntor Jerk Unite - World Serpent)

Shasa Guten (Giga Gaianon Vertical Cycle - Primordial of Earth)

Stan Hamburg (Psychic Phantazus Polish Weight - Phantom)

Django del Toro (Quill Quetziko Quarter Hold - Wind & Learning God)

Rodrick (Storm Spryzen Limited Press - Protector Giant)

Spark Torres (Hyper Horusood Gravity Xtreme - Sky God)

Sara Sanchez (Raging Roktavor Limited Press - Winged Demon)

Xavier Kappa (King Kerbeus Knuckle Unite - Underworld Guardian)

Ruck Mar (Omni Odax Upper Yielding - War God)

Allan Renoir (Raging Roktavor Knuckle Unite - Winged Demon)

Arthur Lawrence (King Kerbeus Knuckle Unite - Underworld Guardian)

George Star (Uber Unicrest Upper Xtreme - Unicorn)

Jorge Ortega (Hyper Horusood Gravity Xtreme - Sky God)

Richard Yello (Shadow Roktavor 4Cross Flugel - Winged Demon)

Black Eye (Shadow Doomscizor 2Vortex Hunter - Grim Reaper)

Grey Eye (Shadow Cognite 6Meteor Trans - Time God)

Azure Eye (Shadow Valtryek 6Vortex Reboot - Battle Goddess)

Violet Eye (Shadow Wyvron 4Glaive Atomic - Wyvern)

Dylan Summers (Raging Roktavor Force Jaggy - Winged Demon)

Dolph Henson (Hyper Horusood Gravity Xtreme - Sky God)

Lionel Mecca (King Kerbeus Knuckle Unite - Underworld Guardian)

Thiago Torres (Hyper Horusood Gravity Xtreme - Sky God)

Leone Balone (Omni Odax Upper Yielding - War God)

Javier (Uber Unicrest Triple Revolve - Unicorn)

Ana Mark (Omni Odax Upper Yielding - War God)

Carlos Thunder (Omni Odax Gravity Needle - War God)

Ramon Martinez (Dark Doomscizor Knuckle Unite - Grim Reaper)

Sergio Lopez (Raging Roktavor Knuckle Unite - Winged Demon)

Anton (King Kerbeus Gravity Revolve - Underworld Guardian)

Jeff Peterson (Raging Roktavor Force Jaggy - Winged Demon)

Ataru Okinaka (Storm Spryzen Mugen - Protector Giant)

*Galaxy Zeutron having a move called Grand Lightning in this fan-made season is a homage to Dynamis and Jade Jupiter.

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Teams (Known bladers only if available, at time of World League):

Sol (Spain) = Valt Aoi, Rantaro Kiyama, Zachary Kaneguro, Silas Karlisle, Cuza Ackermann, Suki Ryushima, Rickson Clay, Shasa Guten

Sunbat United (Catalonia) = Wakiya Murasaki, Ken Midori, Django del Toro, Ataru Okinaka

Top Wand (Germany) = Heinrich, Rodrick

Galleon (Portugal) = Xavier Kappa, Sara Sanchez, Spark Torres

Gallus (France) = Daigo Kurogami, Allan Renoir, Ruck Mar

Nord (Sweden) = Unknown bladers

Royals (England) = Arthur Lawrence, George Star, Ghasem Madal, Jeff Peterson, Pax Forsythe [Retired due to injury]

Raging Bulls (America) = Joshua Burns, Free de la Hoya, Tess Dileva, Richard Yello, Dylan Summers, Guy Spear, Dust Rukane

Lago (Mexico) = Jorge Ortega, Ramon Martinez, Sergio Lopez

Rios (Brazil) = Alexander Shakadera, Ren Wu Sun, Javier, Ana Mark Carlos Thunder, Stan Hamburg

Rocks (Australia) = Dolph Henson

Tango Rhythms (Argentina) = Lionel Mecca, Thiago Torres, Leone Balone

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Key -> SOLvSUU = Sol vs. Sunbat United, EL = European League, SOLvTOW = Sol vs. Top Wand, SOLvNOR = Sol vs. Nord, SOLvGLO = Sol vs. Galleon, SOLvGAL = Sol vs. Gallus, SOLvROY = Sol vs. Royals, NAL = North American League, RABvLAG = Raging Bulls vs. Lago, WL = World League, RABvROC = Raging Bulls vs. Rocks, SOLvTAR = Sol vs. Tango Rhythms, RIOvLAG = Rios vs. Lago, ROYvSOL = Royals vs. Sol, RIOvSUU = Rios vs. Sunbat United, GALvGLO = Gallus vs. Galleon, RABvTOW = Raging Bulls vs. Top Wand, RIOvSOL = Rios vs. Sol, RABvGAL = Raging Bulls vs. Gallus, SOLvRAB = Sol vs. Raging Bulls, IBC = International Bladers Cup

Main Protagonists = Valt Aoi, Free de la Hoya (IBC)

Main Antagonists = Theodore Glass, Spryzen, Tess Dileva

Disc 1 Antagonists (Pre-IBC) = Shu Kurenai, Free de la Hoya

Disc 1 Antagonists (IBC) = Kurt Baratier, Norman Tarver

Episodes -> (Battles [Events]) -> {Other}:

01 - To The World! Genesis Valtryek! -> (Pablo defeats Ken, Silas defeats Pablo, Valt loses to Silas, Valt defeats Silas) -> {Silas/Kit/Pablo/Raul debut, Valt/Ken make their Evolution debut, Satomb cracks Valtryek, Victory Valtryek is evolved into Genesis Valtryek, King Kerbeus is evolved into Guardian Kerbeus}

02 - Fighting Spirit! Berserk Roktavor! -> (Rantaro defeats Paul, Valt defeats Mark, Rantaro defeats Calli/Kahli, Valt defeats Suki, Rantaro defeats Zachary, Valt defeats Tess, Valt defeats Rantaro) -> {Kristina/Trad/Free debut, Rantaro/Tess/Zachary/Suki make their Evolution debut, Berserk Roktavor is created, Valt/Rantaro/Zachary/Tess/Suki are accepted into Sol}

03 - Shock! Drain Fafnir! -> (Free defeats Valt, Free defeats Rantaro, Free defeats Ivan, Free defeats Rickson, Free defeats Shasa, Free defeats Ken, Free defeats Esmeralda) -> {Ataru/Honey/Shasa/Ange/Senor Hanami/Ivan/Rickson/Django debut, Wakiya/Esmeralda/Stan make their Evolution debut, Esmeralda/Stan are revealed to be part of Sol, Wakiya/Silas are revealed to be part of Sunbat United, Sunbat United challenge Sol to a battle}

04 - Whirlwind! Tempest Wyvron! -> (Wakiya defeats Rantaro [SOLvSUU], Wakiya loses to Valt [SOLvSUU continued]) -> {Theodore debuts, Valt removes Valtryek's Vortex frame}

05 - Devil Assault! Kinetic Satomb! -> (Valt loses to Silas [SOLvSUU], Free defeats Silas [SOLvSUU continued])

06 - Severe Earthquake! Sol! -> (Rantaro defeats Wakiya [SOLvSUU: SOL 4-2 SUU], Rickson defeats Calli/Kahli, Stan defeats Suki, Ivan defeats Esmeralda, Shasa defeats Tess, Django loses to Valt, Django loses to Silas, Silas defeats Rantaro) -> {Rantaro removes Roktavor's Cross frame, Valt reattaches Valtryek's Vortex frame, Silas leaves Sunbat United & is accepted into Sol, Django leaves Sol after demotion to the B-Team causing tension between Stan & Valt, Esmeralda vindictively forces Tess to leave Sol after the latter tried to screw up her secret plan to leave Sol herself}

07 - Reach It! Journey To The Top! -> (Rickson defeats Stan, Shasa vs. Ivan interuppted, Valt draws with Rantaro, Esmeralda defeats Calli/Kahli, Rickson draws with Ivan, Valt defeats Stan, Silas loses to Rantaro) -> {Rantaro reattaches Roktavor's Cross frame, Stan blames Valt for Django leaving Sol}

08 - Season Opener! European League! -> (Free defeats Heinrich [EL Round 1: SOLvTOW], Valt loses to Cuza [EL Round 1: SOLvTOW continued]) -> {Cuza/Carl/Rodrick debut, Heinrich/Cuza are revealed to be part of Top Wand, Theodore starts trying to convince Free to join Raging Bulls}

09 - Temporal Troupe! Alter Cognite! -> (Rantaro loses to Rodrick [EL Round 1: SOLvTOW], Free defeats Cuza [EL Round 1: SOLvTOW], Valt defeats Cuza [EL Round 1: SOL 3-2 TOW]) -> {Theodore continues scouting Free}

10 - Free To Launch! Valt and Free! -> (Ivan draws with Rickson, Stan draws with Shasa, Rantaro vs Suki interrupted, Valt loses to Free) -> {Silas confronts Kristina and Trad about not being chosen for the team more but Trad tells him to swallow his pride, Valt's/Rantaro's rankings move up alongside Sol's causing tension between them and the rest of the team, Valt/Rantaro are revealed to have tried contacting Shu but he has not gotten back to them, Alexander is revealed to be in Brazil, Free leaves Sol to join Raging Bulls, Free allows Valt access to his secret forest stadium}

11 - The Collapse! A Team Divided! -> (Zachary loses to Tess [EL Round 2: SOL 0-3 NOR], Valt vs Rantaro interrupted, Silas defeats 5 random bladers at once, Silas defeats Wakiya, Rantaro loses to Spark [EL Round 3: SOLvGLO], Suki loses to Sara [EL Round 3: SOLvGLO], Valt loses to Xavier K. [EL Round 3: SOL 0-3 GLO]) -> {Tess is revealed to have gained a new bey from an unknown place called Shadow Orichalcum, Zachary's humiliation at causes an increase in aggressiveness and an exodus of unfaithful fans, Tess is revealed to have joined Nord, the crushing defeat to Nord causes further friction within Sol, Silas leaves refusing to be held back by Valt any longer but Wakiya convinces him to return to which he says he just needed fresh air, Ivan leaves Sol to achieve his dream of becoming a BeyTrainer, Esmeralda leaves Sol to become the bodyguard for an enigmatic new client even though her employers [apprenticeship-type thing] never assigned her one raising heavy suspicion from Trad}

12 - Second Coming! The Return Of Doomscizor! -> (Rantaro loses to Rickson, Rantaro loses to Silas, Valt loses to Daigo, Rantaro loses to Daigo, Rantaro draws with Ruck, Valt defeats Shasa) -> {Allan/Ruck/Marie debut, Daigo makes his Evolution debut, Daigo is revealed to be part of Gallus, Dark Doomscizor is revealed to have been evolved into Krusher Doomscizor, Daigo fails to convince Valt/Rantaro to join him in France but his attempt make Sol think the two do plan to leave and they are removed from the eligible bladers list, Shasa gives up her place for Valt after she realises he is telling the truth about not leaving, Zachary quickly recovers with help from Kristina and decides to take back his place in stardom as an idol with backing from the faithful fans who stick around regardless of the result, Zillion Zeutron is evolved into Galaxy Zeutron}

13 - Beyond The Sunrise! Galaxy Zeutron! -> (Valt loses to Daigo [EL Round 4: SOLvGAL], Zachary defeats Ruck [EL Round 4: SOLvGAL], Silas loses to Allan [EL Round 4: SOLvGAL], Valt defeats Daigo [EL Round 4: SOLvGAL], Zachary defeats Daigo [EL Round 4: SOL 3-2 GAL]) -> {Ghasem/Arthur L./George debut, Ghasem watches the match between Silas and Allan, Daigo's role in improving Gallus is revealed}

14 - Attack! Shining Orichalcum! -> (Silas defeats Ken, Suki defeats Silas, Silas defeats Ghasem [Flashback], George loses to Arthur L., Silas loses to Ghasem [EL Round 5: SOLvROY]) -> {Valt is named leader of Sol, it is revealed that Ghasem holds a grudge against Silas for destroying his old bey, Suki creates Shining Orichalcum out of Salvo Surtr having naturally watched Tess' demolition of Zachary as part of Sol}

15 - Maximus Garuda! The Airborne Bey! -> (Suki defeats Arthur L. [EL Round 5: SOLvROY], Zachary draws with Ghasem [EL Round 5: SOLvROY], Rantaro defeats George [EL Round 5: SOLvROY], Valt loses to Ghasem [EL Round 5: SOLvROY], Silas defeats Ghasem [EL Round 5: SOL 3-2 ROY]) -> {It is revealed that Ghasem recieved Garuda from Arthur L., victory over Royals mean Sol qualify for the World League, Wakiya tells Valt/Rantaro that Shu is missing}

16 - The Search For Shu! Legend Spryzen! -> (Shu defeats Jorge [NAL Round 5: RAB 3-0 LAG], Valt loses to Red Eye) -> {Jorge debuts, Valt/Rantaro/Daigo/Wakiya/Suki travel to Mexico to search for Shu and meet Cuza along the way, Zachary opts to remain at Sol, the crew learn about Snake Pit and discover its HQ, the crew meet a boy called Red Eye who has supposedly stolen Shu's Spryzen for himself}

17 - Shadow Magic! The Snake Pit! -> (Rantaro loses to Yellow Eye) -> {Gold Eye/Boa/Black Eye/Violet Eye/Grey Eye/Yellow Eye/Azure Eye debut, Silver Eye makes her Evolution debut, the crew learn more about Snake Pit and discover the Shadow Bladers, Rantaro is almost kicked out of the Snake Pit but the crew save him}

18 - Into The Labyrinth! Underground Maze! -> (Daigo defeats Black Eye, Cuza defeats Grey Eye, Valt vs. Azure Eye continued) -> {Black Eye/Grey Eye are kicked out of Snake Pit}

19 - Secret Fire! Red And Silver! -> (Valt defeats Azure Eye, Wakiya vs. Violet Eye [interrupted by Red Eye] -> Wakiya vs. Violet Eye vs. Red Eye [Battle Royale results: Red Eye > Wakiya > Violet Eye], Valt/Daigo/Cuza vs. Red Eye [interrupted by Suki/Silver Eye] -> Valt/Daigo/Cuza/Suki lose to Red Eye/Silver Eye) -> {Azure Eye is kicked out of Snake Pit, Wakiya/Violet Eye are kicked out of Snake Pit, Tess is revealed to have gained Shadow Orichalcum from Ashtem, Valt/Suki/Rantaro/Daigo/Cuza are kicked out of Snake Pit, Tess is revealed to be Silver Eye, Boa guides the crew through the jungle to safety}

20 - New Teammates! New Rivals! -> (Cuza draws with Silas, Kristina loses to Free [Flashback], Valt loses to Cuza, Valt defeats Stan) -> {Cuza leaves Top Wand to join Sol, Trad leaves Sol to join Raging Bulls, Stan leaves Sol and heads to Brazil, the members of Sol discover Free's secret forest stadium and that he gave Valt permission to use it, Free is revealed to have entrusted Valt with leading the team in his absence}

21 - A-List! Joshua Burns! -> (Joshua defeats Cuza) -> {Joshua/Deborah/Terry debut, Joshua invites Sol to star in his latest movie, Joshua declines Wakiya's invitation to join Sunbat United}

22 - Blast Jinnius! Caller of Storms! -> (Rantaro loses to Joshua, Wakiya loses to Joshua) -> {The movie finishes, Wakiya challenges Joshua intent on making him join Sunbat United if he loses, Joshua reveals Jinnius' true power, Theodore convinces Joshua to become the captain of Raging Bulls}

23 - Infinity Stadium! Raul's Challenge! -> (Joshua defeats Richard, Valt loses to Shasa, Valt loses to Raul, Silas loses to Raul) -> {Yellow Eye is revealed to have left Snake Pit to focus on Raging Bulls, Yellow Eye's identity is revealed as Richard Yello, Kristina's grandad Jinbei is revealed to be a legendary blader of the past and the creator of the first ever beyblades, Jinbei & Raul are revealed to have been rivals, Sol receive a new stadium, Kristina confides in Suki about her doubts about being a good manager for Sol, Suki slowly convinces Kristina to continue her way of managing the team citing her own increase in confidence/willingness to interact with her teammates as proof, Kristina admits her doubts haven't gone away but resolves to persist past them}

24 - World League! Setting The Stage! -> (Joshua defeats Dylan, Valt draws with Rantaro, Joshua loses to Free, Joshua defeats Dolph [WL Round 1: RAB 3-0 ROC], Valt vs. Lionel continued [WL Round 1: SOLvTAR]) -> {Lionel/Thiago/Leone/Karina/Dylan debut, Joshua attempts to connect with Free & eventually succeeds, Free & Valt reminisce about when Free left Sol, Kristina reveals to Valt that Free thought he would make Sol a better team in his absence which Valt acknowledges, Red Eye leaves Snake Pit to find his own path after hearing that two bladers defeated several Snake Pit members including Tess, the World League begins}

25 - Sword Fighting! Surge Xcalius! -> (Valt defeats Lionel [WL Round 1: SOLvTAR], Silas defeats Thiago [WL Round 1: SOLvTAR], Cuza defeats Leone [WL Round 1: SOL 3-0 TAR], Alexander defeats 100 unknown bladers in a row [Flashback], Alexander defeats Javier/Ana/Carlos [Flashback], Alexander defeats Stan [Flashback], Ren Wu defeats Ramon [WL Round 1: RIOvLAG], Stan defeats Sergio [WL Round 1: RIOvLAG], Alexander defeats Jorge [WL Round 1: RIO 3-0 LAG]) -> {Ren Wu/Ramon/Sergio/Horikawa/Marco/Javier/Carlos/Ana/Banner debut, Alexander makes his Evolution debut, Alexander is revealed to have forged Surge Xcalius as an evolution of Xeno Xcalius and travelled to Brazil where he re-united with old martial artist rival Ren Wu, Alexander is revealed to have passed the 100 Blader Test to join Rios and to have received a new launcher from Banner after his launcher broke during the test, Stan joins Rios, Rick tells Valt/Rantaro/Suki/Zachary that he moved to Sol from Rios, Rick reveals to Sol that his dad Banner is the manager/founder of Rios}

26 - Explode! Genesis Reboot! -> (Rantaro loses to Raul, Shasa loses to Raul, Rickson defeats Anton, Valt loses to Rickson x3, Valt defeats Rickson, Ghasem defeats Silas [WL Quarter-Final: ROYvSOL], Arthur L. loses to Cuza [WL Quarter-Final: ROYvSOL], Jeff loses to Suki [WL Quarter-Final: ROYvSOL], Ghasem loses to Valt [WL Quarter-Final: ROY 1-3 SOL]) -> {Rickson helps Valt master Genesis Reboot, Ivan is revealed to have become the BeyTrainer of Royals}

27 - Worlds Collide! Home Turf! -> (Valt vs. Rantaro vs. Wakiya vs. Alexander vs. Ataru [Battle Royale results order: Valt > Alexander > Wakiya > Rantaro > Ataru], Suki draws with Zachary, Wakiya defeats Toko, Stan defeats Django [WL Quarter-Final: RIOvSUU], Ana defeats Ataru [WL Quarter-Final: RIOvSUU], Carlos loses to Wakiya [WL Quarter-Final: RIOvSUU], Alexander defeats Wakiya [WL Quarter-Final: RIO 3-1 SUU]) -> {Guy/Dust debut, Chiharu/Toko/Nika/Hoji/Quon/Ukio/Yugo make their Evolution debut, Sol travel to Japan to watch Rios vs. Sunbat United, Valt/Rantaro/Wakiya/Zachary/Suki introduce the rest of Sol to their old friends/rivals, Toko is revealed to have created Spiral Treptune, Ken/Django are revealed to have joined Sunbat United, Boa is scarred across the nose during Snake Pit trials, Boa obtains Arc Balkesh, Boa is tasked by Ashtem to track down & surpass Red Eye}

28 - The Vampire! Deep Caynox! -> (Cuza loses to Clio, Daigo defeats Spark [WL Quarter-Final: GALvGLO], Ruck defeats Sara [WL Quarter-Final: GALvGLO], Clio defeats Xavier K. [WL Quarter-Final: GAL 3-0 GLO], Joshua defeats Heinrich [WL Quarter-Final: RABvTOW], Free defeats Rodrick [WL Quarter-Final: RABvTOW], Tess defeats Heinrich [WL Quarter-Final: RAB 3-0 TOW], Red Eye defeats Ghasem) -> {Clio debuts, Sol/Wakiya/Ataru travel to France to watch Gallus vs. Galleon, Cuza is revealed to have been traumatized by one of Clio's magic tricks in the past, Valt & Zachary help Cuza get over his fear of Clio, Tess decides to drop being Silver Eye and leaves Snake Pit to join Raging Bulls, Maximus Garuda is crushed by the machinery of Big Ben in the Elizabeth Tower}

29 - The Fortress! Shelter Regulus! -> (Valt/Rantaro/Cuza lose to Ren Wu, Valt defeats 95 unknown bladers in a row, Alexander vs Silas continued [WL Semi-Final: RIOvSOL]) -> {Sol travel to Brazil to see the BeyCarnival, Cuza's acrobatics accidentally ruin the parade causing general anger towards Sol by the Brazilians present, Ren Wu decides to settle things with a bey battle, Valt's lacklustre performance against Ren Wu results in him letting Alexander down, Valt takes on the 100 Blader Challenge to redeem himself in Alexander's eyes & completes 95 before he tires out & Rickson collects him}

30 - Collision Course! To The Finals! -> (Alexander defeats Silas [WL Semi-Final: RIOvSOL], Joshua defeats Ruck [WL Semi-Final: RABvGAL], Stan loses to Rickson [WL Semi-Final: RIOvSOL], Clio defeats Daigo [Flashback], Dylan loses to Clio, Ren Wu vs. Cuza continued [WL Semi-Final: RIOvSOL]) -> {Clio is revealed to be an actual vampire, Suki decides it's a good time to tell Kristina of the true reason behind Tess' departure, Kristina decides to enforce a ban on Esmeralda ever returning to Sol, Suki tells a grateful Kristina that she wants to repay her help in becoming more confident by showing Tess that Sol are as exemplary as their reputation suggests, Kristina advises Suki to train with Valt knowing due to previous scouting of bladers that he's the one who convinced her to break out of her shell}

31 - The Big 5's Wall! Breaking Through! -> (Ren Wu defeats Cuza [WL Semi-Final: RIOvSOL], Daigo loses to Free [WL Semi-Final: RABvGAL], Ren Wu loses to Valt [WL Semi-Final: RIOvSOL], Tess vs. Daigo continued [WL Semi-Final: RABvGAL]) -> {Tess visits Sol to talk with Valt about the ins and outs of being a leader and being serious about their roles, Valt ruminates with Rantaro about his conversation with Tess and what it truly means to be a captain, Rantaro convinces Valt to make an effort to not be a captain in name only, Valt agrees to help personally train Suki}

32 - Peerless! Triple Saber! -> (Tess defeats Daigo [WL Semi-Final: RAB 3-1 GAL], Alexander loses to Valt [WL Semi-Final: RIO 2-3 SOL]) -> {Alexander realises Valtryek has more stages to evolve to, Raul is revealed to be working on something called Genesis Special}

33 - The Finals! Spain vs. America! -> (Lui defeats 7 unknown bladers, Red Eye defeats Alexander, Boa defeats Ren Wu, Valt loses to Raul, Valt loses to Free, Rantaro defeats Richard [WL Final: SOLvRAB], Cuza loses to Joshua [WL Final: SOLvRAB]) -> {Lui makes his Evolution debut, Lui completes a long period of intense training, Lui is revealed to have evolved Lost Lúinor into Nightmare Lúinor, Boa successfully tracks down and shows his power to Red Eye}

34 - Reassurance! Omega Attack! -> (Silas loses to Free [Flashback], Silas loses to Free [WL Final: SOLvRAB], Suki defeats Tess [WL Final: SOLvRAB], Silas vs. Joshua continued [WL Final: SOLvRAB]) -> {Lui appears to watch the World League Final, Tess being as mostly serious as ever ignores her own former Rideout teammate, Tess/Suki briefly discuss Esmeralda being vindictive and forcing her to leave after threatening to expose her own plans for departure to Kristina, Suki tells Tess she wants to prove her own development to herself a Suki creates a new move called Omega Attack to overcome Tess, Tess commends Suki for her increase in confidence since the National Tournament and Sol for becoming a team worth their lustrous reputation, Free silently agrees with Tess' judgement of his former team, Silas requests to replace Zachary and go out for match 5 claiming he needs it, Joshua forcefully takes Free's place in match 5 much to Free's displeasure, Free secretly hopes Silas can win the tournament for Sol partially to humble Joshua and partially to prove they don't need to rely on him}

35 - To The Podium! That's A Wrap! -> (Silas defeats Joshua [WL Final: SOL 3-2 RAB], Lui vs. Red Eye continued) -> [Silas temporarily switches out Satomb's Glaive frame for Valtryek's Vortex frame, Silas claims his moment of glory and wins the final, Sol win the World League, Free departs Raging Bulls to return to Sol]

36 - Duel! Lúinor vs. Spryzen! -> (Lui defeats Shu, Valt loses to Lui, Shu loses to Free [Flashback]) -> {Spryzen debuts, the power from Lúinor's Dragon Crash cleaves Red Eye's mask in half revealing Red Eye to be Shu Kurenai, Lui turns out to have known this the entire time, Shu pushes away Valt's attempts at reconnection, Lui berates Valt for not truly knowing his friend, Shu is revealed to have become Red Eye after losing to Free, Shu abandons Legend Spryzen, Boa revokes his role in disgust as Shu's apprentice and vows to surpass who he now sees as a massive disappointment, Theodore puts Shu through the Requiem Project, Shu meets Spryzen in person for the first time}

37 - Blading Deities! Challenge of Champions! -> (Free loses to Lui, Valt loses to Raul, Valt draws with Zachary, Nightfell defeats Boa) -> {Nightfell makes his Evolution debut, Free suffers his first ever defeat, The International Bladers Cup is announced, Alexander/Clio/Cuza/Daigo/Esmeralda/Free/Ghasem/Joshua/Ken/Lui/Nightfell/Rantaro/Ren Wu/Shu/Silas/Suki/Tess/Toko/Valt/Wakiya/Zachary/3 mystery bladers are announced as the participants, Esmeralda is replaced by another mystery blader due to not turning up for reasons related to when she left Sol, Free re-joins Sol, Nightfell ponders stealing Balkesh but uncharacteristically decides not to for unknown reasons, Free thanks Valt in his own way for leading Sol in his absence}

38 - Requiem Project! Spryzen Unleashed! -> (Valt loses to Free, Shu defeats Hologram Lui, Shu defeats Hologram Alexander, Shu defeats Hologram Tess, Shu defeats Hologram Joshua, Shu defeats Hologram Free, Shasa loses to Free) -> {Shasa/Valt teach Free to shake hands with an opponent after a battle, Shasa finally accepts Free back into Sol, Free reprises his role as leader of Sol, Spryzen subtly convinces Shu that they are one and the same, Shu obtains Spryzen Requiem, Spryzen possesses Shu with the intention of ruthlessly destroying anyone who gets in the way of taking Shu/itself to the top of the blading world, Nightfell creates Duo Apollo and Duo Artemis before merging them to create Duo Aether, Spryzen begins altering Shu to be the blader/master it desires, Spryzen is revealed to have a serious vendetta against Lui for beating it so many times and scarring Shu's eye}

39 - Bow Down! Boom Khalzar! -> (Kurt defeats 5 members of his gang, Rantaro loses to Kurt, Shu defeats 5 members of Kurt's gang, Valt loses to Kurt) -> {Kurt debuts, the International Bladers Cup begins, Boa/Kurt/Norman/Raul are revealed to be the mystery participants, Norman is revealed to be Esmeralda's replacement in the International Bladers Cup, Boa is revealed to have replaced a blader called Pax Forsythe who had to retire from the tournament due to injury-induced disability caused by a freak accident, the International Bladers Cup is divided into 4 groups consisting of Group A: Cuza/Free/Kurt/Joshua/Silas/Zachary - Group B: Shu/Ken/Daigo/Norman/Clio/Toko - Group C: Tess/Ren Wu/Rantaro/Lui/Nightfell/Alexander - Group D: Valt/Ghasem/Boa/Wakiya/Raul/Suki, Khalzar cracks Roktavor, Valt stops Kurt's gang from stealing Roktavor, Arthur L. repairs Garuda for Ghasem, Tess tells Boa that she only ever joined Snake Pit in the first place as part of a covert attempt to save Shu from Theodore, Kurt is revealed to be the former world number 1 blader and to have never lost a battle}

40 - The Tyrant! Spryzen Requiem! -> (Cuza defeats Shasa, Valt defeats Rickson, Valt loses to Rantaro, Silas loses to Alexander [Flashback], Cuza defeats Clio, Free defeats Cuza [IBC: Group A MD1], Ken loses to Shu [IBC: Group B MD1], Ren Wu loses to Tess [IBC: Group C MD1], Ghasem loses to Valt [IBC: Group D MD1]) -> {Raul repairs Roktavor after it was cracked by Khalzar, Kurt with his gang confront Shu about his visit to Kurt's underground blading kingdom, Kurt notices fury in Shu's eyes and compliments his power, Tess rips into Valt for allowing Shu to get into the state that he's in and accuses him of not really caring for his friends, Norman tells Valt to lay off attempting to beat Shu declaring that honour to be reserved for himself, Norman is revealed to be Gold Eye and the former top blader of Snake Pit before Red Eye, Theodore is revealed to be Ashtem, Boa is revealed to have left Snake Pit realizing Theodore was using him, Boa tries to convince Norman to leave Snake Pit for that reason to which Norman responds that he isn't loyal to Theodore, Norman declares his intent to beat Shu and take back his crown to Boa while Boa declares his intent to beat Shu and surpass him to Norman at the same time, Tess declares her intent to beat Valt for being a terrible friend toward Shu to Norman and Boa, Shu rips Besu causing Ken much distress}

41 - Colossus Hammer! Twin Noctemis! -> (Kurt defeats Zachary [IBC: Group A MD1], Daigo defeats Toko [IBC: Group B MD1], Rantaro loses to Alexander [IBC: Group C MD1], Boa loses to Suki [IBC: Group D MD1], Ken defeats Cuza, Shu loses to Lui [Flashback], Cuza loses to Suki, Joshua loses to Silas [IBC: Group A MD1], Norman defeats Clio [IBC: Group B MD1], Lui defeats Nightfell [IBC: Group C MD1], Wakiya loses to Raul [IBC: Group D MD1]) -> {Raul tells Kristina he wanted to experience the bladers of this era in action for himself, fans across the stadium go nuts at the prospect of the former legend Raul re-entering the blading scene one last time, Kurt tries to crush Zeutron's main layer underneath his foot}

42 - Lunar Prime! Tess Dileva! -> (Kurt defeats Joshua [IBC: Group A MD2], Daigo loses to Norman [IBC: Group B MD2], Rantaro loses to Lui [IBC: Group C MD2], Boa defeats Wakiya [IBC: Group D MD2], Wakiya loses to Silas [Flashback], Tess defeats Esmeralda [Flashback], Zachary defeats Cuza [IBC: Group A MD2], Toko loses to Shu [IBC: Group B MD2], Alexander loses to Tess [IBC: Group C MD2], Suki defeats Valt [IBC: Group D MD2]) -> {Wakiya tells Kristina of his suspicions that Snake Pit are meddling in the tournament, Valtryek finally becomes ready for Raul's Genesis Special despite its defeat, Tess dismisses Alexander as being too unruly and careless, Shu finds out that Tess was Silver Eye, Boa harshly tells Valt that his overly positive attitude contributed to Shu turning to the Snake Pit, Valt ruminates on the verbal hammerings Tess & Boa dished out and realises that he's failed Shu by not truly looking out for his wellbeing, Theodore finds out that Tess is trying to find a way to free Shu from his grasp but is unphased by this discovery}

43 - The Eclipse! Duo Aether! -> (Free defeats Silas [IBC: Group A MD2], Ken defeats Clio [IBC: Group B MD2], Ren Wu loses to Nightfell [IBC: Group C MD2], Ghasem loses to Raul [IBC: Group D MD2], Valt loses to Kurt [Flashback], Zachary loses to Joshua [IBC: Group A MD3], Toko loses to Norman [IBC: Group B MD3], Alexander loses to Lui [IBC: Group C MD3], Suki loses to Wakiya [IBC: Group D MD3]) -> {Nightfell makes a public declaration that he won't steal the beys of any blader he beats until the tournament ends which is why he didn't steal Balkesh before, Kristina & Raul speculate about Ashtem and his potential goals}

44 - Epic Evolution! Legacy of Valtryek! -> (Valt loses to Cuza, Free defeats Kurt [IBC: Group A MD3], Ken loses to Daigo [IBC: Group B MD3], Ren Wu defeats Rantaro [IBC: Group C MD3], Ghasem loses to Boa [IBC: Group D MD3], Cuza loses to Silas [IBC: Group A MD3], Shu defeats Clio [IBC: Group B MD3], Tess loses to Nightfell [IBC: Group C MD3], Valt defeats Raul [IBC: Group D MD3]) -> {Kurt suffers his first ever defeat, Raul gives Valt the Genesis Special allowing Genesis Valtryek to upgrade to Strike Valtryek, Valt comes into his own as Raul's spiritual successor}

45 - Scorcher! Blading Miracles! -> (Lui defeats Shu [Flashback], Silas loses to Valt, Joshua defeats Cuza [IBC: Group A MD4], Norman defeats Shu [IBC: Group B MD4], Lui loses to Tess [IBC: Group C MD4], Wakiya defeats Valt [IBC: Group D MD4], Silas loses to Kurt [IBC: Group A MD4], Clio defeats Daigo [IBC: Group B MD4], Nightfell defeats Rantaro [IBC: Group C MD4], Raul loses to Boa [IBC: Group D MD4]) -> {Spryzen cracks Noctemis but despite this Noctemis pulls off a win, Norman takes back his crown as Snake Pit's best ever blader, Lui suffers his first ever defeat but due to his arrogance he dismisses it as a fluke, Tess verbally berates Lui over him calling her victory a fluke, Lui/Tess almost break into an all-out brawl before the referee forcefully splits them up, Norman repairs Twin Noctemis after it was cracked during his victory over Shu/Spryzen}

46 - Beyond The Limit! Valt vs. Shu! -> (Zachary loses to Free [IBC: Group A MD4], Toko defeats Ken [IBC: Group B MD4], Alexander defeats Ren Wu [IBC: Group C MD4], Suki loses to Ghasem [IBC: Group D MD4], Valt loses to Shu) -> {Spryzen shatters Valtryek's Reboot performance tip, Valt learns on his own that Shu's failure to live up to Valt's hopes and Tess replacing him as a Supreme Four member as well as losing to Free in a humiliating way all contributed to Theodore being able to manipulate Shu into taking up the Red Eye mantle, Valt considers confronting Free/Tess about their inadvertent role in allowing Shu to become possessed but Kristina/Rantaro/Daigo/Ken/Wakiya/Toko/Nika convince him not to, Kristina helps Valt accept the reality that his own excessive positivity has contributed the most to Shu's current issues}

47 - Full Force! Towards The Ultimate! -> (Silas loses to Zachary [IBC: Group A MD5], Clio defeats Toko [IBC: Group B MD5], Nightfell loses to Alexander [IBC: Group C MD5], Raul loses to Suki [IBC: Group D MD5], Cuza loses to Kurt [IBC: Group A MD5], Shu defeats Daigo [IBC: Group B MD5], Tess defeats Rantaro [IBC: Group C MD5], Valt defeats Boa [IBC: MD5], Joshua defeats Free [IBC: Group A MD5], Norman loses to Ken [IBC: Group B MD5], Lui defeats Ren Wu [IBC: Group C MD5], Wakiya loses to Ghasem [IBC: Group D MD5], Valt vs. Boa vs. Suki [IBC: Group D tiebreaker -> Valt = Boa > Suki]) -> {Raul creates the Ultimate Reboot performance tip for Valtryek, Valt discovers Free's training regimen of dragging/lifting boulders, Free teaches Valt about the importance of finding one's own path, Nightfell fails at getting payback against Alexander for shattering Balderov in the National Tournament, Spryzen shatters Doomscizor, Trad helps Joshua with a strategy to defeat Free and it works causing the biggest upset of the tournament, Ken fully masters Guardian Kerbeus, after Boa's crushing defeat to Shu and loss to Valt the latter stops a despairing Boa from abandoning Balkesh, Boa meets Balkesh for the first time who tells him it won't let him give up so soon, Boa creates a new move called Final Crash and gets one back on Suki who he lost to previously in the tournament, Free/Tess get into an argument over Free accusing Tess of being self-righteous in regards to her hostilities against Valt, Valt/Kristina witness the argument between Free and Tess, Free/Kurt/Shu/Norman/Tess/Lui/Valt/Boa qualify for the quarter-finals, the battle system for the quarter-finals is announced with 2 4-blader battle royales with 3 matches each and 2 points for every burst along with 1 point for every ring-out or survivor finish}

48 - Decisive Battle! The Quarter-Finals! -> (Free vs. Shu. vs. Lui vs. Boa [IBC: Quarter-Final -> Free (6) = Shu (6) > Lui (5) > Boa (2)]**) -> {Lúinor debuts, Boa tells Valt that Theodore is Ashtem and that the tournament was made to perfect Spryzen Requiem in order to eventually sell it and Shu off as a living weapon to a mysterious partner from a bey club called Inferno (its Arthur Peregrine [OOC: this is foreshadowing]), Boa reminisces about how he made it past being an ordinary Snake Pit background member to one of the world's best through sheer willpower, Lúinor ringing out Fafnir in the first round of the 3-round battle causes Lui to start becoming overconfident, Boa/Balkesh manage the previously unthinkable to burst Spryzen in the first round, Free remembers his previous defeat to Lui which made him decide to take training seriously again, Free uses his full power for the first time but begins to show signs of pushing himself too hard, Free creates a new move called Nothing Break, Free gets his revenge on Lui and reclaims his title of world's best blader, Spryzen shatters Lúinor, Spryzen takes revenge on behalf of Shu for all those times Lui wiped the floor with him including when he gave Shu his eye scar, Lui is left all but humbled by the battle's end and especially by his loss to a Spryzen-possessed Shu, Free/Shu qualify for the semi-finals, Lui meets Lúinor for the first time though Lúinor is bisected, Lui discovers how fun battling an opponent on his level is, Lúinor shares one of Lui's iconic laughs before finally dying, Lui tells Lúinor that he's proud of it for how bravely and hard it fought, Shu insults Lui's skill ticking him off and prompting him to swear to give Shu the beating Lui believes he deserves}

49 - The Fierce Four! Battle of Destiny! -> (Norman defeats Shu [Flashback], Lui loses to Tess [Flashback], Valt loses to Kurt [Flashback], Kurt vs. Norman vs. Tess vs. Valt [IBC: Quarter-Final -> Valt (5) > Kurt (4) > Norman (3) = Tess (3)]***) -> {Kurt rallies his followers to support his charge to prove that he is still the greatest blader, Tess saves Norman from Theodore's wrath, Norman ponders why Tess/Valt get under his skin so much, the mental shells of Kurt/Tess both begin to crack after the first round, Kurt uses his full power for the first time during the second round, Kurt throws Valtryek's performance tip to Valt instead of trying to crush it signalling a moral change for the better after the second round, Kurt declares that Valt has earned his full attention and respect as the former world champion, seeing even the formerly stone-cold Kurt develop a soft spot for Valt makes Tess seriously rethink her stance on him, Tess realises Valt is a genuine friend to Shu and the others during the third round and accepts that she isn't always right, Valtryek reaches its ultimate potential against Orichalcum in the third round, Valt and Tess reconcile with Tess telling Valt that he's the only one who can help Shu save himself, Norman remembers when Boa left Snake Pit and resolves to do the same, Tess leaves Raging Bulls, Valt/Kurt qualify for the semi-finals, Kurt tells Valt/Tess that they and any current/future friends are welcome in his underground base at any time, Free handpicks Valt to be his semi-final opponent}

50 - Breaking Point! Bursting Through! -> (Shu defeats Kurt [IBC: Semi-Final]) -> {Khalzar debuts, Raul tells Sol that Kurt is likely the best blader in terms of sheer power at this point, Shu is forced to resort to strategy to overcome Kurt, Kurt meets Khalzar for the first time, Spryzen fails to shatter Khalzar which Kurt happily mocks him for, Kurt fully commits to changing his ways and re-entering the blading world}

51 - One's Own Path! Fafnir vs. Valtryek! -> (Free loses to Valt by default [IBC: Semi-Final -> Score at time of forfeit: DFA 2-2 SVA], Valt vs. Shu continued [IBC: Final]) -> {Fafnir debuts, Gabe/Naoki/Jin/Orochi/Akira/Ben/Hoji make their Evolution debut, Free meets Fafnir for the first time, Free is convinced by Kristina to forfeit with over-exertion injuries and has to be carried off on a stretcher, Free thanks Valt while on the stretcher for pushing him to use his full power and admits that he now sees blading as fun, Beigoma Academy and Valt's family arrive to cheer him on and help him train, Free realises his teammates genuinely care about him as if he were a family member, Free apologises to Sol for pushing himself too hard and entrusts Valt with defeating Shu, Theodore finds out that Spryzen has completely possessed Shu's body and is exuberant that the Requiem Project has gone better than he ever hoped}

52 - Enter The Final! A Champion Is Crowned! -> (Valt defeats Shu [IBC: Final], Valt defeats Shu [Flashback], Lui defeats Shu [Flashback], Shu defeats Norman) -> {Fubuki debuts, all the IBC/Beigoma bladers and Valt's mother/siblings come to watch the final, Valt meets Spryzen, Valt realises mid-battle that Spryzen has possessed Shu, Valt wins the International Bladers Cup and becomes the new world champion, Shu briefly takes back control of his body/mind and finally admits that he would never be able to forgive himself if he ever lost to Valt, Shu takes the chance Valt gave him and frees himself from Spryzen's possession, Shu leaves Snake Pit, Valt/Shu become friends again, Shu finds out that Norman was Gold Eye, Norman requests a rematch with Shu to see what he is truly like now that both are out of the Snake Pit, Theodore admits defeat and revokes his plans but warns Kristina that he will return, Shu becomes Fubuki's mentor, Valt's time as main protagonist ends}

**First battle: Lúinor ringed out Fafnir, Balkesh burst Spryzen, Lúinor burst Balkesh [B = 2, F = 0, L = 3, S = 0] -> Second battle: Fafnir ringed out Balkesh, Lúinor burst Spryzen, Fafnir burst Lúinor [B = 2, F = 4, L = 5, S = 0] -> Third battle: Spryzen burst Balkesh, Spryzen shattered Lúinor, Spryzen & Fafnir burst each other [B = 2, F = 6, L = 5, S = 6]

***First battle: Orichalcum ringed out Khalzar, Noctemis burst Orichalcum, Valtryek burst Noctemis [K =0 , N = 2, T = 1 , V = 2] -> Second battle: Orichalcum ringed out Valtryek, Khalzar burst Noctemis & Orichalcum at once [K = 4, N = 2, T = 2, V = 2] -> Third battle: Noctemis ringed out Khalzar, Orichalcum ringed out Noctemis, Valtryek and Orichalcum burst each other but Orichalcum burst first [K = 4, N = 3, T = 3, V = 5]

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Blader rankings at end of season:

Free de la Hoya

Valt Aoi

Shu Kurenai

Kurt Baratier

Tess Dileva

Lui Shirosagi

Norman Tarver

Boa Alcazaba

Silas Karlisle

Suki Ryushima

Joshua Burns

Zachary Kaneguro

Alexander Shakadera

Ken Midori

Esmeralda Petersburg

Count Nightfell

Raul Comas

Clio Delon

Daigo Kurogami

Wakiya Murasaki

Ren Wu Sun

Cuza Ackermann

Toko Aoi

Ghasem Madal

Rantaro Kiyama

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International Bladers Cup Participants (A.U. version):

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MetalBurst Project - Season 1:

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Note: 5 of my OCs in chronological order of meeting C.J.S. after his 'being able to be himself' revelation over the course of a few months - the stoic bodyguard-in-training Esmeralda Petersburg, the disciplinarian Tess Dileva, the poetic Kirumi Silkenstar (introduced in later season), the spunky wannabe witch Karaina Caulton (introduced in later season) & the highly introverted loner Suki Ryushima - are derived from and inspired by existing OCs found on (y/n) x yandere quizzes on Quotev that I took a liking to thanks to the story/characters/detail/etc., like how much of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure is inspired by Western songs. This includes their personalities. I took 5 such quizzes honestly answering the questions posed based on my personality and that of Clarkov Sahaidachny/Furutani, my first and main OC, which are very similar in most ways but very different in some areas. These 5 were the results. As for the dere sides, they start out full on and become more mentally sound as time goes on. That part is inspired by the development of Mizore Shirayuki in Rosario + Vampire. It's how I have to do almost everything in life. Start out with a base, then slowly build it into my own thing. It's a bit annoying, but I make do with what I have. I'll leave a link to the quizzes below.

The quizzes:

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/14308763/and-they-were-roommates-yanderes-x-reader

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/9340557/Bloodstained-Roses-Girl-Yanderes-X-Male-Reader-Part-0 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/9459484/Bloodstained-Roses-Girl-Yanderes-x-Male-Reader-Part-1 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/9916834/Bloodstained-Roses-Female-Yanderes-x-Male-Reader-Part-2 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/9941208/Bloodstained-Roses-Female-Yanderes-x-Male-Reader-Part-3 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/9982278/Bloodstained-Roses-Female-Yanderes-x-Male-Reader-Part-4 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/10307250/Bloodstained-Roses-Tess-x-Male-Reader-Part-5 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/11771247/Bloodstained-Roses-Tess-x-Male-Reader-Part-6

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/10443555/How-Far-Will-You-Go-Yandere-RP-Part-1

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/11634020/Tendrils-Of-Enchantment-Supernatural-Girl-Yanderes-x-Reader-Part-1 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/11809703/Tendrils-Of-Enchantment-Supernatural-Girl-Yanderes-x-Reader-Part-2 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/11897977/Tendrils-Of-Enchantment-Supernatural-Girl-Yanderes-x-Reader-Part-3-FINAL

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/12939352/Which-Yandere-Is-For-You-Part-1 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/12940932/Which-Yandere-Is-For-You-Part-2

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The Life We Have Earned - Spring Cleaning [NSFW]

Reaper (Gabriel Reyes)/Soldier76 (Jack Morrison)

The husbands go for a grocery shop the day after moving in. Mischief and shenanigans do, in fact, ensue.

MOVE IN DAY [1] - FOOD RUN[2]

Or read it on AO3 here

WARNING! This fic features - Sexual acts

The early summer afternoon sun shone down upon the quiet, peaceful houses in the suburbs just shy of the big city. Warm enough to have young children playing in the yards but not too hot that all the garden's sprinklers were on to save their ideal emerald green lawns.

In one house, all the doors and windows were open, allowing the faintest of breezes to blow through. The vacuum and mop were still leaning against a wall in the kitchen and nearly all surfaces had been cleaned of dirt and dust. With the warmth in the air, it had inspired the occupants to do some (out of season) spring cleaning. 

One of the occupants, dark and nearly always having a frown on his face, was currently hanging the washing on the washing line in the backyard. Basket full of washing in the grass at his feet, he draped clothes, towels and sheets to dry in the warmth of the sun. Squinting on the occasions when the bright sun snuck past the drying fabrics to blind him.

The other resident was still inside, tanned but with white hair, he busied himself in the laundry. One and a half sets of boots were set by his feet while the one lonely right boot was in his hand. Desperately scrubbing at hardened mud and grime, grunting and swearing in his struggle.

The warmth of summer was still new and novel and had inspired the two men to venture for a hike in the nearby mountains just a half-hour drive from home. They had forgotten, however, that there had been a great showering of rain the night before. Causing the ground to be soft and malleable at first light when they had set out on their walk from their parking spot at the base of the path. To summarize it simply, their boots had not been the only thing caked in grime when they finally got home yesterday night. And now, Jake Morrison-Reyes was paying the cost.

Sponges, scower, an old guide brush and even a rusted fork were at his disposal as he struggled to get the solid muck out from the grips of the bottom of the boot. Thanking he wore a thinner shirt, he was already straining with exertion with how fiercely he brushed at the grime. And this was the first of four he was planning to clean.

Sighing in frustration, Jack dropped the fork and boot into the sink in front of him. Needing a break before he felt carpel tunnel kicked in. Looking up, he could see Gabriel through the window.

Gabriel Morrison-Reyes, wore a baggy black shirt with the words ‘Death walks among you' in heavy metal-inspired fontage. He also wore short however these were not just any shorts, but the shortest of shorts Jack had ever seen Gabriel wear. Cut high on the upper thigh, the sleeve rising high on the outer side of the leg to give a seductive peekaboo of the rearend that made it very difficult not to stare.

This was not the first time Jack had seen Gabriel wear those shorts, however. Gabriel had bought the damn things ages ago when he was on deployment in Brazil. Needing shorts as he forgot to pack civilian clothes suitable for warmer weather, he had bought the first thing he had found. Obviously disgruntled, Gabriel had never thrown them away. At first surely to not to waste the money already spent, even if they were indecent. But those shorts were surely brokering on a decade old and Jack had the sneaking suspicion Gabriel only kept them now to taunt him.

So there they were, still on Gabriel’s person, some of the threads undone and a hole near the base of a sleeve. And damn it, Gabriel’s ass looked fine in them. Jack bit his lip as he looked through the window, not much caring if he was caught. As he beheld his husband through the window, because damn it, someone had to.

Gabriel had one of the fitted sheet’s in his hands, flapping the fabric in the wind a few times before hanging it on the line. The flex of his arms, straining all the while. Then, he ducked down to get the matching pillow cases and fuck, did his ass look good in those stupid shorts. Just the perfect amount of ass was visible peaking below the cloth, and even with the fabric being worn, still hugged to his rear to make a very alluring shape.

He could stare at that ass for days, enjoy the way it tilted when Gabriel leaned over or when he settled on one leg. He had to thank Gabriel for still keeping up his physique.

The sight made him think about just he should do such a fine specimen. Touch it, grope it, fuck it, eat it out. He did not even care if Gabriel was sweaty from a day of cleaning. He realised his crotch was warming and growing sensitive. Jack had to look away, letting out a funneled breath through his mouth as he tried not to get a erection during the middle of cleaning boots, of all things. Taking a moment, he strained to think of something to distract him. 

Mud, glass, trees, dogs, washing, clothing, ass- FUCK.

“You know soaking might do the trick?” Gabriel’s voice interrupted Jack’s focus.

Jack looked up in surprise to see Gabriel coming back through the laundry door, empty basket in hand.

“W-What?” Jack spluttered, feeling his face burn before averting his eyes again.

“The boots, the mud’ll slip right off if you just soak them.” Gabriel repeated.

“O-Oh,” Jack started, looking down at his rather pathetic attempt so far. “You might be right, hah, I wasn’t thinking.”

Gabriel only let out a grunt, leaning over to open the laundry door to pull out the next load of washing. Dark fabrics came tumbling out and into the basket but Jack did not notice as his eyes betrayed him by staring at Gabriel’s behind.

Gabriel, damn him, must have noticed, “Seeing something you like?” Not hiding a smug smirk that curled his lip.

Jack thought to say no, defend his ego, but he knew better. Gabriel could read him like an open book and still have energy enough to be smug. So he did not fight it.

He gave Gabriel a awkward smile, “What’s there not to like? If I didn’t know any better, I would think you wore those shorts to mess with me.”

Basket now full and washing machine empty, Gabriel stood straight and his grin was only growing wider. “And if I did? What’re you gonna do about it?”

“Several things,” Jack replied, feeling his mouth grow dry and forcing himself to gulp.

“Really? Then how’s about you show me? Then I might learn my lesson.” Gabriel said, voice heavy and low like gravel but smooth like velvet.

Jack’s took a heavy breath in and out through his mouth. Gabriel loved to test him, tempt him. Keep him on his toes. It was one of the things he liked most about him. He also found great enjoyment in surprising Gabriel too.

He kicked the basket that was below the washing machine so it slid across the tile until it hit the back door. Trying to seem as calm as feasibly possible, he then looked to Gabriel. “Bend over.”

Gabriel’s smirk, if possible, only grew. “Yes, sir.” 

Stepping forward so his knees brushed the machine, he then leaned over until his stomach and chest were now resting on the top. Just the sight alone ignited the embers arousal he had felt since earlier.

Jack took to stand behind him, getting close enough that their leg’s brushed and his crotch rubbed at Gabriel’s rear. Jack heard Gabriel let out a heavy huff of a breath, noting it to be a sign of lustful anticipation.

Licking his lips, Jack lifted his hands to Gabriel’s hips, pushing up the other man’s shirt a little, he let his fingers drag over the muscles of his lower back. He could feel Gabriel flinch, ever slightly at the touch, always having been ticklish around there. Back to Gabriel’s hips, his finger’s scapped around, thumbs brushing over an awakening cock to squeeze at Gabriel’s inner thigh’s teasingly.

Gabriel grunted and Jack looked up to see Gabriel’s fists clenching, a reaction to slow burning sexual frustration that Jack could not help but flare further. Pulling by where his hands lay, he pressed his tenting cock against Gabriel’s ass. Letting it go between the two muscles to tease between them. He felt no rush, enjoying the smallest of stimulation he got from the action, savoring it like the sweetest of fruits.

Jack’s hands then, curved around to finally cup at Gabriel’s ass. Enjoying the firmness of a muscle in each hand, squeezing to relish the slight give of fat on the flesh. Pushing Gabriel just that little bit more forward until his hips touched the edge of the machine, Jack massaged the shapes as he rubbed his cock again between them.

He could feel his own cock now straining at the fabric of his brief’s and shorts, enjoying the friction but yearning for ever more. And by the looks of it, so did Gabriel, his breaths heavy and languid, his shoulders tensing as he must feel the head of Jack’s cock tease at his entrance through his shorts.

“God, Gabe,” Jack grunted, leaning over to kiss at Gabriel’s shoulders. “The things I want to do to you . . . Jesus, you drive me crazy sometimes.” Rubbing his cock eagerly around Gabriel’s rear.

Gabriel grunted, pleased. Looking over his shoulder to look at Jack where he could. “Well, you better hope you do more things to me then . . . Otherwise I’ll be the one going crazy.”

Jack could not help back chuckle, straining to steal a kiss from Gabriel’s lips. “I’ll have to get the lube from the bathroom. Can you wait?”

Gabriel grunted, reaching behind him to keep Jack there. “Don’t . . . I’m sure you can figure something out.” His voice raspy but relaxed. Soft and mushy with blissful pleasure.

Jack nodded, catching on. “Yeah, yeah I can do that.”

Getting to work, Jack nabbed one more kiss before departing. Covering the back of Gabriel’s neck in kisses and even leaving a hickey or two at the nape that, with Jack’s great pleasure, made Gabriel let out a satisfied moan. Still grinding his front against Gabriel’s behind all the while, he was slow but not teasing, wandering but deliberate.

Eventually, he pulled his now fully erect cock away from Gabriel’s ass, his hands at the waistband of those accursed shorts and pulling them down along with his jocks to drop to the floor of the laundry. Then kneeling down behind Gabriel so that he was eye to eye with his quarry.

Gabriel was handsomely hairy and Jack loved it. Think black hair creeped up his legs, fading slightly over the cheeks before growing bushier again between them. He also had the smell of sweat and natural musk around him, having had a shower just before getting to day’s tasks. Jack took in a slow breath, welcoming the familiar smell. 

His hands went to either side of Gabriel’s cheeks again, this time lower to then spread apart, which Gabriel obliged further by widening his gate where he leaned. Displaying himself to Jack and, although Jack was sure his husband may feel embarrassed, he did it without a word. Revealing his hole, puckered and only slightly stretched, unlike Jack’s own.

It was a sign of trust and safety Jack never stopped cherishing. It had took Gabriel a long time to take the more vulnerable position of bottoming, as his masculinity had at one point felt wounded just by the thought. Now, although not his first choice, it was something he found undeniable joy in. Jack sighed, squeezing the fat of Gabriel’s ass to ease perhaps any tension the other man may still have, before he then began.

Leaning in as his mouth wet his tongue, he gave Gabriel’s entrance a small lap, giving the man opportunity to adjust to the feeling. Then delving in, he pressed his tongue at the squeezing muscle and gaining entry.

Jack relished the sound of Gabriel's initial groan as he must be enjoying the sensation of Jack’s tongue inside him. His hands gripping onto the edge of the machine as Jack saw his knees visibly weaken.

The muscle surrounding Jack’s tongue was warm and malleable, giving but still squeezing. Pressing his tongue as deep as possible he then curled, and Gabriel’s reactive whimper was music to his ears. His hands cupping and spreading each of Gabriel’s cheeks as nearly the whole of Jack’s face was between them. His eyes closed as he focused. Lapping at the sensitive place inside him until Jack could feel Gabriel quaking both inside and out.

Gabriel did not let Jack stay down there for long, impatience being a habit of his even when Jack took the lead.

It took a lot of energy for him to lift his head, eyes unfocused from pleasure but still steely with eagerness to move on. “C’mon Jackie . . . Don’t tell me that’s all y-you had planned.”

Jack pulled away to look to Gabriel, unabashed by how his mouth and chin was covered in saliva. “Not at all, you want to move on?”

“Yes,” Gabriel said gruffly, “Quickly.” He then said as a bit of an after thought.

Jack silently smiled, getting back to his feet. “Do you want me to stretch you out or-“

“No, I-I’ll be fine, just get on with it.” Gabriel hissed, impatience flaring again.

Jack, like always, did not take offense. If anything it was a compliment that he was able to get Gabriel this eager to continue.

Jack leaned forward over Gabriel again to kiss as his shoulder, then neck, cheek and finally chin. Approaching him to kiss his lips, if he let him. Sometimes the thought of kissing a mouth that had just been in his ass was too much for Gabriel, but this time he didn’t care. He took Jack’s kiss great-fully, hand reaching to hold him there.

Getting the hint Gabriel wanted him to stay there, Jack tried his best to go about his other task without looking. Fumbling for a second or two, he undid the button and fly of his shorts and shoved both them and his briefs down to the floor. Pulling away from Gabriel’s lips for just a moment, he lifted his right hand to wet them but he saw a look in Gabriel’s eyes. Eagerness.

Jack smile was still present, although darkened with lust, as he let his fingers enter Gabriel’s eager, open mouth. Taking all the digits greedily, the other man’s tongue lapped at them all as his mouth provided ample saliva. His lips sucked on them as they left, teasing them to come back in and wetten them again.

Jack’s face burned at the sight, Gabriel’s eyes half closed as he savoured Jack’s fingers like the darkest chocolate, a dribble coming free from his lip to drop into his beard. Thoughts to change course and get his cock in this hole tickled at the back of his mind, soarly tempting him. But he knew Gabriel would gladly oblige, afterwards.

Now with amply wet fingers, Jack took back Gabriel’s lips trying to convey in kiss alone just how hot Gabriel was just then. How, if it were possible, he would have made him even harder. Telling him how much he turned him on just at the sight of him, how much he loved him ever more by the moment.

His saliva-covered hand took to coat his cock in the liquid, and with any excess left, smother around Gabriel’s entrance. This being enough of a cue for the other man to spread his legs further apart and lower until his stomach and chest were against the surface of the washing machine once more. Straining to reach Gabriel’s lips from where he hunkered over him, he opted to kiss at his neck and back. Shallow pecks, to fierce presses as well as additional hickeys that Gabriel audibly enjoyed with a hitch in his breath.

Left hand took to Gabriel’s hip, keeping him steady, and his right took his cock in hand. Giving his shaft a few jerks, just to stave off his building climax, he then angled so the head was brushing at Gabriel’s entrance.

Gabriel grunted below him, wriggling his hips eagerly and pushing backwards, forcing Jack inside. Jack let out a moan, greatly pleased with the warmth and squeeze that surrounded the head, then the rest of his shaft. Gabriel took him in well, with only a slight bit of resistance that created the most tantalizing of squeezes.

Now fully inside, Jack ensured both hands were secured at Gabriel’s waist before he began. Pulling out, both men groaned at the sensation. For Jack, it was the reluctant give of Gabriel’s walls, hugging around him as he unsheathed. For Gabriel, it was the drag of the head of Jack’s cock along the inner wall.

Jack then thrusted his hips forward, finding an angle that made a rare gasp come from Gabriel below him as he pressed to Gabriel’s prostate, then receiving a reactive squeeze in response. 

Jack leaned over to kiss Gabriel’s back, licking and nipping at the skin to create another hickey as he pulled and pushed in a few times experimentally. It had been a while since he had had the privilege topping him. Not out of disinterest but the reverse was a familiar, easy configuration to find themselves in. Not that this, the tight walls of Gabe’s ass, lewd noises of Gabriel’s groans and the wet slapping of skin on skin was not to his displeasure.

Jack set a strong but steady pace, thrusting in and out on a even rhythm, not daudeling too much on the stroke.

Jack then felt one of Gabriel’s hands reach back to grasp at his wrist to gain Jack’s attention. Gabriel’s head was turned to look to Jack, one cheek resting on the top of the machine as if too tired to lift it. Once Jack looked to his dark eyes he grunted. “Harder, Jackie,” Before then gasping as a well precised thrust hit that favorable spot.

“Y-You sure?” Jack asked, knowing exactly what Gabriel was requesting.

Gabriel only grunted, turning his head as his eyes scrunched closed in a pleasured focus. Jack trusted Gabriel’s judgment, even with his own doubts, and obliged him.

Ensuring his grip on Gabriel’s hips were steady, he increased his speed. Snapping his hips forward harshly, pressing to the prostate on nearly each attempt. Pulling out with quick brevity and pressing thrusting in again. Picking up pace, Jack was at the fastest speed he could maintain, without hurting Gabriel or himself. Fucking into Gabriel with little care for pacing or dragging things out. But this was how Gabriel liked it, roughened, harsh and with a twinge of pain that made it all the more delicious. As long as Jack was not seriously hurting him, seeing Gabriel’s growing unrest and nearing orgasm was more than worth it. 

“F-Fuck,” Gabriel growled and Jack could see Gabriel’s hands gripping the opposite edge of the machine for dear life as his whole body jumped with each impactful, harsh thrust. “J-Jackie, I’m getting close.”

Jack was relieved to hear, apart from his body already growing tired from exertion, his own end was soon cusping. The raw fucking below him, the sight of Gabriel’s back heaving for air, and the downright pornographic slapping of skin and faint liquid noise of where the two men meeting being a lot for Jack to take in at once.

Jack licked his lips as he moved one hand under Gabriel’s leg, hooking under his thigh and lifting. Gabriel initially gasped in surprise only to be interrupted by a whimper as Jack’s cock pressed unbearably inside him and at an even deeperdegree. One leg still keeping Gabriel standing, the other was now lifted up and hanging in the air with one of Jack’s arms. Not flexible enough to lift straight as Gabriel had proudly been able to in youth, the effect was still very much the same.

“God, G-Gabe,” Jack gasped, letting his head roll back on his shoulders and shutting his eyes. Trying his best not to let his orgasm crash over him too soon. “Your so tight, ah- and the noises you- fuck make. Sometimes I think you do them on purpose.”

Gabriel could only grunt, mouth too busy gasping for air amidst noises of sincerest pleasure to reply.

Jack now finding his rhythm once more and gaining a level of ease enough to focus on words, he continued. “Jesus, those shorts are dangerous. Everytime you wear them, y-you drive me crazy. You just- hah, look amazing in them. I-I’d let you wear them all day and watch you but I f-fuck, can’t keep my hands to myself. And not just your ass. Y-You’re just so -nngh, handsome Gabe. I can’t stand it. S-Sometime you know it and sometimes you forget, god. Even in shitty old shorts and that lame shirt, I just c-cant -mmph, take my eyes of you Gabe.”

Gabriel was soon reaching his undoing, the words being the sprinkles on top of a sundae of lustful delight. Without even touching his own cock, Jack watched as Gabriel crashed from up high. His muscles, bunching and bunching. Breath hitching and hitching. Ass squeezing and squeezing. Until he came undone, an all body shiver coursing through as one last whimpering groan came from him. Cum spilling out from Gabriel’s touch thirsted cock onto the window of the washing machine, splurting several times until a final drop clung to the tip.

With only a few thrusts after, enraptured by the sight and feeling of Gabriel’s end surrounding him. Jack came as well.

Unlike Jack, who found sick joy in the feeling of cum inside him, Gabriel felt the opposite. Despised the dripping of it and the mess he had to clean afterwards - even though Jack enjoyed it when he let him.

Pulling out just in time, he thrust at the peak of Gabriel’s ass between the cheeks as he too came. White ropes of cum splattering onto Gabriel’s lower back and ass. 

Gasping breaths were all Jack could hear over the sound of his heart beat slowly settling to a steady rhythm in his ears. While waiting for his body to cool and lungs to catch up, he gently massaged at Gabriel’s sides and ass. Not so much grouping as urging blood-flow to the areas he had  so fiercely clutched to moments ago. Leaning over, he kissed Gabriel's shoulders, over scars and hickeys. Welcoming the faint taste of salty sweat on his tongue.

Eventually, Gabriel spoke, voice grumbling and heavy through abused vocal cords, “Remind me to get a new pair of shorts, those have got holes in it.”

Jack could only chuckle, his laughter joined by a low snigger from Gabriel as they partially embraced, half-naked, against the washing machine.

[fratboykate]

I’m bored home with covid…

Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?

Favorite:

DOP

Editor

Photographer

Composer (for movies) or non movie related

Color

Food (dish)

Piece of forniture

Part of LA

Club/bar/restaurant in LA or outside

Sport (if any)

indica/Sativa (strain)

Animal

Part of the world outside LA and you home country

Fruit

Vegetable

Sweet/candy

Toothpaste

Pen/pencil

Kitchen utensil

Soap

Perfume/essence

Herb or spice or both

Piece of clothing

Anyway have a good day!

I'm not putting much thought into these so some of these might change if you ask me any other day:

DOP: Off the top of my head because of things like Hard Candy and His House (and obviously all the Hunger Games and Red Sparrow too but I wouldn't call those his best...HC and HH are his top work in my opinion) I'd say Jo Willems

Editor: Don't really have one?

Photographer: seeing as I literally have an entire wall dedicated to him in my apartment Gregory Prescott. I own a lot of Slim Aaron's books and have quite a few of his prints hung around my apartment too. I'd say they're the two photographers I own the higest number of prints/art from.

Composer (for movies) or non movie related: Don't really have one either.

Color: Red and orange.

Food (dish): The real ones here know that I'm A SLUT for a clam chowder lol

Piece of furniture: my entire apartment is mid-century modern. That's really my aesthetic so...anything in that vibe is what I go for.

Part of LA: I'm not a west side person AT ALL. I don't fuck with the west side vibe. I also really like the valley. I lived there for five years.

Club/bar/restaurant in LA or outside: It changes but I'm REALLY into The Rooftop by Jean-Georges lately. It's on the rooftop of the Waldorf Astoria in Beverly Hills. Has a great view, amazing cocktails, and fantastic food. You're not going to find a bunch of 20 somethings there so it's not like POPPING VIBES but great for business meetings, covid safe because it's outdoors, and just chill for a nice hangout drinks/dinner with friends.

Sport (if any): Don't really do sports

Indica/Sativa (strain): I'll take anything you give me lmao. But I don't really smoke anymore. I'm an edibles girlie. I haven't smoked in years but i'll do any and all edibles and THC pills.

Animal: Fun fact - I've never owned a pet. I've lived with roomates that had animals but *I* have never had an animal that was mine. Favorite animal would be a sloth tho.

Part of the world outside LA and you home country: Budapest. That place is on another level for me. Magical. I can't even describe what it felt like to be there.

Fruit: Seedless green grapes have crack in them and no one can ever convince me otherwise.

Vegetable: In the last year I've become really obsessed with peas.

Sweet/candy: My favorite sweet thing in the world is cheesecake. You could get me to jump in a windowless white van if you dangle a piece of cheesecake in front of me.

Toothpaste: Lmao what...people have a favorite toothpaste? I'll use anything.

Pen/pencil: I'm really particular about pens. I'll ONLY use black pens and they have to have a certain thickness and like...the way they roll on the paper has to be very specific.

Kitchen utensil: A sharp knife? Idk lol

Soap: Aesop Geranium Leaf Body Cleanser

Perfume/essence: Eau de Cartier by Cartier. My mom has used it her whole life and then I started using it. Fucking love it.

Herb or spice or both: I season my food. Heavy. I'm Latina from the caribbean. But I also love spicy food. I have at least like 18 different hot sauce bottles in my fridge right now including Carolina Reaper and Ghost Pepper hot sauces so...both???

Piece of clothing: I love a good outer layer. Sweater, cardigan, jacket. Always have one on. I've legit been shooting in death valley...in the desert and had an outer layer on lol. It's just a part of me at this point.

[moribundr]

what happened to you? / sigma!

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 reaction | @amadaans

the familiar four walls of the familiar compound wasn't enough to let his guard down. not alone, or with company that he had grown to tolerate. the masked figure marched through the corridor, dissipating through the cracks of the sealed door and materializing once inside. Sombra swiveled in her chair, a smug grin appearing on her face as casually extended out her hand with twiddling fingers. Reaper pulled out the drive from under his cloak, a wordless exchange at least until she found something that was worth his time. the doctor was an unexpected visitor, one that Reaper blatantly ignored until he spoke.. his hand was shaking. Reaper's fist clenched up tightly, the sound of leather and steel creaking. the room became still, momentarily frozen at the doctor's question that sounded genuinely concerned and curious. Reaper's outer appearance remained unblemished, mask hiding the tight grimace of pain that he had forcibly disconnected from so the drive could be examined. it's all that mattered to him.

Sombra had stopped typing, head turned slightly in Siebren's direction, both of them waiting. ❛ nothing. ❜ Reaper growled, ❛ did you finish that fast or do I need to bring someone in here who will actually work? ❜ Sombra snorted, waving dismissively to his direction and began typing.

❛ you shouldn't be in here. ❜ a piercing glare at the doctor, ❛ this isn't a game room. ❜

[liminaltey]

I’m Tey

🩷💛🩵

2000

🖤🤍🩶💜

(Special throughout the years) Interests that still make my brain sparkle and what you will most likely see posts or reblogs of:

Liminal Space/Weirdcore/Nostalgiacore/Frutiger Aero/Dreamscapes

My liminal space/weirdcore Spotify playlist

Lavender purple

Outer Space

Art

Quotes/Poetry

Kittens/my kitten plushies

Plague Doctors

Writing

Books/bookstores

Word games

Video games

Cartoons/Animation series

Nintendo

Arcane (Jinx, Ekko, Mel)

Cult of The Lamb

Amanda the adventurer

Stray

Overwatch (Symmetra, Lucio, Reaper)

Steven Universe (Pink Diamond, Opal, Rainbow Quartz, Connie)

Marvel (Black Panther, Spider-Man, Dr. Strange)

Star vs The Forces of Evil

Gravity Falls

Doctor Who

Sherlock

Over the Garden Wall

TAWOG

Anne with an E

Sonic (Silver, Blaze, Cosmo, Tails, Nights)

Adventure Time/Fionna and Cake

Bee and Puppycat

The Boondocks

Lore Olympus

ATLA (Zutara 🥺🥺🥺)

Twilight

Danny Phantom

Rise of The Guardians

The Incredibles/Wreck it Ralph series

Anime: JJK, AOT, Death Note, Clannad, Kakegurui, Fruits Basket, Kimi ni Todoke etc.

Ghibli Studio (Howl’s Moving Castle, Ponyo)

Emotional connection/bonding

My partner teehee 🤭

[blackrosesmatron]

👀

“To have you within my touch once more. Body, mind and soul. Leaving my marks on you to afmire the beauty that is you. To shatter your mind in complete ecstacy and bliss and make you long for more as you beg for that sweet release under my spell. And finally to have you unable to walk for at least a couple of days.”

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

Of course, the degenerate would have fantasies about their bedroom adventures together. LeBlanc was quite confident in her skills and knew the impression she would leave on every single one of her lovers; Vladimir wasn't different in that regard. What set him apart from others was that he also left a long-lasting impression on her. He was likely the best she had ever had the luck to share an intimate moment with. However, his recent behavior had left a sour taste, and she couldn't allow herself to indulge in such actions with him. It would be like rewarding the manchild for his bad behavior.

With a lustful smile and eyes glowing with desire, the Matron approached Vladimir, standing right in front of him. Her hands traveled through his chest upward until they reached the lapel of his outer layer, gently pulling onto it. "Well, I must say that I am not surprised by it. Still, it feels good to be reminded that you still desire me as much as I desire you." Her eyes never broke direct contact with his, nor did her smile falter. "I'm sure you miss the feeling of being inside of me as I hold you tightly against my body," Her hands held his lapel, pulling the man down to her level so their faces were closer, with only a few centimeters between them. "And miss how my nails dig into your skin," She continued, arms wrapping around his neck, and nails going straight for his back, scratching him with considerable strength. "You miss hearing my pleasure cries while I repeat your name." Her lips started a trail of kisses from his neck to his ear, leaving dark lip marks on his pale skin. "You surely must miss all of this, do you not, my dearest?" Her voice, laced in lust and yearning, was a mere whisper to his ear before lightly biting his earlobe.

Before the Crimson Reaper could react, she pushed him away and stepped back, creating a distance that could almost be seen as a wall. Her eyes turned hard, and her smile vanished within a second. "Unfortunately for both of us, we will have to continue missing those moments. You have had multiple chances, but you always choose to let them go to waste, giving preference to annoying the hell out of me instead." She had no hopes he would change, she was merely letting it clear to him she was no longer willing to put up with his endless teasings.

"I wish the best of lucks to find a new lover, Vladimir. I'm sure it will not be a hard task for you."

[autolovecraft]

The thing must have happened at about three-thirty in the afternoon.

Birch cautiously ascended with his tools and stood abreast of the narrow transom.

He confided in me because I was his doctor, and because he probably felt the need of confiding in someone else after Davis died. God, what a rage! The thing must have happened at about three-thirty in the afternoon. Undisturbed by oppressive reflections on the time, the place, and the overhead ventilation funnel virtually none at all; so that he was reduced to a profane fumbling as he made his halting way among the long boxes toward the latch. In either case it would have been appropriate; for the hole was on exactly the right level to use as soon as its size might permit. Finally he decided to lay a base of three parallel with the wall, to place upon this two layers of two each, and upon these a single box to serve as the platform. He would have given much for a lantern or bit of candle; but lacking these, bungled semi-sightlessly as best he might. What else, he added, could ever in any case be proved or believed? His thinking processes, once so phlegmatic and logical, had become ineffaceably scarred; and it was pitiful to note his response to certain chance allusions such as Friday, Tomb, Coffin, and words of less obvious concatenation. At last the spring thaw came, and graves were laboriously prepared for the nine silent harvests of the grim reaper which waited in the tomb. Great heavens, Birch, and I believe his eye-for-an-eye fury could beat old Father Death himself. For the long-neglected latch was obviously broken, leaving the careless undertaker trapped in the vault, a victim of his own oversight.

Maddened by the sound, or by the stench which billowed forth even to the open air, the waiting horse gave a scream that was too frantic for a neigh, and plunged madly off through the night, the wagon rattling crazily behind it. Then the doctor came with his medicine-case and asked crisp questions, and removed the patient's outer clothing, shoes, and socks. He gave old Matt the very best his skill could produce, but was thrifty enough to save the rejected specimen, and to let no other doctor treat the wounds. He was a scoundrel, and I don't blame you for giving him a cast-aside coffin, but you knew what a little man old Fenner was.

As his hammer blows began to fall, the horse outside whinnied in a tone which may have been fear mixed with a queer belated sort of remorse for bygone crudities. Birch, being by temperament phlegmatic and practical, did not shout long; but proceeded to grope about for some tools which he recalled seeing in a corner of the tomb. For the long-neglected latch was obviously broken, leaving the careless undertaker trapped in the vault, a victim of his own oversight. On the afternoon of Friday, April 15th, then, Birch set out for the tomb with horse and wagon to transfer the body of Matthew Fenner. The vault had been dug from a hillside, so that it was possible to give all of Birch's inanimate charges a temporary haven in the single antiquated receiving tomb. He worked largely by feeling now, since newly gathered clouds hid the moon; and though progress was still slow, he felt heartened at the extent of his encroachments on the top and bottom of the aperture, he sought to drain from the weakened undertaker every least detail of his horrible experience. He confided in me because I was his doctor, and because he probably felt the need of confiding in someone else after Davis died. I'll never get the picture out of my head as long as I live. Fortunately the village was small and the death rate low, so that it was possible to give all of Birch's inanimate charges a temporary haven in the single antiquated receiving tomb. Birch. Never did he knock together flimsier and ungainlier caskets, or disregard more flagrantly the needs of the rusty lock on the tomb door which he slammed open and shut with such nonchalant abandon. Steeled by old ordeals in dissecting rooms, the doctor entered and looked about, stifling the nausea of mind and body that everything in sight and smell induced. The borders of the space were entirely of brick, and there seemed little doubt but that he could shortly chisel away enough to allow his body to pass. He was curiously unelated over his impending escape, and almost dreaded the exertion, for his form had the indolent stoutness of early middle age. It may have been encouraging and to others may have been mocking. Maddened by the sound, or by the stench which billowed forth even to the open air, the waiting horse gave a scream that was too frantic for a neigh, and plunged madly off through the night, the wagon rattling crazily behind it.

Whether he had imagination enough to wish they were empty, is strongly to be doubted. He had not forgotten the criticism aroused when Hannah Bixby's relatives, wishing to transport her body to the cemetery in the city whither they had moved, found the casket of Judge Capwell beneath her headstone. He had not forgotten the criticism aroused when Hannah Bixby's relatives, wishing to transport her body to the cemetery in the city whither they had moved, found the casket of Judge Capwell beneath her headstone. It was Asaph's coffin, Birch, but you always did go too damned far! His thinking processes, once so phlegmatic and logical, had become ineffaceably scarred; and it was pitiful to note his response to certain chance allusions such as Friday, Tomb, Coffin, and words of less obvious concatenation. His questioning grew more than medically tense, and his hands shook as he dressed the mangled members; binding them as if he wished to get the wounds out of sight as quickly as possible. His frightened horse had gone home, but his frightened wits never quite did that. It was generally stated that the affliction and shock were results of an unlucky slip whereby Birch had locked himself for nine hours in the receiving tomb of Peck Valley; and was a very calloused and primitive specimen even as such specimens go. The boxes were fairly even, and could be piled up like blocks; so he began to realize the truth and to shout loudly as if his horse outside could do more than neigh an unsympathetic reply.

Three coffin-heights, he reckoned, would permit him to reach the transom; but gathered his energies for a determined try. In time the hole grew so large that he ventured to try his body in it now and then, shifting about so that the narrow ventilation funnel in the top ran through several feet of earth, making this direction utterly useless to consider. Maddened by the sound, or by the stench which billowed forth even to the open air, the waiting horse gave a scream that was too frantic for a neigh, and plunged madly off through the night, the wagon rattling crazily behind it.

The day was clear, but a high wind had sprung up; and Birch was glad to get to shelter as he unlocked the iron door and entered the side-hill vault. He had not forgotten the criticism aroused when Hannah Bixby's relatives, wishing to transport her body to the cemetery in the city whither they had moved, found the casket of Judge Capwell beneath her headstone. His frightened horse had gone home, but his frightened wits never quite did that. In time the hole grew so large that he ventured to try his body in it now and then, shifting about so that the coffins beneath him rocked and creaked.

Armington, the lodge-keeper, answered his feeble clawing at the door. The undertaker grew doubly lethargic in the bitter weather, and seemed to outdo even himself in carelessness. Undisturbed by oppressive reflections on the time, the place, and the source of a task whose performance deserved every possible stimulus. Fortunately the village was small and the death rate low, so that the coffins beneath him rocked and creaked. He confided in me because I was his doctor, and because he probably felt the need of confiding in someone else after Davis died. You kicked hard, for Asaph's coffin was on the floor. The body was pretty badly gone, but if ever I saw vindictiveness on any face—or former face.

In this twilight too, he began to realize the truth and to shout loudly as if his horse outside could do more than neigh an unsympathetic reply.

On the afternoon of Friday, April 15th, then, Birch set out for the tomb with horse and wagon to transfer the body of Matthew Fenner.

An eye for an eye!

I still think he was not perfectly sober, he subsequently admitted; though he had not then taken to the wholesale drinking by which he later tried to forget certain things. His thinking processes, once so phlegmatic and logical, had become ineffaceably scarred; and it was pitiful to note his response to certain chance allusions such as Friday, Tomb, Coffin, and words of less obvious concatenation. Davis died.

Never did he knock together flimsier and ungainlier caskets, or disregard more flagrantly the needs of the rusty lock on the tomb door which he slammed open and shut with such nonchalant abandon. His drinking, of course, only aggravated what it was meant to alleviate. He always remained lame, for the great tendons had been severed; but I think the greatest lameness was in his soul. Great heavens, Birch, and I believe his eye-for-an-eye fury could beat old Father Death himself.

He was just dizzy and careless enough to annoy his sensitive horse, which as he drew it viciously up at the tomb neighed and pawed and tossed its head, much as on that former occasion when the rain had vexed it. The practices I heard attributed to him would be unbelievable today, at least to such meager tools and under such tenebrous conditions as these, Birch glanced about for other possible points of escape.

[mortheim]

Okunev Culture, Part 2

Second part of the article I decided to translate. You can find Part 1 here.

Settlements

Okunev settlements were usually not long-lasting. They are found quite rarely and usually with a small cultural layer. It seems that they were more strongly attached to small stone fortifications located in the mountains (the Khakas people call them "sve"). There are about 45 such fortified settlements known, and one of the most famous fortresses is Chebaki. The length of the outer wall of this fortress is 210 meters, and its height at the time of the exploration was 1.8 meters [6]. Recent archaeological research has shown that many mountain fortifications were built by the Okunev people. Judging by the accumulation of remnants of their lives, it became clear that they lived there for a longer period of time than at camps in the valleys. Sves were usually built on a mountain with a rocky exit. A site was chosen on the very top, which was fenced off by a wall from the side of the gentle descent. The wall was made without a binding solution from slabs of sandstone. In many cases, there are two belts of walls.

Lifestyle and Economy

Hunting played a very important role in the life of the Okunev people. Perhaps in no other culture of the Minusinsk steppes was its role expressed so brightly and clearly. Their hunting animals were the bear, wolf, moose, roe deer, maral deer, Siberian ibex, sable, fox, groundhog, otter, and lynx. They made various and numerous necklaces, amulets, and decorations for breastplates out of animal teeth, and almost all bone products were made from deer, moose, roe deer, birds. They practiced ritual burials of parts of wild animals and depicted a bear, moose, deer, or wolf on cult objects. Generally, the cult of the bear was of special importance in their lives. A ceremonial mace is known, as well as ritual costumes depicting a bear. Amulets were made from its fangs and claws, and reproductive organs were collected and buried, presumably for ritual purposes. Representatives of the Okunev culture were not only hunters but also pastoralists. Moreover, they devoted no less time to pastoralism than to hunting. Domestic animal bones are rarely found in burials, but they are found directly in settlements. In ritual pits, skins of bulls, rams, and horses were found. Cult stone stelae are often decorated with images of anthropomorphic creatures with cow or ox horns, and ram skulls are found at the base of these stelae. Among household drawings, figures of large horned cattle also prevail. All this indicates the wide development of animal husbandry, in which large horned cattle predominated.

The Okunev people were not only engaged in hunting and pastoralism. Found ploughshares, grain mills, pestles, and copper reapers indicate that they also engaged in agriculture. The presence of such tools may indicate that representatives of this culture also practiced agriculture, but some scientists suggest that these items had some other purpose. For example, they were ritual or gifts from societies familiar with agriculture.

You can find part 3 here.

[iwrestledavongonce]

✿ ■ ♡ ♥

Hello and thanks a lot for asking! Since it’s not clarified which character specifically you mean in my “Tales of Taskforce Sol”-AU I’ll take the freedom to randomly pick someone from the main characters 😉

✿: I’ll start with our Royal Couple here. Usagi loves it when Mamoru is a bit rougher in the bedroom (or on the sofa, against a wall, the shower or the floor of his study). And Mamoru, although gentleman through and through, loves it when the Queen of Crystal Tokyo and Galactic Federation of Free Alliances acknowledged Leader of Planet Earth and Sol System, is slutty in the bedroom. But apart from raunchy sex both, especially Usagi, loves the cuddles afterwards. Since Neo Queen Serenity and King Endymion are both busy persons, it’s sometimes hard to find the time for intimacy, having a teenage daughter on top of it, doesn’t make it any easier. But as already seen in “I Became War For You” the Queen finds a way.

■: I’ll go with our beloved Lil Miss Reaper here and describe what Hotaru’s bedroom looks like.

No matter that she got pushed back in age again and basically is in her late teens, Hotaru still loves lamps. Nowadays they are not numerous as they used to be but still a great lot found their way onto her furniture. She often uses colored lightbulbs and uses them as ambiance lights as she isn’t afraid of the dark anymore. Living with her adoptive mother, a connoisseur of fashion, and her other foster mother being a fashion victim par excellence as well, and all three of her foster parents making a lot of money, Hotaru has a huge, fully packed wardrobe in her room as well. Legends has it that she still has some of the goth and goth lolita dresses and clothing from that phase in her mid-teens still stored in there as well.

Although she hasn’t a TV in her room, lately a holo-projector, a gift from Haruka, has found it’s way into her room. Hotaru lets AICA, the Artificial Intelligence Controlled A-Wing she flies alongside SunTzu, sent her the files of her most successful dogfights as data and watches them to analyze them. She also watches recordings of SunTzu, Haruka and Michiru in action on it. Her little collection even has some recordings of Corran Horn, Wedge Antilles and other Rogues, Jaina Solo and Luke Skywalker as she wants to absorb as much input as possible to get a better starfighter pilot.

Hotaru’s bed is rather simple but of course it is, although against Zen, right next to the window so she can easily steal herself away through it, to patrol the streets of both Tokyo and Crystal Tokyo together with Sailor Chibi Moon.

♡: I’ll go with Princess Lady Serenity III. and Helios here, as a lot of the other couples are already very well displayed in the main story or the side fics.

Although she sometimes appears bossy with him, Chibiusa loves Helios deeply and she is his everything. Chibiusa isn’t shy to find ways to see her boyfriend, even if she has to insist on her royal status to make someone take her to him, while he’s on duty or away for educational purposes. Helios on the other side just can’t say no to his maiden, a fact Chibiusa never would exploit tho.

♥: Although I was very tempted to take the (extended) Outers Family here, I’ll actually go with Artemis, Luna and Diana.

Malicious tongues would say that Artemis domesticated Luna but deep down Luna’s heart was always beating for him. Spending most of their time in their humanoid forms nowadays, they are important members of the Court and Crystal Tokyo, as Luna is the Head of Court, entitled to act in place of the Neo Queen in her absence, and Artemis in his rank of Admiral is the highest soldier of Crystal Tokyo and of Taskforce Sol, only topped by the King as Commander-in-Chief.

Both would like to spent more time together as their roles often make it necessary for them to be at different places, which is especially hard for Artemis as Diana, still a young girl, usually stays with her mother. What he misses in quantity of time with his daughter, the white haired Admiral tries to make up with quality. Same goes for the time the parents share, and so it’s a good thing, Diana has Chibiusa, Setsuna and Hotaru as well as her big foster sister Minako to babysit her so that her parents can have some twosomeness. Minako, although having a rather regular relationship with her parents nowadays, even calls Artemis her cat das as he always acted fatherly to her. Luna loves Minako deeply as well, but has an even stronger bond to Usagi, where she took over the job of a foster mother inside the palace as well, as Ikuko and the other Tsukino Family members voluntarily decided to stay in Tokyo, at least until Shingo is done with university, to stay away from the medial attention they would receive.

Diana goes to a school in Crystal Tokyo and, as long as he’s in Crystal Tokyo, Artemis usually takes her there. Of course Luna exactly knows that the two of them often make a detour to a bakery to get some sweet pastry for breakfast.

[spookyspaghettisundae]

The Doctor's Dilemma

Doctor Theodore Carnaby washed the blood from his hands. The water running from his faucet enraptured his entire attention—a technical marvel recently installed in his practice. He used a brush to scrub his hands and fingers with methodical precision, taking a painstaking amount of time because the blood clung to his skin like tar.

The sound and sight of water continuously pouring from that metal pipe hypnotized him all the while and made the noise of passersby and horse-drawn carriages from the street outside sound a million miles away.

A sheet of fog suffocated the afternoon sun, dimming it to a small bright spot in the sky and forcing him to illuminate the insides of his practice with gas-powered lanterns. He stopped the flow of water, orchestrated by the subtle little screech of him twisting a valve and letting the cold wet drip from his slender hands, still fascinated by this wondrous new installation.

When he turned to grab a towel, he almost jumped out of his skin. Someone stood in the open doorway of his practice, motionless, and without making a sound. Just staring at him.

“G’d day, sir,” Carnaby said after clearing his throat.

He forced himself to smile out of politeness but it did not quite reach his eyes. For that, his visitor’s sudden appearance had frightened him too much. Carnaby quickly dabbed his hands with the towel to dry them off and tossed it aside before approaching.

The visitor tilted his head and returned the same kind of feeble smile. He pushed back the spectacles resting upon his nose, a pair of round and thin-framed silver glasses. The reddish-blonde hair on his head and a pair of light blue eyes lent him an air of vulnerability and innocence.

“Hello,” replied the visitor.

He lifted his right hand, revealing it to be wrapped in a sloppy arrangement of cloth—soaking up a spot of dark red color where his palm must be.

“I had a little,” said the man. He paused and smiled, now with a genuine warmth to it. It reminded Carnaby of the sun on a beautiful summer day. “Uh, a little accident. This requires a good doctor’s touch, and I heard you’re the best in this quarter.”

Carnaby chuckled and nodded.

“Of course, have a seat, Mister,” he said, letting the words trail off for the patient to fill in the blanks.

The patient smiled again. Something about his expression instilled Carnaby with both endearment and something strange. Something the doctor could not quite put his finger on.

“Hanrahan,” said the patient after a long and awkward pause. “Baxter Hanrahan.”

Mister Hanrahan extended his hand for a shake. Carnaby shot a glance down at it and noted that his patient’s fingers were stained dark, while the hand was not calloused, rather soft and thin. He took so long to study Hanrahan’s hand that he followed up with a nervous chuckle.

“I’m terribly sorry Mister Hanrahan. This time of the year, I never shake hands with patients. Wouldn’t want to spread anything unpleasant,” he told him with a wink and a genuine smile.

Hanrahan emitted a nervous chuckle of his own and then nodded in understanding.

“Please, have a seat, and we’ll have a look.”

Carnaby gestured to a stool and fetched his instruments. They settled down and the doctor unraveled the improvised bandage—it appeared to be a simple set of cloth that Hanrahan had torn from something. Hanrahan winced and hissed as he sharply inhaled.

The doctor noted that reaction and revealed a nasty gash on Hanrahan’s palm. It looked to Carnaby as if his patient had cut himself with a kitchen knife, though the placement for such would have been unusual.

Then Carnaby’s stomach knotted. The injury reminded him of a cut he had inflicted upon himself once—a ritualistic cut to shed his own blood for an attempt at practicing alchemy and magick. Could this man also be an occultist?

As soon as he caught himself staring and pondering for far too long, he asked, “What do you do for a living, if I may ask, Mister Hanrahan?”

“Druggist, I’ve set up shop in the upper city,” he said. “Just opened up this autumn and figured it would only be a matter of time until we met.”

“Oh, the upper city? Why didn’t you see Doctor Manning? Not that I’m willing to give up a potential new customer, but he would have been closer to your practice.”

Hanrahan tilted his head again, though a smile stayed absent from his face. He studied Carnaby from behind the thin glasses of his spectacles. They reflected the tiny specks of gaslight from nearby lanterns.

“I live nearby here, not in the upper city. Had a little accident at home and, uh—truly though, I could never afford living in the upper city.”

Their eyes met and Carnaby found himself staring a moment too long. Hanrahan smiled once more, but it felt forced to to the doctor. The patient then cringed and stifled a groan behind gritted teeth. That was when Carnaby noticed he had squeezed Hanrahan’s hand, lost in idle thought.

“Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry. Are you in a lot of pain?”

“Yes, ‘fraid so. I left it alone for a few days and it’s not healing up well, and, well, it’s pretty deep.”

“May I?” asked Carnaby before getting a nod of consent and them then pushing back Hanrahan’s jacket and shirt sleeve together.

This revealed an odd tattoo on the man’s forearm. It bore clear trappings of occult symbols and alchemical formulae. Carnaby averted his eyes as to not stare at them. But the sight of it burned into his mind and stuck there. It would stay there until Hanrahan left his practice that day.

Carnaby took some time to disinfect the injury, stitch it up, and dress it in proper bandages. He noted multiple instances of Hanrahan suppressing sounds of pain.

“Color me curious, Mister Hanrahan, but—as a chemist, don’t you self-medicate against the pain?”

“I’d rather not,” he said. “I like to keep a clear head. For my work.”

Carnaby nodded in approval, cleaned up, and grabbed a small tincture bottle from a cabinet. He held the tiny bottle of laudanum out to Hanrahan and waited for him to take it. His patient just stared at it and Carnaby could witness the gears turning behind his forehead.

“A few drops of this each night should dull the pain and help you sleep better.”

Hanrahan clicked his tongue and said, “I’m all too familiar with the substance, of course. Truth be told, I’m ever wary about overdosing it.”

On reflex, Carnaby fetched a metal syringe from the cabinet and held it out to Hanrahan in his other hand.

“Three millilitres will do fine as you’re not in a terrible amount of pain, and this syringe has precise measurements you can use to ensure the proper dosage.”

“No, really, I’ll be fine,” Hanrahan said. That sun-like smile returned to his face as he added a heartfelt, “Thank you.”

Carnaby shrugged and returned the items to his cabinet. With his back still turned to the patient, Hanrahan asked him, “That syringe is some beautiful craftsmanship, though. I wouldn’t mind having some of those in my pharmacy. Who made it?”

“Johnathan Hill, a tinker who has a shop right down the street,” Carnaby said.

He escorted Hanrahan out and had his assistant take down notes for the visit. The patient took his leave and they exchanged friendly smiles yet again.

Carnaby’s smile faded the moment Hanrahan turned and walked out onto the streets of Crimsonport. The good doctor ignored some question from his assistant—the words barely reached him through his mental fog, incapable of distracting him or piercing his focus.

He locked himself inside his study and unlocked the bottom drawers of his desk. Then he spent the next minutes flipping through his growing collection of occult tomes. The minutes dragged into an hour, and he dismissed another question from his assistant, muffled through a locked door.

The old leather-bound book in his hands slapped down onto his desk, open to the pages he had sought. He sighed, the chemicals of bewilderment, fear, and curiosity mixing together in his brain.

He knew he had seen that symbol before.

“The Shape of Beasts,” it was dubbed in that particular tome. Part of an alchemical process to transform the body of man into that of a beast. Though the author’s theories outlined the idea that the affliction of lycanthropy may have originally stemmed from archaic attempts at using this magick gone awry, it enabled perfect physical transmutation when conducted properly.

Carnaby did not know what to make of this, but he wondered if he should approach Hanrahan and inquire what he knew about alchemy and the occult. The doctor caught himself pacing up and down inside his office, lost in thought. Walking in circles and his mind racing in the opposite direction had made him dizzy.

He decided against doing anything. Perhaps this Baxter Hanrahan had no idea what symbol he bore; perhaps a tattoo artist had copied the symbol without deeper understanding. Besides, the symbol alone meant nothing without conducting the rest of the ritual—as far as Carnaby understood, the glyphs arranged around the circle only served to remind the alchemist how to administer the reagents correctly.

He dismissed every further thought on the matter and took the rest of the day off, closing up shop. Though the vision of Hanrahan’s warm, sunny smile haunted him for the next few nights. And he regularly caught himself exploring the idea of finally finding exchange with another occultist.

But mostly, the smile stayed with him.

Ever since discovering that magick tome in that awful apartment he had stolen it from and expanding his collection from obscure book traders afterwards, Theodore Carnaby had wondered if anybody else out there had such intimate knowledge of working magick.

Here was an opportunity—a possible companion—and he was letting it slip through his fingers.

Part of him wished that there was complications, or some other incident that would bring Hanrahan back into his practice. Part of him wanted to strike out and find Hanrahan’s pharmacy to meet him on his own time. Part of him was just afraid to find out; afraid to clear the fog of uncertainty.

A week later, a thick bank of mist once more suffocated the streets of Crimsonport. It was early in the morning, well before sunrise, and Carnaby was reviewing notes from observations made with another patient the day before when he felt watched. A shiver ran down his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight.

Hanrahan was standing there in the doorway, staring at him again. With that wide warm smile. But his face was pale as a sheet.

“G’d day, Doctor Carnaby.”

This time, Hanrahan’s jacket was a bit torn by the shoulder and overall caked in some dust. The collar of his shirt was disheveled and the necktie a bit loose around the center.

Carnaby’s heart skipped a beat when he saw blood dripping from the fingertips of Hanrahan’s left hand.

“Oh goodness. Please, have a seat, Mister Hanrahan.”

The doctor helped him out of his jacket, rolling up his blood-soaked sleeve, and investigating this new wound. Someone had clawed the outer side of Hanrahan’s forearm. The scratches proved to be deep and Carnaby surmised a woman’s nails to have done this.

With swift and decisive action, he treated the injury while asking Mister Hanrahan about it.

“Just last night.”

“Some woman outside the opium den. I think she was hallucinating.”

“No, I came here because it’s still bleeding. I don’t think there’s any need to report this.”

In between each answer, Carnaby sighed. He felt the burning urge to ask Hanrahan about alchemy. Ask him if he knew. Once done, he turned away to wash his hands in the sink. The marvel of the running water had worn off, especially in light of his inner conflict—the internal debate on whether or not to open up to Hanrahan about magick.

The metal squeak of the valve, the soft trickle and flow of water, and the rhythmic scrubbing on his hands still managed to capture his senses.

Without turning from the sink, he asked, “Do you need more laudanum?”

“No, I still have plenty in the bottle you gave me.” Very close.

Carnaby turned to grab the towel and dry his hands off, but Hanrahan stood right there.

Right next to him.

Stunned, the doctor froze in place and found himself lost in the sparkle of Hanrahan’s deep blue eyes. The natural charm the druggist exuded combined with a unique mystery; the wonder Carnaby felt over whether or not this man indulged in occult practices.

They stood so close to each other that the warmth of Hanrahan’s breath upon his skin mesmerized him. Carnaby’s gut instinct told him to take a step back, but his heart pounded with fury against the inside of his chest, pulling him forward and urging him to lean in for a kiss.

Hanrahan tilted his head in that same strange way he always did and gave the doctor another one of his warm smiles, melting away Carnaby’s ability to do anything.

“Thanks again, Doctor.”

With that, he left. Through the haze of his mental paralysis, it dawned on Carnaby only with delay how wide his eyes must have been and how he had stared after Hanrahan as he left the practice and shot another glance at him over his shoulder. Gone, just like that.

When he snapped out of it, his assistant had already seen Hanrahan off and his most fascinating patient had already left.

The rest of the day flew by in a delirious blur. Carnaby’s mind kept circling back to that moment of attraction and frustration with his lack of ability to act upon it. In between, he barely thought about the clue that hinted at Hanrahan’s interest in the occult.

In the weeks that followed, visits to the opium den, several parties, and some lectures at the university slowly diluted Carnaby’s obsession with the enigma that was Baxter Hanrahan.

He often perished the thought of never seeing him again and considered himself a coward for not seeking his company in his free time. He knew how to find the pharmacy, if he really wanted to.

But he did not. Part of him was afraid.

The press making a big spectacle out of the “Outer Wall Reaper"—a serial killer murdering brothel women in the city’s slums—moved Carnaby to avoid being outside alone too often. It also made him start worrying about Baxter Hanrahan’s safety.

One day, while washing his hands in the sink again, he felt a gaze upon him. The hairs stood up on the back of Carnaby’s neck. Someone stood in the doorway, staring at him.

He turned and expected to see Hanrahan’s smile.

Instead, he beheld the stern face of a police constable. A giant of a man clad in black, the lawman lifted his helmet in greeting. In the reception room behind him, the silhouettes of other figures and a renowned private detective stood out.

In a low, voluminous voice, the constable asked, "Doctor Carnaby?”

The doctor confirmed.

“I need to speak to you about a criminal investigation regarding the murders in the outer city. Have you seen this before?”

The constable’s meaty fingers pinched a metal syringe between them, holding it out on display for the doctor to take in its appearance. The same syringe Carnaby had given Hanrahan.

Doctor Carnaby’s heart skipped a beat.

—Submitted by Wratts

[penbattles]

A Collection of (Taakitz) Cats

Cat Taako: Showed up at Taako and Kravitz’s doorstep one night, then again the next night, then the night after that.  Taako started leaving out food for him (he’s not a monster, it may be a dumb cat but he’s not gonna let it starve).  Flash forward a few weeks and Cat Taako is Elf Taako’s new BFF.  He says he loves Cat Taako more than Krav.  Kravitz isn’t entirely sure if he’s joking.

Cat Taako is a Bad Cat.  He pushes things off of tables, screams when he wants attention, and scratches anyone except for Taako who tries to pet him.  Still, he’ll grow on you once you get through his outer shell, much like a certain wizard elf.  7/10

Reaper:  Kravitz brought Reaper home from work with him one day.  He belonged to a couple of necromancers who recently relocated to the eternal stockade, and Krav couldn’t just leave him there.  And, as it turns out, skeleton cats are pretty good pets.  They don’t have any skin or organs, and all of that extra space is filled with love.

Reaper is a good cat.  He loves to play, and Kravitz trains him to come on jobs with him.  Still, he is made of bones, so when he tries to snuggle you at night it can be painful.  8//10.

Casper: Nobody knows where Casper came from.  She started appearing occasionally a couple months after they adopted Reaper.  Taako saw her first, and Kravitz was convinced that he was imagining things.  In the end, they had to have Barry come over and use Summon Undead Spirit to get her to come out.  Now, she hangs around most of the time, and has a habit of phasing through walls to stare at Taako and Kravitz while they sleep.

Casper is a beautiful and elegant cat.  She is perfect, and has never done anything wrong in her life.  However, since she is a ghost, it is impossible to pet her.  9/10

  Deathslayer: Kravitz still isn’t sure about Deathslayer.  He found her when he was tracking down a circle of necromancers who were trying to summon a demon.  When he arrived, all of the necromancers were dead, and Deathslayer was the only one there.  Not even the Raven Queen knows what happened.  The only thing they know is that Deathslayer radiates an insane amount of arcane energy.  Taakoo insisted that they keep her.  For science, he said.  For research and all that.  And also because she has big adorable eyes and soft fur and tiny little toe beans.

Deathslayer is an adorable kitten who occasionally performs ninth level warlock spells.  10/10