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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Can I request a Kai Parker smut

stuck in 1903

kai parker x reader / masterlist

summary; being trapped in the prison world after sacrificing yourself to protect your friends, leads to some very embarrassing and frustrating situations / warnings; kai being an annoying lil shit, mentions of death, smut, possessiveness, imprisonment,

the prison world, perhaps it would have been slightly peaceful if an entrapped witch was not following your every move like an obsessed ghost. he was relentless, stalking his threatening footsteps after your own, prowling for a manner of attention.

“if you stop this whole, ‘let’s walk in y/n’s shadow’ charade, i will have sex with you. can we pursue a deal concerning the matter?” instantly, the witch muted his movements, gripping onto the side of the aisle shelf as he studied you, searching to see if your prospectus contained serious regard.

once he had come to a conclusion, he raised his eyebrows. kai had tried his darnest to keep you contained in that house that he likened to call a home. there was something he didn’t wish for you to discover, he was keeping you isolated from everything within the empty world that his family had banished him to.

that made you think, that it was possible, that perhaps other souls had entered the enclosure of this world, and that was why you were seeking, in the hopes of providing yourself with the comfort that you weren’t alone in this cursed nation with the one, and the only, to your misfortune, kai parker.

there wasn’t much that you knew about him, he was a practical talker, rather than a personal one. he had stocks of questions about the modern world, so that he could relish in the imagery of how much it had evolved without him. a part of you pitied him, but another worried that there was a wisp of darkness that he was hiding.

you didn’t know him, he was a stranger, and that truth made him potentially dangerous. it was safe to always remain on your toes, even if he had a habit of trailing huskily after. it gave him no chance of envisioning you as a sitting duck, every day was the same, but he was the one thing that could change that.

one tip of his mindset, and he could remember that he preferred being alone. and he could kill you, piking you on a stake, despite being human, or using his siphoning hands to drain all life out of your body. this wasn’t your first rodeo with the aftermath of death; bonnie had found a way to bring you back, her power flowed through you, keeping you logically alive, to a fault that was.

parker licked his pork rind exploited lips, collecting the dust from the treat, and bringing it into the cauldron of his mouth. the man was thinking, and that idea alone scared you. however you waited for him to persevere with whatever was unravelling in his mind, although you could have easily passed him by, finding elsewhere to seek salvation.

“is there a due date for that offer, because i’d like to take you up on it right now?” a smirk curved his mouth. perhaps not every day was the same, this was certainly going to be different, that was one thing that was for sure.

he noticed how your shoulders withered from the thought; sex in a grocery store, you had never been so filthy, and despite there being nobody around to bare witness to the sin, it still had your skin crawling. hugging your arms across your chest, you sighed, giving into his slick prompt, leaning your head down out of self disrespect.

kai couldn’t be trusted, you knew that. not for the fact that his own family had sent him here, to wallow in nothing more than the loneliness of his own company. there had to be a reason! nobody’s mother nor father would do such an act for no resolving purpose.

gulping, you finally grew the guts to adjust your gaze on him, and how he tapped his foot, silently demanding a response. “i mean it kai, we have sex, and you stop trailing after me like some stray. you got that?”

he got it. his footsteps came closer to you as he backed you into a shelf along the outer wall, enclosing you against the packets of rustling pork rinds, accidentally crushing their interior contents, as you raised your chin up, obscenely glaring at the mysterious man.

“oh, i heard every word.” he held out his pinkie finger to make a promise, and sickeningly you reached your own out, shaking on it, before he rasped his hand around your wrist, pressing a kiss upon the thin flesh. leaning down, kai attached your lips, humming contently, it had been so long since he had endured the contact of another person.

with his unoccupied hand, he slithered it down your chest, dragging his knuckles down your stomach, before he reached the tender edge of your trousers. he toyed with the band, the action making you stifle any sounds of admitted likening to his teasing; if you did, then he would only continue to do so more.

it felt like forever since you had gotten laid, a large portion of you wanted kai to take you on the spot, which it looked as though that was his intent, and that he definitely would do so. but another felt sick of yourself, these were the extents that you would go to to be left alone, and there was not exactly a plan b if he didn’t.

you wanted to obtain a way out of this place, and possibly the only chance that you had of doing so was to wander away from his ever watching eyes, and strive on your own, trying to discover any evidence of life throughout this semi detached world. you felt like a cattle, being guarded by their herder, he was protecting you from anything that could daunt your mind with realisation.

it wasn’t the fact he was protective, it was more in the terms of possessiveness. though he wanted to leave, he claimed that there was no way out, he was intent on descending your hope of uncovering an escape, from not only the ghost town of your home, but from him also.

“what to first? should i just fuck you or make you blow me?” his teeth toyed with a sly smile, as though he were trying to convince you into a conflict regarding the answer. but instead of growing a fuzzy brain, you simply glared at him, pushing his fingers out from where they had slipped under the top of your bottoms, leaving the man to be a confused mess; it was kinda cute, but for all you knew, his often sublime attitude.

“i didn’t say foreplay parker, only sex was on the table. and that will be all you’re getting, unless you want me to leave you high and dry, and find another resolve to rid myself of your attached escapades of following after me like there’s a wire attached from me to you.”

“fine.” he raised his hands in a motion of surrender, chuckling lightly to himself. “i was just testing my luck, which is clear that i don’t have.” he turned, his brows going up higher on his face as he saw a variety of boxes stacked on one of the shelves. he picked one up, reading over the scripture as you scoffed.

“i don’t think your gonna need xxl, unless you’re going to cum that much since nobody has had their hands on you for a long time. you’ve had to suffice and please yourself for how long again?”

“spicy, i like it. eh, you’re right anyways.” he tossed the box down the aisle, grasping for another like a kid in the candy store, this time it was for the variety of average sized men. kai aggressively ripped the box open, causing the contents of packets to spill all over the ground.

“are you incapable of doing anything like a grown ass man?” it was irritating just watching him fail to do ordinary everyday tasks. he was destructive, and it seemed to be a large part of his personality.

“you won’t be asking that in a minute y/n/n.” he sent you a gruelling wink, making you inherently gulp, watching as he plucked a singular condom off the ground, holding it between his teeth as he began to unbuckle his belt, starting towards you.

“whatever you say kai.” rolling your eyes at his constant cockiness, you pried open your jeans, dropping your panties to the ground, as you caught kai frozen, with a slight swab of drool bathing his bottom lip. “come on, i am waiting, so hurry your ass up before i get bored of doing so.”

“you want this as much as i do, you just won’t admit it.” he lightly sneered towards you, and you felt your body flush with composed embarrassment. perhaps you had thought about the ordeal a little during the time you had been there, but there had to be some excuse! he was the only guy in a worldwide radius, that was a reasonable enough purpose.

when he was rid of apparel on his lower half, he rolled the protection onto his length, as he pinned you completely flush against the shelves of the aisle, one of his hands cupping your ass, before he helped you clamber into his arms, as he held your weight up.

you wrapped your legs expertly around his waist, biting your lip as he ran the tip of his cock against your clit, and then pushed into your walls, his moans reverberating erotically along the column of your throat, as he trailed his lips against your tender flesh.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he uttered as he began to thrust. it had been a long time since kai had endured any physical contact, let alone like this. the siphon was relishing in it, slipping his cock in and out of your folds as though that was his lifelong purpose.

for the first time in many years, he no longer felt trapped, he had inched into a small paving of freedom, all because he was inherent not to leave you to abandon alone. you too were also caught up in the web of pleasure, you didn’t here two specific sets of footsteps enter the store, searching for the witch that had claimed that he knew of a route out of this subordinate hell.

they had survived the enduring loss of their own freedom, being sucked from the force of a collapsing vacuum into this lonesome reality. the other side had fallen, and so had their jaws, as they saw kai not only having sex, but with you, their lost friend whom had given her life to previously save them from complicated doom.

bonnie felt borderline disgusted as she watched you shut your eyes and try to bounce yourself on the man’s cock, whilst damon was specifically disappointed. your hands rasped around his shoulders, though their grip tightened as your name was called.

as you turned and saw your friends, it all suddenly made sense. from kai’s behaviour, to his lack of inclination to leave you alone, it was clear that he was hiding you from them and vice versa. “bonnie, damon!” you gasped, unsure of how you were supposed to compose yourself throughout this predicament.

“yes, bon bon, damey.” kai mocked with a roll of his eyes, as he remained still to his own dismay. “could you maybe give us five minutes, we kinda weren’t done here. just let us finish, and- ow!” you slapped the side of his face, scrambling to situate yourself out of his menacing grip.

with downturned eyes, you hastily pulled your clothes back up into place, glaring at the siphon. “you knew didn’t you? you knew that these were my friends and you purposely made sure i was distanced from them!” you growled at kai, your eyes fluttering with disregard for the imprisoned magician.

“well if i had, then you’d be less inclined to spend time with me, and this, would never have happened.” his fingers pried at pointing between the pair of you, amusedly he would say, though you would think otherwise. “welcome to 1903 baby! the world of lies and disgrace.”

“you’re the disgrace, you killed your own family, your younger siblings.” bonnie spoke, and her words made you feel physically sick. “get away from him y/n.” you followed her command, rushing over to her and damon, with shock established in your eyes. you had just fucked a sociopath.

“well, i guess that the jig is up.” he shrugged as he conformed his own clothes to be put in place. the fact that you still felt a rouse to finish what you started made you feel disgusted with yourself, though he deserved to rot here. why did the bad guys always have to be so hot? it just was not fair.

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iminarce · 2 years

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perfect

cw: a fluff-fest! first kisses (with some whimpering) and hand-holding wc: 2622

every time i take robin on a date, i can’t help but wish it lasted longer - he’s just so cute whether he’s high or low confidence, and it always makes me smile :) also does anyone go on the movie date with robin and actually watch the movie? couldn’t be me.

you were propped up on robin’s only pillow, settled in a seated position so that robin could lay his head in your lap as he balanced precariously on the border of waking and sleeping. the room was silent, save for the occasional clicking of his controller and the muted video game noises.

despite his drowsy state, robin insisted on continuing his game, even if it meant that his performance suffered as a result. you had even tried getting him to sit up as a means of staying awake, but he had refused adamantly.

admittedly, you prefer it like this anyway.

with his head in your lap, you were able to indulge yourself and play aimlessly with robin’s hair, undoing every small tangle, and even scratching his scalp every once in a while as a makeshift head massage, drawing out small hums of delight from him whenever you did.

normally, you would have been more than content to let the day end like this, basking in robin’s company.

and that had been your plan all this while, but it had been a while since you took robin out somewhere. all week you had been putting it off in favour of school or work, and now that you two both clearly had nothing to do, it would be perfect.

even if that did mean getting up from this dangerously comfortable position. which neither you nor robin seemed to want to do.

well, there was no harm in asking anyway.

“let’s go somewhere,” you murmur softly, voice barely loud enough to be heard over the sounds of robin’s video game.

he immediately pauses said game upon hearing you speak, and shifts in your lap so that he can look up at you.

“where?” he asks as you brush his fringe from his eyes gently, admiring the soft slope of his nose and round curve of his cheeks.

“how about the cinema?”

immediately, robin’s eyes light up. to your surprise, he sits up with a renewed vigour and pulls you to your feet in one smooth motion.

“great idea!” he exclaims, already palpable with excitement. you can’t help but find his enthusiasm infectious, and soon, what had only been a throwaway idea of yours suddenly evolved itself into something that you found yourself looking forward to as well.

as you two step out of the orphanage together, robin brushes the back of his hand against yours, timidly linking your pinkies together. you wait a beat to see if he’ll take your hand in his, and when he doesn’t, you take his hand in yours.

the action lights up robin’s face, but to your disappointment, it’s a little hard to tell under the golden glow of the sunset. when robin pulls you along though, fingers interlacing securely with yours, you forget about your disappointment all together.

hand in hand, in the light of the setting sun, you and robin chat happily as you make your way to the cinema.

when you finally arrive, you pay for two tickets to the newest romance movie and buy a bag of popcorn to share. you had offered to buy him his own bag of popcorn when he asked, but

“it tastes better when we share,” he had said, a sweet smile on his lips, a rosy blush on his cheeks.

you two take your seats in the middle of the theatre and settle in to watch the movie.

it��s pretty slow, if you’re being honest. there are moments when you can’t believe you paid for these tickets.

but all it takes is one glance in robin’s direction, and you are at peace with the money you forked over for this movie.

robin’s engrossed, his face contorting in a melange of emotions appropriate to whatever was happening on the screen. it’s even better entertainment than the movie.

you’d be lying if you said that this wasn’t the predominant reason you liked coming to the cinema with him, anyway.

something dramatic must have happened just then, as robin’s gasps softly in shock at whatever revelation is made, and it makes you giggle to yourself, finding yourself much more interested in watching robin than the silver screen.

the small noise grabs his attention, and he glances over to look at you, eyes widening in surprise when he catches you already staring at him. without missing a beat, his lips spread into an bright smile, as warm as the look he gives you.

charmed, and unable to help yourself, you lean towards him, resting your head on his shoulder. you feel him tense under you, but he’s soon relaxing into you as well, wrapping a tentative arm around your shoulder and giving you a small, affectionate squeeze.

“i could stay like this forever,” he coos softly as he leans into you, resting his head on top of yours, and this time its your cheeks that flush, taken aback by the tender fondness that laces his sweet whispers.

the brisk night air takes no prisoners, immediately nipping at your nose and cheeks the minute you step out of the cinema. robin sees your slight shiver, and reaches forward to take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers again, like that’s where they belonged.

the contact warms you enough to fight off the chill.

the sun had long set, giving way to the numerous stars twinkling happily on their night stage, delighted that they finally get their time to shine. the streets were much emptier than before, only a few couples strolling past, a few lone stragglers milling about.

only the crickets and frogs kept the two of you company on your walk home, filling the air with their chirps and croaks, another reminder of the hour.

you strike up light conversation as you walk home, though robin is much more eager to discuss the movie than you. a couple of times you find yourself blanking, unable to formulate a proper response to some of his comments.

though to be fair, there were multiple times when you had decided you’d rather watch robin than the movie, so it was only to be expected that your commentary would fall a bit short here and there.

robin doesn’t seem to mind - or notice, you can’t tell - and continues to prattle about the characters, the plot, the drama. he quotes a couple of the male lead’s lines, and then turns to you, asking you what your favourite scene is.

the question catches you off guard for a bit, unsure if you had even watched enough of the movie to actually have a favourite scene. you think for a moment before settling on a simple answer,

“the kiss scene,” you tell him. it’s a romance movie after all, right? robin grins and nods with excitement before launching into a monologue about how romantic that scene was - how sweet and heart-fluttering.

a playful smile settles on your lips at his enthusiasm, and you have half a mind to tease him.

so you do.

“i loved when she said, oh...what was it?” you pretend to ponder, stopping in your tracks under a streetlight as if it would help you think. robin stops obediently beside you, waiting patiently for you to speak, a look of genuine curiosity on his face. you feel him give your hand a squeeze of encouragement.

he’s so cute.

“ah, that’s right. she said,” you clear your throat and put on a bit of a voice, trying your best to imitate same tone that the actress had, “i wish you would not call me my dear because it’s what my father always calls my mother whenever he’s cross about something."

you watch as a robin glances away for a moment, perhaps because he feels bashful, or perhaps because he is hesitant to return your teasing. but the moment is short-lived, as he turns back to you, a familiar confidence in his voice when he recites,

"what endearments am i allowed, then?"

“well let me think,” you pause like the lady did in the film. “lizzy, for every day. my pearl for sundays, and...goddess divine. but only on very special occasions.”

robin’s face flushes warmly under the yellow glow of the streetlight, his gaze shifts from yours briefly, and you can see the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows hard before meeting your eyes again,

“and what shall i call you when i’m cross? mrs. darcy?”

“no!” you give him an exaggerated look of scandal, one that he giggles at. “no, you may only call me mrs. darcy when you are completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy.”

“and how are you this evening,” robin continues, much quieter this time, his voice fading considerably as he recalls the meaning behind those words. “mrs. darcy?”

you don’t say anything in return, content to beam at him instead, watching with adoration as he shifts shyly under your gaze. he’s the first to break the silence, releasing a small, awkward laugh as he notes in the softest of whispers,

“and then we kiss.”

he waits for barely a second longer before he’s turning away, ready to speed walk back to the orphanage in silence, already proud enough of himself for having made it to the end of such a conversation without running away prematurely.

but his hand is still clasped in yours, fingers still intertwined, palms still touching.

so he doesn’t get very far before he turns back, a quizzical look replacing his bashful one, wondering why you won’t move.

you smile back at him mischievously, and robin can feel a shiver travel down his spine. he knows that smile. you’re not done teasing him yet.

“and then we kiss,” you say, repeating his words louder, announcing them to the still of the night, where there is no audience. no one but you and robin and the silence.

even the crickets have quieted for you.

you think you see him gulp again. in fact, you’re sure you do, because you can feel his hand growing clammier in yours as the weight of your words settle into the night air and permeate into every nook and cranny of robin’s stream of consciousness.

robin finds himself frozen to the spot. he knows his eyes are wide and his cheeks are the reddest they’ve been all night. he can feel the burn up his neck, on his ears, all over his face. his breath comes in small pants and he feels like suddenly it’s hard to breathe.

it’s hard to look into your eyes, but it’s also hard to look away. he doesn’t know what to do.

he barely registers the small tug you give his hand, pulling him closer. his body - completely on autopilot at this point - moves closer of its own accord. he certainly didn’t tell it to do that.

and when he stumbles closer to you, he’s both mortified and ecstatic. he tries to figure out which one he feels more of, but his mind is still a jumble at the implications of your words and actions, and he abandons thinking all together.

he gazes down at you, the wistful longing in his eyes meeting the playful expectancy in yours.

robin feels and hears his breath hitch in his throat as you begin to lean in closer. the entire situation is just becoming too much for him. he finds himself both eager to kiss you, and yet reluctant to do so, the vestiges of the threat of rejection still lingering in the back of his mind.

you were just teasing him, after all, right? what if you were just joking about the kiss, too then?

he flounders, at a loss, so he settles for squeezing his eyes shut, deciding to let you do whatever you wanted with him.

he would let you kiss him if you wanted. because he wanted you to. or, at least he wanted you to want to. wanted you to want you to want him to?

robin tries to quiet his thoughts.

seconds pass. and pass. the anticipation in his stomach builds.

and yet, nothing.

he feels a soft puff of air on his lips from so close and then, the distinct melody of your laugh. warily, he cracks open his eyes to see you, eyes full of mirth, cheeks pink, lips stretched in a large smile, laughing at him.

but you can’t help it. he’s being too cute!

the way he had shut his eyes, pursed his lips, and stood there, still as a board, completely at your mercy was both parts endearing and silly, and before you knew it, you found yourself first holding back giggles and then full-on laughing at his antics.

somehow, the unimpressed look on his face now only make it funnier.

the street is silent, and robin lets the sound of your laugh fill the air without interruption, infusing the cold night with your familiar warmth. despite not getting a kiss, robin still finds comfort in the happy sound of your laugh, and lets that sink into his bones as he takes a deep breath, trying to recompose himself.

once you’ve finally calmed down, you part your lips to speak, but you don’t get the chance to say anything.

you barely get the chance to catch the look of disappointment in robin’s eyes, the pout his lips are settled into, the small whimper he exhales before he leans forward in one confident motion and meets his lips to yours.

you still in shock. and delight.

and then disappointment as robin pulls away as fast as he pushed in.

his kiss had been barely a peck. his lips had only just met yours, and he was already pulling away?

not a chance.

you recognise the look in his eyes as he does so - apologetic and panicked. but you don’t pay it any mind and use your free hand to pull him by the collar back down so that he was eye level with you again, crashing your lips onto his with perhaps more force than you had intended.

robin squeaks in surprise, but quickly melts into the kiss himself, his apologies long forgotten.

he brings up his free hand to rest on your waist, the warmth radiating from his palm seeping past the fabric of your top and staining your skin in the most delightful way.

his lips are chapped and clumsy, but eager and enthusiastic enough to take your breath away anyway. you tilt your head slightly, deepening the kiss, pushing yourself closer to him, and he whimpers softly in appreciation.

you find yourself about to moan back in response, but catch the sound in your throat before you let yourself go entirely.

here, on some nondescript sidewalk, standing next to some overgrown brush.

an old streetlight illuminating your two figures, already pressed so close together and only trying to get closer.

you have half a mind to pull away, to continue this later. you could still kiss in the (relative) safety of the orphanage, after all. in the warmth of your room or the cosiness of robin’s bed.

as opposed to out here. where it’s definitely not safe. and definitely not romantic, warm, or cosy.

but when you finally pull away for air, and robin whines softly against your lips in protest, you can’t help but pull him into another hungry kiss, lungs burning and head dizzy.

his lips slot against yours again after only seconds apart - seconds too long, might you add - and you can’t stop the satisfied sigh you let fall into his mouth.

turns out, it doesn’t matter where you kiss robin because it’s always going to be warm and cosy and romantic and perfect.

as long as it’s with him.

i must admit, i don't watch very many romance movies, so writing this included googling "best movie kisses," and after watching countless videos, i finally ended up settling for a scene from pride and prejudice (2005). a movie that i, admittedly, have not seen, so i didn’t even know they kissed in it. but i thought the dialogue was just too cute! had i not found the kiss scene in pride and prejudice, the alternative would have been that one fountain scene from the princess diaries 2: royal engagement (2004). would’ve been a way different fic, that’s for sure.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #robin the orphan #dol robin #i love robin so much #please direct me towards any and all cute robin content thanks #this is a plea #not tumblr deleting my first painstaking edit of this and ruining my day 🙃#i think the princess diaries version would have been more cute and funny #every time i proofread this piece it gets longer lmfao

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pinkysfaultorbrainsfault · 4 years

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animaniacs - s1e47: when mice ruled the earth

episode summary: brain steals hg wells’ time machine, because he remembered how fun it was to steal the minivan. and also to go back in time to 100,000 BC to give mice the evolutionary advantage over humans so that he can come back to a mouse-dominated world.

and also because he’s acting out in mindless rebellion to deal with his many traumas, and he knows that stealing the time machine would piss Herbert George off.

the rundown:

we open at hg wells’ house.

you can tell it’s hg wells’ house because rule britannia is playing and it has his name on the door. all houses do this. when i come home from uni i can tell which flat is mine because it has BOXY in big letters on the door. despite this, i continue to get mail for everyone else in the building.

still, never mind my mail problems, right? hg wells has just finished his book. well done, herbert! what a lad.

“the time machine, by hg wells. too bad it’s just science fiction, and not science fact.”

and then he gets up and takes the.... tarp off his... time machine? that he has? this feels like it needs more frames but i promise you it just cuts from that to this without anything in between.

having uncovered his time machine for no reason, herbert puts his coat on and leaves.

“perhaps there are some things man cannot meddle with,” he muses, as he does, unable to hear the disembodied spirit of orson welles reply in fashion.

“perhaps man cannot, my dear mr wells, but mouse can.”

oh, never mind, it’s only brain. what are we up to today, bee? wouldn’t have anything to do with that funny time machine over there, would it?

spoiler: it does.

“come, pinky. time to put my plan into action.”

“just a sec, brain! i feel like i’m finally getting somewhere!”

(boxy note: those wheels are actually kind of bad for rodents. if you keep little sniffly friends, maybe invest in a saucer wheel instead.)

undeterred, brain explains that he can make the time machine work, by “utilising the invisible forces of nature”. hm. vague, so pinky asks him to elaborate, as anyone would, and brain pulls out a paperclip.

“with this!”

he wasn’t carrying it. it just sort of. appeared. pinky decides not to question this.

“it’s not exactly invisible, is it. i can see it quite plainly.”

apparently the paperclip is supposed to “act as an antenna, grabbing neutrinos from the cosmos, and providing ignition for this craft.” who knew. with that resolved, brain shoves the paperclip into the key bit.

mf just hotwired a time machine. your man could never.

“astonishing, brain. does it also roast marshmallows?”

“actually, it might.”

but first! brain wants to travel back to the primordial era to “alter the course of evolution, and then return to the present to a world dominated not by humans, but by mice!”

“and they will pick me as their leader!”

“why would they pick you.”

“because i’m very likable.”

with that settled, off go the boys to the Funny Era.

so pretty much as soon as they get there, they find cavemouse, which brain points out to pinky as “our prehistoric ancestor.” they just sort of sit there and watch as this mouse scampers around and tries to jump for the grapes. poor mouse.

can mice eat grapes, actually?

huh. probably not a bad shout then. still, it rubs brain the wrong way, and he gives pinky some bouncy shoes and tells him to teach the mice how to “leap up and grab the best food.” despite the fact that mice without cool shoes cannot bounce that high, as proven by that little guy up there, pinky gives it a go.

he tried, and therefore nobody can criticise him.

unfortunately he sets off a bit of a chain reaction.

hm.

now everyone is using mice as tiny catapults. definitely not the future brain wanted. good thing they’ve got a time machine, huh?

but first brain has to stop off at the invention of aspirin.

so anyway their second attempt is to teach mice how to use weapons.

i didn’t mean to stop on this frame but it’s good so i’ll keep it. brain is summoning spirits or something, i guess.

pinky gives them an informercial demonstration.

“and the tops are removable for easy cleaning!” narf.

yknow, i think they get it.

“some mice have more evolving to do than others. come, see how technology prevails!”

hm.

so the boys decide to take one last trip, to 50,000bc, which brain describes as The Next Key Moment In Mouse Evolution.

“then, we will return to a time when--”

“oh, can i say it this time brain?”

“oh, alright.”

WHEN MICE RULED THE EARTH OOO TITLE DROP.

brain’s final idea is convincing mice to understand fire, working off the logic that if they discover it before humans do, they will “rise above mankind.”

“look and learn, primitive neolithic rodents,” he cries “look and learn at one of the primal forces of nature!”

but aww, he banged it wrong and hurt his thumb. “that would be pain,” suggests pinky, unhelpfully, before deciding it would be better if he took over.

he has slightly more success.

until brain realises his tail is on fire.

not great. so he runs to the nearest convenient pond to cool down,

which is also not a great idea.

OK SO HERE’S THE IMPORTANT PART. as pinky rushes to brain’s aid, as good as he is at finding trouble, he gives the neolithic mouse the pieces of slate and says “narf, now you try.”

and they do.

“narf. poit.”

but we won’t worry about the consequences of that, for now. pinky is busy yelling at a wooly mammoth.

“zounds. i guess i saved you, brain.”

“unfortunately, pinky, that wooly mammoth was the only thing keeping the sabre tooth tiger at bay.”

probably for the best they go back to the ship, huh.

conclusion:

i genuinely thought this was going to be one of those episodes where something bad happens to the time machine and they end up stuck in the BCs for the rest of forever. luckily, that is not the case! and the boys make it back to 1895 in peace.

mostly. “egad brain! we’re giant mice!”

“we’re not giants, pinky! we’re the same! it’s just the world that’s changed!”

and how it has, eh? brain opens the window to take a look.

NARF POIT EGAD.

POIT NARF EGAD.

POOOOIIIIIIT NAAAAAAAAARF.

NARF POIT ZORT ZOUNDS NARF EGAD

ZOUNDS ZORT POIT NARF ZOUNDS ZORT ZOUNDS EGAD EGAD ZOUNDS ZORT

brain is horrified.

“quickly, pinky! we must return to the past! i must change it all back again!”

“but why, brain? it would be easy to rule a world of mice like them.”

“yes, pinky, but who would want to.”

hm.

okay, so i do feel that this may technically be a pinky’s fault episode, but i kind of feel bad for saying that. it’s not his fault he has tourettes. still, it’s not like it’s anyone else’s fault, so in it goes.

brain: 3 pinky: 4 outside influence: 5

please look at this picture of them getting squashed in the time machine.

#patb #pinky and the brain #a!#animaniacs #i am not sober. can you tell?

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sciencelings-writes · 5 years

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Incredibles AU (Part 1)

My next @iron-man-bingo entry! Enjoy!!

The Starks were a normal American family. Tony, the father, worked as a mechanic for a decent wage, Virginia, the stay-at-home mom, took care of the kids and kept the house in order, Harley, the eldest son was a high school junior with passing grades and helped his father as a hobby, Peter, the middle child, was less than a year younger than his brother and spent his time reading and daydreaming, lastly, Morgan, the baby. She was a normal toddler that as most normal babies, couldn’t talk and seemed to be having as much fun being completely unaware of what was happening.

But on the inside, the Starks were not very normal. Tony could feel the electricity through technology and could create whatever his brilliant mind could come up with. Virginia, often going by her nickname Pepper, had fire under her skin and could melt metal with her bare hands. Harley could see and control the magnetic fields around him and levitate the metals around him. Peter could lift an elephant with his pinky, stick to even the slickest materials, hear the heartbeats of people miles away, feel danger moments from its impact, perform intricate acrobatic maneuvers, and balance on a string. Morgan could… well, they didn't know yet but her powers would manifest pretty soon. It usually took a few years.

So yeah, the Starks were pretty normal. They kind of had to be. In the world that they lived in, people like them were a controversial topic and publicly using their powers or using them to intervene in everyday life was illegal. Sure, Pepper could heat up a pot of pasta to get it to boil faster and Harley could lift the car that his father was working on, but in the public eye, they had to do things the normal way. Peter had to pretend that he couldn’t lift as much as he was able to, Tony had to let his phone stay thick and inefficient. Because they had to be normal. Even if it made life feel emotionally unsaturated.

However, Tony was unsatisfied with this. He missed having a suit of technologically advanced armor. He missed flying above the air and going against the odd villain of the week. He missed the rush of energy he got when he saved someone or dodged death for the seventh time that week. He missed the excitement. The only thing stopping him from going back was his family. He didn’t care about the superhuman regulatory laws, he just had to keep his family safe. Even if it meant he couldn’t be Iron Man anymore.

Tonys children had never gotten to know what it was like to be a superhero. They never knew why Tony so desperately missed it. They never had super friends, because of the mandatory secrecy. The only person outside of their family that they knew had powers was Pepper's old friend Carol. She could shoot bright energy out of her hands and glow and use the power to fly. She didn’t just secretly have powers though, she secretly got married to a non-powered woman. She was probably the coolest person the Starks ever knew.

Besides Carol, there was only one more person who knew about their little superfamily. James Rhodes. He didn’t have any powers but he was still Tonys longtime best friend. Rhodey was a military man who could be hit with the weirdest shit but still stay logical. He always had a fire extinguisher with him after Pepper had a cold and almost sneezed the house on fire.

So, an ordinary family in an ordinary world. Fortunately soon the world would need extraordinary people again. Whether they knew it or not.

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Superheroes and supervillains may be gone but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t an evil out there. It just meant that the world concurring was much slower and more malicious. Non-powered individuals were afraid of their more evolved counterparts. There was a group of these kinds of people that hid in the shadows ever since superhumans were discovered. They called themselves HYDRA.

They had whispered in the ears of the world governments for decades and were the ones to force the supers into hiding. But that wasn’t all. Superhumans were going missing. Even some of the Starks old teammates. The Winter Soldier, James Barnes, was one of them. Along with Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff), Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff), and worst of all, The Hulk, Tony’s friend Bruce Banner.

Needless to say, the disappearances didn’t go unnoticed. Tony and Pepper started to get paranoid. They kept in near constant contact with Carol and even though Harley could drive, Pepper always picked her boys up from school. Tony started a project, just in case something happened, so that they would be ready. But they had no idea what they were up against. Who could capture some of the strongest supers on the planet without even a trace? Who would even want to try to capture the Hulk? To Tony that was practically suicide.

The kids weren’t aware of what was happening and Tony wanted to keep it that way. Let them worry about school and allowances and not the fact that there was practically an anti-superhuman organization out there connected to the vanishing of dozens of their kind. Unfortunately, Tony’s kids had inherited his brilliance. They also had access to the news just like their parents had.

After years of being forced to hide their powers, they found a reason to be afraid to have them. Because people just like them were going missing and the non-powered government wasn’t planning on doing anything about it. They were unfortunately unlucky enough to live in a world where it was more illegal to save someone with their powers than to be behind major hate crimes towards supers.

It took one more of Tony’s super friends to go missing before he stopped sitting on his ass to just watch. He had to actually do something about this. Someone had abducted Thor. THOR! The guy was a literal god and some unpowered piece of shit managed to get him too. Some morbid curiosity made him wonder how they were even able to do it. In fact, how were they even able to do it to any of the heroes they had taken? Tony suspected that they had something on their side that made them actually able to… take down the most powerful of them. The idea sent a shiver up his spine.

Tony had closed the shop for the day but still left early in the morning as if he was just going to work as normal. He kissed his wife goodbye and she seemed to suspect he was up to something but didn’t have time to figure it out because Peter still wasn’t awake for school goddamnit, and Tony left without a hitch.

It wasn’t hard to get into a highly secure government building, at least with his technopathy. He just had to wave his hand in front of the keypad and it lit up green and let him in. All he had to do was not get seen by a real person. Or he could just pass off like he belonged there. It wasn’t too hard with the dapper suit he had changed into before going in. His sunglasses were as much of a mask as the metal one he had locked in storage.

He just waited for the highest ranking official to need to go to the bathroom and snuck into the man's office. It only took a slight touch on the clunky computer for information to flood Tony’s brain. Of course, it took a moment for Tony to know that it had been too easy for a reason. A little red light blinked urgently at the corner of his vision and he sent one last message before the electricity hit him. After a moment of immeasurable pain, his vision went dark.

Pepper was in the middle of cooking when she got the message. She looked at the little device that Tony had made her after Natasha had gone missing, he had said that it was only for emergencies and she felt her heart stop when she noticed that it had gone off. She didn’t take time to wash her hands or anything before she picked the device up to read what it said.

It was a long string of numbers and at the end was the words, ‘Superhuman Containment Facility’ Peppers blood went cold which with her powers was incredibly rare. She knew he wouldn’t have used the communication device to send it to her unless he was in trouble. Her body must’ve betrayed her secrecy because Peter seemed to notice.

“Mom? Are you okay?” He looked up at her with his big brown eyes, he had just been doing his homework on the dining room table when she got Tony’s message. With his enhanced senses, nothing got past him. He always knew when something was wrong.

“Yeah,” she lied, “Something just came up, I have to… get something taken care of… How about you order a pizza, I’ll leave a twenty…”

“Mom.” Peter interrupted, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” She lied again, “I’ll be back late…” Peter squinted his eyes at her. But she had something more important to worry about. Before she didn’t know what it would take to get her back into her old life of hero-work, but her question was answered at a moments notice with the disappearance of her husband.

“Is dad in trouble?” Peter asked innocently.

“Probably. I’ll take care of it.” She promised with a proud smile.

“What if Morgan develops her powers while you’re gone?”

“I seriously doubt that will happen. Can you hand me the phone? I need to make a call.” She requested and he tossed the plastic home phone to her. Peter looked at her as if he knew she was lying but was too polite to interrupt her while she made her call.

“Hey, Maria? It’s Pepper. Do you still have that jet?” Peters' eyes widened.

Carol had been a mixture of worried about Tony and excited to get back into hero-work when Pepper met them at their aircraft they’d hidden from the government in their concrete basement. Pepper knew that she couldn’t fly a jet but both Maria and her wife were more than willing to help her.

There wasn’t much hesitation to board the aircraft and enter in the coordinates that Tony sent her. Carol put on her old red and dark blue super suit with the gold eight-pointed star and thick stripes sprouting out of it going to her shoulders and red sash around her waist. Carol also had a helmet that tucked her hair into a mohawk and went around her eyes to properly protect her identity.

Pepper didn’t even think about getting her suit… She hasn’t worn it in so long… It probably didn’t even fit anymore. Protecting her identity had been the least of her concerns but it didn’t matter now. It was too late anyway.

Pepper left the cockpit to sort out her thoughts and attempt to make a plan but hushed whispers stopped her train of thought.

“Shut up! I can use it! Dad made it for me remember!”

“Dude she’s coming-”

She knew those voices. She honestly couldn’t say that she was surprised to hear them but she had been dreading it. She just hoped that they had an ounce of foresight and didn’t leave a budding super-toddler home alone. They were too much like their father, all impulsive selflessness and not a thought of consequences.

“Peter… Harley…” She said in her mother voice. The voices stopped and for a moment, everything was quiet. “I’m not an idiot I know you’re there.” After a second more of silence, there was a sigh and Harley, in a plain gold and black super-suit similar to the one Tony wore under his metal shell, walked out of a well hidden dark corner. Peter, in a red and blue super-suit with a spider insignia on the chest, dropped from the ceiling and landed without effort.

“Hi, mom…” The said in strangely perfect unison.

“I’m not mad… but did you at least get Morgan a sitter?” Pepper asked.

“Yeah, we’re not that irresponsible… Scott was nearby.” Harley explained.

“You got Scott? Like, Ant-Man Scott?”

“No, Laser-Vision Scott, or course Ant-Man Scott!” Harley said oozing with his father's sarcasm.

“Okay… How did you get those suits? Have you been holding out a sewing power or something?”

“I mean, I can sew a little but dad made these. I think he was scared because of all the super people disappearing.” Peter sighed. “He made one for you, we brought it.” he smiled and dug around in a duffle bag to pull out a white, gold and bright red flaming spandex super-suit. It was a little more flashy and glittery than her old one but honestly, Pepper had to admit it had style.

“Fine, family mission. But you guys have to promise to listen to me. If you stray from my instructions and get yourself hurt then I’ll ground you for life. Got it?” She ordered with as much authority as she knew they would listen too. Enough to know she was serious.

“Yes, ma’am!” Harley saluted dramatically with Peter rolling his eyes.

“We promise.” Her Spider-kid smiled, obviously not doing a good job hiding his excitement and fear of finally being able to be a superhero.

“This is serious, these guys won’t care if you’re a little young.”

“Yeah… I know… I’ve been waiting for this kind of thing forever. Not for dad to get kidnapped but… to actually use the weird shit I was born with.” Peter rambled.

“Well, don’t enjoy it too much. This isn’t a field trip.”

“Are we going to tell Aunt Carol that we’re here?”

“Shit… I should probably tell her that we have stowaways…”

“We heard everything Mrs. Stark,” Maria said loudly from the cockpit.

“Hey, kiddos!” Carol called from her seat.

“Hi, Aunt Carol!” Peter greeted cheerfully as they made their way to the cockpit holding their gay pilot aunts.

“If you guys put your seatbelts on, I’ll do a barrel roll-” Carol offered.

“No, you’re not.” Maria gave her wife a look. “This is a mission, not an amusement park.”

“Yeah… it’s time to be serious…” Harley said in an overly serious tone and straightened his back while folding his arms in an attempt to look ‘serious.’ Maria looked back at him with a raised eyebrow and Peter snickered in response. Pepper rolled her eyes and left to go to the onboard bathroom to change into her new suit. She felt like she was the only one worried about Tony but she knew that everyone dealt with stress in different ways. Including distractions.

The flight was only a few hours long, with the speed of the aircraft and the fact that the ‘superhuman containment facility’ was apparently in the middle of the Pacific Ocean between the edge of California and Hawaii. Not horrifically far away for a crazy fast aircraft.

Of course, a few hours of smooth flying meant that there was something coming. And this time, it wasn’t just Pepper’s paranoia. Before the radar even saw anything, Peter straightened up and looked around the window, looking for whatever was setting him off.

“Guys… something is coming…” He warned a full five seconds before the radar pinged with something approaching them head-on. After they cleared a clump of clouds, they saw what it was. A handful of small fighter ships were coming from the small island that was now in view. Pepper was almost completely sure that the island held her husband captive on it.

“Is everyone belted in? This rides ‘bout to get bumpy.” Maria warned as she helpfully pressed a seatbelt sign like this was a commercial flight that was going to experience a little bit of turbulence. Harley stumbled to a seat and Peter just held on, fully relying on his stickiness to keep him from shaking around the cabin like a maraca. Before Harley could fully fasten his seatbelt, Carol swerved the aircraft away from the fighter jet that had started to shoot at them.

Pepper caught Harley before he went hurling into the wall and everyone tried to stablized themselves as the jet went rolling to avoid the gunfire. Carol roared as she shot her own fleet of fire at them. She caught at least four fighter jets in the gunfire but the other six were fast enough to avoid it. Their aircraft was surprisingly nimble for being like ten times bigger than the fighter jets, but even Carol and Maria’s flying wasn’t going to be enough.

The biggest fighter jet shot a massive projectile at them and it took a swan dive, several rolls and a bunch of crazy flying techniques to realize that they couldn’t get the homing missile off of their tail. It was faster than them and no matter how fast they went. It was slowly approaching them with no hope of escape. Then, Pepper had an idea.

“Harley… you have to destroy it.” She realized.

“I’ve never worked with anything that big or far away…” His voice shook in the fear that they were about to get blown out of the sky.

“I know, but you can do it. You just have to focus as hard as you can.” Pepper said urgently. Harley closed his eyes and held his hand out to the back of the aircraft.

“I-I can’t-” His arm shook with the effort. They could vaguely hear the emergency call that Maria was directing towards the island tower, saying things like the fact that there were children on board and that they weren’t there to attack anyone. But it was no use. The missile just kept coming closer with the little red dot blinking more and more urgently.

“You have to!” Pepper said desperately. Harley tried but it was like he couldn’t get a hold of it. It was too much. It was like trying to climb up a steep waterfall. He just kept slipping and his muscles strained with the physical effort of at least trying not to fall. Thankfully, the closer it got, the more he was able to get a hold on it. Unfortunately, that also meant that it was getting closer to killing them all.

They were moments away from being hit when Harley finally got a hold of it and swiped his arm with the last bit of energy and got it off course. But not off course enough. It blasted through the left wing and tore a hole through the aircraft before exploding. Somehow, this didn’t kill everyone. Peter had held Harley down to keep him from flying off into the vacuum of air trying to rip them into a thousand feet of free fall.

This was the point where everyone seemed to realize that they couldn’t stay on the jet. It was a little too late for a rescue. Harley activated his suit and the metal plates came flying at him. Carol and Maria had gotten out of their seats and Carol had started to glow from head to toe. There was a lot of yelling that was being covered up by the thunderous sound of the air against the doomed aircraft.

The minute after that was chaos. At some point, Carol let herself be pulled out by the vacuum with Maria in her arms and catching herself with her power to fly once they were out of the crashing jet. Somehow Harley had done the same thing and had managed to figure out how to make the suit fly before he could fall to his death. He caught his mom before she could pummel to the unforgiving water below.

All that was left was Peter. The jet was losing altitude too fast for him to try to jump off and hope someone would catch him. He tried to think about what his suit could do but his panicked mind stumbled over thoughts like he was trying to run with twisted ankles. He couldn’t fly… he couldn’t- after a flurry of panicked thoughts, an idea thankfully stuck out to him. He climbed to the hole in the side of the aircraft and stuck himself to the outside of the jet as he made his way to the top. The wind threatened to rip him off but somehow he managed to crawl to the top of the plummeting aircraft.

When Harley had first found the suits when Pepper had left for their aunts, he also found the paper schematics with paragraphs of specific features in each suit and each little detail and Peter was pretty sure that he had seen something about web wings. They weren’t actual wings but being able to glide would be a whole lot better than falling like a comet to the ground. The problem was, he couldn’t remember how to activate them. He had gotten the suit a few hours ago and had not used his time on the jet to figure out how to work his suit out.

He crouched on the top of the jet with the rough wind hitting him with all its might. And he did something stupid. He took a breath and he leaped into the air. The wind immediately swept him far away from the crashing jet and he spent a horrifying second thinking that he just doomed himself even more than he already did. But as he extended his arms, the web wings popped open and caught the wind like a kite.

His spider-sense reminded him that he wasn’t safe and he shakily adjusted his body as a convenient gust of wind hit him and raised him higher for a perfect moment. He landed on the glass of the fighter jet that was following the crashing ship and he wasted no time in breaking it. He threw out the person inside after taking a short moment to check and see if the bad guy had a parachute or not. He did. So Peter didn’t feel too bad throwing him out of his jet.

With his spider-sense, piloting a fighter jet was weirdly easy. All he had to do was steer and play ratatouille with his sense buzzing when he was about to do something wrong. He managed to relatively gently crashland on the island without being followed and quickly distanced himself from the crash. The problem was, now, he was completely alone. And it was just as scary as being stuck in a jet with its wing ripped out.

Well, that wasn’t good.

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writingsofmyimagination · 5 years

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King and Queen |2|

Summary: Jungkook becomes very needy before he goes on tour and becomes even more desperate when he gets back (Part 2 of a 2 Shot)

Jungkook x Reader

Words:2841

Warnings:Smut, Sub/Jungkook, Dom Reader, Switch!Jungkook, Light bondage, Swearing, Copious amounts of teasing.

Happy Reading :) Comment, Reblog :)

For the first time i’m actually happy with my writing, love this one!

-Did you get my present?– 17:49

-Yes, are we going to use it later? ;) – 17:51

-No bunny, you’re going to use it now and wear it at the party for me – 17:53

-What? Are you serious? That’ll be torture! – 17:57

-That’s kind of the point, I want you desperate – 18:00

You smirk was nothing but wicked putting the remote control into your bag.

-Are you really going to be that much of a tease after a whole month apart? – 18:04

- Yes, now do as you’re told and I’ll see you in a bit baby, I’m leaving now – 18:06

You could feel the hum of the bass as you approached the boy’s dorm. The apartment was crowded and the loud music which thumped in your chest was marginally drowned out by the indistinct chatter of the guests. Jin was at the breakfast bar announcing loudly what he was putting in a lethal sounding cocktail; deciding that was a good starting point you made your way over to get a drink. You smiled and waved at some of the familiar staff that greeted you back with warm smiles.

“Hey Y/N good to see you! Here have a Jin special” he passed you a plastic cup of a bluey purple liquid.

“Thanks, good to see you back, where’s Kook?” You took a hesitant sniff of the drink attempting to assess its potency.

“I think he’s playing Mario Kart with Jimin” You raised the cup and took a mouthful, you tilted your head and nodded minimally to yourself; after the burn of the vodka the Chambord and Blue Curacao taste wasn’t so bad. Heading past dashes of groups,

“Wah!” the unmistakeable wail of J-Hope dragged your attention to the centre of the room, a huddle of people surrounding a twister mat. From the looks of the small bundle on the floor V had just collapsed on J-Hope causing a burst of laughter. You contracted the infectious laughter and chuckled, still slowly slipping your way through your drink. Yoongi was observing the chaos seated on the sofa, his left leg tucked under himself while sipping wine. Obviously.

You continued breaking through flurries of people until you heard the high adorable laugh of Jimin to you left, you followed it to the TV area. The two youngest were as Jin said. They were sat shoulder to shoulder nudging each other eyes frozen in front of them, Namjoon was sat on the floor cross legged leaning up against the sofa arm with equal amount of concentration. The boys were too engrossed on their last lap to notice your presence. They looked so relaxed, a surge of warmth and comfort hit your insides at the sight. You made your way behind the sofa and launched your arms over Jungkook’s chest and squeezed, kissing the side of his face with sweetness. He carried on staring at the screen for a few seconds until he finished in 1st.

“Yes!” a triumphant expression smacked on his face as he jumped up clapped and then yanked you into a desperate embrace. You struggled to keep your drink upright as you nuzzled as tightly into his neck as you possible could; drowning yourself in his intoxicating scent.

“I missed you so much” squeezing you even tighter.

“I missed you too Kook, can we go on the balcony? I’ve missed the view” asking cutely as if butter wouldn’t melt.

“Of course baby” he kissed you, but the kiss was laced with that familiar sense of urgency despite his cool appearance; it seeped through his iris’s flooding his eyes. You gripped his hand and followed him onto the balcony. You walked to the further right point of the balcony where the window section was now wall giving you privacy. Placing your bag down onto the glass table as you passed it. You turned and lent against the metal barrier and smirked. You watched with amusement as his expression evolved now he was alone, it transitioned from happy and relaxed to pained and frustrated.

“You look so beautiful when your frustrated Kookie”

“Can I please take it out now I’ve been good for you” his eye grew doe-eyed, the bambi look you called it; there was a pleasant tug between your legs. His arms draped around your shoulders, hands tracing over your neck. His touch sparking heat where his fingers met your skin.

“Not until I say so, and I want you to touch yourself first” He pulled back looking into your eyes flashing wickedly at him.

“What?”

“You heard me bunny, don’t pretend like you haven’t wanted to since putting that in” you grabbed his behind pulling him back into you the throaty groan that escaped from him told you were right.

“But out here?” his eyes flitted around before landing back on you grinning teasing your bottom lip.

“Out here, just for me” you reiterated. The sheepish expression failed to leave his face, you stroked your finger under his chin and leaned within kissing distance

“Don’t worry about anyone else, I’ll use the safe word if someone comes out. You folded your arms, your left pinky finger replaced your lower lip teasing it with your teeth and waited for Jungkook to start. His hand hesitated but eventually slipped beneath the thick waistband of his knee length Puma shorts.

Within moments his eyes closed, his head tilted back with his jaw open slightly. The exhaled breaths perfumed with long relief. You thighs pressed together, your arousal transferring to your lacy underwear.

“Such a good boy, look at you touching yourself on the balcony. So filthy” his hands moved faster, Jungkook never noticed you take the small remote from your bag which was no cocooned in your palm pressed to your waist. You clicked it.

“Ah fuck” he cried as the vibration against his prostate snapped his eyes to you. You held up the remote your lips twisted up.

“Don’t stop bunny.” His hands vigorously continued pumping himself. “God you look so good, I’d even let you fuck me into the mattress with my hands behind my back, but you won’t will you because you’re too much of a slut for me aren’t you”

“My queen, I’m not going to last much longer, I need to cum” he panted out.

“Well I can’t have you cumming yet. Stop!” You clicked the off button. He obeyed instantly his mouth still agape.

“So quick to listen bunny I’m impressed” your hand swept some of his hair free from his moist forehead and planted a delicate kiss. Your hands travelled up your thigh catching his gaze, your fingers laced with your arousal

“You can have a taste, you’ve been a good boy” He greedily sucked at your fingers, his eyes holding yours with a seductive magnetism.

“How about we go inside now I’ve had plenty of the view” You walked past reclaimed your drink and bag and headed inside, leaving him to try and hide his problem. You went to the bathroom unbuckled the thin red belt round your waist, unzipped your navy knee length skirt, pulled off your white and navy stripped shirt. The mirror reflected back what was left, a red corset style lingerie set, sheer floral lace that flatters your bare skin, a triangular bust with a low rise open mesh back. The thong to match was low slung and left my hips exposed. The suspenders were clipped onto black stockings. After a few attempts you got the angle you were happy with and sent it.

-Photo.jpg – 19:37

-You are going to be the death of me – 19:38.

You redressed quickly after taking of the thong and went back to the main room. You wanted to see his face, you knew you were being probably a bit too much of a tease but you wanted to see if you could tease him to switch.

All the boys had come together and were sat across two sofas facing each other. J-Hope was stood up with a large whiteboard attempting to draw a picture for the others to guess, his cheeks were flushed red with intoxication. You scooted past Yoongi and Namjoon and took a seat on Jungkooks lap. You had to snatch up the pillow he’d placed there first. He shuffled uncomfortably but smiled at you that bunny smile regardless. His arm snaked round your waist, his fingertips more firmly planted as an outlet for his frustration.

“Hey Jungkook why you so quiet, do you not want to win anymore?” J-Hope said standing proud of his artwork as the others were frantically guessing around us.

“Yeah, c’mon Kook we’re ahead!” Yoongi scolded. You took a swig of your drink hiding the smirk that was growing upwards.

“Sorry, uh,…”

“Jurassic Park?” you cut in saving him from tumbling over his words.

“Woah! Yes good job!” J Hope said looking astounded. The others huffed and J-Hope sat back down.

“Yoongi you go draw for us this time” you suggested. When he left you didn’t take his seat and remained on Jungkook’s lap. You slid your underwear into his left hand. He shuffled again, he must be getting very uncomfortable now with his erection tucked and compressed away. He whined almost inaudibly.

“No whining, don’t make me use the remote” Anguish blanketed his face, your ground your ass into his tensed thigh

“You have no idea how wet you’ve made me bunny. You’re so good for me” your tone a whisper in his ear.

“Please stop teasing noona, It’s too much” he responded equally as quiet. You had one more idea and if he still didn’t cave you’b be sure to make him suffer until tears streamed from him eyes and he could hardly beg from pure exhaustion. Without saying a word you left and went to Jungkook’s room knowing he wouldn’t follow because that would be too obvious.

Licking your lips you went straight to his bed and made yourself comfortable turning lamps on making the room glow with ambience and once again stripping down to just your lingerie. You ghosted your hand down your body, over the swell of your breast, passed your navel in a delicate motion down to your throbbing bud.

“Aah” You exhaled, rolled your head back into the sheets, shocked at how wet you’d managed to tease yourself to. Every inch of your skin yearned for Jungkook’s attention and touch. Hopefully it wouldn’t be long as you clicked send on the video. You wasn’t going to wait for him either your body ached too much, impatient you got up and went to the chest of draws on your side of the bed near the door and slid open the third draw. Your eyes flurried, scanning over all the toys in front of you, picturing how each of them will make you feel sent your mind into overdrive.

The door clicked open, Jungkook’s face was flushed, and it swirled into a chimera of determination and wildness as his eyes followed to the contents of the draw. You halted all movement, looking up through innocent flutters of your eyelashes, mouth slightly agape; tongue guilty poking out from the corner of your lips.

“You’re not going to want any of that when I’ve fucked you” his words were rushed through a heavy breath, which you caught the end of as his lips met with yours with unbridled starvation. One of his hands pressed gently at your throat, his hips knocking into you forcing you back closing the draw of goodies.

“You’ve pushed me today sweetheart” his other hand aggressive with its grip round my wrist. He manipulated me around, my mid-section pressed roughly against the draw. A hand pulled my ass away from the draw, his foot kicked at my ankle spreading my legs. His shirt was on the ground within seconds, his fist tangled and pulling at hair within a couple more. His free hand travelled down your side, nails nipping into your skin the whole way. His palm followed he curve of your back and over your behind squeezing firm. You rewarded him a moan, your open mouth quickly took the shape of victory. His hand drifted down and felt you from behind.

“You’ve missed me as much as I have you haven’t you?” there was no trace of the sweet Jungkook with that voice and boy did it feed your arousal not to mention your ego. The fact you could rile him up enough to dominate was a challenge you gladly liked to accept sometimes when you needed it. He yanked at your hair again when you didn’t respond.

“Aah fuck, yes!” You curled your fingers atop the drawers where they were keeping you balanced. Your head dropped feeling his tip gliding through your folds before he stopped, hesitating. He leaned and reached for a draw to his right and fumbled with one hand and grabbed a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs. If your body was built of ice it would melt rapidly with the heat rising in your stomach, smiling to yourself like a sly fox as he captured your wrists behind your back. Pulling at the cuffs he more or less launched you onto the bed, you landed on your side with a shallow bounce.

“Ass up kitten, where’s the remote? I don’t want you having that now” you took a breath and realised he was still obeying you and hadn’t taken it out.

“On the side” you mumbled shifting yourself into position, your face half buried into the mattress. His shoulders dropped, happy with your response apparently. He dropped his clothes in such a rush you thought he’d fall. Climbing up behind you, your anticipation at boiling point.

Nothing.

You shuffled trying feebly to ascertain what the fuck he was playing it.

Pulsing vibrations diffused from your core, the power of your vibrating wand undeniable. You turned your head fully into the sheets camouflaging your cry as he alternated the power from off to on continuously.

“Is this what you wanted princess? Or do you want something else?” he already knew the answer.

“I… want you” you panted.

“Oh come on Y/N, that beg would not be good enough you, I’m sure as hell not going to let it be” he was right; and you’d underestimated how much you needed him and you was more than happy in your current state to beg for it.

“Kook… your queen needs your cock… so bad…I need you fucking me so hard…into this mattress… until I’m cumming so hard around your cock…please” your plea couldn’t sound anymore desperate if you tried. He turned off the wand for the final time and launched it on the floor.

“Fucking hell babe, I had no idea you could beg like that” not being able to restrain himself any longer after hearing you beg for him like that he slammed himself into you. The room was filled with both your cries of relief fully culminated. You loved when he came home from tour, the passion, the lust and the rush to just fuck each other. It’s like you both needed it before any of your normal relationship with each other could continue. Both being so needy it never lasted long but in the heat of it, it felt like hours. You were both breathing hot and heavy, you felt the moisture creep in a forming a layer where his hands clenched around your hips. Your shoulders felt the bleeding of ache seep in. Your muscles deep in your abdomen tightened, you were conscious of your cries becoming louder and buried your face again. Jungkook moans, almost rhythmic were slowly becoming deeper and sounded more like grunts. You almost wailed when Jungkook hand grabbed your hair again and pulled your face free from the sheets.

“I want to hear you when you cum” He didn’t have to wait long, your body refused to hold on to the tension anymore.

“Fuck…Jungk…” your body washed over with bliss, he carried on thrusting into you, unrelenting. Overwhelming your core with oversensitivity until his hips jerked into your behind, your walls clenching around him dragging every bit of cum from him. His grunt was so guttural and deep. Your breath had just about steadied when he rolled beside you un-clipping the metal links of the cuffs. You slumped your bottom half down before stretching some life back into your muscles. A weary satisfied smirk rested on your face.

“You cum so hard when you have something up your ass” he responded with an agreeing smile. “You did good bunny better than I ever expected” you rolled onto your front and rested your head on your hands.

“I did good?” he paused “You wound me up on purpose didn’t you? I was never really in control was I”

Your grin gave away everything. His head shook amused with half-hearted betrayal.

“But it was cute that you thought you were” you chuckled in a light breath. You patted his chest sarcastically and stretched and gave him a delicate, love filled kiss on his forehead.

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Born to Live (2/?)

„So, that’s your method? Threatening a woman to marry you?” He stood right before her, closing the last bit of her well built distance as he reached out to capture her chin between his cold fingers, forcing her to look him in the eye. „I always get what I want, Sakura…” To protect Timea, Haruno Sakura builds a strong army who manages to win every war that threatens her homeland. But when the powerful hokage Uchiha Sasuke becomes interested in Timea, Sakura’s life starts falling apart as she has to accept a forced mirage with the cold hokage.However, both shinobi find out that they share a shocking past they never could’ve begun to imagine… ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: “RAYO!”

Naruto was angry. More so, the blond jinchuuriki was furious while he rushed up to a brown haired ninja with purple eyes and tanned skin, his blue eyes full of fury. Without warning and uncharacteristically harsh, Naruto grabbed him by the collar and glared at him fiercely. “How often do we have to tell you not to teach the new recruits dark jutsu’s?! There’s a reason why they are forbidden, you forgot that?!” Rayo’s eyes narrowed in disapproval, not showing any kind of fear and seemed rather unimpressed by the blond ninja’s fury. “And just who do you think you are, Uzumaki?!”, he shouted at him. The new recruits looked more than uneasy about the sudden commotion, especially since Naruto, who was known for being a really friendly person, looked absolutely dangerous.

“You know the rules, Rayo. Dark jutsu’s are not to be taught to those who weren’t born with those abilities! That’s why they are called ‘forbidden’, dattebayo-” “Just how naive are you? We live in a world of war, that’s why we need black shinobis. You know that dark jutsus are the most effective ones and without them-”

“NO. For fuck’s sake, no!”, Naruto interrupted angrily. “I don’t give a shit how powerful these jutsus are, because unlike you, the others were not born with them!” Naruto was no fool. He was aware of the fact that black jutsus are more than powerful and undeniably helpful during every fight. However, teaching them was not an option because those who learn to practice them not only lose their hearts… -They lose their very souls. And no one would dare to allow that, that’s for sure.

“Besides, what gives you the right to think that you are obligated to boss anyone around?”, Rayo hissed smugly, the look in his eyes challenging. Really, Naruto hated that guy and cursed fate for making him so strong. Rayo -no matter how much of an asshole he was- was a real enrichment for every army, a real beast who no one could defeat in a fight. That was the reason why he loved rebelling so much for he knew that he was needed here. No one would just kick him out because it would be a loss for Timea. Unfortunately. “The leader gave that order, Rayo. So stop bitching and follow the goddamn rules!” “Tche. Well then, where is the all mighty leader? If he has his so called rules, he should stop hiding and get the fuck out of his shadows and speak up.” Naruto clenched his teach in fury, his eyes flashed in a deep, warning blue. “Okay, that’s it you motherfu-” “What the hell is going on here?!” Both ninjas turned to the side and saw Sakura, Tenten and Kiba approaching the scene, all three of them more than alarmed over the loud commotion. Sakura had already noticed how angry her blond best friend was and considering that Rayo was involved, she didn’t have to think too much about what had happened. “What do you think? That bastard wants to teach his psycho-jutsus again!” “Urgh, really Rayo? Again?”, Kiba just sighed and seemed to be really annoyed by him Sakura’s eyes narrowed and the alarmed kunoichi threw him a dark, disapproving look before she started talking to the brunet. “Dark jutsus are forbidden because of their negative effects on the human body and soul, Rayo. And I’m sure you know that.”, she reminded him and didn’t realize how provoked Rayo was by her strong, warning voice. “And who do you think you are?”, he hissed harshly, annoying the pinkette. “That doesn’t matter.”, she just brushed off, fighting her boiling temper. “Stop being insistent and train the new recruits like everyone else does.” Her voice was filled with seriousness, however, out of nowhere, Rayo started laughing. He laughed spitefully and mockingly at the same time and this time it was the green eyed Haruno who felt provoked by her comrade. “Says who? You?”, he smirked sarcastically. “Don’t act so high and mighty, Pinky. Just who do you think you are?” Sakura swallowed her heavy anger, turning her small hands into shaking fists. “Why they let you be a part of the army will never cease to amuse me, really. A little woman who can’t use nin-jutsu. What a joke...” His harsh words kicked her in the gut and Sakura’s green eyes twitched before she couldn’t control her anger and acted without thinking. Before Kiba and Naruto had a chance to punch him in the face, Sakura grabbed his collar and glared at him with menacing, warning eyes that were burning from anger. “Now listen good, you fucking son of a bitch. I was a part of the army long before your small ass and I won’t take insults from such a little bitch-” She stopped in her tracks and suddenly was quite. After a few seconds, her fingers loosened and let go of the brown haired ninja who was quite shocked by her sudden, angry outburst. Sakura took a deep, really deep breath before she started talking again. “Follow the rules like every other ninja… or leave.”, she hissed calmly. “Stop thinking the whole army relies on you. You probably forgot, but I was here long before you even knew about this army, so you should stop poisoning my time with your bullshit. This was the last time, Rayo, because next time you will be kicked out and you’ll end up as a clown or as the bitch off some rich guy who has a thing for guys like you. It’s your decision and don’t think you will be missed.” To stop herself from punching him, Sakura turned around to leave this place with a proud, confident face. She needed to find a save place in the forest and take out her anger… “Take this, asshole”, Naruto grinned proudly whereas Kiba nodded approvingly. “Don’t mess with Sakura.”, he just added and was really satisfied about her speech. Tenten would’ve really loved giving that bastard a piece of her mind, however, she knew that her hotheaded best friend needed her right know. That’s why she too turned around and followed her, knowing that this incident would prolong Sakura’s process until she would finally be ready to reveal herself as the leader of Timea. Dammit..! . . Sakura was angry, absolutely enraged. Did he deserve to be punched? Yap. Would it have been the right thing to do? Definitely. Would she have felt sorry? No, not before hell freezes to an ice palace for children. However, there was one thing that basically no one knew. She was the leader. And that meant she had to learn how to tame her temper and start acting like a responsible leader, even if people like Rayo made er insane. That’s how a responsible leader should behave, even if the army was ignorant to that fact. “Sakura!” Hearing Tenten’s voice, the kunoichi smiled immediately and felt better when the brunette put her hand on her shoulder. “Hey. Don’t listen to that idiot. We both know he has no idea what he’s talking about.”, she begun seriously while Sakura just looked… exhausted. “I know...”, the 22 year old sighed sadly, looking up to watch the clear blue sky. “But… Comments like those is what I’m afraid of so much, Tenten. As much of a bastard he is, what he said was the truth. If they find out that I’m the leader, they will not only refuse to respect or even accept me, they will surely laugh at me and-” “Rayo is an idiot and you know it. Just because his intelligence is clearly not evolved doesn’t mean that the whole army is that retarded.”, her friend calmly interrupted. “Stay strong, okay? Don’t let that Rayo get to you, that’s exactly what he wants.” That, Sakura knew but it didn’t ease her discomfort and nervousness. “Thank you, Tenten. For everything.”, she then smiled, holding her hands. “You don’t know how much I appreciate everything you do for me. As long as Ino, Naruto, Kiba, Kakashi Sensei, Rin Sensei and you stay with me… there won’t be anything I couldn’t handle.” Tenten really was something special. The 23 year old kunoichi came from a rich clan and lived with her cousin Kiba and her parents in a gigantic house. Starting as a little girl, the brunette found interest in weapons and fighting and she was allowed to be trained until she became an excellent shinobi. She was drawn to weapons, nin-jutsu and tai-jutsu and lived a seemingly perfect life that allowed her to practice that passion of hers. Her parents were distant people, a little cold and disinterested. But that didn’t really bother Tenten for she had her cousin Kiba who was adopted by her parents when he was a baby.

They weren’t related by blood but it never mattered to her. She always loved Kiba, no matter what happened. But Tenten hadn’t been aware of how poor Timea’s condition was. She never knew how cruel reality looked like behind the giant walls that covered their home until that day. The day that changed her and Kiba’s life forever… . . . That day started totally normal and Tenten kept herself busy by cleaning her weapons after her match with her 17 year old cousin when suddenly, out of nowhere, a loud explosion shook the very earth under their home. “What the hell..?!” She immediately rushed to the window and hated how her home was shielded by those godforsaken walls but when she saw the dark, thick smoke, Tenten’s eyes widened. And then the screams of terror followed. Without even wasting one single thought, Tenten took her ninja tools and ran out of her room to the lobby where she was aiming for the door. Kiba was already there, leaning against the wall beside the door while his arms were crossed over his chest while his sword was practically waiting beside him He shared her feelings and knew that it was only a matter of time until they would go out and help those people. “What the hell is going on there?!”, the young kunoichi shouted upset, her voice loud and demanding whereas she earned dry looks from her parents and butlers. “The village is being attacked by three criminals, Tenten-sama.”, one of the maids answered. “WHAT?”, she shrieked angered and shocked at the same time and then opened the door. “And why is everyone sitting here instead of helping to fight them?! The villagers are no fighters-” “Because it is none of our business.” Tenten stood still by those words, looking at her black haired father without finding any sympathy in his dark brown eyes. The 17 year old kunoichi was going to say something inexcusable but was interrupted by horrified screams. “PLEASE! HELP US!” “THEY ARE SLAUGHTERING US, PLEASE!” “HEEEEEEEEEELP!” “WHY don’t you let them enter at least?!”, she hissed at her parents. Not fighting the deadly trio was one thing, but denying those civilians safety was a new dimension of evil. Why didn’t her parents at least try to save them? “The attack doesn’t concern us, honey.”, her mother just replied. “We can’t take the risk and let those people-” “People, mother.”, Tenten underlined. “People, humans are just about to lose their lifes! And while they are being slaughtered, you guys decide to just sit here and do nothing?!” Seeing her strong and burning eyes, Kiba just closed his eyes and smirked proudly. “Watch your tongue, young lady!”, her father warned loudly. “’Watch my tongue’..?” Tenten couldn’t believe her ears, her face was grimacing from all those disgusted feelings she now harbored for her so called parents. “My tongue couldn’t even begin to explain my resentment for you. You all disgust me.”, she barked disappointed and turned around to leave her home. “Kiba?” She looked at her cousin who had just quietly watched the scene before him. Kiba was an adopted son who might lost his real parents, but was able to find a new family. He was thankful for being a part of this family and even though he loved his adoptive parents, he shared Tenten’s opinion. She was his dearest friend and his sister. Nothing in this world would keep him away from her, no matter what. “Are you coming?” A grin touched his lips when she asked him that. “I was just waiting for you, dear cousin.” “If you dare leave this place, you don’t need to return.”, their father snarled. The brunette turned around to look at their parents, her eyes disappointed and bitter. However, she made her decision and knew she wouldn’t regret it. “Farewell, Mother and Father...” . . . Kiba and Tenten showed no fear when they fought the attackers who were indeed very powerful, but no match for the two ninjas. It was this moment that made them realize how rotten Timea was, how dangerous it became to live here as a normal civilian. How was that even possible? Why could it be that no politics, no rules and no leaders were part of this land? Tenten and Kiba had enough and decided to fight for their homeland, fearing that one day Timea will be doomed by it’s own incapability of being strong. It was Kiba who had met Naruto while he was buying something to eat. The fox ninja seemed to be really nice and started talking about Sakura’s and his plan and never realized how curious Kiba became who shared his idea of an ideal homeland. They formed their own group and started taking missions to protect Timea and stop smaller attacks. Kiba was a man who held contact to many people and after a few weeks, he heard of the copy ninja Hatake Kakashi and started looking for him. The jounin was known and feared for this strength and due to the fact that he stopped being a sensei to others, they hoped he would want to join them. Their plan had worked. The silver haired jounin was fascinated by the idea of an own army for he had been part of the first one leaded by Sakura’s parents many years ago. Exciting nostalgia took over him as Rin and him decided to try again and it was more than convenient that they both held contact with many shinobi from back then who would still want to fight. A knock-on effect took it’s course and within a few years, Timea’s army was formed almost too fast… . . .

“Sakura, Tenten, what are you two doing here?” A relaxed, masked ninja approached the two girls, holding his beloved book in his left hand. “Kakashi Sensei.”, they acknowledged, smiling about the ninja. “Didn’t you want to teach nin-jutsu to group C?” “Indeed, Sakura. I showed them the basics. Mastering them however is something they have to do their selves.” “Oh, come on. You just wanted to read those porn books of yours, Sensei.”, Tenten just said knowingly. Kakashi’s eyes turned into little half moons, the only clue that he smiled coyly under his mask about the brunettes little remark. “You call it porn, I call it exclusive literature for adults, my beloved student.”, he just said. “Something children like you two can’t understand, Tenten.” Both kunoichis shook their head and laughed about his laid back personality only people close to him were allowed to see. “However, I couldn’t help but taking notice your… conversation.”, the jounin mentioned, who put his book into his pocked to talk to them. “You know how I think about this, Sakura. Be proud of yourself and keep your promise not for us, but for yourself. It doesn’t have to happen tomorrow but you shouldn’t let Rayo influence your decision.” The jounin sounded assuring, as if he just… knew what she was feeling. “Rayo’s hostility sure is complicate to deal with but this his how life works. There will be people like him who will try to break you, but I wouldn’t generalize his behavior. There isn’t a single human being who is loved by everyone and trust me, I know what I’m talking about. The only important thing is how you deal with that.” Tenten was impressed by his wise words and nodded approvingly. “That’s right. Look at Kakashi Sensei, Sakura. His bored, relaxed ass doesn’t give a damn about what others think about him and he’s more than happy.”, she smiled and petted his head, praising him for this character trait. “Hm… I guess I should just take the compliment.” The jounin said everything he wanted and took the Icha Icha paradise from his bag, waved his hand and left the two kunoichis again, needing time to read this interesting novel. “Really, I love this guy.”, Tenten laughed whereas Sakura smiled softy at the leaving ninja. “Yeah.”, she agreed. “Me too...” . . . ……………………………………….………………………………………………….. In his big throne room, Uchiha Sasuke stood by the round window and looked at the image of Konoha-gakure which was known for being strong and wealthy with a hokage who would make sure it would stay this way. The hokage had raven black hair and onyx eyes that seemed blank and cold, giving no access to anyone who would try to look at his soul. Sasuke was a reckless, cold person who became the hokage four years ago. His parents died too early and the Uchiha, who was trained since he was a kid, took their place and promised to always protect Konoha at any cost. The 23 year old was a natural leader who didn’t only keep political stability, but also won every single war. Konoha never lost a fight. Never. He made sure of that. His army only consisted of the best of the best, only shinobi with excellent abilities were able to be a part of it. Him included. “Sasuke-sama.” The hokage blinked as he heard the voice of one of his best shinobi, Hyuuga Neji. Neji was an exceptional ninja, a genius who was dependable and an enrichment for his army and one of the few people Sasuke really respected. His hair was dark brown, a real contrast to his pale eyes which were a great weapon for the Hyuuga. Like Sasuke, Neji was more of a calm, collected person which probably was the reason why they got along in the first place. “The mission was a success.”, Neji informed him with a calm voice. “Good.”, Sasuke answered simply. “Tell me exactly what happened.” Neji nodded and folded his arms as he started talking about Timea-gakure. “Timea won another battle.”, he begun whereas Sasukes raised his eyebrows at him. “Timea you say?”, he asked. “Are you sure? Just a few yeas ago, this land was nothing but a pathetic mess and just about to be occupied completely. They didn’t even have an army, much less a leader, so how did they manage to beat Oto-gakure?” Of course, Sasuke had heard the rumors about Timea’s growing power, however, he just considered them as what they were. Simple rumors.

But when he heard about the upcoming battle between Oto-gakure and Timea, he couldn’t keep his ignorance and sent Neji and Shisui to gain information. And indeed, the rumors were true. Timea won. “As it seems, the leader of Timea isn’t just a powerful, capable ninja, he also built the army and trains the recruits. The villagers have hope, the entire land seems to be full of life again.” Sasuke nodded understandingly, sitting on this throne as he thought about this for a few seconds. “You don’t say.”, he replied dryly. “And what might be the name of that great leader?” It’s almost impossible to believe a man could be this strong… “Unfortunately, we weren’t able to find him.”, Neji admitted shamefully whereas Sasuke looked indignant. “It seems like not even the recruits know the true identity of him. His face is a secret to everyone and he only acts from the shadows and refuses to expose himself.” Hearing this information, Sasuke’s eyes narrowed in disapproval. He refused to show himself? Was he too proud? Or was he just being a coward? “What a modest man, really.”, he commented dryly. “Who would have thought that such a pathetic village like Timea would become so powerful?” Really interesting, Sasuke thought. Neji eyed the Uchiha, tried to read him and had an idea what the hokage was up to. “What do you want to do, Sasuke-sama?” The black haired ninja was thinking about something, his dark eyes calculating as Neji waited for bis answer. Suddenly, the corner of his moth twitched and Sasuke smirked darkly. “I think we should put an end to Timea’s great history.”, he finally spoke. “Their land is powerful enough to be occupied by us, don’t you think?” Sasuke sounded sarcastic and cold as he spoke, showing no sympathy at all. “It’s about time to expand Konoha and our army, Neji.” Sasuke’s smirk widened devilishly and Neji knew exactly what kind of plan Sasuke had in mind… . . . ………………………………………...………………………..……….. “Hey Rayo.” The brown haired ninja was leaning against a tree as two jounins came to him. “Zoe. Takuya.”, he greeted plainly, not giving them too much attention. “Dude, we need to help the new recruits. Come on, everyone’s waiting for you.” Takuya was a little annoyed by his indifference, but still didn’t want to start another fight. “Takuya’s right, Rayo. Come on, two days passed since your argument with Sakura and Naruto, get over it and stop pouting.” Rayo’s purple eyes narrowed when he heard the names of the people he hated most. “Speaking of, what exactly happened? Why do you always have to provoke fights? We know you’re not quite happy with this army, but we still share one dream. Just what’s wrong with you?”, Zoe asked worriedly without trying to anger him. “This army is a fucking joke.”, Rayo then spitted. “There’s absolutely no structure here. The oh so great leader doesn’t do shit and because he’s not around, some maggots think they have the right to boss me around.” His fists were shaking in fury when he remembered the look on their smug faces. “Our dream was to empower our home, wasn’t it? But nothing has changed at all. We’re still small and weak and the leader does nothing to help Timea getting bigger!” “Rayo, to make our village bigger, we’d have to attack others, do you realize that?”, Zoe reminded him, sounding a little alarmed. “She’s right, you know. We all wanted Timea to be strong again, to keep it alive and safe so we can live a peaceful life. We are safe and happy, isn’t that enough?” “No, it’s not!”, Rayo barked aggressively. “No one understands that we are still considered as weak. Timea is still weak inside and yes, we should be more offensive and attack the others to gain power! Every other village does that. Just look at Hermos and Konoha! You don’t see them acting like little bitches without any guts in the first place!”, he spat angrily whereas Takuya and Zoe sighed heavily. “And that fucking leader is the biggest joke! Why do we even have to follow orders from a man who doesn’t find it necessary to come out! Does he think he’s too good for us?!” That was the only logical reason to Rayo. “I see, you need more time to calm down...”, Zoe said a little overwhelmed. “We’ll see you later. You know where you can find us.” Rayo refused to look at them and didn’t say anything when they left, thinking about his annoying situation. All this fuss about this damn leader was angering him to no end. It just didn’t make any sense that he never showed his face and Rayo had the feeling that there must’ve been a reason for it. Something was… off. It was a secret that he would find out eventually. He was done being patient and would to anything to reveal that guy’s true identity… . . . ….……..……..…..…..……..….…....……..…..….…….……………….

“Hello Mama. Hey Papa.” On a lonely flower field before two round, self made grave stones, a young kunoichi greeted her parents. Her parents whom she had to bury herself in the age of 10. A calm, sad smile touched her lips after she had cleaned their graves and decorated the place with pink and white flowers, feeling somehow peaceful when she was finished. “I hope you didn’t miss me too much.”, she apologized quietly. “I was really busy because we needed to train for a battle. And guess what- We won!” And then she started talking about everything that happened in those last, stressful weeks even though she wasn’t sure if her parents were able to actually hear her. “My tai-jutsu is near perfect and it’s really helpful I created my own style. I’m… My team makes me really happy and I love how Timea turned out after so many horrible years. We build cottages and market places and I really feel like your dream finally came true.” The smile on her lips became even more honest. “Soon, you will be proud of Timea, Mama and Papa.” One single tear dropped to the ground, but Sakura took a deep breath and hold more them back. She missed her parents so horribly much and yearned for their hugs and love, it really hurt her. Her heart clenched and her lips shook while she thought about her fathers big, silly grin and her mothers calm and beautiful smile but still, she felt home like this. To her, her parents were the most beautiful persons in the world who always made her laugh and showered her with love, so much, that it still reached her even after their deaths. If only she had been as strong as she was now. If only her parents hadn’t been so exhausted… No. No, she couldn’t let herself be consumed by those what-if scenarios for they were neither helpful nor healthy. Her parents died by protecting their homeland and daughter and Sakura was proud of them, she was thankful for everything they did. She accepted it because otherwise, she would turn into a mad mess. “I love you so much...”, she whispered against the soft breeze that dried her tears like her mother had years ago. “And I promise you… I will protect Timea and honor your efforts, not matter what it takes.” Her voice was steady again, full of confidence and strength for she knew that tears would never help her. Timea and her team needed her. That’s all that counted for Sakura… . . “Sakura?” The leader of Timea immediately smiled and softly touched the grave stones before she turned around and crossed her arms with Naruto’s who was waiting for her. “We should go before sun sets, dattebayo…” “Yeah. You’re right.” With a calm, content smile the two best friends walked together without speaking a single word. That’s how they dealt with everything after they visited their parent’s graves. But no matter how sad and helpless they might felt, Sakura and Naruto had found each other and even more comrades who made them more than happy. They lost their parents but fate gifted them with a new family. And that was more than enough. . . . When they arrived at their resting place, Naruto and Sakura blinked a little confused. It was dark already but not only were they able to see the unreadable faces of 30 shinobi who stood behind Ino, Kiba, Tenten and Kakashi Sensei, the whole atmosphere seemed… dark. Much darker than the sky right now. They were quite. Too quite. No one spoke a single word but what Sakura realized was how… troubled they looked. Yeah, every single one of them looked troubled, unsure, almost… Devastated. As if something horrible happened. “Uh… guys, what happened..?”, Sakura carefully asked who already felt a heavy, disgusting push against her gut. Sakura’s heartbeat quickened, her breathing hitched and cold sweat covered her pale face even though she didn’t exactly know what had happened. “You all look like the world is gonna end, dattebayo...”, Naruto added nervously laughing, sharing a sorrowful look with the pinkette. It was Kakashi who took the first steps and approached the duo before he handed Sakura a scroll which had been opened before. And still, no one spoke a single word. A needle could’ve dropped and literally everyone would’ve been able to hear it… However, Sakura swallowed the thick lump in her dry throat and opened the heavy scroll and started reading immediately… She read and read and read, repeated hat act for at least fifty times before it hit her. No, it literally punched Sakura who felt an explosion banging inside her body after she realized the words she just took in. Her eyes widened in shock, absolute terror darkened her pale face and for a moment the leader thought she would collapse. Shock, disbelief, devastation, desperation, fear, anger- So many emotions raged inside her even though she tried to fight it. Because this couldn’t be true. No. It must be an illusion, a gen-jutsu, a sick, disgusting joke- No. No… NO! Everything, EVERYTHING but THIS! Her paralyzed eyes met Kakashi’s who didn’t look as relaxed as he usually did. This horrible massage shocked even the great copy ninja who had never felt so stressed before because this massage would change everything. Sakura’s shock stuck so deep that she could not form the right words. She just couldn’t, it felt like her body was frozen without having the ability to get free from that sudden shock. It was Yamanaka Ino who broke the heavy, sickening silence and found the only words to officially explain what horrible incident happened that would silence them all. . . . “Konoha-gakure declared war on Timea.” . . .

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Well helloooo! I’m sorry, this fanfic is not that spectacular right now but I promise, you won’t be disappointed :D It’s still so weird to start over, ya know. I mean, I already published 76 chapters and saw my characters developing and doing things without asking for my permission lol However, be prepared. I will only take six more chapters until Sasuke and Sakura meet. And guys, don’t forget. Sasuke and basically everyone is OOC in this fanfic but I have the feeling that you’re gonna like it ;D Thanks for your support <3

Fifi-Uchiha PS: Little tip. Why do you think did I call this fanfiction ‘born to live’? There is a reason and if you find the answer out, you’ll probably know what’s going to happen hehe

#sasusaku #sasusaku fanfic #born to live 2 #naruto

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aleatoryalarmalligator · 6 years

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life and stuff

I will probably post another section of my life story pretty soon, but right now I just feel this incredible need to get stuff off my chest – and of course tumblr will be the recipient of this.

Good god my life has been changing fast. Living in the city is turning out to be a lot different than what it's like to live in rural Idaho. I have to say that for the most part I am not a very social person. But I am being forced into so many social situations every single day that I think it's changing who I am as a person in some ways, be it my job itself with customers, my coworkers, my friendships, dealing internally with having a crush on someone, and just all these street interactions riding the bus to and from everyday. I have to handle my problems a lot differently. Because it isn't just the proximity of situations pertaining to other people that I deal with in Portland, it's the type of interactions themselves that really challenge me.

In Idaho for instance, the culture is a lot different. People are the same everywhere when it comes to social orders and hierarchies, but Idaho is a very passive aggressive state of people. People tend to be redneck and smug about it for sure, but it's not something they really want to express vocally to anyone other than each other when they know they are in total agreement. The clicks there are very transparent and they generally fear things they aren't used to. You don't have to be a redneck to experience this passive way of living. You can even be very extroverted and hold back a lot simply due to your cultural upbringing. I think living in places like eastern Washington and Oregon, or Idaho and Montana and the Dakotas where there is a lot of empty space and time changes the internal landscape of a person's mind. It affects how people view one another. The way people rely upon one another in rural divided places is different. I am sure someone smarter than me could explain it in a tedtalk because to be honest I am not entirely sure I can articulate this difference in a way that I feel is adequate, but there is something very sociologically different about how you coexist with people. And for someone like me, being quiet and withdrawn was an option there in a way it isn't here.

In the city, things tend to work together and you have to, in unspoken ways – sort of operate with everything around you and when you aren't used to it, it's a lot of work. And there are so many strange looking people, and beautiful people, and so many homeless people and upper middle class rich families – that unless you are really looking out there – nobody sticks out – even the true weirdos and beautiful men and women are sort of not seen in the sea of others – even if they have the coolest hair or the coolest nose piercing on the planet or the best fucking hat or shoes – you just forget because so many people are looking just as swell – there are so many humans with beautiful faces you become numb and for me – it almost takes a certain bit of meaning in standing out.

Anyway, I get approached everyday on buses or by people wanting money or to sell me something. There is just a lot of everything going on. And though a lot of it is chaotic and sad and desperate, I think that most of it is good when I take in the bigger picture of my surroundings. I think collectively, Portland is a better place than a lot of other places out there – a lot of people really care about building a better world out here. Portland does have a serious homelessness issue and it's driving me crazy on my travels. There shouldn't be streets that are paved on either side with tents of homeless people. I realize that solving this issue is not a one man job, it involves preventative measures as well as effective programs that need fine tuning – and that it takes years – and there might be a huge influx of homeless people from other cities on the coast that flock to Portland – for that I am not really sure – but I know as I walk down the road that it is fundamentally wrong for even the worst or useless of people to have to sleep in these filthy conditions. We can be better than this. It shocks me more than it does people who have always lived out here because in Idaho we had a few people who held signs – but they didn't sleep outside. There was enough room in the systems for homeless people to go to the shelters at night,and there couldn't have been more than five of them.

Not that Idaho was great. It's a terrible state when it comes to offering help to anyone. It's very cheap to live in in some ways, but you pay a huge price. Also a lot of homeless people I suspect probably get thrown in prison, so just because I wasn't seeing the devastating affects of poverty and addiction – it doesn't mean that it wasn't locked away somewhere else where I didn't see it.

Anyway, people I have gotten to know a little bit out here in Portland think I am pretty gullible, shy, awkward, fearful, inexperienced and so forth – which they are probably right on most counts, but they don't know what I was like in Idaho – they don't realize how much development and progress I have made socially – and this is coming from my own mouth, and I rarely ever acknowledge my own meager improvements. I have to say that I have improved a lot since I came here – I have to actually admit that I feel like I am evolving. But since I don't have a lot of experience dating or drinking and I still am behind on how a lot of things work (I just learned today that you can get your keys copied for extremely cheap at hardware stores – I thought it costed like twenty to thirty dollars per key and you had to wait for a week for some reason), I think it at first kind of annoyed my coworkers as they saw me as being kind of weak and my vulnerability bothered people. Sarah was laughing at me one night at the bar concerning my naive questions about things everyone else knows once and called me Reneeby (like Renee and baby mixed), and it seems to have sort of stuck.

I get frustrated, not because I think being naive is really such a bad thing, but I can't honestly decipher if I am weak or not. I mean, I see myself as a quietly industrious little soldier of perseverance against abject disappointment and absurdity but in some formats it doesn't really seem to show. Is strength even something that can be fully measured even? Is it even worth my time worrying if I am a weak person or not? Probably not

Anyway, getting on at work is a process. I think eventually everyone will get me and like me pretty well. It has always taken time for people to get to know me, with the exception of Ava and Josh, which for some reason they latched onto me without many issues (and where are they now?). But everyone else has taken time – and in any case it's just work so it might not even matter all that much in the long run – these people are not my world after all. It doesn't help that I was hired on very ill equipped to handle myself in a social job setting. I was hired at the mercy of my friend Sarah's behest to our boss. Sarah is such a good worker that people will listen to her recommendations. I was a shoe in, like every job I have ever had. If it had been a normal employer – I don't think I would have ever been hired onto this kind of job because I fail even the most basic job interviews terribly most of the time. But having been given this opportunity has really really expanded things for me – I have been able to develop with this job. I know it's silly, but just greeting people at the door, and taking them to their tables, getting them water and to-go boxes and grabbing high chairs for them and saying goodbye is more social interacting than I have ever had in my entire life – save about a year or two of high school – though that was probably more dysfunctional than functional.

And because I am working in the food industry I never want to eat anymore. For some people it's the opposite, but for me it ruins food for me to have to scrape large wasted portions off of plates all day – aware of the inescapable and slightly gross process of continuous eating and digesting needed to keep our bodies mobile – watching people smack down on it as they chitchat at their tables, watching the cooks slave angrily over each plate in the kitchen – it loses it's romanticism for me. And I have been rushing around, dieting, walking long distances – sometimes well more than five miles, and in the last two months I have dropped thirty pounds. I was getting rather heavy – and I still am heavy. But that is a lot of weight to drop – I feel like I look more feminine, and for me personally, it has been extremely beneficial. Some people really hold themselves well when they are heavy. I don't like it personally. This is all the beginning of even bigger changes – as I don't think I am going to stop losing weight or becoming more socially skilled over time. And I am here in this city and it's hard to live an extremely introverted life without a lot of money in the city.

And speaking of money, I got my money ripped out of my hands two days ago when I was giving some homeless guy some money on the street. Him and his buddies were part of a group and basically as soon as they got me to pull out a handful of dollars they ran off with it. Fortunately it was only twenty or so dollars in ones – which I definitely needed to ride the bus but I guess it's gone now. It was kind of disorienting because Comicon was happening all around me so there were a bunch of Naruto cosplay people and super heroes and video game characters walking around. Then I fell walking down MLK Boulevard and messed up my pinky – and my pants fell down momentarily – it was embarrassing. On the way home I lost my house keys to my new place. I was called in to come in and work, which I happily complied to – though I looked like Frank at the end of The Rocky Horror Picture Show due to the rain. I have had a few bad days like this where nothing goes right. I am still definitely trying to find my footing here where I am staying now. My roommates don't know me or see me very often and I have to admit that the last few nights I have been here, I have been a bit fearful. I generally try not to use anything in the kitchen or bathrooms, even though I am technically paying for the right to use them.

My room is lovely and expensive. I mean, it is around 625 a month plus utilities. So most of my money goes completely towards renting this room. I've never had to pay such a large portion of my paycheck to pay for rent. But it's perfect – and I will have to find new ways to make more money. It's in a big older home in NE Portland, just like I always imagined living. I look out and I see the lush rainy natural artsy Portlandly world outside. I grew up in an Edwardian home built in the late 1800's and to me there is something really deep seated in me when it comes to the drafty odd space of old houses, particularly ones where I can look out the windows. And the room is big. I will be able to fit all my stuff comfortably in here. It's going to be rough making ends meet, but I will make it happen. Honestly, it is a blessing compared to what I have had to deal with in the past, making this work is worth the expense.

I make less than the amount needed to be on the state's healthcare plan, and possibly I apply for a food card. I am not going to lie. I really need these things, particularly the healthcare. I've needed therapy in a very serious way for a long long time and it's always been out of reach. When I had my factory job, my insurance gave me five sessions covered- the rest would come out of pocket which is crazy expensive. I felt that wasn't adequate. After five sessions I might actually start to open up a little bit and then it would be over. So I never started therapy in Idaho.

Then there is the fact that I have asthma and chronic allergies. It's effecting my breathing and I have a cough that never goes away. I want to have that looked into. And this isn't covered through insurance, but with my PCOS, they recently have been coming up with formulas for dealing with some of the symptoms that I might be able to afford – and I should definitely be taking these supplements that will help with that as soon as I can afford it. Plus I want to start going to a gym with a pool because I really miss swimming.

Eventually, down the line when people leave the job and do other things, there will come a time when I will be trained on as a server and when that happens I could come home with over 200 dollars in tips per night. That is how much Sarah makes as a server. A lot of the servers here hate their jobs, and I sort of get how Sarah has so many expenses that she eats through that money and I realize the place is kind of one of those crummy poorly managed establishments that customers flock to and the workers aren't given a lot of credit for their input. And money isn't everything – but if you have ever been poor you have to acknowledge that money does buy some happiness – fuck the standard that it doesn't. I know it does. But I look at that kind of money and I am a bit baffled that these people are so unhappy. Do they not realize that averaging out fifty to sixty dollars an hour is fantastic? Like, I know people who had to work minimum wage jobs everyday for weeks on end because they knew their boss would just call them in on their day off, and they had to pretty much not have a social life or ever see their children grow because they always had to work. If you work 25 hours and make that kind of money, you have plenty of time to hone your personal skills or pursue your real interests. I don't know why they are so miserable.

Right now, my goal is to write a novel. I have about 30% of the concept of it in my mind. The rest of it is being hashed out in the active production line of my subconscious right now. Like I can hear the gears tinkering. I don't yet have the plot down, or how it's going to get started or end quite. I will jump into it when I feel ready. But despite the fact I haven't actually started writing it yet, it's basically my thing that I feel very real and alive inside of me. I am not settled yet and I don't have the routine needed to anticipate my writing streaks. I like living randomly, but honestly when it comes to doing creative stuff, I have to get myself into some kind of place where I can psychologically anticipate inspiration at the correct times so that I don't get inspired half way between my bus trip to my job and job and then come home feeling burned out and having forgotten half of what I wanted to say. You have to store feelings and inspiration for the right times. A soon as I have this all sorted and I finish up with my life story – which I have written on and it looks like I will start posting that tomorrow night - I will get onto this novel. I won't be posting it on tumblr though – as I have been pretty public about my life in that way. This is something that hopefully someday can be published and properly bought and sold. Hopefully. People don't read like they used to which is terrifying. But writers are more needed then ever to make sense of this crazy new world we live in. It's strange and more than slightly unfair.

Anyway, lastly, I have had to do a lot of thinking about this person I am really romantically interested in. For about three weeks I grew so infatuated with him I felt like I was in high school and I just wanted to stare at him from across the hall or something. And honest to god, I do like this guy, a lot. It's not love, I don't know him that well. He's legitimately a wonderful person – and I've said it before but it baffles me how people aren't really recognizing this. I think he has a beautiful and caring soul. I feel lucky to know him at all. I am not giving up on knowing him better – and I really hope and probably subconsciously make plans on making that happen, but viewing the organic circumstances that involve getting close to people as some kind of project is weird. And I know that I can become really consumed by other people – not just romantic interests – friends, brothers, sisters and so forth. So I had to stop myself and realize that I was starting to do something really unhealthy that I have done in the past – and that was pin my self worth on someone else's ability or inability to recognize my worth as an individual. And I had to put hold on myself.

Of course I still really like this guy, but if I start liking him in a weird insecure way it's not going to make for a healthy friendship, or a friendship at all for that matter. I need to realize he is approachable and human and so forth. Secondly, it's probably not good for my writing. Whatever happens, my writing comes first. If I lose my friends and my health and all my hope I still have to be a writer and take care of my mental framework in such a way to where I can proceed. I have to see it this way if I want to write. It's pretty simple. Third, I can't afford to fall apart anymore in the same way I have in the past. I am away from my family now – as dysfunctional as they are I could always guarantee they would feed me. I am not around them anymore and I am headed towards thirty. I have to make my own way in the world. If I fall apart and quit working, there goes my ability to pay my bills. There goes my long term goal of making quick money. I can't be crying my eyes out because some boy doesn't like me back. It's an absurdly cruel world at times and I am going to have to figure out ways to stay afloat.

But to back up, I still really like him. I want to feel comfortable and know him well enough to just fall madly in love with him. As soon as I met him and had him pretty much figured out, I felt something really unique and beautiful about him. He reminds me of an ocean at sunrise, or something very simple and meaningful and good that you don't have to articulate that is universally good in any culture without any needed subtext or explanation. He's very smart and aware and consistent but also very simple in certain ways that take me outside of my own headspace. I am such a busy person. My normal thought process is a bit like controlled car wrecks constantly choreographed – everything is blood and death and extremes. My ideas and everything become very complex – and I am not trying to say this is a bad thing exactly. People think I am overly emotional and theatrical (to those who know me) because I generally make myself feel things all at once but it's all generally a good thing – it just makes me seem stressed out or stressful if you know me very well. Somehow this stressful part is all in line with logically feeling out the correct answer. It's not as crazy as it seems. I just have to map out the whole city rather than go through too much guess work.

I guess I just gravitate towards him because he seems very gentle and collected and caring. He is the opposite of a lot of the destructive people in my life. I trust him at least more than I trust most people. I think he's a rare person and very worth my knowing. I kind of understand the armor he wears in order to hide being that way. If he is unhappy or insecure, it doesn't manifest itself in the same way that I most always seen young guys manifest their insecurities. He doesn't get defensive or mad or belligerent. I realize that between him and I it might be kind of hard to make a friendship happen. We don't have that many shared interests. We are both very shy. It's going to take a lot of one sided work on my part at first. And I am going to have to be kind to myself when I start talking to him more, because I can't really make him like me, and it's not even the point – that's so high school. I mean, definitely I want to be loved back or whathaveyou but it's not why I want to know him. I would be saddened to have never gotten to know him or tried. It's also going to take some opportunities that aren't currently there right now. He and I are both very busy when we work. I think I am getting to where I am comfortable with him more and he is getting more comfortable with me. It's just something that is going to take some time.

But for right now, I need to focus on myself. I am not comfortable saying this, but if I lost him because I had to do what was right for me, I would just have to let him go. It would make me extremely sad. But I would deal with it. I've never made that decision before either honestly. I didn't think you could really love someone if you didn't put them first. I'd like to think I won't be repeating past mistakes.

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digimonadventuretimelines · 4 years

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[02 - Natsu’s Secret And Daichi’s Fate]

They kept running with the forcefield still around them, repelling every strange thunder-made dart or needle trying to hit the boy and the digi-lady. Natsu’s fears had become real, she couldn’t fight and now she’s with a human child with her. Mind you, the problem is NOT Daichi being a kid but him having no digivice and a partner to fight back.

He’s definitely making things worse and now he felt it. He should’ve called his mother instead to had convinced Natsu to let him help find Daisuke.

“Na-Natsu what should we do…?!” the boy asked her, despite her asking him to stay quiet.

“I can’t evolve… I can’t fight…” she answered “But we can… Try to find Taichi!”

“W-wait, why would the ambassador Yagami be here in the middle of a forest?!”

“He’s not but I think I can open a gate-- !!”

A silhouette passed by them as full speed and stopped in front of them.

“TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAITOR!!”

It had the appearance of a humanoid digimon with a black wolf motif. Silver long hair, red eyes… a black armor with some details inspired in Lighdramon’s armor, but with a replacement of the yellow and red details with silver and indigo, respectively.

Daichi hid behind Natsu, who kept the pinky bubble shield protecting them. She knew, he was following her moves. Possibly came after her but…

… Daichi felt something strange. That digimon in front of him had a strange familiar aura.

“So you’re here, traitor…” the wolf-like digimon said “And brought a human child with you, knowing this place belongs to us and those weaklings came to enslave our kind…!”

“The Chosen Children, including the Twelve are not our enemy, Lupinmon!” she argued with him, “You’re wrong about them, they’re our friends! Our… Family!”

“I expected you to not bring those weaklings back to our world again! This is not what Yggdrasil would want!”

“Yggdrasil tried to hurt us all! She tried to dominate the human world, and she took one of the Original Five’s life!”

“Dare YOU to say Yggdrasil’s wrong!? You decided to side with the humans, you HAS a human form right now!!”

“D-don’t say that! Humans are not purely evil, and you… You once liked them too! You fought to protect them!”

“ENOUGH!” Lupinmon roared “You’re going to be destroyed here, you and this weakling kid!”

Daichi gasped, but Natsu grabbed him, holding him in her arms and ran to another direction fast as she could. Lupinmon growled and went after them again, the gems in his armor now turning red…

“Scarlet…--”

but a mysterious flash clashed with him. Daichi looked again and saw a small digimon, a V-mon, using a light blade coming from one of those bracelets the dragon had to block Lupinmon’s electric claw blades.

“You… Again!!”

“Heh. You hadn’t stopped doing a fuss, ol’ man…” the V-mon used all of his strength to knock Lupinmon down. Then he pointed the blade to the opponent “Stay away from the humans, not like I care about them, just it’s unfair to attack a lady with a kid!”

“She’s a digimon!”

“Oh? I don’t care.”

Natsu stopped, she and Daichi watched the scene. Natsu mistook the strange V-mon with Daisuke’s partner for a second, but then realized it wasn’t him. It didn’t smell like a familiar V-mon. However, Daichi felt things went too strange. He took the opportunity to walk there when Natsu had put him on the ground, and she definitely let a high pitched noise come from her mouth when she saw Daichi disobeying her.

“D-Daichan, no!!”

“Hey kid, don--” the child level digimon began but Lupinmon threw a lightning blade at Daichi; the brave V-mon shoved him out of the range, dodging later by ducking next to the kid.

“Wha-what are you doing?!” Natsu yelled and threw a punch at Lupinmon, who hadn’t seen her coming. She stood in front the other two and growled “He’s a kid! YOU MONSTER!”

“Monster or not, he shouldn’t be here!!” Lupinmon yelled “He’s NOT welcomed here!!”

“Hey kid” the blue digimon poked Daichi “You gotta run, we will solve this here and now--”

“Wait!” Daichi shouted, getting everyone’s attention. He got up and stood in front Lupinmon “You’re the one chasing us, right…? You’re… trying to hurt me because I’m human? But I hadn’t done anything against you!”

“Shut up-- Kh!!”

Lupinmon’s electric blades disappeared for an instance. He walked away, trembling and muttering some strange words… But then…

“D-Dai… chi…!”

That word-- No, that NAME was what hit Daichi directly. The kid was in shock, how could that monster know his name if… If Natsu kept calling him by ‘Daichan’ which is how her called him since his birth?!

No… It can’t be!!

“... F-Father!?” the boy babbled “A-are you my father--”

“G-Get o-outta he-here…!!”

“No, I… I came to save you! I can’t…!!”

Lupinmon shouted a very powerful roar, and the electric power started to run through his body. The electric claws appeared again, he was ready to slash that insolent child--

“NO!!”

--When Natsu’s pendant started to glow and she mysteriously opened a gate, absorbing her, Daichi and the V-mon.

“T-they escaped!!” Lupinmon gritted his teeth, how could HE let them flee?! HOW DARE HE?! “They will return… And then, I will destroy them all. Them and those traitors…”

Hey… Kid. Hey, Kid…!! Wake up!!

He opened his eyes and met the unknown V-mon and Natsu looking at him. She was quiet though, kinda speechless… Daichi sat on the floor and felt something strange… That place was too bright and white for his eyes. That place seemed to not belong to the Digital World at all…?

“Where are we?” the kid asked them, but none of the digimon was able to answer him.

“A-are we dead?!” V-mon gasped “Was that the end of the grand Ulforce?!”

“... Ulforce?”

“That’s my name. I meant me! I can’t be dead, y’know?!”

Now he realized… the V-mon, Ulforce, was a bit different from the one V-mon he had seen around his house. That one was a shade of blue a little darker, eyes a bit more ‘angry’ and there was a holy ring as a piercing in his… left ear? horn? He didn’t know how to call those…

Natsu walked away for a few seconds, in silence. So, it’s not that place Apocalymon had sent the Eight a long long time ago, but it doesn’t seem… Any place the Chosen Children had been before.

“Natsu…?” Daichi got up and ran in her direction, then stood behind her “What’s wrong?”

“It’s… nothing” she gestured to let him not take more steps “We’re not in the Digital World anymore.”

“What?!” Daichi and Ulforce exclaimed, one surprised and the other panicked.

“This is… in another dimension.”

“We need to come back and save my father!” the boy ordered “Natsu, we need--”

“You have no digimon partner and I knew that!” she replied “I’m a fool, Daisuke… Wouldn’t have done that! He… won’t forgive me for that!”

“It’s okay… It’s my fault I… I wanted to help and… I didn’t expect to have to fight him.”

“Wait… What ya mean?” Ulforce approached from them “Lupinmon is the kid’s father?!”

“Yes, I should’ve said that before but I didn’t want to let you get upset.”

“Me… upset…?” Daichi watched her back for a few seconds, then smiled “I’m glad that I know he’s alive.”

“Wa-wait a sec!” Ulforce interrupted them “The kid’s father is Lupinmon?! How?! He’s human!!”

“Lupinmon IS human” Natsu looked back and directly at Ulforce “He’s been controlled by the real enemy! And he’s Daichan’s father.”

“Wait, so that guy is not a digimon but is fighting against his own race… as a digimon?!”

“Did you hear me?! He’s been controlled, he and Vee! They’re part of the Twelve, so that’s why they got captured in the first instance!”

“The Twelve?! You mean… The ones who fought Belial Vamdemon before?!”

“You’re hopeless, brat.”

“D-don’t call me a brat, you!!”

“H-Hold on here, Natsu! Ulforce!” Daichi interrupted their fight “I didn’t know any of those before… Let’s start with some introduction, OK? I’m Daichi, Motomiya Daichi. I’m Motomiya Daisuke’s first child, and she’s Natsu, an old friend of my dad.”

“Huh, so you are the one digi-girl who can pass by human…” Ulforce commented “Nice. I’m Ulforce, the greatest hero ever!”

“You’re self-absorbed...” Natsu whispered.

“I just had saved you two, ingrateful digi-girl!”

“Please, let’s not keep arguing here!!” the boy shook his hands, a bit uncomfortable with that heated discussion “Natsu, can we go home now? I need to tell mom and mr. Yagami about my dad…”

“Um, yes… But this place seems to be an dead end.”

“A-are we going to be stuck in the emptiness of this thing forever?!” Ulforce lost his patience “W-we will have to return! Now!”

“If I disappear like that mom’s gonna call the police…! And I’m not ready to face officer Ichijouji again…”

“Again?” the digimon blinked.

“It’s--”

“Greetings young digichosen, digimon.”

That voice…?! A woman who definitely looked like someone familiar had appeared in front of them. It didn’t look like a mirage, but rather some strange entity in that place. Natsu and Ulforce were clueless about the stranger, but Daichi somehow had the courage to take a decision.

“Wh-who are you?” and the kid asked, “You look like someone… Someone my parents and their friends knew from a long time ago.”

“I assure you that I am not that live being,” she smiled “Call me Skuld, I’m a guardian of this dimension, the door to all other dimensions.”

“Is there a door to the exit…? We need to go home, if you don’t mind that question…”

“You didn’t come here by accident, my child. You’re fated to meet me.”

Daichi was more lost than before now. Especially because it was some kid of an accident that Natsu had opened a gate… But… Maybe it wasn’t? Skuld moved her hand and then the ‘emptiness’ revealed a bunch of doors, all of them with the same design and color. None of them could imagine how many doors existed in that place, it just… looked like there was no end, it was… completely an infinite space filled with doors.

“You hold a power to change reality” she continued, “as the fourth space-time traveler in your world.”

“... ‘Fourth’ ?” the trio exclaimed.

“But if there’s more two so…??” Daichi got a bit of curiosity “Who’re the other three, by any chance?”

“Akiyama Ryou the First, Yagami Taichi the Second, and Motomiya Daisuke the Third.”

“Wait, how…”

“You, Motomiya Daichi is the Fourth. There’s one mission for you, but only you can decide what path to take.”

Ulforce yawned, Natsu punched him in the head. While they argued in the background, Daichi was thinking and analyzing that place and the mysterious woman.

“Can I… Change anything? Like, save my father from this terrible fate?”

“Yes, anything. The power of space-time is powerful and never has passed to anyone before, however you has been elected for that responsibility.”

“So not even dad, mr. Yagami and this mr. Akiyama got it? But what makes me special…?”

“You will learn that soon, my child. Are you ready for writing your own story?”

That question sounded… Tricky. He was doing it already…! But no, there’s something he hadn’t been doing -- He never had been a Chosen Child or known the identity of them before.

“I am, ma’am.”

“Your tenacious soul has been awakened” she gave him a warm smile, and moved her hand in the air again… Summoning a strange device in front of the trio, “With this, you can be partnered with a digimon who’ve created a strong bond with you. The D-TimeRune is the link between human and digimon, it uses your virtue to become power.”

Daichi grabbed that digivice and examined it: it was rectangular with rounded borders, seemed like an old phone model he had seen before, had a big screen with a few rounded buttons, but he noticed he could open its front… By sliding up it, it revealing an interesting diamond in the middle of the circuits.

“That’s… different from a normal phone?” he was indeed intrigued by that object “Do my parents have one too?”

“Huh, that’s different from Daisuke’s digivice” Natsu commented with them “You’re indeed the beginning of a new generation…”

“But… Who will be his partner?” Ulforce questioned “And can we go back to the Digital World now? I have a villain to beat!”

“Don’t forget that ‘villain’ you meant is Daichan’s father, you tactless-mon!”

“... I don’t mind” Daichi smiled at the duo, however that smile was filled with pain and sadness.

“Daichan…”

“You can access this place through the pendant the Digimon--”

“Natsu. My name’s Natsu” she corrected Skuld.

“Oh thank for correcting me. The pendant Natsu holds.”

“Her pendant…?” Daichi and Ulforce looked at Natsu.

But before they could get a direct answer for that… Skuld’s next hand moves sent them all back to Daisuke’s office.

“A-are we back?!” Natsu exclaimed “But… Why?”

“I don’t know” the boy blinked, “But you can’t be here sorry.”

“Why not?” Ulforce asked “Aren’t we in the Digital World before?”

“Actually we’re…”

“Daichi, Kiyoko, I’m home!”

“... at my house and if my mom find you two here she might be mad!” he looked at the D-Rune in his hand “And I need to hide this digivice too!”

“But we need to talk with her!” Natsu protested.

“We will but later, now stay quiet here please” the boy put the digivice on his shorts pocket, left the office, closed the door and went directly to his room.

Miyako went searching for her children around the house, but none of them were in the living room or kitchen. She moved to their rooms, by opening the door from Daichi’s bedroom…

… To find him there, sitting in the bed and reading a book.

“There you are, Daichan” she smiled “Where’s your sister, is she at a friend’s house?”

Daichi looked at her, expressionless but nodded as response to Miyako’s question.

“Good, can you pick Kiyoko up at her friend’s house? I don’t know where she went today…”

“Okay.”

“Do you think that kid can hold the power of Space-Time, master Skuld?” A shadow asked the woman, such silhouette reminded an angel like Angemon, however with an armor different from post Angemon’s evolutions.

“He needs to be tested first,” she answered.

#datl text chapter #daichi arc phase 1

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jhinderer28 · 7 years

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246 Things Bones Has Taught Me

1. 6,7,16 are Carbon, Nitrogen and Sulfur on the Periodic Table of Elements 2. If you plan to murder someone do it on a plane right before you land in a different country 3. What it means to be a rational thinker. And that being irrational sometimes is ok 4. There is such a thing as fate 5. Everything happens eventually. But nothing happens unless first a dream 6. There’s more than one kind of family 7. How to get someone off on murder charges 8. The definition of true friendship 9. 246 ways how NOT to kill someone, because you will get caught 10. When “the” is not the first word in the episode title, shits about to get real (ie Aliens in a Spaceship) 11. The skeletal system is the best part of the human body 12. A million little facts curtesy of Vincent Nigel Murray 13. All the words to Hot Blooded 14. Nothing good happens when the clock says 4:47 15. Everyone deserves happiness, love, laughter, friendship, purpose, and a dance 16. Very few people are scary once they have been poked in the eyes 17. Don’t ramble on and on about conspiracy theories. You never know who is really listening to you and what they might do with that information 18. People do almost anything for family (even murdering the deputy director of the FBI) 19. To appreciate Brainy Smurf 20. Never trust a Russian knife throwing act in the circus 21. You can buy weapons at the mall. But wanting a gun for the sole reason of shooting people is not a good enough reason 22. The plot to strangers on a train 23. How to save someone with compartment syndrome 24. How to make a carbon dioxide scrubber 25. If you start hallucinating cartoon characters and dead soldiers you probably have a brain tumor 26. To search for the truth even if it leads to unwanted results 27. Chasing someone may be the smartest decision you ever make and being chased may be your greatest joy 28. Diplomatic immunity is extremely inconvenient 29. Even scientists can change (and we are all glad she did) 30. To fight. Even when the odds are stacked against you 31. Sometimes you just have to dance to the music that’s playing 32. 1 Corinthians 13:4 33. We can’t change who we are (but thankfully he’s a sexy FBI agent) 34. To not be distracted by the shiny baubles, because you might miss what really matters 35. People make their lives out of chaos and hope. And love. 36. The center has to be solid because the center must hold 37. Daffodil, Daisy, and Jupiter will always hold a special meaning 38. Sometimes you have to take the brain and put it in neutral. Then take the heart and pop it into overdrive 39. There is someone for everyone, someone you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with. You just have to be open enough to see it 40. Sarcasm does not play well on the forensic platform 41. Any lock worth picking is worth kicking 42. There are mysteries I will never understand but everywhere I look I see proof that for every effect there is a corresponding cause 43. Sometimes we have to have the ability to substitute optimism for reality 44. Try to get the signal before you are living with regrets (because we are all glad she did!) 45. That doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results is the definition of insanity 46. That people are more than just psychology 47. To find someone who makes your life messy, and confusing, and unfocused, and irrational, and wonderful 48. Go to the company Christmas party; because friends don’t let friends photocopy their butts at company Christmas parties 49. To appreciate Christmas Eve day. It’s both an Eve and a day, it’s a Christmas miracle 50. That there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in science 51. To find that person who will never make you fall and who will always be there 52. Be respectful of others. You never know what scars they carry on their back. Metaphorically or literally. 53. Life is a lot more than what can be cooked up in a chemistry set. Miracles do happen. 54. Phylogenetic Systematics 55. Always play in the key of G demolished. 56. To not jump to conclusions until all the evidence is in 57. If your world gets turned upside down, give it time, it takes three days for it to turn right side up again 58. That there are burdens which allow us to fly 59. We all share in the loss of a life. No matter who it is. 60. Glug-Glug Woo-hoo! 61. Ergo, ipso facto columbo oreo. 62. Beer from Missouri goes great with leftovers 63. Love changes everything 64. All the words to “Keep on Trying” 65. There is a mystery to life 66. That Wonder Woman is better than Cat Woman 67. WASP stands for White Anglo-Saxon Protestant (but we are really talking about the buzzing pest) 68. Booth is Superman (he beats up bad guys and leaps over things. Not to mention he is married to Wonder Woman) 69. All organisms evolve and develop along patterns only recognized in retrospect (and thank god her life didn’t exist outside the laws of nature) 70. Sometimes you have to have absolute faith in someone 71. All pigs are now named Jasper 72. Beer hats in the bathtub solve all problems 73. Having to hire two nannies (one to watch the kid and the other to watch the first nanny) isn’t crazy it just shows how much you care about your child 74. Sometimes it’s ok to let the ice cream melt 75. The garage is an excellent place to store C4 76. Hearts can’t be broken they can only be crushed. But her heart muscle is bigger than people give her credit for 77. Inertia demands us to keep going 78. The washing machine makes for a great make out location 79. That he’s with Bones. All the way. Don’t doubt it for a second. Because she’s his standard. 80. Sometimes you have to be bad to be good. That way your frontal lobe won’t be a dried up raisin. 81. What goes on between them is just theirs 82. Shooting machine guns is a totally acceptable way to celebrate valentines day. 83. Dancing Phalanges 84. Everyone deserves a knight in standard issue FBI body armor. 85. A rubber band is a great anger management tool 86. Sometimes you have to have the guts of a gambler and take that risk. 87. Don’t judge someone before you get to know them because she’s not a cold fish and he’s not a superstitious moron. She has a soul and he has a brain 88. That it’s illegal to have premarital sex in Virginia (but that didn’t stop them) 89. When you eliminate the possible, you are left with the truth, no matter how improbable. 90. That being the best doesn’t mean being perfect 91. That a stand up crook is better than a crooked cop. Any day of the week. 92. That when two people make love they break the laws of physics, they become one. It’s a miracle. 93. That pigs in a blanket and Mac n Cheese are gods perfect food 94. Sometimes the best gift you could give someone is not a material item. (We are all glad of the gift she gave to Zach) 95. No changies. No take backs. 96. Your gut doesn’t have any special powers but listening to it every once in a while is a good idea. 97. Sequences and patterns will continue until something disrupts the pattern. 98. Everyone has a puckish side that will not be denied. 99. Up and forward are only two directions. Science should look in all directions. (She taught us all that) 100. That everyone deserves a love that is more than just 3 weeks a year 101. To never travel to New Orleans alone. 102. That the swings make for the perfect first date location. 103. How not to act at a funeral (unless translation has occurred) 104. To learn to not fight to change the past. The pain is a part of who we are. 105. That life never comes easy. But nothing of value is ever easy. 106. To never skip snack time. Or meals. Or food in general. 107. That "The Lime in the Coconut" will hold a special place in all our hearts. Because that was his jam. 108. To find that one person who will never betray you. 109. Page 187. 110. That having a high IQ is no excuse not to bathe. 111. That friends never send friends' fathers to the electric chair. 112. To never underestimate criminals with only one leg 113. That sometimes people don't need time and space. Just some time. 114. That there's nothing wrong with living in the moment; but it's good to see what the future holds 115. That infinity goes in both directions. So we all will get a second chance 116. To dive into life, be courageous. Question things. Be happy. And don't forget to laugh 117. That sometimes, love trumps logic. 118. To love everyday. 119. To never take life for granted. There are no guarantees. 120. That people lie; but bones always tell the truth 121. That loving someone, and everything around it, is worth it. 122. That there's nothing more important than having hope. 123. Meatball and peppers make the perfect sandwich. 124. That addiction is a lifelong battle. 125. Always tell your partner that you aren't really dead, you just had to fake your death to catch the bad guy 126. Don't sleep with your college professors. They may get jealous when the student surpasses the teacher. 127. How to make the best Mac n cheese (so good he wants to be alone with it). 128. That you may choose to part with old items but you will never part with the memories you created with them. 129. That the world is a lot better than we think it is. 130. Every once in awhile Pinky can stump The Brain. 131. That there is such a thing as beginners luck. 132. To take a ride on the vomet comet. 133. That babies need grills. 134. Blackmailing a federal agent, while not recommended, seemed to work out for both parties in this situation 135. That if you end up being the parent to the best car salesman (or woman) that's ok. 136. That it is totally worth it to have your own happiness completely contingent on another person. 137. That if you keep living trying to protect yourself, nothing is ever going to touch you. 138. To give yourself a chance to be happy. Even if that means moving on. 139. That my heart isn't someone's to claim, it's mine to give away 140. That character is who we are under pressure; not who you are when everything's fine. 141. That just because something's difficult, doesn't mean that I shouldn't do it. 142. That no matter the anthropological reasons, we fight to make the world a better place. 143. Don't touch the bobble head Bobby 144. All the different reasons the FBI is given jurisdiction in a murder investigation 145. Sometimes you just have to flash your boobs to get information 146. To stand up and defend your friends. 147. That aliens don't wear loafers. 148. That things don't always end up as neatly as we wanted them too. 149. That we are all born unique and our experiences mold and change us. 150. You can be a polymath without being a douche. 151. That Pluto's no longer a planet. It was demoted. 152. To leave life having given more than you've taken. 153. That love cannot be explained. It is beyond science, or religion. Beyond mind, or reason. 154. If you don't have a gun, an app will work just fine. 155. That you don't always get to pick your nicknames. 156. That living with a disability is not by any means a death sentence. 157. That it's ok to plan your own surprise birthday party. 158. To expect the unexpected. It might lead to the greatest parts of your life. 159. Never turn down the chance to conduct a science experiment. 160. That purple elephants are wrong. 161. That his "charm smile" is just a sign of respect. 162. Skalle. 163. That Kansas gets boring after awhile. 164. That someone in your corner makes all the difference. 165. To never light cigarettes in an outhouse 166. The most beautiful things in the world are sunsets, the Mona Lisa and a perfectly thrown spiral. 167. Do NOT piss off your boss. If there's a spider infestation just take care of it. 168. To take a ceramics class every once in a while. 169. Never pay for a plumber. Just get a "For Dummies" book and you're all set. 170. That partners don't say "forget it" 171. That you're never too old to laugh at "boner" 172. That "the man" buys all the office furniture. 173. That he was right, bones really are the heart of the matter. 174. To enjoy a ceramics class every once and a while. 175. To always swim with a buddy. 176. The definition of a philistine, and luddite 177. To never steal evidence from a murder victims house. 178. That sometimes the relationship that didn't work out leads you to the one that does. 179. That parents do a lot of crazy things just because they love their children. 180. That you can't just kill Agent Andy. 181. That they were never just partners. 182. The difference between being impervious and being strong. 183. That we each learn to survive in our own way. 184. Norwegian death metal 185. To appreciate the magic of the Egyptian room 186. That he will always be King of the Lab. Even if he's the only one who cares. 187. Diner eggs are simple magic. 188. Nunchucks are not toys. Seriously. 189. That your brain cannot digest breakfast burritos. 190. Never shoot an ice cream truck (even if you do offer to replace the clown). 191. To always respect the cocky belt buckle. 192. To never trust a washed up army fighter 193. To go to prom. 194. That each squintern brought something special to the team. We could never just choose one. 195. To be weary of bank vaults. 196. That if you have no other plans, racing beetles on a Friday night is totally acceptable. 197. To never be afraid to find a new passion 198. To love your work. Life is too short not to 199. Even an empiricist can have a heart. 200. That the definition of being "stupid in love" is spending $3000 for a quarter ounce of perfume. 201. That in 30, or 40, or 50 years we can all say we knew. Right from the beginning 202. That life is really just a lot of loose ends. 203. As long as a person has enough, they don't need more. 204. To never be ashamed of where you came from. 205. That happiness comes from what you already have. 206. That wanting things to work and making things work are two different things. 207. To never stop being yourself. 208. That if he flies to New Orleans just to make sure you're ok, you're not just partners 209. To appreciate Alfred Hitchcock movies 210. Never try to fit stadium seats into an elevator during a blizzard. 211. To give a piece of yourself every once in a while. 212. That getting blown up may just be a part of the job description. 213. To appreciate hospital pudding. 214. The wedding was worth the wait. 215. To appreciate Cyndi Lauper 216. Setting up a rescue at the airport is an acceptable way to get back on someone's good side 217. Female friendships before male romantic partners 218. That we are not our parents. 219. To watch out for serial killers on Craig's list 220. To go to the Louvre. 221. That we can't always save our siblings from everything. 222. Sometimes it's ok to lie your ass off to the FBI 223. The only acceptable reason to leave the hospital AMA is to save your "partner" 224. To always wear a mask when cutting into bone. 225. That life works out. 226. That 306 pages for a will is not at all excessive. 227. To let someone else drive in London. 228. That life is hard and painful, but we fight together. 229. That your boss can't be your lovely assistant. 230. That stuffed animals make great baby gifts 231. That nothing brings people together like a Christmas lung fungus. 232. Be weary of someone who takes New York action 234. A jail cell can be a perfect place for a wedding. 235. Never route against the Flyers. 236. To go to the museum more often. You never know who you'll find 237. The best conversations happen in cars. 238. To appreciate colorful socks 239. That it takes all of us. Every single one. 240. To look forward to what ever happens next. 241. That it was worth the ride. Everything about it. 242. When the network moves you into every possible time slot it can only mean they love you. 243. To love. 244. That 12 years is a long time. And a lot of magic. 245. That it's all about the cast. 246. To never doubt the little show that could. So Season 12 is it; here’s to the last 12 years and to everything that happens next!

#bones finale #bonestv #booth and brennan #246Things #bones series finale #season 12

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thecreativeseries · 5 years

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Interview With Ikelite Ambassador Brandon Verdura With His Muse Cassi Manner

Brandon Verdura has an eye for the ocean like no other living in majestic Oahu, Hawaii. Working alongside his girlfriend Cassi Manner @cassimanner who features in a lot of his work and inspires his creative vision. He creates such beautiful, ethereal images that will motivate you to get in the ocean and explore.

A Photographer, spearfisherman and USCG rescue swimmer. His photography is inspirational and unique. It was a real pleasure to learn more about Brandon @brandonverdura

Firstly, can you start with a little bit about yourself?

I was born and raised in South Florida with a second home in the water. It is water after all, that my inspiration and creativity flows from. The ever changing reality that is always there, but rarely appreciated. It is what helped me find my love for photography. My father has a strong passion for the water and that same passion was instilled in me at a young age. I later joined the Coast Guard to become a rescue swimmer in order to help those who enjoy the ocean as much as I do. It was while in the Coast Guard that I purchased a GoPro and my love for photography started. If you would have told me three years ago that I would love photography, I would have said you were crazy, as I did not consider myself a “creative type”. I played sports, jumped out of helicopters, and enjoyed shooting fish. But photography opened up a side of me I had no clue existed.

What would you say inspires your current vision?

I am currently inspired by videography. It is another creative outlet that I am excited to learn and explore. I originally purchased my GoPro to make spearfishing videos, and a year later I purchased my first DSLR. So I stopped making videos to focus on photography. I am also fascinated by waves. Growing up in Florida, I was never able to witness a true wave. Now that I have the opportunity to live in Hawaii, I am excited to try and capture the beauty and power of the ocean.

Can you give a breakdown of the equipment you use to create your work?

I recently upgraded from a Nikon D750 to the D850 mainly for its video capabilities as well as the improved image quality. I love shooting with my Sigma 35mm f1.4. The bokeh it would create underwater is beautiful. It is a lot of fun shooting behind bubbles and watch the lens turn them into light orbs. In addition I use a sigma 15mm fisheye lens. This was the first lens I purchased and is still a go to for underwater. The super wide angle is great underwater because it allows you to be close to your subject. This helps produce a sharper image. A huge advantage when shooting in tight spaces like an underwater cave. The housing I use for my camera is by Ikelite. They were the original housing I used when I started underwater photography with my D750. I am honoured to now be an Ikelite ambassador and continue to use their housing to keep my camera protected.

What are your go to settings when you shoot in the ocean?

I don’t really have go to settings, although I do prefer shooting at an wide open aperture to create some depth between my subject and the background. Also when shooting in caves I find that using highlight metering keeps my subjects from being over exposed when swimming into the light rays. This was a big problem I had when I first start shooting in caves here in Hawaii.

Have you ever had an experience in the ocean that really scared you?

I was attacked by a shark once. A few of us were spearfishing in the Bahamas when a reef shark came and took my friends fish along with the spear attached to it. We followed the shark around for a bit hoping he would spit the spear out but unfortunately he didn’t. I saw an opportunity to dive down on the shark to try and grab the spear. About 35ft down the shark turned towards me and showed his teeth. I thought he was going to came at me so I poked him with my spear just to warn him off. Big mistake haha, the shark immediately dart towards me trying to bite my face. I was able to push him off and dodge the initial attack but he came back in for a second attempt. I quickly grabbed my spear with both hands and put it in his mouth to fend him off.

You always hear stories of how adrenaline makes it seem as if time has slowed down… this couldn’t be more true. I was able to break down every little movement and critically think in the short 4 seconds. As I saw the shark turn towards me I knew I had to fend him off with my spear. I knew if I held the spear how you would hold a bar I had a chance of looking all my fingers. So in the moment I used one hand to grab the very end of the spear, and luckily I did. The shark bit down on the spear and grazed my palm and pinky. That split second decision saved my hand. I am incredibly lucky that I ended up with only 3 stitches. My Gopro happened to be recording as well haha, if interested you can find the video on YouTube, just search “First person shark attack”.

All that being said, please give these animals the respect they deserve. They are beautiful creatures but it is their territory, do not underestimate them.

Your portrait shoots are next level where do you get your inspiration for these beautiful images?

Aww thanks you are too kind, but as much as I would love to take credit for that, it is my girlfriend @cassimanner that is the brains behind 90% of those shoots. She’s a natural.

What do you enjoy most about your career as a photographer?

I live for the moments when I capture an image that puts a giant smile on my subjects face. As well as the surprises that come along with capturing images. Whether its from the moment you press the shutter and an image leaves you in awe by surprise (such as my light orb photo) or the moment I apply one of my presets to an image that’s been sitting untouched and it turns out amazing.

How do you continue to evolve as a photographer?

I am constantly learning when ever I can. Youtube is a great place to learn, it is where I learned basically everything I know about photography. I am also evolving beyond photography and starting to learn cinematography.

Among all your work what is your most memorable capture?

That is a hard question, as I look through my photos there are so many that have that “giant smile” moment. The greatest was probably my light orb photo though. I was still getting used to using my 35mm f1.4 and it was my first time using a Lume Cube in the water. The sun just set and we were swimming back to shore when I realized the light rays coming from behind us. I asked my girlfriend Cassi for one last quick shot. I didn’t even realize I had my exposure set to -1. When I saw the photo on my live view I was in shock as well as Cassi. One of those surprise moments I will always cherish.

What is something you wish you had known when you first started your journey in ocean photography?

I wish I would have taken a freediving course sooner. Being able to comfortably hold my breath has allowed me to compose shots better, adjust settings, and even get closer to marine life. Most importantly the ability to forget that you are holding your breath underwater gives a new feeling of connection with the ocean.

“The sea is everything. It covers seven-tenths of the terrestrial globe. It's breath is healthy and pure. It is a spacious wilderness where man is never alone, for he can feel life throbbing all around him. The sea is the environment for a prodigious, supernatural existence; it is nothing but movement and love; it is a living infinity.

The sea is nature’s vast reserve. It was through the sea that the globe as it were began, and who knows if it will not end in the sea! Perfect peace abides there. The sea does not belong to despots. On its surface immoral rights can still be claimed, men can fight each other, devour each other, and carry out all the earth’s atrocities. But thirty feet below the surface their power ceases, their influence fades, their authority disappears. Independence is possible only here! Here I recognize no master! Here I am free! Jules Verne - Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.

How do to keep yourself physically fit to be able to do what you do?

I am fortunate enough that as a rescue swimmer we are required to maintain a certain physical fitness. I mainly lift weights, but our training includes high intensity circuits and pool workouts as well.

What methods do you use for editing ? Can you explain your workflow?

I mainly use lightroom and honestly my workflow is probably not the best haha. I normally upload all photos from a shoot then spend the next hour or two playing around with my different presets on the photos. Maybe finish one photo, maybe not haha. I can be quite in decisive between favourite edits and photos.

Who would you say are your greatest influencers and inspirations?

There are so many awesome creators that I follow and get inspiration from. Probably at the top of the list is Jack Bates @jackbatesphotography. I've been following him since I started photography. His colors tones and content are always unique and eye catching.

Lastly do you have any advice you would give someone starting out in photography?

I think the most important advice I could give is to enjoy learning and growing. Know that photography is a process. Enjoy that process and you’ll become the creator you’ve dreamed of being.

If you want to check out more of Brandon’s work see his website at www.seetheabyss.com

#Lume Cube #Nikon #Ikelite #USCG rescue swimmer

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shirlleycoyle · 5 years

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The Duchy of the Toe Adam

Part snarky space cult opera, part visionary body horror, and part parody of one particular pillar of science fiction, today’s Terraform is in a bizarre and delightful league of its own. I’ve already said quite enough—let Lincoln Michel, writer, editor, and the author of Upright Beasts, take you on a far flung voyage to a planet where worshipping the wrong appendage can get you killed. -the ed

We were being taken to the duchy of the Toe Adam. We had been captured or, as the Toe Adamites saw it, saved from the clutches of the Nose Adam during the battle. There were many corpses strewn across the purple fields. The body parts of the soldiers had been scattered like asteroids across the dark expanse of dirt.

My first mate, Vivian, had two fingers on her left hand sliced off by laser fire. I’d lost an ear and had a bullet in my side. Aul-Wick, our piscine mechanic, had shouted curses in our comms, then piloted his aquatic globe into the smoke and disappeared.

“Fish-faced coward,” Vivian said, hacking up blood.

From the back of the truck, we watched the surviving Toe Adamites stroll somberly through the fields. They lifted the legs of the fallen and sliced off one toe from each. The toes were placed in a gold rimmed box.

“You’re lucky we found you. The Nose Adamites are monsters,” the Toe Adamite surgeon said as she slurped the bullet out of my torso with a silver hose.

“Is that so?” I grunted.

The surgeon was wearing bright red scrubs. Her eyes were wide and white above the mask. She nodded and her voice got low. “They say that Nose Adam and his followers eat the nostrils of newborn babes. They believe the flesh imbues them the power of God. That’s why their duchy is strewn with tiny bones that lodge in the feet of the faithful.”

“I don’t remember any fucking baby bones,” Vivian said from her surgical table.

“Well, that’s what they say,” the surgeon said dismissively. She slapped a patch on my side, burned it into place. Then she began working on my missing ear.

“Do you Toe Adamites eat the toes of babies?” I asked.

Both surgeons looked up, gasping.

My surgeon shook her scalpel in front of my face. “Don’t say such blasphemy when you meet the Toe Adam. He’s fair, but not forgiving.”

“Eating babies!” the other surgeon yipped. “Who do you take us for? Those swamp dwelling Spine Adamites!”

Coming to this planet had been Aul-Wick’s idea. He’d intercepted a distress call from a religious colony on the surface. They’d arrived centuries ago to create a holy utopia, but now were desperate for food, certain sacred herbs, and lots and lots of weapons. Since we were in debt to two gangsters and three galactic federations, I agreed.

I didn’t know if Aul-Wick was warned about the Toe Adamites and Nose Adamites. He didn’t have toes or noses, only gills and fins, so perhaps it meant nothing to him.

When we breached the atmosphere, our sales pitch was met with a surface to air missile.

The cell the Toe Adamites placed us in was comfortable enough. A small porthole looked out at the dragon vines crawling across the purple fields toward the undulating ocean. I had a bandage over my regrowing ear, and Vivian’s hand was wrapped in a glass medical glove.

“Fucking wankers,” Vivian said. She was hunched in the corner chewing on a nutrient strip. The veins in her cheeks glowed faintly blue with anger.

Vivian’s species had evolved a million light years away from Earth, yet she looked almost exactly human except for her glowing veins and ridged cheekbones. The universe was weird like that.

“Which?” I asked. “The Toe Adamites or the Nose Adamites?”

“All the goddamn Adams,” she said.

Our stress levels were dangerously high, and Vivian suggested we engage in meditative copulation. We humped against the doorway, which was engraved with the profile of the face of the Toe Adam. As far as I could tell, it was identical to the face we’d seen on the banners of the duchy of the Nose Adam.

A Toe Adamist priest in a long crimson robe guided us to the meal hall. He waved over a young boy who placed two bowls of pinkish hunks floating in tan liquid in front of us. There were hard black knobs sticking out of the hunks which I mistook for seeds.

“What’s this crap?” Vivian said.

“These are marinated mobbin toes, a delicacy of this planet. Or at least the closest thing this planet has to a delicacy.”

The toes were sour and surprisingly squishy. I gobbled them down to stop my stomach rumbling. Vivian asked for a second bowl.

“How long have you been living on this planet?” I asked.

“On the Purple After?” The priest fiddled with his engraved staff. “Many generations. Although our generations go by pretty quickly on this planet. It was a paradise when we landed, before the False Adams divided us.”

“What makes you sure your Adam is the right Adam?” Vivian said.

The priest was unperturbed. “The Purple After is the paradise we were promised, made physical by the cosmos. We are walking on sacred ground here. What is the part of man that touches the ground?”

“Depends how he walks,” Vivian said, belching and pulling the black curls of her hair behind her ear.

“The upright man,” the priest said, “walks on his feet. And what is the part of the body that digs into the lord’s dirt? The toe.”

“There’s no Heel Adam I guess?” Vivian said.

“Vivian, please,” I said.

“No,” the priest frowned. “There is only the Toe Adam and the False Adams. That is all there has ever been.”

The Toe Adamites permitted us to wander the compound. The tech was decades out of date. Centuries maybe.

“I want to find out what the hell started this war,” Vivian said. “Let’s find the oldest, gnarliest woman and ask her.”

I rubbed my newly regrown ear. The lobe constantly itched. “Okay, but please let’s try being polite.”

In the pews of the prayer room, we found a shriveled old woman with white hair down to her feet. Vivian knelt beside her, took one hand in hers.

“Grandmother, we are strangers from another land. Can you tell us what started the war between the Nose Adam and the Toe Adam?”

The old woman looked at her, grimaced. “Oh, all dem Adams have always been at war. Least as far as I can recall.”

“All the Adams?” I asked.

“Well, let’s see ‘ere,” the old woman said, counting with her remaining fingers. “Der’s Nose Adam and his bastards in the west. Them Skull Adamites are barricaded by the northern shore. Spine Adam as his duchy in the swamp. And der’s our pure and holy and good and true Adam, the Toe Adam. Right in this blessed duchy.”

“Wow,” I said. “Okay.”

The old lady gave us a weird grin. She leaned forward. Her eyes were wild beneath the wrinkled folds. “There used to be dem Finger Adamites in the hills. Thin and gangly as a pinky they were. We wiped ‘em out right quickly.” She licked her cracked lips and laughed. “Blew up their pod so dey ain’t ever coming back.”

The old lady was cackling uncontrollably now. She was almost falling out of the pew. Vivian and I headed quickly back into the hall.

Vivian’s yellow pupils disappeared, and her head flipped back almost ninety degrees. I ran to brace her. “It’s Aul-Wick,” she said in that gargling voice that still made my spine shiver. Aul-Wick’s telepathic possession was especially painful over long distances. “He wants to speak: Captain Baldwin, Vivian. Good evening. I spent a night hiding in the green river. Several tentacled fish attempted to eat me. The idiots. I zapped them good. The planet’s ground is harsh and sparse, but the rivers are like jungles of monsters. Also, did you see three moons? Pretty neat.” Vivian put her head straight, gagged. “Get. To. Point. Throat. Hurts.” Her head flipped back. Oh fine. Don’t tell us about your day, Aul-Wick. Don’t share common experiences to create a sense of bonding, Aul-Wick.”

“Aul-Wick!” I shouted.

“Fine. I made it back to the ship. Working on repairs. Be here in two days or I’m off this rock alone!”

“Now listen here,” I started, but Vivian’s head was back up straight.

“Ugh. Can’t that fish ever speak through you?” she said, rubbing her throat.

The Toe Adam floated above us on a plush levitating chair. He wore a long red cape that was clasped at the neck with a buckle shaped like intertwined feet. His ceremonial hat was a foot high and his feet were bound in golden sandals. There wasn’t much of his skin exposed, but what I could see was covered in bizarre growths that looked conspicuously like toes.

When he extended one foot, the priest elbowed me and coughed.

“Am I supposed to kiss it?” I said.

“As a heathen you are only permitted to stroke the toe,” the priest whispered loudly.

“Raw deal.” Vivian looked at me and rolled her eyes. She reached out a finger and tapped the nail of the toe of the Toe Adam’s left foot. “Oh wise Adam, thank you for letting me touch your holy hangnail,” she said.

I followed suit.

The Toe Adam regarded us. He was frowning, lips lined with tiny toes. He floated in the stale air of the throne room. “I’m told we saved you from the Nose Adam,” the Toe Adam said. “He would not have been as hospitable as we are.”

The wall of the room was lined with guards holding laser rifles. In the far corner, I saw a gigantic silver pod. It looked like an old-fashioned clone printer.

“What’s the beef you have against this nose guy anyway?” Vivian said.

“The Nose Adamanites are heretics!” the priest screamed.

The Toe Adam sighed, put up a hand for the priest. “The Nose Adam is a lost sheep. My brother, in a sense. I’m hoping I can save him. And I’m hoping that you can help me. My priest says you came here on a ship? Do you have weapons?”

“Oh yeah,” I lied. “Plenty.’

“A whole cargo bay of bombs and rifles,” Vivian chimed in.

The Toe Adam dropped his chair to the ground. He walked toward us, tapping his toe cane against the ground. “If you promise to donate your arms to our holy crusade, I will take you to your ship in the morning.”

“You got a deal,” I said. “Although how will weapons save the Nose Adam?”

The Toe Adam shrugged. The growths on his skin bounced. “He’ll be saved in the afterlife, as all sinners are.”

Vivian succeeded in hacking into the archives using her cybernetic hand. “Look at this Baldwin. These dorks were called the Church of the Purple After before they came here.”

She had the specs of the original mission vessel pulled up. I leaned over her shoulder, pointed at the hologram. “Interesting. They had five clone printers on the ship, for the five aspects of god.”

“Let me guess,” Vivian said. “The toe, the nose, the skull, the spine, and the finger.”

“No, this says the five aspects of god are the orb, the water, the belt, the mountain, and the vapor.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know, but there is only one Adam listed on the manifest.”

“Son of a bitch!” Vivian said. She gagged. Her neck cracked backwards. “Ship is ready to rip. Come on over you two.”

I ran to hold Vivian in my arms. Lowered her gently to the floor. “Good, we need to get out of here. I think these fanatics murdered their original leader, the first Adam.” Vivian gurgled an agreement.

“Aul-Wick, the Toe Adam is taking us to the ship tomorrow,” I said. “We’ll meet you at the edge of the Frost Forest an hour after first light.”

“Roger. Do you think he’ll buy anything? We still got those spice crates.”

“He’s expecting weapons.”

“We’ve only got three blasters and a couple dozen sonic grenades. They won’t sell for shit!”

“We don’t have to sell them. We just have to shoot him.”

We rode in the Toe Adam’s war tank. It was long and sleek, with turrets at the cuticles. Toe Adam sat at the top, hatch open, his hair swirling in the wind under his war helmet.

“Today, by the grace of indivisible God, we turn the purple planet red with the blood of the heretics!” he shouted. The guards around us cheered.

I was close enough to him now to see that the growths on his skin had tiny nails at the tips.

Our ship was a few hundred yards from the Frost Forest. I could see the branchless fungus trees, their trunks dotted with orange warts instead of leaves, emerging in the distance. The sky was clear and the day was warm. We rolled across the gas flower marshes, gigantic puffs of blue pollen filling the air.

“What the fuck is that thing,” Vivian said, pointing toward a fissure in the ground. At first, I didn’t see anything. But then a two-headed beast pulled itself out of the crack. It was massive, each head as a big a whole man. The creature stood on its hind legs and roared.

“Mawbear!” the driver shouted.

The Toe Adam’s face contorted grotesquely. He looked like he might weep. “No,” he said, weakly.

The creature was about the size of the tank, and looked just as strong. A carpet of brown fur flapped over its thick scales.

“Kill it!” Toe Adam screamed. “Slay the demon!”

“Lord help us,” the high priest muttered, holding his golden toe icon to his lips. “Not again.”

As the Toe Adamites ran toward the mawbear, blasters firing, Vivian wrangled a gun from the high priest’s robes. She told him to spill the beans or she’d spill his bean breakfast across the tank.

In the distance, the Toe Adam’s soldiers flew through the air in bloody arcs.

The Toe Adam was out on the ground, running in the other direction.

“Okay, okay,” the priest said. He finally told us the story.

Long ago, the Church of the Purple After had found a planet that fit the descriptions of the cosmic heaven in their scriptures. They departed on a mission ship, guided by their leader, Adam of the Orb.

Things had gone well, for a while. But after a couple winters the settlers were still having a hard time growing food, and divisions arose. When Adam lead a foraging party, he killed a small mawbear cub not realizing its mother was waiting in the trench.

When the five high priests, Adam of the Orb’s closest advisors, found the corpse of Adam strewn across the ground, each grabbed the closest hunk of their holy leader and sprinted back to their cloning pods. One grabbed a toe, one grabbed a finger, and so on.

Their religion said that each body had a soul, but that the soul could only enter one vessel. They only used their cloning pods on the recently dead. They believed that Adam’s soul would enter the first body cloned. But none of the five sects could agree on who was cloned first.

The Nose Adam, the Toe Adam, the Finger Adam, the Spine Adam, and the Skull Adam and their followers have waged war ever since. When they died, they were cloned to fight again. Each person on the planet had been killed countless times. Their heaven was an eternity of awaking, killing, dying, and awaking again.

This time, the Toe Adamites managed to murder the mawbear. It sunk to the purple fields with a tortured honk. The Toe Adam fired a blaster into the each of the mawbear’s skulls and then led the Toe Adamites in prayer.

They cheered.

Then they moaned.

From the west, the army of the Nose Adamites appeared. They rode on striped mobbins, galloping across the field.

“How did they know we were coming?” the high priest said, hat clenched to his chest. “We have truly been forsaken.”

The Toe Adamites and the Nose Adamites came together in a chorus of shouts, explosions, and screeches.

“Time for us to bolt,” Vivian said. She grabbed my hand and we sprinted toward the forest as the severed body parts fell around us in a macabre rain. Toes, fingers, noses, bones, and teeth splattered on the ground.

I grabbed the reins of a passing mobbin. Its rider had been reduced to two legs and a bloody stump of waist. I pulled off the lower half, and Vivian jumped on. I followed.

We galloped away from the battle. When I looked back, the soldiers had shrunk to the size of their names. Angry people the size of toes and noses, killing each other for a God that, if he existed, was orbiting some other star in some other distant galaxy in the great abyss of space.

When we hopped off the mobbin at the foot of the ship, I looked at Vivian and felt like my heart had been cloned inside my chest.

I kissed Vivian long and hard. She rubbed her hands through my greying hair. Her fingers had mostly grown back. Her cheek veins were pulsing bright red.

“Let’s do it,” I said. “Let’s give up this smuggling life. Buy a little house pod on a quiet planet with a white electric fence and a weathervane in the shape of comet spinning in the wind.”

Vivian looked away. “You sweet man,” she said. A smile curved up her face. “Shut the hell up. I’d rather face down space gangsters and gigantic bears than little children. Plus, we’re robbing the Ice Orbital next month, remember?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Okay. Never mind.”

Vivian laughed.

The ship was in front of us, engines purring.

Aul-Wick greeted us on the ship’s ramp in his floating orb. His scaled face was puffed and nervous.

“This is a little awkward,” he said.

“What’s awkward, Fish Face?” Vivian said.

“Tell us later, Aul-Wick. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Little bubbles floated out of his gill slits. “I guess my telepathic messages went to all four of you,” he said.

“All four of who?” Vivian said.

But then I saw them. At the top of the ramp, stepping out of the darkness with guns drawn, the Ear Baldwin and the Finger Vivian emerged.

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