#bro can't come up with good insults that's not a threat

[wolflover33100aj]

CHOKE

No thank you, I'm good

[o-kaythislooksbad]

@ailesswhumptober day 4: hiding an injury / betrayal / lying [does lying by omission count as lying? maybe. does clark hate that bruce knows about his past with lex? of course. does bruce think their relationship is a betrayal? absolutely. aka bruce finds out about kon's origins, and is not having a good time right now. adjacent to the titans fic, mostly just an exercise in writing m and dick as bros, and angsty superbat sharing a braincell]

"does supes know?" m asks, watching his husband throw kon into the air and catching him like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"yeah. he's visiting the cave, though the bat's barely talking with him. guy can really hold a grudge." dick yawns, then takes a sip of his coffee. it really is too damn early for this conversation, especially with the amount of people in the tower who can overhear them, either by sound or by thought.

"what's the bat got to do with anything?"

"superman's dna was used to make kon," dick starts, looking into m's eyes to try catching a glimpse of his brain at work. "the man of steel. the guy whose skin cannot be pierced with anything short of kryptonite, which neither luthor nor his associates possessed at the time of the kid's conception."

m's eyes light up. "and batman keep records and contingencies of all potential 'threats' in the cave," m nods. "so he must've sold out our boy in blue. that's cold."

"sure, we'll go with that answer," dick says, pointing at apollo with his mug, then raising it to the man's husband.

"no fucking way," m replies gleefully, "no. fucking. way. people call us the world's queerest as an insult to us and the world's finest, not as a comparison."

"to be fair, a lot of bigoted assholes do refer to you two that way."

- - - -

"a toothbrush? brucie, batsie, baby. love of my life. a toothbrush. one of the most disposable items in existence, as a gesture to your commitment. 'here, take this cheap plastic -"

"- it was three hundred dollars, clark - "

" - as a reflection of my devotion to you. and, as a bonus, i'll sell it to your worst enemy.' thanks a lot, b, i really appreciate it." clark hasn't raised his voice, not once, since his unexpected appearance at the cave, but his disappointment and rage is palpable. he's hovering a few feet above the ground, staring down at bruce, with the red in his eyes a fraction away from turning into laser beams and disintegrating him on the spot.

"it's in your favorite color, and your teeth are much stronger than any human's, clark; i designed it specifically for you." bruce's voice isn't breaking, it's not, because he's the batman and he doesn't get emotional over trivial things like this.

"bullshit!" clark swears, and really, it's almost a shame no one else is hear to catch the big blue boy scout uttering a no-no word. "it was one of your ploys to get my dna, for one of your end-of-the-world plans, and i was a fool to trust you."

"omaha." bruce barely exhales to form the word. clark can hear him, of course, he always can. but clark, bless his heart, is so caught up about the goddamn toothbrush that it takes him a beat to recognize that bruce said the code word.

"- could justify a high price point on a dental - wait. omaha?"

"omaha, smallville. ring a bell?"

"what?" clark asks softly as his feet connect with the stone floor. heat pools in his belly and burns his irises and he can taste the sweat on lex's upper lip.

"come on, clark. you can play the big dumb oaf all you want, but you can't look me in the eyes and tell me you really thought that your dental records would be enough to make him. there's still so much i don't know about your biology, but we both know that it takes more than saliva off a toothbrush to create a child."

[cheddargoblin]

Hiii * pulls out a list thar scrolls away forever*

3,7,13 for Telka/Zafirah

11,14,15 for Deidre/Telka

oh my god bros giving me a workout. Starting with Telka and Zafirah- 3; I'm honestly not sure how people would perceive them, the two started off so hostile during the events of season four, a lot of people probably still look at them and remember the priest and commander at each others throat whenever they were in earshot of each other in sun's refuge. Seeing them grow to like each other must be/have been extreme whiplash after all the death threats! 7: Honestly that's a funny one, and probably comes from both angles. Zafirahs only getting close to try and kill Telka again but better, Telka finally won her faith over with proof of the power she absorbed from the fallen god, they were never even enemies and this was a ruse to rally metaphorical fire in telka's guild and the zaishen Zafirah brings back, someones got a tinfoil hat on and they're producing rumor mill content.

.13: Haven't considered that one tbh. Theyre both stubborn to an unholy dregree, driven to see something through no matter what, but whereas zafirah goes about this with discipline, respect and calm, Telka navigates situations with the grace of a metaphorical bull in a china shop, throwing herself at things with a jarringly upbeat determination to headbutt anything that's in the way. I expect the latter approach is an insult to the former.

oh god theres more ok ok round 2 telka and deidre. also someone please tell me why the text is randomly big while im writing this can someone with a tumblr degree make that stop help me. 11. Its awfully sterotypical, but i expect Deidre get's to see the less flattering parts of Telka, the scars, the worries, quietly slumping all of her weight onto the small mordrem because who asks for hugs in 13xx, Telkas open with her happiness and fire, but still closes off some of the worries and pains.

.14 Her laugh, its easy to make her laugh. Wether its its a small giggle or the funniest joke shes heard in years, deidre can't take her eyes off it. Telka always closes her eyes and scrunches up for any degree of humor. Dee has never been particularly good at jokes but even she can make telka smile and chuckle, or perhaps its the present company that puts telka in such a good mood :)

.15 "his personality" sounds both like a fake-out and a euphemism, but i think its just that. Deidre's an anxious ball of stress and practicality with a side-salad of naieve curiosity and this enraptures Telka. He has so many questions he's afraid to ask anyone else but telka loves answering, what's a couch. noone ever tells me who trahearne was, can you? Have you been inside of Houses? what are they like? She'd love to show them all the things they ask about someday, when things calm down (ignore the ominous shadow of the next expansion, nothings ever looming on the horizon). In turn, she also appreciates deidre's willingness to nag her, when shes become so untouchable to so many people. its grounding to still have someone who will call you a stupid idiot for pulling a strike operation on an enemy camp when youve been awake for 36 hours and inevitable set yourself on fire again or something. Insulting, but humbling to hear, part of her appreciates it.

im free

[hulijingemperor2]

After the party~~

Meng Shi: anything you want to say about my two grandsons, Master Qiren.

Lan qiren: no, Huanghou.

Meng shi: I know your sister-in-law. And she used to tell me all about your strict and archaic ways.

Lan qiren: archaic??

Meng shi: yes.

And I didn't like how you put her under house arrest.

Lan qiren: *staring at her lips and dimples*

Meng shi: why are you Lans like this?

Lan qiren: (am I being seduced by a hulijing)

Because you're pretty.

Meng Shi: excuse me?!

Lan qiren: sorry.

Meng Shi: bro, you're my Yao'er's uncle in law.

Sisi: empress doesn't like you. You old man.

Lan qiren: *cough* it slipped! It slipped!

But you are indeed pretty.

Meng shi: thank you, *walks off*

Sisi: disgusting.

But better than guangshan.

Lan qiren: (Meng Shi kind of smells nice. Gosh what am I saying. I need to go reflect)

~~

Later at night, A-Yao was reclining in his bed while eating leftover finger snacks from the party.

Fuying: *fanning him*

Team dimple: *entering*

Su she: Huangdi.

Xue yang: you look so relaxed, Jiggy.

Mo xuanyu: you and leftovers? That's surprising.

Yao: they're gourmet.

Mo xuanyu: now that makes sense!

Xue yang: he's a diva after all.

Yao: *smiles* where were you guys.

Mo xuanyu: putting on perfume. *blushing* and a little makeup.

Su she: cuz we want to spend the night with you.

Xue yang: and maybe give you a little kiss.

Yao: aw, how lovely.

But my team d don't need all that.

*hands his attendant his plate, then signaled them to exit*

Mo xuanyu: *sits next to him*  Yao gege. * lifts chin and kisses him* how's my makeup?

Yao: *strokes his hair* beautiful as ever, xuanyu.

Mo xuanyu: *blushing*

Su she: boss, lemme groom your fox tail.

Yao: go ahead, darling. It's resting on a pillow.

Su she: begins to brush his floof*

Xue yang: *caressing A-Yao's dimples* Yaoyao, do your fox tail get tired? Why does it need a pillow.

Yao: A-Yang. Don't you think that every part of me should be pampered.

Xue yang: that's right.

Mo xuanyu: well deserved.

Su she: Huangdi, I didn't like how Lan qiren just barged into your party! Like how dare he.

Told you those Lans don't have manners.

Xue yang: lol, like everything is just a facade for them. 

Su she: the Lans had insulted my Huangdi.

Yao: team D, relax. And I have fixed everything.

Su she: if that icy Lan zhan comes here, I swear, I'll fight him.

My emperor can adopt whoever he wants.

Mo xuanyu: the guy adopted Sizhui afterall.

Yao: mmm. I actually have no enmity against the lans.

But I think that certain clan members should stay out of my business if they know what's good for them.

Xue yang: exactly.

Mo xuanyu: team dimple will deal with them.

Yao: I really don't care about Hanguang Jun's reaction to me adopting Jingyi.

Su she: poor child is like a young me. Looking up to Lan zhan, but not being recognized by him.

Yao: oh my.

However he and Rusong will be treated equally.

Mo xuanyu: even though we like Song'er more than him.

Xue yang: we're Team Song'er too.

Su she: we can't change.

Yao: guys why are you so savage. *laughing*

Stop. Favoritism isn't allowed here.

Su she: yes Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: ok Yao gege.

Xue yang: Song'er is savage just like you.

Yao: mn.

Su she: Huangdi, would you teach Jingyi the collection of turmoil? Only Song'er and I know it.

Yao: and it will remain like that. I'm not teaching anyone else.

Su she: whew! That would have been a disaster if someone else knew how to play it.

Yao: I know right.

Yao: team dimple, do you remember that thing we made with my enemies and threats.

Mo xuanyu: of course Yao gege.

Dage should watch his back.

Su she: it's Zixun we can and will attack.

Xue yang: while guangshan is a broke ass sack.

Mo xuanyu: sect leader yao should count his days.

Xue yang: and Huaisang should change his ways.

Mo xuanyu: these goons better count to ten.

Su she: hope that A-Yao don't come before his henchmen.

Yao: haha, awesome. Team d, we're so fabulous.

Xue yang: hell yea.

Su she: obviously.

Mo xuanyu: that's when we have a fabulous boss.

*kisses* 

Xue yang: you're so powerful. *lifts chin* aren't you.

Mo xuanyu: emperor guangyao has such a great ring to it.

Su she: it fits like a glove.

Xue yang: makes him sound more hot.

Yao: *smiling*

Xue yang: *kisses* Yao huangdi.

Su she: *kisses hand* emperor guangyao.

Mo xuanyu: *fondles A-Yao's thigh* you're really sexy.

Yao: guys stop.

Su she: *kisses A-Yao's dimple*

*the door knocks*

Trio: *gasps* how dare they!

Yao: *calmly* who is it?

Xichen: Xichen, A-Yao Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: lemme go answer him.

Su she: doesn't he have respect for team dimple and my Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: *opens the door* lipsy. Yao gege is busy.

Xichen: I know that A-Yao relaxes at this hour, xuanyu.

Mo xuanyu: can you come back another time, Lan lips. He's busy with team dimple.

Xue yang: do you want to make out with me instead. *wink* I promise I'll smell like Jiggy.

Su she: Huangdi doesn't want to be disturbed.

Yao: *sigh* oh dear.

Yao: *confronts him.* Huanhuan. *grabs his hands* what's up.

Xichen: just wanted a glimpse of my emperor.

Yao: *blushing*

Xue yang: you seen him. Now go sleep.

Mo xuanyu: it's way past your bedtime, Xichen.

Xichen: it's 8:30.

Trio: *dramatically gasps*

Su she: you think you're smart, Lan!!

Yao: team dimple. Behave.

Trio: *pouting*

Yao: come have some tea, Huanhuan.

Team dimple: *plotting in the corner of the room*

Mo xuanyu: I'm officially in my revenge era.

Su she: we should seek revenge on Xichen for snatching our A-Yao.

Xue yang: shall we chop him up?

Mo xuanyu: no. But we should give him a piece our mind.

Yao: *serves him tea*

Xichen: *sips*

*sneezes*

Yao: *laughing fondly* Xichen, are you ok?!

Xichen: I'm fine.

I feel like someone is talking about me.

Yao: it's not team dimple for sure.

Team d: *pretending to be oblivious*

Xichen: lol. A-Yao. *rests his hand on his* I'm so happy for your family and empire. It's beautiful just like the patriarch. And that patriarch is non other than you

Yao: thanks, er ge. And remember, you're part of the family too.

Xichen: that's the greatest fact.

A-Yao, I assure you that Jingyi is very intelligent and talented but a bit mischievous.

He sometimes finds it hard to obey rules, hence if he does, I'll like to apologize.

Yao: don't be crazy. You don't need to apologize for anything. Yi'er is a marvelous addition to my family.

And he's young. He doesn't have responsibilities.

Xichen: mn.

I, I love you, A-Yao.

Yao: love you too.

Team dimple: *counting to 9:00pm*

Xichen and A-Yao: *looking into each other's eyes*

Xichen: *kneels and puts A-Yao's hands in his*

any plans for tomorrow, Huangdi?

Yao: same state affairs, and hopefully I can spend time with my sons.

Xichen: marvelous! You're so brilliant.

Mo xuanyu: 6....5....

Xue yang; 4.....3....2

Su she: 1! It's 9pm. Goodnight Lan lips.

Xichen: ugh, why are you three so entitled.

Mo xuanyu: no reason. And we love Yao gege.

Xichen: *kisses A-Yao* go get some rest.

You have been hosting a lot. *lovingly grabs his hands*

Yao: mhm. Goodnight er ge.

*kisses*

Trio: *staring at Xichen, while being jealous*

Xichen: goodnight team dimple.

Mo xuanyu: goodnight. And goodbye. Don't come back.

Xichen: oh my.

Mo xuanyu: sorry. I'm feeling horny for Yao gege again.

Yao: *shakes his head*

~~~

Next day!

Rusong and Jingyi were on their way to meet A-Yao, who had just finished state affairs.

Jingyi: Rusong, my staff is so cool! I feel so pampered!

And they're so good at martial arts. Are yours like that as well?

Rusong: yep. All staff who work closest to us know how to fight.

But lower servants are unable to. And the cool thing is that some of our personal staff look like they don't know martial arts and cultivation. Tricking theopponents.

Jingyi: that's so smart!

Rusong: our staff also have their personal weapons, other than Swords.

Mine would use razor guqin strings, A-Die's staff uses the same, as well as music cultivation and blinding powder, yours maybe use guqin strings too, and Nainai's would just use the katana, illusions and talisman.

Jingyi: your hulijings are top tier.

Rusong: keep that between us.

Enemies think they're harmless.

Jingyi: dude, can I see your guqin strings.

Rusong: *pulls it out of his sleeve and stretches it* sure.

Jingyi: *astonished*

Rusong: A-Die says that if I cultivate some more, I'll be able to store it in my body like him.

Jingyi: he could do that?!!!!!

Rusong: duh. He pulls it out of his wrist.

Jingyi: does it hurt him?

Rusong: A-Die got used to the pain.

Jingyi: woww.

Lemme touch it.

Rusong: no don't. It's really sharp.

Jingyi: have you attacked anyone with it?

Rusong: of course.

No one can mess with the hulijing Dianxia.

Jingyi: mhm.

Rusong: now let's go meet A-Die.

~

Meanwhile, A-Yao was finishing up on some affairs.

Yao: yes. I'll definitely get back to you with the reports. 

Huangdi, Zixun is still passing messages while still under house arrest. We believe he's communicating with sect leader Yao.

They want to get back at you.

Yao: why can't this man stop conspiring.

Sources had revealed that sect leader Yao had snuck in and gave him some device which had fox spirits trapped inside.

Yao: I'll have my sons pay him a visit, and set him straight.

Taizi Dianxia will free the hulijings as well, and Yi'er will fight whoever goons that sect leader Yao brought there.

Right huangdi.

Yao: where are they anyways? I want to spend time with them.

Fuying: I'm sure they're on their way.   

To be continued~~

[06theloser]

TMNT 2012 OC IDEAS

hakdvdskhsn, it's 2 am I have to clear my floors Cuz I guy is coming over to power clean all my carpets and I start work at 12, HOWEVER I HAD A TOILET THOUGHT. OKSY SO 3 2012 TMNT OCS, main one is a 17 year old half Japanese half Columbian boy. Stay with me here. HIS LITTLE SISTER, okay? SHE AND A STRAY CAT SHE FOUND ON THE WAY HOME FROM SCHOOL, GET INTO AN ACCIDENT WITH SUM MUTAGEN AND BOOM! TWO YOUNG CAT MUTANTS. the sister is 8 and the Stray cat is about 4. They both come home to the grandparent and the older brother. Lots of panic, obviously. The next day big bro is round the back of the school om the phone talking to his alma about how to take care of them, CASEY JONES over hears, offers to help, bro doesn't trust at all and leaves. Casey goes to tell the turtles, Splinter and April back at the house and April offers to help Casey get rhem to help. Splinter tell them to get the girls to the house.

NEXT DAY Casey comes back to help him and April is with him. Bro accepts it reluctantly because although Casey seems cool, April passes him off. Casey and April take the car to the house, then drive the three siblings to the house, bro is being very protective and hold the girls close the entire car ride and even after they arrive. The three meet the turtles and Splinter. Immediately bonds with mikey and respects Leo and Splinter, doesn't trust Donnie one bit after seeing hiw he acts with april and refuses to speak to either April or donniw the whole time. Constantly keeping his guard up around raph and hold the girls close but is more relaxed around mikey and Splinter. He talks to Splinter, Leo and raph while mikey and Casey show the girls around and entertain them. Accepts splinters offer to leave the girls with them and visit on weekends, and the grandparents will know about their safety but skip out on their new carers being mutants too to keep everyone safe. Raph, and april are forced to promise to not speak to or teach the girls anything and donnie is only allowed to talk to them when teaching them all due to the brothers first impressions of them. And they are not to be taught combat only self defense. Those were the conditions the brother insisted on until he further interacted with them himself. Everyone but April agrees and respects this(Raph is reluctant but obliged after the brother explained it was mostly temporary until the brother knew them all better)

Casey takes him home after saying his goodbyes and tell the grandparents the girls were staying on a secluded farm on the other side of the forest with a middle-aged couple and their 9 year old kid. He lied and said the couple has taken care of a similar case until the mutant decided to live on his own in the wild somewhere. Idk something believable along those lines. T he brother becomes friends with Casey and helps him at school, and Casey drives him to and from the house to visit the girls.

He eventually warms up to donnie a little bit and Raph by a lot. He himself talk to donnie about science stuff and mechanics with Casey but donnie still isn't allowed to interact woth the girls outside of teaching. But Raph is as long as Leo isn't with them and he cannot lay a hand on anyone besides threats infront of the girls. He still hates April and April quickly hates him back, causing a passive aggressive "I hate you but I'm gonna smile anyway because it's polite and I'm too mature to fight you" relationship with donnie. Bro insults the ugly ugg boots off of April but she never comes up with a good come back and Raph teams with the brother and him up everytime.

Casey was really conflicted with his friendship with the brother and April even after he moved on from April, but that later changed after Casey dumped the whole Love triangle story to the bro and the bro explains how she's way too toxic and should try and softly hint that to donnie bc the bro can't get through o donniw even if he wanted to. Casey understands himself better now and sees how bad April actually is as a person.

The Stray Cat is eventually adopted to idea of being the baby sister and now is considered family to the other cat mutant and the human bro. All three are super close and the girls get excited whenever their bro cokes by on the weekends. Whenever there's mission or an emergency the bro gets called and he stays with them at the house or the girls are either taken back to the bro and grandparents if the house is under attack.

After the donnie atom split, April is banished from the team entirely and the bro basically replaces her role and visits every day he doesn't have work. He and the girls learn to use European style swords instead of Japanese weapons because grandma used to be a swordsman and fencing instructor. Bro also uses guns. He aint fvcking around

[bdbdhdjdhdh]

Crimeblind Episode 1

"Crimewatch, but we're blind,"

"Wah lao, today no customer, sibeh bo liao," The shop owner sighed as he rested his head on the table stretching two hands across it.

"Aiya what you expect, we are selling drinks leh, today rain so heavy, who want to buy?" His co-owner didn't even bother to look up from the intriguing newspaper headline he was reading.

"Yeah but we no money liao, liddat cannot sell anything then how?" The first owner decided to reason some sense into his colleague's bochap self.

"Aiya, today is so peaceful, please just rela-" He was attempting to calm his colleague down before getting rudely interrupted by the sudden arrival of a new variable that totally contradicts his statement-and it's a sound-

"CNB! STOP!"

The two men sprang up immediately with full energy as they eagerly awaited to watch the good show that would come with the sound.

Surely enough, a teenage-looking youngster who is definitely high stumbled into the shop running away, eyes red on drugs and hair standing on end like he's had it blown at for 3 days straight.

Shortly after, a few POLIS officers run after him like mad dogs and quickly cornered him and then pinned his desperate, can't-find-a-way-out self onto the wall, and then saying the classic lines,

"I'm Senior Investigation Officer Ahmad Bin Muhammad. Are you Hakim Bin Yusof?" said by manly daddy Ahmad dressed in tight police officer clothes to show off his muscles as he hotly kept his criminal pinned against the definitely jealous wall.

But then, ah, with what a twist of fate, the criminal dared to ask a true question of pure defiance and mockery,

"Bro Ahmad? Seriously? Wow, that's definitely the most original Malay name I've heard, DEFINITELY not the most steoreotypical Malay name ever, yeah sure sure sure," He avoided the question and instead chose to scoff and mock his arresting officer's name.

"Just answer the damn question, yes or no, no need to say anything bad about my dad's choice of name!" Daddy Ahmad quickly retaliated his insult...by choosing to forget about it and get the offender to shut up. Not very wise.

"What? Offended? Bah, I bet your girlfriend's name is Fatima or something..." He mimed spitting slightly against the wall he was still pinned up against, clearly attempting to anger the officer in front of him.

Or, rather, since his back is turned towards the wall, behind.

"He doesn't have a girlfriend..." A female officer who appears to be his subordinate corrected his mistake by rubbing salt further into his wound.

"SHUT UP!!!! HAKIM! AND JENIFFER! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ANYWAY, MY NAME REALLY IS AHMAD, WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?" Wah now he really lost his cool liao and about to go crazy with all Hakim's (ok ngl good) roasts.

The female officer, apparently named Jeniffer, obviously kept silent due to the fact that she did not want to lose her job.

The criminal, however, decided to push his luck a tad bit further by even starting to comment on his bodily appearance,

"Bro you're short as hell man, you look like...what? 163 at most? How old are you bro, I'm 15 and definitely taller than you bro," He even sneered and smiled the criminal's sexy (not so sexy in this instance) smile meant for laughing at the 'foolish' police officers. Apparently not so foolish in this case considering they caught him after all.

"SHUT UP YOU DELINQUENT! WELL GUESS WHAT, I DON'T ACTUALLY NEED TO ASK YOU FOR YOUR NAME, IT'S JUST A FORMALITY, YOU'D BETTER COMPLY OR I'LL LEGIT SNAP YOUR NECK RIGHT NOW!" Wah, now it really doesn't sound like an empty threat with how much his eyes are flashing anime-ultimate-power-reveal.

"Ok ok fine fine fine, I'll go back with you, ok? Happy now? Mr. Short Ahmad?" Hakim complied, but still dared to make one final prod at his arresting officer's self esteem.

"SHUT UP!!!!!!"

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*in the interrogation room*

"Let's make this quick, Hakim, the more I have to stare at your face think I might legit go mad at this point, so PLEASE I BEG YOU JUST COMPLY," Ahmad already had his buried deep in his 'praying-formation' hands, begging for the criminal to be lenient on him. Without context some might even mistake Ahmad for the criminal, begging for leniency for his imprisonment sentence. Well actually there isn't much of a difference here.

"And what are you going to do? Beat me up?" Hakim, despite being at a serious disadvantage right now and being already caught in the interrogation room, practically having his fate sealed, decided to test Ahmad's true limits.

And those true limits weren't were very sustaining.

With him absolutely losing his cool and surprisingly grabbing Hakim's neck by the hand with his utmost strength and pressing his fingernails so hard if he went any harder Hakim would have started to bleed.

With fierce glowing red eyes, and a strong, firm grip on the offender's neck, he uttered with hot daddy vibes,

"Yes,"

And only now was Hakim deeply regretting his past actions of mockery and insult of Ahmad-when he 's being held at the equivalent of gunpoint and the threat of, in Ahmad's words, "You better comply or I will ensure you have a humiliating fate worse than death,"

"OK OK OK OK OK, cheel dude, relac a bit, I'll talk, I'll talk," Hakim instinctively backed up and put his hands up in the air.

Ahmad backed down and put away his claws somewhere safe.

"So, where did you get the drugs from? That...835g of heroin...and I bet there's more, huh?" Ahmad, now finally able to properly being the questioning, questioned with that same bochap look on his face.

"From my dealer la! Then you think what?" Walao eh, even now he still want to tok kin kok, like to play play.

Of course Ahmad's eyes flashed that ominous green again as he glared fiercely at Hakim, daring him to try his luck once more.

"Ok, ok, I call him East Coast but I don't actually know his real name, I only call him that cos we always meet at East Coast," Hakim finally decided to cooperate and provide proper, nice, perfect, useful, good, whole information.

"Ok, good, keep that up, then, what does he look like?" Ahmad is finally not resorting to violence to get his way, nodding his head in peaceful agreement while typing away on his laptop, noting down key information.

"I dunno, he always wear a mask and sunglasses when he come to collect the money, but he should be slightly taller than you, and looks Chinese," Without even being asked, Hakim willingly, added on to the convict description.

"Good, very very good, did he say anything to you about a large batch of incoming heroin?" Ahmad, now burying his head (figuratively) in his laptop instead of his hands with confidence now that he's no longer being roasted.

"Ah, that one ah...I cannot tell you, sorry," Hakim was doing well at first, but then he suddenly realised and decided not to snitch on his fellow drug dealers.

"Ah...well that's ok, if you don't wanna snitch on your fellow criminals, we'll have other ways to tell...including...whether you've been lying or providing false information all this while," Ahmad decided to eye him a bit and give him a slight warning before deciding on how sealed his fate should be.

"Nope, you already have a way to tell anyway, it's still death penalty for me anyway, so win-win, huh?" He smirked a bit, much to Ahmad's annoyance and constant sighing of the paperwork he would have to finish.

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"Well, at least according to what HE said, if he's trustworthy enough, should be somewhere in...'a party' near East Coast," Ahmad, now dressed in a plain clothes attire, adressed the issue to his subordinates.

"Sir, we waited until sundown just for this so-called party, it might not even exist and is maybe even just a distractor while the real drug deal happens elsewhere, what if we just head back and not spend any more time in...*visible shudder* East Coast anymore?" Jeniffer who had insulted Ahmad before was back, and...appears to have some irrational fear of...East Coast...

"Aiya whatever lah, just get this done and over with, intercept the goods, interrogate the minors, write up some report, and then everyone can go back home and have a nice dinner with your non-existent family ok?" Ahmad tried his best to convince the crew to stay and get the job done, much to their already-bochap faces.

"Ugh..." Jeniffer sighed again, now regretting her choice of signing up to be designated to Ahmad as his partner for this case.

Ahmad turned his back away from her lamenting her fate as he took a closer look at the strange affair that caught the corner of his eye-a party inviting quite a number of teenagers into a small seaside cabin.

Pretty odd, huh? Why stuff so many (at least 50) people into a small cabin that's definitely only the size of a 5-room HDB flat?

UNLESS THEY'RE DOING SOMETHING SHADY IN THERE THAT THEY'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO LET PEOPLE KNOW...

Ahmad turned back to his partner and making a head-bob signal in the direction of the suspicious cabin, signalling for them to investigate.

The female officer nodded her head in agreement before taking down notes in her notebook-wait what who still even uses a physical notebook in this day and age?

Anyway. They strolled over slowly and cautiously so as not to arouse suspicion, taking in anything and everything that so much as thought of going into that cabin.

"Hang on, sir and madam, I'll need to see an invitation first, eh?" He stopped the duo while lowering his sunglasses in order to better take in their appearances.

"Oh, right...uh...about that...we're just here to see East Coast here, could ya just at least let us see him if not letting us in? Hmm?" Ahmad asked with a wide, threatening smile plastered on his face.

"No can do, sir. You either hand the invitation over, or you go home," The man dressed in a full black suit and black pants replied.

"Ah, well..." Ahmad chuckled to himself before going full-on beast mode, eyes glowing ominous red like he had when dealing with Hakim.

"Listen here ah, you better let us in ah, or I will rip your throat out ah..." Ahmad made the same glaring look you'd get when your Asian mom sees your full-of-Bs report book.

"Aw, what are you going to do, sell me insurance, huh, insurance agent looking guy, lost for words?" The invitation checker began to mock him even blatantly than Hakim ever would.

"So you're not taking me seriously, ah?" Ahmad asked once more to decide on whether this man before him was dead or super dead.

"Oh no! Mommy's gonna find me with a useless FWD insurance package when we don't even have cars! Weh weh weh!" He started talking in a high-pitched child-like voice, bringing his hands to his eyes in an attempt to mimic a little kid crying.

"Wow, this guy...oh, it's ok, just don't regret it afterwards, mister," Ahmad sighed and shook his head in more frustration and annoyance than anger or even fear, taking his hand off his hips where he had it placed it earlier.

"Huh, what-" A single confused stutter could be heard before Ahmad placed his hand on forcefully, absolutely dominantly, on his face, eyes closed, big evil smile on his face, and finger over his lips like he was some cross between an ang moh mum who gives in to her kids all the time trying to get them to shut up while st the library and an evil Disney villain about to reveal his entire plan to the hero to let them escape instead of just killing them directly.

Then suddenly, BOOM-well, not literal boom, but almost everyone had to hear some variation of a boom in their minds-he snapped open his eyes like some anime opening protagonist and absolutely MELTED his face off.

Like absolutely MELTED.

As in ice-cream, very-hot, melted-in-the-sun, MELTED.

Well, maybe not grotesque and graphic enough melted, as in face-just-liquified-and-melted-away, but disturbing enough to be on the wavelengths of someone-burning-to-death-but-you-can't-see-the-flames.

Thankfully, Ahmad didn't melt away his entire face, and still left a bit of distinguishable humam features-two eyes and a mouth-but almost melting away and about to fall off to reveal the epidermis of the blood vessels underneath.

He then raised him up in the air slightly, still grabbing him by the now-melted face, and then threw him off with a slight flick of hand as he tumbled on the ground, gasping for breath and reaching for a mirror or any reflective surface only to be horrified by what has been done to his face.

"Relax, it's not permanent, you'll heal" Ahmad tried to comfort the almost-about-to-cry-like-a-baby-invitation-checker...oh, wait, if only he actually had eyes and a working, functioning tear duct he could actually cry out of.

"What the hell just happened? Did his face just melt? Like WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED DUDE ANSWER ME!" Jeniffer was now going as crazy as both Ahmad and the invitation checker.

"Nah...you don't need to know...anyway, let's continue on, shall we?"

"What-sir, you can't just melt someone's face and then tell me I don't need to know whatever the hell just happened?" Jeniffer demanded to know what happened, stepping forward to block Ahmad's way when he moved on.

"Move aside. We have important matters to attend to," Ahmad sighed with frustration (and possibly whatever caused him to need to gasp for breath just now), demanding as well that Jeniffer move aside.

"Nuh-uh, unless you t-" She put her hands on her hips and stood her ground, dictating that Ahmad explain the full truth to her, leaving not a bit out-however, Ahmad had other plans, immediately forcing his hand onto her face like he did for the invitation checker, possibly threatening the same.

"Listen, if you don't shut up right now and help us catch East Coast, I will do exactly what I did to that guy to you, with zero hesitstion," He snarled menacingly.

"Well, I don't believe you'd let me go if I had dead proof now you did something to me," She, while on the threat of expiration, still dared to push her luck just a bit more.

"Oh, I have other ways to instantly heal you...although the pain can be continuously inflicted if we can also continously heal..." Ahmad clicked his tongue while in deep thought, looking away and avoiding eye contact.

"Oh...anyway you probably wouldn't, right? Performing that melting magic trick just now, you hesitated to in the first place," Jeniffer tried to negotiate her life and made a good point of her observations.

Ahmad said nothing, turning and continuing onward.

Stumbling and losing balance just like the invitation checker had (except, obviously, that her face wasn't being melted), Jennifer quickly came back to her senses and dashed forward to meet up with Ahmad who had already calmly strolled down the corridor leading into the main room in that time.

He had waited for her before stepping into the main room, to reveal a wondrous spectacle...in a rather congested room, several young men and women, partying and dancing away to a rock and pop music blasting over the radio, even an alcoholic bar selling drinks people could have a nice drink at.

Now the problem wasn't even all that. The problem was that alongside partying, drinking, and dancing...it appeared that they were...well...doing something a CNB officer would find suspicious and worthy of investigation.

"First things first. Don't talk without my permission, just look like my escorting guard," Ahmad sauntered over to the counter of the drinks bar and ordered some random drink on the menu, with Jeniffer quickly catching up with him.

"Hey new faces. Suppose you don't want to try any of our...unique recipes, huh?" The bartender hinted as he slided Ahmad's drinks across the counter.

"I'm not interested in whatever you have to offer. I'm just here to find a man by the alias if East Coast, so if you could point me out to him, that would be delightful," Ahmad muttered loud enough for the bartender to react to what he just said.

"Well..." The bartender sighed, "How many clouds did you spot today?"

Ahnad upon hearing that question, groaned in exasperation and set down that drink he ordered that he had been examining, being careful not to drink something unknown served in an unknown bar-for he knew that that had to be a security question posed in the case of police infiltrators...like right now.

"Of course, as always, nosy police officers storming into this place, thinking they can take on all of us, well guess what, I'm East Coast!" The bartender quickly pulled out his gun stashed away in a hidden compartment, sucking on his cocaine-cigar-filling-candy-thing.

By then, after hearing the clicking sound of the leader's gun, everyone had stopped everything they were doing to stand by him-the music had stopped, no one was dancing anymore, everybody stopped drinking...well, at least those sober enough to...fiercely glaring at Ahmad, surrounding and attempting to establish dominance over him like you would in your typical gang fight.

Ahmad calmly continued to sit there, eyes downcast, as if waiting for the oppurtune moment to strike. Meanwhile Jeniffer looked like she was scared out of her wits despite knowing just how strong Ahmad was in that last incident.

"Of course, I would just like to know how you managed to get past security, tho," East Coast commented, curious to find out how anyone could pass their seemingly impenetrable security system.

"Oh, it's simple," Ahmad answered, daringly looking dead in East Coast's eyes, "I melted his face."

"You...what?" East Coast, caught off guard, asked a simple, innocent question, but was completely thrown off track by a sudden forceful grab of his face and human facial features...by a rather strong hand...radiating dark energy...

That hand, with one flick of a finger, flung him all the way to the other side of the bar counter, destroying quite a bit of the counter itself as well.

And that hand belonged to...Ahmad! Surprise surprise!

Ahmad, now emanating some form of abyssal energy off his body, his eyes shone bright omnious red, just like when he had interrogated Hakim-except much, much brighter. Even his hair was flowing even with no wind, just like a Disney princess.

Distraught upon seeing their leader down so easily, some fled while some attacked Ahmad, while some chose to surrender themselves.

With a snap of his fingers, Ahmad created abysmal giant hands thet effortlessly pinned down anyone who dared to flee, slamming against the walls those who tried to attack, and trapping those who willingly surrendered, pinned on the floor all the same as everyone else.

All the while Ahmad was slightly levitating above the ground, same dark energy radiating, flowing black hair, ominous glowing bright green, expressionless look on his face.

By then everyone had been defeated by his giant energy hands, pinned down and just waiting to be released...in jail...

Except for...East Coast, being the one to suffer probably the least damage considering he was taken out early in the fight and didn't need to face Ahmad's giant energy hands.

Despite having the best possible option to surrender and maybe stand a chance at pleading for a lesser sentence, attempted to completely escape prison altogether as he reached for his gun he left on the counter nearby, hoisted it up and aimed at the head of the floating man...no, whatever Ahmad was now...and fired.

And it was only then that Ahmad descended from levitation state and, just as the bullet was about to hit him, put two fingers together and covered, then deflected the bullet back to where it came from...thankfully, not into the head of the person who fired it.

Now seriously frightened by the true potential of Ahmad, East Coast struggled to flee, exactly what the rest of his partygoers had made an effort to.

But Ahmad thought not. As East Coast dropped his gun in fear and ran in the opposite direction as fast as he could, Ahmad suddenly surged forward with a rush of dark energy, dashing to be right beside East Coast, and continuing to follow as he ran until he realised, while Ahmad casually put his hands up behind his head and chasing the convict calmly.

After a while, it must have been that he grew tired, and with another flick of his wrists, summoned yet another giant energy hand to imprison East Coast and keep him pinned to the ground.

"Wait wait wait please please let me-GAHH!!" were his last words before getting stomped on and held down by Ahmad's giant energy hand.

"Bro relax, it's not even that painful if you stop wiggling," Ahmad descended once more and informed East Coast that his struggling was futile in an eloquent, educated manner.

As soon as his feet touched the floor, anything un-human about him disappeared and vanished without a trace-his abyssal aura, his onious glowing green eyes, his flowing hair...all gone, such that without all the giant energy hands pinning criminals down you'd think he did everything without any magical help at all.

"Uh...yeah, sure sir, I'll help you clean this mess up," Jeniffer ''uh...ed' her way out of this awkward situation, albeit by giving herself more work to complete.

"Good choice," He spat out two positive words of encouragement.

"I need to be somewhere else right about...now. Can you manage here?" Ahmad regained his composure, dusting the filth of his shirt.

"Um, ok, sir..."

"Don't bother me...I have places to be..."

"Uh, sure, sir...whatever you say..."

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"Rai..." Ahmad walked over to the hospital bedroom the girl he addressed was residing in, comfortably reading a book on the table near the bed, conveniently leading the bed empty.

Black, nicely braided hair, in a nurse's uniform, and eloquently sitting.

He sure didn't hesitate to make himself at home, rushing to lie on the bed.

....But of course he got the important business done first. Pulling out a paper card from his suit pocket, he handed it over to "Rai", who received and examined it ever-so-carefully.

When she was done reading it, all Rai did was throw it (respectfully, of course) back at Ahmad who had covered his face with the pillow and was lying on the bed comfortably, getting ready to sleep.

"Whatever, I don't care, just make sure to summarise it for the boss," said Rai, who then apathetically went back to reading her book.

Who even knows what was written on that card...

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Ficlet: Beneath The Blue

Mermay isn't over and people enjoyed Part 1, so here's some more...

Rhett has a bit of a gambling problem.

No, that's not quite right. More like a gaming problem. He likes games. He likes the rush of winning and it's not so much about money as the thrill of nailing a dart on a bullseye or getting a hole in one or - well - being right.

He really loves that one. Trivia, guessing games, riddles - lucking out on the right answer or just knowing it, always makes him feel fantastic. He's had marginal luck in his life. With basketball, with singing, and now - with his new current career - fishing, but games?

Rhett's always mastered those, rarely ever a loser. But the thing is, to do those things, he tends to have to use cash as an entry to play, thus - a sort-of-not-really gambling problem.

And winning in those kind of situations is also a problem, because, after some time - it tends to attract...attention. And usually the bad kind. Recently it was very much the bad kind, because he was at The 101, engaging in his normal play only to be snatched up by some very rough looking characters.

Ones who took him into a backroom and decided to skip right over the 'broken knuckles' threat and jump right into the 'you're going to go sleep with the fishes' threat.

To be fair, they probably went quickly into the decision once he started fighting back. Rhett's not much of a brawler, but he's a big guy and that in and of itself can create...issues. Especially if his temper is up.

Long story short - Rhett's bit of a gambling problem led him to being clonked over the head (more than once, matter of fact) and taken out to sea. His last real memory before hitting the water was that he'd been amazed at the boulder they'd found to attach him to - where had they gotten such a huge rock from? A landfill?

Not that it mattered - rock, rope, and Rhett all went overboard and into the deep. Rhett tried not to hold his breath, to struggle enough just to get loose, but, in the end - he'd been lost.

Except he hadn't been.

He'd awoken to find the setting sun bathing him in golden light and, above him, an angel. Because only an angel could have such eyes. Eyes as blue and deep and mysterious as the sea he was supposed to have died in.

His throat ached from damn near drowning but he'd still managed to ask the angel for his name. And he'd gotten it.

Link.

But then the angel had turned, vanished, and Rhett had seen that - while he was right about his mythical savior - he was not at all right about what kind.

Because Link had a tail.

A fish tail.

One as sparkling blue and captivating as his eyes and he'd disappeared into the surf so fast, Rhett began to question his sanity.

Had he imagined it all? The entire experience had been traumatic as heck - maybe it was just a coping mechanism for his mind? But then, far out, he'd seen a head appear above the waters.

Seen it and a shy wave and he'd waved back, because what else could he do? He wasn't dead and he wasn't crazy. He'd been saved. Saved...by a mermaid (merman?) named Link.

Which leads to now and his camping out full time on this small rocky stretch of lonely beach. Rhett made sure to check in with the local marina, see if it was okay for him to dock his tiny fishing boat, The Bluegrass, nearby. And 'nearby' was about a mile or so away, because this bit of land is pretty unoccupied and small.

...the perfect place for a merman (mermaid?) to drop off someone they saved. And, hopefully, return to? Rhett's not sure - honestly, this whole thing might be a fool's errand, but either way - he has a tent pitched and is waiting.

Waiting to see if Link returns.

Night after night seems like a failure. Still, Rhett doesn't mind. He can be patient. His last haul (fish-wise, not gambling-wise) earned him a considerable amount, so there's no harm in waiting.

Still, as he sits here now, the sky a lovely lilac as the sun dips low beneath the horizon, he can't help but feel like time's running out. Honestly, what did he expect? For Link to return and want to...what? Be best friends?

The person...creature...per-creature? Did what he could and Rhett should just be grateful and move on. But there was something about him...and those eyes...and that voice...

Rhett cracks open another can of soda, takes a deep sip when he hears it. The water's waves have become almost a white noise at this point, so consistent, but this...this is different. Just a little splish. Or splash. Or whatever.

And it's close. He puts the can down and quickly surges to his feet, looking out intently over the water and then he sees it. Just the top of someone's head. His head. Dark wet hair and blue eyes behind...are those glasses? And Rhett can't see his nose or anything else, but he can see enough to cry out, "Hey!"

The head rears back, sinks some, and Rhett feels a surge of panic, not wanting to lose this opportunity, "No! Wait, wait! Link! I-!"

The head stops, goes still. Rhett continues on, desperate for this to continue, "Please...don't go."

He doesn't.

Bolstered, Rhett continues, hoping he's heard, understood, "I...I just-? You saved me."

Link simply blinks.

"Thank you."

There's a bobbing in the water around him and Rhett's pretty sure Link nodded. Rhett edges just that little bit closer, "I...I'd hoped you'd come back. Not only so I could thank you, but so...um...maybe-? Maybe we could-? Could talk-?"

Link sinks a little more again, but Rhett can still see his eyes and, as long as he can see those, he feels okay, "I mean...you-you came back. Right? So-so maybe you'd-? You'd like to talk too?"

Link's head disappears.

Rhett feels his heart break. But then he notices that the water is moving. There's a rippling, the kind he sees when fish swim close to the surface. As if to punctuate that thought, the broad tip of a blue tail rises up and out, pushing against the waves.

He's swimming closer!

Rhett resists the urge to hoot in delight, to pumping his arms in victory, as Link pushes forward and, on the next movement of water, he surges upwards - his whole head visible now.

Link's entire face is nice.

A strong jaw, a good nose, a very fine mouth and yeaaaah, Rhett doesn't want Link to swim off, so he's going to do his very best not to focus on that mouth too much as he says, "I'm-I'm Rhett."

Link licks his lips, dips his head shyly, "I'm Link."

"Y-Yeah, you-you said..."

They both just sort of eyeball one another, both clearly unsure of what to make of the other. Of how to proceed. Eventually Rhett does, "So, ah, you're-? You're a mermaid?"

Link's eyebrows rise.

"Merman?"

"Just Mer," Link clarifies, "Our kind doesn't really attach those bits on the end there."

"Really?"

Link nods, "Humans came up with that one."

"Oh? We-we did?"

Another nod, "Back when we first used to come across one another."

"...take it that doesn't really happen now?"

"Not really. No."

Another awkward silence falls. Rhett scratches at one cheek, struggling for something else to say when Link blurts, "You're hairy."

Rhett lowers his hand and - much to his own surprise - he bursts out laughing. Link colors some and he gives a bashful smile and okay, Rhett said he wasn't going to pay too much attention to that mouth, but it's hard when it's so danged cute, "Yeah, yeah I am, brother."

"Bro-ther?" Link repeats and it's clearly a word he's unfamiliar with. Rhett beams, "'Brother'. We use it for family members. Y'know, the boys born from the same Momma and such. Can be a term of endearment too."

"Oh..." Link seems pleased with this and Rhett grins, "You got one?"

Link's eyebrows knit together and Rhett explains, "A brother? Or-or some other family or-?"

"I was spawned from another Mer. She came to shore to give birth to me."

Rhett's eyes grow wide, "You-? You were born on land?"

Link nods, "Most of us are. Mers walk between both worlds more often than not."

Rhett lets that one wash over him even as Link comes closer. Rhett can see his tail better now. It's amazing. Glossy and sparkling blue, the scales tightly knit. Rhett's first reaction is wanting to touch it but he quickly shutters that idea - recognizing it as beyond rude. They've just started talking to one another, for goodness sake!

Still, seeing it rest against the wet sand of the shoreline is tempting and seeing it move, more so. It slides and slithers, but in such an enticing way. Rhett moves a little closer, foam teasing at his toes as Link looks up (and up) at him, "Hard to talk at this level..."

Rhett realizes he probably looks like a giant at Link's angle, the Mer practically lying at his feet, so he lowers himself down until his butt hits the sand, crossing his legs at the ankles, "Better?"

Link nods and Rhett does a bit of a wiggle backward to avoid getting his khaki cargo shorts wet. There's an amused smirk around Link that says he recognizes that action. But of course he does - Mers, apparently, can traverse between land and sea.

So, Link is probably aware of how clothing works. Has he ever worn clothing? Come to the shore? Rhett wants to ask so many questions, but isn't sure what's appropriate and what isn't, but Link beats him to the questioning, "Are you a fisherman?"

Rhett lets out a strained 'Ah-?' as he immediately realizes that the true answer will no doubt insult his new acquaintance, but, again, Link beats him to the punch, "You've got the attire for it. Flannel shirt, baseball cap..."

Rhett frowns, "You think fisherman have a particular attire?"

"To my recollection..." The remark makes Rhett chuckle again, unable to help himself, "'Recollection' - you sound so danged southern. Just like me. I was born and raised in North Carolina."

Link beams, "That's where I was spawned! My sire came from the same location. Not all Mers are from the sea. Some reside in lakes, rivers - any water deep enough to conceal us, but a lot of us return to the ocean, considering its the biggest body of water."

Rhett lets that sink in even as Link again asks, "So, you are a fisherman, right?"

"Um-?"

"It's okay if you are," Link assures him, folding his arms and resting his chin there, "It's not really a proud profession amongst my kind, but it's understandable."

Rhett's lips twitch from side to side, "So I'm not, like, catching up your friends or something?"

Link snorts, "What - you think we talk to them?"

"Heck, man - I don't know how it works," Rhett lets out a peal of nervous giggles, getting the idea that Link is teasing him. Link returns the laugh and Rhett relaxes as a realization settles in.

Whether or not Rhett wants to admit it, he did want Link to return. He wanted him to return and be his friend and it appears that that is indeed what is happening.

It's happening and Rhett couldn't be any happier.