#how did i do?

[run-little-hero]

“I’m sorry Villain. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I love you.” Hero presses a kiss to their temple, situated on Villain’s lap. “I know this isn’t what you pictured when you stole me away. You’ve suffered because of my mistake and I hate myself for every ounce of pain I’ve caused you. I hate every moment we have to hide and I hate more that I can’t do anything about it.”

Barely a whisper. “Villain, you’ve entered my life and filled my heart so completely that I can’t imagine breathing in a world where we have no future together. I will become someone deserving of you, as you’ve become my heart, entirely.”

Hands move across Hero’s back and they both rock quietly in the chair. “You have no need for apologies, my love. I’ve never regretted our meeting, or our secret. Not for a second. You must know this is not only your burden. You are not alone.”

“I’m sorry,” Hero confesses to the crook of Villain’s neck.

“I trust you.”

“I-”

“Through everything, we are devoted to one another. And if all my hardships have amounted to this moment, I still wouldn’t deserve the love you give me.”

—

snippet #1

[jgrills]

Smoking with Hobie!!☆

tw: smoking!!!!

tw: also, this is my first fic so...

(Spotify song i got the idea from)

(Also you guys don't have to listen to the song, cus it might not fit)

I made the blunt/cig smell good because I can????

If you take inspiration from this and want to include it in your fic/headcanons, just let me know before you do!!🗯

☆☆☆

The strobe lights, the applause, and the screams of the crowd fill your ears. Even from the nearby curb, you hear the appreciative shouts from the crowd as the electric strums ring out.

Shortly after, Hobie comes outside, his electric guitar slung over his shoulder, holding something in his hand. You were already zoning out, but you could see it was a..

Cigarette..?

Or.. a blunt?

Hm..

You see the skinny shape, the smoke coming out the end.

(Whatever you want it to be here : cigarette/blunt)

He comes and sits by you, the glow of the traffic lights echoing on his wicks, the amber color glinting.

He smiles at you, turning (your favorite color), his piercings shining in the moonlight. He puts the cig/blunt to his mouth, and exhales a circle.

"is it fine..if I..?" he's asking if he can blow smoke into your mouth.

You nod, and that's all he needs before blowing a heart in your face. Your look of surprise makes him laugh.

It smelt..good?

Like a faint..smell of vanilla..?

You brush it off and lift the cig/blunt, you blow one out.

It's a heart.

Wait.

It's a heart?!

You look towards Hobie so fast, your neck aches, but he's laughing his ass off. You give him an embarrassed/irritated look.

You look at the pack cover.

"(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ = "Blowing hearts!!"

Oh.

OH.

You punch his shoulder, also laughing with him. The laughing dies down, and you both relax, watching the cars and people go by. He gently cradles your face, looking into your eyes, he leans in.

You lean in too..

Nope.

He suddenly peppers kisses all over your face, his lipstick making imprints on your face, the coldness of his piercing making you shiver, and making butterfly kisses on your neck.

"Hobie!" You squeal, moving away from his kisses.

"What?" He murmurs teasingly, pulling you close, moving to the side, to take another puff of it and blowing a heart at you, you blow one back, and both of the hearts fuse and disperse in mid-air. He pulls you even closer, if possible.

"Love you"

"Love you more"

@chessbox, fics can be translated (ask first), I don't allow my content to be posted on wattpad/tiktok/youtube without MY permission.

-This is my first fic, so criticism is allowed !!! (Just don't be rude about it)

-Love you guys !!! ☆⌒ヽ(*･､*)ᶜʰᵘᵘ♡

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #93

Project R AU but instead of it being all of them at once, Danny's made from specific robins or bats or whoever you chose/whoever's DNA the baddies can get their hands on.

Imagine the fresh hell Tim and Jason would go through if they had to co-parent. The difference in parenting ideologies alone could be awful but I think they could probably work it out. Yet you could also imagine if Tim has to coparent with Damian.

Danny may or may not be trying to subtly escape and is thwarted each time by an oblivious bat who doesn't even realize he's trying to do. Up to you if Danny's de aged or not.

Just think of the chaos.

[chocohoshi34]

[10:35pm]

Strong hands holding your thighs apart, heavy breaths and your sweet moans echoing loudly in the dim lighting of the bedroom, harmonizing with the lewd sounds of your dripping pussy.

Jeno is between your legs lapping and sucking at your sensitive clit with vigor, further driven by the ever-raising pitch of your whines and the subtle arching of your back.

“Are you getting close, princess? You gonna cum for me, hm?”

You squeak out a small ‘yes’ and rapidly nod, moving your hands down to grasp at his silky hair, shoving his face harder into your needy cunt. You feel the pleasure building up to its peak, his warm mouth moving quicker against you.

With labored breathing and a broken cry of his name, your face twists in ecstasy as you finally cum, releasing your juices all over the lower half of his pretty face.

Once you’ve come down from your high, Jeno removes himself from between your trembling thighs, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Such a good girl.”

[ardberts]

ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴇᴍᴇᴛ-sᴇʟᴄʜ. ᴀsᴄɪᴀɴ.

[agentlizardofowca]

super serious and real call out!!

""The Phineas and Ferb fandom is so peaceful, there's never any drama"" @alex-travaganza UM YEAH SURE! OF COURSE THERE IS NO DRAMA!! BECAUSE I'VE BEEN KEEPING MY MOUTH SHUT!!!

YOU! HAVE DONE ME A GREAT INJUSTICE 😠😠😠

You say you looOOoOOoved 'Better left unsaid?' then WHY didn't you leave any fucking kudos on it?? Fake friend, fake fan, not even the real Dan Povenmire!

😭😭I can't believe you'd hurt me like this

[glitziinova]

Drew like a dark, fucked up version of my art style haha. Just a glimpse into my dark reality.

[the-white-soul]

*LV rises to 20 from rage*

I’m done letting them harm innocent monsters

time to let of the thermonuclear beams!

clover:

HP:100/100

ATK: 48 (30)

DEF: 24 (22)

*the level seems like it will lower soon*

(Kara) "Well, maybe if you keep that up, we'll have a chance. Anyway, Toriel? What are we doing?" (Toriel) "I'm introducing you to the rest of the gang. Just because we're at the beginning of the war doesn't mean we can't make friends. Over in this room, we've got Alphys. She's been playing every Persona game since we got out of the Underground, and now she's on the 4th." (Alphys) "I can't believe they are warning us about war." (Dess) "How the hell did you find that out? You've been on the same boss for an hour." (Alphys) "I look at my phone while playing my game." (Kara) "What's your relationship with Undyne?" (Alphys) "So far, we've just been dating. She does most of the planning after I picked the wrong diner once and beat myself up over it. YES, I BEAT THE BOSS!!!" (Kara) "Do you do anything besides from game and go on dates?" (Alphys) "Of course. I also watched anime." Kara slaps their head so far it hurts their eyes. (Toriel) "Alright, bye. Well, one room to the left, we have Mettaton's room. Right now, he's just posing." (Mettaton) "Oh, don't I look fabulous, darling?" (Kara) "Well, I guess…" (Mettaton) "Shh, you don't even need to finish that sentence. Why are you here, though? You must all be one of my fans. Do you want an autograph? I'll get a pen." (Dess) "Will you just shut up!!!" (Mettaton) "Now that's not something we want to see. We want positivity. Look at this flower, wait…" (Dess and Kara) "They're a different Flowey!!!"

[toriagamez]

#BHM CAS Challenge Day 6: Hoochie Mama

[wrixie]

[modeus-the-unbound]

First Elden Ring OC, the canon compliant one.

Yvelt, she is a Big Beefy Woman, olive complexion and 6'2. One of Hoarah Loux's tribe (refuses to ever use the name Godfrey without saying it like the most foul insult) and feels he betrayed her and their tribe after returning to The Lands Between (TLB) as a Tarnished. She starts as the Hero class and thinks Melina is weird/mildly untrustworthy.

Gets the Spirit Caller bell and in a moment of smartass teasing, refuses to say she is able to summon Torrent. She enjoys getting a rise out of this tiny woman. She doesn't recognize Ranni from her time in TLB before being sent away since she looks so different and is calling herself Renna. She progresses through the game normally, slaying Godrick and finding Rennala to be a pitiful sight. Then she finds Ranni and learns of her identity, she doesn't put much stock in an Empyrian reduced to a literal puppet. She turns down her offer to serve her and leaves for the Rahdan Festival.

She sees a woman in a church, heavily infected with scarlet rot, on the way to it. She recalls how this pox managed to harm even a demi-god like Malenia and feels empathy for the poor woman. She learns of the Unalloyed gold needle and goes through the process of retrieving it and then implanting it into the poor souls flesh. She leaves before the woman awakens, satisfied she did a good deed.

She is excited to battle Rahdan...until she sees him. She raises the spyglass to her eye at the top of the elevator to his arena. She recalls how he was talked about by his soldiers before the Shattering war, the hunched over figure is nothing like what she was told of. The sight of him eating his own soldiers corpses like a rabies infected dog sickens her. She kills him and moves on with hate in her heart.

She begins to truly hate, with a burning passion unlike before. It would be easy to aim it at Malenia, for doing this to him and to Caelid...but she aims higher. She recalled how the Stormveil castle looked prior to her departure. She recalls how grand and lively the streets of Leyndell were...and she begins to hate whatever god sent that damnable Elden Ring to this world!

She doesn't know how but she ends up in front of a massive door in the bottom of a makeshift tomb within the city. She pushes them open and see's the Three fingers. She eagerly welcomes their embrace, yes...let chaos take the world, Let Chaos Take The World! She gleefully goes forth to kill anyone who would slow her ascent to the mountaintop. Until she spies a red haired woman, she recognizes her. It's the woman from the church. She wants to approach and introduce herself, but something takes a hold of her. She goes mad for a moment and hits the redhead suddenly with a haphazard swing of her axe. The woman doesn't even have time to scream. She swings a few more times until she spies the Unalloyed Needle sticking out of her mutilated flesh.

The madness passes and leaves her alone with the corpse, this disturbes her. This...isn't what shs wanted at all. She didn't want to be controlled like a puppet...like a puppet. She takes the needle and races as fast as she can upon Torrent to Ranni. She begs Ranni to allow her to serve Ranni's goals of removing the influence of the outer gods from TLB. Ranni sends her underground, to retrieve a dagger. One forged from a dead god. Over the course of helping Ranni, she learns from Blaidd how to resist the madness of the Three Fingers. She becomes Ranni's most loyal retainer, and after injecting the Unalloyed Needle in a place outside of time, she becomes Ranni's Consort.

She doesn't see the irony of her relationship with Ranni after that. She is too focused on smashing her former tribe leaders head into the rubble. (And maybe cheering for joy when she realizes she is on the recieving end of Hoarah Loux's infamous power bomb) The way her loyalty and willingness to bend the world for Ranni, to destroy anyone in her Mistresses path and how it mirrors the path Hoarah Louxs walked with Marika, eludes her. She takes the mantle of Elden Lord in the name of her Mistress, following her on the cold dark path she treads.

Tldr, Hero class beefcake of a woman. Former member of Hoarah Loux's tribe. Goes down the Three fingers path out of resentment and bitter hatred at first, but then uses the Unalloyed Gold Needle to become free. Falls in love with Ranni. The end.

[the-knaves-world]

This life and our next

Lilia x reader, I needed angst. GN!reader

This was new but hope it's good enough!

In the rubble of the mirror chamber, amidst the screams of your friends and the tremors of the aftershocks from the dragon form of malleus' overblot, lies a body.

A body with long black hair and pale, lifeless skin and dull raspberry red eyes. A bloody smile and the forms of a found family mourning.

"Lilia! Lilia please, don't leave us!" You cry, heart pounding so hard that your chest aches and your breathing is harsh from the tears that flow like the stream that Lilia showed you, where he proposed.

"My Dove, don't cry. I hate it when you cry, my love." Lilia brushes his hand across your cheek, hoping that what warmth his body has left is enough to soothe your tears, for now.

Silver tries to hold back his tears as his father and his stepparent say their final farewells. "It was an honor to be your son, Lilia. Thank you for everything. We will never forget you." Silver knows if he speaks more than this, he will fall to pieces. Silver cannot cry yet, his stepparent needs him.

"Lilia! It has been an honor to train under you. Thank you for the years you've given us!" Sebek is audible over the screams of the teachers and other students.

Sebek looks so very fragile. You have never seen your boys look so pained. Not even when lilia would cook dinner.

Brushing your lips over lilias temples, nose, cheeks and finally his lips, you whisper "I know you have lived for so long that asking for you to stay any longer is selfish but..." You hiccup through your tears and finish your sentence.

"Please stay with me. With us. We want more time with you. I haven't gotten to walk down the aisle to you in your tux yet. We haven't gotten our first dance as a married couple yet. We deserve more time, my love."

You brush your tears to see him clearly, you want to keep him alive in your vision, your memory, as long as possible. Pressing another light, fluttering kiss to his lips, you feel him getting colder.

"I want nothing more than more time with you. I waited so long to find you. I had more love with you than I have in the past 500 years." Lilia squeezes your hand with what strength he has left and whispers. "I will find you in our next life, no matter what it takes. My dove, take care of yourself. I love you more than the stars."

Looking over to his son and his unofficial child, he calls out weakly. "Look after them silver, it seems I have nothing left to teach my sons." With a weak chuckle, Lilia closes his eyes.

"The stars are beautiful, my dove. Just look up and see my love for you painted over the night sky."

Lilias' chest has stopped moving and all that remains in its stillness is the sobs of his family that will never truly recover from their loss.

~Some time later~

Everyday was a struggle with grief. Little by little things like breathing becomes easier. Things like cooking and joking about him becomes happier.

"Don't burn the Mac!" From silver followed by a sarcastic "I'm not ya father, Silver. Mac 'n' cheese is safe with me." Brings laughter that isn't fully drowned out by tears or sobs anymore.

Tucking your boys into bed had become a new habit since their fathers death. Yes, even the king of Briar Valley gets tucked in.

Walking out onto the backporch and sitting down to marvel up at the stars. Lilia was absolutely right about the view in Briar Valley. He would have loved the new backyard too. A patch of lilies and forget-me-nots were planted along not only the sides of the house but all over the back fence line.

Looking up and seeing the stars that shine so brightly, he said he loved you more than the stars. "How could you love so immensely?" You whisper to the soft darkness of the valley.

You had made it a habit to come out to the backyard so that your sobs couldn't wake silver. You had made the mistake of crying inside once. Never again, the boys all came rushing into the room to soothe you. They were so tired the next day.

Letting your shoulders shake with tears that had long become silent, you feel the wind blow and brush against your cheeks. Raising your head and looking up to the blanket of stars that your bat loved so much, you feel warmth against your back.

Turning your head, you expect to see one of your boys or a royal guard that heard you step outside, there was no one. Just a lingering warmth that felt so achingly familiar. "Lilia...I miss you so much."

A warmth spreads across your cheek and swear you hear him speak to you. "In our next life, no matter what, my love." Your tears don't cease, instead they flow, just like that day in the destroyed mirror chamber.

"I can't lose you all over again." The words 'this isn't fair' repeatedly fall from your lips with such pain that the shadows seem to react to them.

And then...everything just stops. The shadows don't dance around you, the crickets go silent, the fireflies cease to glow.

The wind has even ceased to blow. That was unsettling in Briar Valley. The wind never completely stops, only dies down to a gentle breeze. Hearing no signs of life is rather disconcerting.

Looking up to the stars and then to the garden, you stand and walk over to the forget-me-nots and see them gently swaying in the nonexistent breeze. You planted them for you and Lilia.

Warmth once more envelops your back, like it always did when lilia hugged you from behind. "Lilia, I take it you like them?" Laughing lightly through your tears.

"Lilia, I can't wait for you to find me again. Please, don't keep me waiting this long. Never again lilia."

Feeling the wind shift and kick up again you turn and you swear that you see his outline. His pointed ears only visible because the house is right behind him. You can practically hear his laughter, twinkling like bells on the wind.

Just like that, his presence was gone. You never felt him again.

~200 years later~

Walking out of university classes at the end of the day was an experience that was both joyous but also tiring. The joy of being done with classes but also the tiredness of having to walk the entirety of campus to get back to a somewhat loud dorm.

Ramshackle dorm, once abandoned and rundown, now thriving and dedicated to the human that saved the Nightraven College and it's students.

Once the worlds became traverseable for people that were not fair folk, Nightraven became accepting of students from the same world as the human from the history books.

Passing by the green and black clad students of diasomnia, you're reminded of the stories about the fae that had loved the human from your world. How their scream and sobs echoed through the damage of the old mirror chamber.

Silly old history stories that the new history professor this year loves to blabber on about. The rumor is that he was around 200 years ago. 'I doubt it, why would he want to come back here?'

Deciding on a trip to the new Cafe in town, you change out of the uniform and find a spot in your own little corner of the cozy place. When your order is called you make your way over to the barista and grab your order.

On the walk back you pass by a boy, your age if you were to hazard a guess, and you can't help but keep looking over to him. "Staring is quite rude, don'tcha know?" He cheekily quips.

Embarrassed at having been caught, your face warms and you feel the urge to bury your face into your folded arms. You hear the chair in front of you squeal and hear him plop onto the chair.

"Well little one, those were some seriously serious looks you were giving me." He leans his elbows on the table and puts his head on his hands with a certain smile.

"What were you thinking, hmmm?" The man has a deeper voice than you thought he would. Looking at him you feel a sense of deja vu.

"Have we met before little one?" The ache in your chest that always seemed to be there...loosened and then simply faded away.

"I don't think so but you seem familiar. Are you from around here? Or just here for college?" He laughs and it clicks.

Breathing in a lung full of air and feeling the tell tale tightness of your throat, you whisper "Lilia..."

Feeling him take your hands across the table and that warmth that always haunted your dreams. The dreams of a time that caused you to take the scholarship from Nightraven College in the first place.

"I said our next life. I meant it, my dove." Feeling his lips feather over your fingertips sent those shivers up your spine. "Welcome back my love. No tears this time."

This life will be a good one. One with years together, not just one.

Across the street stands a green haired crocodile and the black haired king. Happy to see their caretakers together once more.

"So, do you think that silver will be back soon?" "YOUNG MASTER?!" The laughter from the king of thorns and his father figure resound through the dusk of their new start together.

[nemmienimbus]

Some screenshot redraws I did :)

[mizufae]

explain to me the farscape

An earth man whose job it was to go into space went into space. But when he did many lights and sounds happened that confused him and he ended up somewhere very far away, but still in space and not on another earth sort of place. As the earth space man learned about where he was, he found some more people also in this place. There was a large hairy man, a calm beautiful blue woman, a small smelly man, and an angry beautiful woman. Because of some bad space people, they were stuck inside parts of a big space ship and they wanted to get out.

The earth space man learned more, and although it did not feel normal or nice, he found out that he was on a big space ship that was also an animal. Inside of the animal is another creature, who has many arms and legs and talks to the animal ship. The bad space people forced the many armed creature to make the animal ship do what they wanted. Together, the earth space man, hairy man, calm woman, smelly man and angry woman join together and free the many armed creature and the animal ship from the bad space people, who were very mad about this.

Even though the animal ship and many armed creature were free of the bad space people, there were still many problems. Some of them were: What do they do now? How does the earth space man get home? Does he even want to get home? Why is the angry beautiful woman so angry and can he maybe kiss her about it? Does the large hairy man want to dance and drink beer with the earth space man and be best friends or does he just want to yell and keep hiding things about himself? Does the small smelly man really have lots of money and people who follow him somewhere else or is he lying? Is the calm blue woman really more angry and mean than she seems? Why do the small metal creatures that live inside the animal ship make those noises? What is the meaning of life? What does it mean to be crazy? Is it okay to be crazy? Sometimes the earth space man thinks it is better to be crazy with people you love than it is to be not crazy without them. Sometimes he does not know who he is or why he is and sometimes this does not bother him. Also, many of the people are not played by real people, but that does not mean they are any less real than the ones played by real people. How much of yourself can you lose before you are no longer yourself? Does it even matter? Space is crazy.

[hazel-of-sodor]

Day 18-Demon:The Beast

Day 18-Demon

Other Stories

The Beast

Stephen desperately crawled under a truck as quickly as he could. Anything to escape that thing chasing him.

"Come out, come out little Hatt," It crooned. Its voice, an ear-aching shriek of twisting metal. "You know you can't run forever." The words were spoken in a mock soothing toon. 

Stephen stared at the beast from under the trucks. it vaguely took the shape of an engine, but one twisted and warped. Its smokebox was blank, a jagged hole stretched across, twisting and moving to form a jagged mouth. Within the maw a deep red glow could be seen, as if its boiler contained molten metal. Two burning holes were positioned inches above its maw, forming beady, hate-filled eyes. Every turn of its twisted and bent wheels screeched against corroded siderods. Flames licked through holes in the boiler, occasionally setting the beast on fire without it seeming to notice.

It stopped right beside the truck Stephen was hiding under and breathed deeply. Stephen held his breath, desperately hoping it couldn't sense him.

"I do hope," it spoke, "that you know hiding will do you no good." It slowly, ominously rolled forward, leaving the rails behind it glowing and twisted from the heat. "I have waited so many years for this. It is nothing personal, you understand." It purred, a grinding harsh sound that set Stephen's teeth on edge. "But you're dear Grandfather must be punished."

Stephen slowly began crawling towards the other end of the siding slowly, hoping to put some distance between him and the creature.

"I'm rather afraid you're just caught in the middle in this case." It paused its movements and Stephen froze and hoped the shaking trucks were enough to hide him. It slowly started forward again. "It is his fault you're here you know. I was once a normal engine you know. A proud North Western engine even, brought to help out during the war. I pushed the others hard, but they needed it."

The beast paused again, looking at a few trucks down the line from Stephen. 

CRUNCH

The trucks and Stephen stared in horror as the beast chewed the remains of the shattered truck before slowly, deliberately swallowing it.

"Ah, not what I was looking for, but filling nonetheless." The engine rolled forward again, but it took a long moment before Stephen found the courage to move.

"Yes, it is true I was harder on the island's engines than they were used to, but we were at war. Every extra truck they carried brought supplies to our troops, every coach of soldiers brought death to the enemy, and every van of medical supplies saved soldiers. I did what was needed, pushing the sheltered fools to their limits for our country, and what was my thanks?"

The engine chuckled, a dark broken sound akin to shattered glass. "I was sent away. Told my behavior was intolerable when everything I did was for the cause. When I was doing what the fool Hatt wouldn't do."

CRUNCH

Another truck disappeared within the beast's jaws. "That order signed my death sentence. The fools they gave me to didn't watch my water gauge, despite my warnings. It cost them their lives, and now I am stuck as this. Haunting the rails I once ruled. Hearing your screams from within my boiler will not even bring Hatt a tenth the pain I have felt...but It will have to do."

The beast reached the end of the sidings, and slowly began to reverse back along the trucks. "I must say I am surprised though. I fully expected the trucks to sell you out. Especially when their frames are on the line."

CRUNCH

A van gave a strangled cry as it was tore in half between the beast's jaws.

"We do not ally with Demons such as you." An old truck cried, and the others yelled their agreement.

Because I ended a few of your brethren." The beast, if anything, sounded amused. "Do you not regularly dash yourselves to bits for your own amusement?"

"Because you are an abomination, and have no place in this world."

The beast chuckled, "on that we agree."

Stephen crawls slowly out from under the last truck, hoping...

"Ah there you are, little morsel." Stephen turned and saw the beast was at the other end of the siding, its grin stretching from edge to edge, and suddenly understood it had known where he was the entire time. It was toying with him.

"Now far be it from me to speak so much of my mistreatment, without giving you a chance. At the end of that alleyway behind lies the docks, and freedom. If you escape me, I'll leave you be. I'll even give you a head start, just to make it fair. To the count of ten.

Stephen turned and sprinted for the alleyway.

"One."

The trucks roared encouragement.

"Two"

He shot into the alleyway.

"Three"

The alleyway was between two warehouses, long and narrow, with barely enough clearance for the tracks running through it.

"Four"

Stephen ran faster then he ever had before.

"Five"

As he ran he looked for doorways or anywhere to hide.

"Six"

There were none.

"Seven"

He pushed himself even faster.

"Eight."

It wasn't going to matter

"Nine"

 He wasn't even halfway yet.

"Ten"

He heard the shriek of metal as the beast pushed off, racing down the sidings. It reached the start of the alley in seconds, whistling tauntingly as it did.

Its puffing echoed down the alley. Quickly overwhelming the sound of Stephen gasping for air, as it raced towards him. Stephen dove to the side, hoping that maybe it would miss and buy him a few seconds

CLANG

The beast rocked back from the impact, dazed. Stephen looked up to see a wall of blue in front of him, a large golden number one shining in the dying light.

"Run Stephen!" Thomas whistled, and he rolled forward, charging the Beast with a whistle.

"YOU!" The beast roared.

Stephen took off like a jackrabbit, the sound of the engine and beast clashing ringing off the walls.

"How dare you stop me! You know what the Hatts cost me, Caomhnóir." 

Crash

"I know what you cost yourself. Stephen had nothing to do with it. How dare you harm a child!"

CLANG

"Its the only way to make Hatt pay, and I will do it, even if I have to go through you to do it!"

BANG

The tank engine fought valiantly, but he was outmatched, the beast was far larger, and the smaller engine was slowly but surely pushed back.

CRASH

As Stephen reached the other end of the alley, he heard the beast scream, "NO! He is mine!"

Thomas activated his lamps and the beast recoiled as golden light spilled over it, but its rage was stronger still. It leapt forward with a strangled scream.

CRASH!

Stephen dove to the side as he heard the sound of metal screeching along the rails. Thomas screeched past, tilting to the side, falling to the ground with a muffled boom as he topped over.

The beast emerged from the alley. Dark oil ran from its eye holes and maw, its buffers dented in, and across its front the metal was glowing, dripping and melting as if hit by a great heat. Stephen was vaguely aware of the dock workers running towards him in the distance

"I'll kill you!" it snarled, "I'll Kill You!" Its voice was rough and coarse, as if it had been burned. "I'll rip you to pieces, tear your crew to shreds in front of you!"

Stephen hesitated, knowing there was nothing he could do but loathe to leave the engine that had saved him.

The beast turned its burning eyes on him, "but only after you've seen me devour him, and know for all the Lady's power, you couldn't save him." Its tone was mocking and hateful.

Thomas's eyes opened, the iris completely golden. He smirked, "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

'Oh?" The best said smugly.

SLAM!

The beast was thrown forward as a massive blur of blue slammed into it from behind. He gave a whistle of alarm, which was instantly drowned out by a deep whistle of war.

The beast tried to push back, "get off of me!" It shrieked, but Gordon pushed him forward with a growl, past Stephen, past Thomas.

The beast surged back but he was against a foe every bit as powerful as himself, and it only caused him to slip as the mighty express engine pushed him onto the pier.

"NO! NO! I will not be denied like this!" It roared in rage, digging in its wheels. But the Pacific would not be denied. Foot by foot, inch by inch, he shoved the beast towards the end of the pier, and the waiting sea. 

It fought, snarled, cursed, and screamed. It melted the rails beneath it, and spit molten steel, but still number four's wheels turned ever forward.

Even the buffers at the end proved no match for the pacific's strength, splintering apart as the beast was shoved through them.

As the beast began inch over the edge, he snarled a threat, "this will not end me. I'll still be there waiting."

Gordon never spoke.

The beast gave a wordless scream of rage as the pacific dug in his wheels one last time, and let gravity take hold. The ringing cry cut off as it hit the water, a great cloud of steam and mist rocketing skyward as it hit. Gordon stared at the waves silently as the mist rained down on him, making sure nothing rose from the deep, before rolling back towards Thomas and the waiting Stephen.

[jinxneedssleep]

The Sheriff and The Princess

Jimmy was an unusual fellow; although many would argue that the word itself was inadequate in describing what type of person ‘The Sheriff’ was. No one knew exactly where he came from. Perhaps, that was part of his charm. The Sheriff had just always been there. Rebuilding a kingdom that had been destroyed; granting its citizens a home in the name of the “law”. That term has been something used loosely, as Jimmy is the law of the land, and he has a habit of second guessing himself. His citizens, however, put their outmost faith in him.

The winds in the Mesa had always been bad, hence why foreigners would nickname it ‘The Badlands.’ Not their most creative name, but it did carry some merit. Some days the wind would be so bad that some loose terracotta would be carried away. Such qualms made no difference to the Sheriff. He would return to the entrance of Tumble Town everyday, with the same smile plastered on his face. As he was greeting the children, the older kids began to whisper.

“I looked in his barn one day and saw 50 horses.”

“ I heard that he got his hat from a death match with the previous sheriff”

“He once apprehended thirty criminals all by himself.”

The more the rumors began to circulate, the more far fetched they became.

Princess Gem had not wandered out of her kingdom often. Her duties relied on diplomacy and honeycomb trade. Which is why she needed a partner to help supervise the recent mining expedition. With the Mesa’s recent rise to power, it would be smart to extend an olive branch early on. Wasn’t it true that the Sheriff could shoot someone from 10 km away? She wouldn’t know. She hasn’t met him yet. Albeit with a name like ‘The Sheriff’ he would have to be someone dangerous. Someone jagged with a bunch of scars-

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Ah. Jimmy, indeed, was not any one of those things. Something about watching him tend to kids was endearing; nonetheless, compassion could only get you so far when you’re stuck in a cave. She had not expected ‘The Sheriff’ to be as frightened she was, regardless she couldn’t wish for a better partner. No matter how chaotic the outcome proved itself to be.