#i got the hang of drawing tem again

[crystalmagpie447]

(ID in alt text) hgdyuhsjd

flowers 4 them

[dailybeastarsthings]

Chapter 6 - A Wind Of Change

The Grim Reaper and a distressed mistress were running quickly through the dark forest. As they were moving, branches and leaves kept brushing them wildly as if they were trying to hold them captive until the chasers would eventually reach and capture them both.

‘Why are they chasing me, Grim Reaper?’ the mistress asked.

‘Because you were supposed to have died three days ago” the Reaper said without even looking back.

Suddenly, the Reaper flung his sword and cut one of their chasers in half. The poor soulless demon let out a lifeless sigh before its death.

‘Water, Wind, Fire… The forces of nature all want you dead.’

‘Then… These entities are a part of them?’

‘Yes… This is a fight against fate.’

Our heroes were cornered. As the demons were closing in, the Reaper hid the mistress behind his cape to protect her. He took out his sword and looked their enemies in the eye.

‘Stay behind me. Killing you… is my job. Until then, I won’t let anyone lay a finger on you.’

And with that the Reaper lunged out to fight!

‘Okay, that’s it for Scene 15. We will now take a break’ said Sanu, the president of the Drama Club, shattering the tension into a million pieces. Sanu was a third-year Pelican student in Cherryton Academy. He was elected to be president just as he became a second-year but has known many of the members from way before. He used to be a background actor in many plays but never appeared again after becoming president. He always made sure to let the creativity and emotions flow freely in the club while maintaining its integrity and improving the relationships of the members.

‘What? Why, Sanu?’ Louis asked with audible dismay in his tone. ‘We’ve never taken a break in a rehearsal before.’

‘Oh… Well, it’s just going to be 30…’ he swallowed his words after seeing Louis’ expression ‘I… I mean 15 minutes.’

Sanu walked up on stage to Louis. He leaned close to him and started whispering.

‘You know, Louis, we’ve known each other for a long time now. I can tell that your movements are... how should I put this… a bit stale. Are you feeling well?’

‘Quit whispering Sanu. I’m perfectly fine.’ Louis replied. He then turned to the other members present on stage. ‘This performance is the most important part of the New Student Welcome Event. We need to show all of the new students the importance of the Drama Club, so we have no time to worry about our physical condition’ he said while he wiped the sweat off his forehead and neck with his towel.

Louis hanged his towel on his antler then bent over a bit, to rest a little. He turned his head towards the other students on the stage and glared at them with flaming irritation in his eyes.

‘Next time attack me like you mean it. I’m a deer as Adler, and you’re all carnivores, attacking Adler with the intent to kill. That’s what we are going to portray when we get on stage, so we need to be as fierce as we possibly can.’

Taking advantage of the break, Louis walked backstage to relax his foot a little. It was still sore and while the medications were certainly helping, the fact that he didn’t put on his bandages in order to avoid any awkward questions definitely didn’t help. He was in a lot of pain. He could feel his ankle pulsating, radiating the pain from the injury to nearby areas as well. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t.

‘Sanu is right… My movements are not perfect this time. I can’t put too much weight on my leg if I want to avoid any further problems. However, a perfect performance is expected from me, so I’ll give them just that. Even if it means that I’ll hurt my leg even more!’ he thought.

He suddenly heard Sanu’s voice.

‘All right everyone, break is over, we’re beginning from Scene 16!’

And with that, Louis put on his act of being completely fine and went back on stage to play his other part, Adler, the Grim Reaper.

***

Meanwhile, the stage crew was busy making the finishing touches on the costumes backstage.

‘What? A break from rehearsal? We’ve never had a break before!’ Dom said with surprise in his voice.

Dom was a third-year peafowl student. He was the leader of the Drama Club’s stage crew. Although he was a long-time member, he never had any ambitions on becoming an actor nor the president of the club. He was always perfectly fine with sewing costumes. He had great talent at it. His costumes always turned out to be vibrant and lively – and yet, comfortable. He had aspirations on becoming a fashion designer in the future.

‘Well yeah, but I haven’t heard all the details. Kibi hurried me because the boxes we were carrying were really heavy’ Legoshi said.

‘Yeah, but Louis is always excited when the performance is coming close. I can’t even imagine how frustrated he must have been’ Kibi, an ant eater member said.

As the conversation was going on, Kai’s face – who was directed to be part of the stage crew instead of the acting crew – became more and more red by the second. Deep down he was still sure that he should’ve been approved as Tem’s replacement as he knew the script by heart and had way more practice in acting than Zoe.

‘Damn it!’ he yelled ‘I was supposed to be rehearsing with all of them, not sewing in this dark place!’

‘Oh, Kai, I think you have a good sense of design. I’m happy that you’re part of the stage crew’ Dom said with a soft smile on his face.

‘Oh… Really? Do you mean it?’ Kai asked excited.

‘Of course!’

In the meantime, Legoshi was digging for some extra yarn in a box next to him, when he suddenly found a white and gold vest, which was part of Tem’s costume.

‘This is Tem’s costume’ he said. The others looked at him in surprise. ‘What should I do with it?’ he continued.

‘Well…’ Fudge, the red panda began ‘We can’t just keep it here forever, you know.’

‘Look, Legoshi, Tem is dead so it’d be creepy if we still kept it around!’ Kai yelled at him in frustration. Legoshi’s ears drooped.

‘Tem was killed and devoured by one of the carnivore students in this school’ Legoshi thought. ‘That is the biggest taboo an animal can commit in this world. That’s why none of the others want to dwell on that incident. There’s a bottomless pit of darkness lurking in this world. Now I understand the meaning of what Louis said. The meaning of why he is acting so fiercely as Adler. He must be the one, who is confronting the reality of that incident the most. He has the ambition to be the next Beastar, so he needs to take center stage in the world of carnivores and herbivores. I can’t even imagine the pressure he must…’ his thought was interrupted.

‘Legoshi! Legoshi!’ Dom yelled at him. ‘Were you listening?’

‘Oh! Umm… Yeah!’

‘You were spacing out again, weren’t you?’

‘Maybe…’ Legoshi said, while looking to the side. His ears drooped a little, too.

‘All right, well, we were talking about bringing flowers from the Gardening Club. I want to use roses as the motif for the final act and decorate the assembly hall and entrance, too. Look.’

Dom held up a drawing of what he imagined. It was beautiful. Large bouquets of red and white roses – ones with only a singular color, others mixed together to symbolize the two sides of the play, good and evil. It looked wonderful and grand – and Legoshi believed that it would’ve smelled amazing, too!

‘There should be plenty of roses in the Gardening Club, and I want you to help’ Dom said.

‘You mean… with decorating?’ Legoshi asked.

‘That and with getting the roses from the Club.’

‘Are you sure that I should go? I mean, this whole incident and all… I don’t want to scare anyone…’

‘I think you should’ Kibi said. ‘You’re a second-year high school student, so you ought to improve your social skills.’

‘Well, okay then. But you’ll have to come with me, too.’

The Gardening Club was a long walk from the Drama Club, since it was on the rooftop of a building at the other end of the school. While Legoshi had no problem walking such distances at high speeds, Kibi had to jog alongside him, if he wanted to keep up with him. By the time they were climbing the steps to the rooftop, Kibi was already exhausted.

‘Was it absolutely necessary for me to come with you?’ Kibi asked almost breathless.

‘Sorry, but I think the members would be scared to see a lone wolf asking for flowers’ Legoshi said.

There were only a few steps until the end. When they got to the top, they were greeted by a large green iron door. It had rust around the frame and near the doorknob. The building definitely had to face water damage a good few times.

‘I never knew there was a garden on the rooftop’ Legoshi said, while reading the sign on the door, which said ‘Gardening Club’.

‘It’s probably not well-known among carnivores. It’s a pretty plain club anyway. They rarely appear publically. They only sell flowers at events and festivals.’

As Legoshi was reaching for the doorknob, he became aware of a very familiar smell. But how did he know it? Why did he notice it? It suddenly sparked the memory in his mind. The smell belonged to the student he almost devoured just yesterday!

‘I have to get out of here, quick!’ he thought.

‘Wait, that smell is…’ Legoshi said but he was interrupted by Kibi.

‘Probably the flowers. Pretty amazing isn’t it! Well… let me just go ahead and open the door.’

As the door opened, a beautiful view of a thousand colorful flowers of all shapes, kinds and sizes greeted them. Under an arch near the entrance, a small white rabbit was holding a hose, watering the plants around the area. Legoshi recognized her at an instant. It was the rabbit girl he attacked. It was Haru. When she heard the steps, she closed the water and looked at her visitors.

‘Hello. Do you need something?’ Haru asked, smiling softly.

Legoshi was still in shock. His heart was beating fast and he began to sweat. He couldn’t believe that their paths crossed once again. But one thing was sure: he entered a place, which he should have never gone to. It was heaven… in hell…

[wowkishimoto]

Sakura in the delivery room naruto tea moms

You got it anon.

Naruto Tea Moms: part 3

(More on the way, I love all of these ships 😂😂 this is only poking some fun at them

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Karin: Ok one more push!

Sakura: !!!

Karin: Ok the baby is out! Congratulations. Hang tight while I find a towel and clean her up.

Sakura: What does she look like, Karin?

Karin: She has black hair.

Sakura: And??

Karin: And black eyes.

Sakura: Wait what?

Karin: … huh?

Sakura: Lemme see her.

Karin: *Gives baby to sakura*

Sakura: Karin, gimme the phone.

* Rings up Ino, Hinata, Temari, and Karui in a group chat*

Sakura: Nothing guys!! 

Hinata: …Nothing at all?

Sakura: Nope. Nada.

Karui: Who is this?

Ino: so…. you owe me 50 dollars then. But I’ll give you a maternity discount if you send a snapchat of your little sasuke jr.

Temari: Ino, your case was not much different though. Your son looks just like you. Except for the ghost skin from your husband.

Ino: I still guessed right though, spot on too. And at LEAST he’s got that- Oh look!! He’s drawing on the walls!! Good son, Aren’t YOU SO PRECIOUS!!! Ahuhjkedhjkh * takes a snapchat of it* Guys look, that’s Sai alright!

Hinata: Oh that’s adorable!!

Temari: Super cute, tell him Aunt-Tem-Tem said she’s so proud!

Karui:  Who are you people??

Sakura: HEY!! This was supposed to be about ME? Ino I don’t owe you sticks, so what if you guessed right? The next one will surely have my eyes or hair, based on Hinata’s luck.

SASUKE! Wanna try again on Thursday?

Sasuke: No, I wanted a small fam. 

Sakura: ….

Ino: Uh… ok you definitely owe me now.

Temari: Ino!

Hinata: Um.. everyone calm down! 

Sakura: SHANNARO!

Sasuke: What!/

Sakura: I thought you wanted to restore the clan!

Sasuke: Yeah I did! But not like this! At this rate, the clan will be 99.8% inbred, we’d be practically Hyuuga in the next 30 years- OUCH

Sakura: He didn’t say that, Hinata.

Hinata: What did he just say??

Sakura: Sasuke it’s important to talk about these things BEFORE the baby!

Baby: S..

Sakura: Oh look she’s saying my name!

Hinata: At least my clan still lives to this day!

Sasuke: It could be my name though.

Baby: Shannaro!

Sakura: Did you guys get that?? I’m keeping my 50 dollars, INO PIG.that’s my baby, yes it is

Ino: Fine, you deserve it.

Sasuke: No no, say Sharingan! Repeat after daddy, Sharingan! 

Temari: Have your baby say Shikatema too!

Sakura: No.

Karui: WHO IS-

Sakura: Ok, bye girls I gotta new mouth to feed. 

Sasuke: Sh-ar-in-gan

[atelophxbiia-blog]

💻 ┇⊰ ❛ @starstxff​ ⨾

Whatever the fuck Jae was doing to him, Jung-Su wanted it to stop. He could feel some sort of pull through his nerves, and if it was a pull to relax him, it was going the wrong way because Jung could feel his heart beat a little bit faster, and anxiety start to roll through his body. Maybe it was his unusual powers kicking in as a safety shield, but instead of relaxing him, he was much more insistent on getting out of the situation. His fight or flight response kicking in slightly, and his response? Fight, so his words had a bit more of a bit to them, and he gripped his fingers tightly in his lap. He wasn’t sure where this guy was from, but he wasn’t from KNPA, and he wasn’t human. That much Jung could slowly figure out. A smirk fell on his lips as he stands up, adjusting his glasses on his face. 

 Was it perchance the same people that went after his father? Even though a part of him yearned for death, he wouldn’t give without a fight. After all, what would all his training of been for? He had a bit of pride in himself to at least give himself a willing chance. He wouldn’t have put all those hours in for nothing. “Bullshit,” Jung finally responded. He made it purposeful to exaggerate his stare up to his eyes. He may be taller, but he was slick, and he could worm his way through this situation. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re not from the KNPA. Any idiot could tell. You literally don’t look like it, nor do you have a badge I’m assuming. I don’t know how you got in here, but you need to leave.” He was sure that was an empty threat and the other wasn’t going to leave at all. He supposed he only said those words to make himself seem like a badass in all the movies that he had listened to. He paused for a moment and chuckled bitterly at himself. When he was nervous, he supposed he talked a lot more than he thought. Was this his version of fighting? 

 “Or at least tell me why you’re here for me. If you’re here to kill me, make it quick. If you’re here for money, I don’t have any. If you want power, you came to the wrong person. And if you want someone to read your newspaper for you, well, it’ll be a bit harder, but I can do it for you.” Jung usually never talked this much. He kept much more to himself and offering only a few sarcastic phrases to the few people that he had engaged with. He had found that most people didn’t quite enjoy his rather sadistic sense of humor and tried to stir clear. There also was the guilt of feeling bad for a blind man. Some people didn’t like the idea of hanging out with him because they felt like they had to be someone other than themselves. They treated him like a glass ready to break at the slightest joke.

Only a few people made it past that round, and when Jung told them that he also had a terminal disease. Most people ran. Only one or two stayed, taking in his sense of humor, his sickness all while keeping attain of their personalities – something that Jung had always appreciated in other people. He knew everyone was different but some people were just so bland. They conformed so easily to the ways that people thought they had to be. Arguably, that’s what he was supposed to be, and that’s why he opposed it so much.  He didn’t want to become the person that he was supposed to be. He wanted to be someone different. He sighed again, sitting back down in the chair. 

 “Also make it quick, I have a lot of work I need to do.”

W E L L. this one is ( W O R D Y ) , isn’t he?

to be honest, jae's not all too sure what to make of all the B R A V A D O; the two of them had barely seen each other in passing in the past, let alone spoken to one another, so whatever the other's personality had been  B E F O R E  is  completely unknown to him. which is also when he recognizes that he has no clue whether or not the other is bluffing him right now. could he really  read  through all his lies, his disguise? or was he just trying to call his bluff to try to get him off of his back?

as he considers the possibilities, he continues to slowly run through jung-su's sys- tems—trying to  keep  his  touch  ( l i g h t ) ,  especially  since he could sense him TENSING up &&  resisting instead of relaxing. as he moves upwards into his head, though, he find himself meeting some [ RESISTANCE ] , but  not  the usual mental type. instead, he finds it  harder  than  usual  to  smoothly move through the nerves && with a slightly  creased  brow,  he  attempts  to  work  past it when he suddenly realizes—-

oh. O H .                                                                ( he's B L I N D )

it's a realization he purposely holds at bay && lets dawn slowly so that he wouldn't give himself away. but if jung is as blind as  he  assumes,  then there's no way that he can see a shift in his facial expression. then again, jae remains C A U T I O U S ; the other had been meant to be his genetic MIRROR && his powers were still intact. though, considering the fact that he had been scheduled for termination because of an unspecified terminal illness, maybe his powers had d e t e r i o r a t e d , too. the mere idea causes  a  wave  of  C O C K I N E S S  to  flow through him—but with a quick clearing of his throat, he forces himself to stay calm.

" here is my identification card, if you insist on  proof,  mr. myong, " jae says slowly, reaching into his pocket and producing a fake driver's license in a leather and plastic cover. in it were other proofs of identification, giving the case a bit of WEIGHT—per- haps just enough to trick jung. holding  it  out,  he  tries  to  keep his mouth but as a S M I R K tugs at the corner of his lip— " i apologize that there's no braille for you to read. I should talk to the department about making our ids more ACCESSIBLE."  

silently, he stands there  with  his  hands  folded  && allows jung to have his moment. frankly speaking, the more that jung spoke, the more information he was freely hand- ing over to jae, saving the time and breath for asking questions—two  things he finds himself quickly running out of, so he appreciates any shortcuts that can be offered to him. by the end of it, jae allows himself a small snort of amusement in response to the other's M A C A B R E humor. if there is one thing that the  two  of them clearly share at this point, it's their G A L L O W S humor when faced with ( D E A T H ) .

" i know it may be hard for you to believe, but you are safe in my care, " jae continues to try to assure him, allowing the easy smile on his lips  to slip into his words, trying to be as welcoming and unassuming as possible. " you  have  never been as safe as you are now. of that, i can G U A R A N T E E  you."

&& he tries his H A R D E S T not to, but an amused  laugh  flickers  through his chest. he waits for the other to sit down and he knows that this is the wrong move—he needs to stay friendly, he needs the other to come with him willingly, if for no other reason than because it will make things far easier. for the ( B O T H ) of them.

" do you hear that, mr. myong? " he asks, using the moment to  draw  the other's atten- tion to the silence that had settled over the office. && he lets it H A N G, lets it linger be- tween the two of them—lets it SINK in before he speaks again. " we  are the only two in the office. so trust me when i say that there is no work for you  to  get  back to. at least, not for now."

taking a step back, he leans lazily against a desk, resting his weight against it with a flat palm as he looks over jung—thinking about how he is supposed to be a reflection of himself. his ' what if. '

" maybe you would like to try again. " jae stands up straight  and  adjusts  his clothes, clearly mocking jung at this point. " hello, mr. myong. i am with the knpa && i have some questions for you."

[8humanchildren-blog]

(Place Holder Art until I can draw a new one)

(AU where Davis is Pan, and Zach is Bi. That’s my headcanon, don’t judge. Also, some of my SOULs will be in it so beware)

Hello, if you do know who I am, my name is Davis. After Chara came back from the trip, my friends and I continued on with our lives. We all stayed in the same school and such. Truth be told, I have a huge crush on Zacherie Williams, my friend who stole my heart after I met him.

I remembered this one time when I used to date Tina, who’s was and still my best friend. She and I hanged out a lot and such, it’s always fun being her friend/boyfriend. Mia and Zach got together too and it broke my heart. Tina was there to reassure me and yeah. She and I did break up later and such due to the relationship not working out and she has a crush on her adoptive older sister Mia.

Now, I’m going to high school. We heard about the school’s student council. There’s rumours that they came back to life from Mount. Ebott but, it’s not possible, is it?

“COME ON DAVIS, WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE!!!” Zach called me.

When we reached the school I saw Chara, Frisk, Carol and Wilson waiting for us.

“Come on, we’re going to be late for class.” Carol said and she gave Zach and I our schedules. We all went to our classes.

Well, until lunch time, we saw the student council president, Colin. It’s rumored that he’s from the time when there’s a bunch of terrorists and such too. I grabbed my lunch but, being the clumsy person I am, I tripped and fall over. People started to laugh at me but, I’m kinda used to it. (Sorry if he’s OOC)

Colin and his girlfriend Arianna walked up to me and they gave me one of the uniforms.

“Here, take this and go wear it before I take it away you gay faggot.” Colin said quickly.

Yeah, he’s against all of LGBTQ+. I quickly grabbed the uniform and went to the bathroom to change. The uniform was a little too big but, it’s fine.

–Tem skip to the good part–

I went to my locker and a love note came out of it.

“Dear Davis, You may not know me but, meet me after school at the courtyard. I have something to tell you. Sincerely (ME), You admirer." 

I don’t really recognize the hand writing but, I decided to go anyway. When I got to the back, I saw Zach over there, I’m not sure if it’s him or Colin, they kinda look similar. When I reached there, it’s Zach.

"So, you wanted to meet me here, what do you want to tell me.” I asked him.

Suddenly, instead of talking, he kissed me. On.the.lips.

I don’t really know what to do so I accidentally kissed back. He then pulled away and hugged me.

“I liked you for a long time. I was sad that you got together with Tina so I went with Mia. I never knew you were heartbroken until Tina told me about it.” Zach said still hugging.

“I like you too.” I replied red in the face.

Well, we then got together and I heard an applaud. I saw almost everyone at school was there and Colin was there too smiling.

(Please let Davis and Zach react to this. I spent a lot of time writing this)

*Pre reading*

Zach: The picture concerns me

Davis: *inhale* okaylet’sdothis

*Post Reading* 

Davis: oh my god my heart cuteness ty ;w;

Zach: 10/10 would read again .w.

[samby-chan]

Naruto Challange

Naruto Challenge I was tagged by @craziephase (thank you!!) Name your Favourite Female Character(s):  Temari, Tsunade & Anko. Male Character(s): Gaara (Duu!), Kankuro & Kakashi Team: Gai Sensei: Jaryia   Hokage: Hiruzen Sarutobi Kage: Gaara Village: Suna Akatsuki: Tobi and Deidara Jutsu:  sand tsunami Episode/Chapters: It's gunna be the wedding ones. Fight Scene: Gaara Vs. Lee Fanfiction: Don't read them myself. Story Arc: Chunin exam Filler: Don't really have a favourite OTP (explain why): ShikaTem the first time they fought I really thought they would get together XD NOTP (be nice):  I don't really think that hard into the thing that I don't like together. Crackship(s): None BROTP: gaalee, gaanaru... Gaara with anyone really XD OT3: sand siblings. Crossover Ship: None. Do you have any headcanons: Gaara and kankuro (after the Chunin exams) started to hang out more and more until they started to seem like real brothers. this meant Temari was left out of a lot of their get together/ missions. Tem ended up spending more time with the Kunoichi of the village which is where she gathered a nice group of girlfriends which she did not have before.

Are you happy with the ending? What would you have done differently? More or less: I really wanna scream "Neji survived somehow." but I think it would have really made his act meaningless. Instead of the Hidden, I would have loved to of seen more about after the war like how the villages coped with eh clean up and also how they all got back into the swing of life. the hidden are good from what I have seen but something more rather than the Boruto manga and so on the skip just seems to big (unlike the naruto- Shippuden jump of 2ish years.)

How do you feel about the new generation? Meh.. other than the canon couples and kids ( i take it as Gaara having adopted the kids.) that about all I have been bothered to follow. also Eh at the new art style.

Say something about your favourite character. Good and bad: I love Gaara's character development from being the blood firstie killer to the calm and collected Kage. when he talks it's more like a speech. like just of the top of his head type thing it just seems to be pre-planed a lot of the time. (now the wedding clip where he walks off camera seemed to be better as he was lost for words.)

What would a child between your OTP look like? How would they behave as parents? I think they got a 10/10 from me on Shikada's design.

Say something genuinely nice about your NoTP. Don't have one so can't say anything.

Say something negative about your OTP. I really think Tem did go OOC for the last part of the series.. and Shika was too shy / acting stupid also.

Is there any way you could be convinced to ship your NoTP? What would make you change your mind about the pairing? Not applicable

What makes you mad about the series? Nothing much, just some inconsistencies in plot and timeline.  (Same as CraziePhase)

If you could see anything happen in the series, what would it be? More Gaara and sand sibling interactions.   (again same XD)

What would you say to Kishimoto if given the chance? “I would love it if you would make an in detail book with info and drawings on each character. ( Naked Gaara!!!)

Now I tag: @livingdead666 @akatsukietc @gaarahugger @thelazyslytherin @spellfire01 @doodlingleluke (I know that’s more of your drawing blog but thought it fits in with the kank side of it.) 

[the-firebird69]

what???  cork says and trump smiles you know cork and he does and they do it together and it is our boy caa in the cross hairs tonight we made a special mix want to see Thor yes i would like to Zues and we hit him hard. he falls and goes up there and falls and lots stay here and eat and drink and get healthy to bring you down all teh way and insert into a museum.  no we said you go into it.  and we hung thier leaders and did it per our way, and we put them all into the museum here all all the macs and all the corks any that pop up in there aor out mostly macs.  tons of them. huge numbers now. and we haul them all in and cram all the museums full of cork and trump andmac.  tons of them all over the state, and other places thy turned into museums. schools libraries and more and we disabled them broke off certain bones and ohter.  no use and we used them up too tor out the guts.  and we feel it necessary to say we know and watch tem. try to fix tehm.  it is pointless they say start a fire and we hear how it went getting the ship up ok cork and mac and trump they are irate. and we see how mad oh boyyou got em for us sowe go back to the drawing board no we hit them here and all thier stuff and in dc as they fight. and tons fell. then all over and you know what they felt it and blab  again. over ando ver blab so we hit again. then i said this we need to go at it with strategy like work a construaction job and i agreed. i s and we hit them all over and then it worked. tons fell.  and weknow yo dont need to know but we are on it. we held the line and sucked them all in Galactus is off, no he is in nyc and will move to dc shortly and then down the line to raise the ship.  and it is huge folks and it will leave the city buried nad you like it  you only need a few. and we see you cork your a greedy moron andso is mac. we get the stuff use it and you dont shields will hold off most of the diamond lasers you try.  almost all. and we hear him the super collider but eh building not the thing and he is right it is like that. and we hear him again. bigpipes and foudn it true. your last one almost cork.  and he is upset and we hit you cork not thinkyour our stinky retard s friendok lol.  it is called deception.   and we tie him up now and we hear you. hang them all pile the pile up, over andover.  lets get an Angel or two here.  and we did Gu moved in. and he is in Tampa eating away and over in the south we do ok.  tons died today and we cleared out all zapped and moved.  we cordonnow.  and we hit all thier computers and teams.  tons died. we move now. and take ships up and need them now. not tomorrow and all if we can. we start with Kaiju and build  up and then to characters and some ;Angels they do well characters better and we hear him beter be straight and we will it is Galactus in nyc  and we know ok and it is a sign to them. they go ahead and are stopped dont get it complain and we hit.  they all. tons fall. we hit all night and hear you it willwork and we have it now we will rock and Europe got it and we see why....characters rose all day...and we see why. she helps nad it is true.... yes it is   Thor

https://www.nbcnewyork.com/news/coronavirus/grim-new-rules-for-nyc-paramedics-dont-bring-cardiac-arrests-to-er-for-revival/2356265/

[btp-yami]

Incarnate Jazz + some intense beats

(...my attempt at being clever failed here.) MORE INCARNATE JAZZ~ With growing tension and intensity cuz Madji cant frickin calm down for even a second.

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It was with the swiftest of turns that Noah managed to deflect a tendril aimed for his face, and a second directed at his chest was caught around his wrist before he burned it away with light magic.

Madji Qadir had shoved down the door of the Game Shop, shattering any glass and frightening away the few customers that were there before closing. Noah stood his ground, glad that at least he was the only “worker” present in the shop for the time being.

Noah glared at Madji, who returned his gaze with a loathing glare of his own.

“Such an impudent brat...!” Madji’s tendrils were keeping him hoisted in the air, body hanging rather limply while his head tilted to one side. “Where is Horus, Ma’at?”

“If you don’t know, then I’m not telling you.” Noah shot back, and within a second, shifted to release his power, wings spreading out and a sheen of light coating his body. “Now get lost.”

“Set doesn’t like lying, Ma’at...!” Madji growled, “Not if it’s from anyone but himself...!”

He shot another two tendrils at Noanour, the latter deflecting them after quickly summoning out his staff.

“Not lying, believe it or not.” Noanour replied in a snap, before his eyes narrowed. “Don’t know how I feel about that being your one moral hill to die on, though.”

Madji lunged closer, firing several tendrils at once and effectively cornering Noanour against the floor, the latter holding back a few with his staff while the others pinned his robes and wings to the floor.

“Enough of this...!” Madji snarled, readying two thicker tendrils, “Set tires of your interfering...! Your powers and barriers have meddled one too many times in Set’s plans...! If you really want to be a protector for Horus, then you shall DIE for him, just as Osiris!”

A blast of light struck Madji’s face from the Rod of Noanour’s staff, and with a well-placed kick to the jaw, Noanour hefted himself free from the tendrils, crouched on the counter top to glare at Madji.

“More like being murdered like Osiris, and if you really want that to be what you’re well-known for, I’ll have to burst your bubble.” He formed the Eye of Wdjat with his hands, eyes glowing white. “Force of Justice!”

The light made direct contact with Madji, and he yelled out from the burning effect it caused as it shoved him to the ground, destroying the tendrils - but he still managed to get back on his feet, summoning out a few more tendrils.

And Noanour huffed and remained crouched after firing the blast, heaving to catch a second wind.

Madji chuckled. “Feeling tired, Ma’at...?!”

“In your dreams!” Noanour flinched and fired off a couple blasts of light at tendrils.

Madji was able to weave around the blasts this time, and he chuckled as he sped over. “Weak, weak, weak--!”

He shoved Noanour against the back wall with a couple tendrils, and then whipped around to throw him out the front windows of the shop.

Noanour slid across the asphalt of the street, groaning, but then hurried to get to a knee as he glared at Madji.

“Extending your barriers for so long has drained you, Ma’at...!” Madji chuckled, moving out of the shop, hefting himself up higher off the ground. “You should have left well enough alone when Bast entered your territory!”

“Believe me, I want her gone...” Noanour grumbled, but glared back as he stood back up. “I would much rather go back to my normal life. But you had to make this personal, pal! And I don’t let anyone mess with my family!”

“Family...” Madji grumbled, and the area around his eyes darkened, as if his eyes were sinking deeper into his skull. “We are gods, Ma’at...! We are different from man...! We are more powerful...! Immortal...! Surely you know we are not normal by any stretch of mortal imagination!”

With that, Noanour couldn’t argue, only offering a small “Tch!” of dismissal, remaining ready to attack.

“Take you, for example...” Madji lowered himself enough to give him a crooked grin, “You claim to have family, to have a normal life, and yet you parade around as this Key to Light, and for what? To protect citizens who have no idea of what you do for them! All they see you as is a pretty face and a business man! Now tell me: what do you fight for?”

“You really don’t get what being a hero means, do you...?” Noanour drawled, before he aimed a tired glare at Madji. “That is normal for me. Being able to follow my passion, all while keeping people safe from freaks like you? I have a way better life than I did twenty years ago! Twenty years ago, I didn’t have a choice of who I could be!--I was forced to be a weapon, to be something evil and hurt the very people I call family. The minute I had free will again? You bet your ass I didn’t want to go back to that life! If I can choose what I want to do with this power, who I am as a person, then I knew immediately what my choice was!”

Noanour readied his staff, glaring at Madji. “I choose to use this power for good. I choose to be a good person. And I choose to protect anyone who comes to me seeking aid from monsters like you!”

For a time, it was quiet.

Madji stared at Noanour, grin having faded to a look of disapproval and annoyance. He gave him a glare, before heaving a bored sigh.

“Set simply cannot understand,” He muttered, aiming a glare, “How a being with so infinite of power could choose to waste it on the protection of mere mortals.”

“It’s not a waste if it satisfies the soul,” Noanour argued, eyes narrowing, “Tell me, Madji: do you feel satisfied doing this?”

Madji actually flinched, silent briefly, before flying into a rage - shooting several tendrils at Noanour - “SHUT UP!”

The abruptness threw Noanour, and he only managed to block one tendril, the other few hitting his shoulders and middle and shoving him against the asphalt, sending him several feet back against the ground before coming to a stop.

“Do not pretend to know Set...!” Madji snarled, coming up over Noanour and shoving the latter’s staff away. “You try carrying a presence that wards off everyone you come in contact with, causing the worst luck to befall those who cross your path, like a black cat!” His eyes narrow, “You claim to know hardship...! You do not know the meaning...!”

“I-I worked hard to get where I’m at now...!” Noanour got out, shoulders burning while he glared at Madji. “You can’t fight who you are, but you can change who you’re meant to be...! There are better things for you than this...! You want to kill an infant, does that feel right to you...?!”

Madji was breathing heavily, glaring down at Noanour, at a loss for words and furious about it.

Noanour’s eyes narrowed, gripping his staff tighter. “...I think I’m starting to understand. You have the power of chaos and disorder. You cause bad luck - you emit an aura of repulsion...because you think there’s not anything else to do with that power. You think going the same route as Set in ancient times is your only destiny.”

Removing his light-based mask, Noanour gave Madji a stern glare. “Madji...I was destined to be a weapon. Nothingness. Just a tool for a demon to hurt other people. That was what every part of my being had been made for. I choose to fight it. You can fight this darker power you think you have. Horus isn’t meant to limit your power - he’s meant to balance it.”

Madji flinched, backing away just slightly, but still kept Noanour held to the ground. The latter’s shoulder and middle wounds were starting to bleed. Although his eyes darkened, a tremble in his form, Madji brought his shoulders back, a bit of swagger returning to his stance.

“You think this isn’t something I’ve tried to fight?” Madji questioned in a low growl. “You think I haven’t tried having a better life than this for myself?”

Abruptly, he drew Noanour up - and slammed him back into the asphalt, drawing out a yell from him.

“This is the only way!” Madji shouted, hands clenching into fists as he drew out more tendrils. “This is the only way I can rid myself of this destiny! By removing the incarnates, by removing what Set had been targeting from the start. If I can kill Horus, that undying darkness from the past will die at last.”

He drew up a tendril, sharpening. “But I will still start with you.”

And then, a blur of gold and black leapt with a roar, shoving Madji off Noanour and biting at several tendrils.

As soon as he could get up, Noanour moved to his knees, groaning from the pain in his shoulders and gut; though the wounds were shallow, they were deep enough to bleed out to some degree.

Once Madji had been fended off enough to make some distance, Atem jumped back over to Noanour, circling him before standing between him and Madji in projection.

“Are you okay--?” He questioned without looking, ears flat against his furred head.

Noanour huffed, sighing as he nodded. “Y-Yeah, I’m all right...I-I tried, ‘Tem - he’s not havin’ it with me...”

Atem’s golden eyes narrowed, watching carefully as Madji recovered. “...I know. I heard. You tried, Noah. You gave him a chance. It’s his fault that he didn’t take it. Now, we need to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else.”

Noanour sighed, for a moment discouraged and saddened. Taking a deep breath, he got back to his feet, and replaced his mask from earlier as he righted himself.

“Right.”

[btp-yami]

MORE Incarnate Jazz~

Yeah thats the name of this series. I’m supremely enjoying how irritated Noah is XDDD

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Noah heaved a sigh of content as he sat cross-legged on the grass. With Industrial Illusions, the Game Shop, and whatever threat Catherine had warned them of (rather indirectly), Jessie pointed out how Noah had been very tense, almost all the time. Having it be pointed out directly, Noah specifically set time aside that day to sit out in the park nearby the house, and meditate, letting himself feel the energy in the air and flex his own (as discreetly as possible).

“Yeesh, no wonder everything reeks of your energy, Pretty Boy.”

Noah’s brows twitched, and he kept his eyes close. “Nope. You’re not bugging me today.”

Catherine, having perched herself in the tree above him, let a leg hang down as she watched him meditate. Her pink leather jacket and boots had been shed, so that she wore her tank and jeans alone as she sat on the branch.

She smirked at the top of Noah’s head. “With you flexin’ your energy that much, it’s a shock no other god incarnate has wandered into town wondering what’s up...”

“I am not dealing with you today.” Noah said again, shoulders growing rigid as he kept his eyes screwed shut. “I am relaxing today. You’ve thrown off my vibe enough already.”

“Aw...Messin’ with your groove, am I, Pretty Boy...~?”

“Yes.” Noah’s voice grew firmer, and he was no longer meditating. “Now leave me be.”

“Nah, where’s the fun in that...?” Catherine’s gaze relaxed, silent for a moment, before she finally watched him with something of a serious stare. “Actually...I came to talk, Pretty Boy. For serious, this time.”

“Not interested.” Noah grumbled.

“I think you would be. Ever heard of the god Set?”

Noah’s eyes opened at that. He looked off, momentarily wracking his brain, but upon drawing a blank, he looked up. “No, I--”

Catherine was gone from the branch. He arched a brow.

“He’s the Egyptian god of chaos, and disorder.” Catherine had hopped down to sit in front of Noah, startling him back. “Set was also the hated rival of the Egyptian god Horus, son of Osiris and Isis.”

Noah heaved a sigh at Catherine’s sudden reappearance, but at her words, he arched a brow. “Alright...And?”

“Do you remember what the big deal was with Horus, in Egyptian mythology?”

“Sure, he’s the symbol of kingship and is said to be directly related to the line of pharaohs.”

Catherine’s gaze became something tense, and serious. “Right. That’s why I’m here.”

Noah continued to arch a brow, disinterested. “Like most things you’ve said, you’ve completely lost me.”

She sighed in annoyance, taking a deep breath, before drawing herself up. She released the breath in an exhale, and the intentness of her green eyes was drawn out with the sun shining directly on her face.

“Let me tell you a lil story, Pretty Boy...” Her tone fell to a quiet, calm volume. “Once upon a time, there were two little girls without a care in the world, separated from their parents at birth and reunited with them later in life. One would come to find, upon turning eighteen, that she carried the heavy destiny of being the mortal incarnate of an Egyptian goddess she didn’t even believe in. Her sister was all too supportive, finding truth in how her twin attracted all the alley cats and could somehow jump from two stories and land on her feet. Well, one day, the girl finally accepted what she was, and told her parents and sister, outright. Sister knew of course, but the parents were surprised beyond belief. They, too, were supportive, eventually, but worried for their daughter’s safety.”

Catherine’s gaze fell off to the side, brow furrowing. “So, when some weirdo started creepin’ around, following her after school, trying to contact her...the girl’s father took her out of the country, leaving the sister and mother behind, with the promise that their whole family would be reunited.”

Her eyes narrowed into a glare. “...Then, one day, that same creep invaded the father and girl’s apartment, demanding she go with him. She refused, of course. Nobody ordered this girl around. No one except her father, anyway......and her father sought to keep her safe, and shielded her when this creep tried to attack her.”

Catherine’s head dipped down, and her voice grew incredibly quiet. “...She didn’t know what that creep did, but...one minute, her father was there. The next, he was gone.”

By now, Noah was rigid, eyes wide, heart aching in sympathy; when Catherine paused, he pressed his lips into a frown, and for the first time, he felt relaxed around Catherine.

She then cleared her throat, straightening herself back up. “So, the girl ran. And ran. And kept running, leaving the creep in the dust on her father’s bike. Until, at some point, she came across a new city. She’d never been there, but as soon as she was close enough......she felt...a sense of peace. A sense of...protection. Like this city had some sort of barrier that she knew would at least keep her safe. And as soon as she got settled somewhere, she started to research this creep that attacked her and her father. Along the way, she came across this other incarnate. This Key to Light.”

Catherine gave Noah a small smirk. “So, not knowing how to properly ask for help, she proceeded to bug the living daylights out of him. And his family.”

At that, Noah heaved a light, annoyed sigh, arching a brow at her again. After a moment, he frowned. “How did you know it was me, though? If you found all the stuff about the Key to Light, then--”

“Maybe whatever disguise you have on protects your identity from regular people, but me?” Catherine gave a small flip of her hair and smirked. “I could see right through it. Quite literally.”

Noah hummed faintly, looking off for a moment at the discovery, but then ended up sighing again, frowning at Catherine. “So...this guy. Who attacked-uh...the girl in your story. What did the girl find out about him?”

“Found out he was the human incarnate of Set, the god of chaos.” Catherine frowned as well, crossing her arms as she looked off. “And that he carries all the power of a god of chaos, too. She didn’t find out too much on her own, actually. Most of it was what the creep told her.”

“And the creep’s name?”

“Madji Qadir.” Catherine met Noah’s gaze with a serious one of her own. “But he was already calling himself Set. I think he just abandoned whatever normal life he had.”

Noah ran a hand through his hair, humming again. “Madji Qadir...Where’ve I heard that...?”

“He’s some Arabic guy, right from Egypt.” Catherine shrugged. “Maybe he was some business man cuz he had lots of money that he offered this girl.”

Noah arched a brow. “And she didn’t want it...?”

“Heeellll no she didn’t.” Catherine gave him a small glare. “Like I said, this girl don’t take orders from no one. She wouldn’t touch his money with a ten-foot pole.”

“I’m starting to see that.” Noah deadpanned, before he sighed, and brought his shoulders back up. “So...what does this guy want? Why did he go after yo--ahm...this--girl?”

“Hell if I know on that one,” Catherine shrugged again, before frowning at Noah. “But he did tell her his goal. He wants to find the last remaining connection to Horus. It’s the only thing keeping him from tapping into all his powers of chaos. Horus was the one to finally defeat Set after Set’s continuous challenges. Some of which I don’t think you care to know.”

Noah brow furrowed. “And...? This last connection to Horus is--”

“The last, only living Pharaoh on the planet.” Catherine replied, face tense, and tone serious.

Noah grew the slightest bit pale. He gulped around a lump in his throat. “He wants to kill them.”

“And any offspring.”

“Offspring?”

“Any male offspring would technically still hold the blood of Horus--the birthright of the Pharaoh. They would also be in Set’s way. Any living male offspring--and any on the way.”

Noah’s eyes flashed white, feeling his stomach (the mark of the Puzzle) burn in response to his sudden anger determination.

However, he also looked at Catherine sternly. “...You didn’t come here to find a new place to live. You came here to protect Atem from Set.”

“And his kids.” Catherine admitted, sighing and her own eyes flashing pink. “Admittedly, I have a soft spot for kids. Especially babies. His wife’s in danger, too.”

“Do you know where Set was last?”

“Last I ditched him was three cities away. I don’t know if he’ll try to come into the city, though. If I can feel your energy everywhere, so can he.”

Noah hummed, looking off. “So Atem’s safer in the city than anywhere else...”

“Well, safer being in areas you are.” Catherine specified, before she smirked (suddenly very catlike). “Ma’at is still more powerful than Set could ever hope to be in his freakiest dreams.”

Noah managed a small smirk for her, but then quickly frowned, looking away. Some of the reluctance that had ebbed away with Catherine’s story returned with full force.

“Look...” Catherine sighed, voice softening and any tension leaving her. “I’m sorry I’m edging on Ma’at’s terf, okay...? Frankly, I’d rather be home. With my family. But I’ve been running for half my life from this creep. I’m sick of it. I’m not gonna leave someone else to clean up after my mess I happened to bring along.”

Noah sighed, deeply, thinking for a moment.

After that moment, he gave Catherine a stern glare, leaning forward on his crossed legs. “You help me protect ‘Tem. We get rid of Set.” He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “You’re gone.”

Catherine smirked, features once again catlike and sly, and she held out a hand with a flash of pink light in her eyes. “Deal, Pretty Boy.”

Noah sighed and rolled his eyes--and took her hand in a firm shake, his own eyes flashing white. “I already hate myself.”