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“Lurks”? You utter fool, goodness lurks within me, the Evil is already out. And it’s surprisingly good at baking

Not to sound mean or anything but evil lurks within you

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A Tale of Betrayal

“A Tale of Betrayal”

A Short Story by J.I. Lorn

On the distant planet of Akarat Prime, the Cyclone Oligarchy thrived in their resource-rich tropical planet. The Oligarchy had stood firm for over three hundred years of almost constant war and opposition with the other Empires & Republics within their Galaxy that wanted the worlds they controlled for their strategic value and limitless amounts of rare resources. But, after a war that lasted almost a decade with the Republic of Causrat, the people of the Oligarchy demanded change. They desired to be rid of the many Governments that had kept them at war for Three Centuries. But their pleas, demands, and outbursts of rage were rejected by the current High Councilor of the Oligarchy, Vicarso Jinx. He, too, had enough of his fair share of war but refused to fight without being provoked by the other Empires, which was what nearly every Councilor before him had vowed to do. The Cyclone definitely had enough power to win a war if they wished to take over the Galaxy. As a matter of fact, they had the largest Navy in the entire Galaxy, with millions of ships all spread out between their primary territories and occupied worlds won during the wars. Alas, the Councilor had refused to start a war that would cost more lives than it would satisfy. He would not allow himself to become the very same warmonger that the Oligarchy had been fighting against for its entire existence. His eldest son, however, had different ambitions. 

Vicarso Jinx’s oldest son, Lord Damon Jinx, was the one who started the riots and cries for war. He was also in command of the Elite Military Force within the Cyclone, known as the “Cyclone Knights”. They were blade and magic-wielding warriors who stood unopposed among all of the Elite of the many Empires. Damon was among the best of the Knights, bested by only his father, who also Commanded the Knights before ascending to the rank of Councilor. And although he was only the age of Nineteen, he was already the next candidate for their new Leader in the eyes of the people. Even though the Council of Nine, headed by the Grand Councilor, opposed this idea, there was no stopping the masses of Civilians without ordering a full-on massacre, which would villainize the Councilors and cause a Civil War, something that would tear the fragile Oligarchy apart, leaving nothing but broken pieces that could not be fixed.

On the Thirty First of the Month Valar, only minutes before the Cyclone New Year, Lord Damon Jinx walks the halls of the Council building, behind him followed four of the best Knights the Cyclone had to offer. Their goal?

To Kill Councilor Vicarso.

As the five Knights entered the Councilor’s personal office, they found him facing his window, looking out at the Fireworks that consumed the sky like an inferno. The only thing separating them was his glass desk and office chair, the former of which had some holographic tablets and even written documents stacked atop it. Vicarso knew his son would come for him and make an attempt on his life, so he prepared himself, resting his hands on his two energy swords in preparation.

“Damon, welcome home,” Vicarso said without turning from the window. “I thought you’d be with your betrothed on such an occasion.”

“High Councilor Vicarso Jinx, through the demand of the citizens of the Cyclone, I hereby order you to step down as Councilor and allow the people to chose a new leader.” Damon’s voice was harsh and smug as he drew his sword, igniting the energy field that made the sword glow a dim red. His Knights mirrored this, with all four igniting matching red blades that showcased their intent. Upon the buzzing sound emitted by the activation of the weapons behind him, Vicarso turned from the window. His eyes flicked around, taking note of the five aggressors before him. His face changed from pleasant to condescending as he drew his own weapons.

“You don’t know what you’re doing, son,” He stated as his own swords activated, sparking a bright white light from both sides of each blade that illuminated the dark room and gave off a contrasting aura to that of the Knights. “Turn back now, we don’t have to do this. You don't have to do this…”

“On the contrary, I have to do this,” Damon replied as his Knights began to fan out behind him. “The people cry out for change, and you sit here doing nothing. I am their champion, and I will be the one to make their cries heard.” He entered a combat stance, gripping his sword with both hands and bringing it up to his right shoulder.

Around them, the hands of the four Knights were crackling with mild fire, sparking with electricity, and swirling with ice as they readied spells. As Damon stepped forward toward his father, Vicarso’s expression turned from condescending to saddened.

“So be it, my son…” With that, Vicarso threw his hands to the sides, sending a shockwave around the room that flung the four Knights backward.

Leaping over the table, Damon went on the offensive. Slashes and strikes were countered by swift parries and deflections as Father dueled Son. The Knights were still recovering, with only one of them being able to stand upright, hardly capable to enter the fight. The two combatants slowly circled the room, with Damon keeping his father on the defensive but never being able to get close to landing a hit. Vicarso seemed to be trying his best at wearing his son out before attacking, resorting to just deflecting each attack. This angered Damon slightly, but he hadn’t lost yet. His left hand dropped to his belt, coming back up with a much smaller offhand blade that ignited with yet another red hue. Surprised by this, Vicarso skipped backward, mumbling something under his breath.

“I command thee, forge a link to the otherworld and grant me,” His voice crescendoed as he got closer to the end of the incantation. “Divine Fury!” He yelled as his swords began to flame white-hot, blazing with the fury of a sun.

Damon would respond in kind, drawing backward himself and muttering a spell of his own.

“Under the order of the Lord, my power is exercised, grant me, Hellish Might!” His own sword erupted into a deep red flame.

The two began to circle one another, the blades of both warriors held at the ready. However, neither struck first. Instead, two of the Knights had recovered enough to enter the fray.

“Arc!” One of them yelled, resulting in a stream of electricity springing from their hand, bringing a sudden flash of light to the large room.

The second didn’t utter a word, however, he did let out a battle cry as he charged at Vicarso. In a flash, the bolt of electricity had been deflected to the floor while the sword was parried, leaving one Knight open. As Vicarso slashed at him, Damon’s blade blocked the strike. Once again caught off guard, the Councilor was on the back foot and being driven towards the window. As the four blades clashed, Damon yelled an order at his followers.

“Leave! It was a mistake bringing you all here, you’ll only be risking yourselves if you stay!” 

The two who made the attack sheathed their weapons and helped their comrades up, making their way towards the door. All the while, father and son engaged in the most furious duel ever fought in the history of the Cyclone. However, once the door shut behind the four Knights, the two ceased their battle, moving back from each other. Damon seemed unsure of something, while his father took a few breaths as he stepped towards the window.

“Are you sure about this?” Damon asked, the flames on his blade fading somewhat.

“Of course,” Vicarso replied as he looked out over the masses that had gathered for the holiday. “For the Cyclone to live on, their greatest enemy must cease to exist. And that enemy is me.”

The clock on the desk began to chime. It was one minute until the new year.

“But I need your wisdom if I’m to lead these people to a new age.”

“No, you don’t,” Vicarso turned from the window, sheathing one of his blades and stepping back towards his son, placing a hand on Damon’s shoulder. “You may be young, but you’re plenty wise enough without my counsel. You don’t need me anymore.”

Damon smiled warmly, returning his father’s action as the clock chimed again. Thirty seconds to the new year.

“Now, son, do it,” Vicarso stated, removing his hand from his only child’s shoulder. “And remember, the spirits of your ancestors are with you.”

Damon nodded and held up his blade, pushing his father violently towards the window as tears welled up in his eyes. Upon impact with the window, it shattered, and Damon’s blade went through his father’s chest. The two fell from the tower, straight down.

Ten seconds.

Vicarso smiled as his son’s tears were dried by the wind, and his own sword was set loose from his palm.

Five seconds.

The two were but a blur to the citizens as they dropped to the ground, slamming into the concrete and sending a shockwave that knocked down the front line of the crowd, their impact sounding at the same time as the gong that signaled the new year. Once the dust cleared, citizens gathered ‘round the crater. As they peered over the edge, they witnessed Damon Jinx standing over the body of his father, gripping his right arm, his sword still protruding from his father’s robes. When he realized that people had begun to take notice of him, he wiped his eyes and looked up, grinning with his smug, confident smile that gave off the air of a man who stood proud in his victory. But, if one was perceptive enough, they could see the shine of sadness and regret in his eyes. Vicarso Jinx died with a smile on his face, knowing that the nation he cared so much for was in good hands.

From that day forth, the Cyclone answered to a new master, the first in a new Imperial Dynasty: Emperor Damon Jinx, who would lead the Cyclone Empire towards a balance between peace and territorial rule.

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I’m related to Mark Twain on my Mother’s side

let’s talk about our random links to celebrities!

serena william’s husband once bought me & my classmates a round of whisky

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This is absolutely brilliant. I rarely find content like this that’s actually good, and this entire post gave me heart squeezes.

You’ve improved my already great morning beyond the point of fantastic, thank you so much!

🧋✨🧸 here!!! So I was thinking for Soft Sunday, Levi, Reiner, Zeke, Armin and Jean with a f!s/o who is glued to them whenever they sleep? Like no matter what their s/o just ends up cuddling and curling up to them? 🥺

Hello there 🧋✨🧸 anon! Here ya go ^-^

Levi, Reiner, Zeke, Armin, & Jean with a S/O that clings to them in their sleep HCs

Levi

If he’s awake or has trouble sleeping he finds it a bit suffocating to have you wrapped around him like that... but truth be told he can’t find it in himself to peel you off of him, you look so peaceful when you sleep like that. Eventually he just accepts it as a normal part of sleeping by your side, even holding his arm out and gesturing for you to rest your head on his chest when you get in bed, ready for you to snuggle up.

“C’mon then.” He’ll say, almost as if he’s annoyed... but when you’re just dozing off and he thinks you’re already asleep he’ll press a soft kiss to the top of your head. He’s soft for you, and finds himself becoming soft for everything you do even if he pretends otherwise.

Reiner

Maybe cuddling up to him makes you feel safe and protected because he’s so big... but the truth is having you cling to him does the same for him. He’s the type that loves affection like this, and you two aren’t together long before he finds himself unable to sleep as soundly without you stuck to him in some capacity. 

He never falls asleep as easily as he does when he wakes in the middle of the night to find he’s your little spoon. You’re like a little backpack on his back, but he’ll just pull your arm over his shoulder to feel extra snuggly. Even if you’re both sitting together on the couch or something and you fall asleep - as soon as you snuggle up and wrap your arms and legs around him he’s just like “Well, guess I can’t move until she wakes up then.” He likes it though, it makes him feel needed.

Zeke

While he’s still awake he finds it amusing - have you got it that bad for him that you need to be stuck to him like this even when unconscious? Once he’s asleep it’s a game of cat and mouse.

I HC that Zeke runs hot when he sleeps, so he’ll be peeling you off of him to scoot away in his sleep... only for you to reattach yourself to him. You’ll always wake up with the covers halfway off the bed, Zeke stiff as a board, with you holding onto him. 

That being said, if he wakes up first, or awakes throughout the night at any point, he always gets back into a comfortable position with you and covers you both up - he’s just wild in his sleep and you’ve gotta work to catch him lmao.

Armin

Cuddle king! Cuddle king of Paradis! He holds back a bit but once you start cuddling up to him or clinging to him in your sleep? He’s glad he can let loose. He’s the type to spend all night cuddling, wake up, kiss you, readjust to another comfy cuddle position, and so on and so forth. Even if it’s just a hand on your back, he’s got to be touching you while you’re resting together. It’s never that uncomfortable cuddling that leaves one of you with a dead arm or something, he has this natural ability to find the comfiest positions to lie together in. He just loves when you two can be in each other’s arms away from the world and bedtime is the best time for that.

Jean

He loves it, and Jean is so cocky about it too. Just smirking to himself as you’re fast asleep clinging to him like the cutest lil barnacle in the world. He’s smugly thinking about how you really like him so much that you can’t get enough of him even in your sleep! He’s that irresistible.

Plot twist: Jean does the same damn thing once he falls asleep too. You two end up like two bits of spaghetti stuck to each other at the bottom of the pot once you wake up in the morning. He’s got one arm around your back, one under your neck like a pillow, your legs are both tangled together. You two do that thing where one of you will readjust in your sleep, and then just tangle right back together in a slightly different position. One of you is definitely going to be waking up with a stiff neck or something, i’m sorry lmao.

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Mister Void

The Lieutenant-Commander stared into the blackness of space before him, separated from a quick and violent death by only a half-inch of glass. Behind him, bright red and orange lights flashed rapidly, a muffled claxon ringing in the background, accompanied by the inaudible shouting of his ship’s crew who dashed about the Bridge frantically. Even with everything going on behind him, the Lieutenant-Commander stood stiffly and gazed into the emptiness that surrounded them. “It’s strange,” he mused to himself in a hushed voice, “We only just left home but everything’s already dark. Why, I wonder, can I not see the stars?”

The claxons screaming behind him had silenced, the Crew had stopped in their places, and the red and orange lights now stood solid together, creating a warm yet bright glow. This glow was beginning to fade, being overtook by an ominous shadow that had begun to spread about the Bridge through the open bulkhead door. From the black form came a deep, menacing, and equally calming voice.

“The Stars are not for the likes of you, Lieutenant-Commander, and so I shall remain with you. I shall linger ‘till I am certain you are worthy, ‘till the bright stars decide blackness is not your realm to dwell.”

Turning to face the being which had addressed him, the Lieutenant Commander uttered one question before the shadows consumed him. “Who are you?”

From the darkness swallowing the bulkhead door, a man covered completely in the blackness made himself visible, if only just, to the doomed Lieutenant-Commander. With a dark grin and a grim chuckle, he answered the inquiry, but with none left living upon the bridge to hear save for himself.

“I am Mister Void, the guardian of success.”

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If there were a word stronger than “Adorable”, this would be that

Last year I drew Cy in this interesting sweater dress and it was a crowd pleaser.

So let’s do it again.

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why you should keep writing your story

because it’s a puzzle no one else will ever arrange the same way as you.

because there are ideas that simply won’t come to you until you write down the wrong words.

because all the bad scenes are the bones of the wonderful scenes.

because someone will love it: someone will read it once, and twice, and thrice; someone will ramble to you about the complexity of it; someone will doodle your characters out of love; someone will find it in exactly what they were looking for with or without knowing it.

because they have things to say, your characters. they’ve told you all those secrets and they have more to tell you, if you will listen.

because you love it even when you don’t; even when it drives you mad or when it accidentally turns into apathy; even when you think you’re doing it all wrong; you love it, and it loves you back.

because you can get a treasure even from things that go wrong; because if a story crumbles down you can build a shinier one on the same spot; because you won’t know where it will take you until it takes you there.

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Nobody’s 5th Writing Prompt: The Four Dipshits of the Apocalypse.

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Oh my god, someone put it into words

Someone: hey, if you’re a writer, why don’t I ever see you writing?

Me, a writer who’s been daydreaming about three characters, two unwritten chapters, some scraps of dialogue, and a partial plot that still needs to be heated up in the microwave before it’s usable:

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WAIT

What if when you go to sleep, your mind transfers to an alternate version of yourself in a parallel reality where events are largely the same, but ever so slightly different

Maybe this is why there are certain acts or events that everyone else knows we took part in, but we don’t remember them

This thought is courtesy of the pillow I’ve been sleeping on for days thinking it was purple and now it’s grey

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My friend and I, sharing in Chaotic Dumbassery

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I’m sitting here

Scrolling through Discord and tumblr

When I realize something so damn cursed that I feel the need to barge into my roommate's room while he’s playing Tarkov.

He turns to look at me and these few words spill out from my lips

Jotaro Kujo is a

FUCKING

BOOMER

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SO I’m watching ROTK

And at the point where Aragorn says “For Frodo” and starts running (when Merry and Pippin run before the rest of the army), an old quote popped into my head for some reason

“Beware the man with something to lose, and fear the man with nothing to lose”

Which is basically saying “Be careful with the guy who has motivation to go on, but god help you if he has nothing left to fight for”

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Nobody’s Writing Prompt #3: $50 Expansion Pack

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Nobody’s Writing Prompts #2: Pop-Out Fairytails

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The first writing prompt I made. I’ve got a few more if folk would like to see them

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I’m just now realizing that the only times I do anything on tumblr is when I’m high as a kite.

This site is my high hangout

The Stoner Safe-Haven