oh god my spine

The signs as shit dan says

aries: “I literally just laid an egg. I birthed a child out of an egg. i just asexually produced. I was so jumpscared, life found a way and it came out of my ass”

taurus: “god, every download of this game should come with a free diaper”

gemini: “im gonna crap all over this chess table”

cancer: “this already sound like a colossal bag of nope for me”

leo: “a full on flower penis just fell on me”

virgo: “oh god.. shitting down my legs, shitting down my spine, shitting down my neCK”

libra: “im going to shit myself at an alarming velocity”

scorpio: “don’t sneak up on people in the toilet they are vulnerable in that environment”

sagittarius: “your ass is where you feel all the important emotions”

capricorn: “you wouldnt know because i didnt express myself, but i just silently shit when i saw my shadow”

aquarius: “if i cringe anymore, i think my neck would just snap off and a fountain of blood would just erupt at the camera”

pisces: “fight me you ceramic bitch”

phil’s version x 

Confessions and Geometry! A Small Medium and a Rogue at Large!

(From the same campaign as this anime love triangle nonsense:

https://yourplayersaidwhat.tumblr.com/post/159992078033/the-uniting-power-of-love-triangles-midlife-dance

An in-game week or two later, the mage (now revealed to specifically be a medium) and the rogue drank away their frustrations after fighting a demonic ogre destroying the city walls. A brief heart-to-heart leads to a quick kiss before embarrassment and gentlemanliness respectively take over for both of them. Eventually, after an evening fighting a village full of were-spiders (and a night of the medium and elf princess snuggling in their sleep), they find the time the next morning to hash things out when they’re not drunk or pissed off at the last combat…)

Rogue: “I had a couple of questions about that night…”

Medium: “…Okay?”

Rogue: “Well… How do you feel about me?”

Medium: “(SHIT!) Uh! I-I… I don’t know exactly… But… I wouldn’t mind finding out?”

Rogue: “Well, what a wonderful coincidence! Seems I feel the same way.”

Medium: “Oh! Great! …W-what happens now?”

Rogue: “…Tell you what. If you don’t like this, just… smack me.”

(A gentle kiss turns into a bear hug from the medium)

Rogue: “Ooh, no smacks. That’s good!”

Medium: “I… I have to tell you something.”

Rogue: “Alright, I’m all ears.”

Medium (whispering): “I also have had feelings about [Princess] and I don’t know what exactly I’m going to do about anything.”

Rogue: “Oh, is that all? Well, that just means we have a lot of options figure out.”

Medium: “Wait, what? Options?”

Rogue: “Sure! Let me just…” (Scribbles down the diagrams from this webpage in his journal and starts explaining them to her: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TriangRelations )

Medium: (Absolutely lost in thought over this new information)

Rogue: “See, by my count, you have 13 different ways of going about this! …Hmm, wait. Make that 14.”

Rogue: (Makes a new triangle diagram, with no arrows between ‘A’, ‘B’, or 'C’.)

Rogue: “In this scenario, A does not end up in a romantic relationship with B or C, but B and C will still be A’s best friends, and fight by her side like always. This is the worst case scenario, and I call it that loosely, because it’s not really that bad at all. No matter what you choose, I’ll still be there, shanking motherfuckers who are trying to shank you. I promise.”

(It is at this point that the medium literally jumps our rogue with tears in her eyes. It is also at this point that we realize she’s wearing heavier armor than the rogue, and he wouldn’t be able to support her weight and remain standing.)

Medium: “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

Rogue (Wheezing): “It’s okay! My spine broke my fall!”

(The rogue got up, tore out the page of his journal, crumpled it up, and threw it at the eavesdropping paladin, who then started trying to decipher the meaning of all the little triangles. We cap off our glimpse into this sickeningly adorable anime bullshit by saying: To those who commented about polyamory in the last submission, we’re way ahead of you.)

Birthday Princess

Yikes this was supposed to go up on Ash’s birthday, but you get the point. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k+

Another drunken line of girls passed by me on a determined path to the bathroom, bumping the cheap tiara on my head in the process. I huffed in response while adjusting the ridiculously glittery ‘Birthday Girl’ sash my friends bought and took the opportunity to swipe the newly freed seats near the bar so I could people-watch. An overflow of sweaty bodies wriggled and swayed on every inch of the dance floor free of inhibition due to their intoxication levels. Some men were getting encouraging pats on the backs from their wolf packs of friends before shooting their shot with whichever girl happened to be giggling their way. People throughout the club whooped and hollered when the DJ switched to some vaguely different genre of party music that the lively crowd could fist-bump and grind to.

After straining my neck to check the entrance of the club for the umpteenth time in the past 15 minutes, I turned back around to see a mesmerizing pair of hazel eyes peering into mine. I hadn’t realized how deeply I was staring until the wavy-haired individual tried speaking to me over the loud music.

“I’m sorry, what?” I shouted closer to him.

“I asked if you wanted a refill,” he said loudly while gesturing to my half empty water.

My phone buzzed in my hand, indicating I was getting a text. I briefly looked down at the preview of the message from my friends’ group chat.

Sent at 8:43pm

1: Y/N I’m so sorry honey I can’t make it :( I thought I could cram for this test but there’s way more content than I thought

Sent at 8:44pm

2: ^^ me too :/ my boyfriend’s game went into overtime and I’m pretty sure they’re celebrating after. Maybe another time?

I rolled my eyes and looked back up at the stranger clearing the table of leftover drinks and glasses.

“Actually, I think I was just heading out,” I said standing from my seat.

“So soon?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, clubbing on your birthday just doesn’t have the same ring to it when you’re by yourself,” I replied.

“You don’t have any friends coming to celebrate with you?” He questioned as he wiped the table down and went behind the bar counter.

I followed his trail and answered with evident irritation, “Nope, they suddenly had other plans that were more important this evening.”

“Well,” he planted both of his hands on the counter, “I, in good conscious, can’t let you end tonight as the unhappy birthday girl.”

“And why is that?” I asked curiously.

“Because I’m going to become your new favorite barkeep,” he said with a proud smile. “And it is with this new title that I solemnly promise,” he raised his right hand as if he was taking an oath, “…to ensure that the rest of tonight does not suck for you.”

A small smirk grew on my face at the mischievous man in front of me.

“You can’t be serious, right?” I asked incredulously. “I don’t even know you!”

“How about this, birthday girl” he glanced at a few people walking up to the bar, most likely to order new drinks, “My name is Ashton. I like going on adventures and buying vanilla scented candles. My favorite part of movies are the trailers and I don’t understand how zodiac signs work. I’m gonna come back over here at 9 when my shift ends. If you decide by then that you don’t think an innocent night of fun with me is better than sitting at home by yourself, I will personally call you an Uber and let you go home,” he smiled walking away.

“You should add ‘cocky’ to that little bio of yours,” I playfully said with my arms crossed.

“Not cocky!” He shouted over his shoulder, “just hopeful.”


Promptly at 9:00, Ashton popped out of a room near the back of the club in his normal clothes and re-approached me at the bar.

“So, birthday girl,” he leaned on the counter, “what’s our verdict?”

“Well seeing as you made such an appealing case and I don’t want to put this outfit to waste, I think one night of adventure couldn’t hurt,” I said in a posh tone of voice.

“Then what are we waiting around for?” He asked holding his hand out. I grabbed it and he helped me out of my seat. “Let’s get this party started.”

With that, Ashton led me out of the club and towards the parking lot. He pulled out his car keys and hit the unlock button, bringing my eyes to the flashing headlights on a black mustang.

“This is you?” I asked in disbelief.

He shrugged and replied opening the passenger door for me, “Well I can’t have the birthday princess walking around on her feet all night now, can I?”

“How considerate of you. And when did I upgrade to princess?” I said getting into the car and reaching over to open his door.

Ashton entered on his side of the car and strapped on his safety belt before brandishing that smile of his once more to answer, “When you decided to spend your night with me.” With that remark, Ashton revved up the engine and we dashed through the streets filled with nightlife.


My eyes scanned the various strings of bright lights and neon signs on the buildings near us as the car slowed to a stop. Ashton and I exited the car and re-joined hands as he led me towards the entrance of a building that had a string of people waiting in line to enter. We approached the bouncer - who could easily be mistaken for a ten-foot brick wall - with an icy glare.

“Sam!” Ashton shouted with open arms. The bouncer turned around and suddenly smiled widely, “Ashton!” The two shared a brief hug and fell into small talk.

“How long has it been man?” The bouncer said.

“It’s definitely been too long, buddy, but I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to show my friend here a good time,” Ashton said gesturing to me.

I shook Sam’s outreached hand and smiled, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Any friend of Ashton is a friend of mine.”

“Do you think you can let us in? I want to introduce her to Mitchy,” Ashton politely asked.

“Of course, but you know the drill man,” Sam giving a side eye towards the line of hopeful club goers beginning to look towards us.

Ashton nodded understandably and leaned towards me to whisper, “Just go with it.”

Before I could ask what ‘it’ was that Ashton was referring to, Sam started shouting.

“Look dammit, I’m not gonna say it again: if you want in you have to wait in line just like everybody else!”

“Fine! No need to get all testy,” Ashton shouted back while we walked backwards with displeased expressions.

While the people waiting in line hooted their agreements at Sam and went back to their own business, Sam winked at us and let down the rope for us to enter while whispering, “You guys enjoy your night,” with a thumbs-up.

I laughed at the switch in his demeanor and followed Ashton into the building. My eyes glimmered and a smile grew on my face as I looked over the chandeliers and walked down the slightly spiraled staircase past a few bottle girls that could very well be models. The all white decor on the top and bottom levels of the building were being splotched with reflections of the blue pink and green lights from the tiled dance floor and the DJ’s station. I was disrupted from my cotton candy dream when Ashton continued to lead me to the bar where a tattooed man in sunglasses stood.

“Ash is that you?” He called out.

“You’re pretty popular around here, huh?” I asked Ashton with a smirk.

“You could say that,” he chuckled and bro-hugged the man at the bar.

“Is this the pretty girl you were texting me about?” The tattooed pointed towards me, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

Ashton turned beet red and the man stepped up to me, “My name’s Mitchy, one of Ashton’s good friends. Unless I’ve got the wrong glasses on, you must be the birthday girl.”

“That’s right,” I said adjusting my sash so the letters were in the right place. “And this one over here is my event guide for the night,” I said nodding towards Ashton.

“Well he brought you to the right place,” he said leading me to a bar stool and going behind the counter. “First two rounds are on me!”

“Mitch, you don’t have to do that man,” Ashton said waving his hands.

“Nonsense! First round is for her birthday, and the second is for yours,” Mitchy continuing to conjure up a suitable beverage to start the night.

My head quickly whipped around to Ashton with my mouth agape, “When is your birthday?!”

“It might also be tonight,” he said nonchalantly with his fingers interlaced in the countertop.

“Seriously?” I questioned.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he shrugged.

I took the plastic tiara off of my head and placed it on his and said, “Guess who’s the birthday princess now?” making Ashton laugh with an accompanying clap.

Mitchy slid two shot glasses towards us layered with various spirits. Ashton reached for one, but Mitchy lightly swatted his hand away and held up a finger as if to say ‘wait for it’ while pulling a lighter out of his pocket. My eyebrows were furrowed until Mitchy sparked a flame and lit the upper layer of our shots aflame.

“Holy shit. What is that?” I said staring at the beverage.

“It’s informally titled flaming liquid cocaine, but tonight it’s your birthday candle,” Mitchy stated proudly.

“In that case,” Ashton began, “make a wish, princess.”

Mitchy counted us off on three and we blew out the flame, quickly picking up the glass to down the liquid. I shook my head as warmth crept through my belly and up my spine. “Oh my god that tasted like Christmas.”

“Lucky for you, not-so Saint Nick has another one of those coming up,” Mitchy said re-sparking his lighter, making Ashton and I whoop in response.


“What do you mean you can’t dance?” Ashton was baffled bringing me onto the dance floor.

“I said what I said! Unless there’s instructions in the song, I can’t dance for shit!” I told him.

Ashton laced our fingers and brought us closer together, slowly beginning to sway us into the tempo of the upbeat song currently playing, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Alright, but don’t say anything when I step in your toes,” I retaliated making his glazed eyes squint while he giggled.

As many times as I stumbled, Ashton kept me on my feet and in a great mood. He wasn’t exactly the world’s best dancer either, so most of our dancing was simply us goofing off with each other and singing the lyrics we knew. Eventually the liquor filtered through his system and he got a lot smoother in his movements. 

It was when Ashton began body rolling that a small circle formed in the dance floor around us with other club goers chanting and cheering his freestyle session on. I giggled when he looked around and realized what was happening before setting his eyes on me. He did a dramatic pause and cracked an imaginary whip, making said cracking sound with his mouth. He then whipped the imaginary rope around me, tightening the knot with both hands and started his gradual pull. When the crowd saw I wasn’t shifting with his faux lasso, a few girls behind me gently pushed me towards him. The crowd got louder as we got closer and the drop in the song was approaching. Ashton “released” his lasso and spun me twice into his arms before creating a picture-perfect moment and dipping me at the bass drop of the song, causing the crowd to cheer and applaud.

We fell into a fit of laughter while the crowd went back to their own dancing. He pulled me upright slowly so I wouldn’t get too dizzy. As our giggles faded, our smiles remained as we recognized how close we were in proximity. The DJ switched the song to a slower, more promiscuous one. Ashton brushed the remaining strands of hair out of my face and my breath hitched when he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. I took his hands in mine and slid them down to my hips, both of us swaying and grinding softly to the music. I turned around so his front was pressed against my backside like a second skin. He kept his hands lightly roaming on my sides and thighs, rolling his hips against me while I pushed my ass on him as rhythmically as I could. My head lulled to rest on his shoulder, allowing me to feel how quickly his pulse had gotten from our actions. We continued like that, occasionally altering the pace, until the song ended. We faced each other with flushed cheeks, still close in each other’s arms.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He exhaled.


“Oh my god,” I moaned while throwing my head back.

“Fuck, I know,” Ashton groaned equally satisfied.

The McDonald’s cashier behind the counter judgmentally stared at both of us individually going through our second Big Macs.

“It’s even better than the first one!” He shouted with a mouthful.

I gasped and set my burger down to take the bun off and add French fries into it. When I replaced the bun and took a bite, I nearly melted in my seat. “This is the best night ever,” I said taking a sip of my chocolate milkshake.

“I told you!” Ashton victoriously yelled dipping fries into his shake.

And laughed at his boasting and waved away the few other drunks in the restaurant to high five him.

“I’m now your favorite barkeep and newly officiated birthday buddy,” he smiled. “And why do you keep laughing,” he said giggling himself.

“Because you have really deep dimples so your smile is super cute okay! I mean look at you,” I whisper shouted touching his face. “It’s like you’re sculpted to be perfect,” I commented lowly making him blush further.

“It takes perfection to know it,” he attempted to compliment me back, but the moment was stolen by me laughing at the fact that he was trying to bring his straw to his mouth with his tongue and failing miserably.

“Dammit, I’m trying to say you’re beautiful and I’m fucking it up,” he laughed and covered his face.

I removed his hands from his face and kissed his cheek, making his laughter falter.

“Thank you for tonight,” I smiled.

He smiled back and wrapped me into a side hug, “Right back at ya, birthday princess.”

The Styles Effect Pt. 2

Part One

Requests Open

Warnings: Cursing, a little smut (teacher Harry), feelings, multiple parts (slowish burn)

Pairing: Reader x Harry(s)

Summary:

Y/n finds a notification on her phone asking to make a wish.

Little did she think that her wishing all her Harry fanfictions to come to life would actually come true, and the craziness it would bring.

*Y/N = your name *Y/L/N = your last name *Y/F/N = your friend’s name *Y/O/F/N= your other friend’s name

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psychiclianna  asked:

Can we all (w'all?) see some hero/villain childhood friends starters?

See here and here. There are probably others dotted in my archive too.


1) The covert operation was heartbeats away from being blown open before it even started as the security at the door eyed them with suspicion. The next heartbeat - “Oh my god, [name]?”
The hero’s spine straightened, startled, and they whipped around. “Oh my god.”
“It’s really you, isn’t it?” The villain looked at them in utter delight. They drew them in, clapped them on the back and looked at their companions, before glancing at the security. “It’s alright, this is an old friend of mine. Make a note to have the bartender give them whatever they want on the house.” 
“You could join us for a drink?” 


2) “Children know each other in strange ways, different to how adults know each other,” the villain murmured. “There is a certainty, even in blindness, because what matters most is there unshaken. People are what they are to you. They could never be anything else.” 
“I don’t know how to know you anymore,” the hero allowed, softly. “All I have is questions. Doubts.” 
“See, that’s the problem. Questions.” The villain sighed. “This fell apart the second you started asking me why.” 
“Someone had to. You have no limits.” 
“Now, see. You’ve given yourself a why already.”
God, they were going in circles. Nostalgia made it impossible to move forward, to learn more. The hero shook their head in a futile attempt to clear it.


3) They couldn’t stand to even look at each other - it reminded too much of the past. They placed a desperate chess game instead, shoving their pieces, pawns and soldiers at each other across the board as if that way they could keep each other at a distance. Avoid. If they must be so irrevocably, so helplessly, drawn to each other let it be an orbit, a perfect distance. Never touching. Because nothing could be the same if they collided.


4) “[Name! I didn’t know you were back for the holidays. Are you seeing your folks? How are they. Come in, come, tell me everything. [Hero’s name] will be so pleased to see you!”” 
In the other room, the hero froze. Their heart stuttered. After all that time, with everything going on, it couldn’t…they surged to their feet, reaching the hall in time to see the villain offer their mother a friendly smile and a hug. Relatives flooded to greet the villain happily, all warm curiosity and questions. As if it was still before.” 
“What,” the hero managed to gasp out. “Are you doing here?”
“Dinner,” their mother said. “You absolutely must stay for dinner.”
“Actually,” the villain gave a sheepish grin. “I was wondering if [hero’s name] could come out to play?”
Their mother laughed at how familiar the words were. The hero felt like they’d been sucker punched. 

Dismantled

I’ve also posted this to my tumblr if you don’t mind, this is after Lance’s fall

‘thoughts’

“speech”

WARNING THIS FIC CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF TORTURE

(it’s nothing too descriptive though)

Lance groaned in agony at the pain that coursed through him. His head throbbed and opening his eyes made things worse as his vision tilted and swam every which way. He attempted to move his body and found he couldn’t,

Not even a twitch.

Lance’s eyes flew open and he resisted the urge to vomit at the action. Panic overtook him as he attempted to move again and found he couldn’t he couldn’t. He found that eh could move his arms slightly but doing so with his right arm sent a jolt of agony up it and made his vision grow white briefly.

‘I can’t move, why can’t I move?!′

Lance then remembered that he had been fighting Keith and the stinging pain from the cut across his face became more apparent.

‘we were fighting and then-’

Keith had let him fall, and as Lance had finally hit the bottom, he remembers the cracking sound before passing out.

‘Oh god- my, my spine. Please don’t let it be my sine’

If it was his spine he was screwed,he would never move again. At least not his legs.

Footsteps clicked across the floor and Lance did his best to turn his head towards the source. He couldn’t look up at the whomever approached him but the boots were Galra armor.

“Oh my sweet little Blue what happened”

Lance winced as the Galra rushed over to him and at the sickening cooing tone of their voice.

Lotor.

Even as Lance was likely dying Lotor was still taking every opportunity to “woo” him.

Lance could vaguely feel the upper part of his body being lifted, but upon looking down saw that his entire body had been lifted off the floor.

So it really was his spine.

He couldn’t feel anything below his waist. His upper body didn’t fair much better, while he could still feel it and could move his arms, it was only a slight feeling. A twitch was the most he could manage. He wouldn’t be able to walk ever again. And he likely wouldn’t be able to use his arms again either, at least not to their full extent, if at all.

“Your former teammates have fled, they did quite the amount of damage. In more ways than one”

Lance tried not to shudder. He didn’t have to look at Lotor to feel that hungry gaze raking over his body. Lotor walked down the hallways taking several turns before stopping at a place Lance had come to know to avoid.

Haggar’s personal little workshop.

Most aliens that went in here did not come back in one piece.

If they came back at all.

Lance was walked in an placed on Haggar’s table. He was internally panicking and tried his best not to show it. He was  in a bad position. He was severely injured and unable to move and was about to be at the mercy of the demented witch.

Speak of the devil Haggar was now in the room.

It always bothered Lance how she could move so silently, it meant that if she wanted to kill you,

you’d likely never hear her coming.

Haggar grinned at him and he visibly winced at the smile, which only made it grow wider.

“Do what you have to”

Haggar laughed at Lotor’s command and Lance winced once again as she turned to him, the smile on her face more sadistic than before.

“As you wish my prince”

Lance has been in pain before.

He’s experienced it a lot actually.

He’s been badly burned, had his front teeth knocked out by a baseball, gotten into rough and tumble situations with his sibling resulting in bruises and bloody noses.

He’s suffered broken bones more than once, even had to have one reset. And when you reset bones they can’t put you under. You have to be awake so they know they set it right. He was given medicine to forget though, so I guess he could be grateful for that. Lance has even had stitches.

But none of that could prepare for what came next in Haggar’s “care.”

The next months are tormenting and anguish unlike anything he’s ever known.

None of the injuries he’s ever had could ever compare to this. What was left of his right arm had been removed, and not with any sort of care. Not like Lance was expecting bed side manner from Haggar mind you.

But the spine was the worst. Lance was strapped to the table to ensure he wouldn’t move with his back facing up. Haggar then began to cut into his skin down his spine. Lance bit his cheek to keep himself from crying out as she then separated his skin and spread i out, sticking something like needles into his back to keep the skin open. She continued this process with the muscle and everything else until she finally reached the bone.

Lance wished he couldn’t feel this. He thought he shouldn’t be able to, but then again he wasn’t really sure how anatomy worked. For all he knew Haggar was using her magic so he would feel all of this.

She didn’t trust him, he knew that.

It was one of the reasons he avoided her, The other’s being he found her disturbing.

Honestly Lance was slightly afraid of her.

A sharp stab of pain drew him out of his thoughts and he let a wheeze of pain.

He heard a clack as something dropped into the bowl like object next to him. As he looked over another pain and another object dropped into it again.

It was bone.

Haggar was removing his spine. granted it was useless as it was but the very thought of it be taken out of his body like this instilled terror in him. He jerked and thrashed only to feel the familiar burning of quintessence magic from his spars with the druids wash over his body.

“Be still! Endure it. When I am finished with you, you will regain your ability to walk, and so much more.”

Lane whimpered at the statement as Haggar continued to dig around in his back and removing his spine. He could feel the tolls she was using scrape around and cut the spine from the flesh holding it there. He could feel her claws digging around in his back.

She was enjoying this, causing him pain like this.

Haggar much like Lotor was sadistic. But her sadism stemmed from whatever her goals were. Lotor’s was mindless and random, a form of entertainment whenever he grew bored or a result of his explosive and short temper.

Haggar seemed to have finished removing his spine as she began to move around ridding herself of tools and having a druid rid of his spine in the bowl.

Another druid came into the corner of his vision and handed something to Haggar, he couldn’t make it out from this angle. When Haggar once again approached him he could make out what was in her hands. IT was a metal spine, a prosthetic. She was going to stick that in his back. With the magic holding him down all Lance could do was bite back the scared whine.

Haggar moved towards his back and out his vision again and Lance jolted slightly as she began to force the spine into his back, He felt her move it around as she began to attach the spine to the bone of his neck and his tail bone.

Lance couldn’t hold back the scream of pain at what happened next. He could feel the prosthetic as though it were his actual spine and could feel it burning as if it was on fire from Haggar’s quintessence running though it.

“This will allow the prosthetic to take the place of your spine. This will allow it to actually function.”

Haggar’s words ran dully though his head as his vision contorted and darkened and finally he passed out.

When Lance awoke again he was no longer held down by quintessence. He was also now facing upwards. Lance was first aware of the devastating pain his back was in. The next thing he was aware of is the remainder of his right arm being stretched away from his body by a pair of hands, before being strapped down.

The pain then started fully awaking Lance from his stupor. It was Haggar again and she was attaching something to where his right arm once was. He felt it latch in place finally as another piece of it was slipped under his back and winced as it dug into his shoulder blade finally clicking into place.

“Awake I see, well not for long.” Haggar’s hand sparked with her quintessence as placed it on his head. “Rest now, there is much for us to do when you awake again”

Lance felt the magic pulse into his head and a fog settled in his mind his thoughts growing heavier as was forced into sleep.

When Lance awoke again the pain had subsided to a dull throb, and it was a while before his mind cleared enough for him to think coherently. He examined his surroundings and found himself  in his room.

Or well what Lotor had given to him, it really wasn’t his room, this was only temporary after all.

As Lance set up a sharp stab went up his spine and right arm, and Lance doubled over as his i went white. He was aware he was retching from the sounds he could hear, but luckily he had nothing on his stomach from the “surgery” being done however long ago it was.

Quite some time actually given the empty feeling in Lance’s stomach. When color came back to him and everything became clear again Lance forced himself to his feet, ignoring the smaller pricks of pain that he felt when he did so. Lance stumbled over to the mirror and collapsed against the dresser.

He breathed slowly trying to steady himself as the room had begun to spin again. When the incessant throbbing in his head had finally died down he looked up into the mirror.

Lance’s breath hitched in his throat. He knew his right arm would be gone, He just didn’t think it would be all of it. The prosthetic went all the way up to his shoulder, and when he shifted it he could feel that it covered his shoulder blade as well. Lance touched the cold Galra prosthetic and winced at the thought of how much damage must have been done that the whole thing had to be cut off.

Lance swallowed the lump in his throat as he slowly turned around to get a look at his spine. He trembled at the sight of his back, covered in criss cross sections of scars all around his spine. Almost all of the skin that had been over the spine was gone, only a small amount remaining around the edges of it. Metal coldly glinted back at him as if grinning a sadistic smile. The shiny grey substance ran all the way up to his neck and stopped at his hairline.

Lance couldn’t keep himself up anymore as his legs gave out beneath him. He dug his hand s into the ground, the prosthetic ripping up some of the carpet as his arms shook.

Finally Lance let out the scream of anguish, anger, pain and utter betrayal he had felt from the moment this hell started.

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Kinda old art (it’s from early-mid may) of Glory from Wings of Fire. I love her a lot and yeah.

So I just drew her with various palettes with various things. First thing is just a little headshot to show off my “”resting”” color palette for her, then I did her and Sunny because their sister relationship is really adorable, then gore for a what-if where Glory was actually killed in a betrayal by Deathbringer, which is what I was thinking when I drew it.

Lazy Days

A/N: A request from @peytonnation for a fluffy/smutty Spencer x Reader.

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After being sick, Spencer had had the best night’s sleep he’d had in a while. Apparently, it was amazing, because he fell asleep at 11 PM and woke up at 7 in the morning fully ready to start the day. 

When he glanced toward the other side of the bed, he realized Y/N wasn’t there, so he got up to check outside and smiled when he saw her on the couch. She’d had coffee last night a few hours before bed. Undoubtedly, she couldn’t sleep and moved out to the couch so she wouldn’t wake him. And she’d also been overheated he guessed, because she was wearing one of his oversized sweaters instead of the flannel pajama pants and t-shirt she wore to bed the night before.

There was such a look of peacefulness and restfulness on her face that he couldn’t bare to disturb her, so instead, he hopped into the shower and quickly got changed to he could go down to the florist a few blocks down. Last night, as they sat in bed, he’d been coming down from his fever and was shaking. The love of his life had curled herself around him until he fell asleep, so when he entered the store, he was immediately drawn to the section for roses, and picked up some traditional red roses and some deep burgundy roses as well. “Who are these for?” The woman at the counter asked.

“My wife,” he said, smiling. 

As he left the store, he inhaled the heady scent of the bouquet and returned home to see Y/N still sleeping on the couch. She clutched a pillow, her head buried in the freshly cleaned pillowcase, her breath steadily rising and falling. Maybe the scent of newly brewed coffee and chocolate chip pancakes would wake her.

Nearly 15 minutes, he heard her stirring. “Are you making pancakes?” She asked sleepily as she pushed herself off the couch. “And coffee? Oh you do love me.” Quickly, she bounced off the couch and tiptoed happily into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around his torso and leaning her head into his shoulders. “You feeling better this morning?”

Spencer turned the stove off and placed pancakes on two plates. “Much better. Wouldn’t have if you hadn’t been taking care of me all week.” He kissed her nose and put the plates on the table. “So thank you.”

“Of course.” Her eyes fell on the bouquet of roses, which she dipped her entire face into. “These are beautiful, Spence.”

Nothing was said over breakfast as they both devoured their pancakes - honestly more chocolate than pancake, which is exactly the way she liked it. “We have nothing to do today, so…cuddle on the couch and then maybe we go have lunch in the park?”

“Like we did on our second date?” He asked, smiling at the memory. The nerves he’d had on their first few dates made him laugh at this point. While Y/N plopped down on the couch, Spencer washed the dishes, leaving her to stretch happily while she waited. Outside, the sun was fully up. There were a few clouds in the sky, but they only served to enhance the vision out of their window. 

When Spencer joined her on the couch, she straddled his thighs. “You said you were feeling better, right?” She asked as she kissed and nibbled at his collarbone. He ran his hands up the columns of her legs, grazing the fullness of her ass as he slid into the sweater pulled it off over her head, leaving her completely naked. She giggled at the stark contrast between his clothed form and her own bare one. “I am not allowed to be the only naked one.” 

Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it off, before removing his pants. “Better?” He asked. Y/N straddled his length as her hands floated over his defined muscles, relishing the feeling before sinking down onto his length. After almost a week of him being sick, they took things slowly, leisurely moving against one another against the soft material of their couch. 

“I thought you wanted to cuddle,” he laughed. She smiled into his mouth as he clutched her against him, lifting her up and settling her back onto his length at a pace that built up her release slowly. 

“I did. But you’re not sick anymore and I want you.”

“Not complaining.”

When his length hit the deepest parts of her, she sighed and arched backward. Spencer dipped his head to her breasts and pressed heated kisses to both of them while ghosting his fingers up her spine. “Oh my god, Y/N,” he breathed. “Fuck me.”

At his behest, she picked up the pace of her movements and felt the head of his cock hit her inner walls. What started out as lazy love-making became more desperate, their bodies molding together perfectly. Her walls clenched around him, puling his release from him with a choked cry that he stifled in the hollow of her chest. Seconds after he came, Y/N followed suit moaning into the open air of the apartment. She was unable to keep her hands off him and started running her hands through his silky hair as she steadied out her breathing. “Have I said how much I love you?”

“Yes,” he replied. “But by all means tell me again.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They stayed that way, exploring each other despite knowing each inch of the other’s body, for a while. “Should we go to the park still?”

“I’d like that, but…maybe we should take a shower first?” He laughed at how sweaty they had gotten. Despite the fact that they were in an airy apartment, it was like they’d been contained in a car with the windows closed.

“Together?” She asked hopefully.

“As If I would have it any other way.”

@coveofmemories @jamiemelyn @sexualemobitch @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @lukeassmanalvez @yoinkpeter @the-slytherin-ice-queen @hogwarts-konoha @sweetg

anonymous asked:

did you catch the scene where mister Jackson (I think that's his name??) drags his finger across his neck?? a shiver run up my spine, oh god

I did, yeah! That was so cool.

And when he ripped off the mustache? And winked at us? completely ruined

Uncertain Future: 6

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EVOKED


Everybody froze at Jisung’s words. The room was full of tension, and you could see a few wolves flex by protective instinct.

You on the other hand, was incredibly confused, what did the pup mean by “faculty”?

Looking around the room, you met Eunjung’s gaze and she silently came over, taking you by the hand and leading you outside to one of the benches.

You both just sat there for a moment, letting her collect her thoughts before speaking.

“A few years ago, Jisung was kidnapped.”

Your head shot up with curiosity. “Kidnapped? To where…this faculty he’s talking about?”

Eunjung nodded and told you everything. Everything, from the day he was kidnapped, to Agent Kim and his detectives, a white witch named Amber, the rescue, and the blown up faculty.

It was a lot to take in. But all the while your protectiveness over the pack intensified, knowing Jisung wasn’t hurt but disturbed, and the two wolves, who were possibly their before him, traumatized into muteness.

“Oh goddess, that’s awful,” you muttered after your friend was done explaining, massaging the bridge of your nose. “I’ll check in on him later tonight.”

She smiled. “He’ll be relieved to know you care.”

“I can’t help it,” you let out a snicker, “All these pups have got me wrapped around their finger.” You two shared a laugh, knowing how whipped every adult wolf was for them. “So how did they end up in our territory?” you steered the conversation to the two mute wolves. “Wasn’t everyone treated after being rescued?”

Eunjung nodded quickly. “Yes of course, but some wolves escaped…” She trailed off for a moment, then sighed, leaning back to rest against the table. “I think some of them just couldn’t handle the idea of being set in another room with tubes and doctors and nurses with lab coats, you get me?”

You nodded, knowing you would probably be one of those wolves to run away as far as possible. “Did you find any of them?”

She nodded. “A few we managed to track down and put them in a safe, non-abusive mental facility, others we lost.”

By her distraught tone, you knew she had wishes to save and heal all of them. “Do you feel responsible?” you asked, wanting to comfort her, like she always did before.

For a moment she stayed silent, shoulders slumped as if in defeat. “I do,” she finally whispered. “I promised Taeil I’d track down the rest of the mentally damaged wolves, especially the lone ones. We were both disappointed when none were found.”

“And now these two show up,” you finished her thought, and you both shared a glance. “But why now?”


The next day, it was reported that the hunter was awake. “You wanted to interrogate him first,” Taeyong reminded you that morning, waking you up from slumber. “Do you still wish that?”

Nodding, you looked up at him, who was leaning down to place a chaste kiss against your forehead. “Can I torture him?” you joked.

Taeyong chuckled. “That’s the last resort.”

After quickly getting dressed and gulping down your breakfast, you wished the pups a good day before heading down the basement steps.

Your sensitive hearing could pick up his breathing and inwardly smirked as you heard it hitch in his throat. The basement was dark, but your eyes adjusted quickly, mostly following your nose to lead you to the hunter.

It wasn’t until you stood right in front of the bars, did you feel your suppressed vexation begin to sizzle.

He sat in a pathetic heap on the floor, stripped of his hunter jacket and gear. His eyes were red from anxiety, and you even spotted a few major bruises along his arms and a couple peeking out from his shirt.

You knew what to say.

“Feels horrible being caged up like an animal, huh?” you spat the words out, almost tasting the venom in your throat, remembering all those years your father had caged you up like a filthy mutt. “Ring a bell, Ahnjong?”

The hunter gasped as he heard your voice speak his name. You remembered it, remembered your stepfather laughing and joking with this man in the living room. “Looks like the wolf caught the hunter.”

Ahnjong shot you a poisonous glare, hatred flaring up behind his exhausted eyes. “Are you going to kill me, like werewolves do?”

Scoffing at his comment, you took slow steps forward until you were standing feet away from the cell. “Look who’s talking,” you stated, voice strong and unwavering. “I’d think twice about who’s the savage here before pointing fingers.”

“Dogs are dogs,” the hunter sneered. “You should be locked up like the bitch you are.”

It was like a slap in the face. The term was true, you were a dog, a wolf, but you were also human, and that term was as dehumanizing as can be. You could feel yourself beginning to phase out from under your skin, your claws extending, eyes glowing gold, and your fangs pressed against your lower lip. “And you should be killed for the murderer you are,” you replied, a growl protruded from your throat. “But an eye for an eye is never the right solution.”

“Are you afraid to kill, pup?”

“No, I’m just wiser than you.” You stepped forwards until you were almost touching the bars. “Now answer my question,” you demanded, voice low and threatening. “Why were you out this evening?”

Ahnjong shrugged. “Why not? It’s perfect hunting season.”

“What is your grudge?” you snarled. "What did we ever do to you?”

Suddenly he began to laugh. It began low in his throat, then slowly bubbled out to full on laughter, leaning against the bars, his cackling bouncing off the walls of the basement. With his tired and disgusting face, the sight sent chills up your spine. “Oh my god,” the hunter gasped, eyes wide and crazed. “You guys were never told huh? Your own kind doesn’t know your history?”

You made a sound in your throat. “Of course we know our history, why wouldn’t we?”

Ahnjong was laughing again. “Your first creations were savages. They killed anything within a heartbeat! My whole family were hunters, and my little sister…” He was shaking with madness, his face turning red. “My poor little three year old sister was slaughtered by one of you.”

“But that wasn’t one of us,” you hissed fiercely, feeling anger boil in your stomach, the man was twisted. “Why go after our own kind instead of tracking down the mad wolf?”

His laughter cut off, breathing hard, looking up at you, eyes red with rage. “Just because most of you adapted to more civilized ways, doesn’t mean you won’t snap and go back to those dark ages.”

“You’re wrong,” you said, tone lowering, threatening. Tired of his talking, you spun on your heel and walked back up to the first floor.

“Yes you can, Y/N!” Ahnjong shouted behind you. “That blown up facility — you know what I’m talking about — discovered a trigger! You can change, any werewolf can! Your stepfather’s gonna drag you back home, and he’ll show you!”

SLAM!

Silence.

Moments later you realized the door slammed so hard it almost came off it’s hinges.

Ahnjong’s words rang in your ears.

He just degraded your gender, every female wolf you knew, and the entire werewolf race, even when werewolves have lived peacefully for centuries now. And your stepfather, he didn’t give up, not yet. Damn it. “Fuck you,” you whispered, feeling a couple tears slip down your cheeks. Making your way through the house, you quickly strode towards the main door.

“Y/N, wait what happened?” Johnny asked you, looking up from the TV.

“I need a moment,” you choked out and ran outside, not even caring when your clothes tore into shreds as you felt your wolf lunge out, running towards the forest.

The cool air felt wonderful through your pelt. The stars were out and the moon was bright. You ran aimlessly, weaving in and out of trees, snarling and growling as the hunter’s words kept repeating themselves over and over. You barked and headed for the lake, speeding up to a full sprint right before you plunged into the water.

You needed to wash off everything; his words, his contempt, his rage, his craziness, his energy, everything about him! You felt gross, violated, and growled again. How dare he! How dare he insult my kind! You angrily paddled around in circles, moving your legs in long, powerful strokes. 

It’s not true. You kept telling yourself this over and over again. It’s not true, it’s not true, it’s not true!

“What’s not true?”

You paused, recognizing your mate’s voice before paddling towards where he stood. His eyes were gold and holding a rolled up T-shirt and a towel, as if knowing you would be out here.

Swimming up to the edge, you jumped out of the water before shaking the water from your fur. Taeyong spluttered in surprise but laughed a little as water droplets clung to his clothes. You lay beside him and he settled down, throwing the towel over your form before you phased back.

“Gomawo,” you muttered gloomily, anger still coursing through your veins as you quickly threw the large T-shirt on. You were still very damp but didn’t mind.

“There still might be hunters out here,” Taeyong said, looking around in caution. He wrapped the towel around you and held you close, hand resting on your shoulder. You pressed against his warm side, letting his touch calm your chaotic mood.

As you both entered the living room, Johnny, Yuta, Hansol, and Kun, glanced your way but didn’t say a thing. You noticed some pups watching a few YouTube videos at the dining room table, and they shot you a comforting smile as Taeyong guided you up to his room.

You both lay on his bed, snuggled into his chest, your head tucked under his chin as he played with your now damp hair. He didn’t yet ask you to explain what the hunter said, and you were thankful, just wanting to calm down before retelling what happened in the basement.

Half an hour later, still snuggled in the same position, you took a deep breath before murmuring, “He was crazy.”

You felt Taeyong nod against your head. “And?”

“He called us savages because one unknown wer killed his sister. He called me a bitch, saying I should be locked up like the dog I was,” you paused choking on your words. Your stomach twisted in anxiety, remembering the way he spat the words out. You heard Taeyong inhale a sharp breath, knowing he wanted to say something, but you hurriedly spoke, “Let me finish.”

You felt him nod again before continuing. “Since werewolf history is incredibly violent, he believes we could still turn back to uncivilized ways.” You could feel your anger beginning to boil again as your next words were forced out between clenched teeth, “He knew the faculty Jisung was trapped in, saying they had found a trigger that could make any werewolf crazed with bloodlust…” Trailing off, you pressed closer into your mate, burying your nose into his shirt, inhaling his familiar scent. “I hope everything he said is false.”

For a moment, Taeyong remained quiet as he mused over your words, then shifted down to hold your gaze with his. “He is crazy,” he whispered, confirming your words from before. “I’m sure all hunters blindly killing are crazy.” His eyes were back to their natural dark brown, but held an intensity you were slowly getting used to. “And what he said about the faculty finding a trigger, I’m sure everything they did to those wolves surely made them go mad. They were abused and tortured, that could cause anyone want to kill.”

You nodded, letting his words reassure your worries.

“And what he said about you,” Taeyong ended, gently hooking his fingers under your chin. “He just wanted a reaction. You are not a dog, you’re a wolf, and a great one at that.” His words were firm but warm, making sure you understood them clearly. “I don’t know if you were caged up or not, but I do know that you don’t deserve to be. You’re a Luna, and a Luna nowhere near deserves to be locked up like an uncivilized animal.”

He was so close, nose almost brushing yours, breath tickling your face. You found yourself caught in his eyes, their intensity softening to reveal emotion you’ve never seen before. But a comfortable warmth began to spread through your body, as if an angel had wrapped their embrace around you, protecting you from harm of any sorts, keeping you safe and sound.

The words “saranghae” almost slipped from your tongue. What shocked you most was that you were even thinking it. Did you really love him? It had only been a short amount of time, too short to really get to know him, right? The phrase was basically an automatic reply to whenever someone did or said something incredibly kind your way. You said it a bunch with Lisa and Jennie, the friendly hunters back home. But this was slightly different.

Not wanting to face the questions yet, instead, you closed the distance between you, lips pressing against his, pouring all the appreciation you felt into the kiss. He tried hard to understand you, and you were forever grateful.

•••

So we’re going to focus on Jungwoo and Yukhei more, and then the hunter will be taken care of ALBEIT, that doesn’t mean the drama’s over, heh…

Request: Hi boo boo!! Can I request an imagine with Jack (obviously 😂😂😂) where you like either meet up with Jack after pilates class to catch coffee or something (maybe even just meeting up after class) and the reader is in her workout clothes and all these guys are like looking at her up and down and Jack is getting really jealous and he just drags you home and has his way with you? I need more Jack!!! 😂😂😂 I like only read your imagines because they’re amazing and I need more because I’m needy 💓

A/N: jealous jack is 🔥

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For the past couple of weeks you had taken up a dance class to help you de-stress after school. You were in your hardest semester of University, and it was definitely starting to take a toll on you.

The only two things that could help with your stress were dance and Jack.

Jack Lowden has been your boyfriend for about a year now, he was a godsend for you. He knew exactly how to help when you were stressed, sometimes even leaving work early to bring you home some ice cream and wine.

God you loved that man.

You’d grown into a routine for each week. Monday, Wednesday and Friday were dance class days, with Jack and you meeting up after to grab a cup of coffee. Then usually you would go to the library for a little while to study, and then come home in time for dinner.

Today had started out like any other Friday. You had just finished the dance class, and you were on your way to the little cafe down the street. You never bothered to change out of the sports bra, loose tank top and shorts, no one really ever went to the cafe this time of day.

But when you walked inside today, there was a group of uni guys in the corner. Ignoring their stares, you made your way to your boyfriend.

Jack smiled widely when he saw you, standing up and giving you a quick kiss.

“I wasn’ sure wha’ ye wanted darlin’, I know ye change yer mind all the time.“ He joked, pulling away from you.

“No worries love. I’m not really sure wha’ I want anyway.” You told him, before setting down your things. “I’m gonna go order somethin’.”

Jack nodded as you made your way to the counter, quickly browsing through the menu. You could feel stares on your back, but you ignored them. You were used to the attention when you wore workout clothes, some guys could be pigs.

Doesn’t mean it didn’t make you uncomfortable as you shifted on your feet.

A few minutes later you were walking back over to Jack with a drink and a pastry in your hand. You noticed he had a dark look on his face, sending daggers over towards the boys who were still staring at you.

As soon as Jack saw you, he was up on his feet and pulling you into a heated kiss. You threw the pastry on the table, clearing your hand so you could wrap your arm around his neck.

You held onto your boyfriend tightly, knees going weak at the surprise and intensity of the kiss. Jack never acted this way in public, he preferred to keep his romantic life private besides the occasional peck.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathing deeply, trying to catch your breath. His eyes glanced behind you, a smug smile on his face.

“What was tha?” You asked, placing a hand over your racing heart.

“I don’ like the way those boys are starin’ at ye.” He told you, a tinge of anger in his eyes.

“Just ignore them. I’ve only got eyes fer ye.” You told him, running a hand up his chest. He grabbed your hand in his, gathering up your book bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He then pulled you behind him, heading out towards the street.

“Jack! Where are we goin!?” You exclaimed, struggling to keep up with him. He looked like a man on a mission, yet when he looked back at you there was lust in his eyes.

“I’m goin’ to make sure everyone knows tha ye belong to me.” Jack growled possessively, turning his head back around.

“Meanin’?” You were still confused, yet allowed Jack to continue pulling you down the sidewalk.

“Meanin’ when we get home, the whole city’s gonna hear ye screamin’ me name.”

“Oh my god.” You murmured, a wave of pleasure rolling down your spine. “You should get jealous more often.”

“No one looks at ye like tha except me. They should be the jealous ones, they won’ be the ones hearin’ ye moan when they make ye come later. They won’ have yer scratch marks in their backs.” Jack said lowly, his voice already becoming husky.

“Fuck me.” You murmured quietly, yet he heard it. Jack froze, making you stumble into him. He turned towards you, leaning down to press his lips to your ear.

“Oh, I plan on it Y/N.”

Spectrum Ch 29

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Hey! It’s been a while! Remember this story? Remember what’s happening?

… maybe I should do another recap at some stage.

Chapter 29! In which there’s discussions, repercussions and more than a few concussions.

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Letters from Lance Chapter 1

Hey guys, here’s another Klance fan fic. This one is going to be a mini series about Lance writing letters to you about his high school days and feelings for Keith. 

Summary: Lance McClain was told to write letters about his problems after he reunites with his ex, Keith Kogane, during a high school basketball game. The reunion sparks an old flame that Lance desperately wants to put out.

Dear you,

To those of you reading this, hi, my name is Lance McClain. I’m a sixteen year old guy who tweets about his Starbucks runs and takes selfies that use the hashtags natural and no filter. Give me a break. Like I said, I’m sixteen. 

I’m writing to you because Shiro, the counselor at my school who acts like everyone’s dad, said I needed to get some things off my chest. So here goes nothing.

At my school everyone keeps score on how many girls and guys they slept with or basically cheated on throughout the school year. Well me, yeah, just keep this between us, but I’ve never slept with anyone. Girl or guy. It’s embarrassing when you’ve got about twenty guys in the gym locker room tossing around names of who slept with who, while I’m standing there between them trying to keep score of how many exams I failed. Yeah, true story.

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Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Originally posted by bsjsjkas

When you joined the cast of Teen Wolf you never in your wildes dreams thought that you would also find love in the set and your carries would sky rocket. But it all happened. And even tho you were making movies with famous people liek Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp, you still had a special place for Teen Wolf in your heart always was happy to come to set even on your days off. Just like today. 

It was your day off but you decided to visit the set and help out if needed, and right on that day they happened to be filming behind the scene videos. 

“Hey (Y/N)” Holland waved at you just as you walked on to the set, making everyone look up. But one person was even more excited to see you. Dylan jumped up and ran to you, lifting you off the ground and spining you around. 

“Oh my God, Dylan” you laughed as he placed you back down. “We saw each other this morning. That’s 3 hours ago” still holding you in his hands Dylan shrugged 

“I know, but I’m always happy to see you” and you were happy to see him too. If you had the same strength he had, you would pick him up too. As the day went on you helped here and there but most of the time you spent hanging out with everyone as the filmed and even participated in the behind the scene filming. But one moment made you smile for the rest of the day. While you were helping Holland and Shelley get ready for their next scene, you over heard Dylan talking. He was asked about the set life and how it is to film a tv show with his girlfriend who is very famous. You hated when they said that, it made you feel lie they thought you were better then everyone else, but that was not what you thought. So hearing what Dylan had to say was important to you. 

“Well set life is amazing, and filming a show with someone you love is even better. (Y/N) might be very famous but she is down to earth. I mean look it’s her day off and she is still here helping everyone out. No one is paying her to do that, she does this because she has a good heart. That’s just one of the reasons I fell in love with her.” you looked at the girl who seemed to be close to tears. You smiled to yourself and went to find Dylan to give him a big kiss for being the most amazing boyfriend you’ve ever had.  

Dismantled

This is for the langst spy au by Willowstar

  http://willowstarr.tumblr.com/post/157646187134/ok-so-what-if-a-langst-spy-au-just-hear-me

that’s the link to the first part, you need to read at least that part for this to make any sense, it will contain spoilers

‘thoughts’

“speech”

WARNING THIS FIC CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF TORTURE

Lance groaned in agony at the pain that coursed through him. His head throbbed and opening his eyes made things worse as his vision tilted and swam every which way. He attempted to move his body and found he couldn’t,

Not even a twitch.

Lance’s eyes flew open and he resisted the urge to vomit at the action. Panic overtook him as he attempted to move again and found he couldn’t he couldn’t. He found that eh could move his arms slightly but doing so with his right arm sent a jolt of agony up it and made his vision grow white briefly.

‘I can’t move, why can’t I move?!′

Lance then remembered that he had been fighting Keith and the stinging pain from the cut across his face became more apparent.

‘we were fighting and then-’

Keith had let him fall, and as Lance had finally hit the bottom, he remembers the cracking sound before passing out.

‘Oh god- my, my spine. Please don’t let it be my sine’

If it was his spine he was screwed,he would never move again. At least not his legs.

Footsteps clicked across the floor and Lance did his best to turn his head towards the source. He couldn’t look up at the whomever approached him but the boots were Galra armor.

“Oh my sweet little Blue what happened”

Lance winced as the Galra rushed over to him and at the sickening cooing tone of their voice.

Lotor.

Even as Lance was likely dying Lotor was still taking every opportunity to “woo” him.

Lance could vaguely feel the upper part of his body being lifted, but upon looking down saw that his entire body had been lifted off the floor.

So it really was his spine.

He couldn’t feel anything below his waist. His upper body didn’t fair much better, while he could still feel it and could move his arms, it was only a slight feeling. A twitch was the most he could manage. He wouldn’t be able to walk ever again. And he likely wouldn’t be able to use his arms again either, at least not to their full extent, if at all.

“Your former teammates have fled, they did quite the amount of damage. In more ways than one”

Lance tried not to shudder. He didn’t have to look at Lotor to feel that hungry gaze raking over his body. Lotor walked down the hallways taking several turns before stopping at a place Lance had come to know to avoid.

Haggar’s personal little workshop.

Most aliens that went in here did not come back in one piece.

If they came back at all.

Lance was walked in an placed on Haggar’s table. He was internally panicking and tried his best not to show it. He was  in a bad position. He was severely injured and unable to move and was about to be at the mercy of the demented witch.

Speak of the devil Haggar was now in the room.

It always bothered Lance how she could move so silently, it meant that if she wanted to kill you,

you’d likely never hear her coming.

Haggar grinned at him and he visibly winced at the smile, which only made it grow wider.

“Do what you have to”

Haggar laughed at Lotor’s command and Lance winced once again as she turned to him, the smile on her face more sadistic than before.

“As you wish my prince”

Lance has been in pain before.

He’s experienced it a lot actually.

He’s been badly burned, had his front teeth knocked out by a baseball, gotten into rough and tumble situations with his sibling resulting in bruises and bloody noses.

He’s suffered broken bones more than once, even had to have one reset. And when you reset bones they can’t put you under. You have to be awake so they know they set it right. He was given medicine to forget though, so I guess he could be grateful for that. Lance has even had stitches.

But none of that could prepare for what came next in Haggar’s “care.”

The next months are tormenting and anguish unlike anything he’s ever known.

None of the injuries he’s ever had could ever compare to this. What was left of his right arm had been removed, and not with any sort of care. Not like Lance was expecting bed side manner from Haggar mind you.

But the spine was the worst. Lance was strapped to the table to ensure he wouldn’t move with his back facing up. Haggar then began to cut into his skin down his spine. Lance bit his cheek to keep himself from crying out as she then separated his skin and spread i out, sticking something like needles into his back to keep the skin open. She continued this process with the muscle and everything else until she finally reached the bone.

Lance wished he couldn’t feel this. He thought he shouldn’t be able to, but then again he wasn’t really sure how anatomy worked. For all he knew Haggar was using her magic so he would feel all of this.

She didn’t trust him, he knew that.

It was one of the reasons he avoided her, The other’s being he found her disturbing.

Honestly Lance was slightly afraid of her.

A sharp stab of pain drew him out of his thoughts and he let a wheeze of pain.

He heard a clack as something dropped into the bowl like object next to him. As he looked over another pain and another object dropped into it again.

It was bone.

Haggar was removing his spine. granted it was useless as it was but the very thought of it be taken out of his body like this instilled terror in him. He jerked and thrashed only to feel the familiar burning of quintessence magic from his spars with the druids wash over his body.

“Be still! Endure it. When I am finished with you, you will regain your ability to walk, and so much more.”

Lane whimpered at the statement as Haggar continued to dig around in his back and removing his spine. He could feel the tolls she was using scrape around and cut the spine from the flesh holding it there. He could feel her claws digging around in his back.

She was enjoying this, causing him pain like this.

Haggar much like Lotor was sadistic. But her sadism stemmed from whatever her goals were. Lotor’s was mindless and random, a form of entertainment whenever he grew bored or a result of his explosive and short temper.

Haggar seemed to have finished removing his spine as she began to move around ridding herself of tools and having a druid rid of his spine in the bowl.

Another druid came into the corner of his vision and handed something to Haggar, he couldn’t make it out from this angle. When Haggar once again approached him he could make out what was in her hands. IT was a metal spine, a prosthetic. She was going to stick that in his back. With the magic holding him down all Lance could do was bite back the scared whine.

Haggar moved towards his back and out his vision again and Lance jolted slightly as she began to force the spine into his back, He felt her move it around as she began to attach the spine to the bone of his neck and his tail bone.

Lance couldn’t hold back the scream of pain at what happened next. He could feel the prosthetic as though it were his actual spine and could feel it burning as if it was on fire from Haggar’s quintessence running though it.

“This will allow the prosthetic to take the place of your spine. This will allow it to actually function.”

Haggar’s words ran dully though his head as his vision contorted and darkened and finally he passed out.

When Lance awoke again he was no longer held down by quintessence. He was also now facing upwards. Lance was first aware of the devastating pain his back was in. The next thing he was aware of is the remainder of his right arm being stretched away from his body by a pair of hands, before being strapped down.

The pain then started fully awaking Lance from his stupor. It was Haggar again and she was attaching something to where his right arm once was. He felt it latch in place finally as another piece of it was slipped under his back and winced as it dug into his shoulder blade finally clicking into place.

“Awake I see, well not for long.” Haggar’s hand sparked with her quintessence as placed it on his head. “Rest now, there is much for us to do when you awake again”

Lance felt the magic pulse into his head and a fog settled in his mind his thoughts growing heavier as was forced into sleep.

When Lance awoke again the pain had subsided to a dull throb, and it was a while before his mind cleared enough for him to think coherently. He examined his surroundings and found himself  in his room.

Or well what Lotor had given to him, it really wasn’t his room, this was only temporary after all.

As Lance set up a sharp stab went up his spine and right arm, and Lance doubled over as his i went white. He was aware he was retching from the sounds he could hear, but luckily he had nothing on his stomach from the “surgery” being done however long ago it was.

Quite some time actually given the empty feeling in Lance’s stomach. When color came back to him and everything became clear again Lance forced himself to his feet, ignoring the smaller pricks of pain that he felt when he did so. Lance stumbled over to the mirror and collapsed against the dresser.

He breathed slowly trying to steady himself as the room had begun to spin again. When the incessant throbbing in his head had finally died down he looked up into the mirror.

Lance’s breath hitched in his throat. He knew his right arm would be gone, He just didn’t think it would be all of it. The prosthetic went all the way up to his shoulder, and when he shifted it he could feel that it covered his shoulder blade as well. Lance touched the cold Galra prosthetic and winced at the thought of how much damage must have been done that the whole thing had to be cut off.

Lance swallowed the lump in his throat as he slowly turned around to get a look at his spine. He trembled at the sight of his back, covered in criss cross sections of scars all around his spine. Almost all of the skin that had been over the spine was gone, only a small amount remaining around the edges of it. Metal coldly glinted back at him as if grinning a sadistic smile. The shiny grey substance ran all the way up to his neck and stopped at his hairline.

Lance couldn’t keep himself up anymore as his legs gave out beneath him. He dug his hand s into the ground, the prosthetic ripping up some of the carpet as his arms shook.

Finally Lance let out the scream of anguish, anger, pain and utter betrayal he had felt from the moment this hell started.