pink whirls

anonymous asked:

What about team nice dynamite playing surgeon simulator on a real person

Oh jeez that gets awfully bloody awfully quickly. It’s definitely  one of their nastier games, which considering who they are and what they’ve done is really saying something.

The idea is probably born in Caleb’s office. Michael’s grumbling his way through stitches, reluctantly laughing as Gavin makes a nuisance of himself while he waits, opening draws, playing with tools, theorising about what everything does, miming out increasingly disturbing looking operations until Caleb finally banishes him back to the waiting chair under the threat of a first-hand demonstration.

Still, the idea is planted and not even a week goes by before Michael and Gavin decide to rob a hospital, pick up a few tools of their own, and play doctor. They get everything from scrubs and gloves to speciality instruments and various medications, alongside a few of their own concoctions and no small number of personal knives. Their ‘surgery’ is an abandoned warehouse; not even one of Geoff’s, just somewhere private where no one will notice them making a mess. And boy do they make a mess.

Their first involuntary patient is a very bad man indeed, cruel and nasty and just generally lacking in heart. So they take his out. Dig around for a bit, surprised by the effort it takes to get through the ribcage, wondering at the sheer amount of blood, the various strange bits and pieces they rummage through, organs they examine then toss to the floor to continue their quest. Astonishingly the patient does not survive, but they manage to extract the heart before it stops beating so at the end of the day they call it a successful endeavour.

For the next sorry contestant, who had the misfortune of witnessing something he shouldn’t have and running his mouth in the wrong company, there is a very delicate eye surgery, followed by a far less delicate experimentation to determine which vaguely eye-shaped objects found laying around the penthouse would make the best replacements.

There’s a dirty cop working for the wrong gang whose night ends with his brain on the floor, a noisy thorn in Geoff’s side who involuntarily donates his kidneys to science, a brief foray into dentistry leaves a crook without their teeth, an arms-dealer who got a bit too touchy loses an arm, and in a move that’s more petty than anything else, a wanna-be conman who thought he could manipulate Gavin of all people gets to accidentally teach them just how quickly a person can bleed out when they’re missing their tongue. 

With all the compassion of serial-killers, the selfish amusement of egocentric children and the in-built bravado born from the unwavering support of a best friend the only end in sight for this awful new game is the inevitable moment Team Nice Dynamite gets bored and moves on to something else.

The rest of the FAHC doesn’t know what they’re up to in their spare time but have seen enough shared looks and whispered plans to know they’re doing something, have witnessed more than enough of that particular brand of nasty delight to know it’s something devastating. Still, when casual inquiry reveals nothing more than a pair of matching grins, somewhat secretive and entirely wicked, it’s generally agreed that it’s best to just sit back and wait for the mayhem to roll in.

Which is all well and good for a while, but eventually Jeremy and Ryan are bored enough, curious enough, nosey enough to give up on patience and track them down. It’s not particularly difficult, they’re not really hiding, but what has been seen cannot be unseen and Jeremy, for one, desperately wishes he’d left Ryan to investigate on his own. Ryan stands in silence, reaction hidden behind his mask though Jeremy fancies that there’s something upsettingly amused in the way he surveys what is undoubtably a makeshift surgery, eyes sharply interested as they flick around the room, to the blood on the floor, the walls, to the body on the table, the wailing heart-monitor and an IV bag filled with something oddly glittery.

Jeremy is feeling slightly less impartial. Maybe it’s just the surprise of it all; he was expecting another firework bomb, maybe a kidnapped cop or the makings of an elaborate prank, anything other than the cold, still, Dexter-like vibe of this particular undertaking. It’s almost too much, too disturbing, even with everything the FAHC have done, everything he himself has done. Perhaps it shouldn’t be, maybe it’s no worse, not really, but in the shock of landing in what looks like a horror movie torture room Jeremy can’t help but think that this is something else, that this is terrible.  

Then Gavin tears through, squawking up a storm and holding two eyeballs up over his head like they’re watching Michael, who’s roaring with laughter and whirling something pink and fleshy around like a lasso as he gives chase, and just like that the moment is thoroughly broken. Ryan snorts, turning on his heel and heading out the way he came but Jeremy can’t quite make himself leave, can’t even stay silent, not when Michael slides through something unnamable, wiping out into a tray of instruments and going down under a bombardment of misplaces organs like the worlds goriest slapstick routine.

The sound has Gavin finally catching sight of Jeremy, eyes widening in shock before he grins, wild and disastrous as he crows out a greeting, calling for the illustrious Doctor Dooley to come in and save him from the heavy-handed fumblings of Doctor Jones, and honestly at that point there’s really little else Jeremy can do but start looking around the room for a spare pair of gloves.

Glory


A/N: *Emerges from my cave and months of inactivity* Hey guys. I watched the new music video. so uh… yeah. Enjoy!


“Can I tell you a story?”

You snuggle closer to Dan, smiling at his words. “Of course you can.” You grab the bottle of liquor from him, taking a swig. The liquid burns down your throat, but you relish in the warmth that pools through you.

Dan looks up to the sky, a small smile on his face. “Once upon a time, there was a sweet, innocent boy, and a beautiful, incredible girl.”

You snort in derision. “There’s hardly anything innocent about that boy.”

A dark bar, the air heavy with the scent of old cigars, sweat, old love, lost love, new love. The strands of your pink wig whirl around as you laugh and dance, almost oblivious to the sudden disappearance of your car keys.

Almost.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the thief in the act as he swipes your keys from your table and hurries off outside. Eyes widening in panic and anger, you abandon your partner and wind through the bodies of people to run outside. 

“Hey!” The stranger stops in his tracks. “I saw what you did, bastard. Give them back, now.”

The stranger turns around, and you’re confronted with a lanky man with high cheekbones, wild, dark hair, a somewhat bashful grin, and the darkest, bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. They seem to pierce right through you.

“Oh, these are yours?” He gives an unconvincing laugh. Your scowl deepens, though you take note of the obviously British accent. “Sorry… I was only going to borrow it.” 

You quirk an eyebrow. “Really?” you deadpan, completely unconvinced.

The stranger nods, eyebrows drawing together into a pitiful, earnest look. “My friends and I are racing to see who can get to the Joshua Tree National Park. I… would’ve given it back, promise!”

You know his story is complete bullshit, but you can’t help but smirk all the same. There was something about this guy…

“I’ll drive you there, alright?”

The stranger looks up at you, surprise lighting up in his eyes. “Sorry?”

You cross your arms. Your smirk evens out into a full smile. “I’ll take you to the national park.”

“It’s a ways away.”

“Then let’s road trip. You pay for gas, I get to sleep in the backseat, and we’ll take turns driving. Deal?”

The stranger doesn’t move for a moment, clearly contemplating the plan, before he steps toward you and sticks out his hand. You shake it. 

“Deal.”

I was only going to borrow it…”

You laugh at Dan’s feeble attempt to defend himself.

“… besides, it’s a shit car anyway. Someone was bound to steal it. You’re lucky it was only me.”

You pout, patting the metal hood you and Dan are lying on. “Excuse me, it’s a classic.”

Dan shakes his head, relinquishing the argument to you. “Right.”

You poke his side. “And what happened, on that trip?”

Dan tilts his head, looking up at the inky black sky. “Oh, the boy and girl started off rocky. It was such a split decision, neither one knew how to act.” He intertwines his fingers with yours, gazing down at it reminiscently. “But then, the girl started talking. About her interests, her dreams, her view of the universe. And slowly, yet surely, the boy started to fall in love.”

You feel yourself start to redden, so you roll your eyes and nudge him playfully with your shoulders. “Really though, what fantastical adventures did these kids go on?”

Dan hums. “Well, there was that time the boy jumped into someone else’s pool with his clothes still on…”

The water is still, quiet and, above all else, cold. Your breath fogs up in front of you, a reminder of the childhood days when your imagination transformed you into a fearsome dragon. The stranger – Dan, his name is – tugs on your hand impatiently. “Come on, let’s jump in the water!”

“Dan, you’re still dressed!” Your words are lost behind you as a string of giggles bursts from you. 

Dan looks back with that now-familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come on!”

Okay, okay,” you pant out, ripping your hand from his. You look uncertainly at the icy water. “Okay… on the count of three.”

Dan grins and nods. He looks at the water, obviously mentally bracing himself. “One…”

You bend your knees. “Two…”

“Three!” Dan leaps into the water with a yell. The sheet of still water shatters as Dan hits the surface.

Meanwhile, you’re still on dry land, laughing as Dan splutters to the surface, looks around for you, and proceeds to give you the finger when he realises you hadn’t jumped.

You smile fondly at the memory, except…

“It was a lake, not someone’s pool!”

Dan shrugs. “Either way, you lied to me about jumping in together.”

Rather than reply to his accusation, you take another swig of the bottle. “What about that time the guy dared the girl to run through some stranger’s house?”

“I’m getting to that part!” Dan grabs the bottle back indignantly. “Now where was I…”

The car comes to a sudden stop in the middle of a quaint, suburban neighbourhood. You jolt awake from your nap to find the vehicle sitting idle in front of a house. The front door is open, with only the screen door barring the way inside. 

Dan turns to you with a crooked, devilish smile. “I dare you to run through that house.”

You stare back at Dan for a heartbeat before bursting out laughing. “Yeah, sure. Lemme just solicit through and trespass on private property. I might even get lucky and get shot.”

“I’ll drive for the next twelve hours, and I’ll buy you dinner.”

You quirk your brow at that. Now that’s a more intriguing offer. “And I just have to run through, yeah?”

Dan nods.

You tap your chin. “Drop the 12-hour drive, but you have to come with me.”

Dan grins, sticking his hand out. You shake it hard. “Deal.”

You open the door and step out of the car, walking nervously up to the door. A part of you hopes that the handle won’t turn, or that the door would still be locked, but the door opens with ease. You step in, looking cautiously around. You glance back at Dan, beckoning him in before you sprint through the modern-looking house, Dan in tow. You give a squeal when you find two elderly couple on the couch, absolute confusion and panic written all over their faces. 

“Sorry, pardon me!” Dan shouts behind him as you make a beeline for the back door. You hear the old man shout behind you, but you and Dan are already out the door and running back to the front. 

You jump into driver’s seat. “Come on!” 

Dan wrenches the door open the ducks quickly into the passenger side. The wheels squeal loudly as you stomp on the accelerator. The car shoots forward and you glance at the rearview mirror to find the couple running outside. The old man raises his fist angrily at the car, and you and Dan laugh almost maniacally as the adrenaline rushes through you.

And the old man even had a gun!”

You throw your head back in a loud laugh. “What?!”

Dan looks at you with a serious expression, but you can see the mirth in his eyes. “Yeah, that definitely happened. We could’ve died!”

You scoff playfully. “Yeah, sure.” You snuggle closer to Dan, and you feel his arm hug you protectively. “Remember that dance class? You didn’t even want to try…”

Dan’s face, etched in embarrassment, as he looks at the groups of people in the dance studio milling around. “I’m not sure about this.”

You latch on to his arm, smiling encouragingly at him. “I am. And I’m always right.”

Dan rolls his eyes. “Right, I forgot.”

You grin as you pull Dan into the studio. “Come on!”

Dan hum in disagreement. “What are you on about? I totally outdanced you.”

Dan gives his full, toothy smile at you, his eyes practically sparkling despite the relative darkness of the studio. He’s drenched in sweat and his moves are still jerky and awkward, but you lean in to hug him regardless. 

“You were great, Dan,” you tell him. You don’t see his expression, but he gives you an extra squeeze before pulling back. His face has a strange expression on it, but you can’t pin down what it is.

“Thank you.”

“Right, that’s why you’re such a great dancer now.” You laugh as Dan shoves you. Had it not been for his arm, you probably would’ve gone sliding off.

Dan leans his head against yours. “And finally, when the boy and the girl, after so many miles and so many days, reached the national park, the boy revealed his big secret…”

“I actually didn’t have a crazy race with my friends here.”

You roll your eyes, leaning your head on Dan’s shoulders. Both your legs are hung over the edge, swinging carefree over the hundred-foot drop. “I figured when you didn’t even so much as talk about them during the entire trip.” You lift your head to look at Dan. The sunset, with the pink hues, strikes his face and accentuate all of his most special features. The curve of his cheekbones. Each long, sweeping eyelash. The freckles splashed over his nose and below his eyes. A faint breeze ruffles his wild hair. “But tell me. Why did you steal my keys in the first place?”

Dan smiles, looking down at your intertwined fingers. “Well… I wanted to grab your attention. Seeing you dance up on that table, with that bright wig, and those beautiful eyes… I knew I had to grab your attention somehow.”

You laugh, though you can feel yourself blushing. You know the sunset is highlighting your now-rosy cheeks. “That could’ve backfired so hard, though.”

Dan lifts his hand to your face, his thumb trace up and down your cheek as he leans forward. “Maybe, but this has surpassed even my wildest dreams.”

You smile softly back and let your eyes flutter closed. And in that darkness, in that silence, you feel his lips touch yours.

You open your eyes and pull away from Dan’s kiss at a large rumble in the sky. You and Dan look up just in time to see a large jet lift up from the ground. It soars through the air and into the inky night sky.

You snuggle back into Dan’s body. “You tell it differently every time,” you say softly.

Dan returns with his special crooked grin. “Well, I like my version better.”

~~~~~ willyumfarquarson ~~~~~

The Potter Wedding (Part 2/3)

Part 2 of 3

Part 1 here

Part 3 here

Warnings: Friend feels; Wedding Feels; FatherxDaughter Feels; SiriusxReader

Summary: Reader x Sirius at the wedding of Lily and James. Both realise that they are with the one they wish to marry, and eventually end up in an intimate proposal situation.

You stiffened your back and caught your breath. Everyone was smiling at you as you walked towards the aisle, rose petals of pink and peach whirling around your feet as your long dress flowed around your ankles with each step. You smiled politely back at them, turning your head slightly to the left and right as you walked. You were glad that most of them were turning their attention back to the house above, watching eagerly for a glimpse of Lily.

As you stepped closer to the altar, you saw James standing in front of the aisle, a stupid massive grin on his face. You chortled back at him as he winked and gave a small thumbs up, his hair an unruly mess, his tux hanging perfectly on his broad shoulders. You shook your head slightly as he turned his attention behind you. James will be James. He looked handsome, and nervous, and cocky, and (most importantly) the happiest you had ever seen him.

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Among Monsters of Men

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

  • kihyun x reader
  • characters: magician!reader (gender neutral), magician!kihyun, cait sìth!hyungwon, faun!minhyuk, näkki!wonho (+more mythical creature!mx in later parts)
  • genre: fantasy
  • word count: 2005
  • part 1/?

With the power to tame mythical creatures to do their bidding, magicians were individuals greatly looked down upon in society.

Your particular village was more than unaccepting of your kind; they loathed you enough to banish you once they found out about your true identity.

In a dire attempt to save your life, you stumble upon a particular Cait Sìth that invites you to meet and live with his master… another one of your kind.

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Bite The Hand

A/N: A commission for the lovely @anikokinoshi. He asked for Neo/Blake and said I could go wild with it, so I wrote a little mafia AU intrigue.
No pronouns for Blake; She/Her for Neo. 

Word Count: 1080




If Neo were just a smidge less neurotic they might have wound up killing each other. There was nothing holding that woman together except a string of promises, vows made to more solid people. Blake didn’t blame her; if you blink and the whole world changes, what do you have to anchor yourself to?

The people Neo attached herself to were her anchors. Sometimes money exchanged hands but mostly it was people she used to reaffirm her own existence.

For the past few months, since they had started working together, Neo decided Blake was going to be her newest anchor.

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Princess to the Rescue

Chat Noir gets into a bit of trouble when the akuma-ed magician Exodus the Spectacular overpowers him in a fight and Ladybug is nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, a baker’s daughter joins the fight.

aka Marinette totally has Bo staff fight training and kicks some villain butt.

(AO3) (FF.net)

Chat swore as his baton clattered away from him as his wrists were pinned to the ground. A second later, handcuffs were locked into place around his wrists, holding his hands together tightly enough that he wouldn’t have been able to use Cataclysm, even if he still had the energy to do it. That meant that even if he managed to keep the villain of the week off of his ring, he’d be running out of energy soon and reverting back to his normal form.

“You’re mine now,” Exodus the Spectacular cackled, cracking his knuckles before reaching for Chat Noir’s ring. “Soon your Miraculous will be mine, and Ladybug will be easy pickings when you’re gone- and then everyone will have to enjoy my magic tricks!”

Chat snarled, twisting away and holding his hands close to himself. “Don’t talk about her like that! She’s stronger than me!” And smarter, he added to himself. He chanced a glance up at the sky, desperately hoping that Ladybug would show up and save him, like she had so many times before. She hadn’t shown up yet, no doubt delayed by something. She always had luck and timing on her side, so he was sure that  would lead her to him right about…. now.

And nothing.

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~1500 words of older!skank!kurt and blaine uwu

home from university for the summer, kurt meets blaine. as brand-new boyfriends, they decide to spend a hot, summery day together!

warnings: very light d/s (kinda just jumped in there itself)!

Seven in the evening of a baking summer day, and Kurt Hummel has a warm bundle of squirming Blaine Anderson in his lap.

There’s a set of white steps that lead into the shallow end of the swimming pool in the Anderson’s garden, and once Kurt arrived, he sat himself down there, cool water lapping at his ankles, watching Blaine with his chin resting in his hands.

Swimming would not be the correct word for what Blaine was doing. It was more… flipping, kicking, spinning and trying to make Kurt laugh. At first, he was succeeding, and Kurt had to bite his lips to dull the smile that threatened to break free.

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A Necessity

Prompt: SS family fic
Submitted by: catherraan

Summary: Sakura explains the story of her and Sasuke.

It was a warm spring morning. Uchiha Sakura sat on her back porch, in a pale pink sundress, watching her husband train their rose haired daughter in swordplay. 

“You can join them, you know,” she said to the little girl next to her. “You don’t have to keep me company, Setsu." 

The dark haired girl poured herself a glass of lemonade from the pitcher between them. “It’s fine,” she assured while eyeing her twin’s spar. “Besides, I don’t think I’ll ever be that good with weapons. It would be better for me to focus my training on other things.” 

Sakura laughed, adjusting her floppy straw hat as a strong breeze came by. “Setsu, you’re eight. How can you even begin to think you know what you’ll be good at?”

"It’s easy. People just don’t pay attention. Look at Saya.” Setsuna sipped her drink and then pointed to her sister’s back. Pink hair whirled capriciously as she rushed to parry their father’s strikes. 

“She looses control of her chakra when she gets worked up. She’s better with a sword because its power is mostly physical, instinctual. I’m better at genjutsu because it’s mostly mental." 

Sakura closed her eyes in thought. “If you lack earth, run through the fields and seek strength,” she quoted, mind drawing her back to a lesson from long ago. It never ceased to amaze her how much of herself she saw in her tiny scholar. 

"What do you mean?” the girl questioned. 

“Nothing you need to worry about now.” She stroked her daughter’s dark hair affectionately.

“I’m just amazed. The only thing I knew about myself when I was your age was, well…” Her green eyes softened fractionally as they rested upon Sasuke. 

Following her gaze, Setsuna shook her head. “Oh goodness, mom. 

“Don’t make that face. It’s gonna happen to you too sooner or later.”

The girl shook her head resolutely. “Not interested.”

“You’re so stubborn,” Sakura chuckled. “Just like your father.”

“What was that, annoying?” Sasuke asked, appearing seemingly out of nowhere with their other daughter in tow.

“Nothing that isn’t true,” she teased, pulling him down into a kiss.

“Must they?” Sayako asked as her dad left them on the porch presumably to prepare for a mission.

“They must,” Setsuna deadpanned. “Every. Single. Day.”

“It’s sweet though,” Sayako took to blowing the fluff from a group of nearby dandelions. “I want to be in love like that someday. How’d you do it mom?”

Sakura lifted her face toward the sun. “I waited, mostly,” she responded after a bit of thought.

“For how long?” The tiny pinkette questioned.

“Hmm, ten years?” She speculated. “Twelve tops.”

“Hn.” Setsuna shook her head. That was ridiculous. A woman like her mother could’ve had her pick of all the men in the shinobi world.

Sayako blanched, honking of a certain Hokage’s firstborn son. “I-is that how long it takes to get a boy to notice you?”

“It depends on the boy. I’d only do it if he’s worth waiting for.”

“What kind of boy is?”

“None,” Setsuna quipped, arms crossed. “Okasama is just really nice.”

“Is that true, kaa-chan?” Sayako glanced up at the woman inquisitively. She was gorgeous, incredibly sweet, and a legendary ninja. She couldn’t imagine her mother ever having to wait for anything.

“I’d like to think so,” Sakura admitted, eyes still skyward. “But it wouldn’t be true. I waited for your father because I loved him. Every time he was gone it felt like I was standing alone in the dark. I always wanted him around me. I still do.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Saya gushed. “It sounds exhausting,” Setsuna decided. “I’m going to go finish my book.”

“Wait! Help me curl my hair!” The pinkette called, scampering inside after her twin.

“Not a chance. Just cut it already.”

“No. Grow yours out. You’ll look much cuter.”

Sakura sighed, watching them go. One day, she thought, her girls would know love for themselves and the hurt it was known to cause. They’d realize it was a necessity for living.

She wondered if by then she’d be able to pull some practical advice from this crazy life she led. “No promises there,” she told herself. But somehow she knew that they’d be alright anyway.

Notes: Mother’s Day-esque fic for your dashboards (I know I’m a day late but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway). Thanks for reading, guys!

happy independence day and gruvia unison raid day! Yaaay. allow me to drop this here before we all burst into feels in about 14 hours. this one’s dedicated to juvvias because her fics are great and make me weep & Aya-himexX on ff.net because aww, you can always be my friend! feel free to message me whenever because unlike Gray, I don’t bite ;D

gloooriously semi-NSFW so i put it under the cut.
read on ff.net here


title: for your eyes only
rating: M
summary: Gray and Juvia make a sex tape. What could possibly go wrong?

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