#it's baaack

[starlightshadowsworld]

Experiment ZARC

No because the audacity of Leo Akaba to traumatise this child, raise him in a lab without any clue why or his true origins.

Telling him he was a sick child who had to stay their for his own safety.

Allow his children, Declan and Ray near said experiment only when he realised they could be used to know his weaknesses.

Give him tangible ties Leo could manipulate him with if he had to.

Without his children knowing, they adopt Zarc as their little brother.

Leo doing all this, abusing this poor child and than the day he cracks and learns the truth, Leo makes it seem his kids knew the truth abd have betrayed him.

Ray dueling Zarc when she doesn't want to but its the only way to get thro to him.

Both of them lost because of Leo's actions but he turns the world on Zarc.

He blames, frames and destroys this innocent kid while protecting his own image as the poor man who lost his daughter.

Making her into a maytr when she turned on him the second she realised the truth.

Yeah fuck that guy.

[irregularscans]

So...

Guess what’s coming tomorrow...

[m0oranshi]

Edward: Whomever planned this assassination attempt on Lee, I’ll find them and have their limbs ripped from their bodies, piece by piece!

Riddler: But I thought we liked our limbs.

Edward: Shut u-... Wait... Wh-... Oh. Shit.

Riddler: TROLOLOLO

[lost-in-fandoms1999]

My Family and Supernatural #14

Me: I hate Tuesdays...

Mom: You start back school on Tuesday is that why?

Me: Yes, but freaking Heat of the moment will play at some point and make it worse.

Mom: ...

Me: What it always does and it's ridiculous! I can't stand that song anymore on Tuesdays.

Mom: ...Dammit Supernatural.

Me: O_o Did you just...Wow I can't believe you said that!

[I start laughing.]

Mom: Whatever Tuesday night's dinner, How does tacos sound?

Me: °_°

[She does not know the taco thing on Tuesdays.]

Mom: What did I say something wrong?

Me: No way am I eating a taco on Tuesday woman.

Mom: Why!?

Me: Dean died from eating a taco on a Tuesday! 'Do these tacos taste funny to you?'

Mom: I give up!

[thelittlescrimshaw]

The Girl and Her Dragon, Ch. 10 Teaser: 

The ground beneath their feet was damp and spongy from the melted snow, the tiniest blades of grass just beginning to emerge. Rey did her best to avoid the puddle of mud as they walked towards the gates.

“Corellia’s a bit more conservative,” Poe said. “So if anyone asks – though I doubt they will -Finn’s your husband, you’re my sister. We’re travelling from Mustafar, in the East. The city’s big enough that we’ll be fine. Just steer clear of the Imperial army.”

Rey nodded. Her experience with the Empire was few and far between; when she lived back east, in Jakku, soldiers rarely went through the Niima Outpost. There was a boy she knew - Left Handed Jim - named such because he lost his right hand trying to steal from an officer. There ended her experience with the Army.

“How...can you tell who’s in the Imperial Army?” she wondered aloud. She was embarrassed to ask, but it had been nearly a decade since she’d seen a soldier - and even then, the memory was fuzzy.

“There’ll likely be at least one squadron guarding the city,” Finn said, keeping his eyes fixed ahead of him, shoulders tense. “The Capitol isn’t as central as it used to be, not after the southern ports became independent - and the sieges in the north. You’ll recognize them - their armor is white.”

“You should be fine,” Poe said to Rey. “My informant is - well, everything is very sub rosa. Nobody wants to start a battle in the Capitol outright, not until summer at least.” He said this with a grin and a glint in his eye, as if he’d very much like to be apart of a battle for the Capitol come summer.

“Easy there,” Finn said with a laugh, picking up on the same sentiment. “We’re just here for information. Sub rosa, like you said. Then Rey and I are keeping an ear out for Skywalker.”

[doodleonpaper]

fucking gold

[iamidentical]

71/50 words. finished a paragraph and started another one. plot points in mirror closer than they appear. bedtime!

[smutnug]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 13/?

Morrigan carried an awareness of Flemeth in much the same way a wolf might track the movements of a giant spider: not driven to seek a fight, but ready to strike back should the need arise. An ancient, primitive part of her brain told her to ready herself for that day.

Such it was that when the old woman sat up in bed - her daughter was unconvinced that she ever truly slept - Morrigan was awake as well, killing magic coiled behind the skin of her fingers.

"Up, girl," Flemeth rasped, her gnarled feet already upon the floor. "We will need poultices and bandages. Ready yourself to be useful, if you can."

So, the horde approached Ostagar. "Are we to be a field hospital, then? Shall I ready beds for the entire army?"

"No." The witch paused in the doorway, her mouth set in a thin line and her eyes focused on something far away. "Only two."

Where are we to sleep, then? was on the tip of Morrigan's tongue. But the door slammed, there was a ripple in the Veil and the slow beat of leathery wings, and Flemeth was gone.