Direct sequel to Binding but this makes sense as a standalone.
I knew I was doing the right thing.
I just wish it didn’t have to hurt so much.
It was strange, hidden in the heavy rain, body wound tight like a cat about to pounce, watching the mobsters and gangsters move across the oil platform. It was my first time I would be doing anything like this, yet my mind couldn’t escape the fact that I had hurt someone.
The Suit wasn’t made for me; it was made for the world. We, as a team, wanted to save the world, so we designed a suit that could protect anyone no matter the cost.
I stole it because he scared me. There was this look in Hector’s eyes that didn’t seem right. This greed, this insatiable thirst for something he was too scared to say out loud, and of course I understood that. I wanted things for the world too.
Continue reading “Baby”
It was Ice Cream Day and everyone in the high school cafeteria had been treated to delicious ice cream, and this warmed Donnie’s heart so much that he secretly cried in front of the lunch lady as she ladled it to him. But his tears quickly turned to dismay as he realized that he only had one scoop.
He was a big guy and for his tremendous gut to be taken care of, he would need two scoops. But he didn’t want to say anything and make a scene, so he shuffled along with the other students.
Five minutes into lunch, Donnie forgot about his quarrel with the cafeteria staff, partially because he was dimwitted and forgetful, and partially because he was incredibly out of touch with his feelings.
Donnie liked lunchtime because he didn’t really have to talk or think or do anything really. He could just shovel food into his face and not even care. Because when he was with the boys, he was the King of the Cafeteria.
Continue reading “Two Scoops”
The ocean of blood went as far as the eye could see. Unspeakable anguish in the place of the midsummer land that was once their home. The Third Impact.
Somehow, the world was able to become what they knew it to be after the Second Impact. People were able to come together and rebuild, and breathe life into something so hollow and so longing.
Miss Misato witnessed that, but it very much seemed like she was gone, as was anyone else. All that remained was Shinji’s feeble hands clutched to her throat, thumb against the windpipe.
She guessed that she felt numb. It was hard to say.
Continue reading “One More Final: I Need You (an Evangelion fanfic)”
This is the 50th post on this blog so I decided to put together a self-reflection piece on where I am in life right now. A bunch of my old characters show up but you can read it out of context. If there’s an underlined thing, that means it’s a link to that character’s story.
My depression hit me really hard this year and if it wasn’t for some of my wonderful friends and this blog here, I don’t think I’d be alive. Honestly.
So thank you so much for being part of this and I really hope you enjoy it. Continue reading “Katrinick”
I found a stray kitten wandering outside my apartment complex
She was so curious and pawed at everything her little body would allow
Climbed to places I would never dare
Even though they were just two feet off the ground
Something in me was struck
So I tried to save her
I followed her around, coaxing her to get into this box
So she could be warm and safe that night
And failed and watched her fade into shadow
And had nightmares about her safety
Continue reading “A Kitten Named Ariadne, She Died, She Died”
“So what do you want?”
Chest strains and sweat
I-I-I-I sounds from my mouth
Checkmate you bastard
You pinned us here at the burger joint
Where I must order a burger
And be gluttonous and weak
Continue reading “Johnny Rockets with a Coworker”
Direct sequel to this but this works out of context.
Wizards are a fragment of popular cultures and they are known for one quality: being wizardly.
It would be bereft of me however to discuss the topic of what it means to be a wizard. I, as the author, assume your knowledge of wizards and such lore, and request to proceed forward with our story because first off, this is a story about no ordinary wizard and you might as well throw all your expectations out the window. But it is important to be reminded of their lack of proper wizarding, and because this is a tale of comedic blunders and scuffles, and for the pacing to come out correctly, I apologize, but the first thing to be banished from this piece must be the discussion of proper wizarding.
Continue reading “The Wizard Who Knows All Forms of Magic But Prefers to Make Dramatic Well-Thought Out Entrances and Whoop Ass Instead”
This drawing makes no sense but I am very tired and laughed a lot making it, sorry. 😦
It was only a few weeks into Dick’s war on crime that he found himself in the Middle East, doing what else but dueling Ra’s Al Ghul himself around the rim of the Lazarus Pit. It was fun when he was a kid and Ra’s was this upper-crust frenemy of Bruce’s that lit something up in his eyes, their banter electrifying. As an adult though, he just wanted to scream at Ra’s to get over the Lazarus Pit inspired villainy because it wasn’t happening.
Continue reading “Rebirth (Chapter 3 – a Batman fanfic)”
I woke up with a vagina between my legs
A permanently smooth face
And soft skin
And I cried because the nightmare was over
Continue reading “If I Were a Cis Girl”
“Hey, KP, can we talk?”
“Now’s not really a good time, Ron.”
“Aw c’mon, KP, we do this kind of thing all the time during missions.”
“…okay, that’s fair, what’s up?”
Continue reading “Measure of a Mook (Chapter 3 – a Kim Possible fanfic)”