Mera Society Revamp Chapter 14Rick's POV
The dark room was familiar and Rick hated seeing it. Groaning his frustration, he tugged at the ropes binding his wrists and ankles to the bedposts but to no avail.
"Ted!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the room that didn't even have any curtains. His tail lashed from side to side in the frustration that he felt by the magic collar around his neck. He wouldn't be able to escape using his magic, which was even more annoying than just being cut off from it.
Finally, a winged mera entered the room and stood at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Well, let me go," Rick requested, glaring at his brother.
"I don't think I want to," Ted replied, glaring back at him.
"I hurt that kid every day, what's the difference this time?" Rick protested.
"He was having his first normal date like a regular guy," Ted stated. "Why did you have to ruin it?"
"You know damn well why," Rick snapped. His eyes flashed with anger as another wave of frustration washed over him fr
And Now, The WeatherCarlos hummed along to the song coming from the little radio on his desk. He always enjoyed listening to Cecil’s voice as he worked, no matter how busy he was or how much concentration was required. While he still wasn’t entirely sure why music here was referred to as “the weather”, he was fine to let that particular sleeping dog lie. He found that humming relieved some of the tension that came with trying to sketch diagrams and graphs onto his computer rather than paper. The fact that the town had outlawed pencils, pens and paper was also something that he never really understood.And Now, The Weather2 years ago in Romance More Like This
When his work was finally done, the scientist stretched in his chair and quickly became aware of two things: one, that it had grown late; and two, that the radio had gone onto its next program of white noise. That could only mean one thing...
“Hello, Cecil,” he greeted his boyfriend, rising from his seat and walking across the room to embrace him. He didn
Cecilos Drabble 1White hair, closed eyes, and a shy sleeping smile. That was what Carlos saw as he opened his eyes after a wonderful night’s sleep. A smile split his lips as he looked at the sleeping radio host curled up to him. His short hair that lacked pigment fell into his face, making him look peaceful and innocent. Carlos reached over to gently stroke Cecil’s hair, chuckling as the violet-eyed man leaned into his love’s touch.Cecilos Drabble 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carlos’s mind wandered to the night before. It had been Cecil’s idea to simply spend the night at his apartment above the radio studio. Carlos had cooked diner since Cecil had no cooking skills at all; they had eaten at the small table in his kitchen while discussing the latest goings on in town. Cecil had taken care of the dishes while Carlos watched him. Then they had curled up on the couch to watch a marathon of a show neither of them had ever heard of, Cecil shyly sneaking under one of Carlos’s arms. The scientist had smiled and held
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Carlos yawned, stretching out like a cat on his bed. Next to him, he could feel Cecil stir softly, moving ever so much closer to him. Everything here was perfect. The room was warmed by the breath of the lovers, Cecil’s chilly, moist skin cuddled up against Carlos was pure bliss. He had his fingers curled into Cecil’s hair, gripping ever so slightly as he leaned over to press his nose against his neck. The scent of coffee, old (and definitely banned) books, and cologne perfumed his nostrils, wrangling a content sigh from the both of them. He couldn't believe this was happening, right here, right now. Carefully, he pressed his ear against Cecil’s collar bone, listening to his shallow breath, and the steady irregular heartbeat. Almost immediately Cecil responded by wrapping both arms around Carlos, p
Join Me- A WTNV Story“And now, the weather.” Cecil crooned, casually flipping a switch and turning his microphone off. He slouched in his office chair and sighed. As much as he loved his job, even the most dedicated radio personalities got tired. Cecil had just finished an in-depth report on why Steve Carlsberg’s Corolla was a hazard to Night Vale society, and should be removed along with its owner for the wellbeing of the entire town. He was very proud, having written the piece himself, and he was sure that the town’s residents (at least the living ones) would soon take action against this horrible menace. Thoughts gave way slowly to hazy dreams, as he began to doze off in the soft light of the studio’s fluorescent panels.Join Me- A WTNV Story2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Suddenly, Cecil’s thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the studio door.
“We’re off the air! Come in!” Cecil called. The door swung lightly on its hinges, uttering a soft creak as it revealed the visitor in the doorway.
My HeroI’m not normally the type of girl to write in a diary, especially about a guy I like, but then again I’m not normally the girl to be making goo-goo eyes at a guy either, and I’ve been doing that a heck of a lot lately. Apparently it’s normal for a princess to fall in love with her hero, but I’m a president now. Do presidents still fall in love with their heroes? I guess so, but it still feels too girly for me. But I can’t help it, I love him.My Hero2 years ago in Romance More Like This
There, I’ve finally wrote that down. And it didn’t hurt too much, but I’ll probably come back and scribble it out later just in case someone reads through my diary. I don’t trust anyone with my secrets, not even him. And of course I couldn’t trust anyone with a big secret like this. It could get out and make everyone laugh at me. The big, bold president fell in love with a smelly hobo. But he’s my smelly hobo. And he doesn’t even smell that bad anymore!
What do I
Wolves“The moon cycle tonight forecasts a full moon. As you well know, listeners, a full moon brings with it the roaming packs of wolves which are very dangerous and are not to be approached. Do not let them bite you, or next full moon you might just find yourself changing.”Wolves2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Cecil’s warning was not heeded or even heard by the one man who really should have heard it. Carlos had seen the pack of wolves and decided to investigate, feeling that there was something a little off about them. Maybe it was the way that they had suddenly appeared around sunset, or maybe it had something to do with their size.
The wolves were much bigger up close. One of them, seemingly the alpha male with a dark brown coat and darker ruff, watched him approach. Its silver eyes gleamed with intelligence, as well as some other emotion that was either anger or lust. Maybe it was a mix of both? Either way, it was quite unsettling to see on a wolf.
“Uh… hi there, wolf. I’m Carlos and I&
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Strangely enough, the only one who could hurt Wheatley was also the only one who could comfort him- GLaDOS.
GLaDOS had said that she found the way humans created other humans ridiculous, but there was one part of it that she didn't mind- kissing.
Having that Intelligence-Dampening-Sphere around hadn't just made her less intelligence; it also made her… soft.
There was just one weakness in the human bodies that she couldn't eliminate- the ability to feel pain, which Wheatley proved every day by doing stupid things like jumping in bottomless pits to see if it would hurt.
Those damn potatoes shouldn't have been so traumatising… but there they were, sitting there mocking her- mental note, throw those to the birds or in the incinerator.
While the facility was still being rebuilt, the rain had been a threat through the hole in the roof but now it was good to fall asleep listening to while holding him.
WTNV: Anything But (Extra)OrdinaryOf course they’d run late. Carlos wasn’t sure why he’d expected anything less, but to be fair, Cecil had warned him that traffic was going to be a bitch.WTNV: Anything But (Extra)Ordinary2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The highway was always bumper-to-bumper during rush hour, and the day’s inclement weather had hardly helped—the sinkholes he could handle, but he’d yet to find a brand of windshield wiper that could effectively whisk away disembodied tentacles and the viscous maroon ectoplasm they secreted. He’d long since given up any hope of making it in time for the previews, and everyone knew that previews were the best part of going to the movies…
They probably would’ve had an earlier start if it hadn’t taken forty minutes to convince Cecil that no, no, he had no interest in the Desert Bluffs theater, despite their tempting offer of half-price tickets if you brought your own invertebrate.
It would all be worth it, Carlos had thought, white-knuckled behind the
WiR: Pumpkin CrushVanellope’s kart was stuck in the chocolate mud puddle. It was thick and rich, giving her great difficulty in pulling it loose. It frustrated her that there was no way to retrieve her kart due to her petite size, needing an elevated assistance. Then again, she could have it come out; it would just take a long time and a second hand.WiR: Pumpkin Crush2 years ago in Romance More Like This
If only Gloyd would move his molasses.
It was his fault she was in this predicament.
“We shouldn’t have raced on this track. It’s filled with chocolate pits and syrup spills.” Gloyd said from his spot over at his kart. He was leaning against it, completely carless. His eyes fixed on his shoes, every so often turning to see if Vanellope was still struggling.
“It was your idea to race on this track, Pumpkinhead!” Vanellope snapped, glaring at the orange-cladded boy. She was for one, very tired. It had already been fifteen minutes since she crashed her kart, and a
Castle of Glass 1Once Sugar Rush was restored to its former glory, complete with its new president, life in the arcade returned to normal for all involved. Well, it seemed that way at first. But when the president went exploring the castle as children are programmed to do, she discovered a secret hidden in the fungeon. All it took was a glimpse of his yellow eyes to send her running straight to Fix-it Felix Jr.Castle of Glass 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Ralph, Turbo’s back!” she exclaimed, her small form shaking with terror.
“But I thought the beacon killed him,” Ralph commented, but she shook her head.
“I know, I did too, but he’s right there in the fungeon! Come see if you don’t believe me,” she urged him, clinging to his large arm and trying to drag him out of his shack.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” he assured her, stumbling after her until they reached the train station. To his surprise, Vanellope insisted on taking the train for once instead of running back into Su
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Contains: violence, swearing, torture and as usual a buttload of feels.
King Candy was driving his kart at high speed over the roads of Sugar Rush. He needed to let off some steam after what happened at the beginning of the Random Roster Race that day. First that glitch Vanellope showed up and actually managed to enroll herself in the race. Next that big gorilla Wreck-it-Ralph came out of nowhere and destroyed half of the stands. But at least he managed to get that big oaf to leave the game. That is what he told those donut cops to do.
But that glitch! That glitch was becoming a real pain.
Pressing his foot further down on the gas pedal made the engine of his kart roar even louder. The wheels spun rapidly, kicking up sugar dust.
It felt good to be able to race. The world is a blur as it all speeds by in a flash. It is just you and the kart. He was the best and he was not going to let that little imp of a glit
WiR: Feel BetterIt was just not one of her days. Minty had just been so frustrated with everything. It was one of those days that you just woke up knowing your day would be anything but. And that was all it was. She had woken up that early morning, instantly scowling at the bright light slipping in through her mint-wrapper curtains.WiR: Feel Better2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It certainly got no better after that.
She had realized by her cookie clock that she had slept in; the arcade would be opening in a little over half an hour. She had so much to do! Squealing in shock, she leaped out of bed, only she had done it so fast, not noticing her legs tangled in the green covers, earning her to fall on her face. She muttered out of sheer annoyance, kicking wildly at the sheets like a child with one of their tantrums.
It was too early for this.
No, scratch that. She’d slept in.
For some reason or another, the console was just not on her side today as even breakfast was