#'im a doctor you know I could poison them and nobody would even know! because I would do the autopsy :)'

[youngpettyqueen]

my ideal Kira and Julian dynamic is the dynamic between an older sister and a younger brother in a 90s teen movie. Julian is the annoying nerdy little brother and Kira is the teen older sister going "get out of my room you little dweeb" and shoving him into lockers

#star trek: ds9 #kira nerys #julian bashir #I respect the choice to keep their relationship to being friendly coworkers #but also I want them to be the kind of besties where people who dont know them think they hate each other #someone watching Kira grab Julian in a headlock: captain it must be so difficult when your crew dont get along #Sisko not even bothered by it: no thats just how they show affection #every time one of Kira's love interests makes her mad Julian is there like 'want me to kill them for you' #'im a doctor you know I could poison them and nobody would even know! because I would do the autopsy :)' #because it'll make Kira laugh #meanwhile if Garak makes Julian mad Julian has to stop Kira from threatening Garak with a gun #Kira: I think it'd be funny #Julian: youre going to give him a heart attack!! #Kira: exactly it'd be funny #I think about this a normal amount.

[rot-room]

6-23-23

I feel like i am in a bad dream for the last 72 hrs. Im gonna share to document these trying times. Woke up so sick 2-3 nights ago (time does not exist rn). I thought it was usual anxiety/ssri symptoms but turned out to be much worse (food poisoning?) Was up all night on phone with mom. Next day i had shakes/chills/fever and body ache all over. Was too afraid to take my ssri for 2 days.

All of this is happening, and i was also following the news about the submarine, for some reason. Felt like a descent into insanity, me rotting in this room soaked in sweat and heart racing. Honestly, i have felt like that one scene in trainspotting:

Anxiety is unbearable because you start to fear the fear itself. The worst part of my illness aside from the crushing nausea and stomach distress was the fear that came with it. I have severe emetophobia. The worst part of my anxiety is that it never stops. I am constantly afraid. I am afraid of being afraid, i am afraid of losing control. It is a never-ending cycle. The last two nights i fell asleep with my mom on the line. Just to be safe. She yelled at me two days ago and i cried like a child. A sick child. Sobbing and shaking in pain and making it worse for myself and none of the 'grown ups' in my life being gentle with me while i feel like i wounded bird. i called the nurse hotline and she put me thru to a doctor. The nurse seemed like she thought i was dying. I did too, as i originally thought i had serotonin syndrome. The doctor was very nice, she told me i am Not dying, and i can keep taking my meds. I am grateful for the doctor on the phone for being gentle with me, as i was crying while we talked.

I have been playing a moth game to keep me distracted and i love it, nd i have become even more fascinated with caterpillars and moths

woke up last night at 3am having a panic attack. The worst part is, once i start having a panic attack i start to panic about how i am panicking.

My heart was beating so hard and i could anticipate the nausea and tingly face that would come with it but i knew if i kept this cycle up i will die. I can't even say for sure how much of my sickness was sickness and how much was a fear response. It all started to blend together into one big nightmare.

i thought for once, hey i will actually do something productive instead of crumbling apart like a million shards of broken short circuited machinery thats frantically thrashing and quivering and oozing toxic waste.

so i took some deep breaths. the 4-7-8 deep breaths. and miraculously within a few minutes my heart was slowing down. that really is the biggest culprit for me; the racing heart. It is the poisoned root that opens the pandoras box of symptoms. The nausea the shaking the salivating the tingling the hyperventilating. If i can slow the racing heart i can cut off those symptoms before they spiral out of control. And i stopped it. It was hard because i took gravol before and i was in a half-coma state. Trying to calm a panic attack while drowsy is very very scary. But i did it. And i had two other panic attacks today. And i stopped them myself. Now that i was so sick i feel like i stood in the gates of hell and the most comforting thing to tell myself when i am panicking is, "whats the worst that can happen?" Because the worst part of all of it, was the fear. The anxiety spiralling out of control. The sickness was horrible on its own but the fear only exacerbated it. I need to get a hold on it.

this battle with anxiety and panic disorder controls my life. sometimes more than other times. I dont keep many secrets and i am an open book, but nobody in my life except maybe my mother will ever know the extent to which my GAD and panic disorder and emetophobia(and presumably OCD) controls me. I am dying. I am dying at work i am dying when i am with my friends, when i am laughing i am dying when i am sleeping i am dying. Because of my fear and panic. I cannot do it anymore. I need to win. I can do it. I cannot spiral anymore. I am not alive i am surviving. I am more afraid and alert than a caveman hiding from predators millions of years ago. I feel everything constantly. All the pain all the fear i feel it all.

I have seen this photo more in the last three days than i have seen another human, eaten food, got out of bed,

When i look at this, i see a lovecraftian monster. I dont wanna talk about current events but sometimes things happen and i fixate on them when i am already in a dark place and this is one of them. Maybe its because i am so afraid right now, and i cant think of anything more terrifying than being in a tiny tube in the bottom of the ocean that implodes in on itself. The last three days i have been sick and i have not left my bed and i have not eaten and i have been scared to take my meds and i have gone back and forth from my bed and a cold shower. I have panicked so much. Such catastrophe, such fear. It lives inside of me. I dont know if i have anything poetic to say about the sub. I have just been morbidly obsessing over the situation and it felt like something i needed to mention in my memoir of the last fucked up three days. when i think of this transitional, dark time i will think of the sub, and vice versa. Rest in peace Suleman.

I watched Bound (1996) last night on the couch in the dark, it was on cable. I loved this movie so much. It felt like a light in the darkness. I hope one day i can have a girlfriend. I hope girls are real. That sure would be cool.

I hope i can get better. I really, really want to. If i do not stop being afraid i will die. I will die anyway but, the fear will kill me much too soon and very painfully. I cannot live like this forever. And i won't, because I am brave and i have lived to tell everything up until now. I will be okay. I will be okay. I will be okay. I love you, i forgive you, thank you.

[simplysimpingsimp]

Not the same anon so I'm not rly sure if it's allowed for a different anon to request the same idea from a dif anon but uh

Could you do the Hashiras but them reacting for the first time to Enderman MC getting hurt by water? I hope this isn't too much D:

Hi hi anon :D ! Thank you so much for sending a request and for being patient with me TwT Ahhh you’re more than welcome to request a continuation of different anon’s requests 0:!! This doesn’t apply to just you, but everyone is welcome to! As always I’m super sorry for any mistakes! Please feel free to let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to fix or change, I will gladly do so :D

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🌼 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢

🌼 𝙺𝙽𝚈 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

🌼 𝙵𝚝. 𝙶𝚒𝚢𝚞, 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚔𝚞, 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚞, 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚒

🌼 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

🌼 𝚃𝚆/𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑

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𝑮𝒊𝒚𝒖

would happen when he went on a mission with them that happened to be by a river

He would try to get them to sit out the fight but their own insistence couldn’t stop him

Demon reportedly had water powers TT just Y/n’s luck because it turned out to be true

An attack that just barely grazed their skin, enough to make them shriek in pain — that was the first Giyu had ever seen or heard them complain about pain or even make a sound

Giyu’s anger holy fuck, mans slayed the demon within a matter of seconds for the sake of his friend

Hearing their quiet cries and sobs was enough to send him into a state of panic but he remained cool on the outside

Immediately did everything he could to lessen the pain of their wound from the water

Homie would wipe away their tears and carry them back to the butterfly mansion

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𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖

Mans would go apeshit ToT he loves his friend and tsugoku very much enough to view them like a sibling

No one hurts this man’s friends or family, nobody

Think of the power of friendship except to Rengoku it’s amplified

Hearing Y/n’s cry of pain was more than enough motivation for him to slay the demon as quickly as he could

He was surprised to hear them cry mostly because not only was it the first time but he’s never so much as heard them wince

Rengoku would dress their wound as soon as he could, encouraging them to change their breathing to lessen the pain on the area

“That’s it, concentrate and focus,” his voice gentle as he carried them away

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𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖

Shinobu definitely grew close to her beloved friend Y/n

So imagine the rage in her body when a water demon attacked Y/n and injured them

Their cry of pain was enough for her to immediately poison the demon and kill them off

Speedily would attend her friend using what she had on hand though she wasn’t entirely sure how to treat their wound effectively because she wasn’t even sure if they were actually human

The teary eyed stare from Y/n and the trying not to show pain smile brought out the sisterly side of Shinobu

“Now now, don’t cry Y/n, you’ll be alright,” she would say gently as she dressed their wound

Shinobu would wait by their side, protecting them until they had the strength to walk back with her or until the kakushi arrived because she couldn’t carry them from her own weakness

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𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊

Being totally honest, Mitsuri would accidentally spill water on them ToT

It was just on total accident that her cup of water spilled onto their hand while she was watching the clouds with them

Hearing their cry of pain, she would panic realizing what she had done

“IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME,” her voice loud and panicked as tears formed in her eyes

Mitsuri would immediately treat the wound with what she had on hand before carrying them away to a doctor

So many apologies in different words TT

But hey she gave them snacks as another form of apology until she got a head pat of approval and saw their smile again

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs/ᴀsᴋs/ɪᴅᴇᴀs/ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs/ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs/ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ !! sᴇᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ sᴏᴏɴ <3

ᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs: 30

#anime x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #reader insert #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert #mitsuri #Shinobu #Rengoku #giyu #Giyuu #kny mitsuri #kny shinobu #kny rengoku #kny giyu #kny giyuu #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kny giyu x reader #kny rengoku x reader #demon slayer mitsuri #demon slayer shinobu #demon slayer giyu #demon slayer rengoku

[dirt-str1der]

Give me 2bs complicated relationship I am starved for content pleas ekm begging y uoi..

BUUDJDJCJ YEAH ..... come off anon im screaming and crying lemon demon voice take off your glasses let me see your eyes

Anyway the first thing you need to know about my 2b is that hes aro second thing is that hes very susceptible to forming relationships with people regardless because hes a helper at heart and everybody latches onto him because theres just ... so little kindness in nevada youll take it even if it comes in the form of a blunt needle and a pair of unimpressed eyes. The third thing you need to know about him is that he synthesises meth in the basement but thats not important.

Anyway before doc worked with hank he worked for the auditor, and before he worked for the auditor he worked for nexus and before that he worked odd jobs around town after taking the transphobic family L and running away from home like a hashtag boyboss (im not glorifying running away from home its just that i genuinely think he would just be like you know what ? Im packing my bags and telling the next random town i come across that im a doctor and they just have to believe me. He was a VERY happy man when the world ended and he could roam the country completely anonymous after the subsequent data wipe). This means that 2b is in the unique position of knowing literally everybody in nevada, even if they dont know... ‘him’. Between the fake names and the baffling chat handle most people settle on calling him doc because thats what they hear other people calling him.

With THAT out of the way, 2BDamned is Very Reliable. You need spare parts ? Doc’ll provide ! You need to get Rid of spare parts ? Sure i know a guy. You got eviscerated ? No problem. Your car exploded ? Got food poisoning ? Alone on a friday night ? Fucking died ? Hes got you covered. He doesnt do it for free though and if you cant pay up ..... well ill put a favour on your tab. I bet the nevadean economy slowed to a veritable crawl for the two months 2b got put out of commission by the auditor (his streak of good luck ended when she found out he was offering his ‘Other Place’ services to people outside the AAHW , what are you ? Some kind of cheap whore ? Im going to tear your face off. Then she was like huh, i wonder why my operations all suddenly suck , guess killing that guy was a bad idea..... i miss him -_-)

Not to worry... hes not dead but he is coming back to bite you in the ass lucky you auditor. Hank found 2b while he was still recovering and was like heyyy youre the guy who helped bring me to life by evanessence when i died doing stupid shit :) i see you have a vendetta aganst the aahw, wanna live together ? And 2b was like .... you know what ? Yeah. And they kinda ... picked a place and settled down. Like imagine two fiercely independent people carving out spaces for each other in their schedules just because they work well together .... thats amore. Like sure hank can live on their own and 2BDamned certainly can handle himself but why resort to that when you can have this instead ? Imagine that; finally resting easy when you know you have someone unequivocally in your corner...

Im a 2bhank advocate because i think doc doesnt actually realise he likes people so he thinks himself antisocial. Hank is actually antisocial but Knows that 2b needs to Hang Out sometimes so they spend as much time as possible with 2b even when hes working and hes like get out -_- and hank is like O_O and 2b is like ... OK stay. Whatever and refuses to admit that this is actually kind of nice. Quality time legend. 2b on the other hand is an acts of service king and shows love by taking care of hank however and he will absolutely haul ass to get to them if theyre in trouble to bail them out of it. The two of them are qpps and are totally whipped for each other but 2b is still like "hank is just a colleague". Theres nobody they trust more in the world than each other, theyve really been though a lot together. Fellas is it gay to reach through spacetime , absolutely shattering the insurmountable wall between life and death in order to drag your homie back to the world of the living ? The answer (yes) may shock you

Now 2b and JEB... oh boy! They knew each other from nexus and jeb genuinely thought he was dead until he blinked awake on an operating table with a familiar face staring back at him. "Welcome back, Jebediah." He hears an even more familiar voice say and jeb blearily mumbles,"Doc?" Turns out he was killed. Double turns out that his old coworker has been conducting all manners of unethical experimentation , not only that but he is the reason why Hank Jmotherfucker Wimbleton has been continually allowed to run free. Jeb is understandably furious. "Do you realise what you've done?" He immediately starts to argue. Doc raises a brow at him,"Do you?"

2b quickly understands that he and jeb are never going to see eye to eye, but hmm he has the potential to be a useful ally and though he is a bit of a bitch, he can trust jeb not to sell him out to the auditor. I like to think that after a particularly passionate night , jeb (hes high) asks 2b if theyre friends and 2b (also high) laughs right in his face. Jeb doesn't laugh along. This sobers the two of them up very quickly and 2b excuses himself in an unsubtle manner. They still see each other sometimes, jeb bleakly trying to pretend hes not at least a little bit in love with doc and 2b strategically sidestepping the issue because he really doesnt want to deal with this. "Dirt, why is this so dramatic?" Youre asking. Because jeb makes everything harder than it has to be and honestly ? He brought this upon himself.

Sorry i dont have much for 2b and sanford and deimos , truth be told i do not ship it because i genuinely think the team dynamic would be way funnier with 2b(53) acting as a pseudo father figure to sanford(32) and unofficial mentor to both him and deimos(27). Also i like to think 2b was friends with sanfords mom (I call her betty but her full name is beatrice solely because i want doc to be the only person in the world to call her that) which is how they met also its cool to meet an older trans person when youre a kid , san definitely has starry eyes for 2b. I like to think that sanford was trained by him to be a field medic so he usually falls into that role when on the job. I also think sanford is hopeless at tech and i say this a lot but 2b was kind of excited to have another tech junkie on the squad (san is terrified of computers , and hank sees computers as a bludgeoning weapon) , until he found out that he and deimos line up to be perfectly incompatible. Its fine though deimos is still a valuable member of the squad and they play among us together.

I DO however think that 2b has some respect for deimos because his tech work is genuinely so incomprehensible sometimes 2b is like wow this looks like dogshit , how is it working so efficiently ? And deimos is like truth be told ? I got no fucking clue <3 They do bully each other quite a bit though i think , sanford is the only person holding the fucking team together hank would have put deimos in a wheelchair within the first month if sanford wasnt there to mitigate but i think hank and dei should still wrestle sometimes just to pass the time. If you want a proper polycombat thing on this just ask me again <3

2b and the auditor have mad history together but it all cumulates to them right now playing league of legends with each other online because theyre the only players worth each others salt. I frequently put them together in tags and it always looks like this

Wait this one too because its funny

I like to think that she didnt know it was 2b who'd been cyberbullying her until she caught him in person and immediately recognised him and was like Oh ^_^ this is a pleasant surprise. Im going to take you home and make you cry your pancreas out of your tearducts, boy. And he was like ^_^;; at least take me to dinner first. I hate AudiB so much they live in my head rent free and dont even pay me reparations for the emotional damage theyve caused me. He continually baits her and runs circles around her with his mad strats but when it comes down to a fistfist shes going to feed him his own fucking hands and he knows it

Anyway that was far too long and im sorry if you read all of it KJSDFSDUKH THIS ISNT EVEN GOING INTO THE MAIN TAGS its too controversial yelps

#Thanks for the ask ! #Fun fact about me: I used to think the auditor was canonically a lady because people on this site kept drawing milfditor and i was like :) #And then i checked the wiki and i was like wait .. He? Oh my god this cant be right the auditor has such girlboss energy .... insanity #So i was like oh the only logical explanation is that shes trans and the wiki hasnt caught up yet i see i see #No way madness 'transgender' combat has pffft a cis antagonist #Another fun fact i like to think hank and skittlez are both nb but hank is transmasc and skittlez is transfem because i love and adore #character foils <3 and i love abusing the word juxtaposition #Anyway yeah bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark

[sarcastically-defensive17]

15 Minutes - P. Parker

So I’ve been stuck in a writing funk for so long, and I got inspired and I’ve been writing this for days until I got it just right and it made me sad and I hope y’all like it and I’ll defs get onto my requests more efficiently now!

TW: Death of loved one, torture, degrading language, abuse, sad Peter, grief, all round angst.

Original story by sarcastically-defensive-17

It was routine. Every day, three times a day. 6AM, 12PM and 5PM. He barely had the chance to recover. Psychologically. Emotionally. Physically.

The machine was cold. The dull grey of the sides reminded him of how alone he was. Deserted. Left for dead, he supposed. No word of contact from any outside source, no hope for a rescue mission. He lost count at 3 months in captivity.

Every single day he had to see her. Had to relive it all. He never once thought that he would physically be transmitted through time and space. The worst part, he knew the woman holding him hostage. One of the most intelligent people on the planet. An expert in Thermodynamics and - so he now discovered - a ruthless person fueled by grief.

A bell chimed followed by an alarm and blinding green light. The glass door swung across the machine, trapping him inside as he stood upright with no way out.

“5, 4, 3, 2...” the countdown rang out, and the green light intensified. His stomach spun, eyes clenched shut at the feeling he will never get used to.

He was back in his apartment. Clothes he hadn’t seen in a long time on his person, his hair a few inches shorter and his reflection almost a stranger to him as is stared back at him in the mirror of their bedroom.

The ringing of his phone was foreign, yet expected. Same schedule.

He lifted the device, holding it to his ear in the same way he had at least 100 times before. Including the day it first happened.

“Y/N,” he breathed. The only thing he enjoyed about the event was the chance to hear her voice again. The breath sigh through the receiver as she strolled through the bustling streets of New York, on his way to her.

“Hey, I cant wait to see you!” Her voice held excitement, the same he had heard over and over. It became his own self indulgent nightmare. He longed for her, he had never held her in this, but he could hear her and feel her near. He could see her laid out on the pavement...

“Me too,” he answered, feigning the joy he felt that day at the idea of her return. She had been in England for the past month and a half, working to quell a growing drug import/export ring. How little she knew that the same work she focused on would be her demise.

After all, she was an ex-cop turned badass avenger. She was known for fearing nobody.

“Im about 15 minutes away from home. I can’t wait to see you!” Peter couldn’t stop the tears from falling from his eyes as he rushed to get his shoes on.

In exactly 26 seconds, his signal would ring.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing,” a voice snarled in the background of the call, followed by a clattering sound and a muffled shriek.

Peter pushed out a breath, putting his phone on loudspeaker and jumping out of his window.

He had no webs, no mask, no care. He had been over this scenario many times and wasting time with the spidey gear left less time to save her. When he tried it, he was met with her body slumped on the ground, blood flowing from her neck as she choked on the crimson liquid. He didn’t even have time to do the same to her attackers before he was pulled back to the present.

The actions must be damaging to the space time continuum, but the doctor had a lethal artifact in her possession, and she was prepared to do anything in her power to change events.

His ankles painlessly cracked as his feet hit the pavement below the window and he was off. He needed a new detour. He had tried many over the months, but a new one was running through his mind.

He cut down a side alley that would lead him around buildings and directly across from the alley she was pulled into. It was broad daylight in Queens yet nobody cared to see a young woman dragged away by three men.

Peter was just thankful that Y/N didn’t have to suffer in the original telling of the story.

He cut corners by vaulting from the walls of the alley way. He jumped over fences, dodged trash cans and even ignored an elderly lady who had dropped her groceries - a mistake he made by helping her in his first run through of attempting the detours.

He reached his destination in the form of a alley way decorated by versions items of graffiti. The bright colors stood out from the grey brick in the shape of various symbols. He and Y/N had often gone to that alley to observe the work of local street artists. She adored it.

As soon as the rubber toes of his shoes hit the mouth of the painted backstreet, a gunshot rang out and Y/N’s body slumped down on the other side of the busy road.

His heart broke once again at the sight.

He barely had time to step onto the road to get to her before the green light erupted in his vision again. His head reconnected with the thin cushioned pillow in the machine as a roar tore from his throat.

“Failure, once again.” The feminine voice snapped. “Always failing!”

Peters throat was sore. He had spent far too long screaming. His head was pounding, evidence of underfeeding and the sheer transference of his body through time.

He never expected to time travel. He knew how damaging it could be to change history, but here he was. Held against his will to save a woman that he loved so desperately. Forced to watch her death over, and over, and over. To hear her voice and feel the construction of his heart with the knowledge that he most likely wouldn’t be able to save her.

The physical pain of being returned to the day it happened and the image of her dead in various way seared into his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw her.

The machine slid open, and a boney hand grabbed his face. He was far too weak to fight back, even with his powers.

The eyes of the doctor glared into him, bloodshot and poisoned by grief and ferocity, “Why are you such a failure? We have been doing this for 5 months! There has been no improvement. No chance of saving her, all because you are pathetic!”

“I’m trying,” he mumbled.

The hand left his face, leaving a biting cold in its wake. They always kept him in cold rooms. Part of the torture to encourage him to do better. After all, Peter believed just as the doctor did. He deserved the pain after what happened to Y/N. He should have protected her.

A loud bang echoed through the white room. The fury in the eyes of the Doctor made him almost shrink. He already felt miniature under her gaze, but somehow, he felt worse whenever he came back empty handed.

A hiss left her lips as she cradled the bony hand, Peter assumed she had hit something. “This happened because of you, Parker. You were the one she trusted the most. You were the one who she put her life on the line for countless times on your pathetic missions. You are the reason she is dead.”

“No,” he choked. It was a wet noise, his throat constricting as the mind games took hold again. His hands wove into his hair, tugging harshly. The action had quickly became a coping mechanism of his. He would do anything to distract himself from her words. “No, no, no, no. It wasn’t me. It was them. The gang. Not me.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” She hissed, the eyes staring down at him incredibly similar to the same glassy ones he saw every time he went back. “You were never good enough for her. You were always four steps behind her. Y/N deserved better than you.” The doctor stood up again, the expression on her face void of any emotion as she kept her steely gaze locked on his brown eyes. Her lips turned up at the corners slightly as she watched the tears fall down his face. Her back was straight, regaining the posture she often adopted when addressing those working for her, “Send him back again. Maybe if he does it right, I won’t need to be stuck looking at him in 15 minutes.”

“Ma’am, he needs time to rest. His body can’t handle such a short recovery time between jumps,” a random man in a lab coat told her. He - like Peter - cowered under her gaze.

“Send him back.” She growled with every word, pushing the door shut across the machine and walking back towards the other room.

The green light erupted again and he soon found himself in the same scene from before, although this time he emptied the contents of his stomach on the floor of their house.

His phone rang like clockwork, and he answered, placing it on loudspeaker and reciting the script he wrote for himself on the original date.

He slipped his web shooters onto his wrists before he left, following the same route as his last trip. Everything was the same, down to the exact way he dropped from his windows and bounded through the alley, although this time, he sent a web across the street, pulling himself forward into the alley way.

He collided into one of the men that had Y/N cornered, sending him crashing into the brick wall of the alley.

“Peter?” Y/N shrieked, doing her best to fight the other men off in the same way he had seen her do so in the past. Or, other pasts.

Two of the other men launched at him, both with blunt weapon and scuffed faces. As one swung high, the other swung low. His mind was centered on Y/N and his reflexes were working in overdrive, burning him out faster than anticipated.

It all came to a halt when the two men were on the ground and the sound of a blade slicing through flesh filled his ears. Y/N gurgled on her blood, eyes full of anguish as she stared at Peter with fear on her face.

He only had time to catch her body as she fell before the light overtook him once again.

The overly sterile room greeted him, sobs wracking his body. The door slid open once again and heels clicked against the tiled floor.

The malicious eyes watched him again.

“Please, no more,” he begged, knowing he would be on his knees if not for his fear of moving out of turn. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s torture.”

The hand returned to his face, a soft touch that lifted his wet face to look at the furious glare fixed on his being.

The doctor tutted, patronizing him. “Oh, honey. You think this is torture? You should see what I’m prepared to do to you if I need to spend another month doing this.” Her smile was pure evil, but her eyes held the depth of a woman mourning. The circles under her eyes and the deepening wrinkles fold of her grief, and despite the recurring pain, he felt for the woman. He wanted to apologize to her, had she not disregarded every apology that fell from his chapped lips.

“Please...” he whispered under his breath, feeling the hand leave his face and close the door once again.

“Send him back,” she announced to the other room before turning her attention back to him. “Save my daughter, Peter. Or you’ll wish it was you that died that day.”

The green light flooded his senses once again.

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 37 of 83

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Mord did not know what to make of what he was seeing and hearing.  He was aboard the deadliest craft that he had ever heard of, and her commander, was crying — — — For enemy dead.  He felt guilty about the thoughts of a few minutes before.  Putting his arms about her, he held her until she calmed.  She parted from him gently and sat him on one of the big cushions next to her.

Getting a grip on herself, Sula said with a cold rage, “When we find who did that to Kurin, I hope that we can take them without loss.  If we do have to sink them, I will put them on the bottom without a tear. I have my sailors making inquiries to see if we can find the ones responsible.”  Mord was glad that ferocity was not directed at his ship.

Mord seated himself and said, “We also have inquiries under way, as does the Council and a number of ships that are friendly to us.”

The problem of finding evidence solved itself.  A young deck-hand of the Grython was brought in late that night, with the symptoms of Ord poisoning.  His case was not as advanced as Kurin’s and he responded well to treatment, at first.

“Off with your shirt,” Dr Worran ordered him, intending to see if he still had the strength and coordination to do it.  Wordlessly, the young man struggled with what should have been a simple task.  The Doctor helped him, observing his eyes and respiration at the same time.

“Where did you get that inflamed patch on your right chest?” she asked him urgently.

He shook his head as if having trouble speaking, then mumbled, “Dunno … It itched a little, but it stopped.”

Doctor Worran picked up his shirt and felt something long in the right pocket.  She removed it from his pocket with long tweezers.  She applied a thin paste to the point and washed it off carefully.

She burst in on Sula and Mord, holding her find carefully in the tweezers.  “Look what I found on that young man who just came in! I’ve a mind to let him die.”

Mord looked with horror at the Ord spine, revealed for what it was by the ugly greenish brown left by the testing paste.  It was neatly mounted in a handle.  It looked like an ordinary sail maker’s awl.  “What ship is he from?” was all that he said, as he carefully looked over the lethal tool.

“The Grython,” answered Doctor Worran.

Mord said thoughtfully, “I would not have expected that.  The Grython has been fast friends to the Longin for many Gatherings.  We need to talk to this man, if he can still speak.”

They went quickly to the sick bay.  Doctor Worran pointed out the inflamed area of right chest.  “He was carrying the spine uncovered in his right shirt pocket.  The poison worked through the fabric and his skin.”

“I see,” said Sula.  “He probably did not know what he was carrying, then.  I wonder how he got it?”

The sailor struggled against unwilling muscles to turn his head towards them.  His voice was almost inaudible, and he was clearly fighting for the breath to speak at all, “I won it on a dare.  A pair of sailors bet me a whole Selked-made sail stitching kit that I couldn’t poke the awl into Kurin’s lunch unseen, for a prank.  I didn’t know it would hurt her.  When I heard what happened, I took the awl from the kit and started to come here.  I didn’t make it.  I’m sorry.”

“You did well.  Who were they?” asked Mord.  “What was their ship?”

“I don’t know for sure,” he husked.  “I saw one them in the Grandalor’s booth earlier.  I did recognize the other, but didn’t realize who he was until too late.  He was Silor Elon.  I don’t know where he is now.”  It was a grim and angry pair of Captains who headed topside.  By now the sun was beginning to rise on the eastern horizon.

Mord told his Craft Masters what had happened and added, “This perfidy must be reported to the Council.  Who will go with me?”  Every hand went up.  Master Juris asked to look at the awl.

“There is Selked’s mark.  That means that he made this aboard the Grandalor,” he pronounced like it was a doom.

Chapter 12a: Flight of the Grandalor

“Dark Iren devour those fools!” Barad raged.  “Nobody will believe that we tried to stop them.  We will all swim for their idiocy!  By the time that the Council finds their mistake, they will have to send their apologies by way of Iren’s Orcas!”

Mister Timms paused in his duties long enough to agree, saying, “As many of us was involved in one way and another, Sir, I’m sure that you’re right.  Many inquired about the Ord and many more worked in the experiments.  Best we give the Council time to cool down before we try to explain.”

All about him the crew was quietly and efficiently preparing the Grandalor to get under way.  Tanlin was at the small floating dock, greeting each boat and speaking quietly to the new arrivals as the crew inconspicuously came aboard, a few at a time.  Occasionally, a boat left the ship with a few folk on it.

Moonlight glittered across the water, pursuing little Dorac over the horizon. All about them, only the stars and the running lamps and masthead lights of the sleeping Naral fleet provided any light.  It would be six hours before swift little Dorac rose again, followed shortly by mighty Wohan.  Six hours of darkness.  Six hours to flee for their lives.

Without tocsins or shouted orders, cables were slipped from the anchorage float and sails were set as silently as the wind allowed.  As she began to move, her masthead lights and running lamps were extinguished, one by one.  Following the constellation known as the Sea Hawk, the Grandalor raced SSE through the darkness under all of the canvas that she could fly, with no lights showing, straight away from the sleeping Gathering.  

As soon as the last of the masthead lanterns of the Naral fleet fell below the horizon, Barad wrote an extensive Log entry and took out his Three Dragons set.

Tanlin, who had just come off duty as First Officer of the Second Night Watch, relaxed into the cushions of one of the cabin’s chairs and looked on with interest.

“W’at’re ye doin’, Luve?”

“Trying to save our lives and our ship, in that order.  I have entered the whole true account of Kurin’s poisoning into the Log.  It cannot save me.  Unless we escape the fleet, I will die for Kurin’s murder.  It may well save you and others innocent of the killing.”

“T’at’s a good t’ing t’at ye’re doin’, m’ ‘Eart — — ‘ow’ll T’ree Dragons save us?”

“I have broken the course rose into seven possible tacks.  The dice will tell us which way to go.  If white lands on a number less than fifty, we hold course for an hour and roll again.  Whichever of these two dice eats the other gives us the  course to follow, from this table. He held up a tallow-slate with a neatly made table on it.  If neither one eats the other, we split the difference for our course.  We exclude only courses that we know to be dangerous.

“Roll the first one, Tanlin, and pray to the Dragons that it’s a good cast.”

As the dice rattled in the cup Tanlin thought, ‘E knows t’at ‘e’s doomed.  Even i’ we go t’ t’e Arrakans, t’ey won’t shield ‘im from murder, so w’at does ‘e do?  ‘E still t’inks o’ gain an’ loss but now ‘is t’ought’s for t’ose close t’ ‘im an’ ‘is crew.  ‘Ow many in ‘is place wad do as much?  Few.  Nane t’at Oi can t’ink o’.  An’ Oi married ‘im!  Pride swelled in her heart as the dice bounded clattering about the board and came to rest.

They leaned over the board together and she put an arm about his waist. He absently stroked her hair and put an arm around her as he read the fall of the dice.

“Dragon eats skelt, seventy three.”  He consulted his chart and figured the correction for the present course in his head.  “East-North-East. That will take us across the fleet, just out of their sight.”  As he straightened, she wrapped her other arm about him and gave him a spontaneous kiss.

“So close?  Shall Oi t’row again?”

“No. A better course could not have been chosen.  If there is pursuit and I am sure there will be, it will make us hard to see because of the glare of the early sun.  It also cuts back and across our track.  Any trying to find us by following our course will be thrown off as well.”

“Oi’ll take care o’ t’e corse change, Luve.  Ye’ve ‘ad a ‘orrible day.  ‘Ow long do we ‘old ‘t?”

“Seven and a half hours.”  He looked down at her for a rare unguarded moment.  Why did it take so long to find you?  I know that Teralat would have liked you.  The memory of his long dead wife hadn’t hurt since he’d realized that he actually respected Kurt— no, Tanlin.  He now knew for certain that his feelings had become more than respect.

“Aye, seven an’ a ‘alf ‘ours.  So, seventy t’ree?  T’e forst digit’s t’e ‘ours an’ t’e second’s t’e minutes by tens?” she questioned as she set the water clock to time the tack.

“Yes. You know, I married you for more than your stunning good looks.”

“Oi know.  Ye got t’ose t’.”  She flipped her fall of hair saucily as she left.  Arriving on deck, she became a First Officer.

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“Gabriel fucks up” The new horrible thing were a horrible oc of mine does horrible things! But this time I translated it! What a miracle! 

There might be some typos but I hope they don’t make this impossible to read

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This family had always been propense to tragedy. From the father’s side, chronic illness in every generation. From the mother’s side, accidents and misfortune plagued them.

All that tragedy fell in the children of that union.

The youngest found himself paralyzed, surrounded by his family. Surviving a fire was a miracle, but it didn’t matter. He was only able to stare at the roof, and once in a while, the horrified faces of his brothers and father. The mother could not enter the room, since she cried inconsolably every time she tried.

“We heard he would come soon, only he can save him.” the boy heard the town doctor said one time he was awake.

He didn’t know for how long he was like that, barely clinging to life and consciousness. Each day that passed, Gabriel Garza wished more and more that a miracle were to occur and that they would let him die.

One night, he heard it. He heard the town’s rejoice, their screams of celebration, their begging to get healed of any ill that soon turned into joy and thankfulness.

For a moment, Gabriel heard nothing in the room. No cry, sob, encouragement words, not even his own breathing. The world had stopped.

Did he die? He wasn’t sure, but it felt nice.

“Gabriel?” asked from the door a weak and trembling voice.

“Palmer?” He wanted to ask, but he hadn’t been able to speak since the accident, so everything stayed in silence.

“Gabriel...I’m...I’m sorry...I didn’t-” From the tone and volume, it was clear Palmer was in the border of breaking down, but he was getting closer rather than running away. “I’m sorry…”

Gabriel was annoyed. “Why didn’t you stop me?” He wanted to ask, but thinking about the accident only made things hurt more.

“I heard your dad calling...the...the horseman so you...you will be-” A sob stopped Palmer, but he managed to continue “You will be fine soon, Gabriel.”

The world stopped again, with the difference that now only two friends existed in it. It was peaceful despite all the pain and cries, all of that didn’t matter, Gabriel just wanted to leave and play with Palmer, do anything again. If things could stay this tranquil...

Then, it all broke when he heard his dad and brothers enter the house again, with a stranger following.

Palmer left the room and shyly greeted everyone that entered, staying with the brothers to stare from afar.

“Please...my son….my son...you have to save him, please” begged the father.

The figure observed the kid. Nobody knew how he looked at that charred body, if with mercy, disdain, or pity, the plague mask obstructed any resemblance of humanity from the horseman.

Gabriel opened his eyes to find himself face to face with that terrifying mask. He knew who was behind. Pestilence, horseman of the apocalypse, savior and protector of the town. The only person able to cure him.

Gabriel saw how the hand of the horseman slowly approached him. What was he going to do? The man abruptly lowered his hand to the boy’s forehead, this being as painful as the fire he had survived. Gabriel felt his life was leaving him, and painfully screamed at the top of his lungs. He was dying. He was dying.

Gabriel never felt in so much pain before.

Then he felt nothing.

Was he still in bed? There was no more pain, yes. But there was no hand petting his head, telling him everything will be okay. There was no delicate touch from a father who thought his son would never run or play around the house anymore. There was no hugs or kisses from a mother that saw how her son looked like a kid again and not a charred corpse. There were no light touches and teases from curious brothers that wondered if anything still hurt. There was no trembling hand from a friend who held and grasped with fear the hand of someone who he never thought he would see again.

There was nothing.

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Blessed to feel no pain, they told the kid. It really was not feeling anything at all, heal of anything that hurt him, and the sharp and pointy teeth all the marked in town had. It was difficult the first months. Nobody thought badly of the gift and everyone wanted Gabriel to find the benefits of his new abilities.

When he fell face first into a pot and horrified his family with his face covered in blood, he started to understand how most saw as a benefit his new gift.

But Gabriel could not fully take advantage of it.

Palmer was there.

Since the accident, Palmer dedicated himself as Gabriel’s new protector. Not even his parents cared so much for him as Palmer did. It was boring.

A kid needs to find a way to entertain himself.

It started with some scissors. An accident while doing homework, he defended himself with that excuse, but he really wanted to see how deep he could hurt himself with them. Palmer was horrified and ended up making the two's homework by his own. A knife while he was eating. A burn while he tried to cook. A fall from the stairs for being careless. All these "accidents" put Palmer in an state of immense panic and worry. There were moments when he didn't know how to help his friend and he would cry from feeling so useless. That was one of the biggest joys Gabriel found after receiving his gift. He couldn’t quite explain it, but there was something about reaching that breaking point. Accidents increased and then they stopped being accidents.

Threats started next year. There were things as “I’ll fall down the stairs unless you do my homework” but then they turned into bigger and more impossible things to complete that would give to more terrible and painful consequences for anyone that wasn’t Gabriel. There were time he had hurt Palmer, but it wasn’t as fun. Gabriel had done almost anything that would’ve kill any average person before becoming a teenager, from getting stabbed, shot several times, dismemberment, and even eating things like glass, blades, poison, and nails.

He had told other all of these, but besides some scolding from his parents calling him out in his cruelness towards his friend, nobody seemed to care. The world kept spinning as if nothing wrong was going on, as if all that was just how things were.

In many of those moments, Gabriel swore he could feel again.

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Gabriel bandaged his wrist while his friend still recovered from the show. He didn’t need them, but they would be good evidence for his finding.

“Did you finish?” Palmer asked, still recovering  from the nausea of seeing so much blood. It really hadn’t been much, but some drops were too much for him.

That being said, it hadn’t been some droplets.

“Yeah, yeah, it was nothing.” Gabriel cut the gauze and moved his fingers. All were moving. All was fine.

“That was a bear trap, Gabriel.” Palmer turned around to see his friend.

They were both using the town’s sentinel uniform, just with some variations. Their job was to watch out the town’s perimeter.

“Worse if any of us stepped on it” He stood up from the log he was sitting in and watched the forest around him “Not me, but what if you stepped on it? Or Robin? Imagine if Carla stepped on one, what would the sheriff think if his daughter lost her leg?” he made a mocking face of anger and crossed his arms, taking the usual posture the sheriff would have “He would say something like: And you call yourself a sentinel! My sweet angel is in the hospital now because of you! Which one of you didn’t report the strangers who set up these traps?”

“It’s not funny. Carla has suffered enough because of our negligence.”

“In my defense, she wanted to run away from here with that guy from the neighbor town. The one time I follow orders correctly and you all got mad.”

“You shot her in the leg. She had to be marked to not lose it.”

“But, didn’t you see how she runs now?” Gabriel got closer to Palmer and put his arm around him “I still got the best gift in town but...running that fast is kind of cool.”

“Stop. This isn’t a game. We should head back and report this.”

“I know, I know.” Gabriel pushed Palmer aside, heading to the zone they haven’t revised yet. “But I doubt whoever that put these just left one trap.”

“Gabriel, let’s...let’s head back to town. Nobody gets out anyways…” Palmer instead looked back at the town.

“We all can get out.”

“You know I can’t.” He kept staring, with a more bleak expression. Palmer knew the rules. The marked could leave town as long as they brought new people in, the unmarked had to stay.

“I can change that.”

“Gabriel, I can’t-”

Palmer was interrupted by the sound of a gun cocking.

He quickly turned towards Gabriel “You said you...you wouldn’t bring...bring it…”

“I knew you wouldn’t go with me alone if I told you I was bringing it.” Still pointing, Gabriel approached Palmer slowly and grinning “One shot in any of your organs and we could get out of this putrid town.”

“Gabriel, I don’t-” He wasn’t sure of what to answer. He had always wanted to leave, but the town had been so nice towards his family since any of them could still be perfect hosts. This town was all he knew.

Gabriel changed his expression to a more serious one “What’s wrong? Afraid of death? Afraid that they won’t save you? That you will bleed to death in the woods?” He smiled mockingly “I thought you were scared of being chosen, do you not want to end up like me?”

And he was. Palmer was frozen with fear, he knew that choosing the right or wrong words didn’t matter, that in any moment his childhood friend could end his life by shooting him with no mercy.

“Please…” was the only thing that could get out of his mouth.

Gabriel shot.

The bullet grazed Palmer’s arm.

He sighed with relief, closing his eyes to enjoy living for a few moments again, being saved from all his fears by mere millimeters.

Then he fell a strong and precise punch to his gut, for a moment his breathing completely stopped. Palmer fell to the ground in pain, barely registering what had happened.

“Coward” Gabriel didn’t give time to Palmer to recover and kicked him in the stomach, hurting too the arm that was trying to protect him.

Palmer groaned in pain. He cowered into himself and feared that this was how he would die. The bullet would’ve been a mercy.

“You are a fucking coward” Gabriel was furious, he raised his leg, ready to stomp but hesitated for a moment “I give you a chance to do something for us for once and you just-” and stumped Palmer’s side.

He screamed in agony. It wasn’t his full strength, and Palmer knew this because he was still breathing, with difficulty, but still breathing “Stop! Stop! Please!”

He heard the gun cocking again.

“You never changed.”

Strength was abandoning Palmer, his vision could make nothing more than a blur, he whimpered and broke into tears “Please…” His voice was broken and trembling, almost sounding like the scared boy all those years ago.

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

He didn’t know what to answer. He couldn’t think, all the pain was unbearable. He whimpered and tried to speak.

“I don’t know...I never...never…” he couldn’t go on and kept crying, mumbling to get forgiven. Curled up, he closed his eyes and hoped the last thing he would hear to be a gunshot.

It never came.

When Palmer opened his eyes, it was dawn.

His walk towards the town was slow and painful. Nobody had to know what had happened. Nobody had to know he was injured. There were so many things in his mind and they were all reaching to a daunting conclusion, but Palmer only wanted to get home and be with his rats.

Gabriel watched Palmer’s arrival from afar. So many thoughts flooded his mind, but he wasn’t sure how to feel about them. He thought of the routine that everything had become, his place in town as a trophy and shield, the lives he had ended with no problem, and the ones he let go to see if they could bring anything new to his life. New experiences, new reasons, something, anything.

The week passed like any other with no changes.

And one day, Palmer went missing.

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So I did a read through and cosmetic edit, but the warning still stands true...

Warning: the following contains extreme language and thoughts, a run on sentence, no punctuation and absolutely no caps. It makes no sense and should not be read by anyone...

unless he ducked i killed my father unless he ducked i dont know i dont know they hid in the tall grass the saw grass the tall grass unless he ducked unless he ducked the doctor said i need to take my meds but shes trying to poison me trying to make me crazy trying to make me sick i dont trust her i dont trust anybody but especially her she doesnt even wear a white coat how can she be a doctor i was thinking of killing her and then she ducked like my father just like my father he disappeared she disappeared he was there and then he wasnt she was there and then she wasnt and i was thinking of killing them maybe i did or maybe they ducked maybe they never even existed i dont know i dont know he was there sometimes and then he wasnt there and then he wasnt there all the time and i meant to kill him unless he ducked he took me hunting one time and in the grass the tall grass he jerked me off and i jerked him off in the tall grass the saw grass waiting for ducks in hip waders we were hunting ducks and i had a shotgun and he had a shotgun but i dont know if the guns were loaded and i killed him unless he ducked calling the ducks with duck callers our shotguns i think that happened unless it didnt i got nothing against ducks hanging in the windows in chinatown where you get cold tea and duck if they let you in because sometimes the door is locked and theres just the dead ducks in the windows i dont know i dont know the doctor doesnt believe me but i dont believe her i dont believe in her what kind of fucking doctor doesnt wear a white coat trying to poison my brain make my brain explode she puts the pills right into my veins poison poison poison popping those pills right into my veins shes nuts i tell you fuck her fuck her i would have shot him if he didnt duck if we didnt shoot the ducks those poor ducks no good reason except to hang them in the window poor fucking ducks pull the trigger watch the head explode pull the trigger and see his head explode in the tall grass while hes jerking me off fuck him fuck him he fucked me in the ass i think i dont know for sure except my ass was bleeding and all the blood and all the blood i killed him for that unless he ducked quack quack shes a fucking quack off my meds on my meds making my head explode making my ass bleed blood in the tall grass needles in my veins airplane straps on the bed jesus straps and the sound of the engine all night long and they wont let me sleep strapped to the bed like jesus like an airplane all that noise the screaming is it me screaming or somebody else screaming my ass wide open for him for the ducks the aliens fuck her what does she know my father my father my father rotten sonofabitch bastard fucker i killed him unless he ducked fuck him fuck him i would have killed him i should have killed the fucker the dirty fucker in the tall grass the way he stank of cigarettes and beer nicotine stains on his fingers those fingers jerking me off he stank he stank that fucking alcoholic chain smoking fucker if i didnt kill him the cancer probably did how the fuck could he still be alive that stinking sonofabitch i shot him in the face unless he ducked better him than the ducks they never did nothing to me or the chinese hanging in the windows the stink of death the stink of killing of blood and gunpowder and beer and menthol cigarettes what does it take what the fuck does it take he must be dead hes dead i know hes dead i think hes dead what the fuck does it take i pulled that trigger i know i pulled that trigger fuck him fuck him the gun the cold metal in my hands against my skin cold and wet up to my nuts in stinking filthy swamp tall grass fucking fuck fuck a duck i pulled that trigger i shot him in the face in his ugly face that bastard that prick that sonofabitch motherfucker i shot him i definitely shot him unless he ducked he could have ducked maybe he ducked how the fuck should i know if he ducked or if i shot him in the face blood and brains splattering all over the tall grass ducks would of got a kick out of that seeing a guy shoot another guy instead of a duck unless he ducked i meant to shoot him i sure meant to shoot him blow his fucking big mouth to to other side of his head like a cartoon character that duck the cartoon duck the black one not the yellow one only i never saw a black duck mostly mallards dont think i ever saw a yellow one either for that matter but i always liked the black one better he was funny the yellow one wasn’t even funny and i could never understand what the fuck he was saying but the black one was funny even though he sounded exactly like the cat that was always chasing the bird he was way funnier when his bill would spin around his head when he got shot and he would put it back and say that thing i cant remember the thing but it was funny i liked that duck he was funny my old man he wasnt funny at all he thought he was funny never made me laugh never gave me anything but pain and more pain and worse pain that fucker but he sure thought he was funny i hope he didnt duck i hope i turned his face to pulp fuck him fuck him fuck him with his nicotine fingers and his breath always smelled like cigarettes and beer for fucks sake chew some gum or rinse your fucking mouth out with listerine or something stinking breath sonofabitch fuck you fuck you in the tall grass where no one could see you jerking me off and making me jerk you off you fucker you fucking perverted fucked up fuck half a fag touching your own sons dick and making him touch your hairy dick definitely half a fag and something else too something a lot worse than i got words for you deserved to die he deserved to die should of shot his dick and nuts off ha ha how would you like that for fucking funny how would you like that for laughs you fucked up pig that fucked up pig i know i know i know secrets that nobody knows i got all these secrets all locked up inside my head all kinds of secrets secrets that would fuck your head right up whats really going on behind the scenes the cia the fbi the fucking communists and fucking jfk and the mafia all kinds of secrets secrets that could get me killed secrets could get me disappeared like jimmy fucking whats his name i know shit i know shit i know some secrets not just about the old man that old half a fag pervert child molester i know where some bodies are buried lots of bodies people who got disappeared and people other people dont even know are disappeared i know i know shit i know secrets alien autopsy knights fucking templars i could blow the lid off things if i wanted to trust me trust me i know some seriously fucking shit im like that wrestler with the glasses that make him see things the sunglasses i can see i can see just like roddy whats his name i dont even need the glasses i can just see i just know things inside my brain things inside my head inside my  fucking head i know shit some really deep shit fuck you i know you cant make me not know i know this shit trying to make me forget wonder if its real i fucking know i know so fuck you in our slickers in the mud in the swamp in the tall grass surrounded by bugs and frogs in the wilderness fucking molesting asshole pedophile stinking fuck you fuck i know shit i remember no matter how much you try to make me forget i remember i know i know dont try to bullshit me dont try to confuse me i know i mean i know things not everything in the whole fucking world that’s not what im saying dont try to say that im saying i know everything im just saying i know some things and i know what i know i mean what i do know and its stuff that some people probably most people dont know the shit i know thats all im saying but i dont know if he ducked or if i shot him in the face i meant to shoot his head right off i definitely meant to do it i definitely pulled the fucking trigger maybe he ducked or maybe the gun didnt go off thats possible that it jammed or it didn’t go off for some reason i dont know i dont know that for sure one way or the other sometimes i know i killed him sometimes i know he ducked or the gun jammed or something else kept me from shooting him unless i shot a duck and i thought it was him unless he ducked he could of ducked i dont know i dont know i dont fucking know but i know other things things that other people dont know things that you dont know fuck you i know shit i know secrets i know all kinds of secrets but not if i killed him but not if he ducked i dont know that so dont fucking ask cuz i dont remember exactly so i cant tell you so dont ask me i killed my father i killed the doctor i shot the sheriff unless he ducked unless he ducked i dont know maybe he ducked i hope he didnt fucking duck but maybe he ducked

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Chase the Lightning Inuyasha Chapter 3

The stew wasn't only good it was delicious. Inuyasha didn't tell her that though but he finished the bowl and didn't complain. she knew it was good he could tell by the triumphant look on her face. she had obviously forgiven him for teasing her because she smiled as she fed him. ignoring his protests that he was perfectly capable of feeding himself. it wasn't until the bowl was empty that he wondered if perhaps she had poisoned him......maybe that was her reason for her satisfied smile. Inuyasha gave her his best and coldest glare a look guaranteed to frighten young girls and to keep anyone at a distance. but she met his gaze fully and continued to smile, and he found he couldn't maintain the icy look.there was something about the way she was looking at him that melted his determination. She had the most beautiful eyes and the milkiest skin Inuyasha had to look away. She may be Sangos cousin but under the skin she was just like Kikyo. calculating, shallow daddies little girl, running away from a horrible fate of marring a man that cant dance. you might as well call me kagome,you know you can be of great help to me Inuyasha. *(Inuyasha raised an eyebrow) you know this area fairly well I would think?. are there many unattached ranchers near edo?Unattached as in unmarried Inuyasha asked coldly, kagome nodded. is that why you are here your looking for a husband? she nodded again, yes a rancher. why a rancher? have you seen the way miroku looks a sango? sure I live here most of the time or close by anyway." I want someone to look at me that way, scince miroku is a rancher i thought." you cant go by that Kagome, i myself am a rancher first off Miroku is a lousy rancher. getting married and having a family didn't cure his itchy feet, its just that now when he gets the urge to wander he packs up Sango and the twins and  takes them with him, Bankotsu dose all the work when it comes to the ranch and I guarantee Bankotsu is not your type. I’m certain there are others?. trust me kagome sango and miroku have a one in a million marriage your more likely to be struck by lightning then to find what your looking for in edo. As likely as my taking advice from a man who managed to alienate the entire village, from what Ive heard no one likes you and im begenning to see why.Nobody likes the truth Kagome, still set on a rancher? yes Kagome answered" perhaps you can introduce me to your father."Inuyasha didn't move and his look was impassive but he was certain she knew she had touched a nerve, my father is already married and although Inuyoukai often take more then one mate without marking them my father only allows one bitch to his household. Inuyasha  didn't give her a chance to respond the shocked look on her face was enough. but she deserved it. surely she knew, surely Sango had told her at least as much as she knew. nobody knew it all exceptInuyasha and his father and a few ghosts he tried to bury. I’m sorry I shouldnt have said that Inuyasha, Its fine but from now on just leave me alone...Inuyasha...I’m"..No! you dont know me, you have no clue what its like to be hated for what you are. Kagome certainly understood that he didn't see or speak to his Father or even acknowledge him in any way. Inuyasha slowly sank onto the bed and let his mind wander back through the years. Early'st memory was his mother Izayoi his human mother and the daughter of a wealthy lord she was beautiful with long black hair and twinkling brown eyes the family fell on hard times then she met the demon lord his father. but then they were sent away and his mother was killed.he was five when his mother was shot and killed he was almost killed as well. but was pulled away from his mothers body by his older half brother Sesshomaru. So he survived and was brought here to his dads ranch. when he was told of his mothers  death he had tears in his eyes Inuyasha thought they were tears of guilt for sending them away. Toga begged Inuyashato stay but he refused he always did, he didn't realize until much later that he was trying to protect him,he had almost forgotten the lessons in life when He met Kikyo He would never forget it again. Inuyasha lay in the soft bed caught between sleep and full awareness he'd slept far to much in the past two weeks.And now even though it was night and the cabin was quiet he couldn't ease into deep sleep. His side was healing slower then he thought it should, Kagome was finally letting him eat at the table and walk around the house. Allowing him that was what she said and god help him that is how it felt to  him. it was taking  much longer for him to get his strength back as well, he must have been closer to death then he thought for his body to be so slow at healing. Kagome fussed over him all day cleaning his wound. Her hands as soft and gentle as a breeze, her touch was fatherly never lingering against his skin he couldn't understand why he was so drawn to her.WHAT Are you doing out of bed?. Inuyasha turned to see her watching him from the doorway it was a question hes was becoming accustomed to. letting in some fresh air do you approve doctor?. She didn't answer hugging her night gown to herbody theres  Storm coming," Inuyasha moved away from the window there was another long low rumble of thunder and Kagome trembled with fear. I don't like storms she said softly befor my sister Yukari married I would sneak into her room when a storm came at night. After she left home I had to wait out the storms alone, I was much to old to run to Daddy to hide my face in his shoulder as I did when I was little, she looked him straight in the eyes. unsmiling Undaunting  I should have stayed in my room and buried my head under the covers but I thought I could sit with you for awhileI guess it was a silly notion. this is a good sturdy cabin a little wind and rain wont hurt it or blow it away.I know i’m not scared. your not a very good liar but you can stay with me.The Thunder was getting closer with each flash of lightning. Don’t get to close to the window, if you have to watch move the chair back. I don't want to watch. Then Thunder and lightning were closer and kagome jumped it's beautiful though. yes bright and beautiful but dangerous.she turned and looked at him this is highly improper you know?."she said with a smile sitting in here in the middle of the night. staying in the cabin without a chaperon very improper. but this is Colorado not Philadelphia Kagome.why are you afraid of storms? I don't know its not a rational fear. Its not like i’m afraid Ill be struck by lightning or the cabin. Its just I cant control my heart beats I shiver every time the thunder crashes a loud boom sounded above like that, what are you doing? I’m closing the window I could have done that now back in bed for you she turned to leave the room aren't you going to tuck me in Inuyasha said with a wry smile.I swear a twenty five year old baby is what I've got on my handsIt seems like Sango told you a lot about me didn't you two have anything better to talk about when she visited you?.I Assure you we had many conversations about more Interesting subjects then yourself Mr Takahashi you know why I came her and my plans they don't include a...a half civilized moody..Say it Kagome, Half breed was That The word on the tip of your tongue?"...Good Night Inuyasha she turned her back and walked out of the room.Inuyasha had hardly spoken to her since the night before. He believed she had rejected him because of his demon blood.He said That not her, Truth be told she liked him, maybe more then that but how could she tell him that?, she had allowed him to believe it simply by not denying it. That had been easier then trying to tell him the truth, But what is the truth?. the truth is she was attracted to him and why not? he's handsome and she knew enough about him to see through his scowls and frowns that she was falling in love with him.Not in her plans but true none the less she was in love with him.What are you doing chopping wood?", getting my strength back. His words were Harsh his eyes were fierce, That look doesn't scare me yasha and we already have enough wood, and your not getting your strength back your sapping what little you have". now get back into the house Inuyasha glared at her and she glared back at him. It was clear he was unaccustomed to allowing anyone tell him what to do. And he didn't like it not one bit. Im fine a little exercise will do me good. NO" Inuyasha raised an eyebrow No?"he took a step forward and she took a step back no" he took another step forward and she took another step back.stop that Inuyasha, stop what? you said yourself i’m nothing but a sick weak old man. Who should be confined to a bed or is there another reason you want me in bed?, you couldn't catch me if you tried, are you sure little girl she turned on her heels and ran as fast as she could which wasn't very fast. She could hear him behind her his feet landing on the grassy earth his breathing got closer and closer she expected him to stop at any moment. But he stayed with her until she felt his strong arm snake around her waist and they both fell to the ground the very breath knocked out of her as she hit the ground.  Inuyasha covered her body with his for a moment he didn't move, Inuyasha are you alright?, I’m fine, Then your right your all better.. No you were right I cant move, I told you so you can gloat later. can you move at all are you bleeding again?. Try to take a deep breath she pressed against him and They rolled together slowly till his weight was off of her.  she was on top of him Inuyasha was strong but he still need'ed her.she could feel his heart beating against her, Sango told her that one day Inuyasha would find a girl that wasn't frightened half to death of him and heaven help them both when that happened. he didn't scare her in the least she kissed him and pulled away before he had a chance to react,she didn't know why she did it Inuyasha’s eyes flew open what in the hell did you do that for?"sorry you just looked like you needed to be kissed. They might have stayed there awhile if they hadn't heard the sound of someone clearing their throat, suikotsu was standing near the porch. I brought you some groceries miss  Higarashi I'll just leave them in the kitchen, thank you Suikotsu its very kind of you. he turned and looked at her I warned you about inuyasha he said in a low voice. I know you did but...Suikotsus eyes widened as he looked over her shoulder she turned her head to see Inuyasha approaching them very slowly, I see you can move again?, yes babe he answered to her mortification i finallygot my strength back. His words seemed to have a double meaning he reached out and plucked a long blade of grass from her hair dropping it to the ground, as he placed his arm around her. Kagome saw the buckboard disappear with a sinking heart he didn't know why he did it, why he made certain suikotsu left with the wrong impression, actually he did know why he didn't want her to marry a rancher he knew it was foolish he didn't want to see her... watch her grow fat with another mans child that thought stopped  him completely it was time for him to get away from the ranch away from edo. what did it matter who she married?, it didn't not at all but some how he already felt like she was his. you know before the sunsets on edo everybody will think you and I, I don't give a damn what they think,"During the next few days the women of edo came to the cabin alone or with guests. bringing cakes,bread and smoked meats, As well as fresh vegetables. they arrived each and everyone of them hoping to find Kagome rolling in the grass like Suikotsu had told had kagome known that is why they came was to gather gossip yes she did did she care no not really, but she charmed them all. pouring cup after cup of tea, praising every sweet pastry and loaf of bread that past under her nose, sheasked for recipes for the vegetables. Inuyasha always made brief and memorable appearances whats for dinner babe? he came through shirtless of course. sorry I Didn't know you had company Kagome had to bite her lip to keep from shouting the devil you didn't! I m leaving tomorrow he said Solemnly still refusing to step aside, his arms were crossed over his chest as he blocked her path.Tomorrow really? really Inuyasha said Stepping aside for her to brush past him, as soon as I put you on the stage.I’m not going anywhere, yes you are your going home, I most certainly am not they could stand there all day and not finish this argument. If I have to tie you up and throw you on the back of the buckboard with your bags I will he turned away from her Kagome stood in the middle of the room speechless For the first time in her life. She couldn't go home not yet.Then Inuyasha stalked into the room scowling, pulled her against him with a low curse and kissed her. This was not a kiss on the cheek, This was a kiss that locked lips to hers and held her tight to his chest she could barely breath. His mouth was strong and demanding and then something changed. He still held her but not so tightly, his lips still pressed against hers she wrapped her arms around Inuyasha’s waist then he pulled away. He had the strangest look in his amber eyes unsure of what just happened. Bankotsu stood in the doorway I brought over the buckboard as you asked you sure you don't need me to drive?, Ill do it Inuyasha said coldly. sure will hate to see you leave Miss Higarashi...Kagome stared at Inuyash, he could smell the tears getting ready to fall but she held them back. Another one of your performances you saw him coming and that is why you kissed me?" you must be proud of yourself for making me think you cared, I’m not going anywhere bankotsu she said softly if you  want to leave then leave.Ill stay in town till Sango comes back.you will be on that stage, I’m not Kagome snapped and you cant make me your not my keeper,my Father or my Husband. as Kagome stormed out of the cabin she finally let the tears fall, what ever  had driven him to go back in the cabin  and kiss her? where had the uncontrollable urge come from? he knew she believed the kiss to be another one of his plots to ruin her reputation an embrace to startle Bankotsu nothing more, he would allow her to believe that was grateful in fact that she did even if his heart was breaking this was for the best,he had no explanation for the act otherwise none at all.but he couldn't shake the memory of the kiss it was like being caught in a storm of lightning coursing through his body,the thunder in his heart he had never experienced anything like it before. The feeling of losing control his past experience with women left him void of emotion but Kagome was all emotion he only to look at her face to know what she was feeling right now.She was angry, hurt but there was a twinkle in her eyes he didn't like it not at all, she was up to something. she hadn't begged him to stay since they left the cabin, what are you up to, I don't know what your talking about what makes you think I’m up to something." your going home." I suppose eventually Ill go home but not now,thats not what i said Kagome. well what will you do ride with me the whole way? you put me on the stage Ill just get off at the first stop, will you ride all the way there with me? will you carry me to my house hand me to my father like i was some sort of criminal, what business is it of yours where I go like I said you are not my keeper.I will go where I choose, you really should go home. Thats not your concern is it,? I was a fool to think you really cared but it was all a game to you and I thought Inu had honor I guess I was wrong,  I've decided to wait at the hotel Till sango returns do you have a problem with that? they road the rest of the way to town in silence.will the stage be on time? last week it was an hour late Jakotsu answered, I wont be on it Inuyasha so give up." If you put me on it Ill kick and scream and Ill be back on the street before it can move ten feet, she was smiling when she delivered her threat. Inuyasha looked at her a ticket for the stage and a length of rope Inuyasha turned and walked away. jakotsu was concerned about what was happening are you alright? as he placed his hand on kagomes shoulder, as well as can be expected, I guess Inuyashais determined to get rid of me . why I thought Yuka replayed I mean I would just die if a man talked to me that way."why is he making you leave? because he's a pig headed bully...who’s to say why men do what they do?.outside Inuyasha was surrounded by a half a dozen men Kagome knew something was wrong as she ran towards them stop it!"she yelled as she pushed her way through, what do you think your doing?!" Kagome grabbed the rifle from the front of the buckboard let him go she screamed, now four men looked at her back off Lady one of them said this doesn't concern you, i said let him go!"come on sweetheart you know you cant use that thing, your gonna hurt someone if you not careful, yeah you if you don't let him go this is the winchester 73 a most effective center fire repeating rifle its also called the 44-40 or 44 caliber kagome dropped the lever and pulled it back up my cousin sango taught me to shoot do you feel lucky asshole. everyone paled He burned Toga Takahashis barn," I’m certain you mistaken, Inuyasha didn't burn anything. he was seen riding away on that damn black stallion of his another man yelled. it was during the storm, then I know your man is mistaken Inuyasha was with meall that night he didn't go anywhere.so your claiming Inuyasha didn't leave the cabin that night even as you slept? naraku spoke up.we weren't sleeping at all that night and i can tell you he didn't go anywhere, they didn't care if Inuyasha was Innocent or not they wanted to get rid of him, and would do so with no more regret then they might squash a bug. so your willing to swearin front of the whole town that you and Inuyasha have been living there in sin." I never said that but you believe what you want If thats what you want to believe but the only way your going to hurt him is to kill me first and how will that look for your village a heartless village that hangs innocent men on a whim and young mothers are shot down in the street you may try to keepit secret but Sango will know and it will spread like wild fire, soon she had the crowd in the palm of her hand there was only one person not swayed Naraku walked to the front and prepared to slap the horse's, what about my baby Naraku stopped the Mob stared at herthere was shock in the crowd, even Inuyasha looked down at her with an unreadable fire in his eyes if you hang him what will happen to our baby, what will Sango say,Suikotsu spoke up lets think about this now keep are wits about us if she swears Inuyasha was home that night, I have to tell you to cut him down, Naraku stepped into the wagon just cant keep your hands off the human women can you?knocked up sangos Cousin now were going to have to watch you marry the pretty little thing don't seem fair.Your crazy Kagome I'd rather hang, you know Naraku said we would be doing Sango and Miroku a real disservice if we didnt take care of this pronto preacher? you available this afternoon? the minister nodded, that really not necessary theres no hury, nonsense theres no reason to delay this" five guns were trained on Inuyasha only this time they were leading him to a much different fate Kagome paced the small room, Id much rather wait for Sango she said to no one in particular...And give Inuyasha Takahashi a chance to disappear Yuka spoke up that wouldn’t be right Kagome, it would have been right to wait for Miroku and Sango they would have known what to do but it wasn't going to be allowed might as well make the best of it. It appears the whole village will be present for my wedding she said with more then a trace of amusement" wouldn't a reception Afterward be Appropriate"?She turned questioning eyes to the women around her, Yeah something outside in the field behind the church surly we could put something together some kind of party punch and sandwiches maybe some music we'll see what we can do.THE Church was full and every man in the room was armed the front pew was filled with men their six shooters and rifles trained on her groom a shot gun wedding with the entire town in attendance shops closed down the stage was quickly hurried through even the black smith was silent was this a wedding or funeral even though she felt like a princess Inuyasha looked very little like prince charming at the moment, she could feel anger radiating from him like the heat from a fire, Inuyasha leaned over and whispered, Ill get you for this little girl the minister faltered a bit but continued, this Is your fault mr Takahashi, now be quiet and pay attention to the ceremony, Ill strangle you with my bare hands if its the last thing i do, no you wont Kagome answered him. Inuyasha? the minister Interrupted I do?...Do I have a choise? he looked at the men with the guns, I guess i do the minister repeated the oath to the bride and kagome was more responsive then her groom and then the minister pronounced them man and wife. you may kiss the bride, your supposed to lift the veil and kiss me she whispered, Ive done all i’m going to do Inuyasha stated , the room was silent as everyone waited a little kiss on the cheek will suffice and so he did he gave Kagome what she obviously didn't expect he wrapped his arms around her lowered his lips to hers and gave her a searing kiss that rocked her very soul and his as well and then her words came to him its much more Interesting to give them what they least expect and so he did the guns in the front pew lowered and still he kissed her, the minister cleared his throat and still he kissed her men in the back rose to get a better look and were jerked back into their seats by their wives and still Inuyasha kissed her when he finally released her Kagome took a breath and Inuyasha gave her a Devilish grin. Inuyasha decided his wife was right it really was more fun to give people what they least expected but he knew it wasn't the only reason he kissed her, he kissed her because he wanted to, he kissed her because he needed to, In one quick motion Inuyasha picked her up and walked with long strides away from the minister, this comes later Yasha your supposed to walk me...shut up woman you are my wife now, and you will do as i say and if i want to carry you out of the church then...I haven’t had a chance to explain my plan. plan? this is all part of a plan?Inuyasha asked  well in a way,then Naraku walked up at least let me kiss the bride he spoke up with a grin.the man lowered his face to kagome even as she tried to move away from him but it wasn't necessary before he could touch her with his lips Naraku went flying backwards and landed on his ass in the dirt he barely had time to catch his breath when Inuyasha was lifting him by the throat, touch my mate again Ill kill you he had the attention of everyone there but no one came forward, Inuyasha heard whispers Naraku tried to kiss Lady Kagome, that Naraku never had any Manners, Inuyasha took care of him good and then Kagome was by his side as she glared at his terrified face trying to decide weather to hit him herself, you can let him go Yasha he didn't mean any harm he's just an Ill  mannered oaf.

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⏳ ⏳ ⏳ ⏳ + any of your students

♡ . ◜  meme  ⁞  for  every  “⏳”  i  receive,  my  muse  will  openly  talk  a bit  about  their  backstory.♡ . ◜  accepting  ⁞  yes.

♡ . ◜  ONE  ON  ONE  INTERVIEW  WITH  ⁞  PARK CHEOL

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  ❛  What  more  do  you  expect  to  get  out  of  a  kid  who  grew  up  in  the  suburbs  with  two  filthy  rich  parents  ?  Just  picture  your  typical  perfect  household  with  the  cute,  white  picket  fences  and  -  and  the  huge  backyard  with  a  dog  running  around.  Now  that  you’ve  seen  the  expectation,  here’s  the  reality  ;  that  home  was  filled  with  nothing  but  lies.  I  remember  when  my  dad  told  my  mother  and  I  that  he’d  be  back.  Never  said  where  he  was  going,  never  bothered  to  give  a  specific  date,  just  kept  us  ━  me  in  the  dark.  You  wanna  know  something  funnier  ?  My  mother  said  the  exact  same  thing  to  me  when  I  was  10  ...  little  did  I  know  that  that  meant  she  was  abandoning  me,  too.  People  always  thought  I  was  just  a  mean-spirited  kid,  full  of  hate  and  wanted  to  do  nothing  more  than  to  ruin  the  other's  day.  They  weren’t  wrong,  though.  That  didn’t  mean  I  intended  to  hurt  that  kid  ...  didn’t  mean  to  send  him  to  the  hospital,  didn’t  mean  to  almost  ━  you  know  what  ?  Why  the  fuck  am  I  speaking  about  this  anyway.  Not  like  anyone  will  care.  Nobody  ever  did.  ❜

♡ . ◜  ONE  ON  ONE  INTERVIEW  WITH  ⁞  IM  SUNHYUK.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  ❛  Maybe  I  set  myself  up  for  the  title  that  I  was  given  by  everyone  ;  always  smiling,  joking,  it  was  like  you  can  never  catch  me  being  upset  about  something.  I  thought  it  was  normal,  ya  know  ?  Being  the  happy  go  lucky  type  of  guy,  the  one  you  can  always  count  on  to  be  there  for  you  no  matter  the  weather.  Was  it  weird  ?  To  have  a  mental  breakdown  one  minute  but  as  soon  as  a  friend  of  yours  texts  you  I  need  someone  to  talk  to  you’re  sobering  up  and  heading  over  to  comfort  them  ?  I  never  had  that  comfort  ...  especially  not  from  my  step  mother.  That  woman  ...  man,  and  I  thought  I  was  the  child  in  that  house.  She  could  have  sworn  up  and  down  that  my  anxiety  was  just  a  cover  up  for  me  missing  for  father  a  lot.  Of  course  that  was  part  of  the  reason  why  I  started  to  have  nightmares  and  began  having  panic  attacks,  I  mean  come  on  !  The  man  dropped  dead  in  front  of  me.  So  I  started  believing  her.  My  personal  problems  were  just  stupid,  didn’t  need  to  be  brought  up.  No  one  knows  of  my  daily  medication  that  need  to  be  organized  by  day,  or  therapy  sessions,  or  constant  blackouts.  As  long  as  I  appear  happy,  everyone  around  me  will  to.  I’m  sorry,  what  were  we  talking  about  again  ?  ❜

♡ . ◜  ONE  ON  ONE  INTERVIEW  WITH  ⁞  YEONGSIK KYE.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  ❛  I  remember  when  my  mom  called  me  a  joke  when  I  brought  up  my  idea  of  being  a  magician  at  the  age  of  6.   My  father  told  me  to  not  take  it  to  heart,  never  take  anything  she  said  to  heart.  I  remember  when  I  was  10  and  my  mother  told  me  I  was  a  dumb  piece  of  shit  because  I  got  second  place  in  the  spelling  bee.  Once  again,  my  dad  said  to  never  listen  to  her.  When  I  told  them  both  that  I  was  bisexual,  she  said  I  was  disgusting  and  smashed  a  wine  bottle  on  the  back  of  my  head.  He  told  me,  while  tending  to  my  bruises,  with  the  weakest  smile  on  his  face,  don’t  believe  her.   My  dad  told  me  I  was  gonna  go  far,  that  I  was  gonna  be  something  important  in  life.  How  come  I  didn’t  ?  Right  now  I’m  known  as  the  fuckboy  on  the  campus,  the  dude  that  has  most  likely  ran  through  three  teams  and a  couple  of  professors  who�� has  no  real  ambition  of  finishing  school.  Maybe  it’s  because  I  had  no  choice  but  to  believe  that  wrenched  bitch  I  called  a  mother.  In  the  end  we  both  knew  we’d  be  stuck  with  each  other  and  his  words  of  encouragement  would  no  longer  be  there.  So  it  wasn’t  no  surprise  that  at  his  funeral  ...  she  blamed  me  for  killing  him  ...  I’m sorry,  I  didn’t  mean  to  laugh  just  now,  it’s  just  that  ...  I  let  that  snake  get  to  me.  Her  poisonous  bite  finally  got  in  my  mainstream  and  I’ve  been  losing  it  ever  since  ...  can  we  wrap  this  up  now  ?  I  no  longer  feel  good.  ❜

♡ . ◜  ONE  ON  ONE  INTERVIEW  WITH  ⁞  KANG YOHAN.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  ❛  You  can’t  play  with  that.  You  can’t  touch  that,  that’s  not  meant  to  be  played  with  by  boys.  Why  is  your  favorite  color  yellow,  that’s  a  feminine  color   ━  like  can  you  imagine  how  bad  9  year  old  me  wanted  to  just  shout  shut  the  fuck  up  !  ?  My  god, I  hated  that  damn  apartment  more  that  my  mother  hated  me  wanting  to  learn  how  to  bake  instead  of  learning  martial  arts.  It  sucked,  growing  up  with  a  very  religious  and  strict  woman  who  was  too  engulfed  by  the  standards  of  gender  roles  to  understand  her  child.  I  used  to  despise  Christmas  because  of  her.  I  took  my  precious,  younger  me’s  time  to  write  out  those  long  ass  lists  just  to  get  nothing  on  it.  I  wanted  a  Barbie  ?  Nope,  Hot  Wheels  instead.  Jump  rope  ?  Basketball  goal  instead.  Sparklers  on  the  4th  of  July  ?  You  bet  your  ass  I  had  the  loudest  fireworks  instead  because  sparklers  were  too  girly.  My  friends  understood,  their  parents  understood,  teachers  even  got  the  hint  to  not  categorize  me  as  a  boy  or  a  girl  when  doing  activities  so  why  couldn’t  she  ?  You  can  only  imagine  what  went  down  when  I  told  my  doctor  that  I  didn’t  specify  with  a  certain  gender  with  her  right  there  with  me.  She  nearly  had  a  heart  attack.  It  was  no  surprise  though  that  she  kicked  me  out.  Age  14,  now  homeless.  Crazy,  right  ?  So  yeah,  fuck  my  childhood  and  everything  that  came  with  it  basically.  Are  we  done  discussing  this  bullshit  now  ?  ❜

#me: i love ruining my muse's life #OKAY BUT I PERSONALLY HATE THAT I RELATE TO SUNHYUK MORE THAN I SHOULD #there should be nothing triggering but if there is let me know #╰ ♡ ˚ ⁞ ｡✿ ⟨ 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤 ⟩ ━ mun. #╰ ♡ ˚ ⁞ ｡✿ ⟨ 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤 ⟩ ━ park cheol. #╰ ♡ ˚ ⁞ ｡✿ ⟨ 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤 ⟩ ━ im sunhyuk. #╰ ♡ ˚ ⁞ ｡✿ ⟨ 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤 ⟩ ━ yeongsik kye. #╰ ♡ ˚ ⁞ ｡✿ ⟨ 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤 ⟩ ━ kang yohan. #i wanna plot with them more now #ofhcartbeats

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : World of Sea : Part 37

SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

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Mord did not know what to make of what he was seeing and hearing.  He was aboard the deadliest craft that he had ever heard of, and her commander, was crying — — — For enemy dead.  He felt guilty about the thoughts of a few minutes before.  Putting his arms about her, he held her until she calmed.  She parted from him gently and sat him on one of the big cushions next to her.

Getting a grip on herself, Sula said with a cold rage, “When we find who did that to Kurin, I hope that we can take them without loss.  If we do have to sink them, I will put them on the bottom without a tear. I have my sailors making inquiries to see if we can find the ones responsible.”  Mord was glad that ferocity was not directed at his ship.

Mord seated himself and said, “We also have inquiries under way, as does the Council and a number of ships that are friendly to us.”

The problem of finding evidence solved itself.  A young deck-hand of the Grython was brought in late that night, with the symptoms of Ord poisoning.  His case was not as advanced as Kurin’s and he responded well to treatment, at first.

“Off with your shirt,” Dr Worran ordered him, intending to see if he still had the strength and coordination to do it.  Wordlessly, the young man struggled with what should have been a simple task.  The Doctor helped him, observing his eyes and respiration at the same time.

“Where did you get that inflamed patch on your right chest?” she asked him urgently.

He shook his head as if having trouble speaking, then mumbled, “Dunno . . . It itched a little, but it stopped.”

Doctor Worran picked up his shirt and felt something long in the right pocket.  She removed it from his pocket with long tweezers.  She applied a thin paste to the point and washed it off carefully.

She burst in on Sula and Mord, holding her find carefully in the tweezers.  “Look what I found on that young man who just came in! I’ve a mind to let him die.”

Mord looked with horror at the Ord spine, revealed for what it was by the ugly greenish brown left by the testing paste.  It was neatly mounted in a handle.  It looked like an ordinary sail maker’s awl.  “What ship is he from?” was all that he said, as he carefully looked over the lethal tool.

“The Grython,” answered Doctor Worran.

Mord said thoughtfully, “I would not have expected that.  The Grython has been fast friends to the Longin for many Gatherings.  We need to talk to this man, if he can still speak.”

They went quickly to the sick bay.  Doctor Worran pointed out the inflamed area of right chest.  “He was carrying the spine uncovered in his right shirt pocket.  The poison worked through the fabric and his skin.”

“I see,” said Sula.  “He probably did not know what he was carrying, then.  I wonder how he got it?”

The sailor struggled against unwilling muscles to turn his head towards them.  His voice was almost inaudible, and he was clearly fighting for the breath to speak at all, “I won it on a dare.  A pair of sailors bet me a whole Selked-made sail stitching kit that I couldn’t poke the awl into Kurin’s lunch unseen, for a prank.  I didn’t know it would hurt her.  When I heard what happened, I took the awl from the kit and started to come here.  I didn’t make it.  I’m sorry.”

“You did well.  Who were they?” asked Mord.  “What was their ship?”

“I don’t know for sure,” he husked.  “I saw one them in the Grandalor’s booth earlier.  I did recognize the other, but didn’t realize who he was until too late.  He was Silor Elon.  I don’t know where he is now.”  It was a grim and angry pair of Captains who headed topside.  By now the sun was beginning to rise on the eastern horizon.

Mord told his Craft Masters what had happened and added, “This perfidy must be reported to the Council.  Who will go with me?”  Every hand went up.  Master Juris asked to look at the awl.

“There is Selked’s mark.  That means that he made this aboard the Grandalor,” he pronounced like it was a doom.

Chapter 12a: Flight of the Grandalor

“Dark Iren devour those fools!” Barad raged.  “Nobody will believe that we tried to stop them.  We will all swim for their idiocy!  By the time that the Council finds their mistake, they will have to send their apologies by way of Iren’s Orcas!”

Mister Timms paused in his duties long enough to agree, saying, “As many of us was involved in one way and another, Sir, I’m sure that you’re right.  Many inquired about the Ord and many more worked in the experiments.  Best we give the Council time to cool down before we try to explain.”

All about him the crew was quietly and efficiently preparing the Grandalor to get under way.  Tanlin was at the small floating dock, greeting each boat and speaking quietly to the new arrivals as the crew inconspicuously came aboard, a few at a time.  Occasionally, a boat left the ship with a few folk on it.

Moonlight glittered across the water, pursuing little Dorac over the horizon. All about them, only the stars and the running lamps and masthead lights of the sleeping Naral fleet provided any light.  It would be six hours before swift little Dorac rose again, followed shortly by mighty Wohan.  Six hours of darkness.  Six hours to flee for their lives.

Without tocsins or shouted orders, cables were slipped from the anchorage float and sails were set as silently as the wind allowed.  As she began to move, her masthead lights and running lamps were extinguished, one by one.  Following the constellation known as the Sea Hawk, the Grandalor raced SSE through the darkness under all of the canvas that she could fly, with no lights showing, straight away from the sleeping Gathering.  

As soon as the last of the masthead lanterns of the Naral fleet fell below the horizon, Barad wrote an extensive Log entry and took out his Three Dragons set.

Tanlin, who had just come off duty as First Officer of the Second Night Watch, relaxed into the cushions of one of the cabin’s chairs and looked on with interest.

“W’at’re ye doin’, Luve?”

“Trying to save our lives and our ship, in that order.  I have entered the whole true account of Kurin’s poisoning into the Log.  It cannot save me.  Unless we escape the fleet, I will die for Kurin’s murder.  It may well save you and others innocent of the killing.”

“T’at’s a good t’ing t’at ye’re doin’, m’ ‘Eart — — ‘ow’ll T’ree Dragons save us?”

“I have broken the course rose into seven possible tacks.  The dice will tell us which way to go.  If white lands on a number less than fifty, we hold course for an hour and roll again.  Whichever of these two dice eats the other gives us the  course to follow, from this table. He held up a tallow-slate with a neatly made table on it.  If neither one eats the other, we split the difference for our course.  We exclude only courses that we know to be dangerous.

“Roll the first one, Tanlin, and pray to the Dragons that it’s a good cast.”

As the dice rattled in the cup Tanlin thought, ‘E knows t’at ‘e’s doomed.  Even i’ we go t’ t’e Arrakans, t’ey won’t shield ‘im from murder, so w’at does ‘e do?  ‘E still t’inks o’ gain an’ loss but now ‘is t’ought’s for t’ose close t’ ‘im an’ ‘is crew.  ‘Ow many in ‘is place wad do as much?  Few.  Nane t’at Oi can t’ink o’.  An’ Oi married ‘im!  Pride swelled in her heart as the dice bounded clattering about the board and came to rest.

They leaned over the board together and she put an arm about his waist. He absently stroked her hair and put an arm around her as he read the fall of the dice.

“Dragon eats skelt, seventy three.”  He consulted his chart and figured the correction for the present course in his head.  “East-North-East. That will take us across the fleet, just out of their sight.”  As he straightened, she wrapped her other arm about him and gave him a spontaneous kiss.

“So close?  Shall Oi t’row again?”

“No. A better course could not have been chosen.  If there is pursuit and I am sure there will be, it will make us hard to see because of the glare of the early sun.  It also cuts back and across our track.  Any trying to find us by following our course will be thrown off as well.”

“Oi’ll take care o’ t’e corse change, Luve.  Ye’ve ‘ad a ‘orrible day.  ‘Ow long do we ‘old ‘t?”

“Seven and a half hours.”  He looked down at her for a rare unguarded moment.  Why did it take so long to find you?  I know that Teralat would have liked you.  The memory of his long dead wife hadn’t hurt since he’d realized that he actually respected Kurt— no, Tanlin.  He now knew for certain that his feelings had become more than respect.

“Aye, seven an’ a ‘alf ‘ours.  So, seventy t’ree?  T’e forst digit’s t’e ‘ours an’ t’e second’s t’e minutes by tens?” she questioned as she set the water clock to time the tack.

“Yes. You know, I married you for more than your stunning good looks.”

“Oi know.  Ye got t’ose t’.”  She flipped her fall of hair saucily as she left.  Arriving on deck, she became a First Officer.

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Warning: the following contains extreme language, a run on sentence, and absolutely no caps. It makes no sense and should not be read by anyone... unless he ducked

i killed my father unless he ducked i dont know i dont know they hid in the tall grass the saw grass the overgrown menacing grass unless he ducked unless he ducked the doctor said i need to take my meds but shes trying ton poison trying to make me crazy trying to make me sick i dont trust her i dont trust anybody but especially her she doesnt even wear a white coat how can she be a doctor i was thinking of killing her and then she ducked like my father just like my father he disappeared she disappeared he was there and then he wasnt she was there and then she wasnt and i was thinking of killing them maybe i did or maybe they ducked maybe they never even existed i dont know i dont know he was there sometimes and then he wasnt there and then he wasnt there all the time and i meant to kill him unless he ducked he took me hunting one time and in the grass the tall grass he jerked me off and i jerked him off in the tall grass the saw grass waiting for ducks in hip waders we were hunting ducks and i had a shotgun and he had a shotgun but i dont know if the guns were loaded and i killed him unless he ducked calling the ducks with our shotguns i think that happened unless it didnt i got nothing against ducks hanging in the windows in chinatown where you get cold tea and duck if they let you in because sometimes the door is locked and there’s just the dead ducks in the windows i dont know i dont know the doctor doesnt believe me but i dont believe her i dont believe in her what kind of fucking doctor doesnt wear a white coat trying to poison my brain make my brain explode she puts the pills right into my veins poison poison poison popping those pills right into my veins shes nuts i tell you fuck her fuck her i would have shot him if he didnt duck if we didnt shoot the ducks those poor ducks no good reason except to hang them in the window poor fucking ducks pull the trigger watch the head explode pull the trigger and see his head explode in the tall grass while hes jerking me off fuck him fuck him he fucked me in the ass i think i dont know for sure except my ass was bleeding and all the blood and all the blood i killed hi for that unless he ducked quack quack shes a fucking quack off my meds on my meds making my head explode making my ass bleed blood in the tall grass needles in my veins airplane straps on the bed jesus straps and the sound of the engine all night long and they wont let me sleep strapped to the bed like jesus like an airplane all that noise the screaming is it me screaming or somebody else screaming my ass wide open for him for the ducks the aliens fuck her what does she know my father my father my father rotten sonofabitch bastard fucker i killed him unless he ducked fuck him fuck him i would have killed him i should have killed the fucker the dirty fucker in the tall grass the way he stank of cigarettes and beer nicotine stains on his fingers those fingers jerking me off he stank he stank that fucking alcoholic chain smoking fucker if i didnt kill him the cancer probably did how the fuck could he still be alive that stinking sonofabitch i shot him in the face unless he ducked better him than the ducks they never did nothing to me or the chinese hanging in the windows the stink of death the stink of killing of blood and gunpowder and beer and menthol cigarettes what does it take what the fuck does it take he must be dead hes dead i know hes dead i think hes dead what the fuck does it take i pulled that trigger i know i pulled that trigger fuck him fuck him the gun the cold metal in my hands against my skin cold and wet up to my nuts in stinking filthy swamp tall grass fucking fuck fuck a duck i pulled that trigger i shot him in the face in his ugly face that bastard that prick that sonofabitch motherfucker i shot him i definitely shot him unless he ducked he could have ducked maybe he ducked how the fuck should i know if he ducked or if i shot hi in the face blood and brains splattering all over the tall grass ducks would of got a kick out of that seeing a guy shoot another guy instead of a duck unless he ducked i meant to shoot him i sure meant to shoot him blow his fucking big mouth to to other side of his head like a cartoon character that duck the cartoon duck the black one not the yellow one only i never saw a black duck mostly mallards dont think i ever saw a yellow one either for that matter but i always liked the black one better he was funny the yellow one wasn’t even funny and i could never understand what the fuck he was saying but the black one was funny even though he sounded exactly like the cat that was always chasing the bird he was way funnier when his bill would spin around his head when he got shot and he would put it back and say that thing i cant remember the thing but it was funny i liked that duck he was funny my old man he wasnt funny at all he thought he was funny never made me laugh never gave me anything but pain and more pain and worse pain that fucker but he sure thought he was funny i hope he didnt duck i hope i turned his face to pulp fuck him fuck him fuck him with his nicotine fingers and his breath always smelled like cigarettes and beer for fucks sake chew some gun or rinse your fucking mouth out with listerine or something stinking breath sonofabitch fuck you fuck you in the tall grass where no one could see you jerking me off and making me jerk you off you fucker you fucking perverted fucked up fuck half a fag touching your own sons dick and making him touch your hairy dick definitely half a fag and something else too something a lot worse than i got words for you deserved to die he deserved to die should of shot his dick and nuts off ha ha how would you like that for fucking funny how would you like that for laughs you fucked up pig that fucked up pig i know i know i know secrets that nobody knows i got all these secrets all locked up inside my head all kinds of secrets secrets that would fuck your head right up whats really going on behind the scenes the cia the fbi the fucking communists and fucking jfk and the mafia all kinds of secrets secrets that could get me killed secrets could get me disappeared like jimmy fucking whats his name i know shit i know shit i know some secrets not just about the old man that old half a fag pervert child molester i know where some bodies are buried lots of bodies people who got disappeared and people other people dont even know are disappeared i know i know shit i know secrets alien autopsy knights fucking templars i could blow the lid off things if i wanted to trust me trust me i know some seriously fucking shit im like that wrestler with the glasses that make him see things the sunglasses i can see i can see just like roddy whats his name i dont even need the glasses i can just see i just know things inside my brain things inside my head inside my  fucking head i know shit some really deep shit fuck you i know you cant make me not know i know this shit trying to make me forget wonder if its real i fucking know i know so fuck you in our slickers in the mud in the swamp in the tall grass surrounded by bugs and frogs in the wilderness fucking molesting asshole pedophile stinking fuck you fuck i know shit i remember no matter how much you try to make me forget i remember i know i know dont try to bullshit me dont try to confuse me i know i mean i know things not everything in the whole fucking world that’s not what im saying dont try to say that im saying i know everything im just saying i know some things and i know what i know i mean what i do know and its stuff that some people probably most people dont know the shit i know thats all im saying but i dont know if he ducked or if i shot him in the face i meant to shoot his head right off i definitely meant to do it i definitely pulled the fucking trigger maybe he ducked or maybe the gun didnt go off thats possible that it jammed or it didn’t go off for some reason i dont know i dont know that for sure one way or the other sometimes i know i killed him sometimes i know he ducked or the gun jammed or something else kept me from shooting him unless i shot a duck and i thought it was him unless he ducked he could of ducked i dont know i dont know i dont fucking know but i know other things things that other people dont know things that you dont know fuck you i know shit i know secrets i know all kinds of secrets but not if i killed him but not if he ducked i dont know that so dont fucking ask cuz i dont remember exactly so i cant tell you so dont ask me i killed my father unless he ducked unless he ducked i dont know maybe he ducked i hope he didnt fucking duck but maybe he ducked

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