#since when did we decide that giving a fuck about how human lives should be governed is just for the nerds?

[matcha-goblin]

People when a human rights issue doesn't affect them: Oh, I'm not really involved in politics haha

People when a human rights issue does affect them: This isn't about politics! It's about people's lives!!

#for real it's like ppl use the label of “politics” to justify not caring about it #why is “politics” automatically boring and abstract and nothing to do with us? #and then when a political issue stops being abstract #it can't be political anymore #since when did we decide that giving a fuck about how human lives should be governed is just for the nerds? #not caring about politics is a privilege #politics #us politics #political commentary #human rights #leftism #i guess this is maybe a radical leftist take? #idfk

[dragonnarrative-writes]

im the anon who sent that gaz ask and omg kyle's interlude was so good!!!!! im just giggling thinking of kyle wondering how much does she know? did she catch on somehow? fuck I have to take her out quick before she finds out how many projects ive finished and the whole time miss new girl is like. wow this guy fucking sucks at his job i want him gone from my hospital >:(

mans thinks shes gonna file a case with a police and she just thinks he's incompetent as shit

I'm so tickled. That's exactly what's happening.

CW: discussions of death and dying, autopsies, medical neglect

There’s something going on on the cardiac floor that you just… can’t quite put your finger on.

This isn’t the first hospital you’ve worked at, but you’re also new to urban healthcare, so you don’t want to rock the boat by being paranoid. But traffic from the cardiac floor is… steady. You’ve read the papers, know the stats like the back of your hand. And the cardiac floor is perfectly in line with expected trends. Every. Month.

There are fluctuations, of course. Plus or minus three to seven lives is nothing remarkable in cardiology. Macabre, maybe, but true. But that’s unnatural. In the seven months you’ve worked here, you’ve seen waves elsewhere in the hospital. The plastics floor had a month with zero deaths followed by a month of a persistent infection sweeping through the otherwise reasonably healthy patients. Oncology has seen a steady decline in patients sent your way, thank goodness. Even emergency and intensive care aren’t as fixedly consistent as the cardiac floor.

When you wonder about it aloud to the director, Dr. Martins just shrugs. “We have a good team up there. Very good at keeping things clean and double and triple checking their work.”

“But if that’s the case, then the number of deaths should be going down,” you point out.

Dennis gives you a rueful smile. “That’s not always how human bodies work, unfortunately. You know that.”

You do know that. Which is why the consistency grates against your nerves. So you decide to do a little digging.

The name that comes up the most often in the chart notes is one Kyle Garrick.

That’s actually not 100% accurate. He’s charting exactly the way he’s supposed to. And no nurse has complete, individual access to patients 24/7. But every dying patient he has access to is… perfect. Their blood work, labs, vitals, prognosis, medication adherence and refusal is almost too-the-letter, textbook precise.

The most obvious answer is that Garrick, and probably a couple of other nurses on the floor, are fudging the numbers.

The idea is infuriating. You hate the way the administrators keep changing medical record systems just as much as the next person, but inaccurate charting is a safety issue. People can, have, and do die because someone writes down the wrong timing for medications or assumes that a patient’s vitals are unchanged. If anything, this is probably worse than that. The fact that everything is so pristine probably means that some patients are just being written off. The nurses might be deciding who gets the excellent care the hospital is known for and who gets neglected.

You stay three hours late investigating the next cardio patient that ends up in your morgue.

After examining the body and reading, rereading, and re-re-re-reading his chart, you find it. A stutter in the dosages of blood thinners, a slightly higher blood pressure reading from someone who isn’t nurse Kyle fucking Garrick. Just enough evidence to have you testing the body with an aspirometer almost too late. And there it is. A fatal air embolism.

You want to scream, but the dead man doesn’t deserve that.

Three weeks later, sipping from your water bottle, someone calls into the office. “Knock knock.”

Dennis practically lights up. “"Good morning, Kyle. Been a bit since you've come to see us. Care for some tea?"

Your eyebrows shoot up. Dr Martins hates unexpected visitors. Then you look over your shoulder, and you understand. Even old queens aren't immune to pretty privilege. The man that’s leaning in the doorway is gorgeous. Maybe its because you work with dead bodies all day, but his eyes and skin seem to glow, even under the fluorescents.

"Can't," the man says, apologetically. "Just dropping someone off."

"Well, at least let me introduce our new nurse!"

The fact that you’re wiping crumbs off of your mouth over a paper plate is the only reason no one sees your face fall when you hear him say, “Nice to meet you. Kyle Garrick.”

#slasher handler #cod #fanfiction #dark fic #kyle gaz garrick #gaz appreciation nation #dragonnarrativewrites fanfiction #coffeeshop chats #please keep these requests coming because when they hit they HIT #i'm having so much fun #i promise im working on the next ghost part #but the giant weirdo is fighting me #gaz is much more cooperative and considerate

[xetswan]

Unknowing- Florida

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[One] [Two] [Three]

Warnings: a little spicy?

Learning to be a hybrid was... in less than two words; different. I don't use my werewolf ability at all.

But having that in me I can sense more than I ever have before. Hunting is something new as well. I can see better in the dark. The taste was more bearable- speaking of taste I can eat human food again too.

Now when I eat in front of Charlie it's not tasting like sand anymore. I can go out in the sun as well, I don't sparkle like the others.

I'm still immortal, I still need to drink blood to survive and not get thirsty. My abilities are enhanced. I can take energy from electronics now, and plant-life.

Getting back to school, everyone was curious about where I was, having to tell them I had to get surgery done in a different state. Angela was the most worried, and concerned. Jessica acted like she cared but we all know how she really felt.

Today, I decided to sit at lunch before Jasper and Alice joined me. "My fellow students. Cool, right? Wow, okay, right? We are the future. Anything is possible... if you just believe." Mike reads out loud as he is writing on what Jessica should say since she's valedictorian. "Nice." Angela mumbles, not really paying attention.

He rips the page from his notebook. "Blah, blah, blah... Perfect. And you got yourself a speech." He hands the page to her.

"No, this will be my speech when I want everyone to throw their diplomas at my head. So... Thank you." She crumpled the paper, tossing it at him.

"Ya gotta embrace the cliches, Jess." Mike tells her.

"They have the bread and butter of all valedictorians." Eric chimes in. "And that is why you are not valedictorian. And Jess doesn't need cliches. Her speech is gonna be epic." Angela hypes up her close friend.

"Epic? It'll change lives." Jessica grins, and after that Alice and Jasper abruptly appear, carrying food trays as if they're going to eat them.

They sit on either side of me. Jasper kissing my temple. "I decided to throw a party." Alice announces with a huge grin.

"After all, how many times are we gonna graduate high school?" Jasper asks in a teasing tone that only Bella, Edward, Alice and I are going to understand. Edward and I stifle a smile.

"A party? At your place?" Angela questions. "I've never seen your house." Jessica says. I lean my head onto Jasper's shoulder. "No one's ever seen their house." Eric points out.

"I have." I raise my hand a little bit, Eric and Jessica give me a look and I chuckle. "Another party, Alice?" Edward looks at her.

"It'll be fun." She assures them.

"Yeah, that's what you said last time." Bella comments, I give her a dirty expression, reaching over to smack her arm. She says ow and I quietly give her a "what the fuck is wrong with you?" before looking back at my girlfriend who is currently freezing, having a vision. Luckily no one is noticing.

"Well cool, that's really uh... normal of you. What time?" She doesn't answer. "Dress code?" Still nothing from her. "Bring anything? Cheetos?"

I shake her shoulder a little bit, "Wake up, Alice." Edward speaks up. "She hasn't been getting much sleep lately, senior jitters." Jasper covers for her, which I'm proud of him for talking more to everyone.

Getting his thirst under control.

Alice wakes from her vision. She gives me a worried expression.

"Oh, babe, can you come with me to your car? I left something." I ask her with a sweet smile. She looks taken back but us three get up and leave the table. I glance back to Edward who gives me a small nod.

"What did you see?" I questioned her as we walked out of the doors of the school. "I- You can't tell Bella. Edward doesn't want her to know." She starts, I nod my head. Edward's been protecting her. It's been a little extreme but Bella's stubborn so I appreciate him for it. "Okay." I motion for her to continue.

"Before I do, babe is new." She mentions what I said earlier. I shrug, holding back a smile. "It kind of just left my mouth. It was too late to go back on it." I mutter.  I then hear a dean start walking to the doors, cutting her off before she can say anything else. "Let's go to the car." I tell them, we hurriedly head over to the car before anyone sees.

"It was brief, it has something to do with Victoria and newborn vampires." She says, holding her head as she remembers everything. I let out a breath, I wasn't scared about Victoria anymore.

This might come across as cocky but I have every right to be. "This weekend, she's going to try something. Do you think you would be alright going to Florida with your sister and Edward?" Alice looks up at me, something that I could never get used to.

Another thing that's changed in my transformation is my height. Being 5'8 now, closer to Jasper. Also having a muscular build.

"If it's to protect my sister, of course." I cross my arms, glancing down at her then to Jasper who's smiling at me. "What?" I furrow my brows.

"Nothing." He chuckles, the bell rings and I let out a sigh. "You think Edward will let me take his ability for this test?" I jokingly ask them as we go back inside the school.

"He might if you coerce him." Alice laughs, holding on to my arm. My next class is with him so I actually could if I wanted to. "Might lecture you about it." Jasper disagrees, I press my lips together.

"Shall we see?" I smirk, we stop in front of my class. "We'll see you after class, Darling." Jasper playfully rolls his eyes, both of them waving as they walk to their own class.

I enter the class, noticing Edward already staring at me. I grin, going over to the table we sit next to each other at.

"No." Is the first thing he says. "What?" I act as if I don't know what he means. "You're not taking my ability."

"What do you mean?" I raise a brow, acting confused. "Don't play dumb." He scoffs, but I can tell he finds it amusing.

"I don't know why you're so accusatory. I would never want to use your ability so I could cheat on this test and get an A." I put my hands up defensively, getting out a pencil for the test.

"You're so subtle." He says, then as the class begins the teacher has a student pass out the papers. Edward puts his hand in front of me, tapping the table three times.

A smile grows on my face. The tapping means he's letting me use his energy. He used to do it before I had to go through the transformation. No one knew because everyone thought I was getting better.

He obviously knew I didn't want to worry anyone. Edward's the reason I didn't have to go through it sooner than I wanted.

Two papers are placed on our table, I give one to him.

"So, what was that at school? What did Alice see?" Bella questions Edward and I as we enter the Sheriff's station. "Nothing. Something about Jasper. It was innocuous." Edward lies, my sister glances up at me. I nod, agreeing with her boyfriend.

"I know you know what she saw. Tell me." She demands from him. "It was nothing." He continues.

"You looked worried." Bella points out. "Just that everyone would notice how strange Alice is." He comes up with a cover up. "I think that ship sailed long ago." I cleared my throat, shaking my head at her.

We all look at Charlie who subtly gestures for us to keep our distance. "I wonder what's wrong." Edward says.

"There's someone missing in Seattle, over a year ago. Charlie is doing what he can, but... Do you know something about this?" Bella quizzes suddenly.

"We've been tracking the situation in Seattle for a while. Unexplained disappearances, killings... If the situation gets more conspicuous, the Volturi will step in." Edward explains, I cross my arms, remembering them asking me if I could use Alice's ability to see more.

Using the other's abilities with my situation, we've learned I can experience more enhanced usages. I can barely get anything though.

"If they go to Seattle, they can come here. They can see I'm still human." Bella worriedly expresses. "We won't get that far. But we'll go to Seattle if we have to." He reassures her concern.

"I'll fax these down first thing." I hear Charlie say.

"Thank you." The older couple walks off, he then approaches us.

"Hey you two." He does a short wave.

"Hey." We say almost in unison. "Are you guys ready for dinner?" He asks, I nod my head as Bella verbally answers him. He puts a picture into his case. I take a peak seeing the name and face; Riley.

As we stand there I feel the tension between Edward and Charlie. "It is still just us three, right?" He questions.

"Yeah, I'm just dropping them off. See you later." He gently passes my sister, but before he gets far he stops. "Oh... Bella. My parents wanted to remind you about the... Airline tickets you got for your birthday." Edward refreshes her memory.

"What airline tickets?" Dad asks. "A round trip ticket to see Mom in Florida." She says.

"Wow, that was generous."

"And it expires soon, they say you might wanna use it this weekend." Edward mentions, eyeing me quickly, not even able to be catched by Bella and Charlie. "Well, I can't just drop everything and go."

"It might be your last chance to see her before you graduate." I can tell that sentence hits Bella a certain way. "Well. It might not be a bad idea. Get you both out of the town for a couple days, get some distance." The last part was directed to Edward.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing mom... As long as you use the companion ticket." Bella then turns to her boyfriend, I suck at my bottom lip trying my best not to laugh at our dad's facial expression.

"Wait, three tickets? Super, that makes me really happy." The sarcasm in his voice almost made me lose it.

Before leaving for Florida Alice and Jasper took me out for a date. Kind of? We went to our usual spot in the woods, sitting on a blanket. "What's all this for?" I question, sitting between them as usual.

"Just wanted to make you feel special before you left." Alice smiles, kissing my lips catching me off guard. "Mm, alright." I lay my head back on the boulder behind us.

"I feel like this is to talk about something serious." I call them out.

"It really isn't, love." Jasper lays a hand on my thigh. "We just want to spend time with you, it feels like it's been a while since we've been able to really be alone." Alice chimes in. Then I lifted my head, her tone of voice felt different.

"Mm, yeah?" I hum out, realizing how close they really are now.

"Tonight is gonna be all about you, Darling." Jasper takes my hand, sliding it into his as he then kisses it softly.

Alice comes closer to my face, I lift my free hand to the back of her head and roughly smash my lips upon hers. I feel Jasper's lips lead up to my neck.

I feel my face warm up intensely. I feel Alice bite my bottom lip and I let out a low growl in response, laughing at her antics.

Jasper was still attacking my neck as Alice and I were making out.

It's been a while since we've gotten to do anything. All the drama of our weird lives we live.

I'm not going to give too many details of the night.. Just know the sun was out when it was over.

"Aren't you two going to miss this? Don't you just feel the vitamin D soaking up in your pores?" Renee questions us, we both told her our plans after graduation.

She thinks that Bella's going to the University of Alaska. And I'm going with Jasper and Alice to the country of Europe to travel mine's not exactly a lie though. Right now we sit in the sun, lying in lounge chairs that are pushed tightly together.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss this." Bella admits. "I was never one for the sun." I comment, our mom sighs out a small snicker. "I remember." She smacks my knee in a playful manner.

"You know, colleges in Florida are a lot sunnier. I'm just saying Bella, if you go to the University of Alaska... I'm never gonna see you." Renee frowns, attempting to change my sister's mind about the Alaska thing.

Renee is excited about my traveling, I told her she could join every now and then when we first got here. She takes our moms hand. "They have a really great science program."

"You mean Edward program." She nudges Bella who smiles, looking inside the house. Edward was sitting in a chair with a view of Bella, offering a small wave to her then continuing back to a conversation with Phil who was lying on the couch.

"The way he watches you... It's like he's willing to leap in front of you and take a bullet or something. Have you noticed that [Name]?" She points out to Bella and then looks at me. I just shrug my shoulders in response. "Is that a bad thing?"

"It's an intense thing. You're different with him. If he moves, you move. Like magnets." Renee tells Bella, not upset about it."I don't know, we're just... In love." Bella doesn't exactly know what to say.

"I get it. I just want to make sure you're making the right choices for you. You know, cause you're the one who's gonna have to live with them." She's being a mom which is understandable, if only she knew what the both of us really have to deal with. Bella takes the information in though.

Our mom notices her in her own head so she changes the subject. "Alright, enough with the heavy." She reaches under her chair and pulls up two large boxes.

"Mom." Bella starts. Renee places one on both our laps. "Congratulations, my girls." She clasps her hands together. "I didn't want you to spend your money." Bella frowns.

"I didn't, come on." She rushes us. "Thank you, mom." I smile at her. "Open it before you thank me." She motions for me to get to it. We open the box to find quilts, we unfold it and see what they're made of.

"Are these all our old trip T-shirts?" Bella grins, shocked by our gift. "I saved them all. I thought they'd make a good quilt. To keep you warm in Alaska. And you warm wherever you travel if needed." She tells us both. "Remember this one? Ensenada." She points to one of the shirts on Bella's quilt that's in a different place on mine. "The snake pit." Bella nods.

"Yep. But this one is my favorite. Here..." She points to the one on mine. "The three-headed lobster in Maine." I comment. "This is amazing." Bella hypes up the gift.

"No, honey. I'm glad you both like it. I just figured, you know, when you two get older, have kids. We can add to it. Maybe go visit... the world's largest catsup bottle or something." She explains the gift. Both of us go quiet. She wraps us both in the quilts. "Oh... I'm glad you like it." She smiled sweetly. Bella hugs Renee tightly.

My chest tightens, knowing this could be Bella's last time, Bella waves to me to join so I place the Quilt down and join in the hug. I feel my mom's arm squeeze my back to bring me closer.

"I just thought, you should have a little piece of me, up there in Alaska, and wherever your heart desires, [Name]." She says, I back away from the hug.

"Mom." Bella begins. "Yeah."

"I miss you." She says truthfully. "Oh, honey. I miss you, too." I could tell she was surprised from Bella's emotional state but continued to hug her.

I call Alice and Jasper every like three hours to check in with everything.

I could tell Bella was getting nosey so when I did it I went to the ocean to have a walk or outside where Bella couldn't hear what I was saying.

Everyone, including the wolves, are chasing after Victoria now.

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[disillusioneddanny]

The Devil Wore a T-Shirt Prologue

“Pregnant? What the fuck do you mean I’m pregnant, Frostbite! That’s not possible! In case you didn’t realize it, I’m a man!” Danny exploded, sitting on top of the stupid hospital bed, his arms crossed over his chest. He had come to the Far Frozen because he was feeling nauseous as hell, thought that maybe it was just some kind of ghost cold of some sort. Only for it to be pregnancy?

How the fuck did that happen?

“Ghost anatomy is different, Great One. You should know this better than anyone,” Frostbite said, taking a step back from the young king.

“How am I supposed to give birth! I don’t have the body for it!” Danny shouted, throwing his arms out wide as he tried and failed to keep from panicking. How was this possible? What the hell was he even going to do? How was this even going to work out for him?

“It’s simple, really. Right now you’re just forming the child’s core. Once the core is finished it will phase out of your body and mature for roughly three months before the child is born. This is quite exciting, Great One! We have never had a halfa give birth to a child before in our histories, it’s unprecedented! Truly remarkable.”

“So,” Danny said and slowly let out a breath as he closed his eyes and tried his best to stay calm. “What you’re saying is that I’m going to lay an egg?” He asked, voice cracking horribly.

Fuck Red Hood this was all his goddamn fault. Danny hadn’t planned on meeting a sexy brickhouse of a liminal when he had gone to explore Gotham but that was apparently exactly what the fuck he did. It hadn’t meant to go like this whatsoever. He had just been flying through the area, saw the guy getting cornered by a bunch of gang members with guns and couldn’t not help.

After helping the man out and fixing his little contaminated ectoplasm problem he had found himself in Red Hood’s bed having the best night of his fucking life. Now that best night of his life was turning into–something else. Now here he was apparently pregnant and probably about to lay an egg at any fucking moment. What the hell was he even going to do? He was twenty four! He didn’t know how to raise a kid. He didn’t even know how to take care of himself much less take care of a fucking baby. Not only that but what would the baby even turn out to be like?

Would the baby be fully ghost? Like Box Lunch was? Or since Danny was half human and Red Hood had been liminal, would she be like some weird combination of ghost and human? There were so many uncertainties when it came to this and it was terrifying. Not to mention Danny didn’t even live in the human realms anymore. He had decided to move to the realms full time as soon as he had turned eighteen and fuck. He was going to have a kid. Danny slumped down on the hospital bed and tried to even out his breathing as he felt himself fall into a panicked spiral. What was he going to do? Not only that, but should he tell Red Hood? Would the crime boss and vigilante Red Hood even want to have anything to do with their kid?

If you’re interested the first chapter is up on ao3!!

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[excelsi-or]

summoned (epilogue: pt. 16)

pairing: woozi x fem!reader/fem!OC

w.c. 1.8k (just a little fluff to end of this series)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

EPILOGUE

The evening of the end of the world, the angels and demons drop the humans off at Hansol’s apartment.

As soon as Seungkwan sees them, he says, “That’s it. We’re having a dinner party.”

She doesn’t have the energy to argue. She even takes the beer that Hansol offers.

That sets Seungkwan off even more, and the storm turns into a whirlwind.

“Seokmin and Jihoon can’t come.”

“They can’t? Why not? You and Jihoon have been tied at the hip since we met him.”

“Uh…” She meets Hansol’s eye as he returns from his bedroom with a change of clothes. “How much do we share?”

Seungkwan cuts Hansol off before he can even open his mouth. “You smell like smoke, your dress is burnt, Hansol is ravenous and not eating leftovers. Something’s happened. Do I need to add that the sky was bright red? I was about to try to get home to my family because I thought that the world was ending. But now, all of a sudden, it’s fine.”

Hansol takes her by the shoulders and guides her towards the bathroom. “You go shower. I’ll deal with Seungkwan until everyone comes over. Gives you time to decide if you want to share.” 

“You’re honestly the best. The best best friend ever.”

Hansol clucks his tongue. “You’re welcome, Antichrist. Go shower.”

As she’s about to close the door, she tells him she isn’t the Antichrist anymore.

“How can you suddenly just not be it anymore?”

She shrugs. “My mom explained it, like, since the world didn’t end with me as it was supposed to, there’ll be another Antichrist.”

“So, now you’re just… you’re just human?”

She nods.

“And your parents?”

“Well, for foiling the Great Plan or whatever they call it, no go. Dad doesn’t get his soul back. Mom didn’t really have hope anyway.” There’s a quiver in her voice that Hansol hasn’t heard in a while.

“Oh.” Hansol pushes his way into the bathroom to wrap his arms around her. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry it didn’t work out.” He pretends as if he can’t feel the tears against his neck. He isn’t quite sure what it means that they don’t get their souls back. He’s still baffled that his best friend was, but is no longer, the Antichrist.

When she pulls away, he can’t tell that she’d been crying. “They have human lives to live, and I get to keep my soul. Apparently, that’s worth it to them.”

“Have you told them about your demon boyfriend?”

“Jihoon said he’s going home,” she says. “Nothing here to entertain him anymore.”

“Hansol-ah! I need you to peel the vegetables!” Seungkwan calls.

A few days after the end of the world, with Jeonghan and Seungcheol’s wedding to now plan for (they heard it could’ve been the end of the world and decided they were getting married ASAP), she isn’t expecting to walk up to her apartment door and not have a door to open.

Annoyed, she pats the wall in the general area where her doorknob should be.

“If this demon also fucking locked my door, he’s being kicked out,” she mutters as her hand finds the knob.

Luckily for the demon, it’s unlocked.

From her doorway, she can see him stretched out on her couch in sweatpants and his favourite red hoodie, a book hovering over his head.

“You said you were going home.”

The book lowers slightly so he can see her, unfazed by her lack of greeting. “I did.”

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Hanging out.”

“Okay, but where’s the human who summoned you?”

“There isn’t one.” Jihoon sets the book down: The Alchemist. Definitely not hers. “I just came to see you.”

This causes her to pause. “Me.”

Jihoon shrugs. “Earth’s a little more interesting right now. Seokmin’s right. More fun when there’s less plague and more technology. The food’s a little weird, and art seems to have gone to shit, but—”

She chuckles as she drops her things by the door and sits on the couch next to him. “You can just say you missed me. How long are you staying?”

“Your whole life, actually.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Jihoon stretches his legs out for the coffee table. “Seokmin and I may have played some tricks. And I may be the coolest demon in existence this millennium.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had a holy water bath and didn’t die. Freaked the other demons out. Satan’s not punishing me for messing with the Antichrist. I’m yours for now.”

“You’re telling me that you’re going to stay with me for the rest of my life. How am I going to get married and have a family?”

“I thought me saying I was staying for the rest of your life was essentially me asking you to marry me.”

It feels as if those words smack her right in the face. The anxious person in her starts panicking at M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E. A few minutes of reeling her brain back from panic helps her see that Jihoon’s just offering what demons think is human commitment. 

“It sounds like you’re intending to be a nuisance,” she finally says.

“I also forgot to mention I’m not really a demon anymore.”

“I didn’t know that was something you could just give back.” The anxiety is fighting with excitement. Because Jihoon is saying all the right words. 

So, she gets up to make tea just to keep her hands busy. And so she doesn’t have to sit so close to Jihoon.

She’s been so used to knowing everything and being one step ahead. Now, that she really is just a human, she’s realizing that the unexpected is extremely uncomfortable.

Jihoon trails after her. “So, maybe I made some deals with the Devil to be here. But nothing that you need to be concerned about.”

She squints at him. “What exactly are you proposing?”

Jihoon rolls his eyes. “That I stay here. With you. Live your life with you.”

“I want children one day.”

Jihoon shrugs. “That can be arranged.”

“With a partner.”

He motions down his body. “I’ve arranged that already.”

“By assuming that I’d agree to this.”

Jihoon tips his head, his eyes flicking from cat-like and back again. “Do you not want this?”

She rests her hip against the counter, processing her feelings. “You’re telling me that you want to be my life partner. Are willing to have children. But have you considered that I’ll get old and age? You’re not going to leave me for naught?”

“If you gave me your soul in exchange for not getting old, that could be arranged.”

“Absolutely not. I’m human. And I intend to stay that way.”

This makes Jihoon smile. “And that’s why I’m staying. Because you’re human.”

“You hate humans.”

“I like you. And maybe Hansol. Your other friends are tolerable.”

She holds her hand up in the air between them.

“What?”

She nods her head at her hand.

Frowning, he lifts his hand to mirror her.

“Oh, you stupid—” She crosses the kitchen to press her palm against his, notices that he’s warm but not burning. “I can touch you.” Her fingers settle between the spaces between his. “Why can I touch you?”

“Are you not listening to me?” he chuckles. That would normally be annoying, but he now finds her incredibly endearing. It helps that she’s definitely not the Antichrist. “I told you I made deals with the devil.” Jihoon’s eyes don’t leave hers as he kisses the back of her hand. “So, what are you thinking, human?”

“That you still haven’t answered the question about what happens when I age.” She notices his confused expression. “Jihoon.” The use of his chosen human name causes him to warm even more; she can feel it in his hand. “As good-hearted as your intentions might be, and having grown up with a demon for a mother, I can’t grow attached to you knowing you’ll disappear when you realize I’m not what you want anymore.”

“I’ve been human before,” he whispers. Her eyes widen slightly at the admission. She doesn’t personally know any demons that were once human. Her mother says they exist, but most of the ones she’s met have been fallen angels.

Her mind is whirring at what that’s meant for the life he’s lived. And makes her want to analyze every decision he’s made in her presence.

But Jihoon doesn’t give her much time to process it. They have a lifetime together for her to learn that. “I know what the stakes are by offering you this.”

“And you still want to stay? I thought we were only in agreement that we please each other well.”

“And I enjoy your company. More than anyone else—human, demon, or angel—that I’ve met.”

“Even when I can’t please you physically anymore,” she states.

Jihoon studies her face, can picture the way it’ll age, has deliberated heavily about whether he can watch her die. “I have a feeling that you’ll find other ways to be entertaining.”

She scoffs in disbelief, charmed and also scared.

“I may also be aware of the fact that Seokmin is intending to stick around for your lifetime. Your friends’ as well. I won’t be lonely.”

“He knows you’re staying.”

“He knew I was considering it. He told me that I’m the only one who can make the decision. And that you’d have to accept me anyway for it to be real.”

“Couples fight.”

“We’ve butt heads quite a lot in the time we’ve known each other.”

“I’m pretty physically intimate.”

“Good. I like that.” 

She wonders what else she could say that would make Jihoon re-evaluate. “I’m really insecure.”

Jihoon’s eyes flicker. “I can deal with that.”

“You’ll be expected to come to Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s wedding then.”

The corners of his mouth downturn slightly, but he agrees to that too.

Before leaning into him, as he seems to desperately want her to do, she says, “As soon as you even think about double crossing me, or mess with my mind even slightly, you’re gone, okay?” She elaborates further. “I need to trust that you’re with me, because you like me. Not because I can be manipulated because I’m human and touch you well.”

Jihoon chuckles and nods. “Got it, human.” He doesn’t tell her that as soon as she tells him to leave, his contract is over, and he’s gone. Maybe one day, but not right now.

“Now, will you please kiss me and stop worrying about a future that’s still so far away?”

“In your lifetime, it’s nothing,” she reminds him.

Jihoon shrugs. “Sure, but for you, it’s long.”

She rolls her eyes. He’s the one who closes the distance between them, one hand slipping under her shirt to rest on the skin of her hip. It’s a pleasant warmth.

“I’m happy for you to stay,” she says as his lips brush hers. “Even if I didn’t summon you this time.”

Jihoon laughs, pecking her lips again and again. “It would actually be a more difficult existence for both of us if you had.”

There’re fluttering nerves in her stomach that some of his words have calmed but not all. And he’s unlikely able to soothe every fear she has about this, but she asks anyway. “Is it okay if we go slow?”

“What do you mean?”

His thumb rubbing back and forth on her hip is distracting. She rests a hand over his to stop him. “Slow. To get used to this. I brought you here with different intentions. I fell for you by accident. Everything that’s happened afterwards is not something I’ve had time to process.” Her gaze glances at him and then away. “Is that okay?”

Jihoon hums, not used to her bashfulness. “Hey.”

She meets his gaze.

“I get to be human for a little while because of you. Whatever you want.”

“Really?”

Jihoon nods. “I’m a reasonable demon, as you know.”

“You were a pain in my ass when I summoned you.”

“I can be a reasonable pain in the ass.”

She sighs. “Okay.” She pulls him closer. “I’m in.”

hello!!! another story down.

this story is very conflicting for me. i was so excited about it when i was writing it and editing it. and then while i was posting it, something about it wasn't speaking to me anymore.

don't get me wrong. i love how this story turned out. but i wrote the first draft of this, i think, almost two years ago now. i'm a different person, a different writer, and a different reader too.

so, i think my unattachment to it is because it doesn't fully represent me as a writer anymore.

but for everyone who's read this/will read this, i hope you enjoyed it! i hope you're around when i return, because i will be going on a proper hiatus probably until the summer next year. need to write more stories (some original projects & some fanfic). i'll pop back in and out when i feel like it, but for now, this is farewell!!

if you wanna follow my creative journey (not just my woozi fanfics), i'm an-artthief on Tumblr too. posting some updates on a few original works i'm working on and reblogging some art and things that i enjoy. :)

happy holidays everyone! and if i don't post again before the end of the year, happy 2024 too! xx

#woozi #lee jihoon #woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #woozi fic #lee jihoon scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen #svt

[cats-and-fiction]

Demise and Ascension

Human Quaritch x Human Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (You are here)

Author note: This is the last part with human Quaritch for this fic. I plan to continue it with Avatar Quaritch. I also plan another fic with Human Quaritch, if you want to get tagged in that too let me know.

To your dismay you haven_t had any chance to talk to Quaritch since yesterday wanting to know what exactly he had meant with it ending soon. Where they leaving Pandora? Where they planning something far more nefarious? The way he had said it you knew it must be the latter one, knowing how greeting humanity tends to be they probably couldn't wait for getting their hands full of this stupid ore they found here.

Walking along the corridors and past the various people that lived here to had your head in thoughts not noticing how a certain someone was trailing you. Coming closer with every step until he was right besides you. "L/N, how are we doing on this day?", he sounded chipper and cheery than usual. Your shoulder shook at the surprise of his sudden appearance you stopped to look at him. "I'm fine...I mean I'm not fine I wanted to ask you something?", your voice sounded questioning at first before you remembered that you were actually looking for him. He raised an eyebrow at you as he watched you carefully.

"What does the RDA want to do? Want did yo mean with all it to end soon? Nobody tells me anything when I ask.", Quaritch watched you for a few seconds more, contemplating something in his head. He looked troubled, it was deeply hidden within but you noticed it in the tiniest facial features of his. His brows furrowed, lip corners slightly turned downwards as he pressed them together.

With every second passing you got more and more frustrated and angry. "Fucking hell, just tell me already. I see that's somethings up", your voice got louder than usual and angrily you punched him into his chest but he barely noticed it. It was probably not enough force to rip a piece of paper. Quaritch sighed in the end and grabbed you by your arm and pulled you through one of the doors behind you which was usually used as some sort of meeting room. Empty and vacant without a use.

You had noticed that something was up as more business was happening. The soldiers looked happy. Excited. Something was about to happen and the change of air had happened right after you had left the cafeteria yesterday.

"The RDA decided to attack the Omatikaya.", he plainly said. "Burning down their tree to get whats under there.", at his words your eyes widened. Ripping your arm away from his grip that had still lingered on you. Quaritch sounded like he had no emotion regarding this. It wasn't troubling him. He didn't try to to do anything to stop it. He was here to do a job even if that including killing people who just protected their home from others who took what wasn't even theirs. And you had been the one to make sure that the stealing was at least humane. Fair. But nothing was fair about this. Your breath stopped as you stared at him in disbelief. You had been send here just as a useless bandaid for peoples consciousness so they could tell each other they make sure it's okay. Somebody is there to monitor that everything if going fair while in reality they didn't give a shit.

"Thats not true.", in disbelief you shook your head while you spoke the opposite of what you knew. You knew they would do this. Quaritch stood in front of you, right in front of the door as his face showed no emotions. Not even that stupid grin of his. "You should go to your room, L/N", he took a step closer and you took one away from him. Your mind was racing with things you could do to stop it. Grace needed to know about this, maybe she could do something. "I need to tell Grace. We need to let the Omatikaya know what is happening", you said fiercely and tried to step past him to get out of the room which walls seemed to close in on you.

"Oh no your not"., Quaritch grabbed you but you shook your arm to get out of his grip. Clawing at his hand to get him to let go he closed his arms around your body to keep you still. His mouth near your ear, speaking to you. "Somebody is already there to let them know and have them evacuated you don't need to worry your head, little troublemaker. Understood? You will go to your room and stay there until I get back to you", his voice wavered as he tried to keep you still as you still fought against his grip. "Let go of me!", you screamed but to no avail. Quaritch instead pulled you away from the door and things moved too fast for your as in the next moment the door closed and you hit the door with your fists. "Miles please. You know they won't leave and this is wrong.", pleading with him knowing that he probably won't do anything. Why would he? You two looked at each other through the little window in the door. A small smile creeping on his lips.

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#miles quaritch imagine #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch avatar #quaritch x reader #avatar quaritch

[amatchinwater]

Pairing: Stisaac

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Jackson Whittemore

Warnings: Canon typical violence, blood and injury, hurt Stiles, Stiles accepts the bite to save his life, near death experience, broken bone

Words: 2055

Prompt: BTHB square Setting a Broken Bone

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Before Chris took Allison away to France after forming a truce with the Hale pack, she taught Stiles everything she could about archery. The once fragile human now fills out his clothes, got stronger, and damn good with a bow. So whenever the pack decides they want fresh venison for dinner, he joins them.

It was as close to running with wolves as Stiles could get as a human. Adding what Allison taught him with Derek teaching him how to track, Stiles became an amazing hunter. In the traditional sense. Just as good as the supernatural creatures he surrounds himself with. Minus the extra teeth, glowing eyes, and enhanced senses. 

Alli and Derek got him close enough while still clinging to his humanity. It’s not that Stiles doesn’t want the bite. You can blame his stubborn nature, but he’s determined to prove that he can survive just fine as is. And while he’s done a great job so far, Stiles has made it clear to Derek that should it come to life or death, give him the bite no questions asked. 

He’s stubborn, not stupid. 

Stiles even annoyed Deaton into showing him what it means to be a pack’s emissary. It was important to Stiles that Derek had someone he trusted to look out for the well being and safety of his pack. And that couldn’t be Deaton because deep down, whether Derek will admit it or not, he never fully forgave the man for not warning his mother about Kate. Stiles promised to be better. 

And so far, he has been. 

“Wanna tell me what you’re thinking about?” Isaac asks, catching Stiles staring at his feet while they walk through the preserve in the early evening.

One guess what the pack wanted for dinner tonight.

“Just wondering if the deer can hear my stomach grumbling and that’s why we haven’t seen any.” Stiles grins at the wolf, “if we don’t find one soon, I might be eating wolf tonight.”

It was supposed to be a joke. But the look Isaac gives him makes Stiles’ cheeks burn. “So you think I look tasty?” His words, no matter how cheesy, spread the heat down to Stiles’ chest. He trips over a root trying to respond about how he meant Jackson or Boyd. Isaac chuckles, “Not as smooth as you thought you were?” 

No, Isaac. Because you’ve been Stiles’ crush ever since he laid eyes on you. 

“Shut up,” Stiles scoffs, choosing his next step more carefully. He’s a hunter for god’s sake, Stiles has been trained out of his clumsiness. 

“Aww, did I hit a soft spot, Pretty Boy?” Isaac practically whispers in Stiles’ ear. 

When the fuck did he get that close? 

Chills run down Stiles’ spine from the wolf’s words and proximity. That was a lot to digest in thirty seconds. Much more than Stiles can handle while trying to hunt deer. Rather than give Isaac the satisfaction, Stiles focuses on the task at hand. 

Another few moments of silence and they spot a doe eating in front of a large tree. Stiles crouches behind a bush, Isaac beside him, and removes an arrow from his quiver. He takes a steady breath before knocking it. 

“Hit her in the heart, I’ll take care of the rest?” Isaac whispers so as not to spook her. 

Stiles nods. It’s their method and has always worked for them. They work. Derek knows it; it’s why they’re always paired together on hunts. You just won’t catch Stiles saying some embarrassing shit like that out loud. He’s impulsive, yes, but his brain cells still work. Isaac will never see them as anything more than pack and Stiles has to live with that. 

Stiles takes a breath in time with the draw of his bowstring. Holding it, he aims for the heart. He won’t miss, Allison made sure of that. On the exhale, Stiles looses the arrow. But before it can hit its mark, the doe takes off, a set of glowing blue eyes bound towards them instead. 

There’s no chance of a reaction, of trying to defend himself or see if Isaac can jump in between. The only option is to brace for impact. If blood wasn’t rushing through his ears, Stiles probably would have heard the snarl before being body slammed into the ground. It’s a quick blur, but the wolf resembles what Peter looked like when he could fully shift, just a little smaller. 

Isaac’s roar as the omega runs away barely makes it through Stiles’ ears. He doesn’t even get to register the pain in his side from the landing. Or the dirt he had to spit out. He’s already spun and crouched, bow at the ready for the wolf to make its next move. 

“Talk to me, Is,” Stiles’ eyes dart around the tree line the sun has mostly fallen behind. He can’t see shit. “Where is it?” 

“I don’t know,” Isaac hisses, golden eyes struggling to locate their attacker. “I can’t even smell it.”

That’s not good.

A twig snaps to his right, Stiles trains his bow immediately. Not realizing it’s a trap until Isaac yells, “Stiles!” that it was just a diversion. 

Stiles turns only halfway before the beast lunges from the shadows. Its teeth clamp around Stiles’ forearm, the bow falling to the darkening forest floor. At first, he doesn’t feel much other than the trail of blood sliding down his arm. Too much shock, adrenaline, or both coursing through his veins. Then the wolf thrashes. Flinging Stiles’ around by his limb like a dog with a chew toy. 

Skin shreds and something definitely cracks and Stiles feels it then, letting out a blood curdling scream. White hot fire shooting up his arms, causing a ringing in his ear. It hurts to fucking bad, but he can’t get free. 

“Derek!” Isaac howls. His claws sink into the wolf’s sides while Stiles tries to get his arm free without doing more damage. 

He’s already lost feeling in his fingers. 

Using the last shreds of strength he can muster, Stiles drives his free elbow down on the wolf’s head repeatedly until it finally lets go. He grabs his bloody arm, holding it to his chest, stumbling to the ground. 

Stiles can feel the bone sticking out of his skin. If he looks, he’ll pass out. Adrenaline sure is something, he’s in pain that’s for sure, but at least he stopped screaming. The blood loss is already making his vision swim, he needs to stay conscious. Not that it would really matter if he ends up dying. Seeing death coming and being powerless to stop it would be almost as insulting as watching that thing kill Isaac. 

The sun is well behind the trees now, all he can make out are two blurry shapes bouncing around. Stiles is fucking cold. He should really assess the damage. See if he can fix it while Isaac fights. But that just seems too hard and the grass is comfortable. It’d be totally okay if he closed his eyes right now. 

“It’s okay, Stiles,” Isaas says, sounding so far away, but the dull drag of pain being taken washes over him with the wolf’s words. It’s almost like he’s speaking underwater. He half feels Isaac lift his head into his lap. But those golden eyes, those are in sharp focus. “It’s gone, okay? You’re going to be just fine. But you have to keep your eyes open. Can you do that for me, Pretty Boy? Huh? Let me see those eyes.”

“What happened?” What sounds like Jackson’s frantic voice asks.

Stiles can’t be sure. He’s well past loopy, looking up at Isaac, slurring, “why you ‘lways call m’ pretty boy?” 

Someone kneels beside him, lifting his shredded arm.

Isaac chokes on his laugh, “because you are my pretty boy, Stiles.”

“Because he loves you, moron.”

Yeah. Definitely Jackson. 

Stiles makes a noise that was supposed to be a chuckle, but it just comes out more like an amused grunt. “I love you too, Isaac,” Stiles grins, full and dopey.

“Isaac,” Derek snaps with no heat. Purely to get his attention rather than scold. “I need you to hold him still. I have to reset the bone. The bite will save his life, but it won’t fix that.”

“But it cured Eri-”

“It will mend it together, yes.” Derek bites off a growl, “but it won’t put the bone back in his body. 

Why does Derek sound so angry? Stiles is over here on cloud nine. He can’t feel a thing, which in hindsight should be a bad thing. But Isaac has feelings for him. That’s all he cares about. Although Stiles admittedly is very tired. If only he could rest his eyes, just for a moment. Then he could get his bearings and work shit out. Just a few seconds, it’ll be okay, really.

“Shit,” Derek curses, “he’s slipping. Isaac, hold him.”

He only needs a moment, Derek, it’s fine.

Crack.

It’s startlingly silent for all of half a second before Stiles screams. Loud, long, and high. That hurt just as much as the actual breaking of his arm. He wails, trying to lurch into a sitting position, but Isaac’s hold is true. Both he and Jackson are quick to take his pain. Stiles’ skin is clammy. He’s hot and cold all at the same time. Wide awake from the shock of it all and ready to pass out. 

And when Derek’s teeth sink into his flesh, he does.

—

Stiles wakes with a start the next morning in Isaac’s room. What the hell is he doing in the wolf’s room? 

“He’s awake,” Derek says. 

But when Stiles looks around the room, the Alpha is nowhere to be seen. The only person is Isaac sleeping soundly in a chair beside his bed. So then how was he able to hear Derek? What did Stiles miss?

“Isaac?” He says, the wolf grunting softly in response. “Isaac,” Stiles repeats, more firmly.

The Beta jolts awake, inhaling sharply before his blue eyes land on Stiles. “You’re awake,” Isaac beams, reaching over to hold his hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine?” Stiles says, confused as to why he wouldn’t be. He can’t really remember much from the night before other than him and the wolf walking through the preserve together for dinner. “Why am I in your bed?”

“You-” Isaac shakes his head, curls flopping over his eyes, “you don’t remember?” Stiles shakes his head no. “We were attacked last night. You got hurt, you were-” the wolf takes a shaky breath, “you were dying. Derek saved our life.”

Memories flash in the back of Stiles’ mind. The rogue werewolf, the way he screamed when it bit his arm. All of the blood he lost. Derek snapping his bone back in place. The bite. And Isaac. Admitting that he loves him through Jackson’s snark. He’s a werewolf now. 

“You love me.” It comes out as more of an accusation than Stiles intended. 

Isaac ducks his head for a second, hiding the smile curling the corner of his mouth, “I do. Have for a long time, Pretty Boy. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” the other wolf whines in the back of his throat.

Not even remotely wanting to hear an apology or that whine again, Stiles uses his newfound werewolf strength and drags the Beta into bed with him. “That thing came out of nowhere, Is,” the wolf says, Isaac curling around his body. “I don’t expect you to be sorry for that. Not with how fast it moved. Besides,” Stiles adjusts himself so he can hold the other wolf, “you did your best and stuck by me the whole time. I have nothing to be mad about just as much as you have nothing to be sorry for.” 

“You still got hurt,” Isaac retorts, squeezing tighter. “And turned into a werewolf because of it.”

“Meh, it was bound to happen eventually,” Stiles reasons. “All I care about is that we’re both safe now. And that I love you too.” 

Isaac looks up at him with a soft smile, “so that wasn’t just the blood loss talking?”

“You tell me,” Stiles grins, leaning down to seal their mouths together, adoring the way that Isaac melts into the kiss. 

It definitely wasn’t the blood loss.

#teen wolf #stisaac #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #stiles x isaac #isaac x stiles #bad things happen bingo #Match Writes

[ilguna]

☼ hear my song (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; you want the first man that falls victim to your song, not knowing that he would end up being thrown overboard by his own crew.

warnings; swearing, death mention, the urge to eat humans.

wc; 2k

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“We’re going to have to move.” Atlas tells you. You’ve known her since you were a baby, the two of you were raised together. She’s less of a best friend, and more of a sister. She’s laying on her stomach on the smooth rock beside you, the end of her tail barely reaching the water, “They don’t come by anymore.”

There’s clear, blue skies as far as your eyes can see. There’s not a single hint of a storm coming your way, the waves are calm, trying to reach you from below. The sun is hot, but you don’t burn.

“I wonder who’s fault that is.” You say, looking past her, to the other cluster of rocks twenty feet away. It holds the other group of girls you grew up with, except you never attached to them the same way you did with Atlas. “If they knew self control, the ships wouldn’t be wary about coming this way.”

The last time you saw a ship was a couple months ago, which is a long time to go without seeing anyone, especially since there used to be so many that would pass in the span of two weeks. You thought you wouldn’t have to move again for a few years, you were so excited to stop searching for good places to stay.

And you tried to be careful and vigilant when it came to them attacking the ships. They couldn’t do it too often, otherwise they’d catch on and stop coming this way. They promised they were picking and choosing because they hated the idea of moving just as much as you did.

It’s clear they couldn’t control themselves. How could they? They’ve never seen so much fresh meat in their entire lives, and it was right at their fingertips. It turned from indulging every now and then, to gorging themselves each time a ship passed just because they could. And now you’re fucked.

You’d give them a piece of your mind, except it’s all wasted words. They don’t care to listen to you, and you’ve already decided that when you do relocate, they’re not coming with.

“It was bound to happen.” She twists her red hair around her finger, creating a knot because it’s wet.

You cross your arms, “Yes, but we’d have a few more months, at least.” You sigh, “I’ve been trying to scout new places, and it’s going to be impossible to find as nice of a spot as right here, unless we get closer to land.”

“Too risky.” She murmurs, “We’ll be spotted.”

“I know, that’s why I”ve been putting it off. We’re going to have to, eventually.” You look down at her, “I’m not going with them again.”

“Safety in numbers, (Y/n). If we split, we have a bigger chance of getting caught by the spits. It’s easier to grin and bear.” She picks at her teeth, “And we promised to stay together.”

“I don’t think we’ll get caught easier. We’re faster than they are.”

“Unless they use their nets.” She meets your eyes. “We could always go back home.”

“That’s not happening.” You close your eyes, shaking your head. 

Just picturing home gives you a headache. If your mom even knew how bad your perfect opportunities were going, she’d never leave you alone about it. Everyone would hear that you couldn’t pull together a group of girls to survive. And then she’d go on to tell you how she did it when she was your age, so you should be able to, too.

And the land that they stay on is crowded. You’re always worried that five is too many to have here, but there’s over twenty where they’re staying. They have a list of which family gets the next boat to make sure that everyone gets a turn. Here, you’re struggling to impose the same concept. Solely because they think that it should be fair game. 

You’re not home anymore, so the rules shouldn’t apply. 

Well, that’s what you thought too at first, but it’s gotten old since.

“It’s an option.”

“For you, it may be. For me, it’s a last resort.” You open your eyes, staring out at the ocean. You sit upright, leaning forward, squinting to get a better look. You can see something bobbing from left to right, riding the ocean. Your face smooths, “That ship is mine!”

The girls on the neighboring rock hush, their attention turning to the water to find what you saw so easily. It’s quite a large ship, which is unusual. The big ones don’t come by anymore, because the sailors are experienced, they know better than to come this way.

It’s the new sailors that you’ve been feasting on, entire ships of men blindly throw themselves over the side. The five of you will pick the ones you want, drowning them, and then eating their bodies over a period of time. It’s become a routine now.

“There’s got to be twenty on there.” One of the girls says.

“We’re not taking all of them!” You snap at her, “Just enough. The bodies will rot and go to waste.”

“That doesn’t bother us.” Another one says, raising her eyebrows.

“I said no.” You hiss, “It’s not happening.”

She rolls her eyes, turning her body away from you and Atlas. They might be disobedient, but they know not to challenge you when you’re sitting right here. You could kill all three of them, and send their bodies floating back to their parents. The only reason why you haven’t yet, is because you’re not ready to give home up just yet.

None of you move from the rocks, watching for hours as the ship slowly comes closer. It’s not windy as it normally is, so they’re relying on the waves to bring them in this direction. They’ve started to come in at an angle, now, the ship almost parallel to the island where you live.

“What are they doing?” Atlas asks, moving to sit, “They don’t get this close. Do you think they’ll attack?”

“They’ll lose, no matter how many are on that ship. Five voices is enough to kill them at once.” Your face is twisted.

You won’t even have to project your voice over the water. At this distance, you’ll just have to be loud. You can see why she’s getting antsy, though. You would be too, if you thought you were in danger.

You suck in a breath, starting the fire note, “Upon one summer’s morning, I carefully did stray. Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay.”

You can see a few of the sailors come to the side of the boat. Quickly, it jerks so it’s turned so that you can see the full side. They look over the railing, staring between you and Atlas, and the other cluster of rocks. There’s six of them.

They back off, disappearing.

“What if they shoot us?” Atlas whispers, “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

You ignore her, “Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seemed to be in pain. Saying WIlliam, when you go, I fear you will never return again.”

“(Y/n), please, I have a bad feeling.” She grabs your arm.

“My heart is pieced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.” You sing.

They appear again, weaponless at the railing.

“His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal. My happiness attend him wherever he may go, from Tower Hill to Blackwall, I’ll wander, weep and moan.”

They must bend over, disappearing underneath.

“The cannons.” Atlas is scooting backward.

“All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home.” You grab onto her wrist to keep her from fleeing.

“Why aren’t they coming over the side?” She asks, pulling at her wrist, “Please.”

“My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.”

They shoot upright, hauling something over the side. A writhing figure, trying desperately to stay with them. They give him one last shove, before letting him go completely. You watch the man’s shirt whip at his skin, and for a moment, he looks perfect, until he hits the water.

It consumes him, he disappears completely.

“(Y/n)!” One of the girls shouts, “Don’t—!”

“Get them.” You order, letting go of Atlas, “It’s a mutiny.”

In the matter of seconds, your ears are filled with the same song you were singing, picking off where you left. You dive into the water, weaving through the water, feeling it caress your skin, letting you push deeper. You head straight for the man that’s been thrown in. 

It doesn’t take long for you to find him, stirring up bubbles around him, wiggling to get out of the ropes that bind his hands and legs together. And in his mouth, there’s a blue cloth tied between his teeth, further hindering his focus to get out. He’s sinking at a steady rate, it seems they put a cannon ball in a net, and then attached it to his feet.

You catch up with him, ripping through the rope that connects to the net with your nail. The man begins to fight, now, trying to kick you with his bound feet, face turning a bright shade of red. It’d be easy to let him go and drown, especially when he’s being so uncooperative and not appreciative of you beginning to save him in the slightest. If it weren’t for the fact that you like to catch your food. 

This is plain pitiful.

“Let’s go.” You say, grabbing the rope that binds his hands, starting to swim to the surface. 

You can hear their song from below the surface, reaching its end. When you look behind you, curious to see if it’s working, you can see several bodies plunge into the water, hands over their ears, squirming to get their ears to stop bleeding.

You pull the sailor above the water, ripping the cloth that’s clamped between his teeth. He doesn’t move, doesn’t open his eyes. His hair is stuck to his forehead, and his clothes are dragging him down.

“Is he alive?” Atlas asks, “Are you going to keep him alive?”

“I don’t see why not.” You reach over, squeezing his cheeks together, no response.

You begin to hum a melody, holding his head above water so that he has to listen to it. It doesn’t work for the first few notes, but his face suddenly twists, scrunching in pain. His eyes fly open, and he jerks to twist himself away from you.

You don’t let him, holding onto him tightly while you continue to pull him to shore. His eyes are sea-green, like the color of the moss that grows on rock back home. He swings his head to one side to get his blonde hair out of his face. When he scrunches his face, blinking the saltwater out of his eyes, dimples appear.

“Well, aren’t you a handsome sailor.” You muse, “Caught myself a good one.”

“Captain.” He snaps to correct you, “And you didn’t catch anything.”

“Well, Captain.” You purr the word, “You owe me your life now, don’t you?”

“No.” He throws his body back, trying to kick you. You grab his feet instead, dragging him through the water that way for a minute to teach him a lesson. His head is mostly underwater, not allowing him to breathe.

When you decide it’s enough, he comes back up sputtering, flinging water everywhere to get it off of his face. “You want to know why you owe me your life?” You ask, wiping the water from his eyes, turning him to face the boat, where the bodies of his crew have begun to resurface “I just did you a favor.”

#ilguna #finnick odair #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair oneshot #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x yn #finnick odair x y/n #finnick imagine #finnick onesot #finnick fanfic #finnick x reader #finnick x you #finnick x yn #finnick x y/n #thg #the hunger games #fluff #requested

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Tumblr #21

MC: My best friend just called me to ask what color he should wear to prom and I was like “umm?? Idk??” And he goes “well we have to match, so like what color is ur outfit?” But he never asked me to go so I was kinda confused so I told him “hey, yeah since when are we going to prom??” And the line goes silent for a bit and he very quietly whispers “shit I forgot to ask you.”

•

Leviathan: If you think about it the whole process of singing the birthday song and cutting the cake is extremely satanic

Leviathan: No but seriously imagine it this way

A small gathering of people huddle around an object on fire, chanting ritualistically a repetitive song in unison until the fire is blown out and a knife is stabbed into the object

Solomon: You must be fun at parties

•

Mammon: Do you ever eat something and think “man I don’t even want this”

But then you just keep eating it

•

Raphael: Are you living or are you just jumping around from one obsession to the other to run away from yourself

Belphegor: What are you the coping mechanism police or something

•

Asmodeus: One time my brother was being stupid so I said

“Well you can’t spell stupid without u”

And he got really angry and shouted

“WELL THERE’S AN ‘I’ IN STUPID TOO”

And I just stared at him for a rly long time

•

Diavolo: How do we even decide what our favorite colors are, are our brains just like “I like green because yeah”

•

Luke: “Oh you sing? Are you a good singer? SING SOMETHING FOR ME RIGHT NOW!”

Leviathan: “Do you draw? You do? DRAW ME”

Like no

Simeon: “You write? MAKE ME A CHARACTER IN YOUR STORY”

Asmodeus: “You act? CRY FOR ME RIGHT NOW”

Satan: “You speak that language!? Say something in it!”

Belphegor: “You murder? KILL ME RIGHT NOW!”

Lucifer: The last one seems more doable

•

Satan: So, today a girl in my class asked what the word procrastination mean and I said ‘can I explain that later?’ And my teacher laughed for like five minutes and when he stopped the girl whispered ‘I don’t get it’

•

Solomon: Someday in the distant future humans will once again be capable of hearing the phrase “what is love” without also feeling the primal urge to respond “baby don’t hurt me”

Asmodeus: So at that point, people will say “baby don’t hurt me” …no more?

Diavolo: Beautiful set up, perfect follow-through. Great teamwork everybody

•

Satan: MY BROTHER TOLD ME HE WOULD BUY ME GRAPES BUT HE LIED TO ME AND BOUGHT CHERRIES AND I HATE CHERRIES SO I POURED SOME OF THEM DOWN THE ICE DISPENSER SO WHEN HE GOES TO GET THE ICE THE FRIDGE WILL LIE TO HIM AND GIVE HIM CHERRIES INSTEAD LIKE HE DID TO ME

Satan: GUESS WHO FINALLY HAS GRAPES

•

Mammon: So on the bus this morning we stop at a red light and this lady gets off then goes about a half block down and then we saw her freeze and run after the bus

SHE FORGOT HER ENTIRE BABY ON THE BUS

Mephistopheles: I love the use of the word entire as in she could’ve just left the leg of the baby but no she left the entire baby

•

Belphegor: Have you ever finished a test in 30 minutes and no one else was even close to being done

I’m either really smart or I fucked up entirely

Thirteen: Nailed it or failed it

•

MC: There are rowdy troublemakers in the alley behind my apartment I’m gonna open my window and scream at them

MC: I screamed at them

I didn’t scream any specific words I just kinda screeched and it got silent but then I heard one of them say ‘what the hell was that, fucking Satan?’ and I just screamed again and let me tell you this is a good way to get rid of people

Satan: Well done

#obey me shall we date #obey me as tumblr #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #funny obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me barbatos #obey me beelzebub #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen

[lovethistoomuch]

10 characters 10 fandoms

I was tagged by @birdkeeperklink thank you so much! I really had to think on these since, as per my url you can guess there are a lot. (sorry for the late reply. I got no excuse, really, except life continued to happen around me and deciding who to pick was really hard.)

in no particular order (though Loki is Number 1, I'm sorry everyone else), here we go:

1. Loki Odinson from MARVEL

I just love him so much I've written a 78K fix-it fantasy novel (not finished) to give him the happy ending he deserves. there is no other character I identify with harder than this one: a younger sibling full of rage, always feeling overshadowed by the older one, just wanting to prove their own worth and show the world that they are capable (i got over this a lot in recent years but my love for him still remains.)

Tom just plays him so perfectly and I am so heartbroken that the writers at MARVEL did not know what to do with him, so they killed him off (the Loki show doesn't count because that's not him okay.) he's always having a good time, he's snarky and clever and desperately needs a hug. how can you not love him?

2. Mr. Spock and Leonard (Bones) McCoy from Star Trek TOS

Yes, they are two people but I just couldn't choose between them!

The grumpy surgeon with a heart of gold an the emotionally suppressed but deeply loving vulcan live in my heart rent free ever since I was a child. Spock was my first crush ever and his complicated relationship with McCoy has always fascinated me. they are two incredibly complicated people and there isn't enough space here to describe why. writing them is just as much fun as watching them and I actually own the autographs of both Leonard and De.

3. James Wilson from House M.D.

he's a man of many contradictions: he is kind but also House's best friend, he loves people dearly but can also tell them to fuck off. he is confident and funny and he helps people without being a pushover. he loves all of his his wives but cheats at least once. he is a walking mystery which makes him a great friend for House and a nightmare to write. I just love him! also, that smile!

4. Castiel from Supernatural

Cas is the character, truly! he can go from nerdy to badass in the blink of an eye. a cosmic being that plays dress up just to make one human smile, who should be nothing but an ant to him. he fiercely protects the people he loves and always tries to do the right thing. the character that inserted himself into the story against the writer's will and changed the narrative for ever. when he came on the show, I hated his guts. and look at me now...

5. Zuko from Avatar the last Aribender

you simply cannot talk about redemption arcs without mentioning Zuko at some point. an exceptional character amongst a cast of exceptional characters. I once joked that 90% of his lines were just him screaming but that poor boy has so much rage inside him, and with all that trauma, can you really blame him? he is the epitome of character growth and a fascinating example of how the villain can become a hero without taking any shortcuts.

6. Stephen Maturin from the Aubrey-Maturin series

if you read the books, you'll know why. this fucking lunatic is so oblivious to his own eccentricities that you just have to love him. nobody does it quite like him to be honest. no, Stephen, people will not think you're eccentric because you practice sword fighting on deck, however they might think that because you let loose 1000 bees on the ship and run around naked. he has no sense for proper etiquette and i love him so much for it. also, he get's on a ship without being able to swim and performs open brain surgery on deck. he is incredibly skilled and the best damn doctor in the entire fleet. also, his dynamic with his best friend/captain is one of the best friendships I've ever seen/read.

7. Scrooge McDuck

this might be an unusual choice but i grew up reading comics and at one point in my life i figured out that all of my favourite stories were writen and drawn by the legendary Don Rosa, who in his book "the life and times of Scrooge McDuck" created one of the most fascinating and fun to watch characters i've ever seen. starting from humble beginnings and rising to the top through his percevierence, fearlessness and ingenuity, inevitably losing everything he loved and ending up alone, only to be found by his family again, his story is one of my absolute favourites in literature. i know that due the never ending nature of comic books, he can never truly get his happy ending but I really wished he could.

8. Keeley Jones from Ted Lasso

I don't think I've ever seen a woman like her in any media to be honest. she is so clearly feminine and embodies all the traits of a woman that would normally be depicted as bitchy, toxic and self obsessed but she is just none of those things. she is a girly woman who loves pink and cries and she is just so human and lovely and i love her so much for it! her friendship with Rebecca is also so amazing and feels very real and true to what friendships between woman are actually like. I just love her as a beacon of healthy femininity and can only hope that there will be more characters like her in the future!

9. Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium

the voice, the looks, the everything! the moment I met him I knew I wanted him to be my best friend for ever! his deadpan delivery combined with his dorkyness and his shere competence had me on the floor on multiple occasions. I have not finished the game yet but I have never had a companion this incredible in any video game ever! I could listen to him read the phone book for hours. when he went "daba doop doop dead" I died. also him jumping in when I fail a check has to be the most badass thing ever. I love you, Kim. please be proud of me. (also, I know he probably has a darker side to him that I am not seeing right now because I am always choosing the nice options but hey, the best characters are the complicated ones.)

10. Cole Turner from Charmed

this show was so much better when he was in it! the half demon who crosses over to the good side without ever really changing his ways. he burns someone alive and laughs about it, drags a detective to hell and doesn't give a shit about civilians. even when he is completely human his solution to assholes is to punch them in the face. he loves power and controling others and looking good while doing it. I know him beind "good" was a whole thing on the show but to me the most fun about him was that he continued being evil but was now using his powers to help the good guys. show me another character that got redeemed into the hero team without losing his evil edge. Cole was just so much fun to watch but unfortunately his character got totally buthcered by bad writing.

No pressure of doing this but tagging:

@catzy88, @uponxhorhaus, @accrov

#tag game #favourite characters #wow this got long #whoops #long post #about me #i guess

[thegeminisage]

star trek update time. last night we did the maquis parts 1 & 2 because i simply did not want to deal w tng.

the maquis (ds9)

standout moment for me in this entire two-parter was sisko's speech. ESPECIALLY good that in a fit of frustration he delivers it to kira and kira alone, whomst he maybe did shout a little bit at earlier because tensions were so high, and then he has the grace to look embarrassed and say he's glad someone understands. like it was the EXACT same thing she was yelling about earlier and he didn't take her as seriously as he might have, like, not in a delegitimizing way, but in a way that says he hasn't experienced that kind of helpless frustration for himself. and then he got to experience just the tiniest slice of what kira has and he Got It. you know?

ALSO SOOO TRUE THE PROBLEM IS EARTH!!!! it's easy to be a saint when you live in utopia. quark had a similar speech earlier in this series about how humans are friendly and wonderful when they have full bellies and working holosuites and they turn vicious without them. ds9 knows whats up

it's tempting to blame all this on picard but while picard did NOT act with honor the true villain is the nameless faceless politician that decided this would be a good boundary to draw and absolutely no one would have any problems with it. it's weird to me, in the age of constantly calling our government officials to make sure they don't cancel healthcare or tell them to stop bombing people, that no one would try to get to the bottom of this and figure out which person they're supposed to call to tell them it was a dumb idea and demand they change it. like, the border is drawn like this, it's an immutable fact of life and it's not gonna change. it feels so weird

anyway, kira was GREAT in this episode. she has so much to be angry about and so much she wants to give to make sure nobody has to suffer what she did. like she's so passionate about it and it comes from a place of love or at least compassion and it's such a nice detail. that she's so angry all the time because of love. man. she's so great

i recognized one of the maquis guys from tng i think! well, i'm bad with faces but it was at least one of the same costumes. i'm so sorry dude rip

one of the maquis guys has a passing resemblance to barclay. really jumpscared me

should have known hudson was a villain bc he asked inappropriate questions about dax. however, it was funny that sisko laughed off the idea of them sleeping together when they fucked twins or whatever

i liked the jennifer mention :( im sad sisko and cal couldn't make up...he tried until the very end

what i love about the ethical debate is that theyre both right. the maquis are right because the new border IS shit. it IS unfair and they DID get abandoned to the tender mercies of the cardassians, who are sure as shit not gonna let them stay there unbothered (that tng episode painting this as a happy ending...AS IF). like, they have every right to defend themselves since no one else is gonna do it

but sisko is ALSO RIGHT because escalating the conflict into full-blown warfare is gonna get even MORE people killed and make things even MORE miserable for the colonies affected, who have already been through more than enough. the colonists can make life harder for the cardassians, just like the bajorans did, but they can't actually win a war, they can only drive themselves into the ground doing it. at BEST they will make some nameless faceless border-drawer think twice the next time they draw a border

like, that's why i'm so shocked nobody suggested calling the politicians to making them redraw it. it's the only third option?!?!

quark and the vulcan was so funny. shoot your shot, buddy, even though you lost the love of your life two episodes ago. i was a little insulted he managed to out-logic her, but also reluctantly impressed. quark is always entertaining, i just wish he had a LITTLE more depth.

gul dukat...i admit i never gave him a second thought before this episode. now i am reaffirmed in my belief that all cardassians are gay. he exhibits such an energy. i really liked the part where he put the fear of god into the weapons runner even though sisko was ready to sit on him to keep him from touching the torpedo controls. such a fun dynamic for him to be going "murder? :D?" and for sisko to be playing straight man and yanking him down by the scruff of his neck every 5 minutes. fun fun fun. i do think he should have kept his mouth shut when he and kira were in the same room though. like i think he should have just chosen to not speak unless prompted.

i like how twice odo's ability to maintain security at the station was called into question and both times sisko was like oh absolutely not. and even still, the tension was nearly enough to cause in-fighting in what has become a pretty friendly group. it's both surprising and unsurprising how quickly they drew the battle lines, but even the non-federation people, kira and odo, snapped at each other. LITERALLY CALL THE POLITICIANS. EARTH IS THE PROBLEM

my one real nitpick is that i don't think it should be possible to resist a mind meld with "discipline." like, it's more interesting if cardassians have a special immunity, or if this particular vulcan is bad at it. i just don't buy that gul dukat happens to be that cool, it's too convenient. why bring up the mind meld at all in that case

otherwise 10/10 i had a fantastic time

TONIGHT: devil's deal means we have double tng, "firstborn" and "bloodlines." something about alexander and daimon bok from season 1??? looks rank. wish us luck.

#personal #star trek blogging #ds9 lb

[thyandrawrites]

https://thyandrawrites.tumblr.com/post/614692078547582976/i-havent-cried-since-my-tear-ducts-got-burned

Just read your meta about this ^ <3

And It made me question why the league has given up on changing their society into a healthier one. I mean I can see why they did give up on it but I guess theres just a part of me that wishes they didnt. What do they think will happen when they show the world how corrupt it is and do succeed in destroying Heros and all that. We talk about them wanting to destroy Heros and their status quo but what do they think will happen once they manage to do that? Just because they destroyed status quo, I don’t see anything changing for the better in the end because the villains aren’t purposely fighting the heros for the sake of a better society🤔. One reason why they destroy is because they no longer see a future for themselves but jeez it makes me sad that they think that way and making everything worse by destroying everything around them in the war right now. The heros really need to step up right now and help them.

You're right that they're not seeking to destroy to build something better atop the wreckage. Not anymore, at least. But I think it's important to point out that while their goals weren't exactly constructive to begin with, their current destruction is an escalation of their original objectives.

Like, Dabi is the most obvious example. Up until the war arc, he still had some sort of lingering idealism. He made a nationwide broadcast aimed at civilians to push them into thinking with their own heads and making society better by ridding it of all fake heroes. It's only when society throws the abuse he suffered back in his face by siding with Enji that he realizes that's never going to work, that people will always "live to laugh" in the face of his trauma and step on his need for justice.

Same with Toga and Shigaraki. They tried explaining themselves over and over, but not a single time were their points ever heard. Toga tried to get Ochako and Deku to acknowledge that heroes took the lives of a precious friend and showed no remorse and suffered no consquences. Neither of them acknowledged her suffering, and instead kept addressing her as a love-obsessed freak. Shigaraki told Deku and the heroes that the society that heroes built has always rejected him, started from his own household. He was locked out of the house as punishment for refusing to obey arbitrary and despotic rules that didn't value him as a person. The heroes built him a flying coffin as punishment for refusing to die quietly, and called him an "it", making it clear they also don't see him as a person.

I mean. Draw your conclusions.

At some point they did seek a dialogue, but it was only met with even more rejection. Imho that's important to acknowledge because all three of them became villains precisely because society rejected them over and over, made them scapegoats, and then called them monsters and tried to put them down like wild animals.

So while I don't see lashing out with even more violent and destruction as a viable solution... I can totally understand where they're coming from.

it... really shouldn't be on them to make a good enough case for why children shouldn't be fucking abused, for the heroes to finally start seeing them as human beings... and yet...

I think it makes sense why the League would have enough of being pummeled to near-death every time they try a dialogue, and instead decided to hit back just as hard. I mean, obviously that's just repeating the endless cycle of violence (it's the same old 'an eye for an eye'), and we can clearly see how it's only making the Lov trio's self-loathing fester and bring them further and further away from their origins, but. At this point, honestly, why should they make things easier on the heroes?

#I'm def biased here because I relate to them more than I ever will to the kids but #it's so frustrating to watch the kids rn #because they will probably need to see their villain foils be on death's doorstep before they realize #that something needs to change #cause right now they're stuck punching them to near-death themselves #and completely missing the point that every fist #brings them further and further away from the end of this damned war #ali replies #bnha #spoilers #like one common take I see often is that #the kids should save the villains asap #but personally I think the kids should just. stop punching them with the force of a thousand suns first #like empathy totally is key here. but like #did we all miss that fighting shouto burned dabi's remaining healthy skin off or

[realityandrebirth]

Summary: Nya is back. Morro has too much guilt to be around her.

Warnings: brief, non-graphic mention of drowning

Prompts: Reunion, "I'm sorry."

welcome back to morrotober in… december. i guess. What Ever

Morrotober: Day Twenty

Nya was back. She didn't have her powers, but she remembered who she was, and she was human again. After a few weeks, it was like she had never left, and the monastery was back to normal.

Morro still avoided her. Eventually, she cornered him in the kitchen. "What the hell, Morro?"

He couldn't look her in the eye. "What?"

"You've barely spoken to me since…" Nya gestured with one hand. "What's going on? I know you don't like most of us, but I thought we were almost friends."

Morro bit his lip and looked away. "I don't think I've been a good friend," he said.

"No shit," said Nya. "Why?"

He shook his head. "I don't know. I could have…"

Every word came out wrong. Nya stayed quiet, waiting for his explanation, but Morro didn't give one. "Look," he said, "it's only me being selfish and making everything about my problems. You deserve a better friend."

He tried to get past Nya, but she grabbed his arm. "I'll decide for myself who I'm friends with," she said. "Talk to me. What are you being selfish about?"

He gave up. "Fine," he said, and sighed. "You were… gone, okay?"

Nya frowned. "Yeah," she said. "That's it?"

"No. You were gone and, yeah, I did think we were friends." Morro ran a hand over his face. "Not that I've done anything to deserve that, or being alive again, or having a home…"

"Get to the point."

"I felt it."

Nya tilted her head. "Felt what?"

Morro couldn't speak for a moment. "The storm," he finally said. "You're not the only elemental master whose powers come from Wojira. I felt the storm, just like you must have felt the sea, and–and if it only took one sacrifice to save Ninjago, it should have been me, not you. I'm sorry it wasn't me."

When he was caught in the flood, unable to keep his head above the waves, he had felt the presence surrounding him. The storm called to him. It said it would keep him safe. He could become one with the storm and guard over the skies–but there was another option for him.

After learning what Nya had sacrificed, how could Morro be so selfish as to use Wojira's power to live?

Nya hugged him.

"I'm here, okay?" she said. "Sure, it was hard for everyone, but I'm here. You can't change the past, Morro. Don't get stuck living in it."

He didn't hug her back. "It still should have been me," he said. "It would be easier for everyone. No one would've wanted to bring me back."

"Well, it wasn't you, and you have to accept that." She hugged him tighter. "Also, fuck you, you know that's not true. I would've brought you back."

Morro made a noise, something caught between rejecting Nya's friendship and breaking down in sobs. He wrapped his arms around her and chose the latter.

#ninjago morro #ninjago nya #wojira duo #morrotober #ninjago #lego ninjago #nya ninjago #morro ninjago #morrotober 2022 #morrotober2022

[anachronistic-falsehood]

homestuck penis ouija: tntduo edition

QUACKITY: Ok8y, look, it’s perfectly simple.  KAHRRL: oh NO you ARE not DRAWING another SHIPPING grid DUDE QUACKITY: No no no, it’s not 8 grid, just 8 schedule.  KAHRRL: look WE’VE already ESTABLISHED that YOU’RE going TO end UP flushed FOR everyone JUST deal WITH it QUACKITY: No no no I’m gonna m8ke this WORK WILBUR: No, that’s a grid. You’re drawing a god damn grid. This is a shipping grid.  QUACKITY: Ok8y LOOK HERE QUACKITY: These 8re the d8ys of the week. We e8ch h8ve rows for those d8ys 8nd we c8n dr8w 8 he8rt, sp8de, or di8mond for 8ny given d8y.  QUACKITY: M8ybe even 8 club since K8hrrl 8nd I 8re in the m8rket for 8 new 8uspictice KAHRRL: OH my GOD QUACKITY: Th8t w8y, we know wh8t’s up in 8dv8nce 8nd c8n 8void 8ny possible conflicts. 

WILBUR: Put the fucking pen down.  QUACKITY: Hey, cut it out! Don’t touch me! WILBUR: Do not draw a shipping grid, do NOT do it.  QUACKITY: It’s not 8 shipping grid, you bulge ch8fing fuck8ss!  WILBUR: You are not drawing a shipping grid to organize our fucking dating lives.  WILBUR: That is— that is some bullshit, man.  WILBUR: Absolute bullshit, I will not stand for it

QUACKITY: This is not 8 shipping grid, this is 8 schedule to org8nize our qu8dr8nts! It’s 8 useful tool! WILBUR: You’re not drawing anything that even REMOTELY resembles a grid.  WILBUR: Do not draw an arrangement of squares or otherwise interlocking polygons QUACKITY: LET GO!!!!!!!! KAHRRL: oh MY god WILBUR: You will not draw a spreadsheet for the purpose of allocating mine and Kahrrl’s time spent with a potential mutual boyfriend.  WILBUR: That is exactly the shit I do not want to see  QUACKITY: Oh look, I just drew 8 squ8re! Get re8dy to see 8 lot more of those! WILBUR: No stop WILBUR: Do not draw any more squares I swear to god! WILBUR: Do not draw any quadrilaterals or trapezoids or rectangles or fucking n-drangles and especially as fuck not any god damned RHOMBUSES  WILBUR: I don’t want to see your lines making ANY right angles, do you understand? QUACKITY: Oh look 8nother squ8re! 8 bit wobbly but it’ll do.  WILBUR: That is the perfect example of what you should NOT be drawing.  QUACKITY: W8 here it comes! My first “ship” going into the squ8re! WILBUR: Put the fucking pen down! QUACKITY: OW! Wh8t is your problem? WILBUR: Does Sapnap know you’re doing this? QUACKITY: He will! WILBUR: How presumptuous of you to think he might be okay with being tossed into your bullshit shipping grid just because you decided to be “normal human boyfriends” now QUACKITY: Well I h8ven’t put his n8me on the grid yet, h8ve I? WILBUR: I am absolutely stunned that he understands human romance better than you do. Put the pen down, you’re messing up Ranboo’s book. 

QUACKITY: No! WILBUR: Do it QUACKITY: You suck! WILBUR: I haven’t sucked a single thing in my life what are you on about QUACKITY: You smell! WILBUR: Don’t talk to me about rank smells when you smell like a— like a fucking barn!  WILBUR: Yeah, I said it! QUACKITY: My lusus dr8gged in things th8t smelled better th8n you! QUACKITY: 8nd everything he brought home w8s either 8 de8d 8nim8l or liter8l feces! WILBUR: Yeah well that’s dumb and stupid just like you now gimme the pen QUACKITY: No, it’s mine now. I’m keeping it.  WILBUR: Quackity! Whoa, man what are you doing? WILBUR: Why are you drawing all these human dicks? WILBUR: How do you even know what they look like? What have you been watching??  QUACKITY: I 8M NOT DR8WING THOSE! YOU’RE M8KING ME DR8W THEM, STOP TH8T!!!!!!!! WILBUR: No way, this book is now like…  WILBUR: Our fight fueled ouija board of cock QUACKITY: 88888888RGH STOP!  QUACKITY: DON'T  QUACKITY: NO FUCK  QUACKITY: OK NO  QUACKITY: YOU DREW TH8T ONE  QUACKITY: YOU DREW TH8T ONE!!!! DON'T PRETEND YOU DIDN'T!  WILBUR: Are you sure man? WILBUR: See, that’s the spooky thing about penis ouija. You can never be sure who did the dicks.  WILBUR: Was it you or me or maybe a ghoooost??? QUACKITY: GIVE ME B8CK THE PEN! WILBUR: What? No, this is a fucking masterpiece.  WILBUR: We have to see this through.  WILBUR: We’re running out of room. Hey Kahrrl, can you turn the page for us?

QUACKITY: 88888888HHHHHH!!!!!!!! QUACKITY: This 8lterc8ion is becoming uncomfort8bly physic8l, get the FUCK 8w8y from me!!!!!!!! WILBUR: What the hell are you talking about? QUACKITY: You know EX8CTLY wh8t I’m t8lking 8bout!!!!!!!! WILBUR: Oh, shut up and draw another penis.  QUACKITY: You don’t even underst8nd the soci8l implic8ions of 8ll this hostile touching 8nd gr8bbing, do you? QUACKITY: THIS IS SO CLE8RLY C8LIGINOUS SOOT, JUST 8CKNOWLEDGE IT!!!!!!!! WILBUR: Well, if you want to look at it that way, then be my guest.  WILBUR: This is a common human ritual, don’t you know? It means we literally couldn’t give less of a fuck about each other. I don’t care about what you think is happening here.  QUACKITY: GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!!!!! WILBUR: Stop biting my jacket.  QUACKITY: FUFCK NYOUF.  WILBUR: We’ve really made a masterpiece here today, Quackity. You should be proud of yourself QUACKITY: OK8Y, TH8T’S IT. I’M FUCKING SICK OF THIS!

WILBUR: What? WILBUR: WHOA SHIT QUACKITY: His Honour8ble Tyr8nny h8s sentenced you to life in j8cket prison. WILBUR: HNFNGMGNHNFN WILBUR: KAHRRL HELP KAHRRL: SORRY man IM not MEDIATING this F*CKING trash FIRE youre ON your OWN

#dream smp #dsmp #homestuck #tntduo #dreamstuck #<- might as well make a tag for this if i’m gonna keep posting panel edits

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brahms character ramble/explanation/analysis? idk i just love talking abt him cause he and billy lenz are my current hyperfixations

i believe that brahms can be helped when it comes to his mentality and his situation (unlike other slashers i like). he was spoiled through and through by his parents, and there was never any discipline when it came to raising little boy brahms. he was an only child and was mostly put away from society and only had emily cribbs as his “friend” until he killed her when he was just a little boy. not being taught any consequences and or discipline; because of this brahms never really learned why he couldn’t do the things he did because either way, his parents still indulged him no matter what. making brahms a very controlling and selfish human being; what he wants, he will get no matter what. controlling his parents made them kill themselves because they had enough of brahms.

parenting is hard, including if you are an older person taking care of a child in general and it would be even harder to raise a child thats “not like other kids”. mr and mrs heelshire would indulge brahms because he was their only child and the only heir of the wealthy family. they seem like they have never put their foot down or made the rules themselves, making brahms think he can take control of everything that happens in the house and other people (and he did). and also not respecting boundaries; i like to think he has the mindset of “what’s yours is also mine.” we can see that he does not have boundaries when it comes to other people just by him stalking greta and also stealing/rummaging through her things just for his own… "pleasure" without thinking about other peoples feelings except himself. i would like to say he expects people to change how they act just to satisfy him and his entertainment.

it is not clear whether or not it was brahms himself or his parents that decided that brahms should start living in the walls. so i can't really point toward child neglect and or child abuse since it's not clear if it was his parents or himself. but of course, living in the walls and not socializing with anyone besides the parents he controls will take a toll on his social cues and how he behaves and thinks.

he made other people do everything else for him, including cleaning up the “mess” that he made. the one time we were shown something “nice” that he did was with greta; when greta was scared of brahms, he decided to make her favorite sandwich himself which is PB&J and gave it to her to reassure her that he won’t hurt her and he just wants greta to follow the fucking rules and schedule.

he grew up to become a very manipulative and violent but intelligent man from what we can see by how he manipulated greta in the movie by using his voice, actions, and intimidation to try and get what he wants. until he realized when greta successfully got out of the house, he couldn’t do anything about it, even if he tried to do damage control when he realized he was just scaring her away instead of her being obedient to his demands on wanting her to stay in the manor. this gives me the impression that he does have abandonment issues, attachment issues, and is very scared to be left alone.

if he were to actually been put in therapy or gotten any professional help when he was a kid, and it was effective, i do believe all of this wouldn’t happen to him. or if he were to get professional help when he was already a grown man and already did the things he did i feel like it would take a lot of time to help him but if it’s consistent with baby steps, it would help him to improve.

so just keep in mind he is very much a sad character but also a bad person that needs to get help. but i still love him and his character very much… i think you can tell just by me writing all of this because of my hyperfixation on him.

out of topic he reminds me a lot of the song “meant to be yours” and that is HIS song and not any other slashers!!! fight me!!! and i hc him to have dysthymia cause i’m self projecting and he also doesn’t really believe in the christian/catholic god even if his parents prayed in that one scene with the doll brahms

#brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #the boy 2016 #brahms heelsire x reader

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April 1, 2024 Live Recap.

He was late because he is a boomer and can't figure out how to use CrowdCast after having a Patreon for so long.

They did mushrooms at the Sphere.

They were suppose to go to Disney with Tana but she cancelled and Makoa had to do some work thing.

They're driving back together and checking out at 4PM. Tana refuses to drive back with them and prefers to fly.

Patreon will continue for the rest of the month and they are going to switch to YouTube subscription.

He woke up this morning and said to Verica "I really like you...now."

Tana said she loves her and it would be cute to double date.

He says he's 34 years old and too old for April Fools joke.

Tana and Jeff suggest criminal activities.

He talks about the Mike and Ryan situation and claims he didn't know Ryan was going to go that far. He thought the OD joke about the his dog was funny. Tana thought the flipping of the table was funny.

They're going to address the next podcast episode about him crying about Nerf.

Verica pops in and reads comments of people praising Australia. "It's bad cause now I'm going to have to fucking Australia or something. Shit got real this trip, we did a four hour road trip together." Jeff rambles about having a choice to undersubscribe or slander him on Reddit but not Verica. "Not everyone wanted this life or center of attention and some people want live a normal life...maybe that's what I want...no...we are both going to have to adapt and I'm not giving this up and she's shy." He talks about how he use to be shy when he was younger and presenting projects. Because of this he decided to be a drug dealer.

Talks about how he's more humble than anybody on the internet.

Talks about Hasaan and how he likes him.

Talks about gambling with Bryce.

Tana asks how much longer and Jeff says 20 minutes and she says really.

Filmed Verica reaction to the Sphere. Ticket was $200 a ticket and says it's the coolest shit in the world. He separates the world into two different sections - those who have witnessed the Sphere and those who have not. It made him proud of humanity.

Tana orders a $7.58 coffee to Jeff's room.

"Fucking incredible, yesterday was the best day of his life." about how things are going with Verica.

Apparently he is not going to Coachella and that he's a changed man. Tana said she loves it. Jeff says no more ship baiting with Tana. Tana says Verica is so hot.

Jeff says Cody likes Verica and is miserable cause he needs to find a new place to live now.

Tana loves Cody more than she ever has.

They talk about Cody and how he does chores and takes out the trash. Tana says she will never house Cody cause she has a gays and gals household. Jeff says he is too institutionalized.

Tana paid Brooke 25 bands of cash for her to be in a bunk or something and Tana got the bigger bed.

Tana won big gambling the night before.

The chat praises Tana for her talent.

Jeff talks about how he wants to miserable like he usually is but today is not the day for that.

Talks about Keemstar and his April Fools prank about him dying.

Tana leaves the live 20 minutes before the hour is up since she needs to go fly back. Jeff and Verica are driving back in a Prius.

Someone asks who Amarah is and he says she runs the YSL Wittek page and she likes to bust Jeff's balls.

He talks about Cody Ko and him coming back to training. He says he's a nice guy. Jeff talks about how everything is a rivalry to him. He talks about how training for the IronMan is too much and you have to be jobless to do that and he doesn't have time to do it. Jeff says he is happy with his 3:28 marathon time. He said it even made him depressed because he far extended his expectations and he doesn't know what to do with himself. He got the post race blues.

Compares himself to UFC Fighters like Tyson Fury and if he should go back and train for a better time.

Talks about moving to New York cause Casey hit him up to run.

Debrief of Vegas - "what is there to debrief?" They went to Sphere on mushrooms and gambled with Bryce Hall. Says we can't relate cause we haven't gone to the Sphere.

Talks about how he doesn't do alcohol or hardcore drugs but takes ambient for sleep, once a year he'll do mushroom, and weed. Shows gray view from his hotel room and says "If I was a crackhead would I be able to have this view?"

Talks about how Steven is working for Sunday company and if he will come back. Jeff says he just needed a job and he doesn't know if he'll come back but wishes him he best. Jeff gives him advice about how he needs to focus on TikTok cause he blew up there. Talks about how he is young and inexperienced. Talks about how Steven doesn't think podcasting is for him and how he doesn't know what to bring to the table other than showing his dick.

Talks how how Steven can take Steiny in a UFC fight.

Talks about how they filmed a podcast the other day with Tana and then the live abruptly stopped.

FOR THAT ONE ANON:

A subscriber named Sydney asked the Mike question but he didn't answer.

About 220 people were on the live since he baited it and that's significantly more than the usual number of viewers. Nothing too interesting was discussed.

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