#so tall that they obstruct view of everything

[the-trans-dragon]

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#just a really specific rant: capitalism’s monopoly on Interest-Grabbing Characteristics #sometimes I almost say a phrase. and the phrase will be really concise and polite and perfect. and then I realize it sounds like an ad lol. #and so I’ll rephrase it—or just give up!—because i wince at the idea of sounding like an ad #in the same kind of way I abhorrently avoid Non-Harmful Behaviors that I #happen to associate with specific Harmful People. like even if the trait itself isn’t bad? I can’t cope with Resembling The Bad Thing at all #sometimes I notice this when I’m on the intercom at work. customers don’t notice announcements because most storewide #pages are for the employees—requesting service or something #so I wanted to say something a little Differently and a little Silly to try to grab the customers attention #(they were all waiting in line on one side of the store and didn’t notice registers on the other side too—so we are supposed to announce #that we have open registers and get the customers #out quicker etc etc) but I couldn’t think of an Attention Grabbing thing that didn’t sound like an ad! ‘Tired of waiting in line? #We have open registers to your left.’ but that sounds like an ad omg #there isn’t a way to phrase it that prevents it from sounding like an ad; or sounding like an employee page #if it doesn’t get their attention they won’t notice. if it does get their attention then it’ll sound like an ad. #I got in trouble for not making customers come to my register :/ I didn’t even see them because my eyes are bad and because our displays are #so tall that they obstruct view of everything #sorry for rambling #💜 I’m just grumpy at my job. time to go see my kitty kitty!! #sorenhoots

[thesunisatangerine]

playing for keeps – chapter one

alexia putellas x barçakeeper!childhoodfriend!reader

status: ongoing

(a/n in the tags) [chapters: one, two]

word count: 2.9k

The darkness lurched and a sensation of falling brought you back to your senses. There was a momentary confusion–as was the case after leaving the half-conscious state–but it didn’t take you long to piece the world back together. A shudder disturbed the panel beneath your feet and you felt the running tremor that followed accompanied by a low rumble you could barely hear through the stressing pressure in your ears. You blinked your eyes open and there was a rawness to them that made you squint, taking in a familiar scene that greeted you past the window as you did. 

A deep purple tint veiled the brilliance of the sun, casting the world into the cool calm of dusk, as the remainder of the day streaked the horizon with its fading light. You recognised the sloping silhouettes of the mountains that stood tall in the distance, seeming all the more greater against the early evening sky, comfortingly familiar and inviting in their grand stillness.

The intercom played a three-tone melody followed by a voice that filtered through the static.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Barcelona. The local time is six hours ahead of the Newark area, and it is currently approaching six in the evening. Please remain seated with your seatbelts on until the ‘Fasten Seatbelt’ sign has been switched off. It has been our pleasure to serve you on this flight. Thank you, and a very good evening.”

In the moments that followed, chatter erupted all around you. Tearing your gaze away from the window, finally, you unbuckled your seatbelt but made no move to get up, opting instead to rest your cheek on your hand. 

The thing that made window seats great–apart from the view, of course–was the fact that people who were in no rush to get off the plane wouldn’t feel compelled to move to avoid obstructing other passengers. And you, who was normally eager to stretch your legs after a particularly long flight such as this one, very much needed another moment to gather yourself. So you watched on as the other passengers stood and shuffled about, opening and closing the overhead bins to retrieve their luggage.

A restlessness crept over you. It erupted from somewhere deep down your gut to your limbs, and the feeling had you longing to jump out of your seat–to run–but you stayed put. There you waited, drumming a rhythm with your fingers against your thigh as your other leg bounced to the same chaotic pace. And without any bidding, the scenes you’d thought of before you sank into the nap you’d just woken up from flashed through your mind, relentless in their effort to tear you apart again.

You craned your neck to the side to see through the window. Somewhere at the far side of the airport, a yellow light flashed from a parked plane. It reminded you of fireflies and–

No.

You halted the memory and instead resorted to counting the number of times it blinked to keep your mind occupied.

“Excuse me, is everything okay?”

You blinked.

Turning away from the window to the direction of the voice, you saw an attendant looking at you with a curious expression. 

“Yes,” you stuttered out. 

Behind her you noticed that all of the seats were empty, and probably for quite some time now, so you gave her a quick apology when you stood to gather your belongings. You began for the exit after closing the overhead cabin but the stewardess stopped you again with another question. 

“You’re a professional footballer?”

You looked at her over your shoulder. Your surprise at her question must have been clear on your face because she looked down at your duffel bag and then back at you with just a hint of amusement by the way her brow was lifted.

Oh. You forgot about that.

You hefted your Barça bag over your shoulder as you replied, “Uh, yeah. Are you much of a fan?” 

“I love it. Love watching and playing it whenever I can. I’m more of a Madridista, though.”

“Oh. That’s a shame.” 

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at your dry humor but without any hint of offense.

The both of you continued to the exit. 

“What position do you play?”

“Keeper.”

“Very cute. How long have you been playing for Barça?”

“I’m just newly transferred, actually.”

By this point, the both of you had arrived at the plane’s open door.

“Oh, really? Well, I wish you all the best for your season. And I hope this doesn’t come across as unprofessional but is it okay if I asked you for a picture?” 

“Thank you. And no, not at all.”

After you posed for the photo, she thanked you. You felt her fingers brush over yours as she took back her phone before she sent you a playful wink. Her beauty attracted you, yes, and years ago such blatant advances from a fine woman would’ve been received warmly by you but not anymore–especially not today. So instead, you gave her a polite, almost apologetic, nod and parted ways with a small smile as you shuffled out of the plane.

It was a haze, your journey through the gates, the baggage reclaim zone, and the checkpoints. The lights and images melted together in one big blur, the noises coalesced to a low drone, before the world focused again when your phone screen lit up. 

‘I’m in the arrival hall,’ it said.

Despite yourself, your heartbeat picked up upon seeing it and a familiar restlessness made you shiver. You shook your head, rolling your luggage towards the arrival hall, tapping your thumb against the handle of your roller, the strap of your duffel bag clutched tightly in your other hand. 

With every step, your heart jumped in anticipation. 

You turned the corner and your chest stilled. 

And at the sight you beheld, you were gone. It was like you were seventeen all over again.

To you, it was as if the world became brighter, the colors and shapes now sharper, and she was the light that made everything that much clearer. 

A thought rang clear in your mind, Oh, god, she’s right there.  And she’s so beautiful.

She was leaning back against one of the columns that lined the terminal, the darkness of her outfit a stark contrast against the white paint which made her all the more easier to spot. Her eyes were trained on her phone as she tapped away at it with a small, soft smile adorning her face; that, for some reason, made your heart ache. A few locks of her hair escaped the hold of her ear and they framed her face in such a way that made her look inviting and at the same time accentuated that air of untouchability that seemed to be always present around her. Some people recognised her as they walked past, their heads turning and fingers pointing, but none of them seemed to be inclined to disturb her, which you were grateful for.

Just one more minute, one more moment. You wanted to take her in as she was for just that bit longer. 

It was as if she sensed you because, not a second later, she looked up to scan the crowd briefly, and then you were locked in her gaze. There was still quite a distance left between the two of you but even from where you stood, you saw her face lit up to a beaming grin as she met your eyes. She tucked her phone into her back pocket and gingerly pushed off from the column to approach you, sidestepping the people in her way with ease. 

The next thing you knew, the familiar scent of wintergreen and mint, mixed with the faint sweetness of cinnamon and vanilla, washed over your senses. And the warm weight of her arms and body was all you could think about–could feel. Then a peck branded your cheek that left them feeling heated despite the dampness of her hair against your skin there.

Squinting through the sudden rawness of your eyes, you wrapped your arms around the strength of her, looping them around her waist as your hands found purchase on the small of her back. You hid your face in the safety of her neck, just like you’d done many times over the years. Like this, it was as if the two of you were still best of friends. Like you still knew each other like you used to. 

“Hello, pretty girl,” she breathed against your ear. “Welcome back.”

As she said this, you knew in your mind–believed–that you were finally home. And the thought was enough to steal and return your breath to you.

You whispered.

“It’s good to be home, Alexia.”

———

The car ride was silent. It had started to drizzle not long ago and it had grown heavy enough that Alexia needed to turn the windshield wipers on. The wipers made a steady rhythm when they met the hood of the car and made a slight squeaking noise as they moved up and down the windshield–two of the few sounds that made the air in the car bearable.

The world outside the passenger side’s window had devolved to blobs and blurs from the droplets that clung to the glass. Still, you kept your gaze there as guilt gnawed at your gut the same way you worked your lower lip between your teeth. 

The thing was, the walk to the car wasn’t bad at all. The both of you had chatted while Alexia led you to where she parked her car, your duffel bag hoisted casually over her shoulder despite your protests. But the moment the doors of her car slammed shut, so did you–it was as if all the weight of the past few months–exacerbated by the restless plane ride, finally hit you. 

And to Alexia’s credit, she’d done everything she could to remove the silence. She asked you about your flight (again) and when that didn’t work, she began to talk football. She asked you about your last season, about how you won your league and wondered about how that must’ve felt like for you. Alexia briefly turned the topic to Barça and sprinkled in some funny stories she hadn’t told you over the sparse messages you’d exchanged that you reacted to. You were just about to settle into the conversation when she inquired about your negotiations with the club and how you felt about returning to Barça; she solicited the reason that made you inclined to come back. At that, you clammed up again. Alexia didn’t seem to notice because she began to mention things you used to do or like–things she didn’t know you didn’t do nor like now–in the quest to get you talking.

For each question she asked, you’d given her back the same kind of nothing: a yes, a no, a hum. The simple drizzle had turned to steady rain pattering against the roof, and the calming sound did nothing to ease the growing tension in the car. Despite the desire to engage in a conversation with Alexia, it was as if all of your thoughts–or at least the capacity to string them together–were hiding behind the dark curtain of your mind, the heavy veil tailored from the same fabric that weighed in your chest. Weariness pervaded your bones and your soul, and it exhausted you past the point of exchanging pleasantries and niceness, a task now seemingly impossible.

So you excused yourself from the conversation. You told her it was jet lag. Alexia nodded in understanding, but the light in her eyes had dimmed, and she trained them on the road with deliberate focus, her lips tightening to a line fit for silence. 

Despite not having spent time with her like you used to the last two years you’d been away, the language of her face and body was still familiar to you–and how could they not when they’d carve themselves into the tissues of your mind?–enough to know that she wasn’t convinced at all with what you said. Because maybe, just maybe, you were to her as she was to you: familiar.

The thought provided little comfort, and the guilt felt heavier, another stone dropped into the pitcher.

And the feeling gave way to another thought, unpleasant in the way it told you what you already knew. Alexia took time to drive you to your apartment instead of resting for tomorrow’s practice, and this was how you treat her? How nice.

Then another.

Just like how you treated Olivia, right?

Your eyes closed from the sting that followed, a stitch torn from a newly-sewn wound. And you tried to prevent yourself from crying, but the darkness only served to rub salt to the cut as it made the fleeting images clearer and the words ever louder.

“I’m so stupid! So stupid…”

“Go. Please, just go. You won’t find happiness here.”

A touch to your arm startled you back to the present. The jostle from the gasp you let out was enough to make a tear fall, and you turned to Alexia who already had her eyes on you; her face graced with concern and a question. 

The car had stopped, and now parked outside of your apartment complex.

“What’s wrong?” Came the gentle question. 

Your heart lurched at the look she laid upon you, followed by an ache, a longing for the old times–back when you used to tell each other everything. But how could you tell her about this? About what led to this? When the fire from that night remained, glowing patiently as an ember in the dark, waiting for the wind to call her name again–to set her aflame again?

Another tear escaped your eye before you could turn away, which you brushed off with the back of your hand before you met Alexia’s gaze again.

“Nothing. I’m just–I’m sorry for being a bitch.” You said with a small, apologetic smile. 

Alexia traced some invisible path along your face, regarding you with a pensive look. The moment took long enough that you considered she’d press you for information. Instead, she teased softly with a half-smile, “Don’t worry about it. What else is new?”

Your shoulders eased down a bit.

“Still a smart-mouth, I see,” you laughed with more than a bit of air, “Indeed, what else is new?”

At that, Alexia chuckled with you but the pressing silence returned. 

Then Alexia sighed.

“How long has it been since we’ve played together?” 

Her brows knitted together at her own question as she leaned back against her seat, putting her hands behind her head which pulled the sleeves of her shirt up just enough to reveal the tattoo on the underside of her arm.

You casted your eyes aside, your gaze fleeting to the unlit window of your apartment.

A memory intruded your mind again.

“I’m not sure,” you half-whispered. 

“Two years.” Something in her tone told that she knew that you knew, but she didn’t call you out on it. But it seemed she was more inclined to call you out on something you said a long time ago. “I hope you’ve made peace with whatever made you leave all the way to the States of all places.”

You looked at her. Alexia’s brow was raised in silent expectation. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on.”

“‘Come on’, what?”

“You were offered a place in Lyon–in Bayern. Bayern! When I heard you were leaving, I went, ‘That’s it. Bayern has her’. Imagine my surprise when you said you were going to America.” Alexia scoffed as she gestured in the air with her hands for emphasis. A pause before she continued, “Now, tell me why you really went away.”

“I already told you.”

“Yeah. What was it you said? ‘I’ve always wanted to see what the competition is like there’? For someone who talked about Neuer and Bayern all the time second to Barça, it always made me think how and when the NWSL crossed your mind.” 

Guess you don’t know me that well then.

You bit your tongue before you could say it. Instead, you shrugged and sighed, hunching forward so you could rest your elbows on your knees, fingers clasping together as you twiddled your thumbs. “If you don’t want to believe what I said, that’s up to you. I stand by it.”

Alexia regarded you with that same deciphering look she’d been giving you the whole night. And as if she finally understood that she wasn’t going to get anywhere with you, she shook her head and sank back down in her seat.

“Indulge me, then. Tell me, what’s the verdict?” Alexia drawled, dripping with thinly-veiled sarcasm. 

It wasn’t like home.

“Really appreciate the judgment all over your tone, Alexia.” You replied drily then added, “And it was great, thank you very much.”

Alexia tilted her chin up to release a laugh. A strand of her hair fell out of place and she brushed it back with a finger.

“Well, you should tell me more about how you enjoyed yourself, then. I’m sure you have a lot of stories to tell.” You heard the unspoken words, ‘Stories you never bothered to tell me through the phone or during the instances we’d met during the time you were away.’

I would’ve enjoyed it better if you were there.

“Where do you want me to begin?” If Alexia heard the weary sigh in your tone, she made no indication she did. 

“I don’t know. Where do you want to start?”

I went away because of you.

“At this point, we’ll be here all night.” You laughed.

Alexia chuckled, and then softly she said, “Just tell me anything then.”

Distance didn’t work. My heart is still yours.

You hummed, thinking of a story, as you finally eased back on your seat and then you began. 

“Well…”

#ap11 #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #my writing #a/n: that benfica vs barca match today was definitely something #also not sure when ill be able to post chapter two but i hope you guys enjoy this <3

[s4toryuu]

guard dogs — geto suguru, gojo satoru

on the way through a dangerous street to meet your friend, suguru and satoru protect you from a couple monkeys

notes; protective besties, afab!reader, implied crush on suguru, reader is tinier than the boys, reader teases satosugu, based on true story

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satoru and suguru are tall. suguru’s muscular body shows through the uniform sometimes and satoru’s white hair and sheer size collects stares like a curse.

you had just finished a solo assignment when it was time for you to meet your friend. she’d texted you the night before about a new cafe that opened in the middle of tokyo where your assignment was conveniently around the corner.

“where’s your boyfriend?” you tease satoru when he walks to you. he scoffs.

“he’s coming, don’t worry.” he checked his phone and suguru taps the top of your head from behind you. an easy thing to do seeing as you barely reached the middle of his bicep.

“yo.” he smiles. “where you going?”

“oh, that new cafe with my friend. I don’t think it’s that far.” you reply to him while fixing your hair.

“can we come?” satoru looks at you.

you answer quickly, “no.”

the last time the three of you went out, satoru ordered fourteen drinks which you guys ended up having to carry most of them all the way back to school because this white-haired idiot couldn’t finish them. and also he was “saving them for later.”

“oh, come on, please? it’s so early, I don’t wanna go back yet.” satoru pleads. he’s right, the sun blared high in the sky after a cold and cloudy spring week.

“go somewhere else!” you start looking around for the right direction.

“but we already tried everything here, right suguru?”

“yeah, he’s right.” suguru looks up at a sign.

“I’ll buy you your order!” satoru reaches out to you and you halt your steps. “yeah, that tempted you huh?”

you laugh. “fine. but don’t be weird to my friend.” satoru waves this off and lets out a lazy agreement.

“nice, satoru.” suguru whispers. you hear them.

there was an real reason you didn’t want to take the two to meet your friend. annoyingly, you admit the two are really fucking handsome. they get stares and get approached a lot, and you know your friend wasn’t immune to their charm. you almost fell victim back in your early years too.

you were more worried about satoru. he’s handsome and he knows it, so he’s cocky and doesn’t shut up. suguru’s humble nature makes people want him more, but it also makes them delusional. even worse, he was exactly your friend’s type. you wanted him for yourself.

the three of you start walking with you leading the way and your friends following side by side behind you. you ignore the stares from the entire city—you were used to it when you were with satoru and suguru. the harder issue was trying to ignore jealous energy directed at you.

you know the general area, but you look down at your phone to pull up the map. you turn a corner and feel a change in energy—desire and lust that were at the edge of becoming a curse.

you still feel the boys as they chatted behind you, which gave you the courage to look up. surely enough, there was a group of nine men sat and gathered around, and you look farther to see a suggestive sign for what you assume poses as a club. you’ve dealt with many terrifying things being a sorcerer, but dirty men gave you an innate fear you couldn’t just exorcise.

“wow, look at that.” one man says. the rest turn their heads and two stand up. you assume they haven’t seen satoru and suguru behind you yet. you hear suguru sigh in frustration.

“how old are you, girl?” one of them sitting down says, eyeing you down. he wore a red extremely faded graphic tee. “just got outta school? what school’s that uniform from?”

you freeze. you don’t know whether to respond, ignore, or turn around. it was a small street and there was no one else in earshot. a perfect place to coerce young women. you back up into satoru. suguru walks in front of you, his hands in his pocket. your view is now obstructed by the middle of his back. satoru doesn’t move behind you and bends sideways to watch whatever his best friend is about to do.

“are we gonna have an issue here?” suguru speaks in a voice you rarely hear. you hear anger bubble in it.

“ha! you gonna do something if there is?” the man scoffs. the men standing start walking toward you and the one in the red shirt stands up. you see a shift when he stands at his full height and still has to look up to suguru.

“yeah.” suguru deadpans. he puts his right hand out to his side to summon a curse but you grab his arm to stop him.

“no, don’t! that’s not allowed. just… kick his ass or something.” you whisper nervously.

“hey, girl, don’t you wanna make some money? it’s easy work for you, pretty.” the man starts again. “especially with those nice tits, yea?” he looks back to his group and some laugh.

satoru clicks his tongue. “tsk. gross! suguru, you gonna get rid of them now or what?”

suguru scoffs and summons a curse quickly. it was a pink creature and it reminded you of a cat mixed with a fox. “sorry y/n, but a curse will attract less attention than us beating them up.”

you bend sideways to get a look and to your surprise, the fox swirls around the man in the red shirt lovingly. the man looks confused and looks to his group. he starts hyperventilating and sweating, then the fox wraps its tail around his crotch and leg—like a zipline harness.

“what the fuck?!” the man yells. he starts screaming in agony as both your friends watch.

“oh wow, is this a new one?” satoru asks happily. suguru hums and the fox lets go.

the man screams in agony holding his groin, and two come to help him up. the rest of the group is confused, and some walk off. the curse switches targets and the man starts groaning.

“what the hell did you do?” the other asks.

“you wanna find out?” suguru almost growls. the group runs off, leaving the first victim on the floor swearing at the air and grabbing at his groin.

“hm. fucking monkeys.” sugu mumbles. “disgusting.” he dissipates the curse and the three of you walk past the man on the floor.

“jesus.” you mutter. “thanks.”

“you’re welcome!” satoru puts his arm around your shoulder and weighs you down.

“you didn’t do anything!” you fake-yell at him.

“yeahuh!” he protests. you shrug off his weight.

“whatever, let’s just go.” you walk ahead again, but this time your two friends split and walk by your side.

“does that happen a lot?” suguru asks you.

“nah.” you reply with a comforting tone, knowing suguru he would get worried. “plus, I’m always either with you two or shoko—no one messes with shoko—and you two are just scary.” the two chuckle.

you knew you were always safe with your two friends especially because they were the strongest. and for the record, satoru standing behind you gave you a sense of security.

suguru patted the top of your head. you think your heart stopped.

you hear amusement in his voice. “that’s good. we’re like your guard dogs.” he smiles.

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#𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘶𝘶’𝘴 #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #satosugu #fanfic #x reader #geto fluff #gojo fluff #fluff

[peach-and-bugs]

Could you do an adult Van x reader with 10? Where the reader was in the crash and takes their niece to the video store nearby where she lives not knowing that Van works there.

🧡While You Were Streaming - Van Palmer x fem!Reader🧡

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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Summary: You're niece who's staying with you for a while convinces you to go into a store you haven't visited before in town only for you to meet a familiar face

Warnings: mention of divorce

Word Count: 2,073

A/N: Hello Loves! I finally got another fic for Van finished! Ya'll seem to really love how I write her and that makes me extremely happy because I adore my tall ginger autistic butch lesbian so much! This was such a cute request to write because I adore writing about kids and I think this gave a taste of what Aunt Van is like. but that's all I've got for right now! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🧡

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You loved your eight-year-old niece. You truly did, and noone could get you to say otherwise. But after this long weekend of her staying over, you felt like you were at your wits' end, but in no way was it her fault. Your sister was going through a messy split with her husband and had passed their daughter off to you so she didn’t need to be around listening and watching everything happen. But this meant you had to care for and occupy your niece on top of working from home and you’d both started to develop a bit of cabin fever. So, you'd gone on a walk together under your big umbrella due to the sprinkling of rain coming down. 

You’re niece, Addy, was excitedly running ahead on the sidewalk, jumping into puddles and soaking her sneakers with the biggest smile on her face. You couldn’t help but smile yourself. Her mood had been very up and down these last few days due to everything going on at home. It was good to see her smile. 

“Hey! Auntie y/n! What’s that store?” Addy yelled. She’d run up ahead and stood at the corner of the street, pointing to a standalone shop in town. You squinted, readjusting the umbrella that obstructed your view of the shop as you caught up to her. She waited patiently as you read the sign across the street.

“While You Were Streaming” you read out loud, a tone of consideration in your voice. 

“What kind of store is it?” Addy asked as she took your hand.

“Pretty sure it's a video store,” 

“What’s a video store?” She looked up at you with a funny furrow on her brow. Addy was young enough that she’s probably never seen a vhs tape in her life. 

“When your mom and I were growing up we didn’t have tv like you do. If we wanted to watch a movie, we had to borrow it from the library or a video store,” you tried your best to explain. Addy stared at the store from across thoughtfully, like she was trying to wrap her little head around the whole idea. 

“Can we go in?” She didn’t look up at you when she asked. You couldn't help but smile, trying to suppress a small chuckle. 

“I dunno how interested you’d be, hun,” She looked up at you with a confident look that also seemed mildly offended. 

“Please,” She began to pout and there was no way you could tell her no now. You smiled and nodded, pushing the button for the crosswalk beside you. 

“We’ll do whatever you like, baby,” You felt Addy excitedly squeeze at your hand and start to tug at you to walk when the crosswalk turned on and no cars were coming. Her little feet splashed on the concrete of the street as you hustled to follow her. She began to bounce up and down as you approached the store, waiting as patiently as she could for you to shut your umbrella so she could run inside. 

Upon entering the store there was a jingle of a bell on the door and you felt like you’d been thrust back to your senior year of high school in ‘96. The walls were lined with mounted records, VHS tapes, and other vintage memorabilia. Noone was in the main room, though they were open, so you decided to stay close to Addy till someone did show up, not wanting them to be alarmed by an eight-year-old running a muck through their store. Addy stood still for a moment, looking around the shop with mesmerized eyes. 

“Wow! This is so cool!” she gushed before a shelf of vintage toys caught her eye. “Oh, look at this auntie!” she squeaked, pressing her fingers to the glass as she pointed to an old strawberry shortcake doll. You chuckled and followed her, leaning down to her level to look into the case. 

“Yeah, I had one just like it growing up,” you murmured. 

“Really?” you nodded.

“She smelled like strawberries,” Addy whispered with mesmerized eyes, turning back to the doll. You heard a rustling sound in what you assumed was the back and stood up fully, but stayed at Addy’s side. After a minute there was some loud bumbling in the back till a figure emerged with a large box in hand with another box stacked on top. They were on the other side of the room, clearly attempting to move the boxes through the crowded shop with little success. 

“Need a hand?” you offered as they stumbled a bit. You could see them try and catch a look at you from behind the box before letting go of a sigh. 

“Um, yeah. I could I think,” you patted Addy’s shoulder, silently letting her know to stay put before moving to take the second from who you could only assume was the store owner. 

“Where do you want it?” you asked while taking the box. 

“Just over by the register is fine,” you'd already started to turn away from them as they spoke, so you missed their face. You carried the box to the register as instructed and placed it on the floor. They followed and did the same and it wasn’t till you stood back up, brushing loose hair from your eyes that you froze. “Holy shit,” the redhead said, running a hand through her hair as she looked you up and down.

“Van?” you could barely make out her name from surprise. She looked too different. So much older. 

“Yeah, in the flesh,” she wet her lip and gave you a familiar stupid grin that had you chuckling. She stepped forward and offered her arms open. You tentatively moved forward and hugged her. She still hugged the same. “Damn, how long has it been?” she asked, her hands resting comfortably on your biceps as you moved back from the hug. You felt yourself grow shy under her eyes.

“Probably about 25 years,” you scoffed, running your fingers behind your ear as she moved her hands to her hips with a nod. 

“So, how've you been? What are you doing here?” she moved behind the register and leaned down, pulling tapes out of the boxes you'd helped move.

“I moved into a place just outside of town a couple months ago now,” She smiled, stopping what she was doing and leaning casually against the counter with a tilt of her head. 

“Huh, small world, it’s it,” You shrugged and nodded your head, lips parted to continue talking till a small force shoved into your side. 

“y/n look at this!” Addy ran up to you again with a book in her hands. It looked like an encyclopedia of old toys maybe. You smiled, running your hand over her hair.

“That’s very cool, baby,”

“They’re are a tone of other ones too! Can I keep looking?” she asked with a big smile. She excitedly scampered away and you turned back to Van who has a surprised expression. 

“You had a kid?” she had a wicked smile on her face as she asked, as though the thought of you as a mother was bewildering. You scrunched your nose and rolled your eyes, walking closer to the counter. 

“Oh, please. When have I ever come across as a person that takes any interest in children to you?" Van’s eyes sparkled with familiarity.

“I can’t believe you remember that,” she chuckled, recalling the time back when you were teenagers and you were telling her all about being forced to watch your little cousins at an old family reunion. 

“My mind’s a steel trap,” you quipped, turning to check on Addy, who was flipping through another book. “But no, she’s my sister's kid. She’s staying over for the weekend,”

“That’s gotta be fun,” Van said, continuing the conversation as she organized her tapes. You leaned on the counter with crossed arms and sighed.

“It is, but I wish it was under better circumstances,” Van’s eyes traced over you, inviting you to keep going. “My sister’s stuck in this messy divorce. She didn’t want Addy seeing it if it got ugly,” Van hummed in understanding and her lips flickered into a frown. Just then Addy ran up again with something new in her hand. 

“Auntie! Look at this,” she proudly held up an old wonder woman comic book wrapped in plastic in her hands. “It’s just like the ones daddy has!” she squealed. Van smiled, leaning across the counter with crossed arms. 

“You a wonder woman fan?” she asked. Addy paused, getting nervous till you ran your hand across her back and smiled down at her.

“Addy, this is my friend, Vanessa,” Your niece perked up realizing Van wasn’t actually a stranger and she grinned again.

“Yeah! Daddy showed me her movie and it was awesome!” Van chuckled, her eyes darting up to you and then back to Addy. 

“She was one of my favorite heroes growing up too,”

“You wanna get that, baby?” you asked Addy, patting her back. 

“Really? Can I?” You smiled, nodding as you gestured for her to hand you the comic. She instead slid it onto the counter towards Van, but before ringing you up, Van held up a finger, asking you to wait a moment while she slipped into the back. She returned quickly with another comic in hand. She started ringing you up, but she didn’t scan the second comic she’d grabbed. She bagged everything, pausing with the second comic in hand, and smiled at Addy, giving her a wink. 

“On the house,” she murmured, adding the comic to the bag. You gave her your card, finishing up the purchase. Van additionally nudged a bowl of candy next to the register toward Addy. Your niece looked up at you and you gave her a nod letting her know it was ok. She grabbed a lollypop and snatched the bag from your hand. 

“Addy, wait for me,” You called after her as she pushed the door to the shop open, making the bell ring again. 

“Can I sit on the bench?” she pointed to a bench sitting right in front of the shop's window. 

“Alright, but don’t move,” She nodded and rushed outside, letting the door ring the bell again as it shut. You turned your attention back to Van. “thanks for that. It was very nice,” you nodded your head in the direction Addy had run out. Van shrugged, leaning on the counter behind her with crossed arms.

“It’s no problem. Sometimes I’d rather give something away to someone who’ll love it rather than someone who’s gonna stuff it in a box,” She paused, eyes training on you, studying you with a hard, yet warm intensity. “It’s really nice seeing you,” she finally said. Her eyes darted up your face, meeting your eyes again. You weren’t sure what part of you she’d fixated on prior, but you couldn’t mind it. 

“I could always see you again…” you dared, speaking on impulse rather than thought. The redhead’s smile flickered and without a word, she reached for something tucked behind her register. She brought out a Post-it note and a pen and started scribbling, then she handed the note to you. In her chicken scratch handwriting, you read what you had to assume was her number. 

“Don’t leave me hanging,” she smiled as she spoke, but there was a shyness to her words, as though despite the bold confidence she always carried, she was nervous you wouldn’t reciprocate. You held the note in your hands and had to stifle your grin. 

“Have I ever?” You managed to quip back. Van’s smile relaxed and she shook her head with a warm laugh that you’d almost forgotten. 

“No. No, you haven’t,” You were forced to say your goodbye's after that, reassuring Van you would indeed call. Addy sat politely on the bench, lollypop stick poking out of her mouth as she kicked her legs which dangled off the edge of the bench. She looked your way as she heard the door bell ring ans stood, reaching out to take your hand. the ran had stopped so you no longer needed your umbrella. 

"Did you miss your friend, Auntie?" she asked you as you crossed the street. you stayed quiet for a beat, fingers still clutching the post it, now tucked away in your pocket. 

"yeah, I did miss her,"

#◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again♡ #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets x reader #vanessa palmer #vanessa palmer x reader #van palmer #van palmer x reader

[paramouradrift]

Febuwhump Day 1 - Helpless

Fandom: Avatar/Mirror's Edge crossover au

Characters: Sokka, Katara

HELPLESS

Gunfire echoed in the crawlspace. Plastic pellets ricocheted off the concrete wall outside. Katara shrieked, flinching in Sokka’s protective hold.

“Shh, quiet!” he said, his voice pitched in a low whisper. “They’ll hear you!”

Katara nodded, and put her hands over her mouth. Sokka peeked out through the slats of the vent grate that concealed them from the street. Clouds of tear gas obstructed his view of the clashing protestors and OSec enforcers. He clenched his fists. They weren’t doing anything wrong! Why did the enforcers start shooting?

A VTOL flew overhead, rotors clearing the tear gas away as it hovered, revealing a horrifying tableau: a line of protestors on their knees, OSec enforcers standing guard. In the middle of the line, Sokka could see his mom and dad. He gasped, and pulled Katara closer into him so she wouldn’t see. Even over the VTOL, though, they heard everything.

“You can’t do this, Ozai,” Dad said, hands bound behind his back. “We have rights! The Conglomerate can’t just dictate whatever it likes!”

“Employs such as yourself should refrain from causing a public disturbance,” the man called Ozai said. He was tall, dressed in enforcer armor, and when he removed his helmet Sokka got a good look at his face: haughty, cruel, with piercing golden eyes and a well-groomed beard. “Illegal assembly, inciting a riot, assaulting members of the security services, and resisting arrest are all serious breaches of policy.”

“To hell with your policy!” Dad spat. “The Assembly won’t roll over for you or your corporate dogs!”

“They already have,” Ozai said with a triumphant smirk. Sokka clapped a hand over his mouth as OSec began to execute protestors. Dad and mom struggled to break free, to fight back, but they were helpless against OSec, helpless to stop Ozai as he drew his own gun—armed with lead slugs to kill—and fired.

The first shot went through dad’s eye. The enforcer holding him was splattered with flecks of blood and bone. Mom screamed and lunged for Ozai. The second shot went through her chest. Maybe it went through her heart. From this angle, Sokka couldn’t see. What he did see was his mom crumple to the ground, twitching and bleeding, while Ozai holstered his gun.

“Clean this up,” Ozai ordered.

“Yes, Commissioner!”

Sokka and Katara huddled silently as OSec removed the bodies. They remained in place as street cleaners came and removed the blood and debris.

“Sokka, I’m hungry,” Katara said.

“We don’t know if it’s safe yet,” Sokka replied, his own stomach growling.

A pair of running shoes stopped by the grate. Katara gasped in shock, and then Bato’s face appeared.

“Sokka? Katara?” He called quietly. “It’s okay. You can come out, now.”

“Where’s mom?” Katara asked as she clambered out.

“I’m sorry, Katara,” Bato said, shaking his head.

“Where will we go now?” Sokka asked.

“Somewhere safe,” Bato said. “Follow me.”

At 15, Sokka had watched the Conglomerate murder his parents. He vowed he would never be helpless again.

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhump #febuwhumpday1 #atla #mirrors edge #crossover au #500 word challenge

[stealingyourbones]

Read the first part of that prompt and thought it was going to be that Danny is Darkseid’s son. Idk a lot about Darkseid but now I can’t stop thinking about that idea

the “first part of that prompt” mentioned.

Fuck the past tHREE attempts to respond to this crashed. Here’s hoping that this one works.

I enjoy this idea a lot since there is a TON of ways this could go.

First of all: both the inhabitants of Apokolips and New Genesis are home to the same race: New Gods. They’re basically a very hard to kill superhero race. The New Gods reside in the 4th dimension but can occasionally create variants of wormhole technology (Motherboxes/Fatherboxes. A very simple summary: Sometimes both planets have Motherboxes, sometimes New Genesis has Motherboxes and Apokolips has Fatherboxes. They’re sentient computers that are used as a catchall for various technological feats needed in the comics.) to go to the 3rd dimension and most commonly visit Earth.

With that in mind there is a lot of questions on how Danny grows up. Does he get boom tubed to Earth as a means to escape New Genesis/Apokolips? Is he brought to earth as a baby, a child, or a teenager? Does he still have his genetic superpowers or are they somehow suppressed until the ghost portal?

Is Danny swapped with Miracle Man instead of Orion? Does Orion exist in this universe? If so, Does Danny view him as an older brother/younger brother figure, an enemy, or someone to challenge his place for the next in line to be the ruler of Apokolips? Does Orion know that Danny even exists at all? If Danny was swapped with Miracle Man, does Orion become the Big Bad in the story since he no longer is raised by the Highfather and no longer has New Genesian morals? Is both Danny and Orion given to New Genesis for the peace treaty? Is Danny exiled to Earth and no one knows he exists? Does Danny stay on Apokolips and becomes Phantom, Ruler of Infinite Realms and is an even curler ruler than Pariah Dark? Does Danny Not Look Human?

On that note, Danny is an alien from another dimension. His anatomy is not at all the same as earthlings. Does his parents know that he isn’t human right off the bat? Does this make them more accepting if/when he comes out to them as Phantom? Does Danny pass as a human and not know of his New God heritage or is he aware of it? Was being the part of a superhero race a part of the reason why he didn’t die in the portal accident? Is Danny FAR more powerful than in the show since he’s from an OP superhero race and is now a ghost with even more abilities?

Danny definitely would have some anger issues and trouble keeping himself calm. Apokoliptians are commonly genetically evil aligned warriors who are meant to combat the forces of good. Think Devils Vs Angels but Jack Kirby style. Danny (if nothing obstructs just abilities) is the basic super humanly strong, fast, thinks fast, etc. as a New God. Having Dan be if Danny gave into his urges for violence and rage and becoming a loyal follower of Darkseid could be a very interesting take on his character.

Oh also I gotta shove the idea in there that Big Barda finds Danny and trains him in the Female Furies combat regimen. (VERY short summary for Big Barda: Mister Miracles wife. Apokoliptian. Was one of Granny Goodness’s Female Furies before ditching Apokolips to be with Scott. The ‘big’ is because she’s insanely tall. She’s an insanely skilled combatant and is super pretty and will wipe the floor with her foes entrails.)

Y’all there’s so much you can do with this look at the possibilities of funky fics you could write. I’d highly recommend doing at least a small google about the New Gods to get an idea of the races backstory, the history of the comic, and the technology they possess. I didn’t detail everything in my Darkseid and Orion explanations so I’d HIGHLY recommend doing some research yourself.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #chaotic-threat #Darkseid

[wisdomssdaughterr]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER SIX → BREAKING NEWS

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown. 

word count. 3.5k

warnings: cannon typical violence, child-abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. slight cannon divergence. 

previous chapter ← → next chapter

Helping Sunshine search for her sister proved to be useless; they didn’t find her, and even though Sunshine was impossibly hard to read, it was clear as day that she was growing more disheartened. During their search, he tried to coax some more information out of her in regard to her sister. 

“If I’m going to help you look, I sort of need to know what she looks like,” he said, walking beside her down the sidewalk along the outskirts of downtown Hawkins. 

Sunshine walked with rigid posture, but, at the same time, looked like she was trying to fold into herself and out of sight from anyone around her. The hood of her jacket was pulled up, covering her hair and obstructing the view of her face. Her hands stayed shoved in her pockets, and she looked around at everything cautiously. 

With a small sigh, she said, “She’s younger than me.” 

“How old?” 

Sunshine was quiet for a long moment, thinking before she answered with a shrug. “I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know how old your sister is?” She shook her head. Steve paid more attention to the side of her covered head than to the surrounding that he knew like the back of his hand. Town was quiet, per usual, which made their search a little easier. 

He pressed his lips in a thin line, contemplating his next words carefully. “Do you know how old you are?” In literally any other circumstance, that question would be offensive. But in her case, Steve wasn’t sure that question would be so insane to ask. 

And he was right because Sunshine bowed her head and stared at the sidewalk under their feet like she was almost ashamed of her answer. 

“No,” she whispered, and that feeling that whoever the girl was, was nothing but bad news. But he didn’t push any further; partly because her voice sounded watery and he was not equid to handle anyone crying, and because the closer he got to an answer, the more he felt freaked out. He needed to know exactly how to approach the big-money question he needed to ask. But right then, out in public while they searched for her sister was not the time nor the place for that. 

“Can you tell me what she looks like, at least?” 

Sunshine nodded slowly and glanced at him. “Her eyes are brown. Her hair, it’s short; really short. Shorter than yours. And, uh, she this tall.” She held up her hand to about her torso. “She’s probably scared. I-I…” she trailed off, sniffled, then set her jaw like she didn’t want to show up upset she was. 

“Hey,” Steve said softly as gazed out onto the empty road ahead of them. “We’ll find her. And if we can’t, I’m sure someone will and they’ll help her find her way to you.” 

That didn’t seem to ease any of Sunshine’s overwhelming worry, but she nodded, and they carried on until a little after lunch when Steve had to head back to school. 

He had no issue playing hooky, but he had a game that evening and if he missed another class period that day, his coach would have to bench him. That, and Nancy had promised to come to his game, and he didn’t want her to come to watch him sit the entire time. 

As some kind of compensation, he reminded Sunshine she could stay with him until her sister showed up; he just hoped that happened before his parents returned from their latest business trip. 

When he returned to school, he was bombarded with news from Carol’s friend, Nicole, that she caught a kid in the grade below developing photos taken at Steve’s little get-together the night prior. 

Jonathan Byers, another Hawkins basket case, as he was known to the kids like Steve. A loner, with a deadbeat dad and a mother who people in Hawkins thought was one misstep away from landing herself in Penhurst or something. 

Steve never bothered with kids like Jonathan, he didn’t need to. They ran in different circles and lived in different worlds. But Nicole was positive that he’d taken photos of all of them in Steve’s backyard and some through his windows. 

So, after the last bell rang, Steve and his friends met Jonathan at his car and snatched the photos from his hands. 

Nicole had been right. There were pictures of them gathered on the lounge chairs in his backyard, and ones of Nancy undressing in Steve’s bedroom window. That was more than enough to spark anger in Steve, but there were other photos too, ones of the strange girl who was in trouble. And while Steve was still unsure of what Sunshine was involved in, he knew that someone having photos of her was probably bad. 

Everything about what Jonathan did was uncalled for; it was violating, and the excuse that he was searching for his brother didn’t cut it. 

Steve dangled the teen’s camera in front of him before he let go, and let it shatter into pieces on the asphalt. Carol and Nicole tore up the photograph, and Nancy shoved the ones of her into her bag. 

He hoped that was the end of it and left the lot to get dressed for the game, but his mind was too preoccupied. There were too many questions; too many confusing things that had happened in such a short succession it made his head spin. 

With his heavy head, he was less than focused on the game, and they lost, which left him in an even bitterer mood. That, and the fact that Nancy seemed to be avoiding him. She changed plans last minute and missed the game, and Steve felt like he was slowly losing his grip on the things around him. 

After what felt like a lifetime, the day drew to a close and he drifted into a dreamless slumber. 

When he awoke the next morning, he had a plan to get some control back. He needed answers out of the girl who’d been crashing on his couch, real answers. Once he got those, Steve felt like he’d be better able to handle the spiral he seemed to be falling down. He had his own problems; he didn’t need or want the added mystery of hers. 

Downstairs, Sunshine was seated on the floor in front of the television set with a blanket draped over her boney shoulders and her knees pulled up to her chest. She watched the TV so intensely she didn’t look over when he entered the living room. 

The droning voice of the newscaster filled the space in his otherwise quiet home. “Byers’ body was found in the water of this quarry by state police last night. It was discovered by state trooper David O’Bannon, just after dark. The state police are mounting an investigation-” 

Steve switched off the TV and drew Sunshine's attention to him. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice wavering in confidence just slightly. 

He rehearsed what he was going to say in the mirror while he got ready. He knew that she was still skittish, and he didn’t want to completely freak her out by asking questions, but he needed some kind of substantial answers. 

Sunshine nodded and rose to her feet. Steve led their way into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. Silence stretched between them while Steve made himself busy making up two mugs of coffee and running over what he was going to say and how he was going to say it one more time. 

Sunshine sat concentrated on the window that overlooked the backyard until the coffee was done, then she stared at the contents of her mug like she was studying it. 

“Listen,” he began. “I’m cool with you staying here until you find your sister.” 

He was. Strangely, he liked the company. Steve had been alone almost exclusively since he was old enough to be left at home by himself. Having someone else there, who wasn’t a drunk Tommy or Carol, was a nice change. Would he have preferred someone he knew a bit better? Sure. 

“But you’ve gotta tell me the truth, okay? No bullshit. You’ve gotta tell me exactly who you’re hiding from, who you’re in trouble with.”

He didn’t think that was some outrageous request, but by the startled look that flashed across Sunshine’s face, maybe she thought it was. 

Steve watched closely as her fingers wrapped tightly around the hot mug of coffee, and how her brows furrowed. 

“Bad men,” she repeated from the night they first met. 

Steve sighed, “Yeah, I get that. But what kind of bad men? Do you mean your dad? Or someone in your family?” 

The only solid theory he had was that she ran away from her parents, but there was something in her expression that told Steve he was wrong. 

“No,” she said with a harsh edge in her voice. “He is not m-my dad.” 

She was defensive over that fact; Steve grew more unnerved by the fear that rolled off of Sunshine. He didn’t know what could scare a person that bad. Her finger trembled against the coffee mug and her shoulders were stiff. 

“Okay, not your dad. But did you, like, live with him? Did he take care of you and your sister?” Maybe she was from some foster home; Steve heard stories of foster kids running away. That made some sense until she looked up and met his eyes. 

Her jaw was hard-set, and anger pulled at each feature on her face. It was a look that almost made Steve recoil. 

“We had to stay with him, with them. We couldn’t…” she trailed off and closed her eyes. Steve stayed silent, hoping she’d continue. “We couldn’t leave. S-Stuck. We were stuck.” 

Stuck. They couldn’t leave. Steve didn’t like the territory they were treading in. 

“You couldn’t leave. Or…or would he, they, whoever, not let you leave?” 

Sunshine opened her eyes, and they were glossed over. “Trapped.” 

All words were lost on his tongue, and he took a moment to really understand what Sunshine was trying to tell him. She and her sister were trapped or had been until they ran away, by bad men; men who weren’t their family. Everything about their situation screamed in red-warning signs. 

Why, out of all people, did Steve find the only kind of trouble to ever happen in Hawkins? Why him? He was a teenage boy, he didn’t know how to handle anything serious; at least, he didn’t think he could. No, he knew he wasn’t equipped to handle anything like a girl and her sister being trapped or stuck by “bad men.” 

It didn’t seem real. Things like that, bad things like that, didn’t happen there. Steve lived in a bubble in Hawkins; he liked that bubble. And it felt like the girl in front of him was moments away from popping it. 

His throat was dry, but he continued his line of questioning, despite himself. “How…how bad are these men you’re talking about?” 

Sunshine looked at him dead in the eyes; a chill ran down his spine. She swallowed and whispered, “Bad. Horrible.” There was a beat and she glanced down at her hand where the sleeve of her borrowed sweatshirt was pulled down, almost covering her hand entirely. “They are monsters.” 

The tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes told Steve just want he did not want to hear. A surge of panic ran through him. Shitty parents Steve could handle. But what she brought to the table was too much. Whoever the “bad men” were, they were obviously a lot worse than Steve had anticipated. He couldn’t not do something; he could not tell someone. They did something to her to make her that scared and that skittish. Her situation was serious; too serious for him to handle at all, let alone on his own. 

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled. 

She noted the panic written across his face and sat up a little straighter. “It’s not safe-” she began, but Steve cut her off with a shake of his head. 

“Yeah, no shit it’s not safe!” His voice was loud enough to make her flinch, but he paid no mind to that as he crossed the kitchen toward the landline. “Listen, I have to call the police. They can help you. I can’t.” He grabbed the phone just as she stood up. 

“No, no, no. Please!” she pleaded, raising her own voice to match his. “You can’t call anyone. You can’t! You don’t understand.” 

Steve shook his head. “I’m sorry!” But he wasn’t. He didn’t understand, she was right. He couldn’t help her; not with bad men, and not if he was put in just as much trouble as she was with those people. The police would know what to do, and they’d take care of it. At the very least, they’d take it out of his hands and out of his home. 

“You’re in trouble, I get it. But I can’t be in trouble too. I can’t help you.” 

Steve’s fingers shook slightly as he started to dial the cops. His actions faltered at her next words. 

“They’ll come after you. They’ll find you and they…they’ll hurt you.” 

He didn’t know if that was supposed to be a threat or a warning; he took it as both and as another reason to make it someone else's responsibility. 

“That’s exactly why I’m calling the police! They can help-” 

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Sunshine yelled, “No!” in one last attempt to stop him. She stayed in the same spot a couple of feet away, and only raised her hand to pull the phone away from his hands, but she was too far to reach it. 

Yet, even though she didn’t touch him or the phone, he was struck by something. A disorienting flash of light suddenly blinded his vision painfully. It caught him off-guard in the most confounding of ways. He dropped his grip on the phone and yelled out in pain that stung his eyes. He pressed his fingers against his eyelids; his back hit the wall. 

Little dots danced across his vision like the kind that appear when you stare at the sun for just a second too long. He rubbed his eyes for a moment until they were free from the dots and his vision came back, somewhat. 

Through his watery gaze, he looked in front of him to where Sunshine had just stood, but there was no one there. The room was empty, and he was all alone. 

The phone dangled from its cord just above the floor, and he stayed rooted in place. As his eyes readjusted, he noticed a stream of sunlight that flooded the hallway that led to the front room, where the front door stood wide open, letting in the cold November air. 

The pair of shoes and coat Steve gave Sunshine were gone, as was she. 

His heart beat wildly inside his chest and his mind tumbled further down the spiral he was stuck in. 

Steve had no idea what the hell had just happened. He didn’t know why his eyes burned or where that white-hot flash of light had come from. He didn’t know where the stranger from the woods had gone. It was like she just vanished into thin air. 

Once he worked up the nerve, he stumbled forward, toward the spot she had just stood. On the floor, a single drop of blood stained a light tile.

→←

Sunshine’s legs burned as she ran through the woods. Her heart felt heavy in her chest, slowing her down alongside her fear. 

The sun was high in the sky, but it did little to melt the somber mood that invaded her brain. 

She messed up; Sunshine knew that. The habit of acting on impulse as a means of survival was so deeply rooted within her, that the second Steve picked up the phone to ultimately send her back into the cold and unforgiving hands of those inside Hawkins National Laboratory, Sunshine did the only thing she knew how to do to stop him. 

There was no way for her to come back after that; that’s why she ran out of the house before his sight returned. Sunshine kissed goodbye to a warm home and a kind boy all because she didn’t know how to dissolve situations without some kind of act of aggression or violence. 

And for the second time that week, she was lost in the woods and all alone. 

Before her and Eleven’s escape, she believed that nearly everyone in the world was as cold as the bad men inside the Lab, but the very first person she met in the outside world was the opposite of that. Steve was nice. He gave her a safe place to stay, clean clothes, sweet coffee, and even helped her search for her sister. While there were too many words exchanged between them, Sunshine had taken a liking to him. He wasn’t broken like the kids she was raised with. He had a different perspective, a different life. Steve was normal. That was impossibly strange to her, but it was nice at the same time. 

But she couldn’t go back. He probably already called the police, and his house was probably being stormed at that very moment. At least without Sunshine there, Steve stood a much better chance at avoiding the Lab’s full wrath. However, that meant that the hunt for her and Eleven would rage out. 

They knew they were still in Hawkins, and it was only a matter of time before everyone came crashing down around them. That was if Eleven was even still aimless roaming and not already back in their hands. 

It seemed like awful things happened all across town that morning. 

Sunshine caught the end of a new report that covered the death of a young boy whose body was pulled from the quarry the night prior. 

A strangled grunt mixed with a cry left her lips just as her legs gave out from under her. She fell against the damp ground with a pathetic yelp. 

Rotting leaves and dirt stained the fabric of her stolen sweatpants as she crawled over to the nearest tree and rested her back up against it. Pulling her jacket tighter around her shoulders, Sunshine gazed out among the sprawling woodland ahead of her. 

She felt defeated. She managed to screw everything up and managed to lose every last person who tried to help her. Eleven, the girl she promised to protect, was out of her grasp, and she risked the safety of a boy who had no idea what he signed up for when he let her stay at his house. 

There was a time when Sunshine saw herself as the doctors inside the Lab did. She saw herself as a fighter, a killer, a child capable of impossible feats of science. But she wasn’t any of those things anymore. When it all boiled down, she felt like nothing more than a lost child. 

It didn’t matter if she wished on glow-in-the-dark stars or real ones, she was past the point of becoming someone - something - else. She had no parents to protect her, no older sisters to chase away the nightmares, and no friend to hold her hand. 

There was only Sunshine - Seven - alone in the woods and unsure of what she was supposed to do next. 

If Ivy - Two - was there with her, she’d tell Sunshine a story and try to take her mind off of the spiral of thoughts that invaded her head. Ivy always knew what to do. She was the calm yet deadly tide. One moment, she was pressing kisses to the foreheads of crying children not much younger than herself, and the next she was ripping apart the minds of soldiers. 

Ivy’s abilities never scared Sunshine; not like they should have. To her, Ivy was like an ocean. Anyone who ventured too close was swallowed whole by raging, unforgiving waves, but in the right weather, she was a calm surf that lulled you into a state of peace. 

She was supposed to be there; she was supposed to be with Sunshine like she promised. Instead, she was long gone and buried underneath the Lab, along with countless other children. 

Sunshine didn’t save any of them. She didn’t save Ivy. She didn’t save Nine or Ten. She got closer with Eleven but lost her in the escape. Sunshine couldn’t even save herself. 

A harsh breeze rustled the trees and stung the bruises that littered her face. Closing her eyes, she rested her head up against the tree in an attempt to stop the tears that threatened to fall. 

A part of her wanted to wave the white flag and tell the doctors that they’d won. She wanted to scream into the vast expanse of trees and tell whoever was listening to put her out of her misery. But Hawkins was done with her yet, and the woods were no place to die.

Tagged → @thearcher-winchester-version @sattlersquarry @suniloli

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x original character #stranger things fic #stranger things season one #stranger things moodboard #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington slow burn

[midnightscxre]

@napalmvein ˙[ Closed starter -- side thread ]

The sound of rolling tires on moist gravel pierced the darkness of the unholy hour. If it weren't for the dim light that barely made its way through the high windows of the old Spanish colonial house, gloomy evening would have mercilessly engulfed everything around it when the American muscle's headlights went off. Scarlet haired woman didn't realize how long she had been driving, the beautiful peaceful landscape where the crickets serenaded the moon, the tall grass swaying gently in the hot breeze, the edge of the forest stretching along the north side of the valley. . . she would have admired everything while keeping the oxygen in her lungs if her tunnel focus had not been on the red dot on the smartphone screen, which showed the destination of the entered coordinates. Clare fought with fangs and claws like a she-wolf defending her cubs to get hold of those numbers, to get the ' map ' that would lead her to him.

She never forgot to close the door and turn the key in the lock of her tin pet, now -- the car was left with the driver's door wide open, while the feet swallowed the meters. . . Blood pump was beating mercilessly, pulse hitting the soft skin, lower lip smeared with a blooming scarlet drips because how much the woman was gnawing away from the nervousness that was ripping the guts. She leapt up four stairs like a gazelle on the run, grabbing the door and gasping for air -- she didn't even let up, didn't take a break. A fist slammed aggressively on the door at least five times before a clear, penetrating voice joined the din. " Vincent?! Vincet open up! " the full name left a strange aftertaste on soft muscle, she always used the shortened version.

Worry poured from every pore as the seconds of deafening silence became a minute. A couple of thunderous fresh knocks, this time hitting the underside of the weathered mahogany door with the tip of her sneaker. " Vincet, open the door! " The palms were covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, the stomach was heaving bile. . . What if he is not conscious? What if the injuries are so dangerous and severe that it is impossible to make a sound, let alone reach the door? The thought injected a new dose of trepidation, dread possessing the hourglass shape as some ancient demon. Darting to the nearest window and getting on the tip of the toes, jade irises jumped from left to right in dismay, like a pink pong ball that players throw over the net. A thick layer of dust and a handful of thrown things obstructed the clear view. Few curses fell between the gritted teeth as she lunged at the door again, ready to break the lock with a porch chair.

Clink

Like an angel's trumpet, the sound of the door unlocking froze her in place with relief, but that feeling evaporated like water in the burning sun when she saw a beautiful face full of cuts, a swollen eye, a stooped posture that was not at all characteristic of this man who exuded strength. .Fatigue, exhaustion, pain, and confusion marred everything that normally graced his attitude... drilling a hole in the readhead's heart. " Vinc. . . wha. . . " eyes glazed with teardrops caused by tremendous concern by witnessing Vince's agony, scanned him anxiously. Darting toward the man, delicate hand pressed on the prominent jaw, lifting his head up, other slipping under the ribs as if she wanted to hold him upright. " What happened?! Why aren't you in a damn hospital? " Pointless questions, knowing answer to both, but refusing to make peace with them. Fury rose along the other unpleasant emotions of the harsh fact that Paul rather had Vince in that damn bug-like man's ' one minute ' care to save himself from suspicion from the real doctors. " Where else are you hurt? Are you feeling nauseous, headache, weakness? " Checking the pupils but barely making anything in the pitch black of the night, Clare tenderly lowered the hand to his chest then slid it gently to his ribs. " Are any of your bones broken? Can you breathe normally? " Fearing that his hunched posture might be the result of a fractured ribs, she continued to examine him.

#JS0AODOJDD HERE IT IS --THE SIDE THREAD * HEART EYES* #I am in full Mike Tyson meme mode -- this bitching aint escaping the emotions now...... #Bitches ** #napalmvien: vince #ft. clare

[justcallmeanobsessor]

-An unexpected obsession-

This is just a dabble of something that I may or may not extend on.

Trigger Warning: implied abuse, start of obsessive behavior, a bit yandere

All I can remember was that I was running, running as fast as I could, to get away from them. I can still feel the way my lungs burned as I struggled to get a breath in through the heavy rain and my quickening movements. My knees starting to give out from exhaustion but the memory of their faces taunting my every move, dragging me back to that hell they called home, It kept me moving forward knowing the pain I would receive if I stopped would be so much worse than the what I feel in my tired legs.

The day had started out like any other would in the midst of spring, gloomy, with gray clouds stretching out for miles like an endless sea of water, blocking out the rays of glistening sunlight, leading me to be more weary than I already have been for the past few weeks. It was raining harder than ever, as I rapidly moved my heaving legs to the bus stop a few blocks away from where I came from. The water from the puddles soaked through my shoes numbing my toes with its frigid temperatures, my hair stuck to my face obstructing my view, along with my already drowsy state pulling down my eyelids like shutters to a window, I guess that's what led me to this situation.

I could barely see past my soaked hair and the downpour of rain, that when someone else appeared in front of me I was too slow to stop from crashing into their back with such a force that I immediately bounced back with a groan, falling with the impact of it. Even though I was falling I did not hit the ground, I then realized the said person caught me by my sleeve like it was nothing, as if I was but a mere weight of a feather compared to their strength that they held me with, but yet their hold on me was as gentle as you would hold a flower petal.

She was gorgeous, like nothing i've seen before, her hair was dark red and cut into a short wavy bob that framed her face perfectly, she was tall and regal like a goddess of sorts, and held herself with such confidence and an air of calmness that I immediately felt at ease and admired her for everything she was though I new she was someone I could never even begin to compare to.

“Are you ok darling?” She spoke with such ease it made me swoon more than I already was. Darling, she called ME darling. That is all I could think of, such a loving word usually reserved for those you care for and here she is calling me, a stranger with no real interesting aspects, darling.

“Uh, yes i'm alright, thank you for catching me” I flashed an awkward smile at her while inside I hoped she would stay or give me her name so that I just might have a chance of finding her again and maybe just a little for the sake of knowing such a perfect person by name. Honestly, I wouldn't really have the confidence to talk to her. Especially when it seems so easy for her while I struggle to even say ‘hi’, though deep down I fantasize about how effortless a conversation with this angle might be, if only I could say something more.

In return she smiled back with closed lips, with her smile reaching every part of her face in a bright glow, wrinkling the corner of her eyes, emerald gems that shone with an emotion I could not uncover but it was not sad or happy but almost curious. But that is absurd, there is no reason for her to be feeling those things, to be interested in such a heinous person as me.

After our small exchange of grins we parted our ways with a kind goodbye and a wave of our hands, no exchange of names or ways to contact the other again but maybe just maybe this might not be the last time we meet.

#yandere #thriller #obsession #obsessive love #dark past #short story #yandere post #yandere x oc #divider by cafekitsune

[tell-tale-taeil]

Okay since I have a few free hours for myself I thought I'd finnaly sum up my thoughts about the NCT Dream show in Berlin. And since I'm the "Do not step on the grass!" type of boomer, I'll start with the negatives.

First of all, what the fuck.

The event page said "camping not allowed," so I was kind of surprised when I saw several queues and people sitting down by the entrances with blankets and stuff the day before. But whatever. When we reached the arena around 4PM the next day, we were impressed by the way the queues are lined and how people are pretty organized. Right at the front, there was like a "camping site" where a bunch of people was sitting down in their blankets, on pillows, with their stuff, food, drinks, everything..... They were sitting right in front of the entrance, right in front of the door, surely they'd reach the stage first. But for whatever reason as soon as the door opened and they started letting people in, they abandonded all their stuff? Just left it on the ground. For other people to sprain their ankle on. I couldn't believe it, by the time I got closer to the entrance, I stepped on several blankets, duvets, full unopened bottles of water, somebody's dinner leftovers and dozens of posters that the fans were oh so proudly holding just a moment ago. I don't understand why you have to act this way? Please be responsible for your stuff???? Act like an adult, you are not 13 years old. I don't speak German but there are certain words I do understand and one of them is "schwein" which a German mom in front of me kept repeating, and I felt so embarrassed for the whole community. Shame on you. And shout out to the homeless guy who got really rich that evening.

Second of all, I can't blame people for being tall, I can't really blame the fans for waving the lighsticks even when they're holding it five centimeters away from my face making me blind, cause that's what you do at concerts. But come on, stop with the phones, guys, please! People shooting whole freaking movies like some girls didn't even stop to look at the actual stage, the Dreamies were 10 meters away from you!!!!!! I wanted to shake them so bad like "Look!! They're there! The actual humans!! Right there!" But like whatever, you want to shoot the whole thing, sure, film away, but do not obstruct my view please. It was already pretty hard to see and then when everybody and I mean everybody held up their phones, I literally couldn't see anything. Just the screens. I was mad and very very frustrated. And what nearly drove me over the edge was the fans that wanted to capture the atmosphere of the arena by filming the fans too. People sitting a hundred meters away from you in the dark probably wouldn't mind, but me standing next to you sure do mind a lot. One of the girls in front me made a panoramatic shot every 30 seconds, her phone would fly centimeters away from my face, I'm telling you, girl, I do not want to be in your video. I don't.

All of this made me genuinely not enjoy the show. I couldn't see properly, not only the stage, but also the big screens. All I could see were the phone screens which made me feel like I'm watching just another YouTube video. I also got super self-aware and was too scared to move or shout or sing cause I knew all of that is going to be in yall's videos so...

Just wanted to say this.

#I guess I am too old #next time I'll just buy a ticket with a seat and it'll be fine #NCT #NCT Dream #The Dream show #Berlin

[grumpyfaceurn]

my life in the past four weeks or so (save for the one week of actual sailing) has been spent in a wikipedia rabbit hole on sailing terminology and fasciation of just how weird everything is

anyway, today’s special shout out for absurdity i’ve only just discovered goes to the spritsail

like seriously wtf is that. yeah let’s put a large piece of cloth right where it obstructs all view towards where we’re going!

the other mention is more of a long term (un)favourite that keeps popping up in my quest to understand what kind of tall ship is which and I just want to say that barquentines are freaking absurd to look at

honestly. this is just perverse.

(brigantines, you’re on thin fucking ice)

#Goes on a five day sail trip #Immediately develops OPINIONS

[akilsposts]

The Tigers of Bandipur

Elections were a funny business. His party had been ruling the state and were suitably discredited to warrant being dumped out of power. However, the biggest opposition party was so in opposition with itself that even he, the master campaigner, had a day off. Suddenly, he found himself with no bridges to inaugurate, no trains to flag off, no foreigners to share lingering embraces, and not even peacocks to play with. He had been in and around Karnataka for weeks now. If only it was Delhi, he could have arranged for a photoshoot atop the Red Fort. Feeling despondent, he was almost on the verge of a breakdown when a junior manager, eager to please, piped up,

"Let us do a photoshoot in Bandipur with some wild tigers."

The manager knew he was in for a promotion or at least a pay hike when he saw the 56-inches chest puff up with renewed determination.

Within no time, the 56-inches chest and its owner, and all his SPG were airlifted and dropped into the sweltering heat of Bandipur forests. What followed would have put to shame state-of-art Hollywood studios, as truckloads of shooting equipment were strategically installed. Powerful cameras capable of capturing the grandiosity of his perfectly groomed beard from as far away as 2 kilometres were set up all over the place. A few monkey families had to be forcibly evacuated from treetops as cameramen scrambled up tall trees and hung on for dear lives. A crane which was set up to hold a wide-lens camera frightened away all the deer in the vicinity. The forest officials were put to work as a few trees which obstructed the most ideal shots were pulled up by their roots! The security personnel took care of the rest. Everything was in place for the grand entry.

Our Hero had, in the meanwhile, dressed up in a chic get-up that would rival all the Khans of Bollywood. His costume team had clad him in designer khakhis, a wide brimmed hat, dark cooling glasses, and a binocular to hold. The jacket, a last minute, addition was his own idea. After all, what better way to beat the heat than a thick, old jacket! The cameras started rolling as the Bolero with our Hero emerged atop the hill. The driver had an unenviable job of stopping at all the pre-determined photo points, which was every two metres. The well-positioned cameras gobbled up his face and robust figure. The master campaigner played to an imaginary audience as shots after shots captured him in all manners of poses. There were even some which caught him waving at the trees! Fifty metres into the ride, the Director requested the Hero to alight from the jeep, walk to a nearby rock, and gaze through the binoculars into eternity. A young security personnel who was new on the team was about to remind that the cooling glasses needed to be removed for a clearer view, but was saved by a senior colleague who restrained him in time. Different angles were shot when someone noticed a problem. There were no animals in any of the photos! A security personnel was immediately sent into the forest cover. On receiving the go ahead, he raised his gun to the sky and let out a round of bullets. The gunshots startled all the birds from their perches, and they rose in unison to the blue skies. A well timed photo captured the perfect scene from behind our Hero. Basking in the attention, he had turned to find a photographer who was charmed by the birds and was still capturing them. The photographer was duly reminded in no polite terms of all the amenities in Tihar Jail. Suitably chastised, the photographer clicked on the camera like his life depended on it. Needless to say, all cameras were put to good use. As the photoshoot was drawing to an end, our Hero appeared increasingly disgruntled,

"Where are the tigers?" The tone foretold an impending tantrum.

The young manager, whose idea led to the day's proceedings, was a picture of devotion when he said,

"My lord, how can there be two tigers in one forest?"

The message was well-received. The implied tiger roared a self-gratified laugh.

"True, indeed!" It was a hot day well spent.

************

[christas-museum]

The Child Manuela: Mädchen in Uniform book (new translation)

CHAPTER 2: V

For more parts (updates are at least once a week), click #The Child Manuela translation

The next morning came. Lela had held back during the big break. Arm in arm with Jeanne Amos, she walked around the playground, peacefully chewing her bread as if nothing had happened and as if nothing should happen. She watched Eva secretly. Eva—with an apple in one hand and a book she was reading in the other—had stepped out of the door slowly. Now she was leaning her back against the wall, standing on one foot, one knee bent, leaning against the wall. Eva was reading and saw and heard nothing. From time to time she bit into the apple. Every time Lela passed by, she had palpitations. When children ran past and obstructed her view of Eva, she became reluctant. Eva had a red dress on with a short pleated skirt and a white boy's collar. Her soft blonde hair fell over her face as she read. Her hands were white and her fingers were pointed. Lela knew Eva's way home. When the bell rang at twelve o'clock, she was the first to run out of school, having prepared everything well. Not home; because she turned the corner to the right and ran a couple more houses, where she knew about a wide house entrance. There she tore the hair bow from her braid and loosened her hair as if it had come undone while running. She hated her hairstyle. She threw her school bag to the ground and grabbed her hair with both hands. Then she shook herself like a dog fixing their fur after a caress and put her sailor's cap on again.

Now she was peering out for Eva, who was really coming along alone, swinging the briefcase. Lela's heart was pounding in her throat. But she approached Eva bravely and asked modestly, "May I carry the briefcase for you?" She blushed and was hot. Without looking at Eva, she grabbed her briefcase and walked beside her.

Eva laughed.

"Where did you come from? Have you been waiting for me?" She said, obviously flattered.

Lela could only nod. The briefcase was heavy.

"You see," Eva said, "that's what you get out of it! Why do you have a crush on me too? You'll get yourself in trouble now."

"I don't have a crush on you at all," Lela said defiantly.

"So, well, let's see!" Eva made a move, so that Lela got between her and the wall of the house, she pushed her up to the wall, so that Lela couldn't get out of the way. Eva's hands were on her shoulder and she steered them backwards until they touched the wall of the house.

Lela had a schoolbag in each hand and was completely helpless. Slowly, Eva let her hands go up Lela's neck and play with ears. Lela had never fainted. Tears of fear stood in her eyes.

"Look at me! Right in the eyes!"

Lela didn't; in the most insane shame she threw the books to the ground and grabbed Eve's arms.

"Well, you want to defend yourself?" laughed Eva. "That would be the very last!" And she gave her a light slap. "You Indian girl!"

Lela felt her knees wobble. Then Eva let go of her." Well, all right, if you don't want to, then don't! I can live without you, my child."

She picked up her briefcase from the ground and prepared to leave. "Adieu," she said, but Lela could not return the not at all friendly greeting; because she was choking on something in her throat.

So, now everything was spoiled! Now Eva would never, ever talk to her again! Why had she been so stupid? Brooding, head hanging, eyes on the ground, she slowly trotted homewards.

Of course Berti was already waiting for her. Berti was tall for his fourteen years. Although Lela was also the tallest in the class, she always felt small compared to Bert.

"Well, have you talked to her? What happened?" he asked quickly and quietly and went into her room after her.

Manuela got rid of her clothes calmly. "Do you really have a crush on her?"

Bert was outraged.

"Crush, that's what girls have; I admire her."

Lela said calmly, "So?" And remained silent. He couldn't get any more out of her for today also and ended the discussion by saying that she was just a unobliging and stupid person who didn't understand anything, and that was the last time he had confided in her.

The door was shut with a bang. Lela remained strangely unmoved. Usually, when Berti quarreled with her, she had regularly cried heart-wrenchingly. But something had changed today. Almost cheerfully, she went in to the table.

#The Child Manuela #Das Mädchen Manuela #Mädchen in Uniform #Madchen in Uniform #Christa Winsloe #The Child Manuela translation #Christa's museum

[chloearit]

"How far is the evacuation?" she yells.

"Almost complete! Just a few stragglers holding out."

"Idiots."

It's been 20 hours since the creature was detected. I haven't had any sleep since, and I probably won't for a while. Not that I need it.

"Expected landfall in five minutes."

"Already? Where's the Mecha?"

"Launched. Should be here any minute. Can you see it yet?"

I look up from the display. Where I stand the view to the coastline is obstructed by buildings.

"No."

I run over to her. She's found a spot on the bridge where the river clears the view.

"I hope they have a plan. Whatever it is, they're not telling me."

"It's good enough they're letting us know this much. As far as they know, we're nobody."

"Right."

We look out onto the sea.

Then we both see it: Movement in the sea. It's here.

"Well. This is it."

Slowly, the creature rises from the water. Four-legged, with much stronger forelimbs, webbed feet, fish-like smooth skin, clearly equipped for swimming - unsurprising considering its speed so far.

"So that's a demon..." She stares at it, transfixed.

"Yes. - Amazing, isn't it?"

"I would have expected it to look... weirder."

"Our world, our rules. Magic can bend the laws of physics, but it can't break them. All the sightings of angels throughout history were merely projecting their appearance, no creature from this far out has ever truly entered our world the way this thing has. At least not that we know."

"Can it see us?"

"I doubt it. We're tiny. Could you spot an ant from ten metres away?"

"Let's hope you're right."

Finally, the mech arrives, flying in from behind the creature and landing a hit on its jaw, tearing its face open.

The creature dwarfs it, standing almost twice as tall. The machine gets a few hits in, before it is swatted aside. Then, the demon turns to us.

"Oh shit."

For a moment, everything is still. It just looks at us, and we look back. Then it starts coming towards us, and we run.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a car race past us and stop on the bridge where we just stood. I stop.

A girl with long, bright green hair steps out and turns to the creature now barrelling towards her, raises her hand, and speaks.

"DROP DEAD"

Immediately, the creature stumbles and collapses in front of her, taking a bit of the bridge down as it comes to a halt. She doesn't flinch.

She looks at us, points to her car, and says "Get in."

Seeing our hesitation, she adds. "Now. Questions later."

We get in the car.

With utmost confidence, she speeds through the abandoned streets to the site of the crashed mech.

The pilot has already gotten out and  is sitting on the machine's arm.

The girl gets out and climbs up to her, leaving us to watch.

"Who is she?" my partner finally asks.

"I have an idea."

We watch as the two of them embrace and sit down together.

"Was this their plan?"

"Almost certainly." I smirk. "The Avatar of the Soul is known for being remarkably uncooperative, but she has a soft spot for one of the pilots of Hunter Wave 5."

"That's her?"

"Almost certainly."

"Do you think she'll help us?"

"Yes. She can probably barely contain her excitement to be living through the end of the world."

"What an odd person."

"You'd be too if you'd lived for 300 years."

"What!? She barely looks 18!"

"She's the Avatar of the Soul. Life and death are her domain. And she's one with her spirit. If anything in this world can be called a god, it's her."

// by Jay

// originally published October 8, 2022

#fiction #microfiction #empty spaces #science fiction #action #mecha #kaiju #Jay #Su-Bin #The Last Human Century

[mooounicsss]

The Top 5 Ways To Use A Trail Camera This Season

Anyway, what is accepted and accepted by people is trail camera sale.

Hunting is one of the oldest and most popular activities in the world. And with good reason: it’s a great way to kill some time outdoors, capture some great photos and potentially bag a big animal. But hunting isn’t just for seasoned hunters—even novice photographers can take advantage of trail cameras this season. In this blog post, we’ll explore the top 5 ways to use a trail camera this season. From scouting out new game trails to capturing stunning wildlife scenes, read on to learn everything you need to get started with trail cams this year.

Tips for Taking Pictures

Trail cameras are a great tool to use during the hunting season. Here are some tips for taking pictures with your trail camera: 1. Choose the right camera for your needs. There are different types of cameras available, so make sure to choose the one that is best suited for your specific hunting scenario. For example, if you're looking to take pictures of game in close range, a compact camera might be a better option than a larger model. 2. Scout out the area you'll be hunting before setting up your camera. This will help you get an idea of the best places to set up your camera and capture photos of your prey. 3. Consider setting up multiple cameras in different areas if you're looking to capture a variety of wildlife shots. By having several cameras set up around an area, you'll be more likely to catch footage of animals crossing your path or interacting with each other. 4. Keep an eye on your trail camera constantly while hunting so that you can quickly snap photos when something interesting happens. This way, you'll be able to capture footage that will truly reflect how you enjoyed your hunt!

Shooting Tips

If you're looking to take some great wildlife photos this season, there are a few tips you can follow to help get the shots you want. One of the best ways to do this is by using a trail camera. Here are some tips for shooting with a trail camera: -Choose your location wisely. Make sure the location you choose has good wildlife viewing opportunities, and is free from obstructions like tall trees or other structures that could block your shot. -Prepare yourself and your camera properly. Set up your camera in a spot where it will be safe from weather conditions and debris, and make sure your lenses are clean and free of dust or lint. -Set the timer correctly. Try setting the camera to take pictures every 1, 2, or 10 minutes, depending on what kind of wildlife you're looking to capture. If you're trying to capture large game like deer or elk, try setting the timer for 30 minutes or longer so you have plenty of shots without having to wait too long between each one.

Conclusion

Trail cameras are a great way to capture images of wildlife in the wild, without having to physically be there. They offer a unique perspective that can be hard to obtain otherwise, and they make for great photos and videos year-round. Here are five ways to use your trail camera this season: 1) Take scenic shots of nature - A beautiful forest or valley with a trail camera perched high up will give you an amazing view that would be difficult or impossible to get any other way. 2) Catch sneaky critters in the act - Watching animals come out of hiding and explore your garden or park is always fun. If you have a good lens, you can even get close up shots of them! 3) Document Special Events - A camera set up near the entranceway of your child's soccer game will capture all the excitement as parents rush in to pick their kids up after practice. Or set it up at your favorite fishing spot and watch as people come in for lunch every day. 4) Capture Memories With Friends - Trail cameras are perfect for capturing memories with friends outdoors, whether it's hunting together or just hiking together. Shoot some video before setting off on your adventure too! 5) Capturing The Momentum Of Life - Whether it's a family picnic captured on video or vacation photos from when everyone was rushing around trying not to miss anything, trail cameras can really bring life back into old times Photos

[bet4causes]

Complete Cannabis Grow Tent Packages: Everything You Need to Get Started

Developing tent packs make it simple to develop lovely buds in a little space. The development tent assists you with saving money on power, water, and supplements — also work out costs. In any case, in the event that you purchase everything independently, it's convoluted: Which Drove develop lights will work best? How much ventilation does a little development tent truly need?

A development tent unit wipes out these inquiries, since everything is incorporated. Prepare to begin your home development today.

1. AC Limitlessness Advance Develop Framework Coordinated Pack (2 x 2 Ft.)

Geniuses:

Shrewd computerised programming

240W full-range develop light

Samsung LEDS

Sensors and applications have some control over lights and fans separately

Accompanies both inline fan and clasp fan

Cons:

Costly

This size is intended to develop just three plants

Not great for a laid out cultivator who as of now has one more favoured Drove light brand

The Air conditioner Limitlessness Coordinated Develop Framework stands apart in light of the fact that it has a savvy regulator that screens light and environment conditions. This implies you can screen your development room from a distance.

Your shrewd regulator can be attached to four gadgets after you mount it on the mounting plate in your tent, so your accomplice or flat mates can watch out for the plants from a distance from their telephones, as well.

The astute programming will screen each fan and light independently. You might actually develop timetables and intensity triggers, so the Bluetooth application will caution you when you want it to.

We love the coordinated Bluetooth-viable methodology of AC Limitlessness items, which is the reason we incorporated an air conditioner Vastness develop tent in our manual for the best mushroom develop tents, as well.

The 240W full-range develop light purposes Samsung LM301B LEDs, which are normally utilised on Driven develop light sheets. Samsung diodes are really a similar kind utilised on the well known Insect Rancher Drove develop lights.

AC Boundlessness likewise sells its coordinated pack framework in different sizes, including 2×2 (intended to grow one plant), a 4×2 (intended to grow two plants), and a 4×4 (intended to grow four plants).

2. Insect Rancher Develop Tent Pack (2.3 x 2.3 Ft.)

Aces:

Solid tent development

Intelligent mylar inside boosts light conveyance

Tent intended to keep away from light spillage

Light accompanies dimmer

Great client support

Consumes 100 Watts

Removable base plate makes it simple to wipe and keep out standing water

Cons:

Fan is clearly

Fan utilises 50 watts

To stay away from scent spillage, fan and channel should be introduced INSIDE the tent

Insect Rancher develop tents are a touch more costly than equivalent sizes from different brands

The Insect Rancher Develop Tent Unit stands apart on the grounds that it accompanies the SF-1000 develop light, which is dimmable and incorporates every one of the frequencies for each developing stage.

Bug Ranchers develop lights that give the absolute best worth in the business. They use Samsung diodes, which are viewed as the highest quality level. (Diodes are the main piece of your develop light — they're answerable for light result, proficiency, heat obstruction, and the drawn out viability of your develop light.)

The Insect Rancher Drove develops light and offers uniform shade infiltration, and the 100% intelligent mylar inside of the tent amplifies the light entrance considerably further. Your plants will be exceptionally content with this arrangement.

This tent would be perfect for veg as well as blossoming. It's five feet tall, with an impression of 27 crawls by 27 inches. On account of this level, you can develop your plants pretty tall in veg prior to flipping them to blossom.

The main things that are excluded from this pack are your clones (or seeds), your supplements, and a developing medium.

Tragically, the fan is clear, so assuming you're searching for the most potential attentive tent, this one probably won't be appropriate for you.

3. VIVOSUN Develop Tent Total Framework with VS4000 Light (4 x 4 Ft.)

Aces:

Incorporates inline fan, temperature and moistness screen, programmable clock

Likewise incorporates mesh and shears

VS4000 light is full range and advances solid development

Thick rock solid material and lined zippers forestall light spillage

Cons:

Ratchet holders included to hang lights might fizzle

You might need to independently arrange ratchet holders

Takes two individuals to set up

Costly

The VIVOSUN Develop Tent Total Framework with the VS4000 Light stands apart as a result of the included VS4000 Drove develop light. This is a significantly more impressive development light than the one that accompanies their more reasonable packs (the VS1000).

The light will infiltrate your overhang, giving every one of the important frequencies, and the mylar inside of the tent will boost light entrance considerably further. You could develop somewhere around four, likely five plants in this tent.

The lights have five settings, and you'll have the option to arrange the ideal separation from the highest point of your plants, because of the level of this tent. (It's around 80 inches tall.)

The VIVOSUN tent units likewise stand apart as a result of how much additional stuff accompanies a pack. You'll try and get shears for managing, which will prove to be useful, in the event that you don't put resources into a bud managing machine. (We prescribe a machine — to save your hands from the carpal passage that influences certain individuals in the wake of managing an excess of pot!)

Assuming you're keen on developing more plants, and becoming the greatest conceivable nugs, this is the VIVOSUN development pack for you.

4. MARS HYDRO Develop Tent Total Unit (2 x 2 Ft.)

Geniuses:

600W full range Drove develop light included

Five feet tall

Accompanies four inch inline fan with speed regulator

Four inch carbon channel

A lot of flex ducting and pipe braces

Mugginess thermometer included

Reasonable

The fan and channel fit well in the tent

Cons:

Light isn't dimmable

600W is less wattage than a few different units give

Fan might make crying commotion

Mugginess metre isn't simply useful

The MARS HYDRO Develop Tent Total Unit is more reasonable than a few practically identical models.

MARS HYDRO makes a few models in various sizes. This one has an impression of two feet by two feet, yet they likewise made one that is three feet by three feet, and one that is four feet by four feet. These bigger sizes are somewhat taller, as well.

Be that as it may, the little one would be perfect on the off chance that you're searching for a develop tent to place in a more modest space, similar to a wardrobe. It's as yet five feet tall, so there's a lot of space to develop your young ladies tall prior to flipping them to bloom.

The Drove developed light remembered for this unit is 600 watts (however, as most LEDs, it's proficient — it just consumes 100 watts). It's full range, yet it isn't dimmable.

Notwithstanding, this develop tent arrangement is additionally more reasonable than equivalent models that accompany dimmable (and higher-wattage) lights. Assuming that you're hoping to set aside cash, and you're not excessively stressed over darkening your develop lights to best copy the sun, this could be the most ideal pack for you. It's ideally suited for fledglings.

5. VIVOSUN Develop Tent Total Framework with VS1000 Light (4 x 2 Ft.)

Aces:

Various sizes accessible

Accompanies VS1000 Drove light

Reasonable contrasted with similar models

Intelligent mylar lining

Calm (under 50 decibels)

Cons:

A few clients have difficulties setting up carbon channel

Some experience difficulty setting up fan

On the off chance that you purchase enormous rendition, the included VS1000 light may not give sufficient inclusion to however many plants as you need to develop

Difficult to set up alone

This VIVOSUN Develop Tent Total Framework accompanies a VS1000 Drove develop light.

You can purchase this unit in a few unique sizes. This one accompanies a tent that has an impression of 4 feet by 2 feet, and it's five feet tall.

VIVOSUN likewise makes one that is two feet by two feet. Their in pairs foot tent is somewhat more limited than the other brands' 2×2 models. (It's just four feet tall.) So their more modest tent could work best as a veg tent, or an incredible spot to keep a mother plant for cutting clones.

In any case, assuming you're hoping to develop considerably more plants (and develop them much taller), VIVOSUN likewise makes a total unit with a develop tent that is four feet by four feet. What's more, their four-by-four-foot form is 80 inches tall, so you can develop some beast plants there.

This pack accompanies the VS1000 light. The light is full-range and ought to give sufficient light to your plants. Assuming that you figure your plants will require all the more light infiltration, you can buy an additional light to introduce, or look at the VIVOSUN packs that accompany a VS4000 light.

This pack accompanies all the getting everything rolling fundamentals that are incorporated by most brands, alongside some develop room glasses to safeguard your eyes while you're working in the developing room.

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