#tw: war

[stuhde]

i had shared what is happening in sudan on a long facebook post last night, but it virtually received almost little to no engagement or shares from the nearly 600 “friends” i have on the site.

this morning, my great-aunt was shot by the soldiers fighting for power, and God forbid, i lose more of my family members before eid this friday.

please read below to understand what is happening and how you can help my country. i hope the tumblr community can show more kindness than the lack of support and advocacy i’ve seen elsewhere.

يا رب اجعل هذا البلد آمناً 🇸🇩

the lack of awareness and advocacy from the African, Arab, and Muslim diaspora and the human rights community has been painful.

while Western media has done little to no coverage of the ongoing conflict in the capital city of my motherland, Sudan, it appears that the rest of the world also partakes in normalizing crimes and violence against SWANA people.

violence and war hurting the SWANA region are NOT ordinary occurrences — no one, regardless of race, creed, ethnicity, religion, and gender, should experience the unprecedented amount of violence that harms my two living grandmothers, aunts and uncles, and baby cousins who live in Khartoum.

your decision to ignore reading or educating and discussing with others about what is likely to be a civil war is complicity in viewing SWANA people as individuals who regularly experience conflict and are undeserving of help.

the silence is damaging, and it is up to us as privileged members of the diaspora (or individuals living in the Western world committed to human rights) to support the people of my country and their dream for a stable, democratically elected government.

what is happening in Sudan is a fight that started on April 15 between two competing forces for power — the Sudanese Army and the Rapid Support Forces (RSF) — neither groups are representative of the needs of our people. The Sudan Army is loyal to the dictator, Omar Al-Bashir, and the RSF is responsible for the genocide in Darfur.

with both power struggles backed by different Arab and Gulf nations, the two parties have been fighting for power for the last few years. While they worked together to try and end the people’s revolution, they lost. however, they are now in a constant power play of who will get to rule the nation.

this all means that war is NOT a reflection of my country — violence does not represent the SWANA people. Sudan is a nation of beautiful culture, strong women, intellectual and influential Islamic scholars, poets, and youth at the front lines of the revolution. we are a people committed to a region of peace for ourselves and the rest of the Ummah.

my family and the rest of Sudan’s innocent civilians are at the most risk, with many currently without drinking water, food to eat, electricity, and complete blockage to any mosques during the final nights of Ramadan, our holiest month of the year.

i ask that you please keep Sudan and our people in your prayers — donate to the Sudan Red Crescent or a mutual aid GoFund Me, email your representatives if you live in a country that can put pressure on either competing force of power, discuss this with your family and friends, and please do not forget to think about SWANA people — our brothers and sisters in Syria, Yemen, Lebanon, and many others need our love and support.

الردة_مستحيلة ✊🏾

#KeepEyesOnSudan

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[sailor-moon-rei]

Hello.

I want to remind you that the full-scale war has been going on for a year. last year, my small town was one of the first to wake up to russia's attack: our radar station was destroyed. a whole year has passed. many people are gone. many cities and villages were wiped off the face of the earth. many animals, birds, plants, forests, fields, our entire ecosystem has been affected. seas, rivers, russia polluted everything. please, do not forget about Ukraine and remember that russia brings death, suffering and pain. people keep dying. every week my small town meets processions of fallen soldiers. and so throughout Ukraine. it hurts a lot. it's not fair. This is scary. 

Thank you for staying with me.

this is how we see off our heroes on their last journey

#Україна #війна #russia is a terrorist state #tw war #tw: death #tw: war #Ukraine #war #russian invades ukraine #russian war crimes

[clairefrser]

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[skz317cb97]

A Familiar Face

Changbin x Female reader

Word count: 3.4k

Synopsis: When you see a familiar face in the crowd, you know who he is. You think. You just can't figure out how.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Gah, how do we keep getting to the end of these! 🥺 This one isn't as long as some of the others but I definitely cried writing it, so be warned 😅! If you enjoy reading it, please reblog, like, comment, jump in my asks, I absolutely love all the feedback and interaction this series has had! Okay, as always, warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Cursing/ strong language, violence, depictions of war and battle, main character death, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv sex, cream pie. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know so I can add it!

You were rushing to catch the train. The next one would add at least thirty more minutes to your commute home and you were already exhausted from your workday. Unfortunately, a bunch of other people were doing the same thing. You made it to the train and you were waiting to file your way in with the others when you looked up, across the crowd of people, and walking onto the train from the other side of the platform was a man you... knew. How did you know him? He was very handsome, was that it? He was cute so you thought you knew him? No, you knew him. You just couldn’t place his face. Almost as fast as you’d seen him, he disappeared onto the train and then the doors were closing in front of you. You should have been upset you were missing the train, but you were upset that you lost him before you could figure out who he was and how you knew him. Only when the train pulled off did you remember what you were doing and realized you missed it. You sat on the bench to wait the thirty minutes before the next one and ran the man’s face through your head again and again. 

That night when you finally got home, you ate something small, got washed up quickly and into bed. As you laid there and looked up at the ceiling you started to think about the man again. You didn’t know why it was bothering you so much, but you had to figure out how you knew him. It took you a bit longer than usual but you finally drifted off to sleep. 

Being at war in another country was scary, there was no way around that, but something about Seo being there made it a little less scary. You had known of him from your high school back home although he was a couple years ahead of you. Your paths crossed again once Seo was in the military, and you had become a nurse. When that happened, it was like the stars had aligned for the two of you and you fell madly in love with each other. You were walking into the medical tent on base when suddenly arms wrapped around you from behind. A hand cupped over your mouth before you could scream. 

“Shh, it’s just me baby.” You spun around and slapped his arms and chest. 

“God damn it Seo! You scared the shit out of me!” He laughed and pulled you in for a kiss. You allowed him but before he could deepen it you pushed at his chest. 

“You know if your superior comes in here and finds us, I’m gone and you’re in trouble.” He pouted and let go and you pecked his lips once more.  

“Thank you.” Seo cleared his throat and it was clear he wasn’t just there to steal a kiss. He looked at you nervously. 

“What?” He hesitated a moment more before he finally spoke. 

“You know the town they’re sending us to for the mission yea?” You nodded. You did. It had been very active there recently and was a well-known hot zone. It was precisely why you were being sent there. 

“Don’t go.” He said. You scrunched your eyebrows confused. 

“Seo... orders are orders. You know we don’t get to just not go. Besides it’s my job to be there and make sure anyone hurt is tended to.” He shook his head. 

“Say your sick anything, just... please don’t go.” You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Seo, it will be okay. I’ll have you right there to protect me.” You kissed him and his shoulders slumped knowing he wasn’t going to be able to talk you out of going on the mission. He just had a bad feeling. The next morning the two of you, along with a team of others, would wake up and head towards the town. 

The sunlight shining through your bedroom window woke you up in the most disrespectful manner. You groaned and leaned over to look at the time. Just a couple minutes before the alarm. You sat up and you felt almost as tired as you had been when you fell asleep. You got yourself together and showered, then you were off to work. When you got to the train station you remembered the guy from the day before and fragments of your dream. Not even after a night of sleeping on it could you remember how the hell you knew him. Your job was busy and fast paced, so once you were there, there really wasn’t any time to think about much besides work. You stayed over a little later than normal at work so when you made it to the train it wasn’t nearly as crowded. You sat there as it raced towards its next destination. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back and all you could see when you did was his face. Why?  

You opened your eyes and looked down towards the next car and sitting there reading a book was the man. You sat there studying his face, determined to remember where you knew him from. You considered walking over to the next car and just asking him, but you would be embarrassed if it was someone you should have remembered. No, you wouldn’t approach him until you did remember. You sat there and tried to not look like an absolute crazy person staring at him as you continued to draw a blank. He had kind brown eyes, he was broad and built, when he’d read something funny a little half smile would appear on his face revealing a dimple in his cheek. Your heart raced but you still could not figure out how you knew this man.  

After a minute of you looking at him and looking away, the man looked up one of the times you were watching him. Your eyes went wide when you realized you’d been caught. His brow furrowed and he stood up heading towards the doors that separated the two cars. You thought your heart would beat out of your chest. The train slowed down and came to a stop and you panicked. Just as soon as the doors were open, you stood and dashed out before he made it through the connecting doors. Once you were home and having dinner, you were kicking yourself for running away. You knew him so obviously he knew you. He probably recognized you and was going to say hello and you ran away like a crazy person. As you lay in bed that night you almost wished you didn’t see him on the train tomorrow.  

The convoy on mission headed into town and stopped at the first check point. It was a larger building that some enemy fire had come from and it needed cleared. They planned on splitting into teams, alpha and delta, and starting from two different ends of the building then meeting in the middle. The commanding officer split the soldiers and medics into the two teams and when Seo realized you were not on team alpha with him his eyes shot to yours. You held your palm down signaling him to stay calm. Right before the teams split to head in he made his way over to you. 

“I promise I’ll be right back and I promise I’m marrying you the first chance I get. I love you.” He wanted to kiss you so bad but he couldn’t, not there. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. 

“I love you too Seo. I’ll meet you in the middle.” You squeezed his hand back and your teams split up. Team delta went through the front and had cleared quite a bit when suddenly there was a huge explosion and the building shook. You heard reports coming through the radio. 

“Damage to the left flank! They’re coming around again get out of there!” You heard it. Loud and clear over the radio a soldier was wearing. The left flank, that was the side Seo’s team went in on. Instead of running out with the other members of team delta, you ran towards the left flank to find Seo. A couple of the soldiers that oversaw getting you out of there tried to stop you but couldn’t, you had to find Seo, he had to be okay, he promised. When you got to the left flank of the building, where he was supposed to be, you choked back tears. It was barely standing, walls and supports down everywhere.  

“SEO! WHERE ARE YOU!? SEO!!!” You screamed for him, then heard a grunt and a hand raise up. You ran over hoping it was him and unfortunately, when you looked down, you had indeed found him. You gasped and choked back a sob. He was in bad shape, metal pieces from the bomb that hit were protruding from his chest, a support pillar had fallen on him, pinning and no doubt breaking his legs, there were scratches on his face that were bleeding and a bad gash on his head that was flowing freely. You tried to help. You took off your jacket and put it under his head to cushion it for him and to try and slow the bleeding. You were using the sleeve to wipe blood away from his face when the radio went off again. 

“CLEAR THAT BUILDING! IF YOU’RE ON TWO LEGS GET THE HELL OUT! THEY’RE COMING BACK AROU-” The radio cut out. Seo started panicking. You tried to calm him but there was no consoling him if you weren’t safe. 

“They’re going to bomb this building again you have to go!” Seo choked out. You were certain he was bleeding internally from the shrapnel that shred through him that was still lodged deep inside, most likely bleeding onto his brain as well from his head injury, and the pillar laying across his legs would be impossible to lift with fifty men. You shook your head, tears streaming down your face you, couldn’t just leave him like that. 

“I’m not leaving you!” You wouldn’t. He was the love of your life, your soulmate, he was going to be your husband when the war ended and you were going to spend the rest of your lives together. You refused to abandon him to die alone like that. You sat there on your knees by him holding his hand petting it, giving it a gentle squeeze like he’d done to yours before going in, and he begged you crying. 

“Please.” You brushed his hair back away from his bloodied face and wiped his tears; he was getting weaker quickly. 

“It will be okay my love. It will be okay.” You leaned down and kissed him as the enemy fired bombed the building you were in, obliterating it and killing everyone left inside, including you and Seo. 

You woke up gasping for air, clutching at your bed sheets, your entire body covered in sweat. You wiped your face and realized you had tears as well as sweat that had run down your face. Why did that feel so real?! Why did the man keep showing up in your dreams? What was his name? Seal? Steele? God you couldn’t remember! You were so frustrated. It’s all you could think about the whole morning and most of the day at work. In fact, you had been so distracted you weren’t leaving work until well after dark, which probably wasn’t the smartest or safest thing to do.  

Your wish from the night before came true, the man was not on the train that night, which wasn’t all that surprising considering the time it was. You got off at your stop and you were making your way up the station stairs, you still had a couple of blocks to walk before your building. You were almost home when a man walking from the other direction stopped in front of you blocking the way. 

“Hey!” You looked up. You had no idea who he was. 

“Do I know you?” He smirked. 

“You could.” You realized then you needed to keep walking. You tried to go around him but he blocked the way again. 

“Hey, don’t be a rude bitch.” You went to go around the other way and he blocked you again! 

“Are you listening to me bitch!” Your heart was in your throat, you were terrified as this man walked closer towards you. 

“HEY! Leave her the fuck alone!” You heard a man shout from behind you. The guy harassing you looked over your shoulder, then bolted across the street and ran away. You turned around and there walking up towards you was the man from the train and your dreams. You froze. As you stood there the two of you looking into each other’s eyes you remembered everything from your dreams. The war, Seo, the mission, dying it wasn’t just a dream though, it had been your life. The life before this one, but that wasn’t all you remembered. You remembered living on a farm with him with your kids and growing old, you remembered walking through a crude stone building in a long gown, meeting him in a secluded hall so that he could kiss you on the lips, a big no no since you were not yet married. You remembered every life you had ever lived with him. You had lived every life with him. 

“I found you.” That was all he said before kissing your lips. You held onto his strong body and kissed him back.  

“I’m Changbin...” He said chuckling as he pulled away. 

“Seo...” You said and he nodded. 

“Yes Seo Changbin.” You smiled. 

“I’m y/n.” You exchanged numbers that night and started to get to know each other in this life. You were soulmates but you were completely different people in this life. You got to learn about each other all over again. You had told Changbin about seeing him on the train and it triggering something in your brain but you just couldn’t figure it out. He told you about the night he had seen you on the train, when you ran away. As soon as he saw you, he remembered everything. He had been trying to catch up to you most of your way home that next night and then he saw that man messing with you, he had feared the worst, that he might lose you again before he had a chance to be with you in this life, to love you in this life. Luckily that was not the case and the man had run off leaving you and Changbin to find each other, finally. 

A year later, on your anniversary, Changbin took you out for a beautiful dinner. He was dressed sharply in a suit, no tie, the first two buttons undone. He had bought you a gorgeous dress that you had mentioned liking around your birthday but thought he had forgotten when you didn’t get it. He’d bought it the day you said you liked it but saved it for this night. A very special night, he hoped. After the amazing dinner the two of you were walking through the canopy of fairy lights, through the restaurant's garden, on the way to the car. About halfway through the path of lights Changbin stopped dead in his tracks. You hadn’t even realized until he pulled at your hand. You turned looking at him confused and he stood there with a hand in one pocket. 

“Did you lose something?” Changbin nodded. 

“I did.” You were wondering why he wasn’t going back to the restaurant to look for whatever he lost. Instead, he stood there looking at you like you hung the stars. 

“I lost you before I got to keep my promise. I’m not making that mistake again.” Changbin pulled a small box from his pocket and got down on one knee. Your eyes filled with tears. 

“Will you marry me?” He opened it showing you the small diamond ring, very clearly a family heirloom. You nodded as your tears streaked down your face. 

“Yes! Yes! Of course!” Changbin sprung up from his knee and wrapped his arms around you tightly and then kissed you. He pulled back after a second the both of you laughing a little. He pulled the ring out of the box and put it on your finger then kissed you again. 

“I love you y/n.” Your smile was glued to your face. 

“I love you too Changbin.” He started leading you towards the car again.  

“Let’s get home.” You nodded and headed towards the car. Once you were home Changbin took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes as soon as you hit the door. You joined him in ditching your heels as well. Changbin grabbed your hand and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands immediately traveling lower and gripping your ass. You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. 

“Take me to bed.” You jumped and Changbin caught you, his hands gripping your ass. You wrapped your legs around him and held onto his face as you kissed him again. Changbin laughed shaking his head at you but walked towards your bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. When he got to your bed, he gently laid you back and sat up, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. 

“God you’re gorgeous Bin.” His little dimple popped out and his ears turned red. He was never good at taking compliments. Changbin pulled your dress up your body and then off over your head. He tossed the dress and started to kiss and nibble his way down your neck and chest. 

“You smell and taste good enough to eat baby.” He cocked his eyebrow as he continued his way down between your legs. He pulled at the sides of your panties and you lifted your ass helping him remove them. Those too were tossed aside and then Changbin nuzzled against the insides of your thighs. He finally ran his tongue through your folds tasting you, and you both moaned. 

“Oh god Bin... that feels so good...” You were already a little breathless as Changbin continued to devour you like you were his favorite meal. You were. You ran your fingers through his hair mussing it up. He loved your touch; he moaned and doubled his efforts. 

“Fuck! OH! I’m coming!” You started tugging at his hair gently when you came but Changbin didn’t stop, hell bent on prolonging your pleasure. Finally, he came up for air when your legs were shaking. He climbed back up your body and kissed you, your fingers still threaded through his hair. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sliding them and his briefs off. 

“God I want you baby. I want you so fucking bad...” You nodded pulling him down and kissing him again.  

“I want you too Binnie, please...” Changbin lined up with your glistening cunt and pushed his length inside you. 

“Yes! Bin yes! More!” He kept pushing into you until your hips were flush. He leaned down caging you between his muscular arms. He kissed you again as he started to roll his hips and move inside you. 

“Fuck you feel perfect baby...” He thrusted deeper forcing a moan from you and then did it again. He knew the buttons to press, the way to move, the way to please you. This may be a new body, but he’d made love to you for lifetimes. You were close, he knew you were. He started moving faster, harder.  

“Oh god! I’m gonna cum Binnie!” He didn’t slow down, he kept fucking you harder, pushing you closer and closer to your climax. His was near too. 

“Cum with me baby cum with me!” His tip brushed your g spot again as his pelvic muscle pushed against your clit and you fell into the chasm that was your orgasm, pulling Changbin in with you. 

“Oh god beautiful yes! Take it! Oh fuck!” You clung to Changbin as you both shook through your climaxes. 

“BinBinBinnie! Oh oh my god yess fuck! Yes!” When you both came back down Changbin fell over next to you and immediately pulled you close. You laid your head on his chest and listened to his breathing return to slow and steady. You held him tighter, as if you let go you may lose him again. 

“I love you Changbin.” He sighed and kissed the top of your head squeezing you. 

“I love you y/n.” And he truly did, in this life, the last, and the next because every life Changbin lived, he would find you. No matter what. 

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[idontknowreallywhy]

5 - Essence

I did it! I finished a fic!

*makes note in calendar for this is a day to be MARKED*

Never mind that I already have a spin-off idea… this is complete. And, I’m actually really proud of it. There are clumsy parts, I can always see things I want to improve but I think the ideas are good and I like it.

Hope those who’ve enjoyed the previous chapters think I’ve done this part of Scotty and Virgil’s story justice. And will forgive how viciously I’ve tortured a metaphor…

Presence, Absence, Divulgence, Patience…

💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚

Virgil and Scotty’s plan was simple. 726 meant 7th floor. His room was 625. So he just needed to get up one floor and along a room… unless the numbering was haphazardly allocated. But it probably would be fine.

They slipped out of the door and hurried away from the ruckus happening elsewhere on the psych ward. Virgil took a moment to wish whoever it was improved health very soon. They turned the corner. Well, Virgil did, Scott cut through the corner just to show off. Then they were out of sight and could breathe for a moment. Virgil clutched the pillow he’d brought in one hand and the waistband of the undignified pyjama pants in the other. Which meant no hand free to hold Scotty’s but he was in the lead and half way down the corridor anyway. So Virgil followed.

They’d get caught on the main stairs or in the lift so they were going to use the fire escape.

Scott hung back as they approached the door and let Virgil do the honours of leaning on the bar to open it. He jumped in horror as alarms blared and he clutched the pillow to one ear while trying to block the other with his shoulder, waistband still clutched with a white knuckled grip. Scotty gave him a meaningful look so he swallowed hard and leapt out on to the metal staircase. They were… a long way from the ground. As his brother had suggested, he dropped the pillow over the edge and watched it fall and land in a hedge. Then he tiptoed as quickly as he could up one floor and crouched by the door… hopefully nobody would look up. He closed his eyes and tried to tune out the harsh clanging noise which seemed to be trying to split his brain into two. The scent of cut grass and sun baked concrete was overwhelming after the antibacterial monotony of the hospital ward.

It worked like a dream. Three people came rushing out on to the stairway, one spotted the gleam of white below and they thundered down and down and down the stairs, the vibrations making Virgil’s teeth rattle. He hardly dared breathe. Scott however, refused to be stealthy and was standing on the railing doing a ridiculous victory dance. Virgil hissed at him to get down. He knew Scott wouldn’t fall, his balance was borderline superhuman, but it would be bad if he was seen.

Right, he had made it this far and still had his pants. Now to get on to level seven.

This part did not go to plan. They had forgotten… the fire doors only opened from the inside. Scott facepalmed in despair and Virgil told his brother not to blame himself… he hadn’t thought of it either. Ok. Take stock and work the solution.

The door wouldn’t give a millimetre. Scotty suggested smashing it with a rock but the rocks were seven storeys down along with the people he could still hear hunting them. Virgil looked around desperately. The window to the room nearest the fire escape was cracked open. It would have to do.

Scotty took him by the shoulders and looked him in the eye, smiling encouragingly. Virgil felt encouragement was all very well but how was he going to climb over there with one hand unavailable? He didn’t want to risk falling to his death without his trousers either. Scott suggested maybe if he’d got more rescue scout badges he’d be able to fix them. Virgil scowled at the familiar dig because he’d spent more time on music than tying knots and whatever.. but it did give him an idea. Mr Made-it-all-the-way-to-Falcon didn’t seem willing to part with his belt, so Virgil tore a strip off his pyjama top and bunched the waistband tight, tying the excess fabric together. Then cautiously let go. It held.

Alright.

He did feel a little wobbly as he climbed over the railing but hoped that was just a natural reaction to the horrifying drop below him rather than any lingering effects of the sedatives. Scott gave him two thumbs up then rubbed the back of his neck as he frowned over at the window. Virgil hoped he wasn’t having second thoughts because he couldn’t do this by himself. He hooked a foot around the railings behind him and feigned a confidence he didn’t have to bolster his brother by letting himself tip forward until his hands caught the windowsill. Ok. He pulled at the window to open it more and froze in horror.

It was a hospital. Of course every window would have a limiter on it to restrict how far it opened. So people couldn’t climb out.

Or in.

He looked back at Scotty who was in full pacing SmotherHen mode. Virgil could just ask his brother to pull him back and they could come up with another plan but found he didn’t want to give up yet. Resolutely not looking down he kept a firm grip on the windowsill with one hand and slipped the other into the gap, feeling for the mechanism that was causing all the trouble. There was a screw. He put all of his strength into forcing it loose, fortunately the fine motor control seemed to have returned along with his strength. He grunted with the effort then bit his lip. It wouldn’t do for someone to hear him now.

It moved! Then it spun and came off in his hand. He let it clatter to the floor, too late for stealth now, and pushed the window open wide. Thankful for the years working on his upper body strength he heaved himself through the window and slithered to the floor, landing with a thud and his trousers round his knees. His face burned and he scrabbled to make himself decent, looking in panic around the room for anyone who might have seen but… the room was empty. He sighed in relief and got to his feet.

This room smelled different. It was a different kind of empty to the ward he’d been on. The sort of empty that had recently been full then emptied suddenly but not yet scrubbed clean. Maybe the occupant had gone home. He hoped the occupant had gone home. Virgil stood there, a little lost all of a sudden, wondering whether he and Scotty would both get to go home one day.

Scotty squeezed his shoulder. That meant he was proud. Virgil glowed. It had been a pretty awesome stunt all things considered. They were a great team. And they were nearly there.

He opened the door slowly, silently and peered out. All was quiet. He started moving stealthily to the next room, but had to turn back to shush Scotty who was whistling nonchalantly. He’d get them caught! And worse, it was horribly off key. Virgil was sure he did it on purpose to annoy him.

The next room said 726! This was the one! He went to high-five Scotty and over-balanced slightly as his childish brother moved his hand away just in time. He really was an idiot. But he was Virgil’s favourite idiot so it was good he was here. He looked around one last time then tried the handle and pushed open the door.

And froze.

He’d got it wrong… must have misheard the number. This was some old guy’s room. The stench of antiseptic and panic was strong in here. Virgil clenched his fists in frustration and turned away. He’d just have to check every single room in the place. He knew his brother was here somewhere and he wasn’t sure when the chance to sneak away would come again.

He took three steps then froze as his brain caught up with the information his eyes had sent through moments before: Dad’s jacket was hanging on the back of the chair next to the bed.

Huh?

He shuffled back and looked again. Maybe just a similar jacket? A foot was sticking out from the bottom of the sheets, the man was tall like Scott, but it was thin and frail. This guy was about 80 and had a beard and looked… done. Poor guy.

He glanced at the name card that had been inserted into the slot at the foot of the bed.

Tracy, Scott Carpenter

His heart soared and plummeted within a single breathless moment. It must be a mistake… everything was wrong. The little of this body not padded by bandages was skeletal, ancient-looking. Where there should be strong warm hands were wires and splints and the darkness of bruising. The man’s cheekbones were like knives, below deeply shadowed eye sockets in which reddened eyelids flickered. Sweat beaded his face. The little hair visible beneath the dressings on his head was too long, the beard too… beardy. The click and whirr of the machine breathing for the stranger was alien. The heart rate monitor was agonisingly arrhythmic and definitely too fast. His brother’s pulse was always steady - Virgil had felt it many times through a tightly gripped wrist as they stood somewhere way too high and Virgil’s own heart raced in anticipation of the next crazy stunt. Or through a gentle thumb in a handhold when he was nervous. Or best of all ear to chest when surrounded by his brother’s arms.

There was a familiarity but… no. This wasn’t his brother. It couldn’t be.

He looked up at Scotty who smiled at him sadly and tilted his head towards the haggard face on the pillow. Virgil crept closer and slipped into the chair to study it. The ears were the same, except a little swelling behind and even more bruising. He couldn’t even start to think about any human could get into this state, let alone…

Virgil’s eyes dropped to the faint white scar on the bottom of the man’s jaw, just to the side of his chin. The relic of an old misadventure, barely visible under the patchwork of red and black and purple, but instantly recognisable to the boy who’d tried to tape it together with sticking plasters. If they’d owned up and his brother had got the stitches he needed at the time, it would never have scarred. But, as with so many things, those blue eyes had pleaded with him and he’d done his best to help.

He looked back over his shoulder to where Scotty had been standing guard, seeking his reassurance.

But he was gone.

He turned back to Scotty in the bed, heart torn into shreds by his inability to help this time. This was beyond sticking plasters and hugs and promises not to tell. His head swam and the other words that voice had said to his father, the ones he had refused to acknowledge or understand, came floating to the surface. The possibility Scott might not…

No. Not while Virgil still had blood in his veins. They were together now and everything would be alright.

He reached out a tentative finger and stroked the one small area of cheek that wasn’t obviously injured and then rested his head gently on the pillow alongside his brother’s, close enough that his face brushed the side of Scott’s but not so close he might cause painful pressure. Little brother inhaled deeply through his nose, seeking a semblance of calm to counter the fear rising in his chest and then held his breath, hardly daring to believe. Hiding behind the antiseptic and the plastic and the soap and the hollow cleanliness of it all, something was filling the emptiness. A faint melody, unique, as familiar as his own. A music that meant safety, and that he wasn’t alone. A music that meant home.

The constant erratic beeping noise slowed, almost imperceptibly, and fell into a steady rhythm.

A brand new score had been opened. But Virgil knew the notes now. They’d compose this next version together.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #scott tracy #virgil tracy #Tw: mental health #Tw: hospital #Tw: war #Presence fic

[starrspice]

You all asked for it so here you are

Moon’s death (in the form of a familiar nightmare for him)

#tw: blood #tw: death #tw: mentions of death #tw: war #cherub au #cherub au lore #fnaf cherub au #cherub moon #cherub sun #dca fandom #fnaf sb #moondrop #sundrop #my art #fnaf sun #fnaf security breach #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sundrop #you guys asked for this #angst

[bebemoon]

WAR .

#war #the four horseman of the apocalypse #mb #mine #tw: gore #tw: blood #tw: war #tw: violence #tw: fire #tw: body horror #request #red #queue

[xofeno]

ALL THE LIGHT WE CANNOT SEE based on the novel by Anthony Doerr November 2, 2023 | Netflix

#all the light we cannot see #netflix #limited series #tvedit #gifs #edit #aria mia loberti #louis hofmann #mark ruffalo #hugh laurie #anthony doerr #books on film #filmtvedit #tvfilmedit #tw: fire #tw: war #tw: explosion #tw: bombing #tw: blood #mine #yes i resorted to making my own gifset when i couldn't find one #this looks like a great adaptation #q

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1235

CW: blood, implied war & character death.

The horse’s hooves stomped their way through the grassy field, carrying its rider back home. Their armor clanged with each step, damaged and torn, the blood of enemies dulling its shine.

The knight looked out into the horizon silently as he rode, preoccupied with the thoughts running through his head. The fresh memories and screams persisted, refusing to leave him in peace.

But, at the very least, his home would be safe. His family could live on without worry and…

…And was that… smoke in the distance?

#writeblr #writing #writing prompt #short prompt #smuwfy #some messed up writing for you #tw: blood #tw: war #tw: character death

[writingforatwistedworld]

Okay I'm back! Please share with us the lore on what the known kingdoms and lands think about and treat the reader in the self-aware au!

Oh boy did I skim through so much already known intel about the places and desperately trying to match things so that they would still fit into the TWST universe.

Do you agree with me or do you think differently?

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, war, violence, beheading

The different ways of admiration

Red marked places: Couldn't find any info about the place and if then only a tiny bit bc of characters (example Riddle) personality (aka cultural background.) Info will be added as soon as more is released.

Orange marked places: Some info is known but not much

Queendom of Roses

Role you occupy: Monarch/A person in a ruling position

The queendom of roses functions after the rules of the queen of hearts which were inspired by you (don't ask how)

There are many national holidays which are connected to you (or rather believed to be)

It is seen as a huge offense to break your rules and in court they swear upon your name and reign

There is actually a throne on which nobody had ever sat on. It's made for you if you ever were to appear

Is one of the most open nations towards religious believes like for example, missionaries from Briar Valley since the queendom is also very strict with their lives in you

There are eight churches in the queendom because of the import of the believes of the faes

Most do see you though as some kind of ruler instead of a god

Sunset Savanna

Role you occupy: Spokesperson for minorities/someome fighting for equality

You are often used as a symbol in protests

Especially the slums look up to you since you see them as equals

The nation is the least obsessed with you since they see you as one of them and not someone above them

The respect stems from a place of admiration

It’s a unspoken taboo to join a group which thinks religious about you

People which do think of you as a god are sneered upon

Equality is your most important trait here

That does not mean that people will see you just as another passerby

Except to be treated like a honored guest

Some go even so far to create poetry about you (look Rook)

Coral Sea

Role you occupy: Scholar/Uniter of the land and sea

The Coral Sea is strict but also not that much depending what we are talking about

If someone is thinking that they don't want to expand their knowledge and power then that's fine

But don't they dare to say that someone who claims to be inspired by you (aka Ursula) just saying this and not meaning it

It's seen as a huge offense since you inspired generation after generation which lead to the sea opening up to the land dwellers

They actually have a contract in which is written “In the name of the one that knows and sees all we shall honor the other and see them as equal as our own kin.”

They also have a fairly small population which believes that you are a God since the places that have those customs either don't seek contact or simply didn't have much to do with the merpeople

Although being separated by the water they are pretty open towards outside influences which is a mindset brought to them by saying that you were able to achieve that level of wisdom by having a open mind

Scalding Sands

Magician/Scholar of higher knowledge of the world

The residents of the Scalding Sands thank you daily since they believe they are still alive because of you

The idea of the water system is believed to invented by you, securing a better life for them

Green is seen as a colour representing you since it's the colour of nature unlike the colour of sand

The Sorcerer of the Sands was in awe when he imagined the powers you had to possess which lead to him trying to become as powerful as possible so that he could be worthy of your knowledge

Its being said that the first magic carpets had been a invention from you passed to them

About 30% is seeing you as a God due to them being a center of trade

The constant meeting of other cultures allows them to discuss you in many ways

This leads them to be the one nation knowing the most about you (small things like favorite food) but in the end you are still a mystery

Shaftlands

Role you play: Muse/Symbol of perfection

Since many cultures live there there isn't just one view on you

But they do gave things in common

There are also festivities connected to you

Most of the time they happen in spring because it's belived that with the season of blooming flowers you also rise

In fall it's said that you return to sleep until you awaken again

There is a lot of art and poetry about you

But, due to them not knowing how you look and behave, they are filled with more symbols than actual depictions

Religions about you are allowed but it's also looked down upon since you actually inspire them to reach your level instead of just cowering and praising you

This place is the most extreme nonreligious place

Saying that you might not be as perfect as said? Socially dead. Simply not being that interested in you? Shame for the entire family

You probably wouldn't want to experience that since it can get pretty lonely in a place like this

Island of woe (Spoilers for chapter 6)

Role you occupy: Overseer (God)/Inspiration for progress

If you had to pick probably the better religion

They see you, like Greek Gods, as flawed also as someone who is very similar to a human

They have temples for you but what separates them from the second religion about you is them worshipping you is a sign of respect and not absolute control loss

They also distance themselves from the cult in Briar Valley as it is too extreme for them

In their eyes you wanted them to press onward and create new things on their own

Though they are the less known religion since... let's not have too many spoilers (Japanese translations reader you know why)

It is seen as a huge offense when someone does not believe in you since it's such a fundamental part of their culture

Hades himself looked up to you whilst trying to recreate the advanced technology you had

The fact that they probably surpassed our world already is unknown to them

They will speak about their religion if you ever meet one of them though (except if you are from the Valley of Thorns)

If you are ever on the run from Briar Valleys possessive cultists probably the best place to hide

Briar Valley

Role you occupy: Overseer (God)/Ruler over everything

They are angry about other places not seeing you as they do but they are able to hide it well

Huge churches unmatched by the occasional ones in other nations are build there

In the morning, midday and evening there is a mass to which everyone attends

If you speak up against the church there can be consequences that are capable of making the life of three generations after you miserable

How dare they to question your gentle gaze which took away the loneliness of the Witch of Thorns

You are worth more than life itself and if they need to start a holy war to spread your word then so be it!

Everything being done is in your name

Laws are decided by your morals which makes the kingdom a place ruled deeply influenced by religion

That doesn't mean that religious leaders can do whatever they want

If someone is known to use your name to enrich themselves their life will be... shorter

The reason they haven't ripped the other places apart if because most allow them to talk about “you” there

There are sometimes more violent cults formed which are struck down very fast

Just don't talk bad and admire the overseer more than anything and then you should be good

#tw: yandere #tw: religion #tw: violence #tw: war #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: possessive behavior #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au

[hey-itsjade]

noah schnapp

I have VERY recently found out that noah liked that israeli post. I do not have twitter/insta/fb and i found out about it through my friends on discord and just searched up about it here.

Safe to say, I do NOT support Noah at all. It's very very hurtful and disappointing to see that this is what he's growing up into... People redeem themselves all the time but I don't think I'd ever be able to forgive him even if he does. Though, I do really hope he realizes how far the consequences of his actions go bc not only is he under fire, his whole acting career is too. AND the millions of fans who would blindly follow him. Some people would defend him saying “He's queer!” - no the fuck NOT. I'm queer (pan) too and I don't support this forcing people out of their homes and killing literal CHILDREN shit. It's entirely on him. Idk what the Duffers are doing but I hope they're not with him on this or god knows.. I'm already losing faith in humanity atp. The people who support him... Support Brett Gelman... Just please think about the elderly, the children, the young adults, the parents who are dying every day. Every hour. Every minute you spend hating on them and supporting those actors.

As much as I love Stranger Things and want byler to endgame, I do not support this absolute horrendous shit these actors are doing. LEARN TO SEPARATE CHARACTERS FROM ACTORS. You can still love Will Byers, but you cannot love Noah Schnapp.

All I have to say is, if you support this genocide, you're an awful person and you need to be woke.

Oh and noah's posts contradict his own points made in the same damn post. Don't think this boy knows what he's doing.

#PLEASE LOOK AT THE TRIGGER WARNINGS!! #noah schnapp #I don't support noah schnapp #Tagging byler cause y'all NEED to see this #TW: death #tw: genocide #TW: war #TW: violence #TW: abuse #TW: bombing #byler

[youjustgotlawyered]

Israeli troops opened fire on aid trucks delivering food to starving Palestinians.

Over a hundred people killed. Hundreds injured.

There’s no justification. No excuse. These are war crimes. This is genocide and we have to refuse to be complacent and complicit.

#lawblr #the real lawblr #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #palestine #free palestine #israel #tw: war #signal boost #gaza genocide #free gaza #I’m Jewish so don’t even start

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

I am largely very unpolitical on here, and this is my writing blog, but it is also the one with the most followers, and this needs to be said.

TW: A lot of talk about war and war crimes

What Israel is doing to Palestine is nothing short of several war crimes, and the US's "stance" on it is a pathetic excuse for these attrocities.

Tell me, how do you justify the slaughter of innocents, of women, children, elderly and people who have no business in this, who don't deserve all this torture? I mean, it is ignorant to say crap like they've been caught in the crossfire because this is clearly deliberate. How can anyone justify cutting off electricity, water, medical care and basic needs of life and the overall subhuman treatment of Palestinians? They're not even letting other governments help.

And about Hamas? I don't support what they did in the slightest. If anything, all they did was give Israel an "excuse" to do this to innocent civilians, no scratch that, not an excuse, a supposed reason that the ignorant choose to believe. Since when has punishing innocent people for the actions of an extremist group that doesn't give two damns about civilians and their country been seen as fair? As something to defend?

"Israel is the only military to warn civilians before bombing them." Oh my God. How admirable. So if I were to call someone and tell them I'd murder them and I do just that, I somehow don't end up in prison? I get a goddamn medal of honour? The hypocrisy is unbelievable.

And somehow, they want to pawn all this on Egypt. Give us access to your borders to house the civilians so we can destroy Hamas. Like Egypt is somehow the villain here. Like Israel doesn't have any bad blood with Egypt. And like Israel doesn't know who it's hurting. Like they actually care about those civilians. You see anyone from Hamas suffering? Hell no. Here's their cock and bull argument blown out of the water.

Don't expect me to believe that a military as powerful as theirs, however scummy it is, doesn't know who it's hurting. Like compassion is a trait of theirs. They just need a stupid argument to make it look like somehow any of this is okay. Like cutting off people's access to electricity, food, water, and bloody medical supplies is "defending themselves."

And listen. Hamas are a bunch of terrorist bastards. What they did is disgusting, and I'm not supportive of anti-semitism at all. But stop treating Israel like the bloody tooth fairy and look at what they've been doing for years to the Palestinians. It wasn't heaven before this attack, but now it's full-blown hell.

And before anyone gives me spiel about collateral damage, look up the West Bank. A Hamas-free area still being targeted.

I stand with Palestine. 🇵🇸 If you stand with Israel, please just dni. Block me if you want to. I'm not in the habit of having fights with people online, and please don't try changing my mind. I'm usually quite open to discussion, but not on this. Never on this.

Also, I've referenced things from this brilliant interview. I highly recommend watching it.

#not writing #i stand with palestine #tw: war #tw: politics #tw: war crimes #Israel is committing war crimes #free palestine

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 5 - Return

More of this madness…

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Everything would be fine if it wasn’t for the whistling in his ears. Maybe he’d got water in them swimming. Or they were waxy… but he was pretty regular with that kind of personal maintenance so, probably pool water.

Obviously he was nervous, yes. He’d be crazy not to be, the place was an active warzone. But Scotty was an ace pilot and with Virgil at his back nobody would shoot him down this time.

Virgil was slightly embarrassed at his initial reaction to seeing Scotty in his smart uniform. He’d run away and hidden in the hangar. But then his brother had come and found him and stroked his hair and made him understand why he had to go. He promised he wouldn’t be long but Virgil had argued back and said if he was going then Virgil had to come too because they were wingmen these days. Scotty had laughed and said Thunderbird Two was too slow and chunky.

That had made Virgil sad until Scotty had held him by the shoulders, looked him in the eye and said he meant the ship not the pilot.

Scotty didn’t have a proper fighter plane anymore though and this was a problem. Thunderbird One was too noisy and would get shot at. And she didn’t have any guns. Tracy Two wasn’t very agile and also had no guns. Then Virgil remembered that Shadow was fast and agile and sneaky and she did have guns. Scotty hadn’t known about those, only Brains and Kayo were supposed to know but Virgil knew everything because he studied the schematics and had challenged Brains. He was absolutely not supposed to tell the Commander about it and Virgil had hated that, yet he’d promised and that was important. But Scotty looked so sad he had to help him and so he told him how Shadow could be the deadly weapon he needed to destroy the Bereznian forces before they hurt any more of his friends.

Scotty’s eyes had twinkled and he’d hugged Virgil so tight. Virgil had helped him into Shadow and then showed him how to start her launch sequence. The fact he hadn’t known how nagged at Virgil and worried him. Scott had test piloted Shadow so he should know all the buttons. But… his big brother did forget some things because he had so many to think about these days and was so tired all the time.

He looked so happy and cheerful now though. And young… the uniform made him seem younger. It made Virgil feel younger too, small and afraid like when Scotty had gone the first time. But now he was older and a pilot himself and he could be helpful.

And Scotty trusted him to come this time and that… that was everything.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #earth and sky #bereznik Scott #scott tracy #virgil tracy #Tw: war #tw: mental illness #Resurface fic

[steam-powered-chaos]

Truth (Chapter 7 of New Beginning)

(WARNING: This chapter contains a brief reference to attempted suicide and depictions of death. Reader discretion is advised)

I killed her…

The gun was in my hands, I shot her dead

My mother

Data woke up with a mechanical screech, hitting Rabbit in the face as they flailed off the work table, oil streaming down their face from their eyes as they let out a choking sob, tucking themselves under the table, slapping and hissing at anyone who tried to reach for them. The Spine leant down, as if to reach out towards them, when The Jon slid in front and stood in front of their hiding place.

“Leave them alone! They’re upset, they need to calm down!” The Spine moved back, surprised, but nodded with a slight proud smile and stood back up, going to talk with the others on what to do, although Upgrade and Zer0 had been told to go play, (as well as G.G. but she refused) The Jon sat down, not touching Data but staying near enough for them to initiate contact when they needed it.

Data kept crying, holding their knees and eventually clinging to The Jon, sobbing into his suspenders whilst he patted their back, hushing them gently.

“I killed her Th’Jon- it was all a lie! I’m a monster..” They sobbed even harder, The Jon pulling away slightly to wipe their eyes a little. “I don’t think you’re a monster. I think you’re my friend, tell me what’s wrong?” They looked up a little, wiping their eyes and leaving oil stains on their hand. They nodded, trying to soothe themselves, failing and wrapping their arms around G.G. who had trotted over to be cuddled.

“…She tried to get us out of the war, so they sent her away to be court marshalled, they told me to shoot her! They made me hurt her!-… I couldn’t bear what I had done… I threw myself into no-man’s land the next day..” They sunk into themselves in shame and horror, gripping at their arms as if they could tear away the memories as The Jon listened in horror and pity. He slowly pulled their hands away from their arms, looking up as The Spine knelt down to speak on the two robot’s levels.

“…It wasn’t your fault Data, they reprogrammed all of us to listen to orders without question after WW1.. And I’m sure your mother would be so proud of the bot you are now…” He reached over, Data gladly accepting the silver robot’s embrace, as much as they disliked him, he gave very nice hugs. “You think so?” The Spine nodded, tightening his hug strength, with Data letting out a tiny hiss of steam. Soon enough, the rest of the bots joined the hug, Data in the centre, finally calmed, still broken, but healing, no matter how slowly.

“…I know what I want to be The Spine.” He glanced at them with a smile, nodding slowly to encourage them.

“I think.. I want to love.”

#spg #steam powered giraffe #fanbot #spg fanbot #hatchworth #rabbit spg #the jon #spg oc #the spine #Tw: reference to suicide #tw: death #Tw: angst #tw: war