#“Please don't go.”

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 27“Please don’t go.” and 28 Fight/Flight/Freeze

I've fallen behind for whumpril so I'll be racing to finish the missing days before the month ends, so sorry as they'll be out of order, but here's Days 27 and 28.

Mother's son- Dahlia collects her son and scars three children in one go.

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They would never have been left to go hunting on their own if they didn’t know what dangers to fight and which to run from. Finn was the oldest he had made sure both his brothers understood they had to follow his words before they left.

The woman that finds them in the woods doesn't look like a threat but Finn froze as he recognised her.

His nightmare, the monster that stole Freya, the witch, mother’s sister, his aunt, she smiled when her eyes met his and he shivered.

He was thankfully for Elijah’s too sharp eyes alway noticing a change in them for once, as he stopped and pulled Klaus behind him without a word from Finn, but Finn wanted to shout at them to run, to flee the monster that had already taken the best of them.

Instead he forced himself to move, to step in front of Elijah, to try and hide them, pointless as he felt both Elijah and Klaus lean around him to look.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” he stuttered as he forced himself to speak. 

“Ah you remembered me, that makes this easier.” She spoke like it was a normal meeting of a long missing relative as she kept smiling, looking more pleased than she did in his normal nightmares. 

“What easier?” Elijah had asked, reminding Finn this wasn’t a nightmare and his brothers were with him, Klaus who had Freya’s gold curls and was only a little younger than she had been.

Was she after him? His wondering is cut short when she speaks next and he feels a pit open beneath him.

“To claim what is mine.” she smiles at Elijah and Finn wants to scream as it hits him, the similarity between them, dark hair and eyes, the way Elijah’s features had been growing sharper as he aged; the memory of mother’s larger hands holding his to her belly, feeling the flicker of the baby underneath them and mother explained a desperate plan to get Freya back and Finn had helped with the tiny amount of magic he had, he hadn’t cared about losing the baby if he got Freya back. 

“Why shouldn’t I come for my son?” she added without looking away from Elijah.

He felt hand grab his arm as Elijah let out a whimper as he realised he was the one she apparently after, wasn’t a baby they would lose now.

Finn discovers he cares more than he thought as it hits him even if he would get Freya back that sound was going to haunt him.

“Finn?” Elijah's voice is quiet but the fear in it is loud.

Elijah had rarely spoken as a child enough that he had worried Mikael when he noticed; it wasn’t until Klaus was born that his brother’s voice bloomed, singing songs to settle the baby, telling him stories to entertain him, but Finn had rarely heard him sound scared. Angry, hurt, sad, Finn had heard and been the cause of most of them but fear was rare and around Klaus and Kol absence, Elijah never let any of his bad feelings appear on him around the babies, it was one of the many things he envied of his brother.

Finn didn’t like hearing it now.

Dahlia sighed loudly before Finn could even start to figure out how he could explain any of it.

“They wouldn’t have told you but before you were born your m- my sister cast a spell on the child within her, making you mine.” she explained simply in a way Finn couldn’t deny or soften. “My child, My son.”

There wasn’t a way to lessen it, to make what mother and Finn had done sound like anything other than the betrayal, just like Finn knew there wasn’t a way he could stop this, mother hadn’t been able to stop her taking Freya, how could Finn do anything to stop the same happening to Elijah.

But she couldn’t take him. Not now, why didn't she come when Elijah was born too small, when  Finn had needed to wake him as he forgot to breathe in his sleep, before he became the first one Klaus and Kol reached for.

Why come for him now when they would miss him?

Elijah who was always watching Finn, oh how Finn hated those dark eyes following but the idea of them being gone wasn’t acceptable.

“Now come with me.” She said without any room for argument, cutting through his spiralling thoughts, he had to do something but Finn was still frozen, stuck as it felt like Elijah’s hand was burning on his arm. Words, denials, threats lodged in his throat.

“NO!” a high voice shouted into the still air and Finn’s heart skipped a beat as he was remind of his other brother, the one who was the same age Finn was when he had watched Freya taken.

“Klaus!” Elijah yelped in surprise letting go of Finn to reach out to stop the youngest from moving but he slipped from his reach “Stop!

“YOU CAN’T TAKE HIM.” Klaus screamed at the witch as he stomped toward, doing what Finn hadn’t years ago, defending his favourite sibling.

“Why not he’s mine?” she said, clearly humouring the child.

Klaus didn’t pay any attention to her words and charged at her with a roar.

Short legs didn’t carry him far before she sweep her hand out in front of her and he was flung back with ease, yet landing oddly softly for the distance and rolling slightly.

Elijah left his side driving towards where Klaus landed, and Finn watched as Elijah was once again the brother Finn had failed to be, one that never let his own feeling get in the way of what his siblings needed, another reason she couldn’t take him, he decided to act.

He was a child last time when she stole Freya and hadn’t done anything, but here was Klaus the same age he had been fighting back.

He wasn’t a child now.

She turns from the scene of Elijah kneeling over Klaus to see him as he tightened his grip on his weapon, he just needed one hit and then he grab Klaus and run, Elijah was faster, he could get back to mother first and they could do something.

Mother had sworn to get stronger, surly in the last nine years she had grown strong enough to stop her sister this time. 

It never gets that far as pain suddenly blinds him, his hand leaving his weapon to grab at his head as he feels his knees hit the ground and the cold sink thought it, all he hears is his own screaming.

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Elijah’s checking over Klaus, trying not to think about the woman’s words, the way Finn had known her as soon as she appeared, the way his brother hadn’t said a thing against her.

It made sense, why mother treated him differently, why he didn’t look like mother, father and Finn. He had thought with Kol it was proof he was part of the family but he heard adults mention how Kol had father’s nose and mother looked at him in a way she didn’t look at Elijah.

Because Elijah wasn’t her son, because she had already given him away, because she didnt-hadn’t wanted Elijah at all.

He’s barely got Klaus back to his feet when the screaming starts.

He twists on his knees to see a sight that brings bile to his throat and he’ll never forget. Finn, his big brother on the ground curling in on himself as he clutched his head and screamed. It’s not hard to connect to the woman standing feet away with her hand outstretched.

“Stop!” he has to shout over Finn’s voice, “Stop it!”

“Only if you come with me.”

“Of course i’ll come,” he says as Finn’s screams die to a worst sound as he hears his brother crying from the pain, “just please,” he begs on his knees, “stop hurting him.”

He almost sobbed himself in relive as Finn’s cries stopped, Elijah tearing his eyes from the woman to watch his brother slowly recover, to make sure he was still breathing.

“Now” she beckoned, dragging his attention back to her.

He swallowed as looked between his brother before he closed his eyes and stood up. 

“Lijah, no!” Klaus' jumped to follow him from the ground, his tiny hands wrapping around to cling to his wrist as he shook his head “please don’t go.”

It hurt to pull his hand from Klaus but he had to, even if all he wanted to do was to pull his little brother into a hug and never let go.

“Elijah don’t.” Finn’s voice is rough, raw from the pain that he sounds older, but without meaning it offers Elijah reassurance that he’s doing the right thing.

Finn would be fine, he’d take Klaus back and mother would make it better for them, this was the right thing to do.

Elijah didn’t belong with them.

“Lijah, come back.” Klaus begs and Elijah curls his hand to stop the urge to reach out.

Elijah belonged with the woman, mother had made sure of that before he was born.

His hands shake curled at his side but he doesn’t turn back, he keeps his back straight as he reaches her side and her hand settles on the back of his neck.

He walks by her side, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other as he stepped further away from his brothers, from home, it was easier that way than pay any attention to the widening hole growing in his chest as he heard Klaus’ sobs and the knowledge he would never see them again, or the burning in his eyes.

“LIJAH!” Klaus’ cry pieces the air as the tears escape Elijah’s eyes but he refuses to look.

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Klaus wakes with a gasp, the chest aching feeling following him from the dream to life.

He glares at the room around him, a world away from what that child could ever imagine.

But that child had one thing Klaus couldn’t get back, something being back in mystic falls just reminded him of it.

Even breaking the curse and making himself whole again, hadn’t fixed the empty space that had been made that day. 

Elijah had never stopped haunting him, being back in the place where he had lost him had just made the feeling stronger.

He always wonders what he would have grown to be with his brother at his side, someone who always looked at him with awe and love.

Warm dark eyes full of love, always there to give him all of his attention, the way he had never been able to upset him, never failed him in any way.

He tries to tell himself Elijah would have grown out of it, would have coldly stood by father or looked away, that he only hurts because of the memory of a kind brother who was only sweet in the easy way a child would be.

He would never know.

Sadly Elijah could only ever be that child, frozen as flawless, perfect and dead.

Klaus would take flaws and imperfection if he could have his older brother back.

[frenchublog]

kosovo miku

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[bunjywunjy]

Do animals cuddle in the wild ?

(Totally not me wanting an excuse to see cute animals photos)

pretty much all animals with social or semi-social lifestyles cuddle at least occasionally in the wild for everything from protection to enhancing bonds and relieving stress! this includes everything from birds and mammals to some really unexpected animals like sharks.

touch is just a near-universal love language.

[roninkairi]

You can only reblog this today.*

*PLEASE READ THE TAGS

[basshole-astard]

PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!

regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!

regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.

gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!

no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!

Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!

honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3

[overlymetaromantic]

Dungeon Meshi, or as I like to call it, Marcille's-increasingly-difficult-to-ignore-revelations-that-her-endless-devotion-to-Falin-may-in-fact-be-more-rooted-in-lesbianism-than-she-originally-thought

[autobot2001]

Not His Intention

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Crosshairs finds out Jamie overheard him, and he has upset her. Continued from day 19.

@whumpril day 27; "Please don't go."

“… I don’t think it’ll be that easy to go home and visit Earth via the groundbridge.” Jamie stands in the doorway, afraid. “Please don’t go,” she says. The two mechs turn to face Jamie. Hating that she’s afraid. They know this means she didn’t hear everything Crosshairs said. Crosshairs walks towards Jamie, picks up the smaller femme, and enters the house. Drift following him.

Crosshairs hates he has upset Jamie. Her fear of abandonment isn’t helping as he watches tears roll down her face once he sits on his bed with Drift. Scrap, she’s thinking Drift is leaving too. Crosshairs worries. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” he says while wiping the tears with his thumb, “I can’t leave my family that’s here.” Now is not a good time to tell her I’m feeling homesick. Crosshairs believes. Even if I tell her that we’ll all visit Cybertron one day. He hugs Jamie close to him, hoping to calm her.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

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[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[qifreyplushie]

can i see your necklace for a second, your highness? ^__^

[frenchublog]

[freewatermelon0]

[deep-space-lines]

IT'S FINALLY FUCKING DONE. I'M FINALLY FREE

UNTIL FRAUD COMES OUT

Tumblr shrinks it down pretty bad so please. please. I am begging you. look at the full sized image and zoom in. This art piece made my friends worried for my mental health I need someone to witness the amount of detail and effort I put into this

also the original sketch under the cut bc I think comparing them is really funny

[normal-about-the-dca]

Security Breach: Ruin

[deltadoofus]