#》verse: hope is blue

[goldentemplariumcrow]

"Yes, he sang high praises of your skills. Said I should try to visit and meet you, since I like what others call Art, specially of the drawing and painting kind." His blue and green eyes follow the tip of the pen and the doodle that quickly turns into a sketch as the seconds pass by, there's a sort of childish enthusiasm that emanates from him, kind of bouncing on his own weight as he watches the shapes take form and become a sketch of a different looking battery. "Heheh! That looks so good! And very solid." It's a compliment, even if worded in a strange way.

Clearly, the Blue one has his quirks, a but too excited to meet someone with who he can share some interest, but he's trying to be pleasant in his own way. Then, he just looks human, probably as a way to be more approachable, but can't really hide all of himself under the disguise, hence his hair and eyes being different, and how there's a lack of understanding of some behaviours.

"I usually paint what I feel... it's not solid like yours." He projects a small cavas the size of a sheet of paper to show what he means. The piece is filled with lines and disconnected shapes, but there's a sort of rhythm in the way they're displayed on the solid hologram, in a way, even abstract as the piece is, it's possible to feel the infused happiness on the lines and shapes. "I like yours, it's very neat, all clean... And I'm talking too much. Sorry."

🐾 (from my blue lantern baby, Bacchus to Kyle)

[Boop the boys! || accepting]

"...What was that for?" That is a very surprised - and slightly confused - Green Lantern being brought to a complete stop by the unexpected. He's not upset, he's not angry, he's just a wee bit taken aback.

[heavenswillfall]

Corey looks so fucking ugly im gonna cry

I dont even know if Joey had brown eyes but

[bugsinshoes]

A JOCELYN REFERENCE SHEET? WHO WOULD'VE THUNK IT !?

[medi-bee]

we deserved to see more of them together

[lalunanymph]

⌦ bloodhound

⌖ shidou ryusei x fem!reader

tw. violence, blood, petnames, PDA bc shidou is a hellion like that, mentions of drugs, mentions of illegal activity, barely edited bc this was written in like half an hour DFGHJK

⌁ this is for you bby @katasstrophy mwah <33 ur tag gt me thinking many, many thoughts......

"I'm going to squash you like a bug under my toe."

Ryusei's taunts aren't anything new in the ring, but this close, you swore you could smell the bloodlust coming from him.

His bare abs flex and pulse under the clinical fluorescent light as he circles his latest opponent (victim, really), looking for the right moment to strike; the right chink in the armour to devour them whole.

Keeping up with his theme of scaring off every man before they had a chance to take a swipe at him, he plasters on a manic grin, one which made the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

In the ring, Shidou Ryusei was known as the demonic bloodhound. His opponents were wary of his unwavering stamina, acute hits and bullying taunts. Above all? They were scared shitless of his inexplicable ability to sniff out a man's weakness in a few minutes.

Not everybody could rise above his level—a Platinum—and he was one of the best bets any bored devil could root for.

You felt them behind you, in the shadows, humming like ants in your bloodstream.

Waiting for your lover to make the first move. To effortlessly win them some easy coke cash for the night.

Assuming his favourite front stance, he curls his fingers in a come-hither motion, a teasing smile tugging his lips as he goads the other man. It works.

The poor asshole's nostrils flare, and he charges without thinking—right into Ryusei's trap.

One swift roundhouse kick, a grapple and a deft movement which involved a blistering series of side kicks later, his opponent crashed into the opposing cage wall, completely out cold.

The silent crowd erupts in cheers, and Shidou jeers at his unconscious competition, tongue caught between his teeth and manic pink eyes circling the crowd. Searching for you.

He finds you and you find him again, arms vining tightly around his neck, his sturdy arms lifting you up for your thighs to hitch around his narrow waist. A smear of blood is on his cheek and his knuckles are split from Blue Lock's ruthless anti-protection gear rule.

It was protocol—every fighter worth his salt had to man up and face potential debilitating injuries head on. Thankfully for you, Shidou is not as beaten up as before, though you can't say the same for the other man being wheeled out into the medic bay.

"Did you see me?" he rasped, and in front of the entire crowd, grips your ass cheeks, kneading them with sure hands. "That third punch was for you, baby girl. I made it hurt a bit more—all dopamine and shit. Good stuff just for you, doll face."

"I did, Ryu, I did. I'm so proud of you." He grins and practically sucks your lips with his, kissing you with no hesitation; uncaring for the numerous voyeuristic eyes drinking in both your passion for the other.

"Say that again," he mumbles, and you don't have to look down to find his cock half-hard pressed right at your quivering entrance. "Say it, angel face. Say it again."

The desperation coating his tone makes your stomach flip and you fight back a moan when he starts to snap his hips up, impatient to have you. "I'm proud," you manage to whimper. "S-so proud of you, Ryu."

"That's my girl."

You try not to let your worry show and dampen the mood. Putting on a bright grin, your shaky fingers touch his cheeks, pulling him in for another kiss. And another. And one more before he brings you into the locker room for you to tend to his wounds nicely.

Those kisses which spoke volumes of the reassurance that he would be safe and sound by your side for one more day.

© lalunanymph.

[booksofadventures-archived]

Oh dear, it seemed Edward had gotten himself a little lost. He had the habit of just wandering these days, head lost in thoughts. It seemed so much so that he wasn't even sure where he was, was it where he had been or something.

But something felt off and he couldn't place his finger on it. Right now he's looking around, obviously confused and even looking a little lost. He's just looking for someone that he could ask for help.

@patetpluvia asked for an edward

[recitedemise]

wax poetic for mr. widogast?

Send 'wax poetic' for Gale to monologue. Likely in ways far too sentimental: no longer accepting.

His life, Gale decides, has often been defined by impossible what ifs. What if he were stronger? And what if he were god? And what if he'd the means to bring to life his city? And what if, by the gods, what if he'd him?

Gale would pine so quietly, his yearning all but pools of candied, sugared honey. He watches Caleb by the fire, a novel in his purview with a Frumpkin by his side. He is gorgeous in this angle, a figure licked in umber by the journey of the embers. Yet, even more than the burning and the fragrance of the earth from the crackling of the wood, this view he would offer could all alone thaw him. Light him. Guide him. Like a lantern in the dark.

It had been so dark and his uncertainties, weary, so drearily long. Gale recalls it so plainly, the moment that this heartsong had wrenched him from the void. Now, he sits knowing hope is colored like the winter, blue and crystalline like the color that those eyes are...the first thing, the best thing, that he had seen in years.

Caleb had pulled him from the shadows, something a pious man may just label his redemption. He'd now something to anticipate, a humbling, gentle promise that he'd long since forgotten, so what has Gale have left but to think upon his future? A future, a wanting, in the color of blue.

They'd share coffee in the morning. They would read beside the fire when the summer yields to frost. Gale would dote on him madly, the pair stumbling home kissing clumsy from a party, and for far beyond their lifetimes unto every blasted eon, I would, Gale confesses, wake happy to your eyes.

Blue like the winter. Or blue like soothing rains.

Their gazes meet. I would lose myself in you and only journey deeper.

[woozi]

for @aceofvernons

[despairforme]

He tried to bake a cake, got impatient and ate the batter.

[b3ast0fburd3n]

Avatar Verse details 👀 pt.1

(Unorganized, might fix later lol)

NEW NA'VI CLAN KAMEYWA (Pronounced Kam-ey-wah)

Cave people!! White/grey/pinkish complexions, skin lightened and lost pigment over time.

While the Kameywa people can speak, they often choose not to due to the sound bouncing off the cave walls being harsh on their overly sensitive ears. While above ground (usually to hunt) they have intricate hand signaling for nearby and clicking signals for longer distance.

Highly sensitive to light! Spending any amount of time on the surface outside of eclipse is very dangerous. Their skin and eyes could get severely burned.

Shorter than most Na'vi. While others range around 9-10ft tall, the Kameywa average 8-9ft. The tallest of theirs would match the shortest of other clans.

They've developed better smell and hearing to make up for their lack of sight underground. As a result, their ears and noses tend to be larger while their eyes are mostly smaller.

Naming system always has a first name and a family name, then the clan name. For example, their leader is Olo'eyktan Ye'saf Rina'Kameywa. (Rina'-meaning Seed. It's Joseph Seed. He's grey.) Their title is also always first, if they have one.

Artists by trade! Surrounded by beautiful minerals, gems and rocks, the Kameywa people have devoted large portions of time to creating intricate beadwork for clothes and jewelry. The more clothing worn, the higher status the na'vi.

^The increase in cultural significance of clothing overtime has led to a more modest culture than most Na'vi. If you were to walk around their cave in traditional Omatikaya clothes, you'd be told to cover up. (<rudely, might I add)

Speaking of rude, being loud is rude. Laughing loudly, crying audibly, arguing, it's all frowned upon. For good reason, sure, but it's still quite hard to keep emotions when you can't share them.

HIGHLY territorial. NOT welcoming to outsiders, regardless of where they came from. Even if other cave people were to ask for shelter, if no one could vouch for them, they'd be strung up outside as a warning.

Hunting parties, led by Eytanay (meaning hunting party leader) Ya'akon Rina'kameywa (Jacob wooo), can only go out during eclipse. The cave mouth is secluded from other Na'vi clans, however venturing into the forest is dangerous for many reasons. Because of this, certain important people (cough chiefs daughter cough) are not allowed outside ever. (Haha thats not gonna lead to plot...Right..?)

Their spiritual leader, Tireafya'o Yon’netem Rina'kameywa (tireafya’o-”spirit path”), is not Ye'saf's wife, but rather his younger brother (It's John, those close to him shorten his name to Yon') After the loss of his Tsahìk, Ye'saf took the mantle of Spiritual Leader for himself, being both Tsahìk and Olo'eyktan, creating a new title for his younger brother to lead alongside the other Rina'kameywas.

The Olo'eyktan has one daughter. Eh’din Rina'kameywa'ite. ('ite meaning daughter) She's more feminine in this verse. Weaker, quieter, less angry. Like unrecognizable almost oops.

The people believe they're closer to Eywa than other clans, living among her root system. (Kame- to see in a spiritual sense, Eywa- the goddess).

There are several grottos that have been blocked off because of natural gas leaks. Some of them are deadly, but a certain green mist causes hallucinogenic effects (It's bliss!)

[universestreasures]

The Lockets (Drabble)

Expansion/Spin Off From This Thread With @shacchou (Hope you like this Ani <3)

The young boy didn't expect her to come, if he's being honest. Since Gozaboru Kaiba passed away, Mokuba had cut off all contact with Lady Suzuha. It wasn't because he was grieving over the abusive man. No, it was because his focus had...shifted. He didn't want her to see him like this, to see him do what he thought he had to in order to regain what he lost...

His big brother's love...

Now that the puzzle of his big brother's heart had been broken due to the Penalty Game he suffered at Yugi Muto's hands, and his brother left in a coma for weeks now, everything had shifted. Mokuba was starting to act like himself again, as if he too had been consumed by the demon of games just like his older brother for the last half of a year. That was why he reached out to, really, his closest friend, to one of the only good things that being adopted by his stepfather had given him. And thankfully, she responded and hurried over quickly, overwhelmed with concern and worry herself after having heard the news about his brother's condition.

The two were in one of the many living spaces inside the mansion, arts and craft supplies spread all over the massive table in the middle. The two children often did this activity when they met up, this time being no different. He had something specific in mind that he wanted to do, something that had his immediate focus as he worked diligently on his project.

"M-Mokuba, dear?" The voice of the young lady pulled the youngest Kaiba out of his focus, purple hues staring at hers that could be seen above her signature pink fan. "Are you sure...this is what you called me over for? I-I mean, making arts and crafts with you is certainly a delight and one I rather missed. However, considering...recent events, I...I thought...I thought you called me over so that you could...have a trusted ear to talk about what happened..."

Her inquiry causes him to freeze in place, almost dropping the rope he had been working with. He should have figured this would happen. His friend was rather perceptive, not that Mokuba was any good at hiding his emotions to begin with. Unlike his older brother, he wore his heart on his sleeve for all to see, and she had seen right through him.

"I...I..."

"It's alright if you'd rather not discuss it. I...I know things are hard for you as it is right now. I simply wanted to express my own thoughts. If you simply want my company as we make artistic creations together like we always do, then that is alright. I am here for you today. No one else."

"...Thanks, Suzuha." Mokuba gives her a weak smile. He appreciates her understanding. It was true he did want to talk about it, but...not right now. Not when he had something he needed to finish first and his own thoughts and feelings together.

The room is filled again with silence as the two return to their work. While he worked on his project, she seemed to be painting a tea set of some sort. Perhaps it was a gift for Lord Amanosuzu. If that was the case, then they both had a similar idea in terms of what the purpose of making their crafts was.

As soon as he is about to put the finishing touches on his twin creations, he looks up as he notices Suzuha had gotten out of her chair and was above his shoulder, examining his work closely. "My, my! These are quite lovely, Mokuba dear! Are these for...you and your brother?"

"That's the idea...but I'm not sure if he will-" His words are cut short by the gentle gloved hand of the older young lady being placed on his shoulder, Suzuha's reassuring smile providing a comfort he had been lacking in his life for so long now; the smile of someone who cared about him deeply.

"Of course, he will like it! No, he'll love it! It's a handmade gift from you, his dear little brother! What sibling wouldn't adore such a thing filled with one's true feelings of brotherly love?"

"L-Love...?"

The word sounded so foreign escaping his lips, as if it was the first time he'd ever heard such a concept. His brother had told him brotherly love was a waste, something that only held one back. Those words stuck with him, even as he desperately tried anything and everything to get it from the older Kaiba since his spiral. That's why he had doubted even doing this in the first place, but yet he persisted anyway, creating something with his whole heart that was broken into many pieces by the events that had transpired.

Seems like the more things change, the more they stay the same, huh?

Before he can continue his response, he and she are both directed to the door. It then opens, revealing both one of the mansion staff and someone that caused both Suzuha and Mokuba's eyes to widen in surprise.

"Master Mokuba, Sorry to interrupt, but Officer Ryuenji is here to see you."

"Hey. Sorry for dropping in like this. I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright, Mokuba."

Before Mokuba can attempt to comment on the other's words, the ruby hues of the other focus on the other individual in the room. A hand goes over Tasuku chest as Mokuba watches him do a slight bow, like a prince would greeting a princess. "Lady Suzuha? Is that you? What a surprise! I did not expect to see you here today. I was not aware you and Mokuba knew each other."

"O-Oh! Y-Yes!" Mokuba's eyes widen just a bit at the sudden stammering in her voice, something he has never seen before from his friend. Suzuha whips out her fan, quickly covering the light blush forming in her cheeks with it. "We've been friends for years, T-Tasuku! Our fathers...were acquainted, and that's how we got introduced. My being here today is just one of many I've had with Mokuba dear over the years. I was not aware you were acquainted with him as well, but considering the celebrity that you are, I guess it's no surprise."

Mokuba and Tasuku both take a sigh of relief at her conclusion,both seemingly deciding to go along with it. Considering all the work Tasuku and the Buddy Police had done to keep the Death-T incident from going public, Suzuha becoming privy to it would put that in jeopardy. Not only that, Mokuba didn't want his friend to know his part of it, a part he felt like he had to do as a last-ditch effort to get the older Kaiba's attention at the time.

"Thanks for coming to check on me, Officer Ryuenji. I appreciate it."

"Please, just call me Tasuku. I think you and I are well acquainted enough to not speak so formally to one another."

Tasuku then took a seat, watching the two go back to their crafts as he did not want to intrude it seemed. It was a new thing for Mokuba to have 'friends over' like this, people who actively wanted to see him and were not trying to get anything out of him. It was...nice.

Was this...the feeling that comes from true friendship and unity with others? The very thing that Yugi seemed to have harnessed to beat his brother?

Mokuba then picks up the last part, the last piece, to his creation, the one item from the past he's treasured and preserved throughout the years. It was something he had clung to, a spark of hope he always held onto despite the darkness that came into his life. It was important to him, more than anyone including his brother, knew..until today that is.

"Mokuba? Is that...?" Tasuku questions, looking over along with Suzuha at the item the youngest in the room now held in his hands.

"Mhmm...It's an old picture of me and Seto before we were adopted by Gozaboru. We looked pretty different back then, huh?"

"You look the same to me, dear Mokuba. It is your brother who is the different one here. I..I have never seen Seto Kaiba...smile with such heart before. Not even during events we've both attended or any promotions I've seen. It's... polarizing, to put it mildly."

"Yeah...It was...a different time, a time before...all of this. That's why this picture is very dear to me, probably the most important thing I own now. And..."

Mokuba begins to do the unthinkable next, slowly starting to rip the photograph in two. His actions shock the other two in the room, both almost going to say something before he continues on and starts to place half of the picture into one of the lockets, precisely the half of the photograph he is featured in.

"I'm going to share it with him, share with Seto my most treasured memory, so that he will...come back to me someday."

Once he finishes the process with the other locket, the boy moves to leave the room, telling his guests he needs to do something. With that, he runs down the long corridors of the Kaiba Mansion, not stopping until he reaches the most guarded part of the house: his brother's chambers.

The maid moves aside to let him in, bringing Mokuba face-to-face with his brother for the first time in weeks. Just looking at him like this, in a coma and stuck in a wheelchair like a lifeless husk, pained him like nothing else. However, he pressed forward anyway, for he had something important to do.

"Big Brother...I...I don't know if you can hear me, but...I...I want to give you something, something to help guide you back to me...A piece of my heart..."

Mokuba then places one of the lockets he created, the one containing his own picture, around his brother's neck. He then puts the remaining one, the one containing Seto's picture, around his own neck, the boy then clenching it protectively like he was a dragon protecting a treasured gem. He can feel his heart start to ache and his body start to quake along with it, his emotions that he had been trying so hard to manage in order to stay strong finally taking over him.

Before he can realize it, his knees buckle, sending him down to the floor and his face into Seto's lap. Water flows from his eyes and land on the white fabric of his brother's clothing, his cries starting to echo throughout the mansion. His friends, immediately upon hearing it spring into action, both stopping in their tracks upon meeting the maid when having reached the entrance. The woman told them to leave the young master on his own for now, to allow him his feelings he's been holding in to come out freely without judgment.

"Mokuba..."

"Mokuba..."

And so the two listened and waited outside the door as Mokuba's cries continued for what seemed like forever, the cries being some of the most painful they'd ever heard. Little did they knew that this was not even close to displaying the amount of anguish the young boy felt, an anguish that had been building up for years upon years that all just spilled over the second his brother went into that coma. For he had been through so much, seen so much, all since that fateful day that changed everything for him and his older brother...

"Seto...Come back...Come back to me...Big brother...I...I miss you...I...I need you...I need you here with me...I don't know who I am without you...So, please...Please I'm begging you...Come home soon..."

[victorluvsalice]

Happy Birthday Deathmaiidens!

@deathmaiidens -- as per your request, we have the Van Dorts (as in Victor and Victoria) at the seaside, enjoying a little beach picnic, with a special visitor coming to call at the end. :) Enjoy!

--

“Well – I didn’t think I’d ever agree with your mother on anything, but – this sea air is quite invigorating.”

Victor chuckled, taking a deep breath as he looked across the sand at the tide lapping the shore. “It is quite a nice change from Burtonsville,” he agreed, adjusting his position on their blanket so his leg didn’t fall asleep. “And especially the cannery.”

“Oh yes, I can imagine,” Victoria agreed, picking up another sandwich from the spread between them before giving him a mock-stern look. “But we did promise not to talk about your work while we were here, didn’t we?”

“We did, but I’m not sure mentioning how horrible the cannery smells is really talking about work,” Victor argued, taking a slice of apple. “At least, not in the same way as me telling you about how tricky getting some of the ledgers in order is.”

“Perhaps not, but it’s at least brushing up against it.” Victoria laid her free hand on his as she nibbled her sandwich. “How about we talk about the croquet game we’re attending tomorrow instead?”

Victor worried his lower lip. “I’m – not entirely sure that’s a more pleasant topic. You know I’m not very good at sports.”

“I know, but your mother’s already arranged the visit, and I doubt anyone will think the less of you for not being able to hit the ball perfectly through the hoops.”

“I’m more worried about losing my grip on the mallet and sending it flying through a window.”

Victoria paused mid-nibble, looking at him sideways. “Do you really think that could happen?”

“Ask the glazier my parents had to bring in when I was nine.” Victor sighed, leaning his chin against his hand. “Still, it wasn’t as bad as when Mother tried to make a cricket-player out of me. I broke three windows during those lessons.”

“Oh dear me.” Victoria gave him an awkward smile. “Well, ah, just – keep a tight grip on the mallet?”

“It’s either that or feign illness so we don’t have to go.” Victor shot her a cheeky grin. “And I’d rather save that excuse for Lady Sunderland’s ball on Friday.”

“Ah, yes, I’d managed to forget about that...I think I’ll join you in being ill that day,” Victoria said, shuddering. “I already know the Kingsleighs will be there, and I don’t like their daughter at all. And she’s sure to be even less friendly now that I’ve managed to marry before her.”

“We’ll both develop massive headaches that evening,” Victor promised. “And then hide in our rooms and find a better way to spend the time.”

Victoria smirked. “Did you mean that to sound as saucy as it did, Mr. Van Dort?”

Victor went pink – then blinked as a blue butterfly suddenly winged past him and settled on his hand. “Oh – hello there,” he greeted it warmly, glad of the distraction. “Come for a visit, then?”

The butterfly flexed its wings. “It’s always lovely to see you again,” Victoria said, giving it a smile. She glanced out at the vast blue-green expanse of the ocean before them. “Did you ever visit the seaside in the Land of the Dead?”

The butterfly crawled around, pointing its feelers in the direction of the water. “I’m not sure they have oceans down there,” Victor said thoughtfully. “At least, not like we have them. Probably they’re just full of dead fish.” He winked at her. “Like the cannery.”

Victoria shook her head with a laugh. “Always back to the cannery. . .but if that is the case, I’m glad we can share the beauty of the living ocean here.”

Victor nodded, leaning his shoulder against hers. “Me too.”

And just for a moment, the sea breeze felt like cool arms around them, and seemed to whisper in their ears, Me three.

--

[hauntsect]

It's thundering, storming harshly outside the wards – every patient prompted to stay inside. Yet, despite them being protected from the heavy rain and the lightning outside, the strong noise of a calamity reached every single room. Not just that, the screams of one particular patient reverberate throughout every corner. The noise must be getting to them.

"Someone, please, sedate whoever is causing such a ruckus." The doctor says and the nurses hesitate to speak. It's one of them who ultimately informs what the others wanted to say, he himself seems shaky about it, too.

"It's Hyles, sir." The man speaks and the doctor stops scribbling on paperwork. He turns over to the nurse, he stares back at him, eyes squinting in disbelief.

"My little boy? Is he in pain?" It was the only explanation for this and even that was shaky. He wasn't one to complain so audibly about his ailments. Why, the man called him his best patient due to it. He had even visited him earlier today, gifted him a nice book to read and all. Hyles had said the pain was bearable. Now, though, even he could hear his shrieks and wails from the other corner of the ward. Sounded like those of an agonizing, wretched creature. His poor kid...

Rushing to room 125, the scenery took a drastic change. From white, pristine walls to a shocking crimson, there's blood splattered all over. Pieces of skin fall roughly along with it. On the once white bed sits the boy, ripping and tearing at his own skin with both fingers and trembling scalpel. All of this, done as he cries out. The bodies of both nurses and doctors decorate parts of the floor and even the corners of the bed – it seemed it wasn't only his blood spread around.

He looked grotesque, flesh ripped apart, tears staining even the parts of his face that were bleeding out. Hyles is desperate, he screams and shakes, he wails, and speaks...

The language is foreign — to the people seeing it happen, it's all gibberish. Yet he cries out... and the doctor listens.

"Hyles... Hyles, it's me. Are you listening? If you cry out like this, we can't help you. Use the words you have learned. Use them." He encourages and, somehow, in between the wails, his carving of skin, blood-splattering comes to a halt, trickling down in discreet puddles. The scalpel falls over to the crimson bed, just as he is downcast. Finally, it seems like he is breathing.

"It hurts..."

"That has never caused such a visceral reaction. Go on, keep using your words." The doctor encourages while slowly approaching the boy.

"It is killing me. I'm dying, but... the stars. They're too high up, I cannot reach them. And the things they demand, and the things they want, I cannot do it. They're calling to me, I see them, I hear them. They're everywhere. I'll die before I make it. I... cannot... Cannot let it happen. Cannot, I must extirpate this decease, before it stops me... But I can't find it. I have to go deeper."

"No, Hyles, sweetest little saccharine dew," the doctor calls to him sweetly, mimicking the ways in which Hyles himself liked to speak towards his favorites, it keeps his attention steady, it was a language shared between them – proof of affection, Hyles would oftentimes call it, a weapon the doctor quietly surmised. The very weapon he used right now to keep Hyles calm. Crazed eyes land upon the older man's, who smiles back at him, calmly. He approaches and Hyles raises his hands towards him.

"I can't find it..." He cries out vaguely, tears running down. The man nods at him before he covers the bloodied boy in an embrace... and injects him a vivid blue liquid in. For a moment, there was silence, the grip of the boy slowly growing weaker and weaker... He gives in to the doctor's embrace, eyes closing, a relaxed sigh coming out.

"I thought our sedatives didn't work on him..."

"They don't... This was a different medicine." He comments, a blatant lie he hides neatly as he remains there, hugging his dear boy for a while longer... Worried that this might be the last time he could.

He thought maybe Hyles would turn into a crazed monster, much like the other subjects exposed to such a vial... He acknowledged he was crazy for even thinking this might help, for even trying it out on him, of all people. After he had done it, he was sure he would come to regret it. Yet, no growling, no twist or turning, nothing comes out of it. Instead, peace. Hyles sleeps, and the doctor places him softly on the bed. When he turns over, the fellow nurses who saw everything were still there, unable to decide if to leave or not. The scene was enough to make them want to run, but...

"Stitch him up. I'll take care of the rest." He wouldn't say it, but he was kind of an expert when it came to fixing a scene... "My nephew is not to be disturbed, once you're done. Just stitch him, wrap him up, and leave the room as is."

Nauseous and unsure, the nurses comply, and their hard work begins...

Hyles knows it has taken him long to wake up, despite the rain still pouring so soundly. It seemed the storm wouldn't let up, but it looked quite dark outside, despite the intensity of the lights keeping his room from succumbing to the void. The pain is gone, it has subsided, his organs no longer burning, no need to twist and turn, wail or scream. His muscles ache, his body aches, but the sting seems so far-away, nullified by the bandages spread all over him, and some form of painkiller.

He hears a scrubbing by his side, he turns over and realizes the walls have been rendered pristine white again... Only remnants of crimson remain on the floor. No bodies to be seen. Right, he recalled ripping one of his least favorites apart... and some others. He sits over, his uncle is doing quite a good job at this, he never believed him when he said he used to be a cleaner... Even the book he had been reading – the very one the man had gifted him – was no longer stained with blood. His bookmarks intact, as if nothing had happened to them.

We are not alone in the universe. I am not alone. I am a part of this universe, too.

"What did you do to me?" A hoarse voice asks and the doctor turns over, smiling as he usually does with his favorite patient.

"I might have found your cure."

[vaguely-concerned]

I couldn't help myself, I had to make Zero in beskar armour a reality. my desperation to see it realized overpowered my trepidation in the face of drawing armour, such was its power. (it was actually really fun to draw tho, turns out!) I imagine that it's beskar prosthetic arm + plate armour on the upper body and right arm, where the majority of Zero's remaining organic parts are still hanging out, and beneath that a cortosis weave undersuit for the whole body as an extra layer of insurance. altogether it probably costs more than the yearly national budget of a decently sized Mid-Rim planet and involved several acts of brazen, breathless corruption/treason on Blue's part, but damn if Zero isn't going to be all but invulnerable by the end of it (and ready to face down lightsaber users especially -- this could be real cool if they'd end up going against Louphan eventually).

needless to say blue has a picture of zero in full armour hanging over his bed like a pinup poster. yes in a horny way. he also definitely helped design the look of it

+ my first little design idea sketch! (or rather the first one that stuck/didn't make me want to crawl under a rock and never come out haha)

[allylikethecat]

Chapters: 4/9 Fandom: The 1975 (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy Characters: Matthew Healy, George Daniel, Ross Macdonald Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Hospitalization, Drug Abuse, Suicide Attempt Series: Part 1 of The Infection 'Verse Summary:

“I don’t like going there,” Matty responded, jutting his chin out with false confidence. He didn’t have many clear memories of going to A&E, but the hazy snippets were from a dark time. He was sixteen and downed an entire bottle of his mother’s sleeping pills. He was twenty one and had alcohol poisoning. He was twenty four and broke his wrist, falling while a toxic mix of drunk and high. He was twenty six and he ODed for the first time. He was twenty seven and George had broken his shoulder, Matty sitting shaking with fear and withdrawal in the waiting room. He was twenty seven and ODed a second time. He was twenty seven and admitted to detox. He was twenty eight and had relapsed. He was thirty and had food poisoning, throwing up everything he had ever even considered eating ever. He really didn’t want to go to A&E.

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The nine times Matty went to A&E and why he doesn't want to go now.

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AKA The A&E Fic™️

[louismygf]

2022 louie wrapped 🫂

favorite song on walls - fearless

favorite song on fitf - lucky again or att or waoyf or ooms or or or

favorite fitf single - out of my system

favorite music video - bigger than me

most played song on spotify by louis - kill my mind (lifetime), bigger than me (6 months), all this time (4 weeks)

louis life lesson - always have hope. trust your gut & follow your heart (also, when following your heart, dont be afraid to make mistakes). be brave.

favorite louis lyric - time can always heal you, if you let it make its way into your bones (fitf)... otb lyrics still at my top though! specifically it's a solo song and it's only for the brave (walls)

favorite louis outfit - SOOO many. love me to death and longer hoodie, pleasure is pain cardigan, green dork sweater, purple hydrogen tee, pittsburgh 😇, F1 fila sweater, 28op black turtleneck & this..., but i feel like giving attention to this outfit :)

favorite live performance - THE FIRST PERFORMANCE OF BIGGER THAN ME, LIVE FROM MILAN, WAS INSANE ACTUALLY!!!!!!!!!!!

live favorite tour show - girl. all three nights of ltwt22: mexico city (n1 got me locked out of twitter, n2- just full on fun and complete chaos and n3......... perfection)

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