#AND RIGHT NOW I CAN'T HELP BUT ASK YOU 'DO THE DEAD GROW OLDER TOO?'

[teganorsara]

wichitalk — pigeon pit

and I was just wondering if your sister was alive what do you think she'd look like in high school? when you said "come on in, the water's fine" I whispered, "I don't want to hurt you"

[zoesmp4]

STUPID “love makes you stupid.” carl grimes x walsh!reader

tags: angst, some fluff, violence, blood, 6x9

a/n: omg this req was SO good i am sosososo sorry i couldn’t execute it properly 😭 im not so proud of this one, but i hope its ok!! 

you and carl grimes had been best friends ever since you could walk. you both met when your dad brought you to "bring your kid to work day" down at the station. the scent of coffee and the echo of footsteps filled the air.

it started to seem extremely boring, until a stranger approached you and your dad. you saw a little boy standing next to him, and felt a little less lonely. the man recognized you, though you had no idea who he was. "hi there y/n, this is carl." he introduced.

ever since then, you guys were inseparable. you and carl had a bond which was special, it was like no other. you could be yourself around him, and you could tell carl felt the same. the ease, the comfort, like you didn't have to pretend to be anyone else when you were together.

as expected, seeing him for the first time after the apocalypse started unleashed a unique wave of relief within you. you vividly recall the both of you making eye contact and running toward each other. you hugged each other tightly, as if you'd been separated for years.

"i was so scared!" you said, clutching your doll in your hand. "you don't need to be scared anymore," he reassured. "i'm here to protect you." carl loved to be your knight in shining armor, even when you were young.

through all the dark days, and as you both grew older, you two had always been there for each other. no matter whatever crap life threw at you, you guys stuck together. walker got too close to you? dead.

"i would never let anything happen to you. don't worry." he would always say. he was your closest friend, your ride or die. growing up was hard enough during the apocalypse, but having each other made it bearable.

however, as time passed, you started to feel a different way towards him. you started to feel as if things wouldn't be so bad if you guys were more than friends. actually, it was starting to seem like it was all you could dream of.

you thought it was just a one time thing, but you were dumb to think so. you often found yourself blushing at the thought of him, and when he had caught you daydreaming, let's just say he was curious.

"come on, why can't you just tell me who you like?" he asked, growing more agitated by the second. "shut up, i don't like anyone." you said, rolling your eyes playfully. "bullshit, tell me who it is." he said, looking you in the eye, a grin plastered onto his pretty face.

"nope!" you replied, popping the "p."

carl grimes had stolen your heart, and there was no doubt about it. you knew he had you wrapped around his finger, it was quite obvious when you would stress whenever he got the tiniest injury.

"calm down, it's just a cut." "do you ever shut up?" you would say, reaching for the bandaids on the top shelves of your room. "it's really not as bad as it looks." you knew he was telling the truth, it was never that serious. however, you being you, you couldn't help but worry. 

but now? now it was actually serious. too serious. you felt the panic start to sink in the second you saw ron, a vengeful look on his face, pointing a gun in rick's direction. you froze when you realized who was in standing front of him. it was carl. your carl.

"you." ron said. your heart pounded against your ribs. your breaths were shallow and rapid, as a wave of terror gripped you. surely he wouldn't actually shoot. right? so many possibilities were going through your head at once, it was the worst thing you ever experienced.

fortunately, michonne came in a flash. you jumped slightly when her katana pierced through ron's skin. atleast it was all over now though. rick was alright. carl was alright.

or so you thought.

BANG!

his stupid fucking finger slipped. 

all of your negative thoughts came flooding back into your mind the moment the sound of the gunshot hit your eardrums. however, among all of your worries, there was one most prominent. where did the bullet go?

your eyes darted around before your gaze landed on carl. he had his head down, and when he looked up, it felt as if all the air in your lungs had been sucked out of your body. "dad?" he whimpered out.

he had been shot. in the head. directly into his eyesocket. the amount of blood flowing down his face made you sick to your stomach. it was only a matter of seconds before his body went limp and fell to the ground.

you never knew it was possible to feel this angry. there was no way in hell that just happened, and you couldn't do anything to stop it. it should've been you.

your facial expression contorted into one showing pure horror and anxiety. your eyes widened, tears at the rim, threatening to fall out. you breathed heavily, as you felt anguish and rage twist within you. rick lifted carl into his arms and carried him. that was your cue to pull out your knife.

you and michonne ran in front of rick and carl, killing walkers one by one. you were going ballistic, slashing every walker you possibly could, grunts escaping your mouth with every stab. you were going on a rampage, you weren't even thinking, you were just so enraged. how could you have let that happen to him?

blood splattered across your face, but you barely even noticed. hot tears streamed down your cheeks. each drop carried the weight of frustration and sorrow, their salty taste bitter on your lips. your body started to grow tired, but you kept pushing. dozens of walkers were laying on the ground.

now, the focus was getting carl help. and that's what you wanted. but you just couldn't stop. you were about to plunge your bloody knife into yet another walker, but michonne caught your arm in mid-air.

"that's enough." she said. she noticed how your chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, and the way you looked like you wanted to watch the world burn.

she took the knife from your grasp before putting her hand around your shoulder for a few seconds to calm you down. "we have to hurry." she continued to kill every walker in her sight, one by one. you didn't care that your body hurt like hell, you didn't care about all the blood splattered onto you, you didn't care that you were exhausted.

the only thing you cared about was carl. would he be okay? was this the end? were you gonna lose your other half? your heart ached. you weren't even gonna get to tell him how you felt about him.

after what seemed like hours of running and fighting, you found yourself laying down in the infirmary bed next to carl's. he'd been patched up before you. he was sleeping, and you were glad he was getting the rest he needed.

but every time you looked at him, your chest tightened. he should've never even have to be here. he should've never had to go through that, ever.

daryl had a chair pulled up next to your bed. he was like a father figure to you after shane died. he sighed, wiping your now crimson splattered arms with a wet rag to clean off the blood. "y' used the knife i gave you?" he said, not looking up from your arm. "yeah, it's the best i have."

the silence in the room was so loud. it's not that he was disappointed in you, he was proud you were able to defend yourself. it was the fact that you could've died and you still kept pushing that made him so quiet. he cared about you a lot, and he knew you didn't have to fight so hard, especially at your age.

"why'd you do that?" he asks, finally making eye contact with you. you let out a breath before opening your mouth to speak, "love makes you stupid."

it felt nice, to finally be able to talk to someone about your feelings for the blue eyed boy. after all, you were never gonna tell him, so atleast you could tell someone. "damn right it does." he replied, before lighty ruffling your hair. 

"get some sleep, okay kiddo?" daryl said, wiping the last of the blood off your arms. "yeah, jus- please don't te-" "i won't tell a soul." he cut you off, already knowing what you were gonna ask of him. "thanks." you said, smiling.

little did you know, daryl wasn't the only person who heard your late night confession. a "sleeping" carl stirred in his bed, now facing the wall in the opposite direction of you. perhaps it was the exhaustion getting to you, but you could've sworn you heard a light chuckle.

[talkativeanxiousturtle]

TW: Mention of death, mention of su*c*de.

I saw the description for "Psych", on Netflix. And if you don't know, it's basically about this detective helping the police who has to convince everyone he's a genius but actually he's a psychic.

So I had this idea for a AU. What if Sherlock could see ghosts? Now, when I write fantasy, ghosts already have a set of rules in my universe, that makes them juuuuust unhelpful enough that they can't fix the characters' problems, and just important enough that they haunt the narrative, quite literally. So I used those rules for my ghosts. That would mean that Sherlock, although he would have a huge advantage in solving the crimes, still wouldn't be able to like, deduce everything about you. Like he's still a genius for doing that. It's just... Now he also sees ghosts. He can't really talk to them with people around (people already dislike him, if they think he's crazy he'll lose all credibility), and ghosts don't like communicating with the living anyways, unless you're willing to trade something away. Sherlock is NOT. So, his power seems pretty useless, right?

But what if he had a ghost friend? A ghost bonded to him, haunting him, but still on good enough terms that he's willing to help Sherlock in his endeavors. His ghost friend interrogates the ghosts on the scene, asks questions, makes sure they get as much info from the other side as they can. Sherlock uses the clues to find out WHAT question to ask.

Now all that's left is to figure out just who that ghost is... The easy answer seems to be John. A dead soldier haunting 221B, Sherlock moves in, and John gets so enraptured in Sherlock's adventures that his unfinished business becomes writing about him. John uses a haunted pen to write it all, by hand.

But then, Johnlock just becomes tragic, doesn't it? Sherlock is constantly lying awake, fearing that John will finally tire of writing about him and move on to the next plane. And John doesn't want to leave Sherlock alone! He's scared of what Sherlock might do, if left behind. John is refusing himself Heaven, to make sure Sherlock doesn't end up in Hell. Sure, he had no reason to think that Sherlock would end up in Hell, but... It's Sherlock. Come on. So when Sherlock does something wrong, John is WAY more on his case about it. He's terrified for Sherlock's soul. The fic would end with the Fall, because why, pray tell, would Sherlock bother faking his death? Just join your boyfriend. Sure, he could envision a way out, but all he has to do is lie to John, "there is no other way", and John would let himself be convinced.

That's all well and good, but a story where the happy ending is "main character kills self" is not like... A GREAT moral for a story to have, especially in THIS mentally ill fandom. So you know what would be a better moral? Learning to let go of hurts past, and choosing to live. We all know Sherlock would die for John, would kill for him. What if, in this one, we make him live for him?

I propose Sherlock's ghost friend should be Victor Trevor. Sherlock's dead childhood friend never stopped haunting him, quite literally this time. Sherlock was so traumatized, his desire to grow up with Victor, to not be left alone, so strong that he accidentally tethered Victor to the mortal plane. He doesn't know he's the one who did it, of course, and Victor doesn't want to tell him. He knows Sherlock would hate himself too much for it. So, they cohabitate. They get to grow up together. At first, they think Victor is just going to stay a child, but for some reason he's able to grow older. Makes sense, since he's a manifestation of Sherlock's desire for them to age together, but THEY DON'T KNOW THAT. Sherlock isn't as bitter about being alone, in this version. After all, he still has a best friend. And no one could ever replace him.

Then he meets John.

Oh! The guilt of Sherlock, as he begins to feel things for John! Oh! The jealousy of John, for this unknowable, apparently much smarter, funnier, handsomer friend than he! Oh! The torn feelings of Victor, both fearing losing his place in Sherlock's heart, and wishing his friend would move on!

... Should I write it.

[dandylovesturtles]

okay okay so can I ask for a treat with imbi leo and a future leo :3

This is about to be extremely self-indulgent lol. And maybe a little OOC but at this point in IMBI Leo's not really feeling up to his normal jokester schtick.

CW: brief talk of "giving up" and becoming a ghost forever, mention of family being dead but in a non-traumatic sense

set in the first part of chapter 14

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The place he lands is warm and quiet, well-lit but not bright, formless but still small and cozy. Leo feels calmer than he has in weeks, a deep, soft peace washing over him.

He knows he's not alone; looking around, he spots the other occupant. Head and shoulders taller than Leo, face creased by trials but also laughter, missing an arm but still looking at him with a bright spark in his eye.

Himself, over twenty years older.

Leo comes closer, and his doppelganger smiles at him, calm and reassuring.

"You're... Master Leonardo."

The older turtle chuckles. "I'm not your sensei; just Leonardo is fine. Maybe Leon, if you want."

Leo comes closer, until he's standing within arm's reach of Leonardo. "Sooo... is this a dream, or what?"

Leonardo's smile flickers, but doesn't go away. "You took a little bit of a break from consciousness; you're dissociating pretty hard, champ." He shakes his head. "But no, I'm not a dream. Turns out, Hamato "ancestor" is defined pretty loosely."

He holds his only hand out for Leo, who hesitates. "I can't..."

"Hey, it's okay." Leonardo beckons with his finger. "I can see you. We're talking. You don't think this will work, too?"

That's some logic he can't deny. Still, he's hesitant as he reaches out and puts his hand in Leonardo's palm. It's even bigger than Raph's, he thinks, and he wonders how huge his brother will get in the future.

Leonardo wraps his fingers around Leo's hand and gives a light tug, pulling him closer; the shock of it, that he actually can be touched, makes Leo jump. "Hey, it's alright," says Leonardo soothingly. He urges Leo to settle down in his lap, but Leo hesitates. If he does, it'll be obvious how bad he wants a hug.

Unsurprisingly, Leonardo sees right through him. "Who are you trying to be cool for?" he asks, his voice lightly teasing. "It's just us here."

Again, he can't argue with that logic.

Leo sits in Leonardo's lap, and immediately his older counterpart wraps his one arm around him. Leo can't help the full body shiver that runs over him at the touch, nor can he help but nuzzle into Leonardo's plastron. Leonardo chuckles again, voice warm and kind, and rubs Leo's arm and shoulder. The calm that's been present since he arrived here grows deeper, stronger, and Leo lets out a long, content sigh.

He loves and appreciates Donnie from the bottom of his heart, but there's something about being totally wrapped up in a hug like this that makes him feel safer than anything.

"We've all been watching you, you know," says Leonardo after he's let Leo sit and soak up the contact for a few minutes.

"Oh." Leo grimaces. "That's... kinda embarrassing."

"Don't be embarrassed. Everyone's so proud of you."

Leo presses his face into Leonardo's chest, hiding from whatever stares he may be getting. "Haven't done much to be proud of."

"Hey, hey, no." Leonardo takes him by the shoulders and pulls him back, enough to look in his face. "You're doing so good, champ. You're doing so good."

"According to you," says Leo. "And we've always been kinda full of ourselves."

"Okay, one, you know that's not entirely true." Leonardo pulls him in close again, rubbing his shell. It feels nice. "And two, it's not just me. I meant it; the whole family is proud of you. The ones on my side, and the ones taking care of you right now."

There's a sudden lump in his throat, and Leo swallows harshly around it.

"...I gave up," he admits softly, his voice ragged. "I gave up in there. I wanted to... wanted to stay like this."

"Ah, kid..." Leonardo pulled him closer, wrapping him as securely as one arm could hold him. "You were being hurt. You just wanted the pain to stop. That's not giving up."

"But I did. I really... really thought I was just going to..."

"No you didn't. You thought about it, then you got back up." Leonardo gives him a light squeeze. "That's all we want, Leo. For you to get back up."

"Getting up's hard."

"I know. But you did it."

"How'd you do it?" Leo shifts so he can look up at Leonardo. "All those years. How'd you get back up every time?"

Leonardo tilts his head. "It was hard for me, too. But I think you already know why. I didn't want to be without them." He smiles encouragingly. "And they didn't want to be without me."

Leo sniffs. Curls himself back up against Leonardo.

"Thought it wasn't supposed to be about me."

"Some things are about you, champ," Leonardo assures him. "This? This is very much about you. And that's okay."

Leo sniffs again. Feels his eyes burn.

"I should... probably go back, huh?"

"Don't push yourself. I'm here for you, and they're taking good care of you out there."

Leo nods. Shifts to get more comfortable.

"...Maybe I'll hang out a little longer."

"Sure thing, champ. As long as you need."

[riptidesblog]

Take my hand please(save those who don't want to be saved)

Summary: In a failed attempt to reverse the merge,Ras and Arin end up creating a mergequake that is sure to swallow all of the merged realms.Lloyd just wants to save Arin...Arin isn't sure he wants to be saved

(there is mention of blood and a wound but not descreptive and Arin briefly considers doing something he thinks will kill him)

Arin gripped the handle of his grappling hook tighter in an effort to pull himself up. It was useless really.There was no way he could do that with the mergequake below him sucking everything into it.

"Arin!"

He looked up.It was Lloyd.His former master looked down at him with desperation in his eyes just like his parents did all those years ago when the sky split apart.

"Take my hand,I'll pull you up!" the green ninja screamed over the howling wind.Arin couldn't think of a single reason Lloyd would be so willing to help him now.Arin left them for Ras.He fought against them. He hurt Sora and she was Lloyd's favorite student.Successful student.

"Why?" he blurted out.Although he intended to ask why Lloyd would want to save him,he realized what he really meant was why he should accept the green ninja's help.He knew it was a stupid question.Whatever feelings he harbored for the ninja wouldn't help him get out of this mess.He'd get swallowed by the very merhequake he and Ras summoned and it would keep growing until it devoured the whole merged realms.Would the ninja be able to stop it?Would he come back if they did?Would anyone else?

"Arin,I know I failed you,but please!Just take my hand!"

Lloyd was right.He did fail Arin.

"Please!"

But that was no reason to die,right?He could still get out,help the ninja and...and what?Rot in whatever cell they threw him into?He's not as naive to think he can get away with what he's done consequence-free.He learned from Ras a lot more about ninja than when they were still his idols.He learned enough about the fate of those who challenged them.Some dead,some imprisoned,others forced to change their ways. Stiix ghost wasn't much older than Arin when he died by Nya's hands.Arin can't let that happen. He'd rather perish than live a life knowing he could've gotten his parents back and failed. Falling into a mergequake would be a painless end, wouldn't it?He ignored the cold tendrils of fear that wrapped around him at the thought.He did not want to die,he did not-

"Arin!Arin,come on!" Lloyd screamed above him.

Whatever answer he was about to give was lost in a shout of pain that shot through his leg.A weight.A heavy weight on him.He looked down and saw the claws digging into flesh,the blood pouring down his leg.Ras.Arin was mistaken when he thought his master had fallen to his doom. He managed to hold on and now Arin was the ledge he used. "Ras!Let go of him!" Lloyd yelled.Arin shook his leg,trying to shake him off.

"Stop it,Arin!"

"Let go of me!"

Arin was strong.He was strong even before he met Lloyd,but he wasn't strong enough to keep both Ras and himself from falling.The mergequake's pull would overpower him soon.

"Do not forget who failed you,Arin!The green ninja will let you down and I will help you find your parents.Just pull us out and we will deal with this minor inconvenience." the tiger growled and Arin couldn't help but frown.Arin may have been terrible at recognizing true intentions before,but he'd changed and right now he knew that Ras failed him too.

"You helped enough." he snapped,kicking Ras in the face.Unfortunately,that did nothing.Then a blur of green shot past him.

"Let go of him!" Lloyd all but growled,hands glowing with power.Ras did not.His claws digged deeper,tearing fabric and flesh alike and Arin screamed-

and there was green and then the weight was gone.Ras fell into the mergequake.This time for real.

"Arin!Come on,I will pull you up!" Lloyd called again and Arin did not think about how terrified deep down he was,just reached out and-and before he knew it,he was safely out of the pit and Sora was running towards him,metal arm wrapping around him in a hug he didn't-couldn't return and everything was too bright,too loud and he couldn't think-

"I'm sorry." he whispered,unsure if it was his parents or his friend he was apologizing to.

[penquinnpebbles]

Dysmorphio's Back At It Again! | Bill Cipher x Reader

Was feeling not so good today, but then I was inspired by a certain page in my Book of Bill! This is incredibly self-indulgent lmao

Synopsis: You don't like the way you look. Bill decides to cheer you up in his own weird way.

Content: can be read as platonic or romantic, established relationship (timeline is unclear but like assume he's just living with you or something), OOC Bill Cipher, talks of dysmorphia and self-deprecation, attempt at comfort, mostly lighthearted and silly, Bill's advice may not work for everyone!! but he does mean well (or is trying to anyways)

You feel like you're doing something wrong.

You stare at the mirror, eyes zoning in on every flaw. The more you look, the more things you find that makes your chest tighten. A zit there, some dry skin here...

Your hair is unflattering on your head, and your face shape reminds you of lumpy clay. Your lips are dry, and your eyes have bags that make it look sunken--like a skeleton or a corpse. Your body is awkward looking, and you're barely fashionable enough to pull it off.

Who are you kidding? Nothing looks good on you. The styles you try to copy off of Pinterest or any other site never end up working out: You never seem to look as good compared to the people in the picture.

...You don't get it. You thought that, by now, things would change. As a kid, you believed that you'd look better when you grew up. Nicer. More attractive. That was how puberty worked, right? You go through an awkward phase as your body grows, and when you become an adult, you'd be the stunning and most drop dead gorgeous looking person you dreamed of being.

Of course, you understand now that's not how it really works. Technically, yes, puberty is like that. But realistically, you're probably not going to turn into a super model. And that was fine with you.

Really, it was.

Until you saw your friends and can't help but think how lovely they look. Then you see the people around you and think that they look lovely, too.

Then you look at yourself.

And you can't help but think that 'lovely' is the last word you'd use.

You know that beauty is subjective. You know that your younger self's mentality of 'I'll instantly look amazing when I grow older!' is flawed, because good looks aren't something you can grow into.

But looking at everyone else, and how they all seem to grow into that 'good looking/attractive' person you imagined... Meanwhile, you feel like you're still stuck in the awkward phase.

You let out a quiet sigh.

You just want to see yourself and feel good about how you look. Is that too much to ask?

"Hey there, slick!"

You startle and let out a yelp, stumbling back. Bill laughs from his spot next to you.

"Wow, you're awfully jumpy! Too caught up in your self-deprecation spiral to even notice I'm here?" Bill summons his simple black cane and twirls it in his fingers, eye shining with mirth. "Be glad you evolved to be a predator species, kid. Being that distracted usually means you'd end up as someone's dinner!"

He cackles, and you calm down your racing heart.

"Anyways," Bill snaps his finger, cane disappearing. "I can't help but notice you staring blankly at yourself in the mirror for the past 2 minutes! You finally lost your mind after being around me for so long?"

You open your mouth to say something, before thinking better and closing it. Bill takes in your silence with a hum, eye raking over you.

"Ohh, I see what's going on. You don't like the way you look, huh?"

You turn to face him. Wow, it's like he read your mind. Though, knowing Bill, he probably did.

Bill only shakes his head. "Looks like Dysmorphio's back at it again!"

Your face twists into confusion. Dysmorphio? Bill catches your expression and his eye crinkles like he's smiling.

"He's from the mirror dimension," Bill clarifies. "And let me tell you, he's a real piece of work! He's the reason why people stay inside because 'your face looks weird today'." He does air quotation marks and rolls his eye, and scoffs. "Pretty stupid, if you ask me."

Bill's words make shame trickle in your gut, and you look away.

He falters at that.

"Hey, c'mon, I didn't mean that you're..." Bill trails off, hand outstretched and voice softening just a tiny bit.

Bill almost touches your shoulder before he stops himself, fingers curling into his palm. His eye looks to the side, contemplative... Then he steels himself with a familiar spark of confidence.

Bill grabs your collar-

"C'mere!"

-And drags you in front of the mirror. You let out a strangled noise at the sudden movement and try to find your footing when Bill lets go.

After you balanced yourself, Bill clears his throat.

"Alright, kid, there's no easy way to break this to you. I know it's not hard for creatures like Dysmorphio to get in your head- I mean, look at me! I got in easy peasy!" He leans forward, finger pointing at you. "But that doesn't mean you should ACTUALLY listen to him!"

You perk up at that, and Bill leans back casually, floating at your eye level.

"Here's the truth, slick. You are disgusting."

You deadpan.

"BUT!" He quickly adds, "Guess what? So is everyone else! If you think about it, you're ALL just a bunch of meat computers in a slowly deteriorating flesh prison. So why not FLAUNT it? Here-"

He grabs you by the shoulders and turns you to face the mirror.

"Repeat after me," Bill says. "And I mean actually repeat it. Don't just read my words, alright? Actually repeat after me, or I'm going to eat your hair while you sleep."

Bill clears his throat, looking at you in the mirror.

"I am a REPULSIVE BEAST OF UNFATHOMABLE WRETCHEDNESS!"

Bill waits for your response. You sigh and decide to humor him. His eye lights up when you do, and he continues.

"I FEED ON YOUR DISGUST!"

"I AM REPUGNANCE INCARNATE, AND SHAME CANNOT CLAIM ME. Don't forget that last bit, that one's important!"

You repeat his words as you look at yourself in the mirror. The sheer goofiness of it all makes you feel... Lighter.

"There!" Bill pats your shoulder, proud. "Doesn't that feel better?"

You nod.

"Good." Bill lets his hands fall to his sides. "Now HEADBUTT THE MIRROR TO SHOW HIM WHO'S BOSS!!!"

You give him a look. Bill huffs.

"No?" You shake your head in response. Bill crosses his arms. "Fine... I'll do it for you!"

He points a finger at the mirror and shoots out blue flame like a gun. The mirror shatters, glass shards flying everywhere as Bill laughs maniacally.

Thankfully, none of the shards hit you, considering an invisible shield comes up to protect you and Bill. You wonder whether or not you were safe because you happened to be near him, or if he included you on purpose.

The thought makes you smile.

Bill dusts off his hands, "Welp! There's your lesson for the day, slick. Beauty is overrated and fake, because EVERYONE is revolting! Try reveling in your own horrifying nature for a change. It's great, trust me!"

He slings an arm over your shoulder, eye shimmering in satisfaction.

"Embrace the weirdness! Be proud of your fleshy outer shell! And don't forget to DESTROY all mirrors to taunt Dysmorphio on how he TOTALLY FAILED to get to you!!!"

Bill starts laughing again, swaying you back and forth in his hold. You look down at the floor and spot your reflection on the several glass shards scattered around.

And you find that you like what you see.

Yeah yeah cheesy ahh ending or whatever IDC!!! /lh

This was honestly just written as a personal pick me up, because I was feeling down. And what better way to make urself feel better than to write about your blorbos!!

Also, first time writing for Bill Cipher!! Dont think I got his character quite right, but eh, I'll get better at writing him in the future.

It's also wrote this in the middle of the night, so it's barely proofread WAHHSHSA I hope you still enjoyed it, tho!!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

OH I really like the idea of reader with an animalistic mutation! It could be something monster/werewolf-like, or possibly a different animal like a BEAR or some kind of big cat.

They'd have to be scared out of their wits, not able to rely on their powers and their enhanced senses doing nothing to help them out of this mess, because the pain they're in is blinding. Besides that they're caught up in freaking out at how their alive, despite all the gore and the wounds they're too scared to look at, they aren't dead, which makes no sense, and they want explanations that no one can give them.

On related note, If the kids did manage to slip away, somehow hiding under the radar for a few days even, I picture some sort of emergency forcing them to seek better refuge or certain supplies, and that's when their parents would catch up with them.

Lamb Anon

Ooooooo, that's good, thats good! I'm liking these asks, 🐑 Anon! I myself am always partial to a animal/feral mutation for Reader. And to top this situation off for you, and for everyone else? Imagine if Reader actually IS the blood child or relative of one the adults platonic yans. Maybe Reader was a child they gave up who only later wander back into their lives, only to later be ripped away by what had happened. Perhaps Reader was a mystery child they knew nothing about until after the event, and the guilt eats at them for never knowing their kid really WAS their kid by blood, too. Either way, it would only add fuel to the already massive fire that is the train wreck the kids are in. On a separate note, yes, the kids are also handling their own trauma due to dying? or almost dying, only to end up back in a world that they can't explain the changes of, but it's going rather poorly, not to mention they now have this to add to their growing trauma. It shouldn't be different, right, they couldn't have been down for long, the >,">#÷,/ only just happened, it's been at best maybe a day since what was done-

It hasn't been a day. It's not even the same year.

And they have no explanation why.

On a separate separate note, if the teens did escape the first encounter with their older, more grim and harrowing friends and family... They know they aren't out of the blue, not even close. They're dealing with people who know what they know, every plan and preparation and procedure for what to do if something goes wrong, how to track people, how to survive, places that are safe-

It's endless, how much they're out of their depth. They weren't sure they'd planned for this. That this was even a possibility. Sure, sure, they'd made a few safety precautions incase one or two of the teams' members went off the deep end or was mind controlled or possessed. They had never accounted for everyone being turned against them. And while yes, the four of them have powers and know how to use them, their powers (except possibly Reader's) aren't offensive. One of them can run really fast, faster than light if they want; one of them can walk through walls, doors, floors, anything; one of them can teleport anywhere within reason and within a two mile radius; and one of them has something that isn't any of that. Except they're all wounded, hurting, and traumatized. Fast guy can't run, phaser can't phase, teleporter can't teleport, and even though they could possibly afford to use their powers once or twice before complete collapse... they can't do so without leaving the others behind. And they don't want to leave anyone behind. So all they can do is stick together and hold out until they can make a better move. If only they have enough time to do so...

[slut4megantheestallion]

Pretty when you cry

Ethan landry x Black! Crybaby reader.

Summary: Ethan finds you pretty when you cry he likes to scare you and see the tears and fear in your eyes, so he decided to scare you while wearing his Ghostface costume and he couldn't help but smile at how beautiful you look when you cry.

Ethan loved the way you cry, he'd never seen such beautiful crier in his life, you were to fragile for anyone to break or harm, Ethan loved the way how you would hug him or sit on his lap when your scared it made him feels good that he was there to protect you. He would kill anyone who ever made you cry or try to harm you.

Y/n was heavily getting bullied by 3 girls at her school, she would come home crying, Ethan knew Y/n to well he knows when she's crying even how hard she tries to hide it, it was clear he knew. Y/n and Ethan were best friends and they tell each other everything... well not everything in Ethan's part. Ethan killed the girls thst bullied Y/n and he had a good time doing so.

While Ethan and Y/n were sitting on the couch Y/n heard the news that the girls that bullied her were dead, Y/n was a sweet innocent girl she never wished anything bad happen to then. As Y/n made it to the couch sitting right next to Ethan. " Did you heard about the news? Y/n said looking at Ethan almost about to cry. " No, what happened?" Ethan asked Y/n knowing what she was talking about... after all those sluts deserve to die knowing they were bullying Y/n. " Those girls that bullied me are dead." Y/n said crying as she hugs Ethan for comfort. "Yeah they bullied me but I don't want them die, I mean their people too." Y/n said through tears, Ethan looked at you and he thought your crying so angelic were like a angel, Ethan comfort ls Y/n as he hugs her to soothe her pain but he was smiling at what he did to those girls. Not one bit a remorse he did that for you.

Y/n was home alone since Ethan had econ, Y/n didn't like to be alone, when she was young she cried that she was alone it was lonely and she didn't find any comfort. But, now she got older and she still didn't like being alone but she learned how to deal with it she can't rely on Ethan all the time.

Y/n heard the phone rang, she walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello." Y/n said.

"Who is this?" The mysterious voice said.

"You called me, sir." Y/n said so innocently and patient making Ethan horny for you at your politeness, you were to perfect.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" The raspy voice questions Y/n.

"Oh, I don't watch scary movies, they make me scared I like watching something wholesome." Y/n said growing anxious wanting to hang up the phone.

"Uhm, sir I have to go, it was nice having this conversation but I really have to go." Y/n said feeling weirded out by the man she was talking to on the Ethan.

"Wait... No!" The voice said on the phone but Y/n hanged up before he could even say anything. As Y/n walks away from the phone she heard the phone ring again, this time she was really scared. "Hello." Y/n said as her voice shakes. "That was a big mistake, princess do you know how rude it is to hang up on someone on the phone while there talking to you." The voice says as he chuckles on the phone making Y/n.

"If you don't leave me alone I'm calling the police." Y/n threatens. "YOU CALL THE POLICE I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" The man on the phone raise his voice making Y/n cry, Ethan love the sound of your crying it was angelic and was music to his ears.

"Don't ever hang up on me, you wouldn't anything bad happen to Ethan do you?" The man says as he laughs making Y/n cry harder as her heart beats rapidly.

"What do you want from me?!" Y/n said to The man on the phone getting very scared.

"You, princess it was so easy to distract you on the phone, and I know you didn't lock your windows someone can get inside you house... I wonder who?" Y/n's heart stopped as he said that knowing she didn't lock her window.

Y/n grabbed the biggest knife in the kitchen holding it in case if the man comes for her. But all of a sudden the light went off and Y/n couldn't see.

"You're so fucked now, princess." Ethan says as he laughs as hangs up the phone. Y/n still had the knife in her hand but she was shaking since she never has been in a situation like this.. she Ethan was here so he could hug her and tell her everything was going to be alright.

Y/n didn't feel the knife in her hand anymore as it just disappeared from her hand all of a sudden the lights went on and Ghostface was standing right in front of you with the knife in his hands, "Looking for this?" Ghostface taunts Y/n as he steps closer to her menacingly.

Y/n starts crying she felt so weak she didn't know what to do, Ghostface began coming up to her face to face his body weight all up on Y/n making it hard for her to get out of his grasp.

"Why are you doing this?" Y/n cries as Ethan smirks beneath the mask as he caresses her neck with the knife as Ghostafce was focused on caressing her neck with the knife, She took off the mask to only be in shock that it was her best friend Ethan landry. He put her in all this fear and danger. Ethan smiles at Y/n and comes closer to her and whispered in her ear. "You're pretty when you cry, and I fucking love it." Ethan whispers in Y/n's as he kisses the tip of her ear. "You won't tell anyone will you sweetheart?" Ethan says looking at Y/n, Y/n was scared of Ethan and what he was capable of, so she said 'yes' to not make him mad.

"Yes." Y/n says looking at Ethan making him smiles as he hugs her knowing she was scared of him.

"Good girl, it will be our little secret~" Ethan said whispering to Y/n's ear.

[c0ffinshit]

Make Damn Sure (Robert Renfield x Reader) ONESHOT

A/N: before you all ask, yes this is Lust For Life written from Renfield's perspective. BUT, in my defence, people like how i write Renfield sooooooo, i hope you all enjoy. word count: 1,623 warnings: not proofread, mentions of blood and a corpse, renfield being renfield, song fic so lyrics to MakeDamnSure by Taking Back Sunday

"I'm gonna make damn sure that you can't ever leave. No, you won't ever get too far from me. You won't ever get too far from me. " - Taking Back Sunday

You've got this new head filled up with smoke, and I've got my veins all tangled close.

A loud, noisy street in the middle of New Orleans. And yet, I walk these streets alone, as I always have. Men and women pass by me, loudly wishing me a happy mardi gras. A mere head nod is all I can give them back. Once again, it is a curse I bare that he is gone. Dracula is dead and gone.  Do you I have a purpose anymore? No more running about, taking innocent lives, and looking for places to relocate. What do I do? Sure, I have the group and all the talking. But yet, I can’t help about find myself growing sadder every time I hear a new story of suffering and emotional pain. These people always add advice, but it almost feels like no one cares.  And I have Rebecca, the love of my life. Is she really the love of my life? What does that phrase even mean? Do I genuinely love her?

To those jukebox bars, you frequent. The safest place to hide.

Now, I pass by a corporate market. A large, garish sign read "Howdy’s." God, the lights felt blinding against my eyes. A man rushes past me, mumbling something under his breath. It didn’t matter what he said to me since the street was so loud, and I was stuck in my head. All I wanted was a quiet night indoors. But all I get is my unstoppable thoughts and bright lights from the city. Nothing is gained for this, but everything is lost. Maybe something different. A different girlfriend, location, or diet. Something different.

Suddenly, I feel a shoulder hit my arm. The woman looks up at my face and studies it for a moment. Her hair shone gently in the light of the sign. Her messager bag slowly fell off her shoulder. She seems thrown together and tired from a long shift.

 "Can I help you?" she asks, a polite tone ringing.

My face froze up; I had to say something. 

"Hi-yes, please help me," I spat out.

A long night spent with your most obvious weakness, you start shaking at the thought.

Her eyes just stared back at me as my hands grew closer together. It almost felt like she was studying me– my body, hair, eyes. An older-looking man comes into my field of vision, still wearing his uniform.

"(Y/N), you know this boy?” the man yells at her.

"Um, yeah, I do. This man is my-" she pauses, looking at me. "Boyfriend." she spits out.

"Really? What’s his name?" he asks suspiciously.

She, of course, dodges the question. "Yes, we talk all the time. We’re best friends."

"I wouldn’t say that," I mumble in reply.

"Seriously? You call this poor boy your boyfriend, and you can’t even tell me his name." her coworker replied.

"Shut up, Jim." she replied, "I do know his name."

"Don’t you think you should say it then?"

A long pause. "C’mon. Can we not fight in front of your so-called boyfriend?" Jim looked past me, and I could feel the man’s eyes fall toward the ground. 

You are everything I want. Because you are everything I'm not.

"No, you’re right, Jim. This boy has intrigued me as she did all those months ago. Let me talk to him just a bit longer." she say.  

"Aw, fine," he rolls his eyes. As the woman got closer, she continued her silent studying, noticing all stains and holes on my suit jacket. I’ve never felt more exposed, even though I was fully clothed. My shoes felt like they were too small for my feet, and my button-down shirt felt like it was too big for my newspaper-shaped body. I must come off as homeless, or better yet, a zombie.

She spoke again, this time in more of a whisper. "Listen, man, I am so sorry about that boyfriend thing. My coworker is so nosy sometimes and doesn’t know when to keep things to himself."

My eyes focus, finally looking into her eyes as I turn around. She didn’t need me anymore. I filled her purpose of being a three-second-worth of a boyfriend. 

"It's fine; I can find help elsewhere. It’s no worry."

And we lay, we lay together. Just not too close, too close. 

"You don’t get it. I didn’t say I wouldn’t help." the woman said, letting the bag she was holding fall to the ground. "What can I help you with?"

My eyes can’t help but look down, admiring every little bit like she did me. Her figure was so perfect. I could hold her in my arms like two puzzle pieces. "It is hard to explain-"

"Hit me. I’ve done some fucked-up shit before." 

Her voice dropped a tone as she completed her sentence. For a second, I thought she had suddenly become ill. I nod slowly and ask her to follow me. This is messed up. Here I am, letting an innocent girl help me move a body into my car so my master can be fed. My heart can’t help but pump more blood as I think about it. My hands flex and tense, trying to rid my newfound sinking feeling. An alley about a block from where I had first met her. I finally led her to the dead man: covered in his blood. Her body became rigid and stone-cold, but her face told a different story. 

"JESUS CHRIST!" she yelps, covering my eyes.

I am quick to hush her, covering her mouth. "Hey, it's okay. I didn’t kill this guy. I just found him." 

I’m not usually the type to lie in cases like this. But… this woman was different. Her soft lips- I mean, her mouth could tell others, and I might get jail time. 

How close is close enough?

I wipe my hands on my coat and hold the woman’s wrists gingerly. She drops my hands, briefly looking at the body again.

"Who are you?-" she asks, her voice and hands shaking like leaves.

"Robert Montague Renfield, and everything is going to be fine-"

"THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF FINE ‘BERT!" she screams, her eyes looking in every direction.

I cover her mouth again. She gives me this look, a look I can’t describe. We continue to stand like that until her breath finally slows down. I remove my hand, still worrying that she might scream again.

"Hush, you said you’d help. Please…" My eyes went soft. I dragged her into something she didn’t want to do. And she made that very clear with all her screaming and fighting.

I nod my head. This is the scariest moment of my life.

"Okay… fine. I’ll do it." the woman says, giving in to defeat. 

"Also, not that it matters, but it's Robert, not ‘Bert.’"

And we lay, we lay together. Just not too close, too close.

"That’s what I said, but okay. What do you want me to do?" the woman says, her hands making random gestures.

I look at the body and back at her. She’s scanning me again. My pupils dilate for a moment, looking at her face. 

"You grab your feet. I’ll take the head." I tell her.

She nods again and starts picking up the corpse by the feet. She is good with directions. Oh, she’s a good girl.

I grab the head by its hair and slowly move it into the palms of my hands, covering the ears. I jerk my head, ushering her towards my car. Starting with the hair, we shove him into the trunk. I take one final look and close the door. 

"Thank you for helping me… I’m sorry I completely forgot to ask your name." I let out a long sigh. "It's been a long night."

She lets out a soft laugh. "It's fine, really. It's (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)..." I repeat. "What a beautiful name."

"Well, it's no Renfield." she laughs again.

I extend my hand to her. She looks at me, puzzled.

I just wanna break you down so badly. Well, I trip over everything you say.

Suddenly, as she steps towards me, I notice her body is sparkly. Oh lord, another vampire? Like I need another one in my life. My eyes go wide.

"It's body glitter… like Twilight. Y’know sparkly vampires… Edward Cullen."

"Oh." I place my hand over my chest. "I thought you were really oily or something. I get what you mean."

"No, but I’ve always wanted to meet a vampire." 

Her eyes glaze over as she pictures a knight in shining black armor. Or at least, that’s what I assume.

"Well… I know a guy. I mean- he’s my boss, but I don’t think he’d mind." I mumble.

Her eyes go wide but quickly shrink.

She coughs. "Yes, I think it’d be cool to meet him… if he’s available."

"Okay, do you want to drive, or shall I?"

"I’ll drive. It's alright. Now, gimme those car keys." she says, urging her to hand her my keys.

As I toss her my car keys, she looks at my small, white cat keychain hanging off my apartment key. She seems to be in love with the thing, staring at it as she moves it back and forth in her fingers. Before getting too distracted, I cough, and she finally snaps out of her gaze. We hop in the car, and she turns on the engine, slowly backing out of the parking space.

This is going to go horribly. 

I just wanna break you down so badly in the worst way.

[intheorangebedroom]

Well….

THIS:

Cassian Andor x rebellion pilot!reader x Din Djarin

Is absolutely screaming at me 😵‍💫🖤🥵

Just the thought makes me

💜

Ahahahhaha!!

Thank you so much for this ask, Kyla 🧡🥰🧡 This one is so old. Before I even knew there was fanfiction on tumblr! I spent weeks, no, MONTHS, daydreaming about it, right after I saw season 1 of The Mandalorian. I'm gonna try ot give you the short version because it goes very deep 😅

So you are a teen when the Empire destroys your home planet and kills your family. Classic. You're left with nothing to lose, no one to love. After you escape, you get radicalised and join Saw Gerrera and his crew. With them, you train very hard to become a ruthless killing machine. You can use any weapon, blaster, vibroblade, rifle, your fists, you basically turn your own body into a weapon (can you tell I want to be Black Widow when I grow up?).

However, as you grow older, you don't always see eye to eye with Saw's modus operandi, and when you meet this young rebel intelligence captain (this was long before the Andor series), you decide to follow him.

The connection between you is immediate (yeah ok, I know I have a brand...). You work together, and there's nothing you can't do, no intel you can't retrieve, no mission you can't achieve successfully. You think and work and move as one, two peas in a pod, it's uncanny the way you can communicate without words, and that's what makes you so good at your job.

At night, at the base, you share one bunk bed, and there too your connection is otherwordly. It's not even sex, it's a communion.

It's weird to think of yourself as happy, given the war and the circumstances, but you are fulfilled. You have a purpose, and someone you'd die for.

Until you get word of this super weapon the Empire is building... So here it merges with the Rogue One plot, but without Jyn (I'm sorry Jyn, I love you, but there's no room for you in this pod). On Scarrif, at the very last moment, before the impact, Cassian manages to shove you into an escape pod despite his injuries, and you're propelled into space, drifting helplessly as you watch the love of your love being blown to atoms. You hurt so much you think you’ll die yourself. You want to die. When you reach base they have to sedate you. You miss the battle of Yavin and all. 

Fast forward a little, you become a pilot for the Black Squadron, some kind of last chance unit that gets sent in when the situation is desperate. You’re the best because you're reckless, you've got a deathwish. You’re dead already, anyway. 

When the war ends, the politics start and you’re gutted because half the Imps are pardoned and walk free. So you go rogue, hunting them down on your own. You’re now wanted down by your former comrades, people you’ve fought alongside with. You live in the shadows. But again you don’t care, you’re dead. 

That’s how you end up on Nevarro, helping a certain Mandalorian escape with his little package (my babyyyy).

At first, Din doesn't trust you at all. Things are very rough between you. But he understands he needs you. And he's intrigued. He saw you fight. As for you, you stay because you won't let the Empire get what it wants.

So time passes by, on the run from the Empire and the New Republic. You cohabitate in silence, you fight alongside each other, you take care of the kid together. After a while, you become intrigued too. He’s righteous and competent and a reluctant hero and... broad. You look at him and caught him looking too (as much as you can tell with the helmet). However, you know about the Mandalorian way. And that shit's not for you.

So you strike a bargain. You two can fuck whenever the kid’s asleep, but you only take off as much clothing as he does. So it’s a dance, sort of, over many weeks, months, between you and him. You're tough, and he's tougher, but is he really? It's him wanting more and more of you, so taking off more and more of his armour so he can touch more and more of your skin (yeah I know, the armour-peeling metaphor is not very original 😂).

However, Cassian haunts your dreams. Or rather your nightmares. Even more so now that you’re slowly falling for another man, even if you don’t realise it yet. You wake up in sweats, crying out his name, and Din is fucking burning to know but he can’t bring himself to ask. He grows increasingly impatient and furious at your reckless ways, you take too much risks, it’s obvious you don’t care if you die and he just can’t take it anymore. He cares. And he wants you to care too. He’s giving you his trust, forgoing his way, and you’re not committing yourself. You remain on the edge. And his frustration and anger reach an all time high (*swoon*).

After one particularly violent fight-- wait, should I tell you how this ends??

Anyway, I can't believe myself, I said the short fucking version 🤦🏻‍♀️ The girl who couldn't be concise to save her life (or that of her friends). I'm sorry! Plus it's most likely not the mmf you expected, it's just fight and smut and angst, I'M SORRY!

Here, for your trouble:

(this gif makes me fucking sick)

[applespring]

brain atm

You told me to grow up while

I was throwing up in the Del Mar bathroom stall

It's hard to make amends when your best friends

Stop returning all your calls

And when you placed your hands

On either side

Of my meager frame

Where the fleas reside

With the panicked

Look on my pallid face

I climbed through the thorns and thistles

(I couldn't see shit, so ungrateful)

Thinking to myself

"This isn't happening"

And I was just wondering if your sister was alive

What do you think she'd look like in high school?

When you said

"Come on in, the water's fine"

I whispered, "I don't want to hurt you"

And right now I can't help but ask you

"Do the dead grow older too?

As much as I loved being ten years old

I like to think they do"

[artofkhaos404]

I've got no excuse

Nothing to blame

For the horrid thoughts

In this wretched brain

Nothing makes no sense

So I speak my mind

I haven't moved on yet

But God I'm trying

And I was just wondering

If your sister was alive

What do you think

She'd look like in highschool?

When you said "Come on in, the water's fine"

I whispered "I don't wanna hurt you"

And right now I can't help but ask you

Do the dead grow older too?

As much as I loved being ten years old

I'd like to think they do

[cata-strophes]

I just found you and im like in love with all your art!!!! Do you think you could like catch me up on your ocs? Like a little introduction to them? Cause I am invested! I hope that's not too much to ask!

(Funny story, i was writing this and wrote a lot and then my power went off and i lost what i had written L)

Thank you!! :D And of course!! Im sorry this took so long, when i saw your message i realised i dont have a lot of actually-colored drawings of my ocs (that arent dante), so i ran to do some quick sketches (and got busy in the middle of it)

In the world of my OCs, some people are born with powers, but they have consequences and drawbacks if they're overused.

There is an Evil Bad Guy(tm), who, of course, wants power, and so when a kid is born with a strong enough power, it's more than likely they will be taken to join the ever-growing brainwashed army of Evil Dude(tm). Evil Villain Guy(tm) also carries forward... tests and experiments, to see if it's possible to evolve these powers and overcome their drawbacks.

This guy is my poor special little guy, Dante, and by that, I mean he's the one that I make suffer for my own amusement, i'm sorry, Dante.

He doesn't know his age, but he guesses he's in his mid-20s.

He was one of the child soldiers the Evil Villain Man(tm), and has been with him since he has memory. Now all he wants is revenge against him, and doesn't care about much else.

He was a favourite, because he was the first one to survive the tests and evolve the powers he has. (drawbacks are still a work in progress)

His power allows him to create limbs made from shadows, he specialized in wings. Altho he started only creating two wings, with the tests, he started calling more and more wings to his control, and they eventually stopped looking soft and feathery, and started looking more and more leathery, and he stopped using them to fly, more like spider legs to help support him and that he can turn into extremely dangerous and sharp weapons.

This guy over here is Nicholas. He is *drum roll* Evil Villain Guy(tm)'s older son!

Nicholas is in his mid-20s. He also has a younger brother, Theo, who is in his early 20s.

He was raised in blissful ignorance until he was a teenager, where he started figuring out his family's dark history. He started questioning his father's authority more and more, until, when he was around 16 years old, his own father commanded his assassins to get rid of him.

He was left for dead, but little did they know he had been hiding self-healing powers, and managed to survive and ended up joining a rebellion against his father, meeting Dante again ten years later, when he escaped. His brother is still with his father.

I'm very bad with names and can't choose, I have at least twenty options for each, but these are also some very important guys for them. All of their designs might change!! I'm still playing around.

The woman to the left is the leader of the rebellion, she took Nicholas in and knocked some sense into his head when he was pushing his body and powers farther than he should. She has electricity on contact powers, she uses it for the most shocking punches, or for charging whatever metalllic weapon shes holding to make it Hurt. Her drawback tho, is a loss of fine motor skills, her hands shake a lot because of this.

The guy in the right is Dante's uncle. Dante's uncle was a renowned knight, when he learnt that his brother, sister-in-law and nephew, his only family, were all wiped out in an attack, he lost his control and threw himself to battle with no second thoughts. His power is something of future visio; it doesn't go too far, just a few seconds or minutes (although he might get a few days or weeks worth of it in dreams), which made him unstouchable in battle. The drawback is the lost of his own eyesight. He is blind because of the overuse of his powers, and can really only notice light and very blurry shapes if he focuses (he usually doesn't). When he got tired of fighting he up and left, trying to forget and be forgotten, finding a village in the middle of nowhere and staying there to pass his days.

UNTIL his war-buddy, mister-in-the-center-drawing, came looking for him. They used to be the closest friends and he spent years looking for him after he vanished from the face of the Earth. He doesn't have any powers, but he is very much to Dante's uncle's levels of swordmanship and whatever-knights-do-ship (with the exception of. you know. literal future vision powers). They are boyfriends now.

Also Dante and his uncle meet later on, and this meeting is the reason Dante doesn't go off the deep end as it was very much looking like before. Dante's uncle knows Dante's real age and birthday, he never forgot.

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - Rumors In Atlas

The whispers had started long before Tip saved the little Faunus child, but his actions only served to strengthen them, make them more believable and more real. After all, now there were witnesses to state that Winter Schnee, or a boy calling himself that, had acted in exactly the way those old enough to remember the boy Atlas had lost would have acted. That? That changed things...

"Do you really believe them? Those stories, I mean? Even if they found the Schnee child, why would he care about us? He's human, after all... not to mention a Schnee..." The speaker reached up to scratch at one floppy ear, looking annoyed. He, for one, wasn't going to buy anything anyone said about them. After all, it had been far too long ago for them to still be the boy the whispers stated that he was...

"Nicholas' kid, though. And the old man? He cared, at least far more than Jacques did. What I don't get is why everybody's stating he's a kid." His workmate sighed, stretching overly tense shoulders, but his voice seemed more believing than his companion. The older Faunus looked almost wistful for a second, those around him suddenly forcefully reminded that he had known Winter Schnee, once...

"Maybe things'll get better? If it's really little Winter, then maybe he can help?"

"He'd have to grow up again, first... at least if things are to be believed. A temporal semblance... wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Imagine waking up in the future?" There was a hush as the meaning of those last few statements hit home. If it was true, then that would explain rather a lot, wouldn't it?

"Can you believe it?" A boy sneered, sounding disgusted. "Some jumped up kid claimed to be a Schnee, stood up for a filthy Faunus girl... no Schnee would ever lower themselves that far!"

"Maybe it was a stunt?" His friend asked, tentatively. "After all, with Jacques gone, don't they need all the good wiill they can get? I still can't believe he was such a monster..."

"Maybe. Wasn't there some cripple brat at the funeral? Could be them. Hey, maybe it really was Winter Schnee, figures the only person who'd be friends with her would be a dead kid."

He shot a venemous look over at Lily, who ignored him, content in the knowledge that she did have at least one person who cared about her. No, Tip wasn't at school with them, but he was really nice! Her parents had said that they'd let him come over to visit soon, she could see him again. she finally had a friend! Hey, maybe he'd bring the others she'd met, too? The bullies would never touch her with all those scary older kids around. Tip even had a sword! They hadn't looked very tough, running away from him, after all... she giggled to herself softly and continued reading. Maybe she'd be a Huntress, one day?"

The first protests started a few days later. Robyn Hill herself had gone on record that she'd met the boy in question. She'd had nothing but good things to say about the youngster who had thwarted what might so easily have been a massacre at her election party, which only really served to underline that something, at least, was definitely going on. They'd heard of the boy that she was talking about, little Wintertip Pine, too. And wasn't that just the coincidental name, under the circumstances?

Rumors were flying quicker than ever, so when James Ironwood came out and admitted publically that there had indeed been a temporal semblance involved in the recovery of one of the Atlas Four, almost the entire public were of the same opinion. It was Winter Schnee, the small, crippled boy that so many had taken into their hearts when he was snatched all that time ago. He'd been returned to them, so now? It was up to them to protect him, make sure it could never happen again.

After all, it wasn't like he could realistically protect himself, even if there were stories involving some sort of sword. That would just be laughable... right?

[undescribed1mage]

'And I was just wondering if your sister was alive what do you think she'd look like in High School?' // 'And right now I can't help but ask you, do the dead grow older too? 'Cause as much as I liked being ten years old, I'd like to think they do.'

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

Woah. Holy shit. Thank you for translating this, sincerely, and I just... wow.

Especially in terms of education and health, these are incredible conditions in literally every single aspect.

In the USA, if your child is struggling in school and needs to have a teacher's aide, or if they need to be in SPED (special education) courses to accommodate their disability, or if they just need any educational accommodation whatsoever, the child cannot request these. The parents need to approve it for them, to the school, and that is final. That is law. The child can't do anything but grovel and beg for help with the decision of adults taken into account and the child's being entirely meaningless.

You know what happens then?

"Oh, my child doesn't need this help!! Wait, why is my child failing every course? They're stupid and need to do better. Oh, now my child claims they're depressed because I keep calling them stupid, but they just have to try harder. Crap now my child is dead by their own hand and they blamed it on me before they died."

I've seen this shit happen constantly.

My own friends were put on suicide watch lists because of these sorts of issues.

I myself endured this shit growing up. I wanted to be in SPED math courses because it was far too difficult to manage the regular math without any help at all. My parents refused to admit I needed any help, but neither understood the math I was doing and therefore couldn't help me, and you know what happened? I failed years of math, my parents kept telling me I wasn't trying hard enough, and every day until I graduated I legitimately just wanted to die because by law I was not allowed to stop attending school, and I wasn't receiving the help I needed in order to succeed. My teachers taught classes of over 20 students each, and one teacher to 20 students who spends the entire hour and a half lecturing us can't spend the whole day with me alone trying to teach me concepts I can't grasp.

With health it's just as bad.

I've met kids who go to black market sources to get their medications and medical care because their parents won't allow it for religious reasons. 16 year olds who told me that because they are Jehovas Witness they can't take anything or get vaccines, and so they buy their prescriptions from overseas and have them discreetly sent to them, then they hide the medications.

I've had friends who the moment their parents found said medications, they dumped them into the toilet and disposed of them so their child couldn't take them, claiming those meds aren't necessary when they absolutely are.

Heart medications, muscle medicine, mental health meds, steroids for organ transplants.

And the child can't request refills because by law you must be 18 or older to advocate for medical things, or anything at all.

There is a reason the USA sets us up for failure, and this is it. When you're a kid you grow up powerless in legitimately every conceivable way, and the moment you're 18 you're told to just advocate for yourself suddenly.

No one tells you how. They just say to do it. Make your own phone calls for things, go get this accommodation, ask for that thing on your own.

They don't teach you what to say, how to ask for that, how to handle... any advocacy. Nobody is aware of the resources they have or how to find them. You're legitimately thrust into the world of adulthood with the knowledge that everything is suddenly your responsibility and good fucking luck with the rest!

That is why USA adulthood is so stressful because we did not have a voice as children and we did not have help as children, and now we are adults expected to take the full brunt of everything all at once without any practice, assistance, help, or preparation.

And that is unacceptable.

I wish the USA had Rights of the Child. In every regard I wish we would fucking implement this.

Because no child deserves to suffer in total silence with their issues ignored by the parents who are the end all be all of their advocacy.

I cant believe this tweet is how I find out