#I am not okay I am not normal I am DECEASED

[tadc-harlequin-au]

I LITERALLY CAN'T

THEY WON, THEY FUCKING WON Y'ALL LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BEST ENDING IN LIFE SPEEDRUN ANY% WR

MY HEART IS MELTING IN MY CHEST AND I AM DYING, I'VE BEEN HIT, THE CUTENESS IS TOO MUCH, I AM PASSING AWAY AS WE SPEAK, GOODBYE EVERYONE I WILL SEE YOU ALL IN THE VOID

WORDS WILL NEVER DO JUSTICE HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS FIC AND I AM GOING TO BURSDT INTO A MILLION CONFETTI BWSEGBNUWSRBGVSAEVUAVEDBU IT'S SO AMAZING SCARLET THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS AND THANK YOU SPYDER FOR RECOMMENDING THIS, BESTEST THING I EVER WOKE UP TO

LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Could we get a cute little one shot for Harlequin of Cade being an awesome big brother to Anya (the Jesterdoll kid) for Specter :)

A/N:AAAAAA-YOU'RE SPOILING MEEEEE!!

HALF SIBLINGS, FULL FAMILY

A HARLEQUIN AU ONESHOT

Harlequin AU credit: @iamespecter @tadc-harlequin-au

MEET ANYA and CADE

WARNING: NONE

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Cade sprinted through the mansion halls and up the stairs to his shared bedroom with Anya. He burst through the door, startling his younger half sister from her book.

"ANYA, ANYA, ANYA!! THE TREEFORT IS DONE! COME ON!" He jumped up and down, pointed back through the door he nearly knocked off the hinges.

"Really?" She put down her book, careful to bookmark her page, and grabbed her teddy.

"YEAH! We have a real fort to play in this time! Come on, come onnnnn!!!" He ran in circles by the door.

Anya smiled and went to follow but Cade impatiently grabbed her hand and ran with her outside.

It was a beautiful day. Spring was in full swing and everything around the manor grounds was vibrantly green and alive with bloom. The treehouse was built on the sturdiest tree on the edge of the small forest on property closest to the mansion, in plain view of any windows.

The miniature two-story structure was built around the trunk of the tree. A wrap-around balcony offered a scenic view from all sides. It had two slides, a straight slide from the first floor and a spiral slide from the second. It had a zipline connected to another distant tree that would take them to the ground. Two swings hanging below. A rock climb as an alternative way to get inside from the ladder.

Cade let go of Anya to climb up the ladder and check out the inside. It was huge! While the inside was plain, it wasn't empty. They had play tables and chairs and toy boxes and drawing boards on the walls and a small swing inside. A short staircase led to even more space on the lofty second floor. The windows were open, letting in light and the breeze, but he saw small lightbulbs on the ceiling and the balcony.

"Woooooow..." Cade quietly exclaimed. This was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.

"Eh...urg-" Anya struggled up the ladder with her teddy.

Cade heard her and helped her up. "There you go. Isn't this place cool??"

Anya looked around with a smile. "Yeah! We could have so many tea parties up here." She pictured filling one of the toy boxes with her dollies and bringing books up to read in the swing by the sunshine.

"Heck yeah, we can! And we can race down the slides! And- oh my gosh, a zipline!! I've always wanted one of these!" He ran to the drop point on the balcony and grabbed the rope with a small wooden circle seat to ride down. "Hey, Anya, you wanna go first?"

Anya squeezed her teddy and stepped back. "No, thanks."

Cade shrugged. "Okay. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" The zipline was everything he hoped it would be; fast and fun all the way down. The cord widened to a slow stop before his feet touched the ground. "THAT WAS AWESOME!!" He shouted back at Anya, watching him from the balcony. "YOU SHOULD TRY IT!!"

Anya nervously looked at the long line down. "....no, I'm okay." From her vantage point, she saw a large lumbering figure emerging from the shade of the trees. She gasped. "CADE!! LOOK OUT!!"

Cade spun around to see Kingr coming out of the forest, covered in twigs and loose leaves. "Uncle Kingr!! Look! We have a tree fort now!" He jumped up and down as he excitedly pointed at the new playhouse.

"I see! Good for you to have such a strong fortress at such a young age." Kingr beamed with pride.

Cade's eyes narrowed mischievously. "Bet you can't get us inside!" He sprinted away and scrambled up the ladder, giggling the whole way.

The invitation to play caught Kingr off guard but he gladly accepted. "Oh, can't I?" His four arms snaked out from his back as he encroached in the kids' fort.

"Hide, Anya! He's gonna get us!" Cade rushed inside to go to the second floor.

Anya smiled and playfully screamed as one of Kingr's hands tapped along the edge of the balcony nearest her. She ran along the circling balcony, only to be stopped by another hand crawling at her. She ducked inside and went upstairs with Cade.

They both screamed and squealed and laughed as Kingr's hands playfully followed them around. He eventually got both of them, gently holding one in each hand and reels them down to him. "Gotcha."

"No fair, Uncle Kingr!! Your arms are too long!" Cade struggled against the light grip on him.

"You dared challenge me. Of course I'm going to use all of the assets at my disposal." He chuckled. "Who made this marvelous structure anyway?"

"Z did!" Cade answered. "They said they would do it, and they got it done so fast!"

"Have you thanked them yet?" Kingr arched a brow.

Both children looked sheepish. "No..." Anya said quietly.

"Then that is your next mission. Operation: gratitude." He looked around and spotted Z coming out of their residence. "There they are, go say thank you, but don't get too close. They can't see you if you're underfoot." He released them and Cade immediately bolted towards Z. Anya followed at a walk.

"Z! HEY, Z!" Cade waves his arms to get the massive puppet's attention.

Z stops and looks down at the comparatively tiny child. They weren't going to move an inch until they were sure Cade and Anya were clear of their footpath.

"Thanks for AWESOME TREEFORT!!" Cade fidgeted in place, still having way too much energy to burn.

Anya caught up. "Yeah! We love it!"

Z nodded. "I'm glad you like it." Their heart warmed from the admiration for their work. A constructor's pride that she could never quite deactivate.

"Did somebody say TREEFORT!?" A voice surprised them.

"JAX!!" Cade and Anya cheered at the sight of their favorite playmate. Cade immediately goes in for a tackle, only to be caught and hoisted onto Jax's shoulders. Anya runs in to hug his leg. Jax pats Anya on the head before scooping her up in his arm.

"What kind of trouble are you squirts getting into today?" Jax took long legged strides towards the treefort. Kingr had moved on elsewhere.

"We defended the fort from Uncle Kingr!" Cade raised his arms up in victory.

"Impressive!"

"I wanna go down the slides." Anya said quietly. "Will you go with me?" She gripped the lapels of Jax's coat.

He could never say no to her, especially when she gave him such baby doll eyes. "Of course. Which one do you want to do first?"

"The...the big one that spins around."

"How brave." He encourages her with a smile. "Chompers here can race us down the other one."

"YEAAAAH!!" Cade kicked his legs with excitement.

Jax's flexible body noodles down the slide with ease. Despite the spiraling slide being higher up, they beat Cade to the ground several times. When Anya had the courage to go down the slide alone, Jax waited at the bottom to catch her. "You did so good!" He cheers for her as he lifts her up in the air. She giggles and reaches out to him for a hug. He holds her close and squeezes warmly. Anya gives him a kiss on the nose with her teddy bear. A part of him heals in that moment.

"Oh boy! Snacks!!" Cade suddenly says and runs at Gangle, approaching with a tray of refreshments.

"Hello, young sir Cade." Gangle greeted with a gentle smile. She lowered the tray and let him take his choice of snack and drink. "Are you having fun?"

"THE BEST!!" He tossed the snack in his mouth and monched it loudly.

Anya joins and takes only a drink. "Thank you, aunty Gangle."

"You're very welcome, young miss Anya." She raised the tray back up and offered it to Jax. "Would sir Jax care for a snack?"

"I already do." He winked.

Gangle nearly dropped the tray, her mask flushing with flustered patterns. "Oh, my... Not in front of the children." She whispered.

Both Anya and Cade were completely oblivious to the conversation, enjoying their refreshments.

"I'll take one." Pomni grabbed a finger sandwich from the tray and popped it in her mouth.

"Oh! Of course, Madam Pomni! Have as much as you like."

"You really don't have to call me that." Pomni said through the food in her mouth. "We're friends for fu-" She spots her kids watching and clears her throat. "-for crying out loud."

"I insist!" Gangle asserted her stance. "You are the wife of the Master of the Manor! It's only proper."

Pomni rolled her eyes and popped in another mini sandwich. "Whatever you say."

After Cade finished his snack he wrapped his arms and legs around his mother's leg. "Play with us!" Anya joined him, grabbing Pomni's other leg. "Yeah!! Pleeeeeeease?"

"Fiiiiine, since you asked so nicely." Pomni smiled and tried walking with both kids clamped to her shins. It was slow and awkward but she was making progress to the swings under the treefort.

"Welp, looks like I've been replaced." Jax chuckled and put an arm around Gangle. "How about you and I go see what there is to eat in the pantry."

The tray clattered lightly as Gangle's hands shook. "That- that sounds like a wonderful idea, sir Jax." The patterns on her mask rorschached wildly on her cheeks as she left with him.

Pomni alternates pushing Cade and Anya on their swings. Cade insisted on going higher with every push, Anya was happy with a light swing.

Ragatha and Caine were having tea in the garden, watching Pomni and the children. Ragatha poured him a cup and he sipped it without adding any alcohol. He sighed contently. "I don't know about you, but I feel like we won at life."

Ragatha smiled, looking at Pomni and Anya. "I couldn't agree more."

Bubble hovered nearby. "Congratulations to you both for fucking the Harlequin and winning." He sniggered.

Ragatha spat her tea. "BUBBLE!!"

"I WILL DEACTIVATE YOU IF YOU DON'T LEAVE THIS INSTANT!!" Caine blustered at the moment being ruined by his snarky butler.

[love-belle]

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social media au // carlos sainz jr. x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - hello!! i can't stop making these lmfao but fr these are so fun to write, i love them!! i really hope u like this, thank you for reading <3 i think, emphasis on think, that i will be able to post a pierre gasly social media au tonight along with part i of a max verstappen one so yeah, keep an eye out. i love you, hope you're okay <3

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[iwannascreameurekaa]

pjo characters as quotes part 2

Will to Nico: "Here's your Benadryl, it appears Kayla has ripped up a piece of the flooring so if you go to the bathroom just be careful not to stub your toe"

Nico: "...okay"

Jason: "I am not a dog"

Leo: "Yes you are"

Piper: "i bet on loosing dogs"

Leo: "Is it possible to have an autistic dog?"

Will: "wtf"

Piper: "I'm sprinkling sexual tension on them like Parmesan cheese"

*Taylor swift music blasting while they're watching tv*

Hazel: "is Will able to turn down his music or"

Nico: "will turn down Taylor swift"

Will: "you're not a swiftie!!" *music immediately turns off*

*lightning strikes*

Rachel: "Looks like the gods are telling you no!!"

Hazel, in an extremely gleeful voice: "Do it again circus monkey!!"

Annabeth: "You know how to use the microwave, I'm not worried about your happiness"

Will: "*mockingly* "The boogeyman's gonna get you" *normal voice* I will kiss the boogyman. On the mouth."

Nico: "what"

Piper: "greys anatomy is one piece for white people"

Leo: "I am a fricking car"

Jason: "cars can't speak"

Pipers: "he's kinda proof that they can"

Hazel: "what's thunder thighs? Does it strike lightning"

Jason: "I'm sorry since when was I a twink"

Piper: "since your birth"

Jason: "then what is Leo????"

Piper: "a double twink"

Random person: "turn to god"

Piper: "turn to Chappell Roan"

Will to Nico: "DO YOU NEED A LAMP? I CAN STAND IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM SILENTLY PLEASE"

Will: "my parents chose normal daughter but something happened in the process and they got Hamilton son"

Nico: "I wanna be a bibically accurate angel when I grow up"

Leo: "you're a bibically accurate plastic bag"

Leo to Piper: "You poked me with your long fricking female nails"

Percy: "I'm a strong boy"

Annabeth: "if you're such a strong boy can you help me put away towels"

Percy: "I said I'm a strong boy not a smart boy"

Annabeth: "the gods are gonna strike you if you touch his stuff" 

Nico *pointing at every character that has died in the series*: "DEAD DECEASED KILLED MURDERED"

Nico *pointing at Jason*:  "CYBERPUNKED"

Hazel, just learning about Bluetooth speakers in cars: "i would be a bad driver bc I would be listening to music and swerve to the beat"

Percy to idk who:*pointing to a tv that says "predator"* "thats YOU!"

Leo: hi Frank!

Frank:...I wish I had a prosthetic leg so I could take it off and throw it at you

Leo: what 🧍‍♂️

(Note: I love their beef sm make them kiss now)

Will to Nico: "Time for sleep!! *pause* oh wait I forgot you can't sleep the city needs you!" 

Annabeth: "Don't make enemies if you're allergic to peanut butter."

[gh0stedheartz]

❌Sebaciel shippers DNI ❌

•I am thoroughly bothered by it. I feel almost protective over Ciel, and with him being 13, it is beyond inappropriate for people to be shipping him with an adult. This is beside the fact that Sebastian is a demon and probably thousands of years older than Ciel, if Ciel was an adult then it would be okay.

But shipping Ciel with Sebastian is encouraging pedophillia. I don't care if the fanart 'looks cool' or whatever, Sebastian is an adult. Age does matter! All those who think the same will protect Ciel from these toxic ships and protect Sebastian's reputation. And don’t get me started on the “it’s just fictional!!” Yes, but you are exposing MINORS to this type of content and they will think that this shit is normal because it’s “fiction”. You are encouraging something disgusting and minors will think being in an relationship with a adult is fine and might risk getting groomed. The ciel becoming a demon thing ISNT EVEN CANNON!! Entire s2 and half s1 isn’t cannon. Oh and also Sebastian doesn’t feel love, or any emotion. It’s just a facade to fool others, and the s3x scenes (the nun one ain’t even cannon) was just him wanting to get information. And yes I do admit that they do have SOME weird scenes, BUT THAT IS JUST SEBASTIAN MANIPULATING CIEL!! Keep in mind ciel IS his food, he’s just making his dinner tastier. HE ALSO TOOK THE APPEARANCE OF CIEL HIS DECEASED FATHER TO MAKE HIM TRUST HIM EASIER!! Also ciel hates him because in order to summon him, they had to sacrifice ciel his twin brother. SEBASTIAN SO GOOD AT MANIPULATING HE MANIPULATED THE AUDIENCE LOLOLOL

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

This originally was going to be a reblog to another post, but it happened what it always happens: It got too long.

This is the post in question.

The response I wanted to talk about was that a lot of people were defending Peter's actions in the context that he has good intentions because he believes that this is the right thing to do. There was a mistake I didn't address in that initial post, so I will say the quiet part out loud for this post.

Despite being about Peter, I will talk a lot about Miguel, because Peter is doing what he is doing because he believes in Miguel, which is a problem.

(Disclaimer: I don't hate Miguel, I honestly think he is a great ambiguous character, and I am just going as hard as I do in this post because I'm very passionate about this subject not because I think Miguel should be hated. Fans may want to stay away just in case.)

Pls don't kill me.

This is false, and that's a problem.

Okay, so let's start with this: Miguel is wrong by his own standards. I had already talked about this in other small posts but let's dig deeper into it.

Did you catch the issue yet?

Here is the thing: How a canon event can happen if the person who caused it wasn't supposed to be there?

Miguel is blaming the hole on Miles, saying that it happened because it disrupted the canon event; yet what caused the canon event?

Spot. He did it.

However, Spot is not the arch-nemesis of Pavitr, Spot didn't even want to talk to Pavitr and was mostly ignoring anyone who wasn't Miles. And again, MIGUEL SAYS HOW SPOT SHOULDN'T have EXISTED TOO.

How come Captain Singh was supposed to die in that bridge, if this wasn't the canon event?

Because remember, Miguel says it needs to be a battle against an arch-nemesis too; meaning that if this needed to happen today, THE CANON EVENT WAS ALREADY DISRUPTED BECAUSE THE WRONG PERSON DID IT.

Now, I think the audience not catching this is pretty normal; I think it took me until like my fourth watch to notice that detail. In terms of writing, is supposed to be a small little hole when the next movie talks about what's going on.

(Because yes I am convinced this is the proof that Miguel is wrong about the canon and not just a mistake the writers didn't think of. Like the fact that in Into the Spider-verse Miles's spider glitches; and then in the next movie we realize it was from another dimension.)

However, is one thing the audience to not figured out this thing; another is that Miguel is doing what he is doing when this is the situation.

Let's mention other things Miguel got wrong, not because I want to dunk on Miguel, but because those mistakes had something in common that we need to address.

This is wrong, regardless of how you sliced it, this is wrong.

For starters, Miguel is blaming Miles for being bitten, which is...dumb. Like Miguel doesn't need the context that Miles didn't try to get bitten, it just happens; that's literally what happens to most Spiders, they just got bitten. Someone who objectively has learned about the story of multiple spiders in order to create an algorithm should have noticed that.

Second, this is stupid because now that we had established Miles was going to get stuck in this situation no matter what; let's go said this: The anomaly issues started before Miles was involved.

Miguel establishes how to travel between dimensions and anomalies in general fucks things up; and guess that: there was a spider from another dimension before Miles was involved. Actually, there are more!

Is hard to see, but as you can see, there are OTHER spiders! And considering 42 is the one that says decease yet not the rest, this means they are alive!

This fact I don't know if it will be canon, because it wasn't stated in the movies; but in the artbook is stated that Dr. Oct from 1610 stole John's designs to create the collider; Spot literally created Miles because the Spider was brought by his work.

Not only is Miguel blaming Miles for this mess, but if Miguel thought it was bad that a spider bit someone when they weren't from the same universe; well how good it is to have MULTIPLE being in the hands of one lunatic scientist that is the REAL reason this mess is happening?

Fact aside Miguel is hellbent on catching anomalies yet this slipped past his radar, let's remember that he should probably be aware of much of this.

Call me crazy but when you can get footage of all the spiders and what they are doing, and then you hear about the multiverse almost falling apart; wouldn't you try to look into EXACTLY what happened?

Speaking of exactly what happened-

Oh really? Because if you ask me.

None of these are the same.

Let me break it down.

Miguel's second universe: Things glitch briefly before they start crumbling and disappear entirely.

Pavtir's universe after the Spot: Hole starts sinking an entire building and it is led to believe more can be dragged.

Miles's universe in ITSV: Things glitch before making things from another universe take the place of the original thing.

None of these behave the same, which would be weird if these ones were all truly, made because the canon was disrupted. But what a coincidence that they start to make sense the second you put some context in two of these.

Pavitr's universe is being swallowed by a hole just after the guy who creates holes and wants to open some more became a multidimensional monster thanks to a big Collider who of course can magnify the Spot's effect.

And Miles universe has buildings and the like being replaced because they are trying to bring things from another universe.

So no, I don't believe Miguel's universe is falling apart because 'Canon.' I am sure there is more to it.

I am pretty sure I could find more things if I needed to, but I think this showcases my point. Miguel is wrong, on multiple levels; you can even see this in this post early on with how Miguel blames Gwen even when a perfectly available excuse was right there. Miguel is shown to be in the wrong constantly.

Here is the thing, I am not bringing all of this up because I want to trash Miguel (if I am honest considering how many of the things he does become retroactively worst when you think about it, this is pretty tame.) I am bringing this up because the information is wrong, and they are doing decisions on the basis of that.

Because Miguel doesn't know. None of them do.

They all believe in this.

I don't believe Miguel is a villain, I don't believe he is giving the wrong information because he wants to trick everyone into whatever he would want to do. There is no one in the organization that believes in this more than Miguel.

And that's the problem.

Seeing this movie the number of times I had and rewatching parts for certain things, one of the conclusions I got is that Miguel is hellbent that is his way or the highway on this one. Everybody else? I feel they are being strung along.

For example, Miguel believes Gwen and Miles shouldn't have been involved at all. Jess thought Gwen was okay but sees Miles as an issue. Peter thinks Miles is a fine, anomaly or not.

The cardinal Sin I didn't mention in my original post wasn't left out not because I knew that Miguel, Jess, and the others are just trying to avoid the multiverse from collapsing, and ergo deserve that defense. (Though to clarify, I do believe it is something to consider because is not the same as doing things for selfish reasons than for altruistic ones.)

It was left out because I firmly believe that making a mistake in good faith is wrong by default and doesn't need an explanation.

Also because for reasons I'm going to delve right now, I just can't be normal talking about this topic.

Look, without deviating too much and making this about myself, in real life, I am sick of "But they have good intentions!" Excuse. Is actually laughable how many things that are wrong with me started with good intentions.

But! That sob story only affects one person, right? And is different when it affects others!

My mom saw in me someone with potential, she saw someone smart, that may be able to achieve things, if I just push myself hard enough, I could get the best marks in the class. I just needed to apply myself.

This meant my mom ignored the difficulties I had, chalking them up as excuses, that I wasn't trying hard enough. She loved me so much that she didn't want to believe there was something wrong with me that could stifle my potential.

Without giving unnecessary details, what ended up happening is that I have mental scars that are not going away. Some of the things that happened left irreversible damage.

I think is not a surprise to hear that I am part of the LGTBQ+ Community, in more than just being trans. Do you guys want to know how many times in my life I had heard of "think of the children!" from parents that legitimately believe presenting content that isn't cishet is actually harmful?

I lost the count years ago.

"But that's bigotry! Is not the same if you are doing it for the actual good of the people!"

Sure, hey had you ever learned about the father of gynecology, J. Marion Sims? Without his contributions, we wouldn't have the knowledge we have today, he has been praised for years for his work especially since is an under-researched field.

Did I mention the guy had almost a messianic complex believing he had every right to do what he did, which was torture black women who were slaves?

"Oh but this is fiction!"

For those who don't know or don't remember, this is Tony Stark with Bruce Banner, talking about creating an AI that could help save humanity from the next catastrophe. Bruce was reticent, yet Tony wanted to do this as a response to the events in the first Avengers movie, because he wants to have something that can stop another float of aliens from invading the world.

This thing becomes Ultron, the supervillain of that movie and a villain that created a domino effect that catapulted multiple plot threads later on.

Now class, what do Tony Stark and Miguel O'Hara have in common?

They both have good intentions, and they are trying to save the world/multiverse, yet because they are still wrong, the consequences of it are still their fault.

Let's remember who are the ones paying over this.

Ah yes, basically everyone!

Miguel has noble intentions, he suffered a great tragedy that scarred him for life, and the burden of what he did has driven him to do whatever it takes to save the multiverse, so his mistakes can't happen again. He has been focusing on this entirely, refusing to focus on other things (including his mental health because he needs extensive therapy,) yet for some reason, call it hasty conclusions, call it hubris, I honestly don't know why; he ended up coming up with a flawed theory.

Because here is the thing, is fine for the audience to not catch the logical fallacy as a newcomer who is just new to all of this; yet imagine someone who created an entire theory that they are using as the baseline of rules in order to protect the entire multiverse, and yet somehow he doesn't catch a mistake that you can figure out if you say it slowly.

This is a problem because Miguel has the entire multiverse pending on a wrong theory, because if he focuses on keeping 'canon intact' instead of the real reason why stuff like this happens, it means resources, time and effort are poured into the wrong thing.

This is a problem because has a team that I believe is over a thousand people, including teens that honestly need more help than what this SpiderSociety is doing for them; being accomplices in reinforcing the suffering they had lived. Not to mention the moral dilemma everyone here is going to have.

Speaking of this, let's circle back to how this affects Peter too.

Because he is reinforcing this.

Yes, this is not his theory, yes, clearly how things are being run is not how he would do it. But he still lets this happen, EVERYONE is letting this happen.

This is the problem with Peter, Jess, and everyone else being strung along. Basically, everyone gave one look at Miguel, saw his theory, didn't think too hard about it, and went with it.

Let me remind you, Peter isn't stupid, he knows a few things, about the multiverse. Remember how in the first movie, he was the one who knew why he was glitching? Remember how he was planning to make a new goober himself, meaning he understands enough about it to know how to make it stop?

Here is my thing, "Good intentions" depend on how many people were harmed by those "good intentions." If I decide to bring a glass of water as a courtesy, and I drop the glass; I may have good intentions, but the glass is still going to be broken. However, this is just a glass, which makes it not that big of a deal.

Miguel, by deciding to take care of the multiverse and dictate how the interdimensional travel should be done and by who, is responsible for any mess his rushed conclusions had caused. And anyone who reinforces his ideology is an accomplice.

Now imagine I am a doctor, and I am convinced I found this miracle cure to cancer, and somehow I am able to bypass trials and legal bullshit and launch it into the market, and then is when we realize my cure's research was so poor it ends up making people actually get sicker.

In this scenario I rushed to get the cure to the public so people could be saved quicker, yet by doing so I ended up harming a bunch of people; which meant no good intentions should save me for a trial and judgment for the people who suffered.

Look, I am not a philosopher, and no one is asking me to give a class on Morals and Ethics. You are free to see the situation as you see fit.

The reason I decided to do this entire post, is because I as a person, can't and will not accept "Good Intentions" as an excuse.

I am not saying Miguel is as bad as Kingpin, of course. Again, I truly feel it for his character and his tragic nature; but Good intentions stop being an excuse and become an explanation the moment other people are affected. And at this point, that number is unmeasurable.

Miguel, Peter and Jess, and everyone else decided to preserve canon to save the universe, but if preserving a fake canon ends up making the lives of people worse if not contribute to letting people die; all that means is that the mistakes are marked in blood.

And the pain the people feel from those mistakes isn't erased by good intentions.

Again, sorry for coming way too strong in this one; this is just one of those topics that like the strike, I just can't contain how much it makes my blood boil.

[finemealcreates]

Time to Go

Dark cloth brushed against the rumble that litters the ground, the hooded figure taking careful steps as he makes his way towards the group. 

All around there are several strangely dressed people, different amounts of injured and grimey. Tears are in their eyes as they all look at the man Danny is here for. 

“Tony, look at me,” a blond woman manages out, tears in her voice and eyes. Her hand cradles his face, as she manages a warbly smile. “We’re gonna be okay,” she assures, the man managing a slight smile as their eyes meet. “You can rest now.”

Evidently that was all the man needed. Permission to stop hanging on. So he doesn’t.

Danny pays no mind to the mourning souls that surround the man, crying and getting on their knees in respect of him. 

Instead, he focuses on the newly deceased soul that is standing above his own body, watching it all. 

He stands next to him, letting the man take a moment to process what just happened. 

“I … died,” the man says. 

“You did,” Danny replies, even though he’s certain the other man did not need his response.

“And you’re … who? The grim reaper?” the man asks, turning to look at Danny skeptically. 

Danny doesn’t fault him for that, after all he is dressed in a robed cloak and has a scythe in hand. 

Still, he laughs kindly in response. 

“No, no I do not hold that title personally,” Danny answers, amusement coloring his voice. 

“Then, why …” the man trails off, the question hanging in the air. 

“Your soul will cross to your after life with or without my interference,” Danny replies. “I am here because I know what it is like to die as a hero, and have no one there on the other side for you.”

The man doesn’t say anything, watching as the woman who spoke to him earlier begins to sob openly. Her ability to not be overcome by her grief is gone as she clings to the man’s corpse. The sounds that she makes is all too similar to Danny’s wail, and although she is not a ghost the effect is no less impactful. 

Everyone around her goes to her, holding her as she sobs, weeping, saying she wished he didn’t have to go. The heroes around the woman cry with her. 

Being surrounded by grief and death so often, Danny is not as moved by the scene as he would have been. This is normal. It’s part of the living’s grieving process. They’ll mourn, they’ll be in a state for as long as they need. 

Most will come out of it, keep going, determined to keep their legacy going. Some will never move on, will never recover. In the end it will not change anything. The person never comes back … well, they usually don't come back. Danny doubts that this man will be the exception.

Yet, this man is not used to being around such a scene, and he begins to cry as well, falling to his knees as he reaches a hand out to the woman. Danny can tell he wants to soothe her, stop her tears. Take the pain away. 

He can’t. He can’t take the pain away. And he won’t see her until her time is up too. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cries as his hand goes through her shoulder, tears falling down his translucent face. “I had to do it. To protect what we had. I hope you know that. I hope Morgan knows that.”

Danny stands there, waiting for the man to mourn and grieve the life he had. To mourn the life he wouldn’t get to live. 

The man sits there for a while, crying with his partner. He only stops when the heroes help the woman to her feet, leading her away. They’ve already closed the corpse's eyes, but they wait for the woman to be a ways away before a couple of them pick him up. 

“We’ll make sure everyone knows the hero you were, Tony,” the man in red and blue says, a broken shield on his back. “And I’m sorry. I was wrong. You were the type to make the sacrifice play.”

The soul smiles softly at the man, tears in his eyes. 

“We were both wrong about each other, Rogers. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” 

Then they’re gone. They take the soul’s body with them, departing the scene.

Grief hangs heavy in the air, heavy on Danny’s tongue. He allows himself to feel a little sad for all this man has lost. It is always a tragedy when a life goes, even if it’s inevitable. If life and death will always be inevitable. 

Yet, he still extends a hand out to the man in front of him. 

“It’s time to go.” 

The man turns towards Danny, sadness in every part of himself. 

“What if I don’t go? What if I stay here?” the man questions, turning back to look out where his loved ones left. 

“Then you’d become a ghost,” Danny answers honestly, hand still outstretched. “You’d watch your loved ones grow, love, lose, eventually die.” 

“Well that doesn’t sound so bad,” the man states, body tensing slightly as he meets Danny’s eyes. Like he knows there’s a but coming. 

“If you become a ghost, you cannot follow them into the final resting place,” Danny informs him. “You’ll lose bits and pieces of yourself as you are stuck in the in-between. You’ll form an obsession. It will drive every decision you make. You may even end up becoming someone you no longer recognize.” 

The man lets out a deep breath, chest heaving slightly. 

“Are you a ghost?” 

Danny nods. “I am.” 

“So, what happened to you? What’s your obsession?” the man questions, eyes racking over Danny’s form. 

Danny resists the urge to lash out at the lack of tact. Asking a ghost such things is taboo, but the newer souls don’t know. They don’t understand. So he’ll forgive him, this time. 

“I died due to an electric failure. I came back … incomplete,” Danny answers honestly. “My obsession is to help others. Protect them, aid them on their journey, whatever those who are in need of me require me to do to aid them.” 

“And are you someone you no longer recognize?” the man asks, eyes darting over Danny’s shadowed face. 

“I am no longer the person I was. I am no one I thought I would be. But I am content. This is my after-life. I do not regret who I have become,” Danny replies. 

“That’s not really an answer to my question,” the man points out. 

“It’s the only answer I have for you,” Danny says.

Then, he pushes his hand out further, silently asking the other man to take it. 

“Will it hurt?” the man asks, hand hovering over Danny’s outstretched one. 

“I do not know. I have never been.” 

The man chuckles wetly at that, but grabs Danny’s hand. 

“Thank you,” the man whispers kindly to Danny. 

Everything goes white for a moment. Then the man is gone, and Danny is alone yet again.

[cherrylovelycherry]

Hi! I love how you write angst and it is perfect whenever I crave for some.

As I am into an angst spree, and i saw your requests open, could I request some bittersweet angst? I don't really have any ideas lol but maybe with Zhongli? Or Diluc? Al Haitham is fine too, haha.

Another name

pairing. zhongli x gn!reader cw/genre. some bittersweet to pure angst, no comfort, begging, toxic relationship, do not imitate. masterlist! requests open! note. Hi Anon, here is what you requested, as you didn't specify pronouns I opted to make them neutral (easier for me to make them with "You") I hope that's ok and that you enjoy it. By the time I finish writing this I feel I've made it more angsty, I hope it's still ok, sorry.

Things were obvious to both of you, or at least to you. It was nothing new to know that he was with you only because of the physical resemblance to his previous deceased partner. The worst part of it was that even knowing the situation, you loved him too much to leave him.

You were sitting next to him, while he was combing his hair. Suddenly he called you by the name of his previous partner, not for the first time.

"My name is Y/N…you know that, don't you?" you said to Zhongli, by the correction he apparently got annoyed, to the point of ignoring you but not just for that day, he ignored you for a whole week.

He started to become distant, almost as he always did when you repeated or contradicted his words. You tried to think at first that he was just busy.

Now you found yourself walking leisurely through Liyue; it was a quiet afternoon. The breeze was blowing, the birds were singing, it was nice. Zhongli saw you, but avoided you. You had no idea that he had passed by because you were busy in your own little world.

You missed the caresses he gave you a week ago, before you corrected him. His warm kisses on your forehead and the pats on his head. It was strange that he ignored you for so long, normally it was over in hours, like two months ago.

"I'm sorry." He said, hugging your waist from behind, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You had just fought about something he mentioned, you got a little upset, but didn't comment. Seeing you uncomfortable, he got annoyed too, and everyone went to a different part of the house.

And here he was now, pressing soft kisses on your jaw and the back of your neck, his hands caressing your waist.

"Ah, it's okay, Zhongli." You spoke, turning to see him and giving him a small kiss. He, of course, smiled at the action.

Oh, how you wanted it to be like that this time.

Later, you returned home, Zhongli was already there.

"Zhongli, please don't ignore me." You approached with hesitant steps to the couch where he was sitting while reading a book.

Zhongli raised his head to look at you. You couldn't tell what he was feeling from his serious face. "Come here, sit with me." He spoke, putting his book aside.

That was a breakthrough, at least he responded to you. You moved closer and he grabbed your hand as he made you sit next to him. With another hand he began to stroke your hair gently. "It's okay now, I'm not upset anymore." Zhongli said, finally mentioning his former partner's name again as he continued the caresses.

You felt a lump in your throat, your body tensed as you heard him call you by that name, again.

"Zhongli…" You started to speak, your mouth feeling dry. "…that's not my name." Inside you were afraid that he would be annoyed again and ignore you, but you couldn't, you needed to tell him that that wasn't your name.

"…" Zhongli's hand in your hair tightened, instantly stopping the movement. You exhaled tiredly, you were starting to get fed up with the situation.

"I'm afraid to say this isn't working." He said, pulling his hand away from your hair, his tone was distant and with his gaze fixed on the wall.

"Huh?" you blurted out in surprise. "What do you mean?" feeling your body tense.

"That this isn't working." He said again. His gaze was now fixed on you and his tone was firm and distant.

"I can't even say I'm completely happy here with you because it's not true. I still love the person who looks like you but is no longer here."

"I-" Zhongli's words echoed in your head. "No, you don't really mean it…do you?" your voice cracked as you spoke. You were getting desperate, you couldn't let yourself break up with him, you loved him too much.

"I'm sorry, it was a mistake to have thought this could work. I see clearly now how different you are from her." He exhaled, getting up from the couch.

"…" You felt your life flash before your eyes. Reacting just as he got up from the couch, "No, please-" Hesitantly, you moved towards him quickly. "Please, let's not break up, please."

Tears soon began to fall from your eyes, the lump in your throat beginning to form into small, suppressed sobs.

Zhongli just stood there, saying nothing. He looked at you with a cold and firm countenance.

You, in an act of desperation at his firm resolve, knelt before him, grabbing his legs in an attempt to keep him from leaving. "Please, Zhongli, don't leave me-" you spoke, sobbing.

"I'll let you call me by her name, please don't leave."

Zhongli seeing you like this, felt some remorse, seeing your great despair reflected on your face, he merely sighed.

"I'm sorry, but no." He said, moving forward and releasing the grip you had on his legs.

"Please, Zhongli, don't-"

Everything was happening so fast now. Watching him advance to the door you got up from the ground and followed him. "Don't go, please, I beg you…" Your words were cut off by crying. You repeated the same words, trying not to let him cross the door.

Zhongli stood in the doorway, analysing everything he was doing. He did not turn around, nor did he make a move. He just said; "I'm sorry…goodbye."

He walked out of the house, never to return.

You tried to run, but ended up tripping over your foot and fell to the ground on your knees. "Please don't leave me-"

"Don't leave me, Zhongli…" You sobbed, lying there on the ground, slowly crumbling to pieces. You didn't care if people heard or saw what was happening.

You felt your head explode, this couldn't be true, maybe you shouldn't have complained about what he called you by a name that wasn't yours and never will be yours. You felt guilty for his departure.

"Why are you leaving me, come back" echoed in your mind, watching his figure wander through the streets of Liyue.

"What should I do without you, Zhongli?" you murmured, letting the tears continue to wet your face, making no attempt to wipe them away.

note. Never repeat what you read. Never beg someone.

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[lunabug2004]

I am deceased after MLMU(TH) Ep.3

KongthapAtom has killed me. They are too cute. That's all for this episode review, thank you.

Okay but fr, this episode was tooo adorable, I enjoyed it so much I think it might be my favorite so far!

Atom is actually the cutiest patootiest to ever exist and that's a fact. Sorry, not sorry 🤷‍♀️

Also can we talk about Fourth's characters always being fatherless... it's kinda funny but also my poor babies!

Atom and Mudmee being besties & helping one another is my fav thing ever! Normally I don't care much for the straight side couples in shows but ya'll I am rooting for Mudmee so hard! Get your man!

Anyways, back to KongthapAtom: Kongthap is already so gone for Atom and I love to see it! Him realizing that 'cute' was the word he wanted to describe Atom as was... 🥹🥹🥹 so cute!!! And then just Atom being whipped... 😩. Like I said, I am deceased bcs of the adorableness of these two!

Two more things I want to mention: first is the Sodium-Radium-Potassium callback... my MSP/TinnGun heart screamed lemme tell youuuu! MSP is my favorite Thai BL and one of my comfort shows so all the callbacks are both breaking and healing my heart all at once! But this one especially... you can ask my sister I gasped so hard I coughed 😂

The second is Fourth's acting in the "we're just classmates" part. I will forever praise his acting, esp his facial work. He's just so good! You could see all the sadness and frustration while also just wanting to get the heck outta there. He broke my heart but he does it so well I can never be mad...

That's my mini-review of ep 3! I really hope that the haters have stopped watching at this point so my feed doesn't get filled with complaints like it did last episode. I am really, really enjoying this show and I am so impatient during the weeks waiting for these episodes it should probably be studied tbh. I hope y'all enjoy hearing my thoughts cuz I like making these episode posts! <3

[gatheringbones]

[“Alex tells me he had long been aware of the existence of transsexuals, and he had even contemplated transitioning earlier in his life. He had known a couple of people over the years who had transitioned, but he had no idea of how to go about doing so, and he lacked the money and the wherewithal.

In the early 1990s, “the conversation changed,” he says, making it possible for him to contemplate transitioning. He heard about support groups for transgender men. FTM groups were forming in San Francisco and Seattle. A burgeoning “queer” movement was challenging the dominance of radical feminist ideas and was offering female-assigned individuals who wished to embrace their inner maleness a way to do so affirmatively, with a sense of pride. Writers and activists like Sandy Stone and Kate Bornstein were talking about a different, more expansive understanding of the radical potential of gender switching, rejecting medicalized notions of trans people as having the “wrong body,” or as being mentally deficient. The term “transgender” was established as a way to move beyond the medical model of “transsexualism” and to include a broad array of gender-variant persons who wished to challenge the binary. It enabled Alex to call himself transgender.

“I did not want to have to say I was ‘crazy.’ I don’t even like saying I’m dysphoric, though I fit the narrative,” says Alex. “I didn’t start T until I found a very good doctor who didn’t demand a letter from a therapist. I wouldn’t confess dysphoria in order to get access to top surgery. I won’t do it. Why would I want to make myself even more marginal?” However, once there was a “weakening of pathology, of judgment,” he decided to move forward.

Meanwhile, Kristin, Alex’s closest friend, settled in Seattle after graduation, where she found an accepting culture and a lively butch presence in the lesbian community. She worked for a state representative, and when she visited the state capitol to lobby on his behalf, people sometimes perceived her “as a boy.” But mainly she felt okay about looking different, and she fell in love with a woman, Jennie, who affirmed her right to be who she was. Kristin is pretty flat chested and small hipped, and “looks like she wants to,” more or less. She presented as a masculine female. It helped that her family tended to be supportive. “Even though I don’t really operate as a woman, I operate in the sphere of women, and there were a lot of really strong women in my big Polish family!” Also her dad, now deceased, was queer, and her brother (who appears in this book) is a transgender man.

Because Kristin, unlike Alex, received a lot of support for her gender nonconformity, she said it never became a major source of distress for her—which isn’t to say that it hasn’t been a challenge at times. She contemplated transitioning for a while but eventually made peace with her body. Being in therapy helped. “I thought that my anxiety was special and everyone else was normal,” she tells me. But as she found ways to ease her generalized sense of anxiety, she became more comfortable with her body and her gender nonconformity. “I thought, ‘Why do I care so much about what other people think about my gender?’ I have a right. I have a fucking right to be who I am,” she tells me, her voice cracking.

And as she became more comfortable with herself, she found ways to deal with bathroom confrontations. “Now when people come up to me and tell me I’m in the wrong bathroom, sometimes I look my body up and down and look at them quizzically and say, ‘Oh, really?’ Thanks!” She makes light of it. “The more comfortable I am, the more likely they are to think I’m in the right place and leave me alone. Now it’s even funny at times.” But airports, she says, are still particularly challenging. Heightened security seems to extend to the policing of gendered bodies in bathrooms. The other day, a blond woman in her fifties came over to her as she entered a bathroom stall and started yelling, “You’re in the wrong place—the men’s room is over there.” Kristin just smiled and said, “Thank you,” and the woman left in a hurry.

“I get why some people transition,” says Kristin, “to be normal, and not have people gawking at you all day. It takes a whole lot of energy.” Still, she came to the conclusion that transitioning would not solve her problems, and that it might open up new, unknown challenges.

Alex, on the other hand, made the decision to modify his body and present as a male, and it has made his life much easier. He no longer gets harassed walking down the street, and he’s no longer as angry. “I still look young,” he tells me, “but at least the beard and receding hairline prove I’m through puberty!” He is much happier now, he says. “I honestly don’t feel I’ve changed that much. That is, ‘transitioning’ didn’t change me so much as it forced others to see me as I saw myself. Yes, the bodily transformations were welcome and comforting. I felt that I was finally ‘home.’ But how do you separate that feeling from the sense that you’re finally recognized by others for how you see yourself?”]

arlene stein, from unbound: transgender men and the remaking of identity, 2018

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

Connected ch4

pairing: chan x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

word count: ~1.3k

warnings: none

an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.

masterlist * previous chapter * next chapter

the nightmares returned that night. it was a never ending cycle of falling asleep, waking up crying, reaching for your phone to text chan, not wanting to bother him, and falling back asleep. when it was time to get up for work, you were exhausted and miserable. the thought of calling in crossed your mind, but then what would you do? sit at home all day and stare at your phone? you needed to go to work. you drug yourself out of bed and got ready.

“are you sleeping?”

his message came through as you were grabbing your keys to walk out the door. you were running a little behind and didn’t have time to contemplate whether you should answer him or not. so you shoved your phone in your pocket and headed on your way.

work was almost as miserable as your dreams and you couldn’t wait for it to be over. but at the same time, you had nothing better waiting for you at home. at least at home there was your bed, and music. so when it was finally time to clock out and you grabbed your bag and headed to your car.

“you busy?”

“i just can’t fall asleep.”

now you had nothing to do, so there’s no hiding from him. do you answer? last night you had convinced yourself that it was best if you just left him alone, didn’t bother him anymore. but these messages sounded as if he needed someone and you didn’t want to leave him all alone. you knew too well how that felt.

“no im not busy. just getting off work.”

“sorry you can’t sleep. can’t turn your brain off?”

you tossed your phone on the passenger seat and drove home. immediately upon arrival, you collapsed on your bed, pulling your pillow close to your chest, hugging it tightly. your phone vibrated against the sheets.

“too many thoughts.”

you understood that. there were some nights where you wanted to sleep so bad that you were brought to tears, unable to slip into unconsciousness. insomnia is rough. your heart broke for him.

“anything i can do to help you? want to call?”

‘that was brave’ you thought. normally you would never be the first one to suggest such a thing, but you really just wanted to help him.

“can we video call..? or is that too much?”

your stomach dropped. a video call? the thought of him being able to see you.. was terrifying. this is what you get for being brave and asking if he wanted to call.

“a video call is fine.”

your stomach was in knots, you were afraid you may be sick.

“okay but don’t make fun of the way i look. ㅋㅋㅋ”

you rolled your eyes. this man. but it made you feel a little better. it was comforting to know that you weren’t the only one who was nervous about the way they looked.

your phone started buzzing in your hand, ‘incoming video call’ filled the screen. you held your breath and accepted.

and there he was.

he was clearly in bed, surrounded by covers, his natural curly hair falling in his eyes, his bare face peeking out at you from behind the blanket. he was so cute. he looked so cuddly and sleepy.

“you look comfy."

he laughed. his laugh had quickly become one of your favorite sounds and you were discovering that it was even better when you could see his face. it made you smile.

“so do you.”

you realized your posture almost mirrored his, but instead of peeking out from behind the blanket, you were peeking out from behind your pillow.

the silence filled the room.

“i’m nervous.” you confessed.

“me too.” he said, chuckling.

“i’m sorry you can’t sleep. i know that really sucks.”

“that’s okay. you’re helping me.”

“are you saying that i’m putting you to sleep?” you joked.

he smiled and shook his head. “you’re relaxing me.”

“am i boring you, chan?” you laughed.

he was quiet for a moment, smiling. “do that again.” he said.

“do- do what again?”

“laugh like that.” you blushed. “i’ve always really liked your laugh. but it’s somehow better when i can see you.” he confessed.

you didn’t know whether to cry, throw your phone, pass out, or all of the above.

“your cheeks are red.” he pointed out. you hid behind the pillow. “hey hey, don’t hide.” he laughed. “i think you’re adorable.”

you could feel the warmth radiating off of your face. you decided a change of subject was necessary.

“so.. you’re coming to america?” you asked.

“yeah. here in a couple months. not for like a tour or anything but for a photo shoot and a couple interviews.”

“oh that’s cool. so i guess you won’t be here long then.”

“i’m afraid not. we’ll only be there for like 2 or 3 days and then we fly back.”

you just nodded. unsure of what to say next.

“i.. i uh.. i asked if we could make a pit stop in chicago.” he says, nervously. he was avoiding looking into the camera, suddenly finding a loose string on his pillowcase very interesting.

“really?” your face was hot again and your stomach was doing gymnastics.

“yeah. i thought maybe if you weren’t busy..” his sentence trailed off, never reaching its end.

“you want me to come to chicago?” you asked.

“only if you have time. only if you want to.” he said quickly. “no pressure or anything.”

“and all of the boys will be there..?” you asked, suddenly nervous. meeting chan was of course nerve wracking in itself. but meeting all eight of them? and the staff? you weren’t sure if you could handle that without a panic attack.

“yeah. but you don’t have to meet everyone if you don’t want to. you don’t even have to come if you don’t want to.” he cleared his throat a little. “i just.. i just wanted to meet you and the opportunity presented itself.. so i thought..”

“i would love to meet you, chan.” you reassured him. “but meeting you is scary and meeting everyone.. i think might be too much.”

“it can just be me then. you can meet every one else some other time. no need to be scared, i promise.” he smiled, his dimples making an appearance and you silently swooned. ‘get it together’ you told yourself.

“okay. just you sounds perfect.” you smile and fight the urge to kick your feet and giggle. what even is your life? what is happening?

“great.” he yawns. “i can’t wait.”

you chuckled. “are you sleepy?”

“mm” he answered, nodding.

“i can let you get some rest. i’ll talk to you tomorrow.” you suggested.

“no!” he said quickly, afraid you were going to suddenly hang up like last time. “don’t go. tell me about your day. how was work?”

you smiled. you settled deeper into your mattress, cuddling closer to the phone. “work was work.” you started. “i kind of hate my job.” he was quiet, so you continued. “i guess it’s not the job i hate, it’s the people i work with. they’re just not very nice.”

he was still silent, his eyes closed, his breathing deep. “chan?” you whispered. you were answered by the cutest softest snoring sound. he was definitely asleep. you couldn’t contain your smile. “goodnight, channie.” you whispered. but instead of hanging up, you placed the phone down on the bed and closed your eyes, falling asleep in the middle of the day to the soft sound of his breathing and his occasional snore.

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[callsign-magnolia]

Imperial // Ch. 5

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

Synopsis: Tatiana Alexeyevna discovered she was a princess when she was seventeen, a young age for a girl to receive such shocking news. She's done well at learning how to be a royal, and after meeting Bradley she considers that she really could find true love while taking the throne.

Warning: Angst, cursing, smut (eventual)

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Chapter 4 | Masterlist

I groaned as I shifted in the bed, attempting to roll onto my back but I cried out as I did. “Princess.” A hushed voice whispered as hands settled on my shoulders to keep me lying on my stomach. My eyes opened to see Sophie with a kind smile on her face. “Soph?” She giggled, tears falling from her eyes. “What happened?” She smiled, pulling her chair closer before sitting in it. “A bomb went off and it threw you to the ground. You have third degree burns on your back and second degree burns on the back of your legs. You had to have a few wounds on your back closed, as well as stitches in your forehead. The doctor said you will likely have scarring as well.” I nodded, a few tears slipping out. “How’s my grandmother?” She nodded. “She’s inconsolable and she calls your room hourly for updates.” I nodded, closing my eyes when suddenly images of a little red head flew through my mind. “Anastasia!” I yelled, jumping up and Sophie grabbed me again. “She’s in the Pediatric ICU. Since her parents are deceased, I have been getting updates on her. She had some third degree burns on her little legs, but her doctors say she should be okay.” I sighed in relief, laying back down.

“Can you get the doctor for me?” She nodded, walking out. I knew I was in a hospital instead of the palace infirmary. “Your majesty.” The doctor said as he came around to the side of the bed so I could see him, giving a deep bow. “I am doctor Babanin. How are you feeling?” I groaned a little. “My back hurts, a lot and I feel sore from laying on my stomach.” He nodded. “Well, I’m sorry your majesty. You’ll have to keep laying like this. You have third degree burns on your back. We’ve already performed surgery to remove the dead skin and close a few wounds. We have been giving you intravenous fluids to help with your blood pressure and you sustained a concussion as well.” I nodded slightly. “When can I go home?” He flipped through his chart, reading over some stuff before sighing. “You’ve been burned on thirty-six percent of your body. We keep people for one day per one percent. So, I’m estimating thirty-six days.”

“THIRTY-SIX DAYS?!” I yelled, attempting to push myself up. “That’s unacceptable! My Babushka, your queen is still recovering from her gunshot wound! Someone must run the country and that someone is me!” Doctor Babanin stopped me, grabbing my arms to avoid touching my wound. “It is an estimation, your majesty. You could be out sooner.” I shook my head as tears gathered in my eyes. “This can’t be happening. We’ve just gone to war and I’m here in the hospital and so is my grandmother! Who will run the country?” I cried as doctor Babanin backed away and Sophie came over. “Your majesty, you must take deep breaths.” She tried to console me as I cried. What were we to do? We couldn’t just leave the country without a leader. But soon, she calmed me down and I could breathe normally. “We will figure out a plan, your majesty. I have already been in touch with her majesty and her team.” I nodded, exhaustion taking over my body. “I recommend some sleep; some rest will help your healing and allow you to think more clearly.” I knew he was right, so I agreed. “Okay.” I looked to Sophie. “Will you call Babushka for me? Tell her I’m okay?” She nodded, grabbing her phone and stepping out. I reached to the table next to my bed, grabbing my phone. I had a few texts, mostly from my mother and a voicemail from Bradley.

I rushed to listen to it, tears filling my eyes as he cried. I forgot he was there; my memories are fuzzy but now I remember him in his dress white’s, handsome as ever. I remembered he gave me a picture, the one of us on that picnic. “You have to be okay.” His words echoed through my mind and before I knew it, I was calling him. I stretched, hissing slightly as the skin on my legs pulled. It kept ringing and I thought it would go to voicemail before I heard a click. It was silent for a moment and just before I spoke up, he asked. “Tatiana?” His voice was hoarse, as if he’s been crying. “Hi Bradley.” It was a whisper, as if I didn’t want anyone to know I was speaking to him. I heard him inhale quickly at my voice, as if he was fighting back tears. “Thank God. You’re okay?” I sighed, letting my head fall onto the pillow. “I’ll be okay.” He sighed. “The past two days have been agonizing, did the doctor say what your injuries were?” I furrowed my brows. “I’ve been out for two days?” He hummed. Two days, really? “Yeah.” He said solemnly. “Um, I have third degree burns on thirty-six percent of my body.” I said as tears welled in my eyes.

“God, baby.” He sniffled as I started crying, the affectionate nickname making me miss him more. “I wish I could be there for you.” I sighed, slowing the stream of tears. “You’re deployed, I understand. I had a surgery to remove the peeling skin and close a few wounds. They also closed the wound on my forehead and they’re giving me intravenous fluids to keep my blood pressure stable.” I heard him sob and my heart broke slightly. “You’ve been that worried about me?” “You’re all I’ve been thinking about since that night.” I couldn’t help the smile that grew on my face. “Thank you, for worrying.” I muttered, drawing patterns in the sheets. “I also want to apologize for that last night at your house. I swear I was going to tell you. You just… made me feel normal, and I haven’t felt that way in years.” I had tears falling down my face, regretting how he found out.

“You made me so happy, and I hadn’t felt joy like that since I found out who I actually was.” I heard him chuckle on the other end, making me furrow my brows. “Why are you laughing?” he laughed a little harder. “You must have hit your head harder than I thought. Do you remember what I said when we first bumped into each other?” I shook my head, trying to think back to when we ran into each other. “I told you I forgive you, Tatiana.” My eyebrows raised in realization, remembering the full conversation. “You still care?” I asked. “Of course, Tatiana.” Then I suddenly remembered the picture he gave me, making me gasp loudly. “What? What’s wrong?” “Sophie!” I yelled and she rushed in. “Where’s my dress?” She furrowed her brows in confusion. “I’m sorry, Princess. We threw it away because it was burnt.” More tears welled in my eyes as my chest started heaving. “There was a picture Bradley gave me.” Her face lit up and she rushed over, sliding a book over and pulling the picture from under it. “It was bent around the edges, so I put the book on it to flatten it back out.” I sighed in relief, looking at the picture. “Tatiana? Are you okay?” Bradley asked and I laughed. “Yeah, I thought the picture you gave me was thrown away. But it’s okay.” He chuckled as a smile grew on my face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re safe. How are things there now?” I sighed, looking up at Sophie. “I don’t know yet. But our first group of trainees were deployed… yesterday, I think. I’ll have to get updated on the state of the nation and then we must figure out who is going to run the country in the meantime.” I was stressing over it, not knowing what to do. “Whatever you do, I know you’ll do a great job.” I smiled hearing his encouragement. “Can I keep talking to you? It would just be nice to talk to someone who isn’t involved with the royal family or politics.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I’d like that. We’re going to be docked in Japan for a while, so I’ll have service, and if we leave, I’ll text you.” I smiled as I relaxed a little more. “Thank you, Bradley. For everything.” I could hear him chuckle on the other end. “You’re welcome, Tatiana.” We said our goodbyes and I set my phone down on the table next to the bed.

I looked up to see Sophie with her lips turned up in a grin. “You two should’ve just gotten married.” I laughed loudly at her statement. “We made it three months before it blew up in my face! Plus, if I had gotten married that soon or in America, Babushka would’ve died.” Her eyebrows raised in agreement as she sat in her chair. She stared at me as I rested my cheek on the pillow. “You love him.” Her statement took me by surprise. Towards the end, I started to wonder. I cared for him deeply, that I knew. But did I love him? He made me feel things I never had before. He gave me butterflies when he just looked at me, he made my heart swell with his kind gestures and not just for me but for others. Like when he gave me his mother’s necklace. Which I still had on; I hadn’t taken it off since he gave it to me. I probably should’ve given it back, but he sent me away so quickly and I didn’t get a chance to when I saw him in Kugrad.

Is that what love is? Those feelings? “You’re thinking about it too much.” My eyes snapped to her as she sat perched in the chair. “Princess, if I may speak freely. You and Bradley, I have only seen you two together only a few times. But, there is something there, something between you two. He says he still cares?” I nodded at her question, tucking my arms under my pillow. “That means you mean something to him. I think you mean a lot to him, maybe even everything. If you still care too, don’t let this be the end.” I smiled at her, nodding. “I’ll start working on it as soon as I’m out of here.” She giggled, nodding at me. “Now, can I get something for the pain? My back is starting to throb.” She chuckled, standing to go get the doctor.

I was released after twenty days. I was healing faster than expected so I was sent back to the palace. I would have to stay in the infirmary and a burn doctor would visit daily to take care of me. But I was released to do light work. Basically, sit at my desk for a few hours each day and do work. “They let you out? That’s great.” Bradley said over the phone. I was currently on a train headed back to the Royal City. It hurt to lean back so I took to standing. “Yeah, my only problem is it still hurts for my back to touch anything so I will have to stand for the rest of this train ride. Or at least lean forward in my seat. But that tugs on my skin and hurts too.” I sighed. I kicked off my shoes a while ago, opting to go barefoot throughout the train car so my feet wouldn’t tire as quickly. “I’m sorry, baby. I wish this never happened.” I nodded and leaned forward onto the bar. “Me too. But we can’t change the past, only learn from it.” It went quiet on his end, which worried me. “Yeah, can’t change the past.” He muttered. My hand drifted to my collar bones, feeling the pearl necklace he gifted me. “Princess.” Marcus said and I looked at him. He tapped his watch, telling me we were close. “Almost home. So, that means I must get ready to face the crowd.”

“Is that bad?” I shrugged. “Depends on how the country views what happened. I’ll either be deemed a hero for grabbing Anastasia or a fool for even being there in the first place.” He hummed. “Well, can I talk to you tomorrow?” I smiled, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth. “Of course, Bradley.” It was quiet for a moment as my grin grew wider. “Goodbye, Tatiana.” “Goodbye, Bradley.” We hung up and I slid my shoes back on. “The doctor is meeting us at the palace to go over your treatment plan. Which includes your physical therapy.” I nodded, watching as the city started to fly by. “The people are happy that you are okay and coming home.” I nodded, sighing. “Doesn’t mean they won’t think I’m stupid for being in the middle of it all.” He nodded. “If I may. No royal, no king nor queen has ever done what you did. You went to boost morale, see what your people were going through. And when danger came knocking you never turned away, you ran headfirst into the chaos. These people are proud to call you their princess.” Tears welled in my eyes at his words. “You mean it? You don’t think I’m stupid?” He shook his head. “No Krasivayen Royal has ever shown the courage and bravery you did. Not even your grandmother.” As he finished, we pulled into the station. “Now, come greet your people.” We all stood, Marcus leading me off the train and through the station. It was closed off for my protection but as soon as we stepped outside, I was blinded by the sun and deafened by the screaming.

People stood against the barriers, holding their hands out, waving small versions of the nation's flag. It brought tears to my eyes, that in times like this, people still had faith in my family and our nation. I slowly walked down the steps, smiling and waving. “Hi!” I greeted a little girl and her father. “We’re so happy you are safe, princess.” I smiled and thanked him, taking the small bouquet of flowers from his daughter. Many people had flowers and by the time I made it to the car they were overflowing in my arms. I gave one last wave before getting in the car, allowing Marcus to close my door and get into the passenger seat. “Marcus? May I roll down my window?” I asked, meeting his eye in the rearview mirror. He simply smiled and nodded, and just as we pulled away, I rolled my window down. People lined the streets the entire way to the palace, it was an overwhelming sense of love that had me crying in the backseat.

My arms felt like they were going to fall off by the time we reached the palace gates. I’m sure my face was smudged with mascara as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. “I told you they were proud.” Marcus said, turning to me with a smile. I gave him a teary smile of my own before we finally pulled up to the palace. I stepped out, guards leading me inside as I stood straight so as to not pull on my back. Once inside I saw my grandmother pacing, she had to stay here for her own safety, so we haven’t seen each other since the day I left for Kugrad. “Privyet, moye serdtse!” ‘Hello, my heart!’ My heart being a nickname she reserved only for me. She yelled it, rushing over and pulling me into her arms. She was careful of my back but her gentle touch alone made my back burn. “You’re okay! Thank god!” She yelled, kissing my forehead. Everyone walked away, giving us some space. “I’ve heard so many different stories. Tell me what happened.” She said, taking my hand and leading me to sit in some chairs. Once we sat, I spilled everything. “He was there?!” My grandmother asked and I nodded. “He was rushing towards me just as the bomb went off.”

She stared at me, her lips tight in silence. “I wish to meet this man.” She said, standing. “Well, Babushka. He is currently on deployment, but once he is home, I’ll happily arrange a meeting.” She smiled at me. “How were our people? Before the air raid?” I sighed. “Struggling, Babushka. They need more blankets and food. Sophie’s grandmother is part of a few groups I want to commission to make blankets for the refugees. I also asked a local bakery owner, Nadia Kolishk, if we paid her, if she could give bread to the camp. But I’m sure her shop is now gone.” Babushka nodded. “What else?” I raised a brow at her question. “You have more ideas, tell them to me.” I sighed. “I want to ask the country to ration. Two meals a day for now, including us. We can also save a lot of money here in the palace alone.” I turned to her, to see if she would stop me but she motioned me to continue.

“We currently use central heat. We can cut our electricity usage down if we use the fireplaces again.” She nodded, listening intently. “We have many throughout the palace, we use the central heat less and use the fireplaces more. Common areas and offices throughout the day, bedrooms and suites at night.” She nodded. “I’m still trying to think of other ways to cut back on our power use, but the only other thing that comes to mind is making sure we keep off lights when no one is in the room.” She smiled, standing and taking my hands. “Those are wonderful places to start. Now, you’re thinking like a queen.” She said as she cradled my face. “How do we announce this?” I asked and she smiled. “We will broadcast it across the country, on television and the radio. They need to see us as a strong, united front, and that’s what we will give them.” I smiled and nodded as she pulled me into another hug, my back stinging from her touch. “I was so worried about you, moye serdtse.” I hugged her tightly, squeezing my eyes shut. Her perfume invaded my senses, comforting me. “I’m so happy to have you home.” Tears welled in my eyes, the comfort of her embrace making me emotional. “Are you okay?” I shook my head, burying my face in her shoulder. “No.” I croaked. She held me gently as I sobbed into her shoulder. All my emotions and fears, finally flowing out of me.

A few days later, after my physical therapy session, my mother called. “Oh it is so good to hear your voice darling.” My mother said, worry lacing her tone. “I’m sorry I haven’t called sooner, mama.” I could practically see her shaking her head. “Nonsense. You’re learning to run a country. You don’t have time to call me all day every day.” I know she wasn’t trying to guilt me, but I felt it weighing on my chest. “Well I want to make more time. How about, when I get an opportunity to come back to San Diego we spend a few days together?” I asked and she laughed. “I’d love too, darling.” There was a knock on my office door and I looked over, seeing Sophie stick her head through the doorway. “Princess? We have twenty minutes till your broadcast.” I nodded and she closed the door. “I have to go mama. Babushka and I have a broadcast in twenty minutes.” I said and she sighed. “Okay, darling. Call me when you have a spare minute?” I nodded. “I will mama. I love you.” I said, a few tears gathering in my eyes. “I love you too, darling.” With that we said goodbye and I walked down the hall to the drawing room. “Hello, moye serdtse.” She said, pulling me into a hug. She wore a cream colored skirt suit, a floral shirt beneath it. I wore one similar but mine was gold floral with a white background. “Ready?” I nodded. “How do you think the country is going to handle the requests?” She scoffed. “It’s not the country you have to worry about, it’s the nobles.” She had a point. Many of the noble families had very… pretentious thoughts about themselves. They thought themselves better than everyone, but no one was worse than my uncle on my grandfather's side of the family. The Volkov’s. But the worst of them was my cousin Artem, I had only met him a handful of times but he looked down on me every time, and it wasn’t just because he was six feet tall, a whole six inches taller than me. “Ready your highness?” A voice broke me from my thoughts and I nodded, sitting next to my grandmother in the plush felt chairs. 

The announcement went great. All over social media people are talking about how they’re willing to go along with our plan to ration and save energy for this war, but of course the higher class is not happy. The phones in the royal communications office have been ringing off the hook and Artem’s father Mikhail seemed to be the most angry and called my grandmother directly. I walked into her office with a few reports that showed the nation's response to our announcement when I heard her on the phone. “You may be related to my husband but you will have care in how you speak to me.” I furrowed my brows in confusion as I listened to her conversation. “I’m sorry Mikhail, but I have a nation to run. Good day.” She said, ending the call and my eyebrows shot up. “Your uncle cares for no one but himself.” She said as I handed her the reports. “Called to complain about the announcement?” I asked and she nodded. “God forbid he eats less than five times a day and has to give up any luxuries.” She said and I bit back a laugh. “Princesses don’t laugh at others, dear.” She said and I cleared my throat, folding my hands behind my back. “Except in this case.” She said before laughing herself and I couldn’t help but join in.

Two months went by and the war only got worse and moved farther inland. We had a winter palace out west and with the number of injured or dead we had are rising rapidly so I made the decision with my grandmother to use the palace as one large field hospital. Doctors from everywhere flocked to the grand building to help as well as nurses. “I’m going.” I said as I burst into my grandmother’s office. She looked at me with wide eyes as she spoke with Marcus. “Go? Go where?” She asked. “The western palace.” “Absolutely not!” She said, standing from her seat. “I can’t just sit here anymore! I’m going crazy! I’m tired of sitting and planning! I want to do something! I want to be hands on! I have no field experience but I can get supplies for these doctors, I can help move patients! There are so many ways that I could be helping and I’m not doing them!” I said and she sighed. “It’s too close to the front lines and we would have to spare security.” She said and I looked at Marcus. “I would like to volunteer myself to go with her.” He said, looking at my grandmother. “Marcus.” She challenged. Most people would back down immediately. But Marcus has worked for my grandmother since before I was born and he knew that it would take a hell of a lot more than this for him to be at risk of receiving her wrath. “Your majesty. With all due respect, princess Tatiana is itching to help the people and this is a great way to do it. Maybe even get some publicity which could mean more support from other countries.” He said and she sighed. “What about your physical therapy?” She asked.

“I know my exercises and I’ll do them by myself every day.” I said and she pursed her lips. “I don’t know. You’re still sleeping in the infirmary.” I was still sleeping in the infirmary. I was sleeping directly across from my grandmother for a few weeks until she was allowed to sleep in her own suite again. “I’ll already be in a hospital. It’s probably the best place for me to be.” Everything would be fine, but I couldn’t take a bed from someone who needed it more than me. She sighed and sat back down, sliding her glasses back on to her face. “Okay. But you come back once a month for a checkup from your burn doctor.” I nodded enthusiastically and rushed over to hug her. “Spasibo, Babushka.” I knew saying ‘Thank you, Grandmother’ in Russian would butter her up even more. She hummed but turned and kissed my cheek. “I am so proud of you.” She said and I grinned at her. The next day me, Marcus and a few other security agents were on a train headed for Kovrovgrad. Once we arrived they tried to give me a private room which I refused and they put me in a room with three other nurses. They were all so kind and helped me to quickly learn the ropes and each day I was to be with them on their rounds. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but I was more than ready for it. 

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The team had a rare off day on land which we were taking full advantage of. “What are you doing?” Phoenix asked as she sat next to me on the old worn couch. We were docked on base in Australia for the week and we had some downtime so I was sat in the rec room on base watching the tv. “You seem bored.” I scoffed at her words. “I am.” Service in Krasivayet Gurachu has been shitty at best since the war moved closer inland. I haven’t heard from Tatiana in days. No call, no text, not even an email. I’ve considered writing her a physical letter, but I wouldn’t even know where to send it. I couldn’t just send it to the palace, they’d never accept it. I’ll have to ask her about an address the next time I talk to her. “Have you heard about this war?” Phoenix asked and I looked at her confused. She pointed up at the tv and I turned towards it. They were covering the war in Krasivayet Gurachu. “I had never even heard of this country before this.” She said and I sighed. 

“Now to Tara who is covering the war in Krasivayet Gurachu.” The scene changed on the tv to a woman standing in front of a metal fence. “Thanks Adam. I’m standing here in front of the West Palace here, which is about twenty miles from the front lines. This palace behind me has been turned into a military field hospital. Before this the nearest hospital was a hundred miles behind this one. We’ve spoken to many nurses and doctors who are saying that without this, the number of  casualties would be much higher. The princess was the first one to make this suggestion and is in fact here herself offering aid to doctors and nurses.” My eyebrows shot up, I had no idea she was out there. She’s still healing herself. Sirens could be heard through the tv and the camera turned to catch an ambulance driving in at full speed. “There she is!” A voice yelled and it seemed like people rushed the fence. “As you can see, Princess Tatiana is hard at work with all the other nurses.” I could see her clearly. She was in blue scrubs, hair pulled back with a thick headband on. She grabbed the gurney, rushing inside with everyone else. “The government is doing all they can for their people. But with the war moving farther inland, resources are starting to diminish. There are multiple organizations you can donate too, including the Red Cross. I’m Tara Halstead.” With that it went back to the studio. 

“Damn. It’s getting bad I guess.” Phoenix said and I nodded. “It has been ever since we were docked there.” I replied. “I doubt she’s doing any actual work. She probably rushed outside for the cameras.” Hangman said from behind us. We turned around to look at him and before I could open my mouth and say anything I was cut off by Phoenix. “You’re only saying that because that’s what you would do if you were in her position. All over social media they are talking about all the things she’s done for her country, and it’s more than you can or would do for yours.” Phoenix snapped before standing and storming off. “Damn, why is she so mad about it?” He asked and I shrugged because I genuinely didn’t know. “Maybe because you’re just an ass Hangman?” I asked and he scowled at me before I gave him a grin, standing and leaving. 

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“When will you be back?” Grace, one of the nurses I’ve been bunking with asked. “Two days from now.” I said and she nodded. I’ve been here three months, doing what I can to help everyone here in the hospital. This will be my third time returning home to get treatment for my burns and hopefully my last. I’m basically all healed at this point, I just need my doctor to tell me I’m all clear. “Well, we’ll miss you, like always when you’re gone.” She said and I chuckled. “And I will miss you as well.” I replied to her as I zipped up my bag. “You’re majesty.” Marcus said from our doorway. “Well it’s time for me to leave.” I said, hiking my bag over my shoulder and turned for the door. “And my candy better still be under my bed when I get back.” I said and Grace laughed loudly. I knew she’d take it if she had the chance. “Thank you, Marcus.” I said as he took my bag from me. “You’re welcome, princess.” He said and I followed him until he took a wrong turn. “Where are we going, Marcus? The front doors are that way.” I said, pointing behind me. “There has been an increase in crowds outside the gate, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ‘working princess’, it’ll be safer to go out the back.” He said as he rested his hand on my upper back and guided me to the back entrance. 

I slept for most of the car and train ride. Just like everyone else, I don’t get solid sleep at the hospital, waking up about every four hours during the night to tend to patient’s. But I was relieved to pull up to the rounded front steps of the palace. “Happy to be home?” Maria asked, greeting me at the door to take my coat. “Very.” I replied and smiled at her. “Where’s Babushka?” I asked and she nodded her head up the stairs. “In her office.” She said, “Do I have time to see her before my appointment?” I asked and she looked at a clock. “If you hurry. You have thirty minutes.” She said and I nodded, immediately making my way down the hall to the first set of stairs. This palace was like a maze and it’s so easy to get lost and while I have learned to navigate most of it, I do still get turned around from time to time. I smiled at any staff I passed, including guards that I knew were planted around the palace so I had a constant eye on me. As I made it to my grandmother’s office, I gave a gentle knock to the dark mahogany wood and got an immediate response. “Come in.” I opened the door slowly and peeked my head in. “Hi.” I said and she smiled at me. “Oh, moye serdtse. Come in!” I stepped through the door, closing it behind me and walked over to her desk. She stood, opening her arms for a hug. “How have you been?” She asked, sitting back down and I continued standing. “Tired, but busy. I’m just grateful that I can help people.” I said and she nodded, smiling at me. “How is everything going here?” I asked and she sighed. “We’re holding steady, but we’ve been getting information of another potential attack and we can’t pinpoint where.” I sighed, resting my hand on her shoulder. “It will be okay, Babushka.” She smiled up at me and patted my hand that rested on her shoulder. “It will be. Now go, you must see your doctor.” I just smiled and nodded, bidding her goodbye before I walked towards the infirmary.

The doctor gave me the all clear, which meant for the first time in a long time, I can sleep in my suite, in my own bed! I was so excited when he told me, I was buzzing for the rest of the day. I did anything I could to keep myself busy. But finally once we were done with dinner I all but sprinted up to my suite. “Maria!” I called as the guards opened the doors. “I just turned on the shower and your night clothes are set up for you as well.” She said and I smiled at her. “You’re amazing.” I said and she smiled at me. “I know.” I just laughed before I rushed to my bathroom. Once my shower was done I walked out, dressed in my pajamas and my hair up in a towel. “Oh my god, it feels so good to be back!” I said, launching myself onto my bed face first. Maria laughed, coming over and urging me off the bed. “I can tell. How about you dry your hair while I turn down your bed.” She said and I nodded. “I guess I can do that.” I said in a teasing town and she laughed as I walked back into the bathroom. 

When I was finally done, I was tired and ready to crawl under my thick covers and drift off to sleep. Maria smiled as I slid into the bed and she set some water on my bedside table. “So what are you going to do now?” I asked her. “Well, Mama made a cake so I’m going to join her and we’re just going to spend time together.” She said and I smiled at her. “Well good, have fun.” She nodded and started walking out when I stopped her. “Maria?” I asked and she turned to me. “When we go back to San Diego, don’t let me forget to spend some time with my mama.” SHe just giggled and nodded. “I won’t. Goodnight, your majesty.” She said, giving a bow, cutting the lights off and leaving. While I was happy to be back in my big plush bed, I can’t help but think of Grace and the other nurses. Just like most other people in the country, they won’t be sleeping well tonight. I thought about how lucky I was to have such a safe and warm bed and how others didn’t but sadly, I can’t do anything about it right now. So the best thing to do is to get some sleep. I can’t help anyone with a foggy brain. 

I screamed as a hand landed on my shoulder and I sat up quickly. “Tatiana.” I was breathing heavily as I realized it was my grandmother in front of me. “Babushka?” I asked. “What are you doing here at,” I grabbed my phone, looking at the time. “Two a.m.?” I asked. “There has been an attack.” She said and my mind conjured up so many horrors. “Where?” I asked. “The field hospital.” I was stunned for a moment, taking a minute to absorb what she just told me. “Wh-what?” I asked, standing from my bed. “Belevodskian military stormed the hospital. They were looking for you.” She said and I sighed. “What happened?” I asked and she sighed, guiding me to sit back down on the bed. “They stormed the palace and killed all the wounded.” My heart stopped. “And they captured and killed many doctors and nurses.” My mind flashed to Grace and the other girls. “D-do we know who is dead?” I asked and she shook her head. “No. We don’t and it may be a long time before we know.” She said and soon Marcus came in. “The jet is ready.” Marcus said and I furrowed my brows at him. “Why is the jet ready?” I asked. “They are looking for you.” She said and my eyebrows flew up. “Me? Why would they be looking for me?” I asked. “King Stephan’s youngest son, Dmitri, has always wanted power and his father feels he should have it. I don’t know what they want with you, but I know it is not good. So I think it would be safer in San Diego.” She said and fear crept into my chest, almost suffocating me. 

“O-okay. Do I have time to change?” I asked and she nodded. I quickly jumped up, rushing into my closet. I slipped into some light wash jeans and the UVA shirt I had on when I left Bradleys house. I grabbed a coat and slid on some shoes before grabbing things like my purse and phone. I rushed out of the room to see Marcus outside of my door. “I thought you would have been against leaving.” He said and I sighed. “I don’t want to but I’m no use to anyone or this war if I’m dead or held captive.” I said as he led me down some stairs, another guard behind me. We approached the front doors and I saw my grandmother standing there, still in her pajamas and robe. “Why aren’t you dressed?” I asked and she took my hands. “Moye serdtse, I am not going with you.” She said and immediately tears welled in my eyes. “What? I thought we were leaving together.” I said and she shook her head. “I can’t leave. Someone has to stay here and that someone is me.” She said and I scoffed. “No, it doesn’t. If you’re not leaving then neither am I.” I said and she gave me a sad smile. “My dear, you are the only heir to the throne. I am but an old woman and you are so young. When I am gone, the country will need you.” She said and I choked on a sob. “I’m not ready. I can’t do this without you.” I said as I cried. “I know. But you will have to and you won’t be alone.” She said, giving my hands one last squeeze. “I’m not leaving without you. I refuse to.” I said and she sighed, leaning forward and kissing my cheek. She pulled away and shocked me with her words. “Remove her.” I furrowed my brows in confusion when I was suddenly grabbed. “No!” I screamed and kicked before being tossed over a shoulder. Whoever had me made their way for the door as Marcus followed us. “NO! You can’t do this to me! I command you to let me go!” I said as Marcus opened the doors. “You are a princess and she is the queen. Her commands outrank yours.” He said and I watched as my grandmother turned away from me, Charlotte resting her hand on her shoulder as they shook with her cries. I fought against the guards all the way to the car before I was basically tossed into one. “Marcus!” I yelled as he got in next to me. I turned for the other door, attempting to open it when I realized the child lock was on. “Let me out! They’ll kill her if they make it to the castle!” I said and he sat still. “The queen is well aware of that.” He said and more tears fell down my cheeks. “Marcus, please.” I begged and he looked at me. I could tell there were many emotions behind his brown eyes. Fear, anger, regret. “I’m sorry princess, but the queen has given me strict orders to get you out of the country safely and keep you out until this war is over.” He said and I choked on a sob. “And what happens if it doesn’t end? Or Belevodsk wins?” I asked and he sighed, staring out the window for a moment. “Then take it all in, your majesty. This could be the last time you see Kraivayet Gurachu.”

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Taglist: @artemissunn @fanboyswhore9 @amortentiadrops @kmc1989 @halstead-severide-fan

[glitchyk]

Average day

DP Episode it takes place: none

Got bored so like… made another one of these, not an official episode, more like an in between chapter- basically y’all get fanfiction written of this but I’m too lazy to put it like in Quotev or some other shit/silly

Also yes it’s short I got lazy, take the filler, knave/j/silly

Just wanted to show you what a day can sorta look like

Favorite quote from the ‘episode’: “He wishes he was a twink” - Kay

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“—And than it like blew up!”

Kay was just standing in her apartment, unamused, as some odd substance was splattered all over the floor. She just took a sip out of the mug of chocolate milk, “…Okay then.”

Kai turned to Creak who was looming nearby as usual, “Can someone remind me why the child knows witchcraft?”

“I am not a child,” Edith huffed as she crossed her arms, a slight glare in their red eyes, “I simply slipped up on an ingredient, that’s all.”

Tabitha propped her legs on the coffee table, arms crossed behind her head, “At least it wasn’t on the carpet.”

“At least it wasn’t on the carpet.” Kay mirrored in a tired tone, man, it was too early for this shit. It was like.. two in the morning, great. “I think I’m gonna go back to bed.”

Kay than promptly phased through the nearest wall, going into her room, only to hear a gasp and get dragged back, “The fuck-“

“Woah kid- when were you gonna tell me you could do that?” Tabitha asked, to which Kay just shrugged.

“I knew she could do that” Lilith said, looking bored as hell as they kicked briefly at the spilt substance, “I just kinda forgot for a bit.”

“Okay but are we not gonna talk about how weird it is?” The older woman asked, looking around the room.

Creak responded in their ghost speak murmurs, Kay just gave them a look, “…Sometimes I forget it’s not really normal to be half dead.”

“I wonder why death let that slip.” Kai snickered and halfheartedly said, “Maybe they’re losing their touch.”

“Death- I- what?” Kay just mumbled tiredly, “dude I have school later.. I don’t know what the hell you guys are talking about.” She was just tired and had school later on today. “This is more confusing than when I took 17 Benadryl and was seeing the hat man.”

“The who-“ Kai started, only to have Kay go back into her room, god damn, they just wanted to drink their chocolate milk and vibe.

A ‘blob ghost’ made a little purr like noise as it nuzzled into the couch, Catpooto’s eyes dilated as they then attempted to pounce on one.. as usual.

Tabitha adjusted how she was sitting, leaning on the side of the couch as she suddenly remembered something, “Oh wait- did you guys hear what happened just like.. a couple days back?”

Kai shook his head, “I have no idea.. and I’d rather not deal with mortal affairs” he mumbled, the ghostly wisp of a tail shifting as he sat nearby.

“Pff, you’re acting as if you aren’t a deceased soul yourself.”

“Just spit it out.”

“Apparently some others slipped through the old man’s portal and caused some problem’s at Kay-Kay’s school. Some ghost kid dealt with them.”

Lee gave Tabitha a bit of an unamused glance, almost a glare. Kai chimed in, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I agree on his statement, why should we care?”

“Pretty gay that you can read him so easily.” Tabitha teased, she just was doing this to fuck with them, since she knew damn well how much they argued

“Go die- again.”

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“Jaaazzzzzzz” Kay groaned, head laying face first on the table in front of them, to which the redhead seemed unamused

“You know, you need to start having a proper sleep schedule, you’re not staying up all night on your phone, are you?” Jazz asked on her usual tone, as if she knew everything… not to say she didn’t deserve to use that tone, she was right a lot of the time.

“I’m fucking and balling it” Kay stated sarcastically, finger guns pointed at Jazz.

“..That’s a crude term.”

Kay rolled her eyes halfheartedly, unable to contain a small smile, “It means I’m just kinda going with the flow, miss psychologist extraordinaire.”

Jazz just nudged her friend in a playful manner, “You’re lucky we’re friends.” The redhead stated playfully.

“Yeah, I really am aren’t I?” Kay smiled a bit, Jazz giving a small smile back, Kay just looked into her eyes, that shade of blue.

For a moment, she was gone, she wasn’t in that place, she was in that white space again. Yet the floor this time was a reflection, she looked down and there it was, her ghost form she saw instead of human. Those eyes, two different blues, staring back up at her, Jazz’ somewhat reminded her of one of those blues. It still felt odd, looking and seeing that it was her.

Jazz noticed her friend zoning out, a slight frown on her face, she gently shook Kay’s arm, “Kay?” She could see the brunette’s pupils return to normal shape, focusing, as she did so. A slight frown, she was joking about the sleep before, but, Kay did seem kinda.. off.

“Oh, uh… sorry. I was studying all last night.” They threw out an excuse, it would probably be hard to explain to jazz, all this ghost shit.. especially with Jazz not believing in ghosts. And Kay didn’t exactly want to get thrown into a psych ward or be thrown oh a vivisection table by her friend’s parents.

Vivisection? Dissection? Yeah she didn’t know, technically being half dead, or would it matter which form she’s in, if it’s like, vivisection or dissection? Oh she’s not going down that rabbit hole right now.

Jazz, as she always was, seemed to be worrying over the younger teen, big sister complex much? She gave Kay’s arm a little reinforcing pat, “You can talk to me if you need to.”

Kay had a bit of a smile on her face at that remark as she nudged Jazz playfully, “You tell me that every day.”

“That’s because your fragile little teenage mind needs to be reminded.”

“I’m only like two years younger than you-“ Ah shit, that was the bell, “Anndd there goes study hall.”

“Nasty burger at 4?”

“Nasty Burger at 4.” Kay added sarcastically, “If I’m not asleep, see ya then. The two left, going to their respective classes, Kay let out a sigh, leaning against her locker for a moment.

“Fuck this seasonal prison, for real, man.” Kay grumbled to herself, she hated school, it just was so much repetition.. so fucking much. But.. it’s like the only non ghost interactions she had, aside from her legal guardian- basically this woman that checked up on her every now and again.

She didn’t want to go to class, it would be annoying to have to deal with the bullshit of math class, but at least she didn’t have that annoying of classmates… unlike in some classes, like when she was stuck in Mr.Lancer’s class, it seemed like half the people she could recognize by name were there, including some bitchy jocks, and girls that never stopped gossiping with some petty shit.

Geez, she hated that class, at least she got left alone most of the time. It was probably after she threatened to gouge someone’s eye out that they decided to shut the fuck up.

All she could do was wait until class was over, than she could hang out with Jazz, or just Kay down at home, even some annoying comments from her roommates were better than dealing with some of the annoying ass kids here.

Most of the time was just her doodling in a lined notebook, and the static in their mind slowly growing, eventually the noise of the teacher talking was just a dull noise, unfortunately, little moments like this were common, just disassociating in class… fun. Really damn fun. It helped the day go by quicker at least.

Her eyes snapped open again as she registered the bell ringing, looking down at the notebook, notes scribbled throughout it, just rubbing her eyes as if she was simply tired and it would go away. It would.. after a bit.

Next was gym. Fuck. Gym. She hated that class.. it wasn’t too bad, just walking around the gym over and over again basically. Fucking sucked to have some jocks in the class— at least, having someone like Dash in the class, what was mostly annoying was that he wouldn’t stop fucking around with others.

That was basically his personality at this point-

“Dash messing with twinky again?” Someone asked aloud, some people talking amongst themselves.

Kay huffed and stated, “He wishes he was a twink,” she added, “at least some people would like him. He’s really bringing the ‘dumb blonde’ stereotype up.”

“Pfh-“ Tucker snickered, only to see the Jock’s attention turn to him.

Sam had her arms crossed and stated plainly, “You should run.”

“Yeah I should run-“

Kay just went back into the girls locker room as the poor guy got chased around, yeah, she didn’t give enough of a shit about gym to be doing this, she grabbed something from her bag when she felt that odd feeling again, seeing what looked like a mist of sorts come out of their mouth, they looked around. That only happens when they’re at home, and when they saw ghosts, so they could only assume it detects ghosts, “Oh hell no..” they mumbled, yeah, it was going to be a pain in the ass if ANOTHER lunch lady type incident at school happened.

She looked around, it must be close, right? Not like all ghosts were bad, she should know with how many she lives with- but god damnit it was gonna be annoying if it was a malicious ghost.

There was a crash in the corner of the locker room, “HEY!” Kay shouted over there, she only saw a glimpse of something black and white in the corner of her eye, but when she looked.. there was just some toppled over supplies and bags. She groaned, “Nothing, I guess…” maybe the stuff that’s been happening recently was just getting to her head..?

“Yeomans! What’s going on in there?” She heard the shout of the teacher, grumbling under her breath.

“It’s nothing, just forgot to take my jewelry off like you said.” What was she going to say, ‘I saw a ghost’? Psh, these people don’t pay enough attention to the world around them, they’d think she’s crazy.

“Just another day..” she mumbled to herself, before reluctantly going back to the class.

[princessisfinethx]

Recom Miles Quaritch x FemReader

I am really getting annoyed with the spam bots that follow you...how do I stop them? Anyways, here's a lil something new. Hope ya'll enjoy!

No Warnings applied

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The only true thing to be said about yourself, was you were technically a God. Not literally. But in a cosmic, or comedic sense, yes. You were one of the main scientists who restored deceased soldiers' memories and brought them back to life as a recombinant(recom) as the soldiers called them. Stable bodies 100%, perfectly reanimated. You were damn good at it too

And like a God, your believers shot you out of the sky with greed in their eyes and fangs in their smiles.

You were promoted to main physician/doctor or Medical adviser for the Na'vi soldiers. Some bullshit terminology like that, they just needed some smart ass to babysit the blue cats in case they get colds. A fucking joke that was. You had already perfected their bodies to withstand more disease, more injury than humans or animals could. They were perfect. YOU made sure of that and everyone on your team knew that.

And here you are anyway.

You were scribbling away, glancing up once in a while to look at the clock. You have a new patient arriving soon and you only looked over the picture and title. Colonel. Copying down the last patient's file, just Incase she came back with any side effects. She reported headaches, weird visuals when she slept. That was normal with every patient and headaches were mostly due to stress build up. You were hoping to see her again today, she's always cracking awful jokes that made you chuckle.

As sick as it makes you feel, you actually took your job seriously. You hated being downgraded and you wished whoever higher ups made that decision for you, would get alien bird shit in their coffee. However, you didn't hate it. Not really. You had patients you looked forward to every day, sure there was maybe one or two that gave you hell, really it's the human guys but everyone else respected you. Truly. They haven't forgotten your birthday yet either. You have pictures with most of the recom soldiers and it really made you feel good.

A thought crossed your mind, something that made that good feeling drop. You glanced down at your cabinets, seeing the lock and sighing. You haven't sent anything out yet, you'd hope they could last a few more-

Knock knock knock.

You jumped and stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in your pants and shirt. "Come in." You watch the door open, and a tall blue figure ducking into the doorframe to fit inside. He looked at you, then around the office as he got inside. You smiled softly. "Good to see you moving around so early. Most get sick for another hour." You held your hand out. "I'm Dr. Linear."

He was still looking around. "What is this, like a principal's office?" He laughed softly. When he finally looked down at you, he bent down to shake your hand. "No disrespect to you Doctor. It's just nicer than most offices I've seen." he spots the pictures behind you. "Lotta personal touches." That american accent touched his voice.

You had a tight smile on. "Well when you work my position for a while, you grow close to your patients. In this environment it's easy to get the life drained out of you. I find a personal touch eases a lot of people in a state of comfort." You sit back down. "Not too comfortable though. Those chairs aren't cozy for Na'vi." You noticed his face as he sat, even his tail seemed irritated. He glanced at you again and smiled. "Colonel Miles Quaritch, correct?" You flipped his file open and read over a few lines. "We won't go over personal details yet, I just want to make sure you're feeling okay."

He never stopped staring at you. You weren't uncomfortable with it, but it made you wonder what he was thinking. Most soldiers need a few minutes to get accustomed to their new height and how things feel or look around them. You did hear he got to rest for an hour. He probably hasn't seen a human for this long yet. When he didn't say anything else, you continued. "A few yes or no questions. If you're unsure of one, just say unsure. Any nausea or dizziness?"

"No."

"Muscle spasms or twitches."

"Slightly, in the legs." He watched you write in your notes.

"Unusual bleeding?"

"No."

"Cough or vomiting?"

"No."

"Since it's only been about 3 hours, we'll have to wait a while before I can ask anything else." You close the book and stand, taking your flashlight with you. "Mind showing me where the spasm is?" He reaches down and lifts his pants leg. You kneel down and feel the muscle in his leg.

"Below the knee," he watches. "It stopped an hour ago." You nod and stand up again. You motion him closer, placing a hand on his cheek and checking his eyes, flashing a light for a minute and watching his pupils dilate. His ears perking up and down, and again, his tail flicked side to side. A smile touches your lips. "You'll get used to the tail, the ears though," You place the pen light down. "I think it's in touch with emotion and it's a downside that comes with the new body. That should be everything for now. Any questions or concerns you want to discuss with me before you start physical training?"

Miles was staring at you hard, his jaw flexing and you even saw his tail swing a few times. He had a lot to say, smart remarks he decided to keep to himself, until he can understand you better. His ears perk up and he smiles. "Sure." He stood up, crossing his arms. "Not to start any fires, but if you hate your job, just say so."

"Excuse me?" Your head tilted back, raising an eyebrow as you watched him.

He chuckles. "I can read you like a book, even without these new eyes or senses. You don't have to like me either 'cause I know you don't." He smirked. "Don't pretend to like people and think it would make your job easier. It doesn't." You didn't know it, but he was baiting you. How you reacted would let him know what you were really hiding. If you were calm and laughed off his words, then you actually did enjoy your job, and didn't mind the banter he brought.

"I think you've got it wrong here." You put your hands on your hips and he grinned at your reaction. His prediction was correct. "If you think I don't like you already, you're correct. My job isn't to like you, it's to make sure you're still alive." You take a step forward. "I don't pretend to like anyone here, I have my list of goods and bads in this place and I wouldn't mind telling a few off if given the chance." Your figure was tense now, and your face was the opposite of when he first walked in. This was going much better than he thought. "Lastly, nothing makes my job easier. Pretending or not, I'm stuck here. I've accepted that. Just because you're still high up in command doesn't mean you can waltz in and control my office." You were glaring now, and he just found it adorable from his height. "Now, come back in another 3 hours after your physical training and we can get this all out of the way. Then maybe if you're careful, we won't have to see each other ever again."

Usually at this part of the meeting, you would offer your patient a sucker. It was a funny idea someone gave you, so you started ordering suckers and some cheap candies. Either that or stickers. Grown ass soldiers still act like children and it made your day sometimes. But you highly doubted this man deserved anything out of the mystery bucket.

He was smiling now, but he gave a nod. He didn't say anything else as he turned and ducked out of your office. Once the door was closed, he chanced a peak through a slightly broken blind of your office window. You were slowly rubbing your face in the middle of the office, turning and walking towards the windows that pointed outside. "Never see each other again huh?" Quaritch had enough info on you now. He would have to peek at your work file later, but he could tell you were sour about something. That, and a pretty face like yours getting pissed because of him was entertaining. He didn't expect to get something out of you so quickly. He licked his lips before continuing down the hallway. "We'll see about that, Dr. Linear."

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You eyeball the choices between dry bagel or dry wheat bread. You've had both for so long you could stomach either one. You decided the bagel would suffice being it could be fixed with a cheese spread or just taste healthier with the seeds sprinkled on top. Your plate now had pasta with meat and a bagel, all you were missing was juice. You’d usually drink coffee but after having 4 cups already, you decided you shouldn’t risk a heart attack. Thoughts and worries kept forming in your head, you weren’t paying attention either and mindlessly sat at a table. You kept staring at the bagel, lost in another world further than this one; you didn’t notice the plate being set down in front of you and a tall body sitting down. You then thought back to the coffee you had on your desk and wished you had brought it instead.

You pick up the bagel and bite into it, but don’t pull away from the bread. You were still. Miles watched with some concern. Finally he cleared his throat. “Are you gonna eat that or-” He couldn’t finish because of your coughing fit. You set the bread down and stare at him. After calming down, he smiled. “Ah there you are. Looked like a completely different person for a second there.” You didn’t say anything, instead you quietly sipped your juice. “I acted like an ass earlier. I’m sorry.”

That didn’t sound sincere. You looked up at him and sighed, placing your juice box. “That’s the only apology I’m gonna get?”

“Did you expect more?” His ear twitched.

“You did scare the living shit out of me just a second ago.”

“You did that yourself, doctor. Your head was in LaLa Land.” He waved his hand around. You sigh, tearing a piece of bread off and eating it, chewing quickly. He looked down at his own plate and gave an experimental taste of the pasta and meat. Still tastes like the same shit he ate before, but somehow worse. Saltier, slimey, the meat was tolerable but chewy.

“So, do you still want to interrogate me about my shitty work life? Or have you come to criticize my eating choices too?” You poke and stab some pasta with the fork. There was a chuckle and you had to glance up at him. He was watching you, those strange golden eyes filled with a curiosity you began to suspect had no end.

“I’m actually wonderin’ why I didn’t get to pick out of this uh, mystery box I heard so much about.” He smirked. “The other were talkin’ about it like it was gold.”

You had to look down to hide the smile. So they must have either ratted you out, or teased him for not getting a candy. It’s just a piece of candy. You look back up. “You ended our meeting in a rude manner, I didn’t see a reason for you to pick out the box.”

His ears flattened but his face was still relaxed. They betrayed his need to hide the annoyance. “So, what you’re saying is I have to be good at our meetings in order to pick out of this box?” Now he was leaning forward, as if you were asking him to do the impossible.

“Colonel, are your soldiers teasing you because you didn’t get a candy?” You tried to ask without smiling. You heard a snort and turned your head. Down the table, four Recoms sat, their bodies rigid and still. One of them was shaking and you realized he was laughing. When you looked at Quaritch his ears were laid back and his tail was flicking back and forth. He was looking at the group while his jaw clenched.

“No, nobody is getting teased.” He stuffed his mouth full of pasta. You nodded slowly, eating some more of your bagel. You heard someone clear their throat and continue talking as if they were having this conversation seconds ago.

“You still have to come by the office to finish up your questioning. I’ll be at the physical training area to check off some things.” You stood up and even with Quaritch sitting, he was still taller than you by two heads. “I’ll see you then.” You turned to the other group and made a face. “None of you are getting candy on your next visit.” And as you turned around to leave, the table erupted into groans and even a gasp.

As you walked away, Miles’ ears perked up, a smile on his face as the soldiers whined about the punishment. It was literally childish to be so upset over a piece of sugar. Yet here he was, however, hoping to get a piece by the end of the day.

[jacenotjason]

Sooooooo tw for ending of a life :(

If someone were to kill themselves in the bully au because of Howdy,Barnaby,or whoever.would anyone care?I know you said that they lack sympathy,but I wanna know if they would feel even a little bit bad that their the reason why someone ended their life.Srry if your uncomfortable with the question,you don't have to reply if it makes you feel a certain way!

Don’t even apologize, I was hoping someone would ask this!!

I am going to put a TW for suicide and a very disrespectful look at it.

Okay, they do regularly tell people to commit. That’s like a huge, they write it on desks, scratch it into the insides of locker, tell people online and irl, etc. it’s not something they really care about. I imagine Frank is just casual about it. Someone asks him to delete a photo as hes cleaning his lens and hes just like “mm.. have you considered wipe killing yourself?” Then he shrugs, Eddie nods in agreement.

Anyways, they would be a little shaken up if someone actually took their life…for like a day. For probably about 18 hours after they hear the news they talk very quietly, asking each other if they feel sad. (“I feel like I should be sadder.” “Yeah, me too.”)

Then, one of them makes a joke about it, and their back to normal. Maybe they say “thats fucked up!” While laughing and hitting each other. They treat it so disrespectfully and shit, everyone else in the school is offended on the deceased students behalf.

Home is also fucked up. A student died, but he can’t do anything to those responsible. In fact, he’d probably defend them. Howdy and Barnaby are both legal adults and could be arrested, but Home would defend them so they can continue to stay by Wally’s side. It would destroy his reputation no doubt, defending the kids that caused a suicide, but he doesn’t have choice.

[andiv3r]

Just got an art compliment in a discord server from the person who inspired me to make my comic, I am about to DIE. DEAD. DECEASED. FUCKING DEAD. I AM SHAKING. Okay okay be normal about this-

[drippingheart]

How did it come to this point? Where the drying of tears and approaching the god-boy's room felt like extending an olive branch? The same friends who formerly held no qualms leaving the toilet stall open while pissing or making a sudden, three in the morning appearance into each other's rooms with either gossip in tongue or snacks in hand were tiptoeing on glass. At least . . that was how Getō Suguru's felt. In an instant so much changed. A blink and a child was dead. A blink and happiness was shattered. Suguru came out of the ordeal with nightmares of a bullet annihilating a girl's head and an X-shaped scar to forever mark his weakness, only to stumble into another dark hallway of death and disgust.

Suguru had comforted Nanami Kento who was, frankly, more fed up with jujutsu and existence than on the verge of tears; the onyx haired teens warm shoulder completely ignored. Next Ieri Shōko's indifferent bluntness, a trait which paved for a fast friendship, grated his already fragile psyche. He felt as raw on the outside as his esophagus. Suguru needed . . Suguru needed . . God, he needed some semblance of familiarity and comfort to act as a salve for all the wounds he carried. He wanted to cry and be told it was okay to do so. Moreover, he wanted his old friend back to grieve with as two close souls should have.

Foolishly he forgot that GODS did not sympathize with mortals. Gojō Satoru's @limitlessscion looked tired, certainly, but only that. Had the ivory haired prodigy avoided sleep for nightmares of their deceased friend haunted him, or was he too preoccupied demolishing every curse with a flick of his finger? Suguru wanted to scream. He wanted to pull out his own hair and that luminescent white of Satoru's. WHY COULDN'T HE REACT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON? Suguru bit his lip so hardly it drew ruby-red blood instantly, and he dropped his head down swiftly in order to hide the signs of his anguish and fury.

── ❛ Of course I AM. He was my friend. I need to honour his memory. ❜

Like it was the most obvious thing. The most human thing. The onyx haired teen's guts were clenching and threatening to spill over. Unkempt hair was tucked behind his ear as a weak ponytail further loosened its hold until all midnight hair spilled like putrid tears; he didn't bother doing anything about it.

── ❛ I was planning on speaking with his mother, too . . and making plans for getting appropriate outfits for us all. ❜

Satoru likely had three sets of appropriate funeral attire. A sad notion on its own, but Suguru only saw the bitterness of his entitlement. He slammed his palm against his own thigh, and it was anything but subtle, yet he used the harsh movement to shut away his malicious thoughts. He sucked on his bottom lip until the taste of blood dulled.

── ❛ You should really come, Satoru . . . ❜

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