#I really feel myself slowly coming alive again for the first time since I lived in Philly

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help (pt 12)

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“Ya, I have questions,” Jason confirmed, trying not to shift awkwardly in his seat. “I read the slideshow but I don’t seem to fit in either liminals or ghosts, and I have some issues that I think would have been mentioned if they were common?”

“Alright, what are they?” Danny asked tilting his head a little. 

“Well, it’s been better since meeting you, and I know increased aggression was one of the thing mentioned but mine isn’t like Damian’s, or even yours I think. We’ve been calling it Pit Madness. I’ve gotten better at managing it but especially when I got back it was really bad. I… killed a ton of people and I still have a lot of bloodlust that no one is comfortable with.”

“That is unusual, especially directed towards humans. Aside from revenge against whoever killed them dead usually don’t care very much about the living,” Danny said curiously, considering Jason. 

“And I do read as- as dead?” Jason asked, he had been worried about that.

“Well you’re obviously not Dead dead,” Danny said rolling his eyes before he reached across the table. “Here, with touch I can figure out a bit more.” He said and Jason hesitated for a moment before resting his hand in Danny’s.

A cool feeling quickly washed up his arm and over his chest like intangible water. Danny tilted his head to the other side, his brows coming together slowly as he gazed into the middle distance and considered what he was feeling. He let out a hiss and some sort of chitter that couldn’t come from a human throat, then clicked his tongue and the cool feeling dissipated, sinking under Jason’s skin and cooling heat he hadn’t been aware of feeling. 

“Okay, ya that’s weird,” Danny admitted and Jason’s heart dropped. “Best I can equate it to is, like a bone that healed wrong,” Danny said thoughtfully. “You did die before?” He asked, Jason nodded mutely. “Okay, I won’t ask why or how. But best I can tell your soul was shoved back into your body and not given time to get settled back in it’s proper position before whatever was done to bind it in place. So you’re alive but with some.. Spiritual nerve and brain damage. Would you be comfortable telling me how you were resurrected?”

“Well, I resurrected myself apparently. I don’t really remember it but apparently about six months after my death I dug myself out of my grave. Before I could get anywhere the League of Shadows found me and dunked me in the Lazarus pit which is this glowing green stuff that heals the dying and kills the healthy. I don’t remember any of it, it was almost a year before I recovered enough to be myself at all.”

“That actually makes a lot of sense,” Danny said, nodding thoughtfully. “My guess would be at first you came back as a revenant, which is basically when a ghost possesses their own corpse to get revenge, not truly a living being. But then this Lazarus pit resurrected your body and your soul got stuck in your living body again without being prepared or intending for that to happen. 

“That’s what I’m guessing happened but I can’t be sure, and I’m not a healer so I don’t really know what to do about it. I’m sure my ghost doctor Frostbite would be happy to take a look at you though! Looks like we’ll be making an appointment for you too,” He joked making Jason chuckle nervously. 

“Well that’s.. Totally fucked up,” Jason said and Danny nodded.

“Ya, dying is basically always fucked up, coming back Specifically for revenge and then getting stuck here long after that’s a motivating factor is messy. I mean, for a human that would be fine, but for people like us,” He gestured between the two of them. “Obsessions are everything so that’s hard. You’ve been cultivating more healthy obsessions I know but you’ll never be the same,” Danny said, and Jason nodded.

He knew as much, he could never go back. Not that he hadn’t always had these sorts of thoughts and inclinations. Once of the reasons Bruce had taken on him and Dick was their murderous inclinations needed to be curbed, for Dick it had work, for Jason… Well it was a combination of a lot of things, it wasn’t really Bruce’s fault it had failed. Other than the fact that he’d let the Joker live far longer than he should have, but that was bleeding-heart-Brucie for you. It was funny, to not really be mad at Bruce anymore, understanding there was nothing else he could have done, and still not be able to forgive him.

Danny must have noticed how Jason had gotten lost in his own head because he reached across the table and covered one of Jason’s clenched hands with his own, soft and cool. “You’re doing really well Jason. It’s a messed up situation but I don't think anyone could have handled it better then you are,” Danny said softly.

Jason didn’t believe it but it felt good to hear and it did settle him a little bit. “Thanks Danny, that means a lot,” he said, giving Danny’s hand a squeeze before pulling back. 

There was a natural break in conversation as the waitress brought their appetizers, and when she left again Jason didn’t know what to say. Thankfully Danny spoke. “Why don’t I tell you a bit about my doctor? Frostbite can be a lot, as much as it would probably be funny to spring him on you I should probably give you a heads up.”

“Ya, ya that sounds good,” Jason agreed, glad to let Danny do the talking for a bit. And when telling him about Frostbite turned into talking about the Yetis, to talking about the Infinite Realms, to Danny info-dumping about space. Well Jason really doesn’t mind, especially with the way it makes Danny light up. It was good to see him happy.

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The food was good but Jason didn’t taste much of it, and aside from going “Oh wow!” When he took his first bite of his food Danny didn’t seem to either. At a certain point Jason realized he was going to have to do some talking or Danny was going to keep talking and wouldn’t eat. So he took over, but he didn’t know much about space so he started talking about literature and poetry and Danny listened raptly and finally ate his food.

It was very nice to have someone listen to him like that, it was sort of funny, it looked like it was as fun for Danny to listen to him talk then it had been the other way. Jason thought about how supporting obsessions was important for ghosts to have their obsessions supported. Reading wasn’t Really his obsession, he didn’t think, but it sure was an interest and it felt really good to get to share with someone new. 

By the end of the dinner Jason has well and truly decided that this was a date. Danny was cute, good, and passionate, and a good listener, Oh and strong as Fuck which was always a turn on for Jason. Speaking of powerful…

“Can I ask you another sort of serious question?” Jason asked after they got their dessert. Danny looked up, mouth full and a little smear of chocolate on his top lip, Jason resisted the urge to reach across the table and wipe it off. Danny nodded. “When Damian gave me his little shovel talk he mentioned that you’re going to be a god some day?” He said, tilting his head. Maybe that was a third date sort of conversation but it seemed like it would be important to understanding Danny.

Danny choked a little and swallowed, sighing heavily. “That’s what I’ve been told,” Danny grumbled. “There’s a prophecy apparently, and with how my powers have been progressing even just in the first 2 years since I died, I can already go toe to toe with some Ancients and win so… Ya, I guess it’s probably inevitable, especially since I haven’t stagnated yet. I don’t want to be one really, I didn’t ask for this, but whatever. I probably can’t stop it.” He slumped back in the booth, looking tired. 

Shit Jason shouldn’t have brought that up. “Hey you’ve got time right? That won’t be for a while. Also, what’s an Ancient?” 

“Very old, very powerful spirits. They’re essentially their own pantheon, Ancient is basically just what ghosts call gods.” He said with a shrug.

“Makes sense, I mean gods usually are ancient. Even more reason you don’t have to worry about that right now. I mean you’re far from ancient,” Jason pointed out, earning himself a little smile from Danny. 

“Ya, you’re right,” He agreed and went back to eating his dessert, the conversation moved on to the music they liked.

When the bill came Jason put his card down without letting Danny see what the bill came to and passed it back to the waitress. They lingered in the booth for a while still chatting, unwilling to part ways yet. If Jason didn’t know his family would want Danny home before they went out on patrol he might have suggested they just go to a park and walk for a while. Talk, maybe each take one of his wireless earbuds and take turns picking songs. But he had a feeling Damian really would try to kill Jason if he didn’t get to see Danny home safe. 

Eventually they left, wandering back to Jason’s motorbike and Danny snuggled up to Jason’s back again as they drove back to the manor. The silence was companionable until Jason pulled up, propping the bike up to let Danny get off. He took off his helmet and handed it back to Jason, not letting go immediately when Jason took it so their hands were touching. 

“This was nice, I had fun,” Danny said, blushing a little and looking down.

“It was, we should do it again soon,” Jason agreed, “I’ll text you okay?” 

“You’d better,” Danny teased before walking back towards the manor. 

Damian opened the door for him, shooting Jason a glare before slamming it making him laugh. He was still a child no matter how much he pretended he wasn’t. Jason kicked off on his bike and zoomed off, heading home to get ready for patrol.

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[noblehouseofgay]

Polyjuice

Black Brothers microfic

Mentioned jegulus and wolfstar

Hurt/comfort

Based on this post by @yesiamprocrastinating but dw I gave it a happy ending

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Regulus had died two years ago. Or at least that's what people thought. In reality, Regulus had faked his death and has been living off polyjuice ever since. He works at a bar, one hidden away from the usual crowds and chaos. It's quiet, he honestly enjoys it.

Except tonight. Because tonight. His brother is a customer. He hadn't even seen him first come in, only felt a strange chill down his back. When he turned around to see the familiar figure, he dropped a glass.

"You alright there, mate?" Gods, he hadn't heard his brother's voice in so long. He'd missed it.

Truthfully Regulus had planned to find his brother again after he faked his death. Tell him the truth, make amends. But Sirius had moved on. He had a good life. Regulus couldn't bring himself to ruin it, not again.

"Yes. The glass just slipped." He bent down, cleaning the shards up, trying to keep his hands from shaking. When he stood back up, he looked everywhere but at Sirius. "What can I get you?"

"Something strong, your choice." Regulus nodded.

And then he had a terrible idea. One of his worst yet. This might be his only chance to talk to his brother again. Even if it was with the face of a stranger, he couldn't miss the opportunity.

"Rough night then?" He started mixing a drink, one he knew Sirius used to like.

"Family stuff, always such a fucking mess, y'know?"

"I do. Believe me....I do." Turns out, Regulus was in the mood to make terrible choices tonight. "You have any siblings?"

Sirius nodded. It felt like a light was flickering back on in Regulus' chest. "I did...I- I do. A brother."

"What's his name?"

"James."

Regulus swore his heart stopped in that moment.

He felt like his entire body was going to collapse into itself. Maybe he should've actually died. That would've been better than this.

He bit his lip, hands shaking. He shoved the drink towards Sirius, letting liquid slosh over the side. "Don't lie. It's unbecoming." His voice was venom, using the words their mother had used against them both so many times.

Regulus ripped off his apron and stormed off to the back room, reaching for the door to the alley behind the bar. He gasped for air as the chill of outside hit him.

He threw the apron at a wall and fell to his knees.

It doesn't matter if he was alive or dead. Regulus meant nothing to his brother.

He choked out sobs, digging his nails into his arms. What was even the point anymore? Yes he had lived, but what for?

"You made a mistake, using her words." Sirius was in the alley now. Regulus didn't look. "It's really you...isn't it?"

"Does it matter? I'm not your brother." Regulus dragged himself to his feet, wiping away tears with his sleeve.

"Yes you are, Reg."

"Well I wasn't two minutes ago apparently. Just because you found out I'm alive doesn't change what you said. Dead or alive, James is still my replacement."

Sirius sighed. "Did you even stop to consider I didn't say you because it hurt too much?"

"THEN HURT! I'D RATHER THAT THAN FEELING LIKE YOU FORGOT ME!" His words broke as they came out, he stared at his brother, tears making him blurry. Regulus leaned against the wall, using it so he didn't fall again.

Sirius slowly walked closer. "Reg...why didn't you come find me? I mourned you. I thought I'd lost you for good."

Regulus stared at his brother. He sighed. "I was going to. I really was." Regulus worried at his lip. "But you seemed happy. And I had ruined that once before, I couldn't let myself do it again."

Regulus took a breath in, closing his eyes as he felt the polyjuice wear off. He looked up at his older brother with his own eyes once again.

Sirius' face softened, taking in the sight of his little brother once more.

In a blink, Regulus felt Sirius' arms around him. He froze, he had forgotten what this had felt like. But the feeling quickly felt familiar as he pushed his face into his brother's shoulder. The smell and warmth of his brother felt like home, something he hadn't known since Sirius ran away.

"Come to my flat," Sirius spoke quietly, gently even, like he did when they were kids hiding under the sheets at night, "we'll talk...we'll catch up....because I am not losing you again, Reggie. Never again."

Regulus nodded, body still sagging into his brother's embrace. Sirius kissed his head and helped him stand.

They walked out of the alley in a comfortable silence. "Remus lives with me, but if I remember right, you liked him. I think he'll be happy to know you're alive."

Regulus was always fond of Remus, they were similar in a lot of ways. It would be nice to see him again.

"I'll have to see James again too won't I...." Sirius laughed a little. "Yeah, probably." Sirus had a sly smile. "But you might be happy to know he's single."

Regulus' eyes went wide and his face flushed. He shoved away from his brother. "I do not care if that oaf is single or not."

Sirus laughed. "Yeah, sure, Reggie. I know you hated him at one point, but I also know what your 'hate' can be a disguise for."

Regulus rolled his eyes and scowled. "I hate him. End of story."

Sirius ruffled his hair. "Keep telling yourself that, Reggie."

[maeedrg]

Satoru, Oh Satoru

Y/n’s goodbye letter

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Synopsis : In which you write and send a letter to your ex fiance, Gojo Satoru, before his deathly battle with Sukuna. Broken promise, he wishes to see you again, the love of his life, one last time before it’s too late. [The letter is the Mary’s goodbye letter to Arthur Morgan from RDR2]

Words count : 2k

Warnings : heavy angst, slight comfort, major character death, spoilers of the end of the manga, reader is called « wife » once.

જ⁀➴ ⠀ׂ Autor’s note : I love Red Dead Redemption 2, and the letter of Mary is haunting me. It’s been weeks since I wanted to write about it, so here we go, with Gojo instead of Arthur Morgan ! English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes.

“My dear Satoru,

You never showed up, and now, after looking at the newspapers I understand why. I don't imagine you will receive this letter but I nonetheless must send it.

Satoru, oh, Satoru. I was just starting to dream the silliest and softest of dreams. I miss you, and I will always miss you but I cannot live like that, and it seems you cannot live any other way.

When I am with you, the world makes sense but when we are apart, I see clearly that your world is not a world from which one can escape. I am so sorry, for everything, for everything long ago and for leaving you. There's a vulnerable man within you, Satoru, but he is wrestling with a giant. And the giant, wins, time and again. You've broken my heart, again, and I fear I have broken yours.

For that, I will never forgive myself but you must let me go now. I enclose a ring you gave me many years ago, when we were both young, not because I don't like it, but because I care for it far too much and it reminds me too much of you. I hope, one day you will find some people in love who can use this, for it kept me thinking of you all these years, and I hope by returning it to you I can finally be free. So please, win, and come out alive.

Goodbye.

y/n”

Are those water drops ?

Satoru blinks once, twice, before realizing that tears roll down his rosy cheeks and wet down the paper. He slowly opens his mouth in a shuddering breath, knuckles tightening against the letter he was holding in his hands. He is crying, Gojo Satoru is crying. Heavens know that this man almost never cried since the day he was born. But the way his heart was hurting so much, each breath being a stabbing inhale, as if a dag was slicing open his lungs and cutting into pieces his poor sweet damaged heart, confirm it. Yes, he cries. He cries this forgotten moment, he cries you, he cries your love, lost in the nostalgia he feels.

The Strongest, no, Satoru, never thought he would lose the love of his life twice. The first time was when you left him years ago, three more exactly, and God it was his own damn fault. He knows it more than anyone else, more than you.

The second was today, when he opened this letter you sent him and read it 5, 6, 12, 23 times. Hell, at first he thought he was hallucinating when he received it this morning. Why ? Why today ? The day he was supposed to have no single regrets, because he knew it would be the last time he would be on earth. He prayed that you forgot about him, hated him, cursed him in your soul forever, so he could die without your and any regrets.

23rd of December. Tomorrow, it will be the 24th. Please, please, please. He doesn’t want to die now. Will he really win ? That was just a sentence said to reassure himself, to convince his students and his own heart that everything will be alright. But the “what if” came along, and he ended up writing letters to his students in case he would indeed lose tomorrow. Including you. His long lost love. His ex fiance.

But for fuck’s sake, he didn’t expect you to send him one before he could even finish writing yours.

That hurts, so damn much. Was he even breathing anymore ? He didn’t know. But he had to breathe, everyone wanted him to breathe and to stand up. They needed him. Everyone needed him. But all he wanted, in the end, was for you to need him. Even if he told you the contrary years ago. That was all a lie, to you and himself. Satoru made you leave him, but that was for your sake.

Marrying The Strongest meant having a deadly bounty on your head, the end of your peaceful love, and maybe the end of your own life. He never really regretted what he did, he preferred for you to be safe and sound, away from him. Even if he missed your pretty eyes, your oh so sweet lips, the warmth of your soul and the comfort of your arms.

But now, some hours before his last day on earth, he regretted it more than anything. In the end, he would have wanted to spend his last years in your company if it meant having this kind of death. God, he could have called you his wife. He wasn’t dumb, Satoru was far too smart for his own good. Tomorrow will be his last. There was no need to be delusional about it, but it hurts. It hurts so much. More than he wanted it to be. The Strongest never gets hurt, after all. Because he doesn’t allow it to happen.

He kisses the ring, the engagement ring, he gave you years ago before you returned it to him in this letter. He slowly closes his watery eyes, biting the inside of his mouth, lost in thoughts. He wanted to feel your lips against his one last time. He wanted to be in your arms one last time. He wanted to hear your name coming out of your mouth one last time. He just wanted to see you, before his battle against Sukuna. Was he egoistical to want that, after everything that happened in between the two of you, after the letter you sent ?

“I just… don’t care anymore,” he muttered, standing back up and softly sliding your letter against his still beating heart.

Seeing you was his last wish. May it be granted.

Some minutes after, barely 20, he was in front of your door. It was an unholy hour to grant you a visit, the clock ticking 11.58 PM. In two minutes it would be his official last hours on earth, Christmas Day. If Santa Claus was real, then you were the biggest gift he could ask for.

The moment you open your door, sleepy eyes, greasy pajamas, and then face distorting in utter disbelief when staring at your ex fiance standing right in front of you, time stops. Satoru couldn’t believe his own eyes. His Six eyes were useless, his soul was already screaming to him that the person in front of him was the love of his life.

“Satoru… ?” you whisper, unable to know if you were dreaming, or not. He died a little when he finally heard his name slipping out of your lips after so many years.

You can’t even utter another word, that his large frame is on you. His strong arms wrap around your body, cradling you in the depth of his chest and undying love for you. He inhales, you smell the same as he remembers. Oh, sweet Lord, how he missed this. He felt his heart beating again, his lungs working finally normally, he was breathing. Yes, he was breathing. Thanks to you. He never felt more alive in this moment. What a duality. A cruel duality.

“I did read your letter. Let me say my goodbyes to you too, y/n. One last time, I beg you,” he murmurs in the crook of your neck. Gojo Satoru never begs. Yet, here he was, ready to go on his knees like he did when he proposed to you, to implore one last blessing moment in your presence.

Your feelings were conflicted, you were in the arms of the man that broke your heart, and from whom you just made your goodbyes. Maybe that was mean of you, to send this letter the day before his battle against Sukuna. When you saw it on the news, you understood that it would be maybe your last time being able to reach to him. You told him what you needed to say. For you, that was final. But one thing that you didn’t take accountability for, was his soul wrenching love for you. And, in this small moment of peace before war, you decided to indulge in his vulnerability, no, yours. Wait, both of you were more vulnerable than you could ever be again.

“Satoru.”

“I missed you,” he whispers as he slowly lift his head, blue glossy eyes meeting yours intimately. Tears, rolling down. You couldn't fathom it.

“I’m so, so, oh so sorry. Do you forgive me for breaking your heart ?” His voice is like a whimper, and you feel a part of your soul breaking at his pleading. Your lips quiver.

“Yes, Satoru. And do you forgive me too for breaking yours ?”

“I never resented you,” he closes his eyes saying that, leaning his forehead against yours. That was unspoken, but you understood the depth of his words. After all, you knew him better than anyone else. He made you leave him, on purpose, and you were aware why he did that. You indeed left, he watched you doing it, unable to stop this tragedy from happening, because you both knew that marrying each other would have been probably the biggest dream and nightmare of your life. You both broke each other's hearts that day.

“I never did too,” you answer, closing your eyes.

“I love you, you know that, right ? Always did."

“I love you, Satoru. I know that you do. And…” you both open back your eyes at the same time, “I realize that loving you was my greatest curse, but your eyes grant me mercy. In them I see the salvation of my soul, but I know that your heart has already cursed me,” you finish in a breath coming from the depth of your being.

Two tears roll down at your answer. One from your eye, one from his. He sniffs, unable to suppress his emotions, and then slowly take out of his pocket two objects. First, a letter, bigger than the one you wrote him. It was unfinished, he didn’t have the time to. He softly puts it in the crook of your hand.

“Read it if I’m gone, if I’m not, then give it back to me in person," he asks you, his pearly white lashes getting wet from the tears in his eyes. You both knew deep in your hearts that you would never be able to give it back to him. Yet, you force a smile on your face.

“I promise.”

The second object, was your engagement ring. Satoru knew it was oh so egoistical of him to give it back, when you send it attached to the letter this morning. He refused to keep it. He still had his on his finger, he wanted you to keep it too.

You said in your letter that you refused to keep it anymore because you cared for it far too much and it reminded you too much of him. Satoru wanted you to remember him. He was sure that when he will die, people would forget about him, and move on. He came to accept that fact. People only cared about the farthest and the greatest grand Gojo Satoru, The Strongest. Once death would take this title from him, he would have nothing left, aside from you.

“Only you can carry my love. Never forget that. You said that you hope by returning it to me you can finally be free. For my christmas gift, let me take your freedom,” he pleads, no, begs. His hand was shaking as he gently slid back the ring on your finger, it was his ultimate wish.

A sob escapes your lips. You cursed him for doing that to you. But how could you be mad, when granting the death wish of your long lost fiance ? You look back at the shiny ring, and remember how you blessed Heavens the day he proposed to you. It hurts to know that you never had the chance to call him your husband. Your love was doomed from the beginning. The world was cruel, so cruel.

“I’ll feel alive as long as I’m in your heart, may you never forget me,” he finishes, tangling his fingers in yours.

His left hand cradles your cheek, and you slowly lean towards him. His lips melt against yours, in this final goodbye, last kiss, last shared moment, heart to heart beating in sync. Your souls intertwined, and Satoru wished he could just die right now in your arms, in the sweetness of your lips and warmth of your love.

“In another life, Satoru. In another life we’ll marry and love each other how we wanted to, just not in this one,” you whisper like a secret to the world against his lips. He smiles through the tears.

“I’ll gladly die with a smile, now.” At least he could die the same day as Geto Suguru, one year after him, joining him in death. At least he could die knowing you loved him no matter what. At least he could die knowing that in his next life he could be by your side, again.

You never forgot him. You kept the ring on your finger, until your last breath and till death do you part. It did.

THE END

[hearts4werka]

Missing

Summary: it’s been six months since your sister went missing, everyone gave up on the investigation but you’re determined to find her no matter what but someone comes along the way… Genre: Stalker, missing person, thriller, horror, crime investigation, dark aesthetic, stalker romance? (We won’t know yet) Warnings: mention of dark topics that may trigger some readers (idk which exactly, write them in the comments) ends on a cliffhanger. Read At Your Own Risk! authors note: this is my first fic and ive always been a fan of horror and stories that have me on the edge of my seat so writing this was a pleasure. English is not my first language so minor grammar mistakes might occur. Hope you enjoy!

This is part 1 of the ‘Missing’ series!

Its been six months since my sister disappeared, vanished out of thin air without a trace left behind.

I tried to get the police to continue investigation after three months but they always say the same thing ‘she’s probably dead’ or ‘there’s no possibility she’s still out there alive’ so I decided to try and collect more information by myself since I believe I can find her and finally reunite which her after so long from being apart from each other.

A month ago on the anniversary of my sisters disappearance, I found out I have a stalker and it started to make my anxiety worsen which only adds onto the struggles in my life I have to deal with and a mixture of thoughts racing through my mind at once, I could feel myself loosing control and desperately trying to grasp reality at times, to deciphering what is real and what lives in my head becoming harder and harder every day. Feeling myself slowly loose my mind in this dark world I’ve been placed in.

My best friend Nora was helping with the investigation while the police was operating but when they called quits on the case, she went with them and left me to be alone on the case.

My brain refuses to believe she’s dead, she’s out there and I’ll find her no matter what. No matter the price I’ll have to pay

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Im sitting in my living room after a long day of work, reading the front page of the mornings newspaper titled “Young adult vanished without a trace in the town of Boston” they ended her investigation three months ago and still write about her in the newspaper since they’re clearly out of interesting stories.

It’s full of conspiracy theories of what could have happened to her, there’s even one that says there’s a possibility she’s been abducted by aliens? I shake my head in disbelieve reading through that article. I call complete bullshit. People still believe in aliens these days?

Ive been through numerous newspapers and articles I could find on the internet but it was always the same thing, she’s probably kidnapped or have been killed by her potential kidnapper. I’ve gathered so many newspapers in the span of the few months that a pile is starting to form on my coffee table.

I push my sliding glasses up the bridge of my nose when a sudden feeling of being observed washes over me. My gaze rips away from the newspaper to try and find something or someone but I find nothing in the darkness while the only source of light is a single lamp next to the couch along with the moonlight pooling through the windows.

Theres no one in the room besides me and the shadows taunting me for still having hope that she’s out there, what if she really isn’t alive anymore? I’m ripped out of the spiral of my thoughts with a single buzz of my phone. Checking what it could be I see it’s a message from an unknown number, by the content of the message there’s only one person that it could be. My stalker.

Unknown : Still searching for that little sister of yours?

Looking around the dark room I once again find nothing, I gaze back down at the message and type out a response, the noise of my nails hitting the phone screen echo and spread around the space surrounding me.

Me : Leave me alone.

After the message got sent, I drop my phone next to me on the couch and return my focus to the newspaper. Flipping through the pages to find anything useful, I’m desperate at this point for any kind of information that might help.

Slowly loosing hope that I’ll find anything in the newspaper, one article in particular catches my eye…

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I sang all the songs on my new album live. It was just released, and it was really special that so many people sang it together. These were moments where I felt deeply in my heart how much they loved me and my music.

Q: You’ve been to Europe, Asia, America, almost all over the world. Did you perform differently each time or did you try to convey the same experience?

Usually, I make one chapter of setlist for a tour. I think I naturally take the ending and encore songs according to the atmosphere of each city or country. After a year-long tour, we prepare a new set list from the next year. That's why I think I put a lot of time and thought into making a set list for the tour.

Q: Can you describe the atmosphere and vibe of your tour that will make people want to attend again and again?

It's hard to fill up the entire 2 hours by myself. I think it's a special moment that the fans fill the empty space on the stage together. I'm not a good speaker, so I'm going to sing at least one more song live rather than a comment. I feel like I'm performing together with the fans. I think that creates an atmosphere where my performances become special.

Q: Performing every other day must have been challenging for you. How do you keep your energy and voice healthy throughout the tour?

It's not easy. This time, there were performances that I was not in good condition, and there were moments when I blamed myself. I refrain from going out as much as possible and stay inside the hotel only before the performance. I only take a light walk when I go outside. It's important to save energy and prevent other illnesses. Sometimes, my manager comes to check if I'm alive, and I think it's the only time I've met someone. Unfortunately, that's how I keep myself in good shape and protect myself throughout the tour. (laughs)

Q: What should we look forward to from your next plan?

I'm preparing for a new project in summer, and I've been planning it slowly since the U.S. The moment I came back to Korea after the tour, I haven't had a day off yet.

Q: In the future, when people look back at Bang Yongguk and the music you’ve made, is there a certain way you would like it to be seen or remembered?

I like to hear that Bang Yongguk's music is like Bang Yongguk. If people remember me as an artist who has his own style, regardless of the chart rankings and album sales, I think my career has succeeded just by hearing that. That's why I make music.

Q: To all your fans and listeners who wants to know and learn more about Bang Yongguk, what is the best way for them to do so?

I hope you listen to my first full-length album, "BANGYONGGUK." I think you'll know more about me. And I don't think I'll be able to make an album like that in the future. (laughs)

Listen to Bang Yongguk's "BANGYONGGUK" here!

Q: Thank you so much for spending some time with MY K-POP WIRE! Any last words to your fans?

I would like to express my love and respect to the fans who always give us a lot of love. Please continue to show your interest and support for that way I will show as an artist,  Bang Yongguk. I will be back. Thank you.

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[threeletterslife]

Update

TL;DR: below the keep reading, vote on my update schedule

Hey everyone :) It's been a while—five months since I've last posted on this account and nearly a year since I've posted the 35th chapter of LOD

First and foremost, I want to apologize for being gone much longer than expected, and I will apologize again for being unable to offer more clarity about my absence, for now and in the future. Thank you to everyone who sent kind asks/messages checking up on me and to everyone who was invested enough in LOD to inquire about an update schedule. I felt a lot of guilt for not being active and for not delivering or meeting expectations, so just wanted to send out my sincerest apologies :')

I will attempt to answer the three most commonly asked questions I've gotten during my hiatus in this post:

Will you be continuing LOD?

Yes. As I've said time and time again, I will never abandon a story that I've invested so much of my time into. Call it sunk cost fallacy or delusion but I will finish LOD if it's the last thing I ever fucking do lol. Updates will be slow, however. But I promise you now that I will never actually leave. If I do suddenly disappear for years, that honestly means that I've died lol

When will you be posting a new chapter?

This depends on you guys. In all honesty, I have chapters 36 to 39 "ready" to publish. I am not in the position to write at this moment in time, so this would mean after I post chapter 39, there's no telling when the next update will be :( I have two options for you guys:

OPTION 1: I can post all of the chapters I have written in one go

Pro: You'll have access to all of the existing (and finished) LOD content, which is very well-deserved, so you can binge-read to your heart’s content

Con: You'll probably have to wait over half a year for chapters 40 and beyond

OPTION 2: I can post one chapter monthly/bi-monthly on a consistent schedule

Pro: I'll be able to buy some time (it'll take 4-7 months to post the remaining chapters) to write so that by the time I post chapter 39 (later this year or early next year), I'll most likely have chapters 40+ ready so you won't be as much in the dark about my future update schedule

Con: You'll only get one chapter every ~1.5 months. I also can't guarantee I'll have chapters 40 and beyond ready to go after I finally publish chapter 39 but I'd try my best

Are you alive? How are you doing? Are you okay?

I'm managing, though it's been a while since I've felt like I've been living. I've been in survival mode constantly for the past year, and it's quite draining. But the good news is that I'll be graduating next year with my degrees, so I expect I'll be freer then. I'm currently taking classes and working at my internship so I'm constantly inundated with projects and exams

I have been writing, though. That's one thing in my life that will never change. College has been hard on me, though it has also been such a privileged, fun, and rewarding experience. It helped me grow up or maybe even devolve in some ways. I've met some diabolical people around here, and have had not-so-great experiences that definitely forced me to become less trusting and stern. Sometimes I miss my old self, but I also know that I've grown into someone who can be more tolerant of the complete BS that is occasionally adulthood LMAO

Anyway, I'm extremely oversaturated with STEM everywhere I go, which given my majors, is a no-brainer. But I find great reprieve in art, especially art that I create to heal myself. So I've slowly come to realize that the content that I want to create—and the content that makes me happy to create—is not well-aligned with LOD. Over the past year, I've been working on small side projects, such as an original collection of short stories that I feel really at peace with. I've said it before and I'm saying it again, but LOD has always been my challenge piece. I don't dabble often in fantasy, and I wanted to give it a go; I'll finish what I've started. But I would also hate to reduce what LOD is to a simple word like "fantasy," though that was my excuse to avoid writing it for months. I actually think LOD's a lot more than that. In a way, it's a character study; it's not purely about the magic systems. In fact, I don't even think I put that much emphasis on the magic systems in the first place. It's more about the characters, and what the people have to go through during a war, which I've also realized becomes increasingly pertinent given the political climate right now

I'm getting into ramble-town territory, so I'll stop for now. I think with all that being said, I'm doing okay. I'm exhausted, but I'm also an incredibly privileged person, so I should be grateful for where I am in life right now and the people who have helped me rise to this level (you included!)

I'm excited to graduate, and I'm excited to write every single day once I start my full-time job. My life goal is to publish a book, though I don't think it'll be a novel—either a novella or a collection of short stories. Anyway, if you've come this far, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I will forever be grateful for this platform that I have and also be incredibly honored that people read what I put out here. I'll begin posting as soon as the poll is completed

Thank you for being patient with me, and I hope you stay happy and healthy <3

[laangdonn]

your kiss

summary: a quiet night in victors village leads to something unexpected... or was it so unexpected?

pairing: post!mockingjay peeta mellark x katniss everdeen

a/n: first post! so many stories have been sitting in my drafts for years and I finally decided to start posting for fun :)

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the air was quiet, the atmosphere illuminated by a single flickering candle light coming from the kitchen. i knew peeta was awake and in there; his side of the bed was cold and empty when i jolted awake after the third nightmare. 

but to what he was doing i had no clue, so i strategically made my steps quiet against the creaky wood floors so as not to scare him. i peered around the corner of the archway, seeing him sitting against one of the counters, a full cup of something brown looking beside him. 

is that-? 

“i know you’re there, katniss.” his voice broke the silence and it startled my thoughts to come tumbling through my mouth. 

“since when do you drink?” i choked out nervously at being caught.

he peered down to the full glass beside him, a small smirk playing on his lips before it disappeared completely. “don’t worry, i took a small sip and almost spit it out. don’t know why haymitch likes it so much.” 

i almost laughed, but didn’t find it in me to do so fully. when i didn’t say anything, he did. 

“why are you awake?” 

“i could ask you the same question.” i retorted, leaning against the archway. 

he sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall against the light brown cabinets. “couldn’t sleep, figured i’d try haymitch’s suggestions.” 

his eyes opened back up to stare at me, asking his question again without words. 

“nightmare… you weren’t there.” 

“sorry,” he said sleepily, shutting his eyes again. “i was meaning to come back up but i… i guess i just got lost in thought.” 

i contemplated going over and sitting beside him, but i thought against it, not wanting to disturb his peace with the confusion that i know would flood his mind. 

after he came back from the capitol, things were different. not to say things were bad; we just existed together. side by side. sometimes a bit closer than other times. but we took comfort in each other, relished in the others’ existence and continued to be surprised at the fact that we were both alive. 

once i realized the air was quiet again i decided i had found where peeta was and i should be on my way back to bed. 

nodding at his previous words, i slowly maneuvered my way off the archway and spun on my heel to leave, when his low voice stopped me. 

“katniss?” 

“yeah?” 

“do you think it’ll always be this way?” 

his question caught me off guard, majorly. i stood there, stumped. “what do you mean?” 

“i mean-“ he cleared his throat, as if stalling to say what he meant. “i mean this. what we’re doing together. we live in the same house… sleep in the same bed… but that’s it. is that all its ever gonna be?” 

i couldn’t really find the words to answer because i truthfully didn’t know the answer myself. for the past year this is how it has been, why fix something that isn’t broken? 

but then my mind flashes to all the times my eyes have wandered farther than they should’ve, toward the soft lips that curl when he smiles, to his piercing blue eyes that cut through my gaze, the feeling i get when he holds me after i’m done screaming his name, watching him die in a nightmare that has me crippled for hours. 

i wonder what it’d be like to give into my impulses, to feel what i know i feel deep down for him. the warmth that spreads through me even then, as i stand in his presence, just feet from him. 

“i…” 

“im sorry, i shouldn’t have asked.” he quickly dismisses, noticing how uncomfortable i was. “go back up to bed, i’ll be there in a bit.” 

but i couldn’t seem to move my feet, all i could do was stand there, watching him, trying to empathize with him. i’ve already caused him so much pain, i refused to give him any more reasons to hate me. 

the candlelight flickered, illuminating his sharp jaw, and the eyes that i know held so much pain and heartbreak; at my hands nonetheless. he stared at the wall in front of him, only turning to face me once he realized i was still there. 

please don’t say my name. please don’t say my name. 

“katniss?” 

the innocent confusion in his voice was all i needed to compel me forward, quickly, and before i comprehended what was happening, i crashed on my knees beside him, pressing my lips right to his, hard. 

he was taken aback, sat frozen against me for a moment before slowly melting into the kiss i gave him. 

his hand reached to cup my face, and i instantly leaned into it, as if we were made to be molded into one. 

we both pulled away, breathless, our chests puffing for air as we stared dumbfounded at each other. 

“why did you do that?” he gasped out, his voice barely above a whisper. 

i shook my head lightly, our eyes in such an intense lock i almost crumbled under the pressure of the blue that seemed to stare right through me. “i don’t know.” 

he just nodded, still looking at me, before dipping his head down gently to grab my lips into his. this time, it was more passionate, a gentle glide against each other instead of rigid with impulse. 

i was brought back to the moment on the beach, during the quarter quell, when we both thought all

hope was lost. the kiss was a desperate attempt to show our love as it would be the last true thing we’d ever get to do. one of us wasn’t making it alive, at least we thought so. 

and in a way we were right, i had lost peeta after we were separated and the sky fell and crumbled into fire and ash at my arrow. but he became mine again; in a way, in our own way. 

after pulling back again, just slightly so his lips were grazing mine as he spoke, “your kiss… real or not real?” 

i found it hard to capture his lips into my own at the sincerity of his words, and how close we were, but i managed, 

“real, peeta.”

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[blackjackkent]

"It is absolutely preposterous that any of us are alive!" Hope cries out as Raphael's body collapses against the marble floor. A pause, and then her eyes widen. "Maybe we're not. PINCH YOURSELF AND CHECK WE'RE NOT DREAMING THE LAST OF OUR LIVES AS WE DIE SCREAMING!"

Hector looks at her blearily; leaning against the wall, he slides slowly down into a sitting position, feeling the slow creep of pain through him as the adrenaline fades and the burns all over his body start to make themselves known. "We're fine, Hope..." he mutters hoarsely. "We did it."

"Then we're not just fine - we're spectacular!" she says brightly. "What a wonderful, jubilant, glorious day!" Her head snaps sideways, looking to one corpse amidst the pile of bodies in the chamber. "OH BUT MY POOR SISTER KORRILLA!" she bellows, a sudden wail of grief. "It is not right that she died, and it makes me want to weep an ocean..."

Hector lets out a heavy breath, following her gaze. Korrilla is stretched on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling; her head sits at an odd angle where Yurgir broke her neck. "I don't think there was any way to save her," he says quietly.

Her eyes narrow thoughtfully. "When we were children, she always kept the last piece of pastry for me. And bloodied the nose of the bullies who pulled my hair... She was my sister..." A pause. She squares her shoulders and looks up at Hector with a sudden earnestness. "But as a wise woman once said, there's no point in crying over spilt blood. We must go on. And despite all the years I've lost, I have enough love in my heart to guide you home."

Narrator: For the first time since you heard her voice, Hope seems calm. And the peace flows from her into you, soothing your very soul.

Hector half-closes his eyes, focusing on the welcome moment of serenity. It does nothing to dull the pain of his injuries... but it means, at the very least, that this is over. And he can't help admiring the tormented dwarf's bravery in this moment - to still look forward after everything that has happened to her.

"What will you do?" he asks.

She smiles just a little. "I'll hope," she says simply. "What else? I hope I'll see Korrilla again one day, and that she'll say sorry, and I'll tell her she's forgiven. I hope I'll find all the pieces of my mind that fell out of my head over all those years, and that I'll be able to put myself back together again. I hope the echoes of pain will fade, and memories of sorrow will die, and that you'll visit me here some day."

She steps forward, rests a hand against his cheek. Her palm feels feverishly warm, and yet the touch is gentle and soothing. "And I hope you have a happy ending of your own."

He looks up into her eyes, and though he smiles back, it is a sad expression. Little chance of that, I think, little one, he thinks to himself. But the words are a blessing, kindly meant, and he folds them into his soul where they will live alongside all the other little bits of hope he carries with them, in the hope that they will bolster him when the dark times come...

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Minsc is looking around wildly, in search of another enemy to strike; the wild frenzy of the rage is in his eyes and he narrowly avoids slamming his trident into Karlach as he turns.

"Easy, buddy," she mutters, putting out a hand on his arm. She can feel that every sinew of his body is stretched tight, his heart pounding.

It takes a few moments for him to calm, for the mad rage to clear out of his eyes, for him to realize that Raphael is dead. "He has killed her!" he snarls at Karlach, who flinches back under the ferocity of his expression. "He has killed Jaheira! Another witch dead before Minsc's eyes!"

Were the moment less tense, Karlach might point out that Jaheira had insisted she was not Minsc's witch, but it's not the point, not really. Witch or not, Minsc has watched his best friend crumble in the fire, just as Karlach once watched Hector die in a similar sea of flame. And there is some greater weight in Minsc's words too - a history of other deaths that could not be prevented.

"I know-- I know," Karlach says hastily. "But it's all right. We can revive her. I've got a scroll in my pack--" She pulls one of the curled sheets of paper out, offers it towards him.

He snatches it from her wordlessly, crouches at Jaheira's side, beginning to mumble the words of the spell as Boo scurries back and forth in agitation on his shoulders. Karlach stands next to him, shifting uncertainly, not sure whether to stay with him or go to Hector...

The pale gold light of the Revivify spell begins to swirl around Jaheira's body; she twitches, coughs painfully, her eyes flickering open.

"Ah," she says vaguely, looking up at Minsc. "Is it over, then?"

Minsc's eyebrows lift and he smiles widely in relief and joy. Heedless of her injuries, he lifts her in a full body hug; she gives a soft grunt of pain and pushes weakly at his shoulder.

"Careful, you great ox of a man," she mumbles. "I am only so many inches from death's door; take care you do not knock me back over the threshold..."

"Should I do so, Minsc would travel into death to find you," Minsc says gravely. He loosens his embrace but does not quite let go of her. "I failed you," he adds soberly. "I did not protect you, my--" A slight pause. "My friend."

"Did you not?" she asks with a slight smile. "I am here, and our enemy is not. What more could be asked?"

Minsc narrows his eyes thoughtfully. "I think this is wisdom which Minsc does not form so easily in his brain," he says slowly. "But if Jaheira says it is so, then he must believe it."

With the situation in something resembling calm, Karlach draws back away from them, moves to kneel at Hector's side. "All right, soldier?" she asks quietly.

He looks up at her with a weary smile, presses his palm to the chest of her armor as if reassuring himself of her presence. "I never grow tired of this," he says dryly. "The pain in every limb, the feeling of having been run over by rampaging rothe."

"Glorious, isn't it?" she answers in similar tone, and ruffles her fingers gently through his hair. It's sticky with blood, like the rest of him, and her fingers come away covered in it. "But hey... not so bad, the feeling of going to rest afterwards, right? We should get to that part."

"I couldn't agree with you more..."

[camojacketfag]

what grounds you when you feel like you want to escape? what makes you feel like you’re not just surviving for once, you’re living in the moment?

alright. Fully being honest here man, I haven’t stopped thinking about your question and it’s proper response since you sent it. Its hard because OCD is responsible for so much of my disassociation and not a single therapist I have been to, of which there has been 5, has actually taught me or guided me through coping mechanisms to fully snap out of it and ground myself once more. In fact this last therapist I went to lasted the longest and in the end I’m just now coming around to how invalidating and hurtful she was the entire time. Fully fueled by radical pseudoscience and inexperience. On the one hand, it’s my fault for not seeing a specialist, but truthfully, I just don’t have the income for a specialist and if someone comes to you and takes the time to openly show their vulnerability, I find it baffling that you wouldn’t be passionately driven to open a textbook and do all that you can to help that individual out. You and I both know mental health isn’t a one size fits all kind of situation. The way I ground myself might completely not work for you whatsoever. Still, I hope you can takeaway something from my experience…

I’ve been dealing with OCD for 11 years now and at first it was all consuming. At first I strongly believed I was being punished by God. Funny how we regress to the metaphysical when we don’t understand what we’re dealing with. After doing years of research and dealing with it time and time again I finally had the confidence to believe that my trauma growing up led to my obsessive compulsive disorder. Still, it wracks and wreathes and begs to be listened to and interacted with, a full decade later, just the same. I know it’s just begging to feel safe. I know it cannot handle the uncertainties of life ahead, sometimes, most times, it feels like being tied to a wooden stake and being burnt alive. I tried for years to fight it man. I come from a family that’s very forthright and aggressive. Never fucking go down without a fight.

So naturally, I balled my fists and took my stance to fully fight the feelings and thoughts consuming me day after day. It would go away for small moments and speedily arise sometime later with the same determination and vigor ready to fight once more. After all those years, it takes a toll on you man. Soon you start wondering what the point is. Should I really be spending my whole life ready to destroy everything and everyone that stands in my way just for the sake of survival? Life soon starts losing its meaning and subtle brilliance. As I grew more and more tired I started realizing that growing up doesn’t mean you’re inherently cursed to follow the predisposed survival mechanisms your parents gave to you. In fact, most of my progression has been thanks to doing the complete opposite my parents ever instructed. What does surrender really mean? What does it imply about who it is I am? How would others feel knowing that the secret towards finally falling back into my own body meant I stopped putting up a fight? I surrendered man. I gave up. I gave in. How ever could we possibly put up a fight against the roaring tide of the ocean? How could we beat something that will continue pushing and fighting to no avail? When panic hits, when the world closes in, when my breathing feels manual and suffocating, when I slowly start feeling my body split into two, to absolve myself from the grandiose fear eating me alive, I just fucking give in man. Give in to it. Don’t react. Don’t spiral. Don’t fight. Let yourself bathe in its crimson sheen and believe it’s drowning you from the inside out. Moments like that used to last a lifetime for me. My first ever panic attack I had lasted 3 days. 3 fucking days man. My most recent one? 5 minutes. At best. No one ever talks about how time consuming panic and disassociation can be. I wish therapists weren’t so driven by the root cause of everything. I wish they understood that in asking for help I don’t want to analyze the things I’ve analyzed by my own self for years. I wish they were driven by present solutions. Acceptance in understanding that fear and chaos will never consume. All these things and more I’ve had to learn on my own accord. Everything I’ve understood about my obsessive compulsive disorder and trauma and adhd and anxiety has mostly been individually. About a year ago I remember sobbing when I finally realized life doesn’t have to be an endless game of survival. I could go out? I could have fun? Be present? Feel euphoric? All these things I was denying by consistently putting up an unnecessary fight towards things I will never be able to control man. I’m still mourning how hurtful my previous therapist was. I’m still healing. I still sometimes fall privy to entertaining my ocd when it strikes but I always come out. I always know its time is limited. More than ever it’s becoming less and less detrimental as I leave it be and allow it to possess me entirely. I wish my mother understood the beauty of surrendering and accepting and forgiving. Picking your battles is more than a mere expression. Never lose your determination man and know that while it may feel like captivity some moments, soon you will return, hopefully with as much passion and desire to live even more so than before. We both deserve to. Life is much more than trying to stay alive. Hope you’re being kind to yourself man. Sorry for the long ass answer but your question means a lot and you deserve a meaningful answer.

[ourlittlevampire]

Imagine Early Sunsets Over Monroeville but it's Mikey getting turned into a zombie. There's no way Gerard would be able to bring himself to kill Mikey, even when he's in that state. He lets him live, trapping him in his basement room so he can't hurt him. For weeks he stays in their childhood home slowly running out of food. Gerard is also slowly losing his mind. He's used to being alone and not going outside, that's not the problem. The problem is that Mikey won't shut up. His little brother is constantly growling, moaning and banging around down there at all hours of the day. He can't sleep with that sound. He can't sleep because he's starving. He wishes Mikey would just shut up. He doesn't know why he's making that much noise. He wasn't like that a couple weeks ago, when he had first turned.

Starving, Gerard realised. Mikey is starving, just like him. He knew what those shambling things outside ate. Watched them attempt to do that with his beloved brother. It made him shudder just to think about. But what if Mikey didn't eat? He couldn't claim to know the first thing about. He didn't know if they could starve to death. What he did know was that the zombies he saw outside seemed to be less now. Maybe they had just moved on from New Jersey... or maybe they had eaten all the humans they could and starved to death.

Coming out of his thoughts, Gerard suddenly realised that the house was quiet. Quiet for the first time since his brother had first turned. He had an overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. Against his better judgment, he unbarricaded the door to the basement. It was so dark in there. All of his stuff was thrown around, his precious comic books torn to pieces. He would be furious, if he wasn't more focused on his little brother sprawled out on top of those shredded comics.

"Mikey?" He called out, concern rising in his voice. At the sound of his voice, the zombified man lifted his head. It looked like it took all of his strength to do so. He growled weakly, a hand barely twitching toward him.

This wasn't good. When he'd gotten Mikey into this room, he had had to beat him off with a broom. His little brother had been strong, almost stronger than him. Now he couldn't even get up. His little brother had always been skinny, but his body underneath the shreds of his t-shirt looked positively emaciated.

Mikey was starving to death. He knew that now. But what could he do? Feed himself to Mikey?

That thought played inside his mind for an uncomfortable amount of time. He was only pulled out of it when he heard screaming. Human screams. In the early days of the infection, it hadn't been uncommon to hear suffering. Now, though, it was something startling. He rushed upstairs and looked outside.

A woman, a relatively young one, was on the street outside of his house. She was covered in blood and holding a hand to her side. She was screaming for help as she limped down the lane. He didn't know what had happened to her, but she was probably bit. He already had one zombie to deal with, he didn't need another. Gerard moved from the window, content to be a bystander. Then, he rethought.

Gerard opened the front door. He cautiously peeked out. Surprisingly, no zombies around.

"Hey!" He called out. "Are you bit?" He asked.

The woman whorled around to look at him. Relief washed over her face. She started coming towards him.

"No!" She replied. "I cut myself climbing through a window." She moved her hand to show a giant gash in her tank top. He couldn't really see the wound, but all that blood did not look promising. "Do you have any medical supplies?" She asked.

"Yes.... They're down in the basement." He replied.

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The screams had been horrible. It was worth it, though, to ensure his little brother would stay alive. He could hear him banging around down in his former room once more. He just hoped Mikey wouldn't get hungry again any time soon.

[dearestxiao]

Hey I just wanted to ask and I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfy but what happened to saekogun? I missed your #junesdegeneracyau and then I found out everything disappeared which was weird bcs I recall seeing ur blog in like March 2022

hi there nonnie... omg wow it's been such a long time since I've actually posted on this blog. thank you so much for the concern and to anyone else who's asked about me.

to give a quick tldr as to what happened with saekogun exactly: I took a break from writing right around a point in my life where I was both very busy, and slowly becoming more and more happy. the break turned out to be much longer than I thought it would be, and I one day decided to get rid of saekogun. my mental health has improved immensely, and I just wanted to say hello again.

I will start this off by saying I am very much alive and well. at the start of my first semester last year I decided to take a break from writing so that I could focus on my classes and internship and... just about everything else life had in store for me. it was initially supposed to be a short two week break, which is why I had initially never posted about it. but as more and more time went on, big (good) things kept happening in my life, and I had felt as if my mental health had additionally improved being away from tumblr. I decided that, for the sake of my mental well-being, I would not return for quite some time until I was fully stable enough to do so.

tumblr was a really weird source of turmoil in my life back then, which is kind of funny to say now that I look back on it (it sounds sooooo unserious, I know I know). I never talked about this openingly on my blog, but I did struggle a lot with my mental health, especially as someone with bpd. during the time that I wrote for saekogun, I had consistent and heavy episodes and mood swings. I knew no one else with bpd nor did I have someone I could talk about it with, so I felt a bit alone.

I felt very alone in my struggles and used tumblr as a sort of crutch and aid and it helped. immensely. but it also hurt me in different ways. I treated tumblr as a big responsibility in my life and it felt like I had a full time job as a content creator. I'm also neurodivergent and my executive function issues were beating me up without remorse. this was at a point in my life where I really did not have time for running my blog, but writing and interacting with the lovely following I had generated felt great. it was just too much for me though unfortunately, so I decided to move on.

I decided that I would keep the blog up running so that people could still enjoy it in my absence. however, one night after thinking on it for months I decided to just get rid of it. it sounds odd, but now that I was healing, that blog was just too representative and tied to a bad era of my life for me to want it to keep existing. so I banished it into the void, never to be seen again.

a lot of stuff has happened between now and then. to keep things short and sweet, I'm a lot happier now. I won't say things are absolutely perfect, because not everything can be of course, but I feel as though I've healed and grown. some amazing things have happened and for the first time in years I experienced true joy for a very long period of time. I'll stop myself from rambling before I get too cheesy and corny. but just know that it fr does get better y'all. I'm so glad I've lived long enough to a point where I can confidently say that.

I have a lot of regrets when it comes to saekogun. I definitely was not the best blog runner. I was constantly behind on asks and projects and I made lots and lots of mistakes when it came to my posting schedules and how I handled asks. I had so many asks that I never got to and made so many promises I couldn't keep. for that I deeply and utterly apologize. I do wish that I had done better and am sorry to those who've I disappointed. I thank everyone who had took the time to send something in and put time and energy into my blog.

another regret I have is not saving the color blue before I had gotten rid of the blog. that story is unfortunately lost to time itself since I don't have any portion of it saved. which sucks because if there was anything I'd continue to write about here from my old blog, it'd be that, but I have no access to it now.

I'm also sorry for anyone I have worried in my absence. I really should have made a post sooner, but I honestly had no idea what to say. I didn't know how to come back, and the longer I took to say anything, the harder it got.

I am beyond grateful for everything you've all had done for me, and for sticking around and checking up on me, and for enjoying my content in the first place. I cannot put into words how much it means to me for people to have cared about my silly little degenerate posts. from the bottom of my heart, I seriously thank you all. I also thank my sweet anons, old mutuals, and any followers who are still here.

now, onto the big question: will I ever write for this blog again? the answer is... iffy. I often fantasize about being able to write again, but the truth is I'm not into genshin anymore whatsoever, which is an issue since my primary fandom was always genshin. at some point after sumeru's initial release, I was simply just not as into the game anymore, and was too busy to actually sit down and play. I have no idea what's going on lore or game wise, and anything thats happened fandom wise either.

unfortunately, I'm not interested in getting back into genshin, so I'm very sorry to disappoint anyone who was hoping for more content like what I used to create.

however, I love writing. and I'm still really into yanderes and dark fiction as a whole. but I'm currently not into any fandoms that I think people would really be interested in so I don't think I have much to offer in terms of content. so for now, it's a... maybe? I guess we can talk about that as time goes by.

this is absolutely not to promise I'll actually be back though. I'm not sure if I'd be able to run a blog still to be honest, atleast not consistently. but I would love to drop by and post a little something every now and then and talk with you all.

thank you all once again, and thanks to whoever read this entire mess of words. listen, I'm rusty okay 😔

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

Talk Shop Tuesday! Do you fully delete everything you cut out of your drafts, or do you save all your scraps even if you know you're never, ever, ever going to use them? (And if the latter, would you consider sharing anything?)

Ooh, what a fun question!

My usual MO is to just delete. I tend to write myself into corners because i'm such a pantser and never know where the story is going, and a lot of times i just have to come back, delete like a full page and restart. And, knowing myself, if I saved everything I'd deleted, I'd probably end up putting it back in.

But for The World Through a Scope I do keep a scrap doc - I've only started it up like a year ago so most of the fic still didn't get its scraps saved. But I've been tinkering with the ending of this fic pretty much since I started (in 2017, God help me) and adding and adding to it since then. And now that I am *so* close to actually getting there, I've had to kill a lot of darlings. Some of them I may still tinker with and put back in, but here are some scraps that probably won't make it:

“Stop.” She frowns at him, with the hard look in her eyes that she could probably take on the whole world with. “It doesn’t have to hurt, okay? If the thought of you doesn’t make him feel like shit, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you. It just means that he loves you, and he’s happy you’re alive. And that’s still love.”

Her hand digs into his leg so hard it takes effort to keep quiet.

“Try to remember that,” she says, in a flat, hard voice. “I’m trying, too. If we’re gonna be happy, we have to want it first, right?”

“I guess,” he mutters and leans his head against the wall. He’s not convinced. Mothma seems to think this is the way to happy, and he can’t exactly describe it as painless. He feels drained, and a little dizzy. If Mothma gives him homework again, he doesn’t know if he’ll do it.

(He’s still grateful. But he wouldn’t tell her that. She’d only ask why, and he’d have to admit that his clearest memory of his mother’s face, his brother’s, his grandmother’s, was that of them cold and bloodied and torn, and he used to be so scared the photos would only remind him, but that they didn’t. And that that feels like a mercy he never thought he'd be granted in this lifetime, and probably not after that. He wouldn't tell her that. It would only make her ask about religion again.)

.

“What would you tell your mother, if you could tell her something?”

“Just that…,” his voice falters and he shrugs, casts his eyes down with an embarrassed smile, “… that I’m gonna be okay.”

He doesn’t think he’s ever cried in this chair before, and he wouldn’t have thought it would be the thought of his mother that would do it. But it makes sense – with her, there’s nothing mixed in, no shame or guilt or disappointment, just –

He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes, takes a breath, puts himself together. “Sorry.”

Mothma shakes her head and offers him a tissue. He declines.

“It’s a good thing. Allowing yourself to feel it is important. The idea is to live with your pain, and not in spite of it.”

He smiles wrily. “That’s very clever.”

Mothma raises a brow at him. “Thank you, detective.”

“Actually, detective isn’t really… well, it’s not really the right title. I was never an American cop.”

“It takes you ten months to tell me I’m addressing you incorrectly?”

“’s not a big deal. I know what you mean, but… you can just use my name, maybe.”

“Alright.” She reaches for her book and makes a note, then looks up and adds: “You held off on telling me that so you could distract me with it when you needed to.”

He shrugs.

“Very well,” she says with a slight smile.

.

“Didn’t you get shot like, last week? What on earth are you doing here?”

“He also fell from a first-floor landing onto concrete,” Kay says flatly. “That will probably be the larger issue going forward.”

Cassian slowly lowers himself onto his chair with clenched teeth. There’s no denying he feels like shit, and probably no hiding it, either. “I’d say it’s a draw for now.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Kes repeats, his tone now one of open concern.

“Probably not,” he says, attempting a shrug and regretting it immediately.

“You should go home, Andor,” Kes says, in a voice that reminds Cassian instantly that Kes has become a father while he was gone.

His head is still pounding, and he is almost ready to admit defeat. “Alright. Catch me up to speed and I will.”

“I would not trust him on that,” Kay says, still without looking up from his monitor.

Cassian catches himself thinking he may have missed these idiots after all.

.

“You seem… better,” Kes says slowly. “Better than before, I mean.”

“I seem better since I nearly died?” Cassian gives back, raising a brow at his colleague.

Kes blushes a little, but then throws Cassian a sharp look and nods. “I… yeah.”

Cassian considers denying it, then allows himself a grim smile and gets to his feet. “Well, Dameron. We’ll make a fed of you yet.”

.

“You… you said you don’t have a lot of pictures of your father, right?”

“Only the ones Saw had,” she says quietly, frowning at him. “Why?”

“Because I’ve been thinking… The DEA does. From a few years back. They’re in the file.”

“Right.”

“I wouldn’t… They are not good pictures. I mean, they are bad quality, but they’re also… He doesn’t look well in them. But still, they… they exist.”

“Draven would kill you if you tried anything, Cassian,” she says, but it doesn’t sound like her heart is in it.

“Kes would do it. He feels bad for you. Actually, he asked if he could do anything. Kay would, too.”

She scoffs, but smiles a little.

.

oh, and way back when I did post some snippets under #from the cutting room floor

[sixxgurl26]

~ Sleazy Sugar ~ 6 - Two Blondies

Masterlist

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Layla Krane (OC)

Warnings: 18+, language, violence

Word Count: 2.3K+

“You guys really need to get your door fixed or something, climbing through this goddamn window isn't it.” I groaned, my foot catching on the sill, causing me to stumble into the small, musty living room these boys called home. Well, Vince, Tommy, and Nikki. Mick lived somewhere else, but we weren't really sure where. He kinda just showed up and disappeared into the night, he wasn’t into the antics like the other three and honestly, I couldn’t blame him.

“Tell the cops to stop breaking it down and maybe we’ll fix it.” Vince groaned, taking a sip from his beer as he flipped through his new Playboy magazine. “That would require us to not do things to make the cops break it down.” Tommy stated, ripping the magazine from Vince, before being punched in the shoulder and having it ripped back by the blondie himself. Note to self, don’t mess with Vince’s access to girls of any kind, real or print. “Which is not going to happen. Fuck em.” Nikki spat, taking a swig himself before walking over and handing me a beer already de-capped. Smiling, I took a drink before sitting next to Kayla on the couch, bumping shoulder’s with her as I watched Nikki grab his journal and sit on his lawn chair at the coffee table. Ah, where Sixx did his best work at writing any new song.

It’s been three months since the incident at the Whiskey and the night I stayed at the Motley house after Nikki saved my sorry ass from that creep. Nikki and I haven’t acted with each other like we first had, and he hasn’t made a move on me since, which I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or saddened, but I was becoming more and more comfortable around them, inviting myself into their home and finding myself spending time here after work and even skipping on school sometimes to help Nikki with his thoughts on a song. I wasn’t paying much attention to my real life at the moment, I was giving it the bare minimum I could, while the world of Motley got all the attention I could give it. I was becoming addicted to the electricity of their music, and the antics at their parties. It made me feel alive in a way I never knew was possible, and having Kayla with me almost twenty four seven made it even that much better.

“What are you working on now?” I asked, peering over to his book and he looked up at me with a smirk. “A new song for the new album we are going to be working on soon. I imagine this one will be a single hopefully.” Scribbling away, I could tell he had his verses outlined, but no choruses, though I didn’t know what they said. “What’s your middle name?” Nikki asked me, his eyes looking up into my own for a second as I searched my brains database for the information I didn’t really ever use except for medical forms. “It’s Tessa, why?” He shook his head with a laugh, “no reason, just wondering.” I nodded slowly, another sip into my lips. “Sure Sixx.”

Staring at him, I couldn’t help but be mesmerized. I couldn’t identify really what my feelings were for him yet, but I liked the way his lips felt on mine and I know I wanted them on me again, but that felt like irrational thinking, so I pushed it away as soon as it entered my thoughts. This is Nikki we’re talking about, a sleazy, drug snorting, crazy ass psycho, at least to the general public. Still, I would find myself watching him work, long enough that I’m sure he could feel the stare and he would pry his green orbs off his journal to stare up into mine for a moment, throwing me a smirk before heading back down into his own world. I knew Kayla could tell too, as her slanted smiles could tell me she could see into my own mind. She never brought it up in front of them though, to my relief.

The day had come and went and a week later I found myself back here for another party, another night of putting off my work and school and deciding to just “deal with it tomorrow”, which I knew was not going to get me anywhere, but the longer I ignored it, the better it felt to be away from. The Motley house as usual, was packed with people. Most of the people I was starting to recognize as people that usually showed up for the shows and then followed the boys home like they were the pied pipers of Sunrise. Their following was getting bigger by the show, and I knew this excited them.

In the Sunrise scene, they had made it. In Nikki’s eyes, they were just getting started.

The scene was laid out as usual, Vince talking it up with his most likely third victim of the night, Tommy with Kayla coming out of the bathroom disheveled and WAY too happy, Mick in the corner on the couch with a bottle almost passed out, and Nikki taking swigs by the kitchen counter, while talking smugly to a blondie that had been on his hip the whole fucking night.

“I can sense some jealousy.” Kayla playfully sang to me, poking me in the side as she flipped the cap off her corona. My eyes darted from Nikki to the blondie as she placed on a hand on his leather covered bicep, her laugh echoing. I rolled my eyes and turned to Kayla. “I am not.” I gruffed, doing an amazing job of covering the fact that I was, indeed, jealous. “Yeah and I have a dick, we can tell lies all night but I see through you.” I didn’t dignify that with a response and took another long sip of my own bottle, licking my lips with taste of corona, wishing it was a different taste of something else, or someone else instead.

I hadn’t pursued Nikki since making my exit that night at the club, my mind was still confused on what was the “right” decision, but that didn’t stop me from finding him attractive and getting weak in the knees around him. And the more I stayed around, the more the “bad” decisions seemed to feel right.

“Okay well, maybe go talk to some guy and get over it, or under it. It’s Nikki man, he’s sleazy.” She patted me on the head before walking her way through the crowd back to Tommy and I sighed, surveying the selection before me, but as I stared through the guys that had come to this party, nothing seemed to entice me, not even to make him jealous or even just look up from blondie. And then I saw him, the perfect person to enact my plan with, why had I not thought of it before, and lucky me, he just happened to be free at this moment. “Oh Vinnie!” I sang, shifting my stance to put my weight on one leg, popping my hip out and staring at him enticingly. He stared at me with curiosity, a smile hinting at his lips as he rounded the couch, making his way to me. “What’s up doll?” I smirked, I lifted my hand to his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze, and while I wanted to laugh, I had to keep it together. “You got some broad shoulders here.” I said, and his usual cocky smile turned off as a chuckle dared to come out. “What are you doing?” He asked and I moved in close to his ear so as no one else to hear. “I’m trying to make Nikki jealous.” His eyes widened as he looked at me in shock. “You like Nikki? Out of all the men?” Now I was shocked, I was so sure they all knew we had hooked up and he had even been seen with me all over me before I had ran out that night. “Didn’t you all know we hooked up?” I whispered back and by now, I couldn’t hear blondie anymore, well, not my blondie Vinnie, but Nikki’s blondie, so I was sure the talking between them had ceased at some point. “Well I mean yeah we knew that, but we fuck a lot of girls, I don’t expect them to really like me or like them back, that’s all.” I was going to fight that response, but he was right, that checked out.

“Look, you want to make a man jealous, especially Nikki, I’ll just act like you’re mine and if you’re something he wants, even if he denies that, he won’t be able to after seeing me all over it, he hates when I try to take things of his away.” He whispered in my ear before giving my neck a gentle kiss and while Nikki was the one I was wanting, I couldn’t lie that Vince’s lips on my neck sent shivers down me. Pushing me slightly against the wall, I went along with the act, as his hands came to my waist, gripping me as his lips came up dangerously close to my own, brushing against them slightly as his his free hand dropped to my hip, pulling me closer in. I was hoping to god Nikki did care, because at this rate, I wasn’t sure where this was about to lead me.

Another graze of my collarbone before Vince was ripped off of me with the rage of leather and jet black hair coming in between us and I sighed in relief that it worked, but now fear of what was about to happen.

What was I doing using Vince to get back at Nikki? I wasn’t trying to tear the band apart, just make a statement.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Nikki screamed, Vince taking a step back, eyeing me and then eyeing him back. “I-I was just giving her some attention man, she needed it.” He could of said it less matter of factly and that may have saved him a punch straight to the nose, but instead he chose the route of violence and down Vince went, clutching himself. “NIKKI!” I shouted, pulling his arm down and forcing him to look at me. “STOP IT!” I screamed as loud as possible, the whole place going silent, except the huffs of anger between us. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? YOU KISSING HIM? OF ALL PEOPLE?” He raged on, once Nikki got going, there was no stopping him. He was like a bull and all he saw was red.

“SO? YOU GOT FUCKING BLONDIE OVER THERE PRACTICALLY SUCKING YOUR COCK!”

I wasn’t the fighting type, I wasn’t even the arguing type, but something about him brought something out in me, and I wasn’t backing down in front of God or anybody tonight. Maybe a few too many drinks, maybe not enough.

He smirked slightly, taking amusement from my comment as he crossed his arms, Vince still on the ground moaning and clutching his nose. “So you’re jealous? That’s it? You don’t want me but I can’t play around with other kitties?” His tone was pissing me off and his smile, while deafeningly attractive, angered me like hell.

“I never said I didn’t want you, I was confused Nikki, I am confused, but yeah, maybe I was a little jealous, so I gave you back your own medicine.” I huffed, but my eyes were shifted from him when his blondie entered my view, taking a stance next to him with a wide, smug smile. “Oh honey, you couldn’t have him even if you wanted him. He needs a real woman.” She wrapped her arm around Nikki’s and while he didn’t push her off, he didn’t embrace it either. “Bitch, if you talk to me again, I’ll be knocking you so hard, you’re going to need a nose job before being seen again.” She look taken aback, and the once silent apartment was now filled with whistles and egging on a fight. What is it with men loving to see women fight?

Nikki looked smugger than ever, pulling away from her and crossing his arms. “Don't let me stand in the way.” He snarked. I couldn’t believe him as I stood there, but something inside me blamed myself more. Why did I expect this to go well? Why did I think I belonged here of all places? My anger started to evaporate and as I looked into the girls eyes that seemingly were filled with genuine fear as she eyes my clenched fists, I sighed, releasing my tension.

“Fucking forget it, you can have him.” I turned quickly and started to make my exit, ignoring the sounds of my name from various voices, but not one of them sounded like Nikki’s. Kayla’s was the loudest, and I could feel her hand grab my own as an attempt to stop me, but I ripped it away and stepped through the window.

The farther I got, the quieter it became. I didn't even want to go home, I just wanted to go, so I walked with no clear intention, clutching my arms to keep myself warm and safe. It had felt like it had been an hour after I had left, but I had no clear way of knowing. I didn't know where I was, I was inside my head and thoughts as my body walked on autopilot, but I was ripped back to reality when I heard honking. 

Repeatedly. 

I turned to the blinding headlight as a car whipped close to the sidewalk near me and stopped dead.

Nikki’s eyes glared into mine. “Get in the car before you get abducted or murdered out here.” I rolled my eyes, continuing to walk on. “Fuck off Sixx.” I mumbled out, but the car edged forward to meet me as I continued on. “Get in the FUCKING car.”

Thus ensued what felt like a forever staring contest as we both glared at each other, before I groaned, giving up and slipping into the car before he roared off.

[modstarfell]

Future of the Iranami circus (POV: Satsuki Iranami)

It was my first day back home! At the Iranami family circus! Yet... everything feels so much different then I remember... It felt so gloomy. This wasn't like the Iranami's at all! I huffed before turning to Keisuke. "Keisuke-ni, why does everything look so sad? Where's Mama, Papa and Gran?"

"Well... After you left and the tragedy started, lots of us did go looking for you. Then when I got the note from the stranger to go to the old Laboratory... I met up with the Kisaragi Foundation and things have been different since then. It's been hard to smile brighten anymore Suki.."

I listened to my brother and gave a nod. That's baloney! "Come on! We're the great traveling family circus! We're clowns! We always carry ourselves with pride and a smile right?" I let out a huff and brought my hands onto my hips. "Well, today we're gonna change everything! You try and gather up the rest of the siblings and I'm gonna go talk to Mama and Papa at least!"

I knew I've been gone for a long time, I wasn't... entirely counting on the idea that Gran might still be around but I knew she would be proud of me if she saw me now regardless! Either way I left Keisuke in the dust as I ran to the main office of the circus. The biggest trailer in the lots... Oh jeez. I haven't been here in awhile... I looked up at the door and suddenly it felt like I was a little kid again, trying to ask Mama and Papa a question only for them to shush me away. I know I wasn't much help before, but I'll prove myself! I slowly reached for the handle, swallowing down any little bit of regret or fear I might be handling.

It felt like a ghost town inside, hearing the click of the door as I walked in and looked around. "Mama, Papa? Where are you?" I called out hoping I'd at least get an answer from one of them this time. I almost felt defeated when suddenly I heard Papa's voice call out to me.

"Suki? Is... Is that really you?"

"Yeah! It is! I'm home! I'm alive and home!" I let out an awkward laugh, playing with one of the jingles attached to my hat for a moment. Next thing I knew I was being dragged into a hug by both of my parents! When the heck did they arrive!? Either way it... It felt nice. It was nice to be held by them for once instead of being comforted by Keisuke-ni.

"It's been so... So long... How did you survive? We heard from Keisuke that you'd died..." Papa looked like he was on the verge of tears when Mama spoke. "We closed down the circus after Keisuke came back... He couldn't take handling the circus after the confirmation of your death. With our ace gone, we had no choice but to close up and try to make due with what we had. Most of your siblings have gotten other jobs by now for money. It was just me and your father living here for awhile."

It almost felt like an odd sob story. I feel bad for thinking that though, they're my family regardless. "Well! That changes starting right now! I'm Satsuki Iranami, the Ultimate Clown and a student who attended the elite academy of Hopes Peak academy! They wouldn't have picked me for no reason! I had potential and... And now I want to show you that potential. Keisuke-ni is gathering up all the rest of the kids but for now, I want you two to get on your suits." I smiled brightly and backed out of the hugs. Right now, what they needed more then anything was a head-strong child who knew what she wanted! That's what I am! "Ah-ah-ah! You two aren't performing though. Tonight, it's the future of the circus performing together."

"Suki... That felt like an under-handed way of you just calling us old." Mom pointed out and I shook my head and hands. Waaah!! "N-no! That's not what I mean at all! Just... Come meet with everyone in about a half hour okay?" With that confidence and refusing to let them say no, I walked out of their trailer and closed the door behind me. I walked a few feet away before throwing myself into a squealing fit of excitement, jumping up and down and stomping my feet. I did it! I stood my ground and I'm going to help this family for the good! I looked back at the window of the trailer with a bright sparkle in my eyes before running back off to the tent.

[mxstball]

[Rising Kingdom] Half-Blessing

Hall of Origin, Ruined Kingdom, 1,600 years ago.

It's been 400 years since the grave war between Rayquaza, Groudon, and Kyogre began -- the aforementioned "Weather Wars" were brutal, claiming the lives of countless people and Pokémon. And yet, despite that, there Friede was, under the company of a Latias and Rayquaza.

“Rise, my child.” Friede nodded towards the young dragon.

A young Latias slowly rose from her bow. While it seemed to be only a few decades since the day that her world has been completely turned upside-down, Heidi’s determination and conviction has only grown with time.

Jormungandr, the world's Rayquaza, joined her side. “Heidi has earned her way to quickly rise through our ranks and has led us to victory in multiple ways. It is in part because of her that we have minimized civilian casualties as of late.”

“...Heidi, hm?” Friede turned the Shiny Latias. She recalled seeing her nearly a century ago, when the young dragon approached these halls in fear and apprehension. Now, it was as if she was seeing a completely different being altogether. “Heidi… who is it that gave you that name?”

“I gave myself this name, Arceus. It is to honor the legacy of a Lorkeeper who has since past.”

“Honoring a legacy….” Friede took some time to consider the response. Perhaps this was not the only legacy that the dragon wished to uphold. “I have blessed you once already, Heidi. From the first time you stepped foot in this domain and when I had heard of your mother’s passing, I granted you the blessing that you may carry on and find the willpower to help those around you. It appears that my blessing has not gone unanswered.” 

Heidi nodded.

“But… for what purpose do you come here for the second blessing? A second blessing is not something that I give lightly. It is only reserved for those that I have a special interest in and those that I am invested in their growth.”

Heidi shook her head. “I… didn’t come for a second blessing. That was just an excuse to see you again.”

“Huh? Really? Then, what are you here for?”

Heidi walked over to Friede and took something out of her satchel. She placed the item in Friede’s hands: a blue glowing orb with a strange power.

“A Soul Dew.” Friede looked down and continued to look at it.

Heidi took a step back. “She was one of the kindest creatures that I’ve ever known when she was alive. She told me all sorts of stories about the wonderful friends and role models she’s met… promised me that she’ll take me to see all of you someday. That… didn’t come to pass quite how she wanted but…”

“...” Friede looked back at Heidi. “But why give it to me? Surely, you would wish to keep it.”

Heidi shook her head. “I… considered it, but…” Heidi looked at her own hands. “I… I don’t know why, but channeling into it causes me nothing but pain… I feel weak and sick and--” Heidi abruptly stopped as she shook her head. “Mama… she… needs to go to someone that she loves and that will keep her safe. I… can’t do that for her.”

Friede turned her direction to Jormungandr. “...”

Jormungandr shook his head. “She was far fonder of you in life, after all.”

Friede turned back to Heidi before nodding. “Very well. I promise that I will keep her in a safe place.”

“Thank you, All-Mother.” Heidi bowed. She turned and walked away.

[oathofpromises]

starter for: @crystalmarred

It made no difference how badly they all wanted to make up for what had happened to her. Astrophil's golden eyes scanned the royal room, the final resting place of Stella as they knew her. Funny how they called her Star lover or cruel, she couldn't tell which it was at the moment. The Light Warden's eyes narrowed as the chain holding her to the chair kept her there. The last ditch attempt she had made with what little human was still present. Despite everyone's best efforts, she was ultimately their enemy. The last Lightwarden they had to kill in order for the first to be fully free.

"You know, Exarch..you really should learn to give up. How frequently do you visit me only to be met with the same outcome? Stella as you once knew her is no more. Every ray of love and brightness she possessed is dwindling away. You've simply come here to attempt to make up for the guilt that's been eating away at you. Your attempt to save me from this situation failed, yet instead of letting me perish as Stella in the void, you rescued me. WHY!! SO YOU AND YOUR SELFISH PEOPLE CAN LIVE IN PEACE, TO SEE ME SUFFER MORE? Was it worthwhile to lose the Warrior of Light again, please? To feel helpless as I struggled in pain, my hair turning white, my eyes turning yellow, and wings growing out of my back."

The Light Warden's tone was icy; she was sick of him coming here to attempt to shake the weight he felt. How the Exarch would have to bear the responsibility for this every day. Slowly, Stella stood up. The two of them were now a very different height. In a flash, she was back to her normal height.

"You were always concerned with protecting your people, not me, Exarch. Although the scions might think you wanted to spare me from my fate, take a look at where we are today. I am a Lightwarden, and rather than letting me pass away, you all cling to the hope that the Stella you all like is still inside. I'm sick of your games; give up on this. Dead ends and broken promises are the only outcomes. Then again, you should already know how it feels to break a promise, since you've been hiding your true identity from everyone and using me to further your plans the whole time. You did nothing as I was put through pain and anguish. Did you honestly think your scheme to steal my light would succeed? that you could leave this planet without any regrets. No. This ache in your chest is yours to bear forever."

The Lightwarden raised her hand and placed it on his chest. Her lips curled up into a devilish grin. Thoughtlessly playing with other people's emotions, but hadn't he already done the same? He didn't say more than he thought was necessary. No matter how many times he expressed regret, the strain on the woman was much more than he could have ever imagined.

"Tell me Exarch…or should I say G'raha? I was merely a tool for you to use, despite your pretenses to care. Just a weapon that you can use to aim at your opponents. I'm sick of seeing your face around me. All you do is hurt me. Leave now, before I let myself go and devour your flesh and aether."

Stella's lips were parched because she hadn't eaten in weeks after she changed and a part of her was still resistant to doing so. She didn't want to have to consume another person just to keep herself alive. It would break the last bit of humanity the former Warrior of Light had left. The tiniest piece of Stella that the Au Ra was frantically attempting to hold onto. She squeezed a little when her lips were just millimeters away from the Exarch's ear, grabbing him by the neck.

"You secretly take pleasure in this, don't you? Having the legendary defender of light all to yourself. G'raha, what do you want? Be sincere; after all, the small portion of me that is still alive refuses to dig its teeth into the tiny portions of you that are still human. Is this just a way for you to get out of guilt, or is there more to it? I've never understood your motives beyond utilizing me to absorb light."

Stella's golden eyes met G'raha's ruby red ones as she released her hold on G'raha's neck and turned to return to the throne. Slowly, the woman sat down and leaned on her arm while waiting for the other to talk. His future depended on what he said. Would he be allowed to leave here unharmed, or would the Lightwarden tire of his games and ultimately sink her teeth into that tiny piece of flesh that remained to the other? He was trying so hard to save someone that no longer existed. How long would it take for G'raha to finally understand the Warrior of Light he had come to care so much for was gone.