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IB 71 (2023): The True Story Of India’s Top Secret Mission To Pakistan

In the year 1947, just after securing independence, Pakistan attacked India and a ferocious war endured between the two countries. After 1947, political tensions were high between the two. Pakistan is always on the look out for gaining control over the state of Kashmir. The war between India and Pakistan happened in 1947 and is expected to happen again. It is only the question of, “When?” IB 71 (2023): The Narration It was the judgment day in the year 1971 when Pakistan declared an air attack on India. Indian Intelligence Bureau (IB) Director, N.S. Avasti (Anupam Kher) gets a call that his spy has been captured by Pakistanis. Avasti orders that this Indian spy should be rescued at any cost. IB 71 (2023): Make The "IMPOSSIBLE" "I-M-POSSIBLE" With Vidyut Jammwal! https://youtu.be/oUqTkz1LBMA The scene moves to Bangladesh (East Pakistan), in an army camp where we get to see IB agent Dev Jammwal (Vidyut Jammwal) disguised as a Bangladeshi soldier. A Bangladeshi soldier salutes him and Dev asks the soldier about the Indian spy who has been captured. The soldier tells Dev that the captured spy has not yet uttered a word. All of a sudden, an announcement is made in the camp that the Bangladeshi Army’s Major is arriving. Meanwhile, two Bangladeshi soldiers bring the Indian spy before Dev. The spy appears maltreated, all tied and gagged up by the Bangladeshis. Dev utters the code word “Bangla Babu” to the spy. Hearing this, the spy gets some hope and calms down. Dev, who is disguised as a Bangladeshi soldier, is taking the spy along with him back to India when in the middle of the road the spy tells him, “The reel which contains all secret information is still with the Bangladeshis. They took it from me”. Hearing this, Dev heads in the opposite direction straight to the camp by hanging onto some passing military vehicles. https://youtu.be/aDyi1KPjGko He reaches the camp and starts searching for the reel. But as he is doing so, the Bangladeshi Major arrives at the scene. The Major points a gun at him, asks him who he is, and threatens to kill him if he happens to be a spy. Dev acts cleverly and starts showing him random pictures of Bangladeshi military officers and veterans and tells him that they are his family members. The Major gets convinced by Dev’s answers and lets him take away the reel. Dev travels back to the Intelligence Bureau (IB) office in New Delhi, India, and proudly shows his seniors the reel which he revived from the hands of the Bangladeshis. The scene now heads to Pakistan (West Pakistan) where we see Pakistani officials planning and plotting about attacking India within ten days. In the Intelligence Bureau's office in India, Dev receives a message from an Indian spy, who is in Pakistan, that after ten days there will be a massive air attack on India by Pakistan, and China too is involved in it as it has joined hands with Pakistan. When Dev and Avasti discuss the issue with their superior, the superior tells them that India will require two months to prepare for countering this unexpected attack from Pakistan. Dev advises the superior to block the airspace connecting India and Pakistan so that the planes of Pakistan won’t be able to enter Indian territory. However, India needed a reason against Pakistan to enforce the blocking of their airspace. The suspicion of the Intelligence Bureau (IB) directs toward a youth named Qasim Quershi (Vishal Jethwa), who is a resident of Kashmir and had been previously arrested for terrorism charges. When Dev hears about Qasim, a plan erupts in his mind. He goes to Avasti and tells him his plan. Dev’s plan is foolproof which will make Pakistan act foolishly and will lead to the blockage of its airspace. Thus, it will not be able to pursue its air attack on India. Dev travels to Kashmir to keep an eye on Qasim. He couldn’t take any help from the Kashmiri police as this was a secret mission. In fact, he had planned to use Qasim as bait to stop Pakistan’s attack on India. Then Dev becomes aware of what Qasim is really up to. Qasim was visiting a theater and watching the same movie going on at the theater on a daily basis. That movie’s name is “Arzoo” and it shows every detail of how to hijack a plane! Qasim is actually learning the method to hijack a plane by watching that movie! https://youtu.be/XWP6MFMBRIU Dev immediately informs Avasti about the matter. Avasti orders the repair of a decommissioned aircraft named “Ganga” which is lying out of service at Shimla, India. Now, Dev will make terrorist Qasim fall for his own game by fooling him into hijacking a plane that he wants him to! After the plane gets hijacked by Qasim, India would declare this hijack as Pakistan’s act of terrorism and block their airspace. That would prevent the air attack that Pakistan had planned on India. The aircraft “Ganga” takes off from Shimla with 30 passengers on board. All the passengers are Indian spies who are dressed as civilians, and Dev himself is piloting the plane. Qasim and his fellow terrorist Ashfaq (Faizan Khan) have also boarded the plane. The spies have no weapons on them as they are role-playing as genuine civilians and it is up to the Indian government to rescue them once the plane gets hijacked. The act goes on as planned. Qasim and Ashfaq get up from their seats and point their guns at the passengers shouting that it is a hijack. Qasim then tells Dev to take the aircraft to Rawalpindi in Pakistan. Dev convinces him that the plane does not have enough fuel to travel up to Rawalpindi. Instead, they can land at Lahore in Pakistan which is nearer. When they reach Lahore, the air traffic controller refuses their landing request after becoming aware that this is an Indian aircraft. Dev desperately tries to land the aircraft but the first landing attempt fails as the runway gets blocked by Pakistani military vehicles. They won’t let the Indian aircraft land. It is then a do-or-die situation occurs! The left engine of the plane fails as the fuel becomes dangerously low. Dev forcefully lands the plane on the runway, not caring about the vehicles there; else the plane would have crashed. The Pakistani vehicles drive off the runway after sensing that this Indian aircraft needs to land at any cost. Now Qasim orders the Indian government to release 36 Pakistani activists whom India was holding as prisoners. These imprisoned activists were on a mission to separate the state of Kashmir from India and make it an independent state under the control of Pakistan. The Indian government tells Qasim that they would adhere to his orders. Still, the Pakistani officials become suspicious of how can a powerful country like India so easily accept their order to release the imprisoned Pakistani activists. The passengers of the hijacked aircraft are transported to a hotel. It happened once that Dev fooled terrorist Ashfaq by helping him to escape from the Indian police when he was about to get caught. At that moment, Ashfaq recognizes Dev and tells Qasim that Dev is their ally. Meanwhile, the Indian spies who are disguised as passengers are given rooms at the hotel. A Pakistani official tells them that they will be allowed to call their friends and relatives in India within the next 30 minutes. Little do the Pakistanis know that the “friends and relatives”, who the Indian spies dressed as civilians are calling, are actually Indian Intelligence Bureau (IB) officials at the other end of their calls, who are pretending to be the friends and relatives of these so-called “hijack victims”. https://youtu.be/LVSV198JENI However, this plan of the Indian Intelligence Bureau backfires. New Delhi, where the Intelligence Bureau (IB) headquarters is located, is facing thunderstorms! One of the Pakistani officials, who hears every call which is being made, suspects foul play. He hears lightning and thunder on every call which is being made. This makes him conclude that these hijack victims are calling their “friends and relatives” who are located at some place in India where thunderstorms are occurring. The sound of thunderstorms on every call indicates that the “friends and relatives” of the hijack victims are actually located in the same place! This can indicate one thing, that these hijacked civilians are actually spies who are reporting to their headquarters located in India. The Pakistani official didn’t say anything to the disguised spies yet. He plans to catch the Indian spies red-handed and beat the hell out of them. Then the Pakistanis become aware that Dev is not their ally but actually an Indian spy. In the darkness of the night, some Pakistani officials enter the hotel to find Dev. As they come face-to-face with the Indian spies at the hotel, a ferocious fight endures between the two parties. The Indian spies beat the hell out of the Pakistani officials, capture them, and tightly tie them up inside a room in the hotel. However, one of the female spies gets critically injured during the fight. Dev consoles the injured woman by telling her that now he will teach these Pakistanis a lesson. https://youtu.be/9r9DhgOP8jo The next day, a Pakistani official arrives at the hotel and sees the Indian spies. He, in fact, does not know that the spies have kept his partners tied and gagged up inside a room in the hotel. All of a sudden, a call comes at the hotel’s reception from the Pakistani President’s personal assistant. The President’s assistant asks the Pakistani official whether the Indian spies at the hotel have left for the Pakistan-India border. The official is surprised because he was not aware of any such order from the President till now. Actually, the call is fake as the man who is calling the Pakistani official is no personal assistant of the President, but an ally of Dev! The Pakistani official also reads a fake newspaper that was planted by Dev at the hotel’s reception. The newspaper states that the Indian spies will be sent back to India upon the President’s orders. The Pakistani official gets fooled and asks the Indian spies to board a bus that will transport them to the border. https://youtu.be/H3q0mCpUhvA Meanwhile, the hotel’s cleaner finds the tied-up Pakistani officials inside one of the rooms. When they are untied, the officials realize how they have been fooled by Dev. No such order from the Pakistani President has come to release the Indian spies. But by the time they can catch up to the Indian spies, the spies reach and cross the border. The Pakistani officials tell Qasim what a fool he is as he had hijacked a plane that had Indian spies. They blame Qasim that now the 36 Pakistani activists are bound to be doomed in Indian jails for the rest of their lives. Angrily, Qasim burns the Ganga aircraft of India which he had hijacked. India takes this act of Pakistan’s hijacking and burning an Indian plane as an “act of war”, and blocks Pakistan’s airspace with India. This prevents the air attack that Pakistan had planned on India. IB 71 (2023) Official Trailer: https://youtu.be/-V9tu8rqWIg Watch Out for my review of this ultra-thrilling spy-thriller Coming Soon only on The Movie Blog! Read the full article

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kimkelevra · 4 years ago

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Discover Just Before You Go: Secrets For Foolproof Camping

Camping could be a nourishing, connecting encounter with your pals, family members, Nature, or even all 3. Having said that, it can easily just as effortlessly develop into a problem entailing portable-stove-nuked sausages, collapsing outdoors tents, and also attacking bears from which you can't really awaken. Fortunately there are numerous actions you can need to nail camping beforehand and grab your own self a wholesome, outdoor experience. There are actually great deals of causes to tough it on a great old created outdoor camping trip, from physical health advantages to stress and anxiety comfort.

Camping suggestions to protect you coming from bears, attacks, and boredom

To make sure an assignment with attributes that's memorable for the correct reasons and also maintains you out of damage's technique, observe the resource under-- best for any kind of back of the timbers.

Prepare

Determine what to carry based upon just how much space you have, your mode of transportation, and the amount of time you'll be gone. Be mindful concerning the mass and also bulk of what you're bring if you are actually hiking to the camping site. No one wishes to schlep a 50-pound evacuate a hill.

This check-list coming from Montgomery Nation Parks need to assist you adhere to the outright basics and leave behind the elaborate extras for when you next go camping in a cars and truck.

Select your pack

Select a backpack based upon the length of your trek and also the size of your spine. Manufacturers provide the amount of their packs in litres. Multi-day packs are 60 to 80 litres, and also these are actually ideal for 2- to 5-day walks.

If you're steering to time trips coming from a base camping ground location, a tiny day pack will definitely be actually sufficient for regular provisions and also materials to tide you over while you are actually out and about.

Sleeping properly

Do not fail to remember the tent, sleeping bag, sleeping pad (for added cushion!), as well as cushion. Being an adventurer does not imply awakening with a crick in your neck.

The size of the tent relies on the number of people are actually inserting. It's likewise reasonable to ensure it's weather condition resisting, because ... well, you're heading to meet some weather condition, may not be you?

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A light in weight three-season tent is actually produced spring season, fall, and summer disorders-- created to keep individuals dry in the course of lightweight snowfall or even storm while always keeping the bugs out! If a winter months outdoor camping splurge is in the memory cards, go with a mountaineering tent that may stand up to harsh weather conditions.

Ignite

Unless you are actually intending to survive on sandwiches alone, pack these in your car to bring to your designated campsite:

Some charcoal

Fire starters

timber

paper

matches

A propane oven

frying pan

pot

tools

cups, bowls, and platters

Consistently check to view if the site enables campfires, and also use fire rings if they are actually accessible. Keep sand and also water nearby in the event that the fire needs to have to be put out quickly.

Chow down

Be as ruggedized as you like, you have actually still come to consume. Fantastic food alternatives for camping include:

granola pubs

peanut butter

meat jerky

tinned grains as well as soups

path mix

alcoholic beverage particles

coffee as well as herbal tea

They are actually best for stuffing illumination, won't mess up, and don't require any kind of food preparation. Keep an empty canteen handy, as well. If you feel you need additional hints about camping and also tour, click over here.

Get hold of the devices

No, we are actually not talking about your children delivering their ipad tablets. There is actually a handful of vital tools that may help make camping more secure, easier, and also extra carefree, featuring:

a headlamp, flashlight, or light

Extra electric batteries

A multi-tool

Phone battery charger

Maintain clean

Undoubtedly you are actually going to get dirty in the lumbers. Nonetheless, taking the following fundamentals will definitely help you remain healthy. You recognize how subjective wood fairies may be.

#Foolproof Camping #Camping #Secrets For Foolproof Camping

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queerenteen · 3 years ago

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Why Bakugou Katsuki being the 'Love Interest' actually works

The main purpose of the love interest is to be the protagnist's main emotional connection (or should I say trigger lmao)

Their dynamic is crucial to the advancement of the story

The love interest is often the deuteroganist

The narrative often rewards their attempts to reconciliation

Bring out each others strengths and flaws

From the very first episode, Izuku has always reacted strongly when Katsuki is involved. He is a spectator to the Sludge Villain till he realised who was trapped. Then his body moved on its own

Katsuki didn't know that Izuku had a quirk till their first day at UA--he assumed that Izuku had gotten into the school without a quirk and went 'yeah that checks'

Izuku tells him the secret of OFA on the very first day--he doesn't even tell anything to his mother

Izuku escapes the villains in USJ by copying Katsuki and screaming DIE as he jumps off a boat

Seriously, most people would think 'What would Bakugou do?' and then proceed to do the complete opposite. Everyone except this mad lad apparently

Izuku wins the sports race by doing what he thought Kacchan would do

Omfg I completely forgot the nicknames. Nicknames

Especially Kacchan--Katsuki doesn't even protest to this cutesy nickname even once during the entire story. Sus.

Katsuki wins his match against Uraraka because he thought she had taken advice from Deku and he prepared the required counter attack

Seriously these guys can anticipate each others movements so well it's scary

Izuku masters some control over OFA by once again thinking 'What would Kacchan do?'

Seriously that's like his foolproof plan for every situation and it works???

Aizawa placing them against All Might for their exam solely because of their dynamic--he knew what a powerhouse they could be together if they just learnt how

Izuku: *hears that one of the objectives of the training camp attack is to kill him*

Izuku: *completely ignores that* omg kacchan!

*life or death situation where accurate information is necessary* Izuku: One of the targets is Kacchan!

Hero: Who???

1a: omg it's midoriya (love how that's how they recognise him, it's so distinct)

Stay back Deku

Izuku's complete break down screaming when Katsuki is kidnapped

"It was a complete failure"

He literally risks everything to save him

Deku vs Kacchan Part 2 *ctrl+c*

The highlights: 'you're my image of victory', 'closer to me than All Might'

Cannot believe I almost forget the several panels towards the end of DvK2

just leaving these over here

s4 didn't really have a lot them because it was focused on other things (and it actually gave them the space the needed after whatever DvK2 was) so moving onto the Joint Training

"Keep your eyes on me Deku"

Izuku just,,, ignorning everything else and focusing on Katsuki's match (when he was constantly talking and analysing for the last three)

Katsuki being Izuku's trigger for blackwhip *chef's kiss*

Okay, detour for a second. Ochako hugging Izuku when his quirk goes crazy can be likened to a very similar scene between Aang and Katara in Avatar. However, Katara succeeds in calming him down. Ochako is not.

More than that, the narrative seems to punish Ochako for her feelings towards Deku. Punish is a harsh word but that is exactly what is happening

When she realises them, she almost fails her exam

Toga is able to get away with Ochako's blood during the training camp because she gets distracted

It inhibits her performance in the joint training arc

She consciously realises that her feelings are pulling her back during the war and makes an effort to ignore them

And during chapter 342, it is a perfect opportunity for her to tell Izuku how she feels. A confession before the final battle is such a staple. But she doesn't. She's not even thinking about them at that point, instead, focusing on what she has to do as a hero.

On the flip side, we keep seeing how Izuku and Katsuki becoming closer is actually rewarded by the narrative?

You get Katsuki being his confidant about OFA (which he learns about 200 chapters before everyone else, not considering when Izuku flat out tells him in s1)

Izuku often becomes a better hero by taking ideas from Katsuki

The war arc--omfg the war arc

Katsuki coming along with Izuku when he's going after Shigaraki

The flashback to training with All Might, where he's like, I want to keep him at arm's distance

I feel that Katsuki is talking about how Izuku continuously keeps disregarding his own well being and that makes it so difficult to be close to him because witnessing that over and over again?

His sheer panic when he's not able to help

Taking charge of the situation (even when you have the number one pro right there) and making a plan on the spot that no one argues about

My body moved on its own

The parallels fuck me up every single time

I very much appreciate that this chapter is called Bakugou Katsuki Rising

Izuku's sheer rage when AFO insults Katsuki's sacrifice--he just snaps

Katsuki literally had a quirk evolution so that he could reach Izuku in time

I have never felt this way before, like I am on death's doorstep

Katsuki you were no were near the fight happening in the sky. You have almost died several times. But this is the closest you've been to feeling like you were dying???

Katsuki running through the hospital (including ripping out the IV???) to find Izuku when he heard he was in a coma

Omg I almost forgot Izuku's 'Kacchan and everyone else' agenda

Time and time again during even the vigilante arc we see Izuku thinking about war and Katsuki is almost always at the forefront of that

The sheer poetic brilliance of when Izuku is just about to give up, his symbol of victory shows up to save him

Katsuki saying he's the one who knows Deku best and absolutely no one disagrees

Every single fucking thing that Katsuki tells Izuku when they're trying to get him to come back, it's all so hard hitting and exactly what he needed to hear

The apology! Hallelujuah

Izuku--

Like seriously, which fanfic is this

Katsuki was actually so much further away than the others but guess who caught Izuku when he fell--

His continuous effort to be better is just--I have many emotions

Katsuki is always by Izuku's side after the vigilante arc--even during the UA traitor reveal, he was there right next to him

I really like the symbolism behind it

Their whole dynamic is flawless

I love them

(heroes rising bkdk commentary)

#i did my best but this is definitely not the full extent of their dynamic #this post was *long* overdue #bnha #mha #bakudeku #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #mha manga spoilers

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owo-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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You can make a Yandere picture! Luke Castellan who knows a camper who is the daughter of Gaia?

I suppose so. ALSO MY READERS ARE GENDER AMBIGOUS. Use child for the love of god in hell. Anyway im so fucking good at analysis someone kofi me 5$ for this masterpiece.

Child of Gaia x Yandere Luke

(CWs: yandere... that's kind of it. trauma and parental hatred.)

From the moment you two meet, you can sense seething rage oozing out of every pore in his body.

Kronos’ army, from the beginning, has been made up of demigods who felt abandoned. By fate, by their parents, by the world they chose and yet didn’t choose them. No one joined his side for a jaunt in the park- even the children of the minor gods who joined Kronos hated their parents for using them as pawns.

And then you waltz in, a nervous smile and flowerpot in hand. You explain that your mother sent you to help out your half brother against your nephew.

Once Luke gets over the shock of anyone referring to Kronos or Zeus by those titles, the only thing holding him back from laughing you out the door is the sense he gets from you. Not wholly god, but not like a regular demigod. It’s odd.

The other soldiers… Are not so careful. It’s not like you do much to obviously help, either- your powers are better suited to warground support, crumbling the earth under the enemies feet to make them stumble and fall onto your swords.

Now though, when none of you have faced a real fight and your nerves keep causing minor earthquakes?

There are reasons why you sit alone at meals. Until Luke invites you to join him in his cabin for dinner. You wish you could refuse- he’s so, so angry. It frightens you. Yes, you were crafted by your mother, but she’d made you with the help of a mortal- what better way to help the demigods than by making you one? The human half of you felt fear.

But you went. And you spoke, and you left convinced that in another life you may have been friends. But not here. The air around him is thick and it leaves you with watering eyes.

But he calls you, again and again, and soon you’re taking all his meals with him, and people talk about you as an addition to him. It feels like you’re becoming two halves of a whole.

And you hate it. You don’t even like him! You feel bad, and wish things were different, but you can’t change the fact that the way he looks at you makes your skin crawl and keeps you up at night with an eye on the door.

Hell, you fucking hate Kronos. You’ve heard the stories and you know this won’t end well. You’re leaving. You’re sure that camp Luke was always raging about would take you in, if only for the secrets you’ve heard in the hallways.

Your steps are light and you freeze at every creak you hear, but you finally see the door out. You’d chosen the night before the last the ship would spent docked. Your plan wasn’t foolproof, but you’d get out of town before Luke woke up, you were sure.

Your heart freezes in your chest. Illuminated by the moonlight, down by the base of the plank… Is Luke.

His stride is slow but sure and you can barely hold in the urge to turn and run.

“I don’t know why you were trying to leave. The gods have no place for you, no love for anyone but themselves.” His hand comes down on your shoulder and your knees buckle. His other arm catches your knees and you’re unable to move, your face less than a foot from his own.

“Don’t worry.” He pulls you closer and you can feel his hot breath in the cold night air. “I’ll take care of you.”

#pjo x reader #yandere pjo x reader #luke castellan x reader

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belit0 · 4 years ago

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Anonymous:

Soulmate anon here! Just wanted to ask, how would the Uchihas go about to asking out their s/o? -💌

Anon I can say that I love the trust you give me🖤 thank you so much for your support, really :) ✨😭 I’m so glad to have you around!

Indra

[I will situate him in the context before Ashura being elected as heir. I think that the Indra after his fight with his brother could not “ask” someone to go out with him, he was already too consumed by evil at that point in history ☹]

If there is anyone with little experience in talking about feelings… it would definitely be this boy. It’s all about control, power, composure, preparing to be a leader. Love issues? There is no time for that in his life. So, when he finds himself in the throes of understanding that that special person has managed to captivate him enough to invade his feelings, Indra doesn’t really know what to do. His cold, calculating and distant character prevents him from taking a romantic or sweet initiative, therefore he moves the matter to an environment where he feels in confidence with himself: to the middle of the mountain where he usually trains in solitude. The excuse for his s/o to join him? Pure strategic necessity as he explains, and the person will never hesitate before an order from Indra-Sama no matter how strange it may seem. When arriving at Indra’s private training camp, he will want to practice with his s/o to feel in his element. At the point he thinks is appropriate, he declares something like “We are official, I expect respect.”

Madara

Asking for permission? Asking for consent? What is that? This man definitely doesn’t know anything about it. If he has set his sights on someone, that person is automatically his. Madara doesn’t ask his s/o if wants to date him… no, his s/o is dating him since proving to be a worthy enough person to deserve his attention, even if that person is not even aware of it. Madara is a Yandere by nature. He will give some hints about his attraction to his s/o, but that person seems to be blind to the obvious. Angry at the lack of response to his advances, the final confrontation will inevitably come. Cornering his s/o in some situation, he informs "Enjoy the pleasure of being mine and stop running away from the evident”.

Izuna

The cheekiness of this Uchiha is out of this world. Certainly, he will have no problem in revealing his attraction, conquering people is his second talent, the first is to fight. Accustomed to the routine of having several different people in his bed during each week, his ability to navigate in front of his s/o is to melt. Of course, before culminating his plan with the important question, Izuna fires his entire arsenal at his s/o, looks that last longer than necessary when they cross each other, unnecessary friction if they’re in the same place, occasional letters clearly coming from him but without a signature. He is a natural born seducer, of course he knows how to attract someone without being conspicuously obvious. When his s/o shows the interest, he needs to see to make the determination and ask, Izuna acts. “What do you say, love? Do you want to try your luck with the better Uchiha? *Wink*”

Obito

[I will place Obito in a context where he never meets Maddy Daddy, so his innocence and warm personality remains intact until adulthood, no mean ObiTobi! But if you want Yandere content from any Uchiha let me know 😊]

The timidest of all the Uchihas. This man is a disaster when it comes to taking the reins and putting on the trousers. His infatuation with his s/o has been a secret since he began to feel the very first emotions, and he refuses to admit a word about it. He constantly imagines in his head what a life with the person he longs for so much would be like, but his shame prevents him from acting. Eventually, after much mentalization and personal work, Obito gathers the little courage he manages to find to face this situation. A bouquet of the most beautiful flowers he found in the shop, his best clothes and well perfumed, he heads for action. “Eto… I… um… you… DATEMEPLS”

Shisui

A profile very similar to Izuna’s, but with his feet on the ground and without as much confidence as the other Uchiha. Shisui knows he is attractive, his fan girl club confirms it, but he ignores this constantly because the village and the clan come first. Safe in his field, when he finds himself feeling things towards someone, he is happy. A light within the darkness of his life, better defined, that’s why he doesn’t hesitate and doesn’t delay in making it official. Having lost his immediate family, he likes to hold on tightly to what brings him joy. He casually confronts his s/o at some moment of the day, nothing special or romantic, as relaxed as Shisui himself. He trusts his feelings, and has no problem expressing what he feels with incredible simplicity, accompanied by a bright smile “Would you like to have a drink with me? My treat.”

Itachi

This Uchiha has a hard time coming to terms with his feelings. He shouldn’t think about such frivolous things when there are more important issues such as the village and containing the clan. But when he realizes that his feelings are not something he can fight against, Itachi is smart, and gives in to his heart. After a time of getting used to his own emotional mess, this man devises a foolproof strategy so as not to miss his target. He studies his s/o, knows its tastes and its preferences, knows that it loves and that it hates, knows which place prefers to eat and which it hates because the food does not appetite it. At the moment of executing his strategy, Itachi takes his s/o to a beautifully arranged dinner in that person’s favorite place, probably by candlelight, giving them a bouquet of red roses as soon as they sit down to eat. By the end of the evening, Itachi asks gently, confidently and calmly “Will you go out with me?”

#uchihas #uchiha madara #uchiha izuna #uchiha obito #uchiha shisui #uchiha itachi #otsutsuki indra #madara #izuna #obito #shisui #itachi #indra otsutsuki #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #uchiha headcanons

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dukeofdogs · 4 years ago

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Beta Thronebreaker

It’s no mystery that at first Thronebreaker was supposed to be just a single-player mode for Gwent before becoming the standalone title we all know and love.

Long story short: I came across of few scrapped/unused stuff that I assume was supposed to be used in that very first version of TB campaign.

Textures not used anywhere in the final version of TB, but looking very similar to how beta Gwent looked like:

And recenlty (today lmao) I came across these flavour texts for various cards written by Reynard and Gascon!

Ballista: Your Grace, we may begin work on constructing ballistae: seemingly simple war machines able to hurl a missile three hundred ells. Can these bolts crumble fortified walls? No, but ranks of soldiers they shatter like so many bowling pins. -Reynard

Battering ram; Your Majesty, our engineers have prepared plans for powerful battering rams: massive, steel-capped rods able to ream through even the tightest-sealed gates. Alas, their crews stand exposed during operation, and thus must require additional defense. - Reynard

Bomb throwers; Meve, you'll never guess who I've managed to get for you: a top-notch alchemist, name's Kalksten, or Kulkstern... doesn't matter, the important thing: he's making us bombs. Just need to train our lads how to use them without blowing off their fingers, and next thing you know, the Black-clads will soil themselves when they see us coming!- Gascon

Catapult; Your Grace, before war broke out, our Rivian manufactures were hard at work on an improved version of the classic catapult. It seems metal cords, properly engineered, can dramatically increase their effectiveness. Now is our chance to put their designs to good use. - Reynard

Crushing trap; Meve, ever seen a crushing trap in action? It kills a man on the spot, no matter how much plate he's clad in. If we can just get the Nilfgaardians to step into these beauties, the results will surpass your wildest dreams.-Gascon

Fire scorpion; Meve, great news! My lads have caught a Nilfgaardian engineer. Took but a singing of his heels and he spilled all possible beans about how their fire scorpions work. We've got everything we need to begin production - we'll give the Black-clads a taste of their own weapon!- Gascon

Infiltrators; Meve, first off - thanks for the kit! The lads love it. Second: soon as you give the sign, I'll start teaching them the fine art of climbing and lock-picking. They can't wait! These are exceptionally useful skills in times of war - and profitable ones in times of peace.- Gascon

Light cavalry; Meve, give us a few good horses and we'll form a mounted division no one can outrun! Believe me, many a Lyrian merchant's tried. We'll harry the Black-clads' flanks and break their formations till they flee south in frustration.- Gascon

Slingers; Meve, instead of dumping coin into complicated contraptions, why not equip your men with simple slingshots? It beggars belief how much damage they can do in the right hands… Plus, they're simple, light and practically foolproof. Whisper the word and I'll start schooling some slingers.- Gascon

Hounds of spalla; Meve, my lads want me to thank you for putting together a tannery - our new leather garb fits like a glove and doesn't cramp our movements while out beating around bushes. It's a welcome change from our old duds, which we'd, um, "borrowed" from some of your soldiers.- Gascon

Infantry level1; Your Majesty, proper grounds and equipment are crucial for the training of new recruits. I suggest we start by acquiring the core essentials – this should not prove too costly while promising immense benefits. - Reynard

Infantry level2; Your Majesty, better equipment could spell the difference between life and death for our soldiers. If you feel we can manage the cost, you shall surely win their gratitude.- Reynard

Infantry level3; Meve, I know you're used to fighting in armor, but in partisan warfare, heavy plate's about as useful as a burr in your breeches, and even less comfortable. We need light armor, form-fitting stuff that lets you strike fast and run away even faster. - Gascon

Infantry level3 ; Your Majesty, if we allocate the appropriate funds, we will be able to forge the plate armor needed to equip heavy cavalry divisions. I'll see to their training myself, you need but say the word.- Reynard

Infantry level4; Your Majesty, though I train our forces to the best of my knowledge, with an outlay of further funds we could recruit experienced drill masters to teach our men new, battle-tested techniques. Alas, the services of such masters come at a steep price. - Reynard

Infantry level5; Meve, we should acquire the equipment needed to practice the art of breaking-and-entering - with this skill under their belts, our men will no longer need to pound away endlessly at enemy gates. Instead, they'll slip over the walls and open them for you from within. - Gascon

Infantry level5; Your Majesty, we could begin production of extremely high quality arbalests - we need but find the coin to hire a skilled weaponsmith and pay for his tools and materials. - Reynard

Kaedweni officer; Your Majesty, as our army grows, so does the need for ever stricter discipline during battle. We should assign a petty officer to each unit along the lines of Kaedwen's renowned infantry. Just say the word, and I'll see to their training myself.- Reynard

Kaedweni siege expert; Your Grace, King Henselt has permitted his best engineers to teach our recruits the secrets of their trade. This opportunity we ought to seize - for the Kaedweni king usually guards this knowledge tightly. Clearly, he wants very much for us to fight effectively and hinder the black-clad onslaught.- Reynard

Kaedweni siege support; Your Grace, from Kaedwen have come volunteers who wish to share their knowledge with our recruits. To school more qualified engineers in our ranks would be a great boon - both to the operation and maintenance of our war machines and to the upkeep of our camp. - Reynard

#thronebreaker #unused content

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ladymiseria · 4 years ago

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Smut Alphabet - Hawks

It’s big simpin’ hours for everyone’s favorite bird brain hawk man. Let’s do itttt

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

-Hawks will wrap you up in his arms and immediately cuddle the shit out of you. Lots of words of love and affirmation and reassurance and also kisses all over your face. He needs to make sure you feel safe and comfortable, especially if it was a particularly intense session.

In terms of what he needs/wants, it’s very similar. He wants to be held and cuddled and fawned over a bit, and he likes to be reassured, as well.

B = Body (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-ASS MAN. Hawks loves that BOOTY and he is not shy about it. He’s always touching it, smacking it, or even just ogling it. He loves slipping his hand in your back pocket when you’re out together and will never pass up an opportunity to fluster you in public by giving your ass a sly squeeze.

Honorable mention is thighs! God damn, he loves him some soft thighs in every way.

Hawks doesn’t spare much thought when it comes to his own body, except for, unsurprisingly, his wings: they are the key component of his image, after all. He takes a lot of pride in keeping them clean and smooth. They’re also incredibly sensitive, so he never lets anyone touch them besides himself and you, of course. In fact, if you play with his wings juuuuust right, he can get off from that alone.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-He insists on coming inside (especially if he’s in rut), whether that means downstairs or in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-Dom the shit out of this man and make him submit to you; he gets off to it super hard.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

-Hawks has always been popular and attractive so sexual encounters have never been difficult for him to come by (no pun intended). Rest assured that he very much knows what he’s doing. That said, he’s never had any kind of serious relationship before you, though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-Hawks is hitting that shit from behind every chance he gets: he needs easy access to that booty obviously

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

-Hawks loves to be goofy and cute and have fun with you in the moment. He can definitely be serious, too, but he loves teasing and getting to have some sweet, fun sexy times with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

-Hawks keeps himself clean and trimmed up, especially now that he’s in a serious relationship. He also always makes it a point to wear the cologne you’d taken a liking to.

Random headcanon: Hawks smells like old leather and dark, warm musky cologne.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

-Hawks is super romantic! He loves just kissing and caressing every part of you, telling you how much you mean to him, how much he loves you, and how beautiful he thinks you are. He’s chosen you as his lifelong mate and he’ll never let you forget why.

Outside of the bedroom, Hawks still maintains the romance. He’s always got a hold on you when you’re out and adores taking you out to eat or on dates to different places. His more bird-like tendencies also mean that he’s constantly buying trinkets and shiny things for you as tokens of affection.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

-He doesn’t masturbate much anymore (it reminds him of a significantly lonelier time). He only really indulges if he has to be away from you for longer than usual or if he’s in rut (and you’re not available to help him out).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-Breeding, bondage, dom/sub, overstimulation, edging, light impact play, pegging, degradation AND praise, wing play (is that even a thing? It is now, I guess), snowballing, body worship

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-Honestly? He’s not super picky. He’s just as happy to take you in his bed as he is to take you on the roof of a high-rise. He’s cocky and a bit of an exhibitionist, truth be told, so he doesn’t much care about getting caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-Play with his wings, particularly near the base where they connect to his back. The small bit of skin between his wings is also incredibly sensitive.

If we’re being honest, it’s not the least bit difficult for you to seduce Hawks: you manage it without even trying a good amount of the time. That said, some foolproof methods are: making out, neck kisses, give him The Look (I’m sure you know what I mean).

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-Hawks is kinda selfish and possessive so he’s not really willing to share you with anyone else. He’s also not too keen on hurting you aside from the normal impact play/biting.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-Hawks is so God damn good at oral. Like really fucking good. And he knows it and will weaponize that shit. He loves giving and how you squirm and moan and pull his hair and grab his wings: he’d eat you every day if you’d let him. He loves receiving, too, but giving is really where his horny little heart is.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

-Hawks doesn’t really have a default pace: it all depends on the situation and he’s exceptionally good at reading the room, so to speak. The only time he really loses control is during rut when his animal brain takes over and he needs to have you until his body literally gives out.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- Not his go-to, but he can definitely get down with it if it works best for the situation (and with how easily worked up he gets).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

-Hawks is an open-minded dude, so he’s down to try a lot of shit at least once, especially if you’re really gunning for it.

I touched on this a little earlier, but he’s also not really bothered by the thought of someone catching him messing around with you. It would just be an opportunity to show off, in his mind.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

-Hawks can go for quite a few rounds (and don’t even think about when he’s in rut because HOO BOY THAT’S A WHOLE OTHER STORY). He’s the number 2 pro hero so you know his stamina’s top tier.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

-First off, I am firmly in the #peghawks2020 camp so you KNOW he’s gettin’ the strap on the reg.

Anyway, yeah, Hawks can get down with some toys. He actually likes to use his feathers as toys from time to time, too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-He likes to tease, but not too much. Frankly, he’s just kind of impatient and gets too worked up himself from the teasing. You’re cute when you’re flustered, though, and he wouldn’t give up that sight for the world.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-Boy can get LOUD when he’s really in the zone. Moans, growls, whimpers, it’s all on the menu. He’s also prone to making pleased little chirping noises or warbles when you give him affection, complete with some wing twitches for good measure.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

-I have many but I guess I’ll just pick my favorite: Hawks loves to dance with you. Doesn’t matter what kind, he just can’t get enough of watching your body move and feeling you against him. He can also feel the vibrations of the music in his feathers and it can be very stimulating.

Dancing also plays into the bird thing as male birds often “dance” in an attempt to seduce a mate, and Hawks is no different. Sometimes when he’s dancing with you, his wings will flap and puff out like he’s peacocking for you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

-Hawks has been training his body since he was a kid so he is in fantastic shape. He’s not super tall, but he’s slim while maintaining that good muscle definition. He’s stronger than he looks.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

-It’s HELLA high, y’all, mostly because he’s obsessed with you. But yeah, he’s almost always in the mood to fool around.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-Hawks gets wiped out after sex and you often have to keep him from passing out right you finish. He just wants to snuggle up to you and doze off ‘cause he’s so happy and content and comfortable. Even if he’s in rut, he still needs to be holding you when he’s finally spent and ready for sleep.

#smut alphabet #abcs of smut #Boku no Hero Academia #Hawks #Keigo Takami #My Hero Acadamia #anime #manga #headcanon #Takami Keigo

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forgeandgredimagines · 5 years ago

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Foolish 『 Percy Jackson x Spy! Reader 』

Request: I was wondering if I could request a Percy Jackson x reader imagine? Taking place during the pjo books and the reader is the spy for Luke instead of Selina. Percy falls for her, and at first she started dating him just to use him for information, but eventually, she falls for him too and has a change of heart. But before she can tell him he finds out some other way and feels really betrayed/upset. You don’t have to though, I just love your imagines and wanted to see you bring this idea to life! A/N: woot woot, this has been gathering dust in my drafts for so long. I really liked the concept but it took me a while to write something I was happy with because I’ve never really written angst much hehe but I tried my best!! I hope you enjoy Warnings: Swearing :> Word count: 2.8k

Masterlist!!

You still remember when you first joined the Titan Army. You were so undeniably naive and filled to the brim with unprecedented hate and resentment towards the gods. Towards your father, whoever he was. Towards the entirety of Olympus. Joining Kronos’ forces would mean that you could actually make a change, that you could actually amount to something. However, in a few short months, you would come to realize that that person was a fool. A dumb, dumb, fool.

You were eating breakfast when a satyr ran into the mess hall announcing the arrival of new demigods, two girls who were from the same school, but they didn’t seem to be siblings. Arriving at camp is a feat in it of itself but two demigods arriving at the same time was rare, to say the least. That wasn’t what was important, what was important was that the young halfbloods and their assigned satyr made it to camp safely.

You were there to greet them when they arrived, along with a handful of other campers and Chiron. They were bruised and bit shaken up but ultimately unharmed. Lucky, extremely lucky. They were healed and patched up and being the only camper in the Hermes cabin around, you were the one to lead them towards their temporary lodging.

You decided to tour them around camp a few hours after their arrival. You always enjoyed watching the easily impressed campers’ faces as you first show them the pegasi stables, the lava spewing climbing wall and all the other wonders the camp had to offer. You recall to when you still thought of camp to be paradise, a secret haven you never wanted to leave. But lately, it started to feel like a prison. Like you were a bird stuck in a cramped cage.

Later that evening, as the campers were gathering around the amphitheater, one of the girls from earlier was claimed by her godly parent. She was a child of Apollo. Her companion, later claimed that same week, a child of Hephaestus.

You were glad for the campers but every time someone was claimed, you couldn’t help the rage and envy bubbling inside you. Why? After all your years at camp, why doesn’t your father bother to claim you. Over the years, this feeling of hate just kept on festering and growing, until it completely engulfed your being.

It was no surprise for neither you nor Luke that you accepted his offer to join his side so wholeheartedly. It was your long awaited chance to get justice for you and the world, justice from the wretched gods.

What was a surprise however was that Luke didn’t want you to leave camp with him and his army. In fact, he wanted you to stay put.

This didn’t bode well for you. You were itching to leave, itching to go do something worthwhile, not to just rot at camp like you always have. But Luke was the boss, his word is law. You couldn’t do anything but comply with his instructions to be a spy for the Titan Army.

You stared contemplatively at the Big House as you sharpened your sword, your ears falling deaf of your cabinmates’ gossip about how Silena and Charles were caught making out in the strawberry fields.

You had been a spy for months now, gathering information and plans, and sending them off to Luke. But now, it wasn’t enough. You realized that every single detail of plans and courses of action weren’t disclosed to the average camper. The people that were entrusted with this information were the cabin counsellors, other important campers and staff members.

You pondered becoming the counsellor of the Hermes cabin before realizing that you couldn’t do that in a span of a few days. You grumbled and return your focus on sharpening your sword before your attention was once again drawn towards the big house.

A meeting had just ended. A dozen or so campers and staff members leave the big house, whispering amongst themselves, a serious look in their eyes. It’s evident that they were talking about something important. You were positively dying to know what it was.

The last people to leave was Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, who were discussing something with Chiron. Those two were undeniably the campers Chiron trusted the most. He’d never admit it, like how a parent would say they don’t have a favorite but secretly they really do.

The realization of what you have to do in order to get the information you needed hits you in a flash. You needed them. More specifically, you needed Percy Jackson.

The plan itself was simple and straightforward. It was inconspicuous and foolproof. You realized that you had to gain the trust of an important camper. Slowly, bit by bit, lowering their guard until you have them wrapped around your finger without them knowing it. They’d unconsciously tell you about their plans, their thoughts, and whatever info they could spill about the camp and Olympus, and you’d send this off to Luke and the army.

It was absolutely perfect.

Ideally, Annabeth would be this person. She was arguably the smartest camper and is the one who knows the most things regarding battle plans and strategies. But with that in mind, she might catch on to you and blow your cover. You decide that she may not be the best option, thus leading you to the next best one: Percy.

You know that Percy wasn’t an idiot, but he was certainly more softhearted than Annabeth. More extroverted and easier to befriend. He was an easier nut to crack. Asides from that, Percy was extremely loyal, once he trusts you, it takes a lot for him to take that trust away. You knew how much he tried to see the good in people, even when there really wasn’t.

You ignored the small pang of guilt you felt in your chest as you thought through your plan and force yourself to go to sleep.

“Hey! Jackson!” You call out, waving your hands out to him. “Can you lend me a hand?”

Percy jogs towards you and greets you goodnaturedly. You were surprised that he knew your name. He took in your drenched, cold state but didn’t say anything. “What’s up?”

You chuckle sheepishly and gesture towards the canoe a few feet into the lake. The water was still shallow, only reaching your knees. The canoe you were using earlier had tipped and water gathered into the it, making it start to sink. You tried to row back to the land as fast as you could but it kept on sinking until it got stuck on the sand. Well, that’s what it looks like anyways.

“--and now I can’t get it to budge.” You conclude, thoroughly embarrassed. “I’ve obviously never really done this much before.”

“It’s fine! I got it.” Percy smiled kindly and started to manipulate the water into pushing the canoe to the shore. “You shouldn’t have tried canoeing on your own if you’re this inexperienced, you could have drowned or something.”

You shrug and sigh glumly, kicking the sand around with your feet. “I just, wanted to be alone for a while I guess.” You avoided eye contact from the male but you could sense him watching you carefully. “It was stupid of me, I know, I’m sorry.”

The canoe was now back on land and dry, as if it wasn’t just submerged in the lake a few seconds ago.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Percy asked cautiously.

You looked up at him and stared at his sea green eyes. They were so soft and kind. Your chest panged once again, just like it did a few days ago, but you ignored it.

“I’d like that.”

After that day, you and Percy started to spend more and more time together. That day in the lake, you two sat on the dock as you told him about your struggles in camp, with your parents (both mortal and immortal), and with your concerns regarding the safety of the camp.

Percy was surprisingly a really good listener, and actually gave you really good advice. He actually even made you genuinely laugh a few times.

You two slowly started to hang out more, you would have lunch together, train together and just goof around.

All though you were just forcing yourself to hang out with him before, you slowly started not to dread seeing him. It didn’t feel like a chore to spend time with him anymore. You would never admit it, but you actually looked forward to when you would see the son of Poseidon next.

He wasn’t all that bad, in fact, he was actually really fun. He didn’t make you feel like an outsider, he actually listened to you and you listened to him.

He made you laugh, and momentarily forget your woes, your mission, that this was fake, that your friendship wasn’t real.

Over the weeks, and soon months, the pangs of guilt taking root into your heart and conscience just kept increasing in intensity and frequency. But you keep on ignoring it, you knew where your loyalties lie, you already picked your side.

“--okay this is really hard, why is this so hard? Oh my gods, what the hell?”

You place your hand on Percy’s shoulder and stop him from rambling even more. You two were on the docks again by the lake. It was a secluded area and where you two first got close, it was where you two usually met up.

“Calm down, dummy. What is it?”

Percy took in a deep breath and said softly. “I like you...”

You take in a sharp intake of breath and heart began to pound as your cheeks began to heat up. You felt...*happy.*

“Wha-what?” You mutter out, completely flabbergasted.

“I said I like you! And you don’t have to say anything else, I just wanted you to know because I’ve liked you for a while now. Even before we became close I already thought you were really pretty and I always wanted to talk to you so I was really glad that we became friends and---“

Percy’s rambling started to fade out as a background noise as you realized what this meant.

It felt as if a million thoughts were flying in your head. All contradicting each other, all colliding and butting heads.

Your brief moment of joy was replaced by the guilt, the regret, which was more intense than ever. Your heart pounded even more, but this time it hurt with every beat.

Tears prickled in your eyes. “I--I like you too.”

Percy’s rambling was cut off short, his cheeks too were dusted pink. “Really? Oh my gods, I can’t believe it, wait, why are you crying?”

You didn’t realize that your tears started to pour freely. “Are you okay?”

I’m sorry.

“I’m just really happy.”

I’m so sorry.

Percy grinned sheepishly and embraced you tightly. Which only made you feel worse as you cried silently into his shoulder.

You were now dating Percy Jackson. People congratulated you, patted you on the back and wished you two the best. You even started to get closer with Annabeth and Grover. Things were going great, they were unfolding just as the plan said it would, it was going better than expected actually. Yet, the dull ache in your chest never seemed to cease.

Even as Luke commended you for your work, praised you and made promises that would normally have make you ecstatic, the pain never stopped.

The only time it stopped was when you were with Percy. When he holds your hand, wraps you tightly in his arms, only then does it stop.

When he kisses you, and whispers sweet nothings, only then do you feel at ease. He made you forget, just as he did before you two were together.

You found yourself seeking out for him, even when you didn’t need any new info to pass through to Luke. You began to seek his presence, his touch, his love.

It was like a disease spreading throughout your being. A poison injected into your bloodstream and it was without a cure.

You started to love him.

With each passing day of genuinely loving him, the feeling of guilt and shame tripled. You were trapped, you dug your own grave.

You didn’t know how many times you cried yourself to sleep, or how many prayers you’ve offered to the gods. You just wished for all of this to be over.

When you were with Percy, you liked to pretend that you two were just regular people. Mortal people, with normal lives where all you had to worry about were college entrance exams and assignments. And everything was okay, for a moment, all that mattered was that you were with him, and that was enough.

The spell wore off when you were alone. And you’re back in reality again and the guilt comes back in waves, always increasing in strength with each one.

How could you be so foolish?

“Hey where’s Percy?” You ask around camp, most of the campers shrugged and told you they didn’t know. It was still early in the morning, he was usually out and about at this hour.

“He and a couple campers left a few hours ago.” A nymph answered as she stared at her reflection in the lake, stroking her hair absentmindedly. “Someone came and said they spotted a couple members of the Titan Army near camp.”

You pressed your lips together disappointedly and thanked the nymph. You spent the morning in the strawberry fields as you thought through your new, more morally ethical plan.

Your mind was clear for the first time in months and your chest ached less frequently. You hadn’t been this calm since before being with Percy.

You supposed that you had subconsciously chosen your true side when you started feeding Luke false information a few weeks ago. But now you truly accepted it, you knew what you had to do. It was only right.

You realized that Percy might not want to be with you anymore once you tell him the truth and although the thought of it hurt, you knew that it was for the best. He deserved better than you anyways.

He would hate you. Well...you supposed you deserved it. You had it coming after all.

A small part of you still hoped though, that he might forgive you, that he might still want to be with you...that maybe he might still love you.

You were sitting on the dock when the sun was about to set. You were absentmindedly flipping through an old manual written in ancient greek, your mind elsewhere, when someone began to approach you.

You quickly recognized the footsteps and jump up to greet Percy.

“You’re back! I was so worried about you, they said--“ You go to hug the male but he backed away.

His head was low, his jet black hair covering his face. You took in his disheveled appearance. His clothes were torn in places and singed in others. His leg was bandaged and his arms were covered in cuts and bruises. They stayed locked at his side, his fists were clenched and shaking slightly.

“Percy what’s wrong--“

“I know.” He says, practically whispering, his voice wavering. “They told me, they told me everything.”

“You what? What do you mean--?” His face whips up and you knew what he meant even before he said anything.

His eyes, which used to be filled with joy and affection when they were on you, were now wounded. The pain was evident, the betrayal in them as clear as day.

“How could you?!” He cries out, his voice loud and shaking. “We trusted you, I trusted you.”

You take a step forward, he takes one back. Your hand starts to move on their own, inching its way to wipe the hot tears from his face.

He slapped it away. “Don’t fucking touch me!” He spits out. His eyes, no longer pained, but cold and hard.

It hurt, not the slap, but the way he looked at you. Like you were the lowliest scum of the earth.

He finally sees you as you truly are. You thought bitterly to yourself. It’s what you deserve anyways.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Percy, please, I can explain.” You plead as tears began to flow freely down your cheeks. You were shaking now as well.

As much as you tried to plead with the son of Poseidon, you knew deep down that it was of no use. The damage was done. And you couldn’t do anything about it.

You couldn’t believe how much of a fool you were.

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humanmoodring-retired · 4 years ago

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Let the Right One In || Adam, Blanche, Connor, and Nadia(x2)

TIMING: Following this LOCATION: A clearing near Mooseventures PARTIES: @humanmoodring, @walker-journal, @connorspiracy, & @harlowhaunted SUMMARY: Adam, Connor, and Blanche have a final confrontation with Nadia and Cordelia. CONTENT: Emotional turmoil, non-con (forcefully tied up)

Sometimes, being alive was a bitch, Nadia was beginning to realize as the burly young man that had kidnapped her dragged her back to where she’d camped near that moose tour place. “Oh, you are on my shit list, motherfucker,” she snarled, attempting to struggle out of his grip. The strength just wasn’t quite there. “Do you hear me? My shit list. I will fuck you up.” Internally, she was panicking, not quite sure what was going on. She felt his determination, his resolve. She couldn’t tell where her panic ended and Nadia’s panic began, her host stirring at the corner of her mind as they were led to a clearing. Two other people waited for them, and Nadia struggled harder before she simply allowed her body to become a dead weight. Maybe she could slow him down, distract him. Hell, she’d take anything at this point. She just fucking needed to get away. Let her get away. “Please, stop. You’re hurting me.”

Adam held Nadia and the thing that was within her fast as he marched the possessed Empath into where he prayed Blanche and Connor had set up some kind of magic ghost-extractor wizard circle or whatever. “Alright uh...where do you guys want me to put her,” he said upon bursting in.

Blanche had gotten everything Connor had asked, and more. Actually, it was probably a little overkill. She let Connor set up the circle, while she carefully took the ropes and the obnoxious amount of iron weapons she had. Blanche still felt like this was a horrible idea, and she hadn’t made it a secret that’s how she felt. But Adam and Connor were also right - what else were they going to do? What else could they do? Cordelia couldn’t be allowed to just run rampant with Nadia’s body, she was hurting people and sinking Nadia into deeper shit. Blanche felt her heart sink into her stomach when she heard Adam and Nadia enter the clearing, Cordelia screaming the whole way. Her senses lit up immediately, and her head snapped up, guiltily. “The circle, Adam.” Blanche nodded towards it. “We … have restraints. And I have some iron for you, in case things get out of hand.” She stood, wiping her hands on her jeans, avoiding looking at Nadia. “Do you need me to set anything else up, Connor?”

“This isn’t usually the way I prefer to tie a girl up,” Connor said with a forced chuckle, humor attempting to cover his nerves. They had set up a crudely drawn symbol on the floor in salt that was supposed to help keep her contained and placed a camping cot on top of it. Once Adam had placed her there, he and Blanche started fastening the shackles to hold her in place. Connor’s forehead was already coated in sweat. “Please don’t let her stab us, okay?” he said, handing Adam a shotgun filled with rock salt rounds.”Those should stop her in case she does get out of the restraints.” Even touching a gun gave him an unpleasant twisting feeling in his gut. “And everyone wear one of these.” He handed Adam and Blanche an anti-possession bracelet; a knotted leather band with a vial of salt in the middle. “They’re not a hundred per cent, but they help.”

Fighting and screaming the entire way, Nadia was dragged into the fucking salt circle. That’s when the panic started to set in, her eyes casting wildly at the people around this. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you. When I get out of here, I swear to fucking--” The shackles snapped around her wrist, the iron shooting pain through her body that wasn’t physical but still hurt. She remembered the way it felt to grab the iron rod to stab Kaden, the feeling of part of herself splitting and tearing while still being trapped. She couldn’t leave if she wanted to. It felt like the temperature was lowering around her as her head rolled forward.

Nadia snapped her head up, looking around in a haze of panic and pain. She could feel the shackles, see the three figures around her. This was-- This was a nightmare. This was one of her worst nightmares, to be back there with them and the pain and the overwhelming sense of fear. But this wasn’t the same. She tried to focus, her eyes stinging with tears, tried to look at the people in front of her, finally recognizing one. “Blanche?” Minutely, Nadia felt a bit of relief.

Adam watched Nadia bounce between personas faster more radically then a politician trying to justify their voting record and was struck with a profound sense of unease. The Hunter had been conditioned to face down hungry corpses and mind-bending tentacle things, but those were at least quantifiable and something he could punch in the mandibles. Just watching this invisible battle within an innocent woman’s body made his skin crawl.

He looked down at the shotgun armed with rock-salt payloads that Connor had given him. It’s weight and familiarity was reassuring his hands, but in a way that made Adam guiltily conscious that this was probably wasn’t a good thing.

Adam glanced at Blanche, fighting down the urge to apologize for pushing for this exorcism when he was the least qualified person in this room on things spiritualism-related. He could only guess how awful this whole experience must be after her own period of possession. Adam had been raised to fight past traumatic experiences through repeated exposure, but that was just necessary to make a Hunter. He really hated the thought that he was basically forcing all that on someone else, a friend at that, even if some cold bastard part of his brain acknowledged that it might be necessary here.

His freehand itches at the salt-vial bracelet on his wrist, briefly wondering at the commonality between himself and Connor, in that they were both willing to risk themselves for people they didn’t know. The sinister difference being that Adam would be obligated to destroy or suppress Connor’s work if it actually threatened to expose the supernatural. What gave Adam of all the people the right to drag Connor into this?

‘Necessity,’ mom would have probably said. That always seemed to be the answer didn’t it?

“So what do we need to start this? Where do you want us Connor?”

Blanche winced at Cordelia screamed the whole way, frantically trying to snap the shackles into place, before grabbing the salt bracelet with trembling hands. She was thoroughly terrified, Blanche realized, as she shakily fiddled with the clasp around her wrist. How traumatic would this be for Nadia? The bad feeling gnawed at her insides, and she was struggling to figure out if it was just her fear and anxiety or if this was truly a horrible idea. Probably a mixture of both. Blanche glanced at Adam as the shotgun was passed off. She opened her mouth, as if to say something to him, but she realized she couldn't trust herself to speak. She had no words of encouragement, and the only thing Blanche could hold onto was the hope that Nadia could fight through this.

And then Nadia said her name. Blanche’s eyes snapped to her, truly looking at her for the first time since Adam dragged her in here. She couldn't even imagine what Nadia was going through. Lauren Langley has only taken possession of her for a short time, and thinking about that experience made her sick to her stomach. This was bad. Cordelia and Nadia faded in and out, and Blanche grimaced, remembering her own battle for control with Lauren. She dropped to her knees by Nadia’s side, reaching for her hand before stopping, thinking better of it. “Hi Nadia. It’s Blanche. It’s okay. It’s okay, I promise. This is Connor and Adam.” She spoke quickly and softly, unsure when Cordelia would take control again. “They’re here to help, okay? We’re going to help you.” Blanche glanced at Connor. “Do you need me to back up? Or can I stay with her?”

"Just, uh, stand so we're all evenly spread out around the clearing, just in case she manages to get out." She shouldn't be able to get out, Connor told himself, but bloody hell, it wasn't as if any of these methods were foolproof. Shit happened. Shit had already happened to this poor girl for far too long, and he wasn't exactly an expert at this. His bravado only went so far.

"Nadia," Connor said, trying to get her attention. "Hey, look at me. You don't know me, but I'm going to help you, okay? Just hold on for me. Just focus. Stay strong." He couldn't afford to let her see anything but confidence. He couldn't afford for Adam and Blanche to see it either. Hell, Adam had interviewed him for this bloody position. Their friend's life was in his hands. "You can stay close, but not too close, okay?" He said to Blanche. "If Cordelia is the dominant personality, we don't want to give her any chance of hurting you."

Connor. Adam. Blanche. Nadia said the names over and over again in her head until they blurred together. They wouldn’t hurt her. They wouldn’t hurt her. They wouldn’t. The shackles hurt, the exorcism was going to hurt, but if it freed her from this, this fractured, uncontrollable state where every time she tried to take control, it just seemed to make things worse. Whatever the cost, that would be worth it. “I trust you,” she whispered to Blanche, though she was focusing all of her energy on Connor’s confidence, however false it might be. He seemed far more confident than the last three exorcists she’d met, and they’d done quite a number on her. She had to trust that. She couldn’t panic or scream or focus on the storm that was raging inside of her, controlled by an angry vengeful spirit that, at the moment, only wanted out so that she could harm and take and--

Nadia screamed again, jerking at the shackles no matter how much it pained her to do so. Her lips curled up into a snarl. “You’re going to kill us,” she yelled. The wind was beginning to pick up around them. She laughed, more than a bit hysterical. “You’re going to kill her, and then I’m just going to have to find another fucking body because of how badly you’re all going to screw. This. Up! Let me go!” Another strong yank on the chains. She cried out in pain. That didn’t stop her from fighting. “Let me go!”

Adam stood as directed, wondering if these rock-salt bullets were really supposed to hurt a ghost. Though his face was stonily impassive as Nadia flipped against into the person of the thing inside of her, Adam’s stomach knotted from a profound sense of wrongness. He’d been able to feel the presence of monsters his whole life, experiencing sudden feelings of horror and revulsion towards random people on the street before his parents carefully explained why some people ‘felt like danger.’.Nothing about Nadia registered to his Hunter vibes even as it was clear something was tearing her apartment from the inside.

I trust you. The words hung heavily on Blanche’s shoulders as guilt gnawed at her - Nadia trusted her judgement, and Blanche still wasn’t sold that this was a good idea in the first place. But Connor hadn’t been wrong - they couldn’t let this go on… It just depended on what risk sucked less. Blanche flinched away from Nadia as Cordelia took the reins again. There was a part of her that wanted to soothe them both - as was her responsibility as a medium. But there was nothing soothing Cordelia. What was there to say to someone that couldn’t accept their own death? She just said that if Nadia died, she would find another body to inhabit. There was hypocrisy in her own thought process, considering Blanche had taken part in necromancy. She knew that, but… Well. Blanche certainly wasn’t willing to bring someone back that had caused her friend so much pain. Cordelia needed to move on while she still could - Blanche had told her the risk of becoming a poltergeist. She didn’t think that Cordelia fully understood that she would lose her sense of self, letting anger and resentment fester in her. Connor was outwardly more confident than Blanche felt as she quietly got back to her feet, stepping backward back to her bag where she could grab her iron rod. She hovered over Nadia, glancing towards Connor. “We’re ready to go,” she said, over Nadia’s screaming. It was now or never, anyway.

The way she changed on him, the way she screamed, it made Connor's throat dry, made his chest tighten and stomach twist unpleasantly. "Shut it," he said, firmly. "You'll say anything to keep your hold on her." He swallowed, looking to Blanche and Adam, making sure everyone was prepared. How could you really be prepared though when you didn't know what was going to happen? An exorcism was like stepping into a boxing ring. You could do all the training in the world, and your opponent could throw something at you that you weren't expecting, forcing you into a new strategy mid-fight. "We're ready," he repeated, clutching onto his totem to channel his energy as he started reciting the words.

“You’re a fucking child,” Nadia snarled at the boy as he began chanting, taking a special kind of glee in his emotions before she stopped feeling emotions entirely. Instead it was just pain, an awful ripping feeling as forces beyond her control tried to tear her soul from Nadia’s. She felt like she was unravelling thread. No. No. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t going to happen. Something in Nadia was howling like the wind around them as it picked up speed, as the chanting grew louder. All she could think about was her fury over this, even as she felt Nadia’s soul gaining more agency, more freedom. Their connection was dying. She felt like she was dying. “She screamed!” Nadia told Blanche desperately. “You heard that fucking banshee scream. You’re killing us!” And fuck, fuck, their body was choking on the pain of it all, their heart stopping and starting erratically as their souls fought. And she could feel it, the way Nadia was fighting desperately and likely without even realizing it, just like the first time. Except this wasn’t like the first time. It wasn’t going to be like the fucking first time ever again. Nadia closed her eyes and screamed.

It felt like something was snapping, and then Nadia opened her eyes, looked around to the three figures around her as she had control over herself, for real this time. The sense of relief that she felt was overpowering. She couldn’t even feel the three other people around her. She couldn’t feel anything, actually, not their emotions or her heart beat or even the furious wind ruffling through her hair. In fact, the wind had no effect on her at all, even as she watched it tug at the hair and clothes of Adam, Blanche, and Connor. But it did tug at her hair. Just not in the way she hoped.

If Nadia had a stomach, it would be sinking as she stared into her own eyes. They glared passed her, filled with hate and then a sick sense of glee. Because something had gone horribly, horribly wrong. The exorcism had worked. There was only one soul still in her body. Too bad it was the wrong fucking soul.

Nadia began laughing wildly as soon as she realized what happened. These fucking children… they’d helped her win. She could see Nadia standing in front of her, a fucking mirror image. Except she’d never looked that horrified. Something in her had changed. She felt powerful, on top of the world. And yet her body felt pushed to the limits. Well, she was about to push it even more. With a burst of energy that she couldn’t explain, she pushed out a force of energy, snapping the shackles around her wrist and breaking the circle around her. She stood, wind blowing her hair around her madly, and she grinned at the kids, at the ghost of Nadia Diaz. “Looks like you killed her after all. Your move, kids.”

Adam, who couldn’t see ghosts, had watched the proceedings with uncomprehending eyes as this woman shrieked and convulved while Connor made it all windy with Latin.

No joke, it was definitely impressive and genuinely eerie in a way that brought on goosebumps, but it was pretty clear that he only saw half the story here. Ethereal energies seemed to tear at the physical space within the circle, Connor’s resonant chant bringing forces to bear in a world beyond Adam’s perception. The Hunter’s brown eyes darted between the two wills doing battle in this otherworldly gale, unsure if the shrieking and Twister vibes were a good sign.

It was only when the twisted remains of the shackles clattered to the concrete by his feet that Adam started to get some real bad vibes. “Killed her,” he shouted over the wind, “so the spirit’s out of her?”

Her stony expression didn’t at all as she watched the exorcism with a sort of morbid fascination - like watching a car crash, almost. Blanche had only seen one other exorcism before, but she had sort of been paying attention to other things - like the demented house that wanted to eat her and Morgan, while Cassie got rid of it. This was worse, though. Cordelia fought tooth and nail to keep Nadia’s body. She should feel more empathy for her, Blanche knew, but it was so hard when Cordelia had done such terrible things to the people she loved. Granny would chide her, probably. But as Cordelia’s (Nadia’s?) scream ripped through the air, she was jekred out of her thoughts, narrowing her eyes as she felt the shift of power.

Blanche’s stomach twisted into a cold terror, ice in her veins as she felt Cordelia cross the threshold. Her skin crawled with the same intensity Lauren Langley’s spirit form gave her, and Blanche realized that Cordelia had turned into a poltergeist. I told you. Blanche wanted to snarl. I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen to me! But the words were caught in her throat as the wind howled hardly hearing Adam’s words. She looked between Nadia and Nadia’s body. Her heart sank.

“He exorcised the wrong spirit…” Blanche said faintly. “He - He exorcised the wrong spirit!” Her voice rose in volume, matching Adam’s shout as she whirled on Connor, breaking the circle. “I told you! I told you she wasn’t strong enough!! - Put Nadia back in her body!” Blanche pointed at Nadia - her spirit, that is. “Put her back! You have to -” Oh shit. What the hell were they going to do with Nadia - er, Cordelia now?! Her head snapped to Cordelia, and Blanche took another step forward, practically seeing red. “Don’t move!” she snarled. She would fight her herself if she had to. Cordelia wasn’t making another fucking move.

Connor's blood was ice. He didn't know what Banshee she was talking about, or why she'd screamed, but the idea chilled him to the bone. What if she was right? What if he was killing her? No, he told himself. That was exactly what the ghost wanted them to think. She wanted to get into their heads, get them off-guard. 'Don't listen!' he wanted to say, but he just continued with the recital.

The scream tore through the clearing. Nobody was there to hear it but them, and still it seemed to bounce off the surrounding trees in a preternatural echo-chamber, making Connor's very bones vibrate. Then, just as quickly as it had got loud, it was quiet again, as if the micro-storm brewing around them had suddenly died. Then, he heard the ghost speak. 'You've killed her after all'. His eyes widened, and he threw a handful of salt at Not-Nadia's body in his anger. "Shut up! She's not dead. She's--" He stared at Blanche. "She's not. She can't be." And then, he saw her, floating there. "Oh, bloody hell." He held up his hands defensively. “It wasn’t my fault, okay? I did everything like I was supposed to!” But it wasn’t him Blanche was ready to fight. “Don’t! Nadia still needs a body to go back to.”

This, Nadia decided, was what it felt like to be all powerful. She felt like she was on top of the world. It was exhilarating. It was dizzying. It was… a child, throwing salt at her like she was a goddamn snail. “Wrong fucking answer.” God, though, she felt fucking amazing. There was nothing more than static where a host was supposed to be, she had full control. Shit, this was it. This was winning. “I think I’m done here. I appreciate all the help, really.” She shot Blanche a savage grin. “Couldn’t have done this one without you, Melinda.” With a burst of telekinetic energy at the three unsuspecting kids, Nadia walked through the broken circle and out to freedom. She walked through the ghost of Nadia Diaz, now nothing more than a mere presence. She should’ve learned not to fight her. She should have learned. Nadia always won, in the end.

Nadia gasped as her own body walked though her as if she was nothing. It didn’t feel like anything, but the sense of discomfort lingered. She couldn’t focus on it. “Just let-- fuck! Just let her go! Blanche, she’ll kill you! She’ll kill you!” And she would. Nadia wasn’t even in her body to put up a shred of resistance. The ghost, Cordelia, Janet, whatever she wanted to be called, something was wrong with her now, and Nadia feared what would happen to them if they tried to stop her. She was on a warpath, and Adam, Blanche, and Conner were just kids. There was no way they could take her on. “Please!”

While Adam figured he could kill this thing if he really had to, the Hunter didn’t raise up the shotgun. Killing a possessed person was honestly terrority he’d never thought about before. If this really was an empty vessel with a monster inside it...maybe? The actual exorcist here didn’t want them to harm the body though, which stopped Adam from beginning to unload shotgun rounds into what was essentially stolen property.

If Adam had been along he might’ve totally gone for it, but the cold tactical logic the Hunter had been raised with figured that Blanche or Connor would probably die or close to it in that altercation. Their defensive magic was broken. Blanche was unfocused. Connor was probably tapped out. The Nadia-thing had crazy telekinetic powers in a warehouse with ample bits of rebar to impale people with. Adam wasn’t going to start trading lives here.

But uh, Blanche might make that decision for them in a second here.

“Harlow,” Adam pleaded, knowing he couldn’t actually stop Blanche if she went full Jedi mode here. “We can’t fight her here like this. We’ll figure out another way.”

Out of the three voices begging Blanche to stop, Nadia was the only one she had enough sense to listen too. Cordelia’s telekinetic blast had her disoriented, and now she was staring, eyes wide at the disembodied Nadia with new found horror. And then Blanche realized just how angry she actually was. It wasn’t entirely their fault, Blanche wasn’t being fair and she was angry at herself too. Not to mention the lingering feeling of anger from the Winn situation… She ripped her gaze from Nadia, a cold glare on her face as she looked between Adam and Connor, too angry to even speak for a second.

“I told you.” Blanche’s tone almost didn’t sound like her own, it was cold as ice and shaking with fury. “Both of you. I told you this was a bad idea. That we should have thought about this! And now Nadia is like that -” Blanche pointed at the empty spot where Nadia stood. “- and Cordelia has gone full poltergeist! Her spirit has to be destroyed! I'm supposed to prevent that!! She could have moved on. She could have - And Nadia, she’s - She’s - And - And -” Her face turned red and splotchy in anger, her voice rising in pitch and volume, before she had to turn away because her eyes filled with tears. She was going to cry and she would be damned before she did that in front of them. Blanche looked at Nadia, her features softening.

“I’m taking the wards down from my apartment,” she announced, wiping her eyes in disgust. “Nadia, you can stay at my place until we get this sorted out - Until I figure out how to fix this, okay? It’s going to be okay. I'll figure it out, no matter what. I promise.”

Connor stood, staring at the poor ghost of a girl who wasn’t even dead. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. They remained on her, frozen and apologetic for what felt like minutes before Blanche’s exclamations drew him back in. He was replaying every syllable of the exorcism in his head, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong. “I’m sorry,” he said, almost desperately. He hadn’t been an exorcist long enough for anything to go this wrong before, which was all the more proof that he’d been in over his head.

“It shouldn’t have happened like this. It was her! Cordelia, she did something. She… she messed it up.” He turned back to Nadia. “We’ll fix it, okay? I’m so… so sorry.” He needed to make it right. That Kaden guy was going to kill him. Maybe Blanche was going to kill him too. He’d wanted to help, to make sure she got her friend back, make everything normal again. Now, everything was way, way worse.

“Blanche, please,” Nadia said, trying to stop the arguments before they fully began. She watched her body disappear into the distance, leaving the rest of her behind. This was, truly, a nightmare, but she didn’t think that blaming anybody for what happened was going to fix things. “No one could have known that,” she looked down at herself, “this-- I mean, you can’t plan for this. I was-- Fuck, I was too fucking weak to even-- And now--” She looked at Connor, and she could tell he meant what he said, even if she couldn’t feel it. That was the strangest part of this, the absence of feeling anything beyond herself. “You couldn’t have known, and you tried to help me. Thank you. I’m serious. Thank you. At least you tried.” She didn’t know how this could be fixed, she realized. This was a lot worse than exorcising someone who’d been in control of a body for six years. This was putting someone else back in while taking another out at the same time.

When Blanche mentioned the wards in her apartment, Nadia’s eyes widened. “Like hell. Those protect you. Absolutely not.” If it was possible, she knew a knot would be forming in her throat, choking her. As it was, she just felt an overwhelming sense of panic. “You’re not doing that just because-- No. Alright? No.”

Adam had been in the supernatural world long enough to not ask questions when his friends suddenly started talking to empty air.

He coughed, clicking the shotgun’s safety back on. “Gonna bring the car around, we can load things but up in there,” Adam said before vanishing out one of the side doors.

Blanche shot Connor an icy look at his desperate apologies, not wanting to hear it. Adam left to go pull the damn car around, and Blanche was just happy her jeep was parked nearby and she didn’t have to suffer through an awkward ride back. She looked back at Nadia, shaking her head. “I’m taking the wards down temporarily. Once this is fixed, I’ll put them back up. But you should have somewhere safe to stay when you’re like this.” God, what was she going to tell Kaden. A lump rose in her throat then, her eyes burning. She blinked back tears, the anger diffusing into anguish as she refused to look at Connor. “Nadia?” Blanche said, quietly. “I’ll do anything to fix this, okay? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I let this happen.” Nadia trusted her. Blanche looked at Nadia’s spirit, blurry from tears threatening to spill over. She cleared her throat, before going to gather her supplies. “You can come back with me, okay?” Blanche looked over her shoulder. “And I can… help you figure things out.” Blanche glanced over at Connor, her look softer than it had been before. She opened her mouth, perhaps to say something helpful… But then she thought better of it, not trusting herself. “We have to get out of here before she comes back to finish us off.” Blanche said finally. “Let’s go.”

Connor stood in quiet disbelief as Nadia thanked him. Man, this sucked. It'd suck either way, but he could tell she was a good person. She was just so bloody appreciative of his failed attempt. So bloody appreciative that it almost made him want to scream. No, it's not okay, I let you down! Instead, he just stood and looked at her as if unsure whether to open his mouth or not. Eventually, he broke eye contact, nodding and looking down to the mess of chalk outlines and candles. "I should get this cleaned up."

Despite the fact that Blanche and Conner were the ones apologizing, Nadia felt like she should be saying sorry. She was the one that started all of this. It wasn’t on anyone but her that things went as sideways as they did. Somehow, once again, three people that should have never gotten involved in her problems were trying to clean up her mess, and it had failed spectacularly. That was on her. If Nadia had just been a bit stronger, if she’d fought a little harder. And now everything was fucked. “You shouldn’t be in the position to have to fix anything, Blanche,” she said quietly, bitterly, but she wasn’t going to push this. She looked at Adam’s retreating figure and then at Conner, “Please tell him I said thank you.” She moved to try and help pick something up before her hand simply passed through a candle. God, she was useless. She was dead, at least in a sense. Not a person with a body, just a bundle of feelings and thoughts and so many fucking feelings that couldn’t even pick up a candle. Unable to do anything, she just followed Blanche to her Jeep. She’d have to make sure that the younger girl put the wards back up if Nadia ever decided to leave. She wasn’t going to make a nuisance of herself, either. The last thing she wanted to do was end up haunting someone.

#let the right one in #chatzy: adam walker #chatzy: blanche harlow #chatzy: connor piers #not!nadia #:-----)

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A Creep in the Bushes

Steve Harrington x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1528 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is Dustin’s big sister, who Steve reconnects with in the mall and instantly falls for. The only problem is, that he can’t actually talk to her without being a creep.

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Steve Harrington felt like an idiot with a pair of binoculars held up to his face. He was crouching behind a plastic bush in the mall, sitting next to a middle-schooler.

Yep, graduation had definitely been kind to him.

"Do you see anything?" Dustin asked, for what had to have been the fifth time today. In truth, Steve wasn't even looking. He couldn't have cared less if there was Russian spies around, there was nothing of interest in this mall.

...or so he thought.

Just as Steve was about to give up on his job and go back to Scoops, he found something he hadn't known he was looking for. Right there in the middle of the mall, you were sitting there, having a milkshake.

He didn't even know you were back in town, though he should have connected the dots. You had went with Dustin to summer camp to work as a counselor and keep an eye on him.

Still, you were so beautiful. Even more beautiful than he'd ever seen you, you looked so happy and so relaxed. It would seem that graduation had given you something that Steve just didn't have…

Freedom.

You had some kind of comic in your free hand, laughing at something. It was probably Archie, if Steve knew any better. That had been your favorite for quite some time and it wouldn't have surprised him if you had one now.

"Steve? Earth to Steve?!" Dustin's voice came again, and after a little bit of hesitation, Steve dropped the binoculars and turned his attention toward the smaller boy. "Did your sister get a haircut?" he asked, without even meaning to.

If Steve was smarter, he would have kept it to himself but he and Dustin were buds and nothing was going to change that...not even a crush on you, his big sister.

He had always had a crush on you, in truth, but kept himself at bay because you were never in the same social class. Steve was popular and could only be seen with popular girls and you just weren't that.

However, now that he'd graduated and was free to do so, all Steve could think about was making you his. No matter what it took, he was sure that with a little small talk and a few well placed smiles, you would be all his and no one else's.

Lucky for him, he had the one thing in the world that could help him get you. Your kid brother Dusty.

"I have no idea, maybe" he laughed, not sure what brought this out of the man. He had no clue why Steve would care if you got a haircut or not, but something had set an alarm off in his head so Dustin didn't ask any questions.

Steve was kind of a weird guy, and Dustin moved on almost as soon as the words fell from his friend’s lips. Perhaps if that was the extent of his questions, it wouldn’t have bothered him…

Except it wasn’t.

Every time the opportunity presented itself, Steve was asking about you. It was everything from your favorite board game to your favorite kind of socks.

He was so desperate to just learn anything he could about you.

Obviously it would have been unreasonable to just ask you himself, Steve wasn’t some kind of creep. The best way he could think of to familiarize himself with you was go through Dustin.

At least that way he couldn’t make himself look like a total idiot in front of you.

It was a foolproof plan, or it would have been if your brother would have complied. It only took a few hours but before long, Dustin had caught on to what Steve was doing and he wasn’t amused.

“Dude, just go talk to her...damn” he scoffed, taking his binoculars back from the man and heading off to continue their Russian hunting mission. It was clear that Steve’s head wasn’t in the mission and the last thing Dustin needed right now was collateral damage to their cause.

He could join up again once he got his head back in the game.

So getting information out of your brother hadn't been as fool proof a plan as Steve had thought, but it wasn't a total bust. At least now he had a bit of free time to talk to you, if he could work up the nerve.

He wasn't even sure why the task seemed so daunting. Normally, he could talk to any girl, even if he knew they were going to reject him. But that clearly wasn't the case with you...for whatever reason.

Still, something about the idea of not talking to you about anything for so long, was going to drive him crazy.

Steve had made up his mind, he needed to talk to you.

Now he just had to find a topic that was going to be appropriate. It needed to break the ice, while not being awkward and leading into further conversation. He only knew one thing for sure; whatever it was, it had to be perfect.

He was only going to get one chance with a girl like you, and he wasn't going to blow it.

“H-hey Y/N, how are you?” He asked, sliding in beside you in your booth. He had meant for it to be much smoother but you didn’t seem bothered by his slightly more awkward nature.

Instead, you smiled.

“Hi Steve, I’m good, how are you?” You wondered, grinning at him with your bright eyes sparkling. You were so beautiful and it was only natural that he be nervous around you.

So nervous in fact, that he had hardly heard your question.

Hardly.

“I’m doing okay, getting ready to head to work” he shrugged, gesturing down to the silly sailors get-up he was wearing. You hadn’t questioned it in the entire time he’d been sitting here, but that didn’t really surprise him.

You just kind of let him exist, without ever asking him questions about it and he liked it. “Yeah? That should be a good time” you smiled, you had been so excited for him when you heard the he’d gotten a job.

He hadn’t really talked about doing anything out of high school, but it was good that he was doing something with his time.

However, the conversation about his job gave him an idea.

There was one way that you two could bond over something that he knew you enjoyed, for a fact. You had always been a huge ice cream fan, and he happened to work in a building that was chock full of all different kinds.

It was just a matter of inviting you to spend time with him.

“Do you want to come with me? You can try as many flavors as you want” he grinned, inticing you with a teasing tone in his voice. If there was one thing that Steve knew about you, it was that you couldn’t pass up a good time.

You didn’t have it in you. Besides, when it came to the smiling boy at your side, it was hard to say no.

So instead, you nodded.

It couldn’t hurt to just spend some time with him and get some yummy ice cream at the same time. Who knows, maybe it would be one of the best times you’d had in a while?

As soon as you entered Scoops, the air developed a distinct sugary quality that reminded you of outings with your family when you were young.

However, there was one thing that was different from all those years ago...now you were standing side by side with Steve Harrington.

The two of you had changed a lot in that time but it didn’t matter. All you could think about now was hanging out with him and having a good time.

“What do you think?” he asked, grinning at you as if he’d just unearthed the greatest secret of all time.

You smiled, looking around at the nautical theme of the place. It was really funny to you that Steve had ended up working here, of all places.

“It’s great in here, but I believe I was promised as many flavors as I wanted” you grinned, your own smile bringing a laugh from the man.

Never in his life did he think he’d be here with you.

You two had known each other all your lives, but at some point, it had all changed. There was something about you that drew him in and he would have done anything to see that smile.

So, he took your hand in his own and without a word, lead you to the back room where they kept all the tubs of ice cream.

There were more flavors than you’d ever seen but picking a couple was going to be quite the task.

However, Steve seemed more than happy to help you choose and before long, you two were full of sugar and just enjoying one another’s company...

Now, there was only one thing left to consider-

How were you and Steve supposed to tell Dustin what you’d been doing all afternoon?

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jasontoddiefor · 5 years ago

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@darkmagyk I typed this on my phone so excuse my mistakes.

When Percy had first arrived at Camp, Luke hadn’t let him, any of the kids really, get away from it all. Demigods left to their own devices, plagued by memories disguised as nightmares, were dangerous.

Whenever Percy had seen Luke, he had been busy talking to someone.

In the past few days, ever since Annabeth and him had stolen Luke away for yet another war, he hadn’t said much. No grand speeches or declarations, not even when Annabeth and him laid out all their secrets.

“I almost killed a goddess,” Percy admitted. “Didn’t even need a weapon.”

Luke snorted, then he smiled soft and warm like it hadn’t been the most terrifying discovery made in Tartarus.

“This is really not all that surprising,” Luke answered. “I always knew you were going to be too much.”

Annabeth hummed in agreement, still typing away on her laptop with one hand, while keeping ahold of a plate of blue cookies. They must look quite domestic to outsiders, Percy and Luke both sitting at one side of of the sofa while Annabeth was lying between them, her head on Percy’s lap and her feet pushed beneath Luke’s legs.

“How many do you think will see it coming?” Annabeth asked.

“With you planning? No one. Which begs the question: What did you bring me back for? You’ve been working on this for too long to not already have a foolproof plan for storming the Olymp. You carried the weight of the sky. You do not need me.”

This might be the closest Luke had come outright asking them about their intentions and Percy didn’t know what to say without sounding like a selfish child.

“We want you here.”

Annabeth has stopped typing and closed her laptop. She put it on the coffee table together with the plate of cookies and sat up abruptly. Percy thought that if he had to pick what he first fell in love with, it must have been Annabeth’s eyes. They always reminded Percy of raging storms. Even when she was tired because the nightmares had kept them up again and jokes about stealing their parents’ symbols of power had turned into this.

“We just want you here,” Annabeth repeated. “Isn’t that enough?”

It shouldn’t be. Percy knew that it shouldn’t be enough for anyone except him maybe, but his fatal flaw was loyalty anyway.

Luke mustered the two of them, then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, the exhaustion of the past days had made way for something different, familiar, dangerous.

Welcoming.

“Tell me what you’ve got so far,” Luke said.

(The Gods didn’t stand a chance.)

So, did I get what you want right?

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81scorp · 5 years ago

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From the diary of Angela Baker

(Originally posted on Deviantart Oct 30, 2017)

Warning: This fanfic contains SPOILERS for the 1983 horrorfilm Sleepaway Camp directed by Robert Hiltzik.

---------------------------------------- Dear Diary My name is Angela Baker and I... have lived an interesting life. When I was little my dad and brother Peter died in a motorboat accident. It scarred me mentally and the next eight years was a very hard time in my life. I was adopted not long after the accident and lived with my aunt, Dr. Martha Thomas, and my cousin Ricky. My aunt is actually very nice and positive... a little TOO positive. She`s kinda like Snow white... if Snow white was a stepford wife who had taken too much Prozac. My cousin Ricky is OK, he always looks after me. Anyway, after having been raised and homeschooled by my quirky aunt for eight years She thought it was a good idea to send Ricky and me away to summercamp. She thought it might help me come out of my shell since I had been very introverted for all those years. Summercamp was not as bad as I had feared, I met some nice people and started to open up a bit.Then people started to die.At first the deaths seemed to be accidents, but then it became clear that they weren`t. To make a long story short, the killer was caught and I turned out to be a guy.I should probably go back to the beginning and explain a few things.I remember when I first met my aunt Martha she was so optimistic of having a new kid in the house. I don`t remember everything she said, but the gist of it was that she had always wanted a girl. I remember the last thing that she said very clearly though. "Angela... Such a lovely name... Why I believe it means Angel! Why yes I`m sure it does! I know you`re going to like that name. Won`t you Peter?" So... the part where I said that my brother Peter died? Change it to "sister Angela" and you have the correct picture. My aunt liked my sister more, but since she was gone my aunt decided to take advantage of my traumatized psyche and raise me as a girl in her place. And the killer? That was me, I killed all those people. In my defense though, most of those people were mean to me. Anyway, I was sent to an insane asylum... for about a couple of months. One of the doctors declared me sane and let me out. To be honest, I don´t think I was fully cured, but I guess they just needed the extra bed. I wasn`t the only one he let out. There was another guy who was older than me (old enough to be my dad). He and I discussed what we were gonna do now that our old lives had ended and our new lives just begun. To (once again) make a long story short: he is now my new legal guardian. I like him a lot more than my aunt Martha. Sure, she was nice and all but that lady was crazy! This new guy is mental health personified compared to her! He runs a motel and his name is Norman, Norman Bates. I call him "Uncle Norm".He is nice and, like I said earlier, WAY more balanced than aunt Martha but there is one downside to living in the same house as him. His mom. I`ve never met her but I can sometimes hear her voice through the walls. She shouts a lot and says such awful things to Uncle Norm when they`re in the same room. Poor guy, he doesn`t deserve her treatment. Sure, she has her moments when she treats him with kindness, but those moments are few. Maybe I could take care of her like I did to those mean people at summercamp? I could make it look like an accident. But that will have to wait for another day. The doctor that declared me sane helped me get in contact with a guy who can provide me with estrogen. I`m going through puberty and I`ve done this Angela thing for so long that going back to living as a guy again would just feel weird. Another thing I`m not gonna go back to is being homeschooled. That`s right, I`m gonna start going to public school a week from today. If I`m gonna learn to be more social and open up I need to spend time with real people. When it`s gymclass I`ll just do what I did at summercamp: not shower with the other girls, just wait till they`re done. Completly foolproof. Just think about it, my first day at a real high school, one week from today! Eek! I`m so excited!

Peace. Angela

- - - - - - It`s been one week since I started high school today. Forks High School to be precise. Not as great and exciting as I hoped it would be, but, thank god, not as horrible as I had feared.I`ve made some friends. Their names are Jessica Stanley, Tyler Crowley, Mike Newton, Angela Weber and Bella Swan. It was very easy to build a circle of friends. All it took for me was to befriend Jessica and she introduced me to the rest. They`re all fun to hang around with... except Bella. She`s not a mean person or anything but she seems very disinterested in hanging with the group. Then there`s this weird guy who doesn`t come to school every day, only the cloudy days. He has pale skin, a stupid haircut (What`s the deal with his hair? Who would willingly style their hair like that?) and looks, for lack of a better word, almost vampiric. I don`t like the way he looks at me. I heard from Jessica that his name is Edward. Edward Cullen.

- - - - - - I almost died today.I was standing at my school`s parkinglot and some guy who was in a hurry lost control of his car. I was almost crushed between his car and one that was parked behind me. But then that Edward Cullen guy showed up out of nowhere, grabbed me and stopped the car from slamming in to me. At least that what I think happened. Everything happened so fast and when I finally realized that I had been just a second away from death he was gone. All that was left was a big dent in the door of the car and it`s driver wondering if I was OK.If that really was Edward then there`s more to him than meets the eye, and maybe he`s not as bad as I thought he was.

- - - - - - I take back everything nice I`ve ever said about Edward Cullen. It has been one week since he saved me from being crushed by that car and after that he has only gotten more interested in me. He stares at me, follows me around, appears mysteriously out of nowhere one second and disappears without a trace the next. I think he even snuck into my bedroom and watched me when I was asleep. He scares me. I`m afraid that he`ll find out about my secret. Then again, maybe he already knows and has no problems with it. The guy IS supernatural after all, it`s possible that maybe he has supersmell and can smell the small amount of male hormones I have. But that leads me to the other thing about him that scares me: He`s a stalker with superhuman speed and strength, and I`m just an ordinary mortal. If I want to get rid of him he`ll see me coming and stop me before I`ve even been able to scratch his skin. I`m scared. So scared.

I felt I had to tell someone. It may not get rid of Edward but at least I won`t feel alone, so I decided to tell our school`s guidance counselor miss Summers. I don`t know her first name but I`m sure it starts with a B and ends with a Y. It`s either Betty or Buffy. She`s a little younger than most of the teachers at school, probably in her early twenties, and is a real good listener. I told her about Edward but I left out the part about him having superpowers. I described him as "that pale guy with a creepy stare, stupid haircut, really stupid haircut" and I also mentioned "almost vampiric". I`m not sure but I think I noticed something in her eyes when I mentioned that last part. She told me not to worry and that she would keep an eye on him. I hope that`s enough. - - - - - - It has now been two weeks since the last time I wrote and there has been no sign of Edward Cullen in the school or even in the entire town. Whatever it was that miss Summers did it sure was effective. Turns out that thing that happened to me, being saved from a car by Edward only to be spied on by him later, happened to another girl a month before me. The girl in question was one of my classmates, Bella Swan. Now that Edward`s gone Bella`s all torn up about about it, as if she`s "lost the love of her life". Please! First: the guy was a creepy stalker, second: you weren`t the only one he stalked. So basically, he cheated on you. There are better guys out there than him. Unfortunately Bella hasn`t come to that realization yet, she`s been inconsolable since the day it became clear that he wasn`t gonna come back. I wanted to help her and gave her the number to the best therapist I know, the guy who helped me and uncle Norm get out of the insane asylum, Dr Hannibal Lecter. - - - - - - Two weeks have now passed since the last time I wrote. What has happened since then? Oh yeah, about a week ago Bella decided to take my advice and visit Dr Lecter and I haven`t seen her since. Wonder what happened? Oh well. I and the rest of my friends had a halloween party at Jessica`s house yesterday. I came dressed as Cleopatra. We did the mash. We did the monster mash. The monster mash. It was a graveyard smash.

Fun times were had. I have really grown as person these last months. I have come a long way from the shy, introverted non-girl that was too afraid to reach out and make new friends. I just hope they never find out my secret. If they do... Oh well, guess I`ll just have to make it look like an accident. Gotta go now, uncle Norm is shouting that the dinner is ready. We`re having pancakes. (Yay!)

Peace.

Angela

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