#and the year I took to recover from moving has proved I have not got the brain to do what I used to be able to :(

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

[alilobsessive]

The Terrible Crow

All your life you desired recognition from your father, well you got it! But not from your bio dad, things only grow worse from there. For the Bats, not for you.

All your life you have longed for one thing, you’re Father’s recognition. At first it was simple things, like getting good grades, school awards. Anything for him to tell you how good of a job you’re doing. When he brought in Dick that changed, the escalation was quick. If he could be Robin, if he could fight with your Father why couldn’t you? Eventually after years of begging he agreed, then not even a week later he took in Jason and he became the new Robin. Your Father told you it was because he was older then you, already making it safer for him to go then you. When you brought up the fact that you’re the same age as Dick when he started, your father countered that Dick already had years more training with his parents than you.

After that you reluctantly didn’t argue, scared of seeming like nothing more than a spoiled kid. Jason in you began training together, although the two of you grew a bond it never felt right. Everyone called you close and although you liked him a part of you was resentful. You’re Father was always tougher on your training then Dick or Jason, always finding a flaw no matter how long you practice. In a way it helped you perfect your skills to the last detail. But he never told you “good job” not like Dick or Jason, it was always moving right on to the next thing. After Jason’s death the training got worse, he was somehow harder and stricter than before. You went to bed sore with aching bones and bruises from training, if you went to bed at all that is. Sometimes your sleep schedule was what was being trained, he would make you stay up for days at I time, rarely doing anything more than a nap. He told you this was similar to the training he went through, that it would make you stronger.

You never got the chance to prove it though, not even a half a year since Jason died a new boy was brought in. Tim’s the same age as you, highly intelligent and good at stealth but completely untrained. “SO WHY IS HE ROBIN!” You screeched at the man you call Father, Tim stands there glaring at you. He has a red mark on his cheek from where you slapped him when you were told he would be Robin. You were instantly yelled at and reprimanded by your Father for this, which started this argument in the first place. “I HAVE TRAINED FOR MOST OF MY LIFE FOR THIS, I HAVE DONE ALMOST EVERYTHING YOU WANTED ME TO! I FOLLOWED YOUR ORDERS I DEDICATED MY LIFE TO THIS” You scream at him, tears filling your eyes and falling down your cheeks. He just stares at you, expression blank and unchanging “what made you think I’d ever make you Robin?” Is all he says. Freezing you just stare at him crushed. “You’re dismissed” you feel like he spits it out, he doesn’t but it feels like he does “don’t ever train here again, nor even think about being a vigilante” you’ve never felt so much rage and sorrow before. You turn around to leave pushing Tim to the ground as you do “you’re grounded!” He calls out. Without even looking back you flip him off “fuck you Bruce!”.

After that things were never the same, you never wanted to try at anything anymore. What was the point in constantly studying if it meant nothing? So you did whatever you wanted, there were barely any consequences. Bruce didn’t give a shit about you, he never truly did. Alfred always sided with Bruce, sure he called him out when he was in the wrong, but that rarely changed anything with you. Dick was as absent in your life as ever. Finally you and Tim’s relationship was shit, it would never recover, at least you didn’t care if it did or not.

Eventually though you stumbled across a niche that peaked your interest. It started small, quick one minute videos about animal biology you finished the nearly 10 year old channel's entire library of content in 2 days. Then it evolved into animal psychology and finally to humans, what made them tick. It was fascinating every last detail interested you, from the mating habits of raccoons to the study that showed most humans could pick out snakes in extremely pixelated and blurry images. Even the more questionable experiments that would never pass today, like the wire and cloth mothers, and the monster study. Things that would have been difficult to prove or research if it wasn’t for the unethicalness of it all. Hell, even the bullshit study with gorillas learning sign language was interesting, even if the whole thing was completely pointless and awfully mismanaged. It was just so interesting to learn about.

Then you stumbled across it, a familiar name, Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow. All his published studies were almost 2 decades old, but that didn’t stop how interesting they were. Both as a glimpse into the mind of a madman who long had his license revoked and as a study in how the mind understood fear in general. Sure you were made to memorize his habits, his usual schemes, hell you even helped reverse engineer and make a cure for several of his fear toxin strands. But you never learned about his studies, never learned about the person behind the mask. But now you wanted to, desperately, of course you couldn’t just go to Arkham. Bruce would learn about it and who knows what he would do once he learns of your little…. curiosity.

No, you didn’t want that, so you lied in wait for the perfect time. But while you did so you studied, falling back into old habits. Day and night you obsessively researched human psychology, several studies both bullshit and true. You memorized everything, dates, names, places, what effects they had, any changes or new revelations in the study, what they were studying and in some cases what they ended up actually studying. You even ended up dabbing deeper into chemistry. All of this to impress someone, but you enjoyed learning these things. All of this was fun, unlike dealing with Bruce.

Then finally the day came, Scarecrow broke out of Arkham. Using the skills Bruce ground into your brain you found him. It was pretty easy, you're shocked he didn’t find Scarecrow sooner. Of course you ended up captured, tied to a chair in one of his labs. Oh also a gun pointed at your head, neat! “What are you doing here?” Scarecrow says suspiciously, a wide grin forms on your face as you happily say “I want you to teach me!” The man just looked at you strangely. Then he laughed, “this isn’t a very funny joke kid” the man sneered at you. “But I’m not! I’ve read your work Mr. Crane! It’s absolutely fascinating! I want to learn more, especially about your newer unpublished stuff!” He just stares at you, “really?” He asks, pointing the gun down. Although he doesn’t look like he believes you, “then prove it” before you can even react the gun is back at your head and he shoots.

The bullet barely misses but you don’t move, don’t even flinch, you just smile. You know how manic you look, but you don’t care. Scarecrow just stares at you surprised, he completely lowered the gun and put it away. “Well..” he mumbles, “I guess I can give you a test” that made you feel nothing but pure glee.

The costume you were put in started out simple, a almost completely black suit with blue gloves and a mask vaguely resembling a plague doctor. You thought you looked like a rip off emperor's coven member but that’s not that important. As Crow as his apprentice you were first given grunt work, helping and leading his henchman in getting supplies for whatever project he was working on. That was when you weren’t doing homework, taking notes, organizing documents. The Bat’s were completely unaware of what you were doing, sure they knew you had something after school. The one time they asked you told them you got an internship. They didn’t even bother to verify if that was true or not. Alfred was the only one who even slightly cared and even then he was just proud that you finally found a calling away from the vigilante life. Boy was he only slightly correct.

Things started ramping up after you defeated Tim, Robin in combat. The pure smug joy you felt at that moment is indescribable. The rejected Robin, who's rusty, proving that they're stronger, faster, smarter, better than the current? You were so excited you almost went into hysterics, and the fear on his face as you brutally kicked his ass? Priceless! They didn’t even realize it was you, but Scarecrow did, he recognized how similar your fighting style are instantly. At first you were worried, scared even about what he’d do now that he knew. Truthfully he was suspicious at first, but once you told him your story, how you were rejected from being Robin in favor of the second and third. How cruel they were to you before and after, even said you would tell him the secret identities of the bat’s and everyone you know is affiliated with them. Both publicly and privately, although he rejected your offer he saw your desperation. How much you want, no needed to stay, to keep this. Scarecrow accepted your loyalty and at that moment you truly became Crow.

To commemorate this occasion you got an outfit change. It became more padded, the mask looking more like a helmet then anything, and boots that increase your height by several inches. You were also made to train in a different combat style with both the added height and change of vision it was a necessity. But also to help cover your tracks as Crow from the Bat’s. So you grow, you changed, you trained and trained and they never noticed. Not when you came back injured from work, with new bruises and scars. Not when you came home with gifts, or when you brought your assignments back with you. They were completely ignorant as Scarecrow, Jonathan Crane, he became your family, your father.

Eventually though Bruce got suspicious, he never figured out who you were, not until much later. But he realized you're doing something shady, the man never put in the effort to figure out what exactly. So he sent you off to a college far from the city, of course he let you pick the field you wanted. It wasn’t too hard to figure out what to do, psychology was already your passion after all and you were being trained by the best. The only issue was Crow, how to excuse there absence. So faking an extreme injury a week before you left easily fixed that. Afterwards you packed up and went to school, a school you would never return from, not to the manor at least.

There you continued your studies, your training in all forms and your contacts with Scarecrow. The only real difficult thing was not getting caught in your less ethical studies. You spent from the age of 18 to 24 studying as much as possible in your field getting both a bachelor’s and master’s. The plan was to go for a PHD too, but sadly things were interrupted and you quickly returned home. Your dad, Scarecrow was extremely injured during a fight and was in the hospital. Someone needed to step up, that person was you.

This time your outfit changed once more, it made you look even bigger and bulkier then you were. A cloak with a feathered collar, iron gloves with clawed ends, the faceless bird helmet looking even more imposing. Everything in your power to make you look as menacing as possible, large and imposing, a night to rival the knight. As you were making your return known you discovered something interesting, a new Robin, a baby brother. Dispute your issue with your family something about this was exciting. You felt so happy and you didn’t know why, but the fact he’s a Robin? Well, the kid needed to be taught a very important lesson before he learned it the hard way.

It wasn’t hard leading him to Wayne tower by himself. Kid had the skills but no discipline, reckless and willing to do anything to prove himself worthy. You can relate, which is way it has to be you who dose this. You approach the 10 year old boy from the shadows “you came alone hatchling?” You say in a soft voice. He jumps away and wipes his head around to face you eyes wide, he pulls out his sword and points it at you. “How-“ “a magician never reveals there secrets” you say playfully “now put the sword down baby bird” he doesn’t just glares at you. He then lunges forward aiming for your throat, but it wasn’t hard to grab the blade and rip it from his hand. He stares at you wide eyed as you throw it to the other side of the building, he quickly reorganize himself and throw a punch. But you dodge it, each kick and punch he sent was easily avoided.

As he moved to kick your head you grabbed his leg, and pulled him away. “You know” you begin walking to the edge tone not changing, “in nature Crows and Robins have an interest relationship. Crows are an omnivorous creature, they don’t just eat seeds and nuts like some people will have you believe. They’ve even been reported to peck out the eyes and tongues of lambs. Robins are no exception,” you hold him over the edge and watch as his eyes widen. He squirms and yells, “Crows will actually protect the nests of Robins, for a fee of course.” Batman should appear any minute now. “There young, they take and feast on the eggs and hatchlings. They basically farm them, it’s fascinating really. Crows are one of the smartest birds, about as intelligent as a 7 year old human. We’re watching the first signs of the evolution of a society!” You say almost giddy, “little mafias! It’s adorable and fascinating!” “We’re are you going with this” you just stare down at him, your mask making it nothing more then a dark void. You can practically feel his presence close to you, “it’s simple really! I’ve never been payed my dues! And you’re just a hatchling that doesn’t know better” and you drop him.

Batman catches him of course, but by the time he does and gets back up the tower you’re already long gone.

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Sorry if it takes a while for me to post things! I haven’t been feeling great both physically and mentally lately.

[stomach-bugg09]

soo i kinda had an idea for fali if you’re open to it if not it’s okay too 😋 ofc fali and sully!reader where it’s after he was shot (😔😔) possibly him having to do small exercise’s/physical therapy type thing daily so this is obv a little while after he got hurt anyway he hates doing them and is kinda keeping to himself with it or is getting frustrated that he’s struggling with them and reader comforts/helps?? idk if any of what i js said made sense but i hope so 😭 anyway thank you!!

summary: recovery is a grueling and arduous process for everyone, but especially for fali. he can't see past the warrior he used to be versus the one he is now, post-injury. he won't let anyone in... well, except for [y/n].

fali (oc) x sully!reader

a/n: this is kind of insane to think i'm writing this right now, but also i forgot how fun it is to create and publish works. anyway, i know it took me a long time to carry out my promises, but here is a long-awaited little blurb (?) about our beloved fali and [y/n], two names that i haven't written down in about like... two-ish years, give or take? a bit less, but the point still stands. i hope you guys enjoy! and i pray that i live up to your expectations.

lean on me, when you're not strong

[y/n] was always observant. as the eldest of five, never mind being the eldest girl, she'd felt the need to read everyone's facial expressions, their emotions, their expectations, their needs, their wants, their desires. it was just as much a survival tactic as it was an instinct. when things tended to change so abruptly in her childhood, whether that be one of her siblings crying (and lead to her mother nearly having a meltdown herself) or the arrival of the sky-people, she was always there to expect and, in its stead, to soothe.

but, some of that instinct fell away when she began training with her father. she was no longer expected to be the caretaker in an emotion sense, but rather a protector. her observant nature proved her worthy as she had the advantage of throwing her opponent off with a simple comment (like the time she took a chance and teased a childhood friend of her crush on neteyam before pinning her all because she was distracted) or merely reading their next move.

however, interestingly enough, with her time spent living with the metkayina, and fali obviously, [y/n] had started to evolve into her older self. no longer in fear of the sky-people since they managed to defeat them, [y/n] has once again returned to her caregiving nature.

although, perhaps a lot of that is because of fali.

while [y/n] had come out of the womb strong yet soft, in some ways, fali had come out as a true warrior. screaming bloody murder, naturally. but, while his infancy was a loud few years (he really had no trouble figuring out the functions of his vocal chords), it was also an exciting few years.

he'd always bounced around, itching to learn the ways of warriors from his parents. fali was naturally proud--of his heritage, of his family, of his people. in an entirely different way, fali too had the natural urge to protect.

but, that's why it'd been so difficult for him to recover. not physically, because eywa knows how seriously he took every assignment, every exercise, every appointment because he knew that was the only way to return to the past, but... emotionally, it was a taxing time.

fali had always been the one to protect his family. even though his parents were respected warriors, they were old. they'd managed to have fali late in their years, and they often called him a miracle from eywa herself.

not only did he concern himself over his parents, but he also practically adopted aonung and tsireya as his baby siblings. he'd protected them all through their years growing up, although he did treat them as a normal older brother at times. if he remembered correctly, fali was the first one who aonung ever got into a physical tussle with. that being said, fali was also the first one to give aonung a black eye.

but now, after taking a wound so dangerous that it was nearly fatal, fali was left... as the weakest link. now, his parents had to take care of him. now, tsireya and aonung could barely look at him without guilt or pity clouding their eyes. now, he was... he was useless.

and worst of all, he needed help.

of course, fali never really asked for help. for the first few weeks of recovery, he would struggle on his own, cry on his own, yell at the sky on his own. it was such an alien feeling to hate himself as much as he did. somehow hate that he'd survived the wound.

he never told that to anyone, of course, but he didn't really need to because someone was always watching him.

[y/n] had let him be for those first weeks. she knew what he was feeling--not totally, but she recognized his independence and protective nature. that's honestly why they'd been so drawn to each other in the first place. but, just because she left him alone didn't mean she wasn't paying attention.

her fingers curled into fists at her sides. her feet itched to move, to run to him, to hold him together when he was breaking apart. but she forced herself to stay still. she fought the urge every time she saw him break down into a puddle of tears, every time he gave up and threw his cane in the sand, every time he unleashed a rage she recognized too deeply. she would not step in unless he needed her, that's what she kept telling herself.

that is, until one morning, when the sun is just peeking above the horizon and the ocean is already awake with creatures jumping, dancing, singing, and celebrating the beauty of pandora, [y/n] woke up with a jolt.

she had no idea why--she usually slept quite soundly until the first horn was blown, but there was something stirring in her blood. something she didn't fully recognize, but she felt that same familiar adrenaline pumping, that same familiar sixth sense that whispered to her, get up. you're needed.

at first, she was confused, although frantic because all the worst possibilities popped into her head. tuk? she wondered before her eyes scanned the floor of their marui only to find her fast asleep in their mother's arms. next to them was her father, still unconscious and snoring quite loudly. the rest of her siblings were fine too, she realized quickly.

so then, what was it?

that's when she finally walked outside, standing on the docks and scanning the horizon with squinted eyes.

oh, she breathed, fingers softly brushing her mouth at the sight that beheld her on the beach. "oh, fali," she whispered, shaking her head.

it wasn't an unordinary sight, her love crouched on the ground, cane resting in the sand as his shoulders shook from silent sobs. but, something about that morning, his depressing sight juxtaposed by the bright sunrise behind him... it made [y/n]'s heart drop into her stomach.

as she walked carefully from her marui to the beach in which fali awaited her, although unbeknownst to him, her mind shuffled through a thousand different things to say. questions to ask, answers to demand, comforting words to whisper. should she rub his back? kiss him? how would she like to be treated? she thought she'd want to be left alone, but maybe... maybe that wasn't right.

unfortunately for her, her thoughts must've grown too loud because she hadn't realized how noticeable her footsteps must've been. just as she was nearing fali, the boy froze and turned around to look at her.

as her eyes met his, her heart stopped. he looked.... well, he looked awful. not because of the puffy skin atop his cheek bones, or pale skin, or even the pained grimace on his face... it was something about his eyes. they didn't sparkle, not like they usually did, they were... dull. they were hurt. they weren't fali.

and that's when [y/n] realized it really didn't matter how much planning she did on the walk here because, when it really comes down to it, when it comes to the person she loved the most, the words were natural. they came to her like waves did to the shore.

"oh, my tìyawn," she whispered, voice soft against the song of the birds that flew above their heads. "i'm so sorry."

there was something about those simple words--just three simple words--that made something within fali click. for as long as he'd been recovering, everyone had tried to stay strong for him, tried to encourage him, to motivate him. never once had someone... empathized with him. not until then, that is.

fali's breath hitched. his shoulders trembled, as if he were trying to hold himself together, but the dam was cracking. and when [y/n] sat beside him, warmth against his cold solitude, the first tear finally fell.

"fali," she whispered, setting a hand on his, and she watched as his lip trembled, "fali, i am sorry that this has happened to you. i'm sorry it had been so hard adjusting, i'm sorry everything feels so different. it is so hard to be in this situation, and i realize... i realize i abandoned you. i thought it was the right thing to do, i thought you needed space, but really... you needed someone."

she grabbed his hand, softly, lifting it up to her lips and pressing a soft kiss. "you will get through this, fali. you will grow stronger—not just in body, but in spirit. learning to adapt isn’t weakness. it’s wisdom. and you won’t do it alone. i’ll be with you, every step."

fali exhaled shakily, as if the weight of the world had settled deep in his chest and was only now beginning to lift. he didn’t speak. he didn’t need to.

instead, his fingers curled around [y/n]’s, gripping her hand as if she were the only thing keeping him tethered. and maybe, in that moment, she was.

[y/n] squeezed back, saying nothing. just being there. just being his.

[nonbinairyboi]

Nothing Left: Chapter 3

Fic Summary: You hadn’t spoken in years. Technically, you had the ability to, though as the years wore on, you weren’t so sure. You’d settled in Jackson over a year ago and now it was fall again. You are drawn towards Ellie and her ‘not-dad’, but you had always assumed any relationships deeper than surface level were beyond you at this point.

Chapter Summary: Patrol takes a turn for the worse.

Pairing: Joel Miller x nonbinary!Reader/OC (afab, short hair, tall, dimples, has multiple nicknames but none are their name)

Word Count: ~2.7k

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Series Warnings: This is my first fanfic and I plan to go into some dark stuff including some in-depth discussion of SA that was done to the main character (not by Joel) and the mental impact it has. I am unsure if I will be writing smut as I never have before but I will update the warnings if that changes. There definitely will be allusions to smut if nothing else, so MINORS DNI!

Chapter Warnings: Canon typical violence. Blood and injury.

Chapter 3

The back of your head hit the ground hard, jolting up with the impact only to hit the ground again in the same place. You felt your teeth knock together and tried to focus on what was in front of you, but it was proving difficult. You saw movement swim in front of your eyes and suddenly felt a weight painfully pressing across your midsection.

Your ribs and back already throbbed from the fall as you tried to figure out what was going on. When your vision cleared, you realized that a man was sitting on top of you, straddling your chest and attempting to secure your arms under his knees.

No. You wouldn't let this happen. The thought injected you with a shot of adrenaline. With a guttural scream that fought its way out of your chest, you got your hands free, knocking your attacker off balance with a well aimed punch to the nose as you began to wriggle your lower half free. Your attacker quickly recovered from the shock of being punched and you frantically felt around your head for where your pistol had fallen from your hand when you hit the ground, seemingly unnoticed by the man on top of you.

The man above you landed a harsh blow across your face in retaliation, making you fumble in your attempts to reach around yourself. Finally catching it with your fingers, you brought the gun up to your attacker’s face and pistol whipped him, finally able to throw his weight off enough so that you could roll to your side. The man came crashing down beside you and you quickly thumbed the safety back off your gun and shot him, hitting him squarely between the eyes. Groaning, you rolled onto your front and took your rifle off of your shoulder. You saw multiple pairs of feet struggling in front of you from between Eugene’s horse’s legs. You recognized Eugene’s boots and saw two more sets of boots surrounding his. Glancing behind him, you saw what you could reasonably guess was another man struggling with Joel.

You maneuvered yourself fully onto your belly and aimed the rifle at the feet that you knew weren’t Eugene’s. Your first shot missed as the scuffle in front of you continued. You aimed again and took a deep breath, trying to center yourself through the pounding in your head. This time, your shot hit its mark on the ankle of a boot in front of you, causing the man to collapse. Moving quickly, you aimed at the other set of boots, finding your mark again.

Glancing back to where you knew Joel was, you saw a new set of boots running towards him from the trees. Aiming toward them, you hoped that your calculations were correct as you fired. You shocked yourself at your accuracy as the man fell. Through the horses’ legs you saw that Joel was now straddling his final attacker and that the men near Eugene were no longer moving. Looking to the side and seeing no more threats coming your way, it was as if all the adrenaline left your body at once.

You were suddenly aware of just how much pain your body was in. With your last ounce of energy, you rolled to your back, squeezing your eyes shut against the brightness above you.

Attempting to take stock of your injuries was quickly cut short as dizziness overtook you, making you feel like you were rolling like meat on a spit. You heard muffled voices near you but you couldn’t make them out. A shadow appeared in front of you, forcing you to open your eyes to see what was blocking the light, ready to defend yourself again.

Above you, Eugene hovered with a concerned look on his face as he dropped to his knees beside you. You still couldn’t quite process the words he was saying, so you just lifted your hand to your chest to sign ‘fine’.

Your brain helpfully supplied that the sound you heard now was an exasperated scoff from Eugene. You saw Joel staring down at you with a troubled expression on his face.

“Did you shoot the man running toward me?” Joel asked.

Holding up your hand above you while you stayed lying down, you feebly signed ‘yes’. Pointing at Eugene, you signed ‘same’ and then ‘I’m fine’.

“Yeah, they got two of mine too,” Eugene supplied. “And stop saying you are fine. You don’t look fine.”

Joel was still staring at you hard enough that you thought maybe you had something in your nose. You raised your hand to your face and wiped across it hastily, just to be sure. You regretted it almost instantly as you had forgotten that you had been punched recently. You surprised yourself when your hand came back wet, holding it in front of your face warily. Red came into focus as you stared at your hand.

You had forgotten about how close the man slumped next to you had been when you shot him. Grimacing, you went to push yourself up. Instantly, your world tilted, pain radiated through your body, and your head throbbed at the base of your skull. You felt a sudden rush come up from your stomach and clumsily turned toward the body next to you, unable to hold back the vomit that had rushed up your body. Hands grasped your arms, steadying you from falling into the puddle of sick that had landed on the corpse beside you.

“Easy, easy.” Eugene exclaimed, hauling you up to a sitting position as he sat behind you. “Let us look you over for a second, you stubborn mule.”

Joel’s face swam in front of you as he crouched to get a better look at you, grimacing a bit as he did so.

“What happened?” He asked, staring into your eyes. “Why did the horse throw you?”

You blinked, trying to remember, but nothing was coming to you.

Joel sighed. “Alright, that’s ok. What did you hit when you fell?” he tried instead.

This you could do. Your hand shot up to grasp the back of your head but you didn’t seem to be able to communicate to your hand the speed at which to move, and you ended up sloppily slapping Eugene’s face.

You gasped as a form of startled apology as Eugene let out a huff of “Ow…” Eugene leaned back a bit more giving you more space to show where you fell. After you were sure Eugene could see where you were indicating, you let your hand fall to your side and then wrapped it behind your back near your tailbone, being more mindful not to touch Eugene in the process. You skimmed your hand up your left side to indicate that you had hit your ribs as well.

Eugene leant back, examining you as Joel joined in, crossing out of your field of vision. You felt a harsh prod at the base of your skull and drew in a loud breath, swinging your arm to whack Eugene’s to ask whoever it was to stop.

The pressure stayed on your head for a moment, feeling around the area, and you heard Joel inhale sharply through his teeth. You felt someone lift the back of your shirt and immediately tensed as they ran their hand across your side and low back. The sensation made you begin to breathe more rapidly, and not in a fun way.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” Eugene said softly, changing his hand position to a firm hand to your shoulder. “Just had to check it out”.

“Bit of a nasty one” Joel said stiffly, finally walking back in front of you. He studied your eyes again. “We’ll bring you to the clinic to get you checked out. I don’t think you broke any bones but it probably still hurts like hell.”

Joel glanced at the body beside you before he looked back at you.

“He hit you?” He asked, having already guessed the answer from the redness on your cheek and the cut on your lip.

You went to nod but thought better of it, holding your hand up and signing ‘yes’.

Joel’s eyes glanced towards Eugene as he said “I’m assuming that means yeah.”

Eugene chuckled. “Sure does. You should really learn some basics.”

Joel’s eyes fixed back on your face. You felt a sudden wave of irritation at all the attention. ‘Stop staring at me.’ You aggressively signed towards him.

You heard Eugene guffaw behind you as Joel raised his eyebrows.

“He can’t stop lookin’ at you till we know you’re ok, Charlie.” Eugene said, chuckling a bit.

Blinking hard, you tried to figure out why it had made you so angry. This wasn’t like you. You took a moment to look Joel over. You noticed that his coat was torn near his left shoulder and that there was a stain surrounding the tear.

As you realized what it was, you slapped your hand back against Eugene’s arm again, gesturing to Joel’s arm and then pointing at your own.

Joel seemed to understand you for once and glanced down at his arm, seemingly surprised to find blood there.

“Just a graze.” He said gruffly, wincing as he prodded it with his other hand.

Frowning, you tried to turn to look at Eugene to check him for wounds, but felt the world spin again and ended up slumped over a bit to your side, with Eugene holding you up.

“Woah there, calm down.” Eugene said as he steadied you. “I’m fine, I promise.”

With your eyes squeezed shut, you huffed your disapproval.

“We need to move. We are too exposed here.” Joel gruffed, directing his next question at you. “Do you think you’ll be good to finish the path?”

You breathed deeply and opened your eyes to nod at him, praying that the spinning would stop soon. Joel slowly moved towards you, maintaining eye contact as he reached his arms out to grasp you around your upper arms.

“Just gonna put my hands on your waist to help you up,” Eugene warned from behind you.

With both of their help, you were able to pull yourself up mostly on your left leg due to your position. As soon as you put some of your weight on your right leg, pain shot up it, making you cry out.

“What’s wrong?” Joel quickly asked, looking concerned.

Gesturing vaguely to the lower part of your right leg, you punched yourself in the upper part of your leg to distract yourself from the pain. With a groan, Joel lowered himself in front of you again as Eugene kept standing to help you stay upright. Joel prodded your calf and you hissed.

“Sorry.” Joel said as he moved your pant leg up. “You’ve got a pretty deep slash on your calf here.”

“Damn Charlie, you went through the wringer today.” Eugene commented unhelpfully. “Joel, I’ve got some strips of fabric in my bag. Should be enough to tie around their leg and your arm. I really hope that was all of them.”

You huffed in annoyance as Joel grunted in acknowledgment and moved to grab Eugene’s pack from the horse.

“Y’all are quite the pair. Never heard two more talkative people.” Eugene joked when Joel came back with the fabric strips.

Unimpressed, Joel raised his eyebrows at Eugene as he got down in front of you again. You hissed again as he used the edge of the fabric to wipe away some of the blood, and then let out an annoyed grunt as he tied it around your leg.

You held out your hand for the other strip of fabric. Joel just stared at you in response. ‘Give me’ you signed at him.

“Think this one wants to trade places, Doctor.” Eugene chuckled.

Joel slowly rose to his full height and hesitantly handed you the fabric. Seeing his injury up close, you were glad to see that it was indeed only a graze. You repeated the process that Joel had done with the fabric on his wound.

“Let’s get goin’. We need to get you back as soon as we can once this is finished to get you checked out,” Joel commented “I think the horse is just in those trees over there, I’ll go grab ‘em.”

You stayed standing with the help of Eugene behind you, slumping yourself into his weight a little bit more as Joel rushed forward to secure Nightshade.

“Damn Charlie, I didn’t think today would be so eventful” Eugene said, sighing. “You’re gonna need some weed.”

You let out a short laugh in response and signed that you agreed and that you needed it soon. Eugene chuckled.

“Let’s see how fast we can be.”

Joel returned with Nightshade in tow.

“Think I figured out why you got thrown off. There is a small cut on this one where your leg was. Whatever cut you must’ve gotten the horse as well” Joel yelled toward you.

You frowned, unhappy that Nightshade hadn’t gone untouched in the fray.

“We’ll need to help you up.” Joel said as he got closer. “Think your leg can stand to help boost you up?”

Reluctantly nodding, you felt Eugene get a better grip on you. Joel joined him behind you, ready to help you up.

“On 3.” Eugene said as you grasped onto Nightshade. “1, 2, 3!”

With a pained yelp, all three of you pushed your body onto the horse. You slumped forward with your eyes squeezed shut and your forehead against Nightshade’s neck. Your back and ribs had cramped up with the movement and the world was spinning around you. Not to mention that more blood had seeped out of the wound on your leg due to the weight you had put on it to push yourself up.

“Steady up there?” Eugene asked playfully.

You flipped him off in response and then gestured for them to move.

They both got onto their horses and Eugene pulled up alongside you.

“I’m gonna lead. Joel, stay behind ‘em, would yah? Keep an eye out.”

You didn’t have it left in you anymore to sign that you were fine. You did not feel fine.

The trek was torturous. You felt every time a hoof hit the ground through your entire body, up into your teeth.

When you finally arrived at the cabin, Eugene hopped off his horse, looking at you questioningly. You signed ‘I need to stay here’ in response. Eugene nodded at you, relaying the message to Joel. Joel hopped off his horse as well, handing you the reins and staring into your eyes again before moving toward the cabin.

As you waited for them to come back out, you took a deep breath in and out. Without other eyes on you, you wanted to pass out or break down. You couldn’t decide on which. You settled instead for squeezing your eyes shut to cover any tears and leaning forward more on the horse.

In no time at all, the men had come back out and were ready to go.

“How yah doin’, Charlie?” Eugene called back to you as you started moving again.

‘Wonderful’ you signed one-handed when he looked back at you.

“For some reason I doubt that.” Eugene said, raising his eyebrow.

Somehow, you were feeling worse and worse with every step Nightshade took. About ten minutes after the cabin, you had to pull the horse to a hasty stop and lean sideways despite your protesting ribs to expel your stomach once again, successfully avoiding getting any on Nightshade.

Both Joel and Eugene had stopped when you had. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw them exchange worried glances. You wanted to give them some reassurance, but you didn’t want to lie. You weren’t sure you could make it all the way back, but damn if you weren’t going to try your best.

When you were about a half of a mile out from Jackson, you hit your limit. You snapped your fingers to try to get Eugene’s attention. He didn’t seem to hear you, but Joel shouted from behind you to alert him.

Staring into his eyes when he turned around, you signed ‘sorry, I’m tired’. You felt your equilibrium jerk out of place and tried to minimize any damage that might come to you soon by swinging one of your legs over the horse and trying to slowly slip down.

You lost consciousness before you hit the ground.

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[skyartworkzzz]

I came back to promp another lore ramble

Also could we get a status update on the fic? I really want to see nari go back in time for the lamb

YIPPEEEEEEEEE love me lore ramble!

FIRST AND FOREMOST, OFC!! Heres a tiny lil update of the fic so far! I finally got back to writing it and am just struggling to find out what happens next.......but I promise its in the works! <3

NOW onto the ramble! Yesterday I went a bit ham on my Creepypasta reimagination, so thats what we will be talking about today! Specifically centered around Jeff the Killer CUZ IM THAT PREDICTABLE OKAY-

Anyways! Lore under the cut <3 tw for violence and gore!!

Jeff The Killer:

My Jeff is around his 35 years old and is the younger brother of Liu, who's only 1-2 years older and works as an architect

The brothers share the same apartment, Jeff decided to move in with Liu after living with their parents for a while. Hes currently trying to amount enough money in order to move somewhere of his own

Jeff suffers from depression and has psychotic episodes from time to time, so he has to take meds. Even after he became a killer, he still steals the needed medication to keep his mental exhaustion in check

From time to time, their lower-floor neighbor Ms. Harper calls Jeff to fix her old sink. Everytime Jeff goes over, her son pesters him for fun, which is why Jeff hates him

One day, both Jeff and Liu are invited to the bday of Ms. Harper's son, which was being held at his aunt's house. While in the party, her kitchen sink floods and so she asks Jeff to fix it. While doing so, Ms. Harper's kid accidentally throws chemicals on Jeff's face after trying to prank him with his friends

Jeff is then driven to the hospital by Liu, but they suffer a car crash, which makes Jeff's face melt down and turn pale white. Liu suffered the major damages and had to go through surgeries to put his organs back in place

When Jeff wakes up and sees the damage that was done, he suffers a mental breakdown which leads him to murder Ms. Harper's son. Once the deed was done, he disappeared and started his serial killing career

Jeff cut his lips into a smile specifically to terrify Ms. Harper's son, as if guilting him bout thinking what he did was funny

Before going off the radar, Jeff visited Liu one last time without others knowing, saying he didnt blame his brother for what had happened. Liu, although half-conscious, was able to hear Jeff telling him to go back to sleep

Homicidal Liu:

HONESTLY my Liu doesnt have much of "homicidal" to him LMAO

After the events that led both him and Jeff into the hospital, Liu went through surgeries to recover and was in a coma for a couple of days, which was the time it took for Jeff to start his killer life

When Liu woke up and learned that his brother had disappeared, he quickly volunteered to help and search for him, until finally discovering he was a murderer

Convinced to bring him back to his senses, Liu begged to be part of the police operation to capture Jeff, after proving he could be of use for knowing how his brother worked. And so, he was teamed up with a detective called Jane, who was in charge of arresting Jeff

After much investigation and searching, Liu and Jane finally came face to face with the killer, but came to a fight which led Jeff to carving a smile on Liu's face too and almost ripping his eyelids off like his own. Liu was led back to the hospital after this and received stitches

Seeing as they were lacking experience to capture Jeff, both the detectives accepted to undergo a special training. However, due to Liu's physical state, he wasn't able to finish it and decided to remain on the more schemeful side of the operation rather than direct combat

Given his stitches on his mouth and the horrible wounds his brother left on him, Liu constantly uses a mask and clothes that cover most of his body

Jane the Killer:

Jane works as a detective for the police, she is happily married to a woman named Mary and both live in a spacious, fancy apartment

Her parents were kindhearted and lived with her little sister, Jessie, in a simple house around the quieter parts of the city

Being one of the best agents and praised by the government, Jane was tasked with tracking down Jeff and bringing him to justice. It was during this search that Liu came into contact with her, after learning she was in charge of the operation

Throughout the times they spent together trying to capture Jeff, the killer murdered Jane's parents as a warning for her to leave him alone. But understandbly, that only made her more convinced to seize him with a new goal in mind: kill Jeff

When Liu and Jane received the special traning, Liu wasnt able to participate due to his condition, but Jane carried out until the last step. She was injected with Liquid Hate and gained her superpowers, with the side-effects being her skin turning pale and her eyes and hair black

After the "training" was done, Jane came closer and closer to finally capturing Jeff, but with an unexpected drawback: she was now wanted by the police for committing crimes she couldnt remember doing. Given the new scenario, the detective started working as an underworld punisher

She still searches for Jeff and stays in touch with Liu, now secretly since she is also being hunted down. They both still work as partners from time to time trying to find his brother

Lil extras!

After her parents were killed, Jessie moved in with Jane and Mary, being a survivor of Jeff's wrath luckily for not being home that day

Liu does not know Jane intends to kill Jeff, and she will never tell him, for she knows he will try to stop her

The Liquid Hate project was actually a Proxy experiment, organized by one of Slenderman's Agents who was also the scientist in charge of the special training Jane and Liu received. Jane became a Sleeper thanks to said experiment, with homicidal tendencies she is luckily able to channel to wanted criminals

That is all for now! Theres a whole lot more I havent said here cuz omfg thats too long already

MAYBE ONE DAY ILL BE able to write my own fanfictions about these, who knows

Anyways! Bless chu for the curiosity <3

[storiesofsvu]

Solace in Solitude Ch 13

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, usual CM style violence/storylines talked about. A very minimal bit of dialogue taken from an episode. One more chapter to go besties!

You would have been lying if you said you weren’t totally on edge for the next two days, picking at your nails whenever you found yourself distracted, lost in thought as you wondered what exactly was going on across the Atlantic. You did your best to keep occupied with cleaning and packing up the apartment, getting ready for your own move while making sure things were looking like they did the first night you set foot in the building. 

You were on the balcony watching the darkening sky, a leftover cigarette between your lips when your phone finally buzzed, and you were quick to pick it up.

‘He’s dead. Declan’s safe. Team’s not off scot free though, there’s gonna be this whole hearing bullshit.’

‘Good luck.’

It felt weird moving to London, not because of the change of scenery or language, but simply because you were back on your own. You’d found your own apartment this time, but it still felt strange to be alone in it, to not have the warm light pooling from Emily’s room when you got home late at night. To not wake up to the smell of fresh coffee being brewed or find her on the couch up in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. You’d become so accustomed to having another person around all the time that being solo felt almost wrong.

Your phone buzzed less than a week into your time there, a number with a 202-area code.

‘Hey, it’s Em. Figured I should pass along the new number, unless you’ve already changed yours.’

Your lips curved up into a soft smile when you read the text, putting down your wine glass so you could reply.

‘I’ve had an international plan since DWB’s. I assume this means that trial thing went well? You’re staying in DC?’

‘Ha. As good as it could, but we proved everything we did was for the right reasons. And yeah… it just feels like the right place to be. How’s London?’

‘Dreary. I forgot how much rain we get this time of year.’

Emily let out a small huff of a laugh, she was about to type up another reply when Derek’s voice broke through her bubble.

“Who’re you texting with that smile?” He asked with a wicked grin, and she immediately locked her phone, rolling her eyes.

“A friend.”

“Yeah right.” He laughed, “girl, you’ve been back less than a month and you’re already playing the field? Sin to win never dies, does it?”

“Looks like we have that in common.” She shot back with a smirk and an appalled look took over Derek’s features.

**

Emily knew things were going to be different, that they were going to feel strange and after her original reunion with the team, she knew it was likely she was going to feel a bit like an outsider in a place she once felt like family. Part of her had expected to slip right back into where she was, that her role would be the same, that life would pick up exactly where it left off when she left. She’d been so separated that Paris was starting to feel like a fever dream and she nearly forgot that while she’d been recovering and recuperating, life had gone on for the rest of the BAU team, they had kept moving while she was standing still.

She was incredibly thankful JJ had managed to pull some strings and keep her apartment, even if it had been sublet in the meantime, she still got to come home to something familiar and didn’t have to start from nothing for personal belongings. And while the place had been her home for so long, even with Sergio back, there was something missing, an emptiness that hung heavily in the air. She knew it couldn’t help that there was a lingering thought in the back of her head that Ian knew where this apartment was, even if he was six feet under. She missed the companionship that had come with Paris, suddenly having to do it all on her own was annoying, at least she wasn’t home as much as she had been while recovering. 

‘Do things feel weird in London, or is it just DC and the whole coming back from the dead thing that’s throwing everything off?’

A small laugh broke through your lips as you picked up your coffee mug to take another sip.

‘I’m sure that has something to do with it. Why are you awake? Isn’t it the middle of the night over there?’

Emily sheepishly glanced to the clock on the nightstand, realizing just how late it really was and she let out a sigh, nestling deeper into the wall of pillows.

‘Couldn’t sleep. I’ve been weaning off most of the meds, plus my mind won’t stop. What time is it there?’

‘Just past seven, coffee time. You wanna call? Talk through it?’

‘Nah. If I call, I’m sure someone will wake up and start screaming cause he thinks its breakfast time.’

‘Uh.. what?’

‘Sergio.’

‘Are you telling me you’ve been back less than two months and you’ve already rescued another child in need or did you rename the other kid?’

Emily couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, quickly covering her mouth to keep quiet. There was no doubt you hadn’t woken up that long ago, the caffeine not quiet hitting your brain stream yet.

‘Sergio’s the cat.’

‘Oh! Right. I’m surprised Penelope gave him up.’

‘Well she has custody on weekends and whenever a case takes me out of town longer than a couple of days.’

‘Oof. Co-parenting, hope that doesn’t get messy.’

She found herself quietly chuckling again, a sense of comfort and calm flowing through her as her body began to relax further into the bed.

‘Only when one of us buys fancier treats.’

‘Good. And for what its worth things are a little off here, but I mean, it’s starting a new life for me, it’s just like riding a bike, I’ll get the rhythm back soon. You went back to something old, but that something has changed completely for everyone involved too. I’m sure constantly jetting around the country doesn’t help your sense of stability either.’

‘Last time I checked you weren’t a shrink.’

‘I’ve been sitting in to a few lectures here and there.’ You replied with a grin, practically able to hear her deadpan through the words on the screen.

‘Any suggestions?’

‘Don’t try to force things too quickly, know that it’s going to take some time for things to feel normal again. As important as it is for you to try to repair the relationships you had, you might want to start looking to make new friends, sprinkle in a bit of freshness to an old lifestyle. Change up your routine, hit up different grocery stores, get your coffee from somewhere new, change your commute, things like that.’

‘Already swapped coffee shops. Pretty sure I terrified the poor girl working the counter the first time I walked back in. Felt too bad to go back.’

‘Well that’s a start, lol. And… if you think you’re gonna stay in DC, that you want to belong there, think about putting down some roots, reasons for you to make it your forever home.’

‘Good thought’

The clock chimed beside you and you glanced up from your phone, letting out a soft sigh,

‘I’ve gotta run, but feel free to text anytime.’

‘Go save some lives. I’ll be fine.’  She signed it off with a smiley face, finally dropping her phone onto the nightstand as she curled around herself, pulling the blankets around her. For the first time since being back she was asleep within minutes.

**

Your phone began to buzz on the kitchen counter, you glanced toward it at first, thinking it was just a text, but when it nearly vibrated off the edge you realized it was a call, and from Emily, nonetheless.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey,” she replied, her voice somewhat strained and your brow furrowed, “what was that whole thing about the spleen? Like, when it comes to getting sick or recovery, that part.”

“Should I be concerned about the sirens in the background?”

“I’m a fed, sirens are a pretty regular occurrence.”

“Yeah?” You raised a brow, leaning against the counter, “what about that out of control beeping from the heart rate monitor?”

“It’s nothing, I’m fine, just ow!”

“Emily...” you warned.

“It’s nothing.” She protested before a louder male voice shouted from the background.

“She got shot!”

“Jesus christ.” You muttered, “you’ve been back less than six months and you’ve already gotten yourself shot? What are you, a walking liability?”

The replies came instantaneously from Emily and Derek respectively, “no!” “YES!”

“I’m gonna be fine!”

“Do you know how many times I’ve heard that? Aren’t you supposed to have vests for these kinda things?”

“I was wearing it! I took the hit to the upper shoulder and this lovely EMT says I’m going to be fine. I just can’t remember what you said about the spleen thing.”

Biting your lip, you let out a sigh, “If you get sick or injured it can and will take longer to heal, recovery’s a bitch, you know that.”

“Uh.. Agent Prentiss?” Another voice cut in and you assumed it was one of the EMT’s, “why can’t we find any medical history past March of last year?”

“That would be the other reason I’m calling.” Emily winced and you chuckled.

“I have your full history listed under Valerie Stewart, I’ll send it over, what hospital?” The EMT rattled off the location that you were quick to scribble down onto a scrap of paper, “I know this isn’t ideal timing, but have you gone to that shrink I set you up with?”

“Yes.” She half grumbled back before you heard another outburst from her co agent.

“She went to one mandatory appointment.” 

“Morgan!”

“Ask her about how great her boyfriend Sergio is.”

“Last time I checked, Sergio was the cat.” You replied and Emily groaned, rolling her eyes, “Em, you really need to go a couple of times, especially now.”

“Why does this change things?”

“It’s your first time back in a hospital as a patient since Paris, it’s bound to bring up some stuff.”

“Fine. I’ll go.”

“Thank you.” You pushed off from the counter, “I’ll send your file over, call me when you’re all bandaged up.”

“Yeah.” She replied and you could hear the exhaustion in her voice before the line clicked.

Much later that night your phone buzzed with a text, a picture of Emily back on the jet with her arm in a sling. As tired as she looked, at least she was safe and, on a quick path to recovery from this one.

**

‘Come on, that house is gorgeous!’ 

You shook your head at Emily’s hesitancy through your text chain. She’d spent the last couple of weeks sending you housing listings, asking your opinions and thoughts on just about everything and she found some kind of flaw in every single one of them.

‘There’s cracks in the foundation.’

‘So? Cracks can be fixed.’

‘No, they can be hidden. They’re still there.’

‘It passed inspection. You’re acting like you’re afraid the place is gonna fall down.’

‘I’m afraid it’s never gone be as strong as it was.’

You paused, a frown taking over your face as you read back the last piece of your conversation, you practically felt your shoulders sagging as you dropped into the couch. You wished there was more that you could do for her right now, but you knew being a world away meant this was it.

‘I have a feeling we’re not talking about houses anymore…’

A longer pause, one that left you watching the three little dots disappear and reappear while Emily debated how to reply. Where she struggled with wanting to blow you off, or if she really did want to get into this right now. Eventually she decided on somewhere in the middle.

‘Remember when we talked about setting down roots?’

‘Yeah.’

‘My therapist said the same thing.’

‘Told ya I wasn’t crazy.’

She huffed out a laugh, holding back the eye roll.

‘I tried. I’m trying. It’s just proving harder with each time. Like the more that I have tying me to here, the more I start to feel trapped. Caged in here with no opportunity to even see the other options anymore. The job’s the same, sure, but it’s also entirely different. We had a case a bit ago where the unsub was drowning his victims only to attempt to resurrect them, it was the first time the rest of the team found out I actually died, it left an even weirder taste in everyone’s mouths. It was the first time Reid looked me in the eye since being back, Morgan’s just barely over it, nothing feels right anymore. And buying a house? That seems like the last thing I should be doing if I feel like this. I don’t know where I’d want to go, what I’d want to be doing, it’s not like I’m out there actively looking for something different…’

‘But if it fell in your lap, you’d probably jump at the opportunity?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Well, hold off on putting the offer down for now, see what else is out there, talk it over with your therapist.’

‘I will. And hey, thanks for being my soundboard for all of this, it really hasn’t been the easiest.’

‘Of course. Life’s always easier with a friend by your side. I’ve got your back.’

‘No kidding.’ She smiled softly, ‘and thank you.’

**

Three weeks later the opportunity really did just drop into her lap. A phone call to an old source to help the BAU on a case lead to a very lucrative and enticing job offer. One that made her stomach twist into more knots than de arming a bomb did. 

At the end of the week Emily was surrounded by her team, her friends, people that she loved dearly, who were finally accepting her back in their lives. Yet she still felt completely isolated and alone. She was certain that things were never going to be the same in DC again, that it really was time for her to go. So, as she watched JJ and Will dance together, soft smiles on their cheeks while he leant in to steal a kiss, she made up her mind. 

She was taking the Interpol offer.

Maybe a complete reset and starting over really was what she needed right now.

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Yes, this pap walk was also so she could show the ring, while he showed how "proud he is of being her man". Ring that could be the same she was wearing in the beginning of this PR, which, for some reason, she took off at the time. It's certain she had a baby and that this shenanigan is a real PR to present both as a couple, involved or not. Because pap walking to show his fake private life is unnecessary, but always his thing. But, why four years to present an engagement?

Apparently, his management decided it was time for him to present a serious PR relationship and the image of a man committed to a woman. Maybe, because of the gay rumours, maybe because some ex (man or woman) they didn't want speaking, was threatening to come public with some tea (@exposing_ henrycavill?) and he needed a story as a cover-up. But, this shenanigan was so terribly managed, especially, because of this woman's reputation, that the attempts went towards the drain. For some reason, they think this has to be performed. So, let's have some fun with it.

It's clear they passed to a new stage, a new level of this circus in which the goal is to insist in convincing you she's a respectful mum who deserves, at least, his consideration and that they are a happy couple who just had a baby and got engaged and are heading to marriage. Ohhmm... So sweet! Don't get me wrong. One of my theories is that he had gotten married to her a long time ago and that this shenanigan was to introduce his m*stress to his fans. It's all possible. But, based on the insistence in promoting this circus, the way it happened and the lack of empathy I felt from her for him, among body language and other details, this doesn't convince me at all.

And, these last pics show a very resilient mum full of resignation as if upset and frustrated. She seems to be a hard nut to crack. With that unpleasant face. And a dad who hides his eyes behind sunglasses to avoid showing how he feels about this pathetic show. Apparently, both can't stand each other and are being obligated to perform this shenanigan. But, is that so? What do we know? Maybe, these four years made them improve their acting skills. But, whatever this is, he lost my respect a long time ago, a respect he will probably never recover, as a man and an actor.

If this is a PR in which they didn't know each other well, it shows he's staging and pretending a fake relationship to get algorithms and the spotlight. It's pathetic and unethical. But, if he's really engaged to Viscuso, this could be an old thing and they came up with this "brilliant" idea to introduce his promiscuous to fans with a PR prank. It's also a pitiful move, rather than leaving his private life as it should be: Private. Who he sleeps with shouldn't be of our concern.

But, he opened the door to have his fake private life and sexuality exposed and discussed, while parading for paps as saying: "Hey! Look at me! I'm straight, 'cause I have dates with women and I make babies". How immature can this guy be?! We all know many PRs in Hollywood have that goal: To hide people's true sexuality. Well, it can be explained if they decide for a gay Highlander, as I once read somewhere. This PR stunt (rather they sleep together or not) is also an appeal that proves his career is going downhill and that PR stunts are all he has to perform. But, if this is all he can offer.... I'm here for the clown and the monkeys with a huge bowl of popcorn and sweet cotton candy.

Miss the old days he was Superman.

[specialagentartemis]

14? i think you might have a couple to choose from lol

and/or 42, because that seems up your alley

OC Ask Game

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

I forget if I've ever shared the Defining Tragic Backstory Moment that entwines SecUnit A, Sky, and Tahmineh together but it really is the thing that needs to be untangled before they can all move forward together :''')

Tahmineh is a human miner. She knows full well that the SecUnits stationed in the mine aren't for her safety. (She's known this since her father was critically injured in a machinery accident and the SecUnit on duty attended to the machine first, and him second. He died before he reached Medical.)

She's a respected leader and organizer, and has been promoted to shift manager, and so client-side powers do get delegated to her now in emergencies... such as cave-ins.

Almost a year before Murderbot & Thiago arrive, the CobriReyna mine sees one of the worst cave-ins in recent history. Tahmineh is proving a hero and a champ organizing first-responder and rescue efforts down in the mine. She's focused on getting her human coworkers out.

She does not know, and if she knew she wouldn't care, that a SecUnit also got buried in the mineshaft collapse.

SecUnit A knows and cares, because the SecUnit that the mineshaft collapsed on top of was its friend. It's hard for SecUnits to make friends but this Unit is one of the only people in the world it can commiserate with and who sympathizes and cares and this tiny bit of friendship and camaraderie has been making life as a SecUnit bearable and now its friend is going to be abandoned in a collapsed mineshaft to die. Because it's equipment. Because it doesn't matter to anybody else.

Tahmineh does now have power to give orders when no higher-ranking employees are present and she's shouting at SecUnit A to get the straggling humans out. But if all the humans are gotten out, then the distance limit on governor module of the the trapped SecUnit will activate and kill it...

So SecUnit A alerts Tahmineh to the trapped SecUnit. Tahmineh's response is, I don't give a shit, the SecUnit can be retrieved after all the humans are safe. And SecUnit A can't actually refuse a human supervisor's order, but even as it's following her orders to help the humans, it says, in the most informative SecUnit Neutral voice it has, "Lost or damaged equipment is the responsibility of the employee operator or supervisor in charge of the sector, and damages may be billed to the employee responsible. A SecUnit's replacement cost is--"

And Tahmineh understands full well that this is a threat, that of course she can't pay the replacement cost for a lost SecUnit. And, livid, she snaps to SecUnit A, "Fine! Fucking fine, recover the valuable-fucking-equipment while I save all the human lives on this floor my own damn self, because we sure as hell know that equipment is more important than people--"

Tahmineh sees this as a crystallization of the profits-over-people, capital-is-more-valuable-than-lives attitude of the mine owners, and SecUnits are machinery that serves the owners' profit interests.

SecUnit A basically had to threaten a worker to allow her to let it rescue its friend from certain death because unlike her, it does not get to choose its own actions or priorities and has to wait for an order.

SecUnit A managed to dig Sky out of the rubble. I'm picturing SecUnit A carrying an incredibly battered Sky out of the mineshaft in its arms, Sky is bloody and beat up and crushed and falling apart and clinging to SecUnit A for all it's worth, with... the truly indescribable feeling, to a SecUnit, that there is anyone in this world who thinks it's worth saving. It's worth coming back for. SecUnit A took a big risk pushing back against direct orders because it would do anything it could to protect and retrieve Sky and make sure it was safe.

... though after the cubicle repair and and all the dust had settled turns out that Sky's knee joint was smashed in a way the cubicle was not able to properly fix. Sky survived but its knee doesn't connect right anymore, meaning it can't actually run, can't turn quickly on its right foot, and it walks with a kind of lurching gait. The miners quickly start calling it Limpy because of course they do and the mine owners are like. Fuckin SecUnit's defective now. And they plan to order a replacement and swap this one out the next supply ship that comes from that end of the Rim.

SecUnit A and Sky know that that's gonna be it. The end of the line. They're going to send Sky back to get repaired and memory-wiped (at best) or possibly just scrapped. Even if it survives, they're never going to see each other again; Sky isn't even going to remember that there was ever anyone who cared about it.

SecUnit A resents Tahmineh. Tahmineh resents SecUnits In General as an Emblem Of Corporate Oppression And Control. Sky is like. Trying to live as 'carpe diem' a life a mine-enforcer SecUnit can possibly live which is hard because. Y'know. SecUnit life. Also the chronic knee pain. Nobody's happy here.

Wow sure sounds like a powder keg for a rogue SecUnit posing as the augmented human security consultant for a fiery optimistic out of his depth anthropologist to step into huh.......

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

I can see Spider being taken to the Capitol and tortured like Peeta was in Hunger Games 3, it reminds me of Spider being interrogated by Ardmore.

Hey everybody remember the Hunger Games Au i wrote up back in November? I needed to watch the final movie but then I got bronchitis (that took me two months to recover from) and it was also Christmas at the time and I really didn't feel like watching the child murder movies. But I never forgot about this and I finally got around to watching the final movie! So without further ado let's wrap this up.

To the question of what Spider and Kiri would have shown off in individual training, I feel like Kiri would have purposely tanked her's just for fun not even for strategy. She'd see the whole thing as stupid plus she knows her abilities so she's got nothing to prove. the gamemakers though can see what shes doing and give her a 9 to make her more of a target. I can see Spider pulling a Katniss and shooting an arrow right at the gamemakers to make them pay attention then bowing out. Quaritch is only half pissed at him. The other part is so proud. He's even more proud when Spider is awarded an 11.

In interviews they're both just kinda dicks lol. Spider taunts the whole crowd, talks mad shit on Snow, and heckles the fuck out of Flickerman. Kiri is similar just way more sarcastic and petty. So Snow was definitely super pissed when these two won the game.

Moving on to the ending.

I've tossed around a lot of idea's in my head for who gets captured and I had almost settled on it being Neytiri, Ronal and Paz, but that was mainly because I didn't want to hurt any of the kids especially Spider (I hurt that kid enough in Cabin and all I want is good things for him. I really dont want to hurt the moms either or anybody for that matter but this is a Hunger Games au) And yeah it does match actual Avatar canon to have Spider be one of the ones captured so that's what happens. Neytiri and Aonung are also captured.

The families are all incredibly distraught. Paz has a full on meltdown the moment she wakes up in recovery and is told the terrible news. It's her worst nightmare come to life and she completely blames herself for it. Quaritch, who's already inwardly losing his shit over his son but trying to keep it together, internally breaks seeing his wife like that because he's never seen her break before. After Paz is sedated Quaritch goes off to be alone. Spider's capture cases a real strain on their relationship because neither knows how to comfort or emotionally support the other. Paz is so guilt ridden that she doesn't want to be anywhere near her husband feeling intense shame when ever he looks at her. Quaritch doesn't blame her for Spider's capture. He blames himself for not volunteering in his son's place the day of the reaping. the only thing they can manage to do together is plan on saving their son.

Ronal also blames herself for her son's capture but she buries it deep under a wildfire determination to get him back. Tonowari of course wants Aonung back too and is just as determined, he just advocates that they be calm and level headed about their recuse so that they don't lose anyone else.

Jake hasn't felt this powerless in years. He wants to storm the Capital single handed to get his wife back but no one will let him leave. They all look down on him for being in a wheelchair and forget that he was a victor in the Hunger Games once. That he trained his children to be warriors while being paralyzed. But no matter how much he advocates for himself it just falls on the deaf ears of district 13's president. Who i decided is not Grace but General Ardmore.

Ardmore rules over district 13 in a strict but seemingly fair manner. And she is a pretty good leader. She's just extremely power hunger. I'm going to say Ian Garvin is the Heavensbee of this au. He sees right through Ardmore but he does need her to win the war. It's him that convinces her to let Jake, Ronal, Tonowari, Quaritch and Paz into her war room. Jake impresses her with his war strategies ( Don't worry Jake doesn't come up with Gale's plan. That's all Ardmore) and quickly becomes the lead strategist of her army. Tonowari and Quaritch are on the frontlines. They try to convince Ronal and Paz to stay back but Paz brushes them off with a bitter, "I have nothing left to lose," and Ronal snaps, "i will fight!"

The Capital starts airing interviews with their clearly brainwashed hostages. Paz's shriek silences the entire cafetiere when she sees her son on the t.v. His wild mane of curls now fall neatly around his chin, brushed out of his face like a perfect little gentleman. It shows off how sunken his cheeks have gotten. how hollow and dead his eyes looks. His once tan skin is now pale, made to look even paler by the snow white suite they've dressed him to hide his thin frame. "what would you like to say to your friends and family right now Spider?" "Kiri? Mama? Dad?," Quaritch is trying to hold Paz up as she openly sobs for her child for all of district 13 to see, "please stop. This isn't you. Your good people that would never betray the country. Just stop fighting and come home please."

Aonung get's the exact same treatment dresses up and paraded around on t.v like the Capital's little pet, begging his mom and dad to surrender. Ronal cracked a tooth from clenching her jaw so hard in rage and Tonowari put a hole in the wall when no one was looking.

Neytiri is also brought out, her braids are taken out, hair straightened within an inch of its life. she's dressed in a tasteful white cocktail dress, with a white rose tucked behind her right ear. when she's asked "what would you like to say to your husband right now." She says, "my Jake," there's a long pause, a whole war going on behind her amber eyes before she finally chokes out, "end them." the broadcast instantly cuts off.

And the kids in all this? Since I don't really have a mockingjay singled out among the bunch, I'm gonna say they're all kinda the mockingjay. They're the kids who survived. The ones who have to now live with the horrors inflicted on them by the capital. As I was typing this I actually thought it'd fit Neteyam to make a shrine for one of his competitors like Katniss did for Rue. He bonded with a little girl that was Lo'ak's age at the time but reminded him a lot of Tuk. When she died it was like he could see both of his siblings dying with her and it utterly gutted him. He honored her in front of all of Panem and for it everyone loves him.

Kiri is beloved for her definice. It inspires so many others to stand up and fight.

Lo'ak feels ashamed for what happened to his mother and is very candid about it. He talks openly about how he felt so inadequate compared to his "hero" parents and brother. But he understands now that underneath all the pageantry and splendor of the Capital is a absolutely vile core that needs to be ripped out so that they all can finally know peace.

Tsireya is a medic in this like Prim was. Her and Lo'ak start up a romance because they trauma bond over a family member being held hostage.

Tuk is there but she's just too little to really do anything.

And finally Grace in all this plays a similar roll as the mayor from district 8. She just had this lightbulb moment after having Kiri that her daughter would never know peace as long as there tyrannical government stayed in power. She wanted to take Kiri with her but she got word that a sickness was spreading through 13 that was killing all the children. Kiri and her have a lot to work through but Kiri doesn't get angry with Grace for wanting to fight for a better world. Kiri still grew up healthy and happy with her adopted family and soon all of them would be able to live freely and safely in the world they'll create.

Finally the opportunity arrives to save the hostages. Norm is able to hack the system giving a volunteer strike team an opening. the team is made up of Quaritch, Paz, Ronal, Tonowari and Neteyam. It goes off without a hitch. I want to say that unlike in the movie/book where Snow actually just let them go that in this au the strike team was actually just that good and got in and out without anyone noticing. The families all hold each other all the way home the only sounds coming from their cries of relief.

Also none of them are brainwashed to try and kill a loved one. They are severely traumatized though. Their tortures goes as follows and you can skip to the next paragraph if you’d rather not read this. Spider was made to see horrific fantasies under trackerjacker venom to the point where it’s hard for him to tell what’s real anymore. He’s jittery and anxious all the time and panics easily. He flinches if someone raises a hand too fast and that includes his own parents who are both devastated for their son and enraged that the capital would hurt their boy so badly he couldn’t even trust his own mom and dad anymore. Kiri helps Spider through it playing “real or not real,” something she tells Quaritch and Paz about to better manage Spiders dissociative episodes when she’s not around. Aonung was given electric shocks in water now making him fear it. Even seeing a few drops of water is enough to make him shake. This hurts his whole family to see since the ocean is the core of there cultural identity. Ronal and Tonowari want to burn the entire capital down to nothing for the crime against humanity they’ve inflicted on their son. It takes so much time but his parents and sister start with coaching Aonung through the breathing mediation he’d do as a small child when he was first learning to swim putting his mind at ease by reciting the way of water with him. Once he doesn’t freak out seeing so much as a cup of water they slowly get him to interact with it again first with a very shallow bath (basically a puddle) building until his family is lovingly coaxing him into a pool. He panics at first but swimming is like breathing to him and surrounded by so much love and support he eventually calms. Neytiri was given a drug that made the simplest touch feel like excruciating pain. She knows it was just the chemicals they pumped into her veins but she can’t help but flinch every time one of her children hugs her, her breath catching in her throat. She puts on a brave face and holds her children despite how much it makes her heart race. The only one she talks about this with is Jake. They do their own form of real or not real where he’ll brush his fingertips over her arm so so gently he’s almost not touching her at all and ask, “pain or no pain,” until Neytiri can retrain her mind to not associate every minor touch with pain.

After they take time to recover it’s decided that a strike team will be sent out to assassinat Snow. There’s no way in hell any of the parents will let there kids go on this mission so it’s all the adults. Maybe it's just because I love all these characters and don’t want to kill them off but I’m going to say they’re all so good that they outmaneuver every capital trap and survive Ardmore’s bombing of civilians but if I was going to kill people off here's how I’d do it…

Tonowari meets the same fate as Boggs killed in a trap.

Quaritch is overwhelmed by mutts like Finnick was. Paz shoots him herself to put him out of his misery

Neteyam is killed in the second wave of bombings. He snuck out of 13 with the medics because he wanted to give aid to the civilians hurt in the war.

I also had the very evil idea of Neteyam getting sent to the group like Peeta was for some reason, and him being injured in the same trap that killed Tonowari and Neytiri staying with him while the rest move on only for them both to die when the building their hiding in is bombed and then Tsireya dies trying to give medical aid to civilians but good god is that devastating for me to think about.

But it’s a good thing none of that happens! So Ardmore gathers all the past hunger games victors to discuss Snow’s public execution and to float the idea of a hunger games with the capitals children. They are all equally horrified because they’ve all been through so much and just want peace. The kids all speak out but the parents stay quiet all silently thinking the same thing. This bitch has got to go.

All the victors are lined up with bows and arrows to execute Snow in front of the whole country. Only half of the arrows pierce him though. They other half sail right into Ardmore’s chest. Grace is later elected president. Kiri is constantly going from the Sully’s place to Grace’s to Spider’s. Spider and his parents live in a cottage in a peaceful meadow where he continues his recover. His mom is kind of smothering now still recovering from the trauma of losing her son but he knows it’s all love. When he’s in a better place he decides to travel and see the new world. Ronal and Tonowari are surprised to learn they’re expecting but it’s a happy surprise. They can’t wait to bring their third into a peaceful world. Tsireya continues her medical training and Aonung becomes a sailor. He just feels at peace out on the ocean. Jake is basically Graces Vice President and Neytiri is basically the secretary of infrastructure working to rebuild every district. Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Kiri are the leads on construction on a memorial for all the children slaughtered in the games. Everyone is their on opening day. It’s seeing the memorial that really brings peace to all of them. It’s not only a testament to those killed, but a marker that all the horror is now over.

Hope you all enjoyed the long awaited part 2! I’d love to know your thoughts 💙

[evita-shelby]

12 Days of Smuffmas

December 18th – board games and breath play(Jack Nelson x Eva)

cw: smut, breath play/erotic choking, chair sex, p in v sex, mentions of practicing kink safely, past misscarriage, witchcraft, past murder, past attempted sexual assault

inspired by a moodboard and blurb by @novashelby where Eva and Jack play chess

It was rather rare for her to be beaten at anything, her unnatural instincts were pretty unmatched leading to overconfidence.

“That’s ‘cause you don’t practice, doll.” Jack teases her as he gloats about him winning these past games.

So, he may have a point. He was the one playing with the kids more often than not especially while she recovered.

But Eva’s been feeling out of sorts for a while so losing her winning streak has her wondering what the fuck is wrong with her.

“I don’t need to; I have never lost a game because I know what moves and plays will happen before they do. This time, I just didn’t.” Eva relies on instinct to survive, to live, and not once has it failed her.

“You lost a game. It’s not the end of the world, babe.” Jack assures her still not getting why this has her so driven to try again and again until everything goes back to as it was.

“Today’s a game. Tomorrow might be something worse, like a change in the stock market or a step on the stairs.” That evening she fell was the first time since Gabriel’s death almost a decade ago that something managed to get past her.

Now even as her body healed and they seemed to have moved past it, it lingers there as a warning that next time it could be one of their living children, or Jack or anyone else she loves dearly.

“Fine, let’s finish this game, and after this we’ll go to bed.” He relents thinking of throwing the game to assure her a catastrophe isn’t waiting to happen. “The babies… it wasn’t your fault. Things like that happen to everyone, even almighty women like you.”

“I know.” Still, it’s after midnight, and she’s lost three games in a row with the last one confounding her so much she’s never played anything this long.

“Maybe you need to retrain your instincts, like how you had to learn to stop yourself from sleeping with a knife under your pillow because you kept trying to stab me in my sleep.” He plays sloppily to assuage her fears of losing her abilities, and while she finds it endearing, it does the opposite. “Remember the first time you discovered how hard it made me to have you on top of me with your pretty knife at my throat.”

He gets turned on by danger, fighting and fucking giving him the same thrill and sending all that blood south. Makes for good fucking, the witch has to admit.

It's why they will have so many children not counting the twin girls she lost a year ago.

“How could I? It snapped me out of the nightmare.” She takes his piece on the board and chuckles at how awkward that had been. It had been during their honeymoon when he took her to a beautiful Florida beach where people spoke Spanish freely, and no one had shitty opinions about a Mexican woman marrying a white American man.

The muggy weather, the smell of tropical flowers that reminded her of home and the feel of a man holding her had triggered a nightmare of the first of those few times someone tried to assault her in the war camp. Not all bought the bullshit story that if they assaulted her, she’d lose her abilities, most saw a virgin heiress ready for the taking.

Jack had been pinned under her with a knife to his throat and got aroused by his wife, proving to be more than capable of defending herself. He’d moaned a ‘fucking hell’ and blamed his morning wood somehow bringing her back to reality and leaving the dusty tent she’d driven a hunting knife through the eye of a rebel captain and relived in her nightmares.

Once she came to and he was able to subdue her, he’d then admitted ---with some embarrassment--- that he was into some of the more dangerous things in sex. He was into men as long as he was the one doing the penetrating, enjoyed being rough ,and having his partner be rough in return, and after he’d convinced her he had not been hurt nor found her insane ---he had his own demons to contend with after all--- they had fucked the nightmare out of her head.

“Maybe we should use our old remedy for nightmares.” The gangster suggests drinking his whiskey and playing dumb moves to get the game over faster. He had been so proud of himself when he won the first two games and now Jack wants to end the game, put away the board and fuck the bad feelings away. “You could choke me if you want, I know you want to.”

“Maybe I’d like for you to do that to me instead.” Her word has him stop on his tracks, look at her with concern, and then ask her to repeat herself ‘cause he’s not sure he heard her.

“Maybe I’d like for you to choke me…tonight.” Eva tries not to falter, but his own surprise at her request made her doubt he’d agree to it.

Eva was not into it; he was willing to never attempt it again after genuine terror replaced pleasure as his big hands wrapped around her neck. Despite his brash ways, Jack Nelson respected boundaries when it came to the people that mattered to him.

She stopped having nightmares of the men who attempted to rape her after years of sharing a bed with him. Perhaps the witch may be willing to try it again. If the witch is still not into it, he’ll stop and be sweet as sugar and so tender with her Eva will weep from how loved she feels as they fuck again.

Besides, maybe being slightly deprived of oxygen while fucking might fix whatever the fuck is wrong with her. Her abilities usually grew sharper after a near death experience or a really good orgasm.

Jack prided himself in fucking her so good it triggered visions of their glorious future.

And yet he’s stunned into silence, a miracle because the man does not shut up.

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.” Her tall and burly gringo is careful with her as one of his arms snakes around her waist and keeps her steady on top of him while the other tangles itself into her dark hair. He loves her long locks, loves pulling it as much as he likes it when she plays pulls his.

Equals in everything, giving and taking in equal measure even when it comes to fucking. They have a word and even a gesture for when they take it too far, well not much of a gesture just three taps on whatever body part they can reach.

“I know.” To show how much she wanted this, she left the game as it was and straddled him on the chair. The witch grinded on him before finally taking him inside her as she drank his whiskey clumsily and fucked on the elegant chair that has seen more action in one night than it ever did in whatever robber baron’s mansion it was procured from.

Jack drinks the alcohol that spills from her lips and onto her chin, and her neck, captures her mouth while the hand in her hair inches downwards with hesitation. But eventually, it wraps itself around her neck when she begins to ride him harder and lose herself in the pleasure.

His grip tightens on her arteries enough to make her lightheaded as her orgasm builds and just as she’s about to come, Jack releases his hold on her and the rush of everything at once has the witch gasping too loudly in the empty living room.

Eva holds on to him for dear life, laughing breathlessly as they ride out their orgasm knowing their four children haven’t heard a damn thing upstairs.

“We should do that again.” The witch suggests once they can speak coherently again, her husband kissing her neck softly, murmuring sweet and filthy things to her like he does when they give into his rougher fantasies.

“Only if you stop asking for another rematch, doll.” He stays inside of her, several times he’s taken her upstairs still in her to continue their wild fucking in that room far from the family wing and ,spirits, she loves it when he does that.

“Deal, I don’t even care about chess anyways.” Says the witch who only discovered today she’s shit at it without her supernatural abilities.

[bingbongsupremacy]

Escape Pt. 2

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Warnings: Forced Marriage, also idk how to flirt so shits cringe af

Summary: The night of your arranged marriage you make your escape. Little do you know someone has the same idea.

Prompt from Pinterest.

Royal AU

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

*****

1 Year Later

" Let me get that! "

I roll my eyes, ignoring Ellie. " I've got it, Ellie. "

Ellie snatches the buckets from my hands. " You're still recovering from your sprained ankle. You can't be doing anything crazy. " Ellie shakes her head, setting the heavy buckets on our hand made table.

I huff, crossing my arms. " Carrying a water bucket is not crazy. Plus, my ankle is fine. I told you, it doesn't even hurt anymore. " I roll my ankle to prove my point.

" I'm not taking any chances. " Ellie begins to fill a small pot with water for our breakfast.

A small grin spreads across my face. " If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were concerned about me, El. " I take a seat at the table and watch as Ellie's face turns a faint shade of red.

" I'm not worried. " She denies. " It's just easier to take care of the cattle when your ankle isn't fucked up. "

" Mhm. " I nod. " Sure. You big softie. "

Ellie bites her lip, trying not to smile. Her arms flex underneath her cotton shirt as she reaches up a to grab some herbs.

A comfortable silence fills the room. I look around at the house we built. It's amazing we got it up so quickly. All thanks to the nearby village of course. The people here are so friendly. They gladly took us in.

It's been a hard year. Dodging soldiers and trying to keep our identities under wraps. Ever since our disappearances, our families kingdoms' have boosted the amount of times soldiers run through villages. We're lucky we're so far away from the village. We haven't been spotted yet.

Every day is scary. Will someone recognize us? Will someone report us to the royal guard?

We try our best to stay away from people. There's very few we trust. The ones we do, we're still very cautious about.

" So...it's been a year. " Ellie's voice breaks through the silence.

" It has. " I agree.

Ellie and I have gotten closer. I mean, it's hard not to get close to someone you spend every day with. We've experienced things many people haven't. She knows things no one else knows about me.

Every glance she sends my way causes an eruption of butterflies in my stomach. Whenever our hands meet, a buzz of electricity runs through my veins. Sometimes I wonder if she feels the same about me.

I'm definitely in love with her.

" Do you think you've learned how to survive on your own? " Ellie sits down next to me, her body turned to me.

" Is this a polite was of telling me to get the fuck out of your house? " I joke.

Ellie's face drops. " No! I-that's not what I meant. I-"

I laugh slightly. " Relax, Ellie. I was teasing you. I know you can't live without my constant pestering. "

Ellie rolls her eyes. " Yeah. Sure. What I was trying to say is, do you think you're prepared for the world? "

I lean closer to Ellie. I don't miss the way her breath quickens. " Well, I did have a pretty good teacher. "

" Yeah? " Ellie hums, her eyes glancing down at my lips.

I can't be misreading this, right?

" Yeah. She taught me everything I need to know and more. " I stop moving when I'm inches away from Ellie's face. I brush a bit of Ellie's hair out of her face. Her green eyes glimmer in the light.

" I'm sure you were her favorite student. " Ellie's breath is warm on my lips. Her gaze doesn't break away from mine.

" I'm not sure. She's never said anything about that before. "

" Maybe she doesn't have to. Maybe all she needs to do is this. " Ellie leans in kisses me. Her lips are warm and dry.

Fireworks explode in my stomach. I melt into her touch. Her hands wrap around my waist, loosely holding my sides.

My hands make their way up to the back of her neck.

We spend what feels like hours making out before finally pulling away to catch our breaths.

" Fuck, " Ellie pants. " I've wanted to do that for a while, Princess. "

I let out a breathy laugh. " You're telling me. "

I'll never regret running away with Ellie.

[scotianostra]

I love days when I get an excuse to post music hre, and I hope you enjoy the third helping, the tale bhind the song is a cracker too......

Johnny Ramensky, the Scottish safe cracker was born on April 6th 1905 in Glenboig, Lanarkshire.

His father was a Lithuanian immigrant miner who died when Johnny was young and the young Ramensky also became a miner. It was while he was down the pit that he learned his skills with dynamite which were to prove so useful to him in later years.

Johnny drifted in and out of trouble from the age of eleven and moved to the Gorbals area of Glasgow during the Depression with his mother and two sisters. He developed an amazing physical strength and acrobatic ability but in order to obtain some money, he became a burglar, specializing in robberies involving climbing up external rone-pipes to gain entry to premises. He also developed skills in picking locks and safe-cracking with explosives.

He won the nickname Gentle Johnny because he never used violence. And he escaped from prison several times, even staging a rooftop protest at Barlinnie in 1931. Johnny was what you would call now a career criminal, his life of crime saw him spend an estimated 40 years in prison, which was only punctuated by his extraordinary service during the Second World War.

When the war started he wanted to contribute something. He went to the governor of Peterhead Prison, where he was being held at the time, and asked for help to join the forces after he got out. The governor recognised he was something special and that he could be extremely helpful to our secret services. He served his full sentence and was collected by MI5 agents at the gate.

Ramensky was known for his athleticism and aced basic military training before he was parachuted behind enemy lines in Nazi-occupied Europe. One early success was at the Italian port city La Spezia.

Johnny was able to hide himself in the mountains and used a compass to direct RAF bombers to the harbour. He was also a smashing saboteur and blew up a lot of railway lines. And after the Germans fled Rome, Johnny was able to recover a huge volume of secret documents from locked safes, which were very helpful in the conclusion of the war.

Ramensky also spent time in North Africa and almost had the opportunity to kill Nazi military commander Erwin Rommel. He broke into Rommel’s headquarters and unfortunately Rommel was on the front line. Had Rommel been there the course of the war would have changed because he would have been prepared to kill him. Of course, he did also break into Rommel’s safe and got plans that were helpful.

Mr.Ramensky’s wartime exploits formed the basis of the 1958 film ‘The Safecracker’, starring Mr.Ray Milland.

After the war Johnny went back to his old ways, even jumping off the train to blow open a safe on the way back to Glasgow hours after he was demobbed. . He went to blow a safe at a bank in York because his criminal contacts tipped him off. He has been described as an adrenaline addict. He seemed to like danger.

When he got back to Glasgow he became a folk hero because people had heard about his exploits in the army. Various people offered him employment, including one of the big demolition companies. But that wasn’t exciting enough for him.

Even in his declining years when his physicality began to leave him he still couldn’t settle down. He tried to be a bookie but lost all of his own money, because he was a gambler. He never really went straight.

Ramensky died aged 67 in 1972 while a prisoner in Perth. He kept diaries which were burned by prison authorities, but one early extract survived.

It read: “Each man has an ambition and I have fulfilled mine long ago. I cherish my career as a safe blower. In childhood days my feet were planted in the crooked path and took firm root. To each one of us is allotted a niche and I have found mine. Strangely enough, I am happy. For me the die is cast and there is no turning back.”

There has been talk a fmovie about Johnny being made, but it is still to happen.

There’s a 7 minute film bout Johnny with the author of his biography, Robert Jeffrey, who I sourced most of the info for this post, and retired Glesga polisman, Les Brown, who tells of his dealings with Gentle Johnny. The Roddy McMillan song is playing throughout the clip.

That’s not the end of Johnny Gently though, he lives on at Peterhead Prison, now a museum where Ramensky served so many years behind bars, has created a exhibition space which highlights different aspects of his career.

You can get his biography by Robert Jeffrey for only £3.39, kindle version and £5.56 hardback at Amazon, I have also seen it on Ebay uk delivered for as low as £2.11

Let Ramensky Go.

There was a lad in Glesga town, Ramensky was his name

Johnny didnae know it then but he was set for fame

Now Johnny was a gentle lad, there was only one thing wrong

He had an itch to strike it rich and trouble came along

He did a wee bit job or two, he blew them open wide

But they caught him and they tried him and they bunged him right inside

Alley-ee alley-ay alley-oo alley-oh

Open up your prison gates

And let Ramensky go

And when they let him out he said he’d do his best but then

He yielded tae temptation and they bunged him in again

Now Johnny made the headlines, entertained the boys below

When he climbed up tae the prison roof and gave a one-man show

Alley-ee alley-ay alley-oo alley-oh

Open up your prison gates

And let Ramensky go

But when the war was raging the brass-hats had a plan

Tae purloin some information, but they couldnae find a man

So they nobbled John in prison, asked if he would take a chance

Then they dropped him in a parachute beyond the coast of France

Alley-ee alley-ay alley-oo alley-oh

Open up your prison gates

And let Ramensky go

Then Johnny was a hero, they shook him by the hand

For stealing secret documents frae the German High Command

So Johnny was rewarded for the job he did sae well

They granted him a pardon frae the prison and the cell

Alley-ee alley-ay alley-oo alley-oh

Open up your prison gates

And let Ramensky go

But Johnny was in error when he tried his hand once more

For they caught him at a blastin’, and it wasnae worth the score

The jury pled for mercy, but the judge’s voice was heard

Ten years without remission, and that’s my final word

Ten years, my lord, that’s far too long, wee Johnny cried in vain

For if you send me up for ten I’ll never come out again

Oh give me another chance, my lord, I’m tellin’ you no lie

But if you send me up for ten I’ll sicken and I’ll die

Alley-ee alley-ay alley-oo alley-oh

Open up your prison gates

And let Ramensky go

Now Peterhead’s a fortress, its walls are thick and stout

But it couldnae hold wee Johnny when he felt like walking out

Five times he took a powder, he left them in a fix

And every day they sweat and pray in case he makes it six

Alley-ee alley-ay alley-oo alley-oh

Open up your prison gates

And let Ramensky go

Alley-ee alley-ay alley-oo alley-oh

Open up your prison gates

And let Ramensky go

Alley-ee alley-ay alley-oo alley-oh

Open up your prison gates

And let Ramensky go………

[shadowmaat]

Since no one's sending me prompts I guess I'll do it myself. lol

Endless- Maul, Old Guard AU

Maul is killed on Naboo and wakes up whole and alive. Most of the prequels stuff stays the same, but Maul is, for a while, convinced he's some kind of god. When he meets up with Savage he's convinced his brother is just like him, so when Savage dies and stays dead, it shatters something in him he didn't know he had. He's also captured by Palpatine and tortured/experimented upon because immortality is absolutely something that withered bastard wants.

Maul still isn't able to defeat Palps, which is another big mark against the "I'm a god" theory, but he does finally escape and goes off to lick his wounds and try to recover.

The Jedi are still wiped out, but while at first this seems like a good thing to him, there is an emptiness to existence that wasn't there before. Palpatine being in charge of the galaxy galls, and worse, he's doing a bad job of it, in Maul's opinion. It doesn't help that when Empire troopers see him they assume he's a Jedi and try to kill him. Sometimes succeeding.

One of the reasons Maul never got a chance at bettering himself is because he was too consumed with his own grievances to see past the end of his nose, but now he has an eternity to learn and eventually... he does.

Sure, part of it is still fueled by his anger at the universe, but over time he finds he likes helping others. It's strange and off-putting to encounter people who are kind to him and who don't fear him. Once upon a time he'd have been insulted, but now it's... nice. Ish.

He still backslides a lot because, well, he's Maul, but also backsliding is part of moving forward. He helps the Rebellion here and there because anyone who wants to destroy Palpatine is welcome, as far as he's concerned. If he meets the twins, he definitely favors Leia over Luke.

By the time the Sequels happen, Maul has been on the "good" end of the spectrum for a while. Maybe the lower end of it, but still good. He's absolutely not putting up with this First Order bullshit.

Lots of stuff is still the same, but I'll say Maul was fucking around on the Deth Star X-treme! so the attempt to wipe out Hosnia system partially failed. Still lots of death and destruction, but enough of the central government survives that they're forced to realize they may have made a mistake with all their waffling. Maybe.

Maul kills Snoke and is killed in return. While some underlings drag the bodies off to the incinerators, Kylo and Hux are in a standoff over who's in charge.

Maul wakes up and knocks out the troopers carrying him and Snoke, then stashes them in a room without any means of communication. See? He can learn not to kill everyone. Plus, if Fin could rebel maybe these guys will, too. Snoke burns, and Maul heads off to the reactor thingy in time to see Han talking to Kylo.

It's very important for me to note here that there is absolutely no way to excuse Kylo's choice to kill his father: with Snoke dead it is absolutely his own choice to put a saber through Han's chest. Except thanks to some timely intervention from Maul, Han is only grievously wounded instead because fuck you, Harrison Ford.

Maul taunts Kylo, saying that he's met Anakin Skywalker and can confirm that Kylo is just like him: a sniveling, spoiled brat with more hair than sense. He also says Kylo doesn't deserve the name Ben because Obi-Wan, at least, was a worthy opponent.

They fight, giving our plucky heroes time to drag Han to the safety of the ship. Kylo is all you don't understaaand, but Maul is very been there, done that, don't even have the scars to prove it.

Is there a chance Kylo could someday learn to be a better person? Maybe, but it took Maul seventy-odd years and a lot of deaths to unstubborn himself and he really isn't in the mood to take that chance.

Now. At this point it could go one of two ways: the fast solution is Maul kills Kylo and then it's just a matter of wiping out Hux and Phasma and getting Fin to help "deprogram" the troopers and dismantle the Order. OR Kylo could kill Maul and go off to have the big fight in the snow with Rey and Fin while Maul, who isn't recovering as fast as he used to, struggles to get back to the ship and trusts his apprentice(s) to handle it.

With the former the Resistance is going to realize that a First Order without Darksiders mucking things up is actually a lot more dangerous and harder to kill, though it still gets done in the end.

With the latter, the drama lasts longer and it'll be Rey who winds up killing Kylo only to get killed, herself. ...And wake up.

Either way, the trip to Luke's Sooper Seekrit Hideout includes Maul. Because I can play god with this, I'll say that Luke isn't sulking out his entire life on Ahch-To, but rather went there for Important Reasons and got stuck. He and Maul can be bickering co-Masters to Rey's training (and eventually Fin's). Maul teaches her how to create mental shields so Kylo can't intrude on her thoughts (if he's still alive).

The baddies are eventually defeated. Maul & Rey have a lot to talk about re: near-immortality. Han, Leia, Luke, and Chewie are reunited and happy to retire for good, maybe with Lando. Fin & Poe are tasked with trying to return the dozens of children saved from First Order training camps, but it's likely they're going to be raising a lot of them themselves.

Maul is finally comfortable and satisfied with the person he's become. He may not be able to change the past, but he can help shape the future. And he can try to prepare Rey for whatever may be coming next.

(Maul isn't the only immortal, just the only one relevant to this particular story)

[thelarriefics]

GIRL DIRECTION FIC REC, Part II: Below you will find more fics where Harry and Louis fall under the sapphic label. (Part I)

📖 Once a Gentle Breeze by @ireallysawanangel (48k)

With nothing but the small sum of money in her bank account and the few bags holding all of her belongings, Harry moved from her small hometown to London to pursue her dreams of becoming a songwriter. To afford her bills and avoid eviction while desperately trying to immerse herself in the London music scene, she took a job at a bar. But it wasn’t the type of bar she was expecting it to be.

Or the girl direction Coyote Ugly AU.

📖 Oh, That's What I Want by @lululawrence (38k)

Louis is 42 and newly divorced with her four daughters off to college when she realizes all the plans she used to have for her life no longer fit. Just as she's starting to figure things out, she meets Harry Styles who proves sometimes starting over turns out so much better than sticking with the original plan.

📖 just tell me you love me (that's all i need to hear) by @finelinelarents (21k)

The one where they just can't get it right, until they do.

📖 I know I've got this (because I've had it all along) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (16k)

The card is purple, the letters printed on it in black, with an almost lace looking overlay over the words. There’s what might be a bow belonging to a cute pair of panties separating Harry’s name from the service they offer. It’s a cute card.

It’s what’s on the other side that has Louis’ stomach in a knot.

Good for one (1) photography session and up to thirty (30) photos of your choice.

📖 True as it Can Be by @beelou (11k)

a Beauty and the Beast au, but make it girl direction

📖 Ride the W.A.V.E. by @becomeawendybird (7k)

Petty officer Louis Tomlinson can't resist a good thing when it's right in front of her.

📖 never forget it by @finelinegynandromorph (8k)

harry and louis haven't seen each other in 20 years. they go for a swim

📖 you were right in front of me by @non-binharry (6k)

Harry is a service top, and Louis is her adoring butch daddy.

📖 Not A God Or A Hero by @dreamerdivingheadfirst (6k)

given a chance to be their true selves, Harry and Louis try again.

📖 Perfume Purgatory by @littleroverlouis (4k)

Louis is enduring the purgatory of selling perfume as a seasonal employee at the department store where her girlfriend, Harry, is employed.

She still hates the mall but needs the extra cash to purchase Harry a special gift.

📖 Wouldn’t Have it Any Other Way by @parmahamlarrie (4k)

It has been ages since Louis and Harry have been on a proper date night. Between work and their two young kids, they just don't have the time anymore. With one text, Louis makes sure to change that, and Harry has very clear ideas on how she wants the night to end.

📖 i, i feel like fuckin' something by @kingonafiftymetreroad (4k)

Harry's waited two weeks to try out her new toy. She gets more than she bargained for.

📖 Witch Girlfriend Drabbles by @absoloutenonsense (3k)

Harry is a witch and Louis is her mortal girlfriend.

📖 when we're finished saying nothing by @disgruntledkittenface (3k)

Louis has barely woken up when she realizes that Harry is still mad from the night before. The silent treatment that Harry prefers when she’s like this isn’t going to achieve anything, so Louis gets up to apologize only to find out there’s more going on with her mate than she thought. That’s when her instincts take over.

An alpha/alpha AU inspired by Written All Over Your Face.

📖 little pink skirt by @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk (2k)

Harry, Louis, Zayn and Liam are at a festival. It's the afternoon of the last day, and they're lounging on the grass before the action starts, still recovering from the night before. There's a bunch of sexual tension between H and L from where things left off in their drunken haze. When Louis tries to light a spliff, the wind makes it impossible to do so, for which Harry has an ingenious idea. And then one thing leads to another.

📖 This Christmas (to the one I've been missing) by @larrysballetslippers (2k)

Louis almost made it to the end of her shift before someone familiar stepped into the store. A long awaited Christmas tale.

📖 Doc In My Box by @homosociallyyours (2k)

Faced with lots of extra stress at work, Louis hasn't really felt like she could let go sexually in a while. She's pretty sure that a visit to a certain gynecologist will help change that, though.

📖 make my christmas eve 4 carats please by @loveislarryislove (2k)

For Louis' birthday/Christmas present, Harry gives her a lapdance -- with more than just one kind of wetness involved.

📖 Wrap Me Up In All Your.. by @yoursolosong (1k)

After a long terrible day, all Harry wants is to be wrapped in Louis' scent and the safety of their nest.

[dianight]

Seeing a few Watamote posts and the difference between Kuroki at the start of the series and Kuroki after that school trip is just so funny. Like a curtain being pulled over the audience, our slice of life about a cringy pathetic loner became a slice of life about a slightly less cringy more shameless lesbian.

Watamote holds a special place in my heart for many reasons. Story time!

I've got a notepad that I've owned for around a decade. Owned but barely used. Can't remember how I got it or when exactly, but the point is: when I started reading manga (One Piece was the first manga I read) my taste was not particularly good, so I just picked series based on the vibe of the cover.

It was getting to a point where too many series where I read a few chapters, didn't quite hook me, and I let it sit there on a firefox tab. I've been doing this for a long long time. 45 tabs open at the time of typing this (I'll get to it on the weekend). So I decided to write down the series I was either reading or planning to and a few anime aswell.

If you guessed that Watamote was on that list you'd be wrong, actually. I apologize for the misdirection. Here's a link [not yet working] where I talk about what's on the notepad.

You see, the important part is that Watamote was intentionally not on the list. When looking for recommendations on what to watch a semipopular one was Watamote, with usual warnings about how it gives you second hand embarrassement and whatnot (or cringe, as I learned later you can use in english).

I did not like the anime. Over time I've watched less and less anime, it's just a bit of a pacing problem for me, I feel like it's just too slow and that's one of the reasons I prefer reading manga/novels. I did not like the anime might be an undertatement, I was shocked at how (I perceived it to be) bad it was. In hindsight I was not equipped to handle a series like that at the time. So I didn't bother to keep it on a tab or anything.

One of, if not the one, site I used for manga was batoto. Back in the day, it was the "less shady" of the aggregators. So when looking for new series to read I'd go over popular manga, or looking at certain tags as I explain on this other link [not working yet, bear with me].

Watamote was popular somehow, but after trying the anime I did not bother to read it. A few things happened. Got kicked out. Moved countries. Was a(n-almost-not-)living corpse for a few years. Roughest time in my life. But.

During this period of time whenever I was off after dealing with the usual chores/meals/shopping I'd be either watching series for english practice, reading manga because I love them or (after miraculously recovering my pc) playing with friends to have a reason to live. Dark but it's true.

One of the series on the notepad was Yuusha ga Shinda (9). The 9 was the chapter I was at. And at some point I decided to keep reading it. The notepad list is hit or miss, with like 80%+ chance of miss. Yuusha ga Shinda is a hit. Pretty silly series, but it was very engaging and took itself seriously when it mattered.

The site I used to read it was wakga's (sp?) blog. I can find this one now, but can't confirm if it's the same of they moved the series to a new one. Wakga also scanlated Watamote. So I gave it another chance since at that point I was trying to give any series a "fair" chance. Later on my stance has changed a bit and I've grown more demanding(?), because some series are just so bad...

But it was the right call.

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Watamote is a series about Tomoki Kuroki, who at the start of the series is going to attend high school. She's a bit of a loner, tends to mess up very often and gets anxious about it.

The start is very, very cringy. At every chance to prove herself she'll keep digging her own grave, quite often because she just doesn't think things through and sometimes because she overthinks way too much.

Over time she starts meeting people, interacting with her classmates and other kids from school. Still very cringy, but we the readers start to see that she is not as weird as she sees herself, it's mostly a lack of experience socializing plus a lack of confidence with a pinch of pervertedness (is that a word?).

The point of inflection of the series is the school trip, starting around chapter ~70. Not like anything major happens, but from that point is where the series has a new perspective way less Kuroki-centric and with more focus on the other characters.

The series goes from Kuroki doing cringy things and despairing to Kuroki interacting with others as the weird girl she is. The pay off is that we see her go from an insecure loner to a relatively well adjusted lesbian.

One of the most important reasons the school trip is significant is because she interacts with people beyond her close (and very small) circle, showing that everyone around her is weird in their own way; but most of all, she was always ignoring them in a way and they just though she was a bit strange, as opposed to her own self image that was greatly exaggerated.

Currently (chapter 217) the series is about Tomoki Kuroki and her friends on their last year of high school. One could say the series is a slice of life, but one could also say it is a coming of age story about a girl and the friends she makes while growing as a person.

You can read Watamote here.

[thefleetsfinest]

✧˖° → I ain't sure what I'm trying to prove

When Dr. Leonard McCoy moved to New York City from his little small town in Georgia all he had left was his BONES. Managing to reach a year sober he decided that in order to keep the momentum going that he needed to leave home. So when he got a job offer as an ER general surgeon at New York’s Presbyterian he took it.

Working out the custody with Joceyln had been a bitch and a half, but ULTIMATELY they decided that Leonard would have her for the summers and every other Christmas. He managed to pack up his entire life into a handful of boxes that he had shipped to his little apartment in Brooklyn.

However despite running from his problems, his nightmares still haunted him and he still STRUGGLED with his sobriety. Not only over the death of his father and the hand he played in it but also having to face all of the religious trauma that comes from having grown up in the evangelical small town.

But he is trying to do better. So he DESPERATELY seeks out someway to ABSOLVE his guilt was how he ended up at The Night Nurse’s Clinic. He had heard rumors of it in the ER, a clinic that helped official heroes, vigilantes and villains alike and not asking for a dime, and he went looking.

Having laid eyes on the clinic himself he offered up his services as emergency physician, emergency surgeon, and even as a psychiatrist if anyone just needed someone with a fancy degree to talk them like they are a human being. At first he was balancing both working at the hospital and the clinic, but there was just something about the clinic (and maybe someone) that just felt like it was where he was suppose to be.

THANKFULLY Leonard is a talented enough surgeon that he is able to manage a part time schedule of sorts with the hospital that allowed him to pick and choose his patients as long as he signed a NON-COMPETE contract so he wasn’t allowed to take his ‘LEGENDARY HANDS’ to any other of the major hospitals in the state. (Small tiny clinics excluded from said contracts of course.)

So this way he can afford his apartment, and help fund supplies into the clinic and this is where anyone who is looking for a grumpy southern doctor whose managed to find himself a quiet corner amongst heroes and villains in the heart of New York City.

✧˖° → Important Notes :

This verse is a single ship verse with @oceansfirst 's Dr. Linda Carter

Leonard is a recovering alcoholic and without having to aggressively and violently face his biggest phobia on a daily basis he can't even be trusted to have one drink much like a certain purple wearing archer.

Leonard has weirdly become Clint's AA sponsor, and the two know secrets about one another that they will take to the grave.

He still has Luna because i make the rules.