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oepionie · 2 years ago

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— "MY JOLLY SAILOR BOLD." tweels

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SYNOPSIS: You meet two mysterious yet beautiful mermen around your age and you ask them to sing for you. They agree—though there's one condition....they want a kiss in return. A fair deal and you decide that nothing could possibly go wrong....right?

⊹ [ cw ] — suggestive, making out, lovesick/slightly yan-coded behavior, both of them pin for you, drowning, the tweels deserve a warning themselves, fighting, mild blood and injuries, mentions of murder, everyone here is morally grey◞

⊹ [ tags ] — gn! reader, on my siren eel agenda, flirty pirate mc, siren-eels are not to be messed with but mc is reckless, jade and floyd having an ariel moment but they're…a fucked up version of ariel, typical siren-behavior, floyd calls you pretty◞

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WHAT AN ODD LITTLE pirate you were.

Raised by your mother, horrific twisted tales of the deep were practically bedtime stories for you. She was a former ship's captain and a seasoned sailor who had spent more than half of her life at sea.

Mother weaved tales of glorious bloody battles, of thrashing waves, and, most importantly, of dangerous creatures in the sea. Hatred and fear for these grotesque marine creatures have been indoctrinated in you since you were young. It was imbued to the very core of your being, hammered and nailed into your head.

Alas, it appears that you have entirely disregarded the cautions that were issued to you. Any capable pirate knew better than to invite merfolk around.

Especially if you were all alone on a ship.

This year, spring had arrived a little earlier than usual, but you didn't mind at all.

It was at an obscene hour of the night when you were aimlessly paddling your little rowboat over the waves.

Floating a few feet away from your ship, you were gazing out over the sea where the waters were flat and serene, blue as far as your vision would allow. It was a sight you've grown all too accustomed to seeing.

You've sailed a hundred expeditions down this route and you were well aware of the carnage and bloodshed that’s been wrought here in the name of piracy.

A majority of which you've taken part in as—Captain (Y/N).

Young as you were, despite your youth, you had ambition. Already having established yourself as a living legend—or, as some have dubbed you, a living nightmare.

Sailors—young and old—have perished in your name, ships have sunk at your command, and your sword has spilt the blood of hundreds. You had amassed a great fortune from wandering merchants, and fellow pirates alike, all of which were misfortunate enough to fall upon your path.

These were tales and legends from bygone eras; the golden age of piracy had long since passed. Nowadays, you just cruise the sea anyway you pleased.

Adventure seldom found you.

In the middle of reminiscing, you abruptly became aware of a shimmering brilliance beneath the murky sea.

Oh?

'Maybe it was a trick of the waves? Or was it the moonlight's illusion?' You ponder to yourself as you stand at the stern of the boat and look out into the dreary waters.

The entire ocean sleeps when the moon is full. In the middle of the night, no fish or creature would dare remain thus near a boat...so what could possibly be out there?

Peering down, you make eye contact with a pair of glowing yellow eyes, slitted into diamonds.

Startled, the unknown creature slips back into the darkness with scarcely a ripple to disrupt the waves enveloping all about them. You're hypnotized by their shimmering skin as they moved smoothly and elegantly past the icy surfs.

In those short seconds while staring into the pitch-black sea, your mind conjures only one word.

Mermaid.

STRANGE AND STRANGELY FASCINATING, it was. "It" being the obsessive infatuation the Leech twins had for you.

Since they were little, the two brothers have been watching you grow up on that ship, peeping at you behind rocks and tall clusters of brilliant coral.

Curiosity and an interest for humans drew them to you at first, so they thought nothing of it. However, later, as they grew older, that interest developed into something more.

One that made their hearts feel like it was going to burst, a blood-curdling carnage of red and pink spills gushing out in a splatter. With the mere mention of your name, their stomachs sink and turn. The hems of love along their hearts diving into obsession—both feelings closely akin.

Jade and Floyd haven't run upon anyone who was courageous enough to meet creatures like them. Though, they shouldn’t have expected anything less from a pirate like you with an astronomical desire for adventure.

As you waved down at them from the ocean's depths, both of them swiftly swam up to the surface, eager to meet you. Their hands were clamoring and their hearts were racing to a tune that sang praises for you.

"There you are." You grinned handsomely, cocking your head to the side. The flowing fabric of your blouse blew wildly in the fresh salty wind, exposing bits and pieces of your chest and neck for them to see. "Hello~"

Big love-tinted eyes peeked up at you, drinking in every feature, blemish, and scar on your flesh. Occasionally, your gazes would meet and they would quickly avert their stare—a deep blue hue creeping up their cheeks, almost as if they felt bashful around you.

Even then, you thought it would be more appropriate if you were the one who was acting timid.

Because, by the gods, their beauty was such a sight to behold above the waters. In all your years out at sea and land, you've seen no maiden nor man with such features.

Such captivating features.

Teal-haired, with keen, slitted eyes that were veiled with thick, drooping lashes. Cheeks colored with a pale touch of death.

They were breathtakingly beautiful.

There was an urge, a pull at your heart to dive down and join them—drowning yourself in their embrace. Though, you resisted, almost immediately recognizing the sorcery that pulled on your carnal desires.

Mother and weather-beaten sailors had warned you of this. This overwhelming want. This spellbinding stare. Yet as they both drift closer, the forewarned dangers vanishes from your thoughts like mist. You're now left with little more than a hazy consciousness as you see them approach your boat.

You are in grave danger yet you are not afraid. Fear does not grip you as you raise a leg over the side of the boat, swing it over the top of the wood, and then sit over the edge, never taking your eyes off the mermen in front of you.

Their entire body, apart from their eyes, were submerged in the water which made it hard to determine what their species were. Though you could occasionally catch the flicker of their tail slapping against the surface.

Speaking of their tail, it was an utterly resplendent sight! Even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to explain its magnificience as it gleamed brighter than any of the gold or jewels your sullied hands have ever taken hold of.

Its lack of a single color and its vivid, luminous nature fascinated you. Depending on how the moonlight hit it, it radiated a wide range of shades, from the deep tint of blueish teal to a rich shade of bluish jade.

"First time away from your home?" You rasp, waving a hand in the ocean, watching as small ripples curved against the water's surface, tides of the blue abyss travelling outwards.

Minutes pass, and yet you get no response.

"Hmm…you two don't talk much, do you?"

Jade and Floyd knew all about pirates, heard every story, whisper, and tale of the bloodthirsty monsters fueled by lust for gold and glory. And yet, they somehow struggle to picture you as the avaricious captain you were labelled as.

Still, while you appeared free and jovial, both of them could sense that you yearned for the thrill of danger, for life-threatening adventure, and for the many fantastic yet perilous things the ocean has to offer.

They exchanged glances, and at that instant, their plan was set in place.

Appearing docile, Floyd shook his head no, hovering near you and spinning around playfully.

"Awe, aren't you a cute little guy?" You cooed, running a rough hand along his back. The mer shivered, preening at your compliment.

"I really shouldn't be so close to you, though. Us pirates usually avoid approaching any merfolk since…they feel your methods, your ways of living are…" You trailed off, waving a hand in the air as you searched for the right words.

"Spooky?" Jade spoke out, swimming closer to you with a sinister glitter in his eyes. Breath hitching in your throat, you leaned towards him, an amused smirk slowly stretching across your cheeks. "Oh ho? You do talk."

"I can do much more than that." Jade purred, the tone of his voice sinking into a sonorous lull.

Well, you certainly can’t deny that something draws you to these two.

The predictability of your life on these seas has gotten boring to you. Gone were the days of bloodthirsty glory instead, it was always the same routine. Poring over the same ancient yellowed maps, loitering about the deck, and secluding yourself away in the vast sea.

You know your mother would be horrified by your actions, disgusted to see you mingling and, Poseidon forbid—flirting with these…mer.

Though you couldn't bring yourself to care. Speaking with these two was the closest thing to excitement you've felt in a long time.

"That's a pretty voice, love." The grin on your face lacks any of the warmth it had in the past few moments.

You tip your head back and giggle, raspy and brittle, "I heard a mer's song was, um, what did those bards call it? Ah, yes—A voice that is so alluring that men and women jump overboard in squadrons."

"Hauntingly beautiful, that's what the poets call you mermaids…" You hum, watching them slyly from your row boat while reclining back against the wood.

Gaze drifting down their body, your arms folded around your chest and your gaze turned half-lidded, lips curled up in a sensual, cat-like smirk. "…and I can see why. Haunted, I am."

Both of them go abruptly silent and you chuckle, staring at them through the wreaths of grey smoke that curled into fanciful hazy whirls from the foggy environment.

Floyd and Jade squirmed as they both felt the strong pull of their instincts, screaming at them to just drag you into the waters already.

Your conniving praises and silver tongue was starting to get to them. One more push and—

"Say…I've been meaning to ask," You murmur, and seem to take a moment to stare into their innermost souls.

"Can you sing for me…?"

Something snaps.

Floyd makes a low sound, somewhere between a trill and a growl, while Jade's eyes darken considerably. Beneath your piercing, ice-cold gaze, the twins felt their nerves prickle up like the flickering electric stings of a jellyfish.

This is a dangerous game you're playing.

"…You're quite the flatterer," Jade—ever so composed—is quick to snap out of it and smiles simply, tapping his talons along the wooden deck. "…I suppose I could grant you your wish. Though, there is to be an exchange for it."

"Hm? What's that, mate?" You looked up at your ship from your little boat, eyes darting to the windows of your chambers. "That ol' girl isn't new to the seas so there's quite a lot of stuff there. Maybe some of my treasures will catch your fancy—"

"No." Jade interrupts you, the shadow over his eyes returns. "…I do not wish for any treasure or gold. All I want is a kiss."

"A kiss?" You parroted, an eyebrow elevated and amused laughter peaking from your lips. "I have chests of golds and heaps of ruby-eyed jewelry; yet, all you want is a kiss, is that truly what you desire?"

"Yes."

"Nothin' more?"

Jade ponders and pauses for a while, before turning to face his brother. "Floyd, perhaps you want something as well?"

"I wanna kiss from pretty shrimpy too!" Floyd cooed, pursing his lips at you and imitating kissing sounds by hollowing his cheeks. His strong arms, taut with ripping muscle, are crossed over one other as it rests upon the rims of your boat.

"So, what do you say, Captain? Is it a deal~?" Floyd stretches out a hand expectantly.

And you take it.

"Deal." You smirk. "One kiss for each of you, in exchange for a song. Pirate's honor."

Not like the honor of a pirate was worth much anyways.

The melody lifting from Jade's lips was somewhat familiar to you, yet it was of a faraway nostalgia. You couldn’t remember where you'd last heard it, but it felt…right. He had a voice that was velvety smooth; thick, and deep like a dream.

"Upon one summer's morning / I carefully did stray," Jade sang, deep voice flowing off his lips in a sweet honeyed song—its melody lathering itself on your tongue. The saccharine taste of its imbricating rhythm obliterating every bit of skepticism you held towards them. "Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay."

"My heart is pierced by Cupid / I disdain all glittering gold." Jade continued, tucking the long dark strand of his hair behind his ear—leaning his head atop the rickety rims of the boat's mossy wood. "There is nothing can console me / but my jolly sailor bold."

"Come all you pretty fair mers, whoever you may be / Who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea." Floyd hums along, lovingly tracing a hand up your arm. His voice was a lovely little thing; echoing deep throughout the air.

As expected, they sang beautifully, hauntingly; with an accent in a tongue native only to the sea. There was a mystical lull weaved into their voices—fitting to their titles as bewitching creatures of the sea.

"My heart is pierced by Cupid /I disdain all glittering gold." Jade stares straight ahead, his sapphire gaze alluringly fixed on you seated in front of him.

"There is nothing can console me…" Pushing himself up the wooden edge of your boat, the eel lures you over and you followed. "…but my jolly sailor bold."

As Jade's song came to its finality, he leaned in close and pressed a swift warm kiss atop your agape mouth, such tenderness in his affections—and that of heavily masked lust. The eel parted from you, nipping at your bottom lip and watching with unbridled delight as a flicker of pink hue glazed over your diluted eyes.

"Come in the water, shrimpy~" Floyd cooed at you, claws reaching out to trace against the curve of the ships side. "We don't bite~"

Songbound, you leaned in towards the two and plunged in.

You don’t think about holding your breath.

The water was ice-cold and it strikes at you like a venomous bite. Yet before you could sink, two strong hands grasp at your waist, keeping you afloat in spite of the rough rocks of the sea. Jade was cradling you close to his chest, his hold firm and uncompromising while his tail encircled and bound your legs together.

"Hello, shrimpy~" Crooning, Floyd moved to rest his wet cheek against your tangled hair, talons pushing past the fringes of your damp torn-up shawl to rest against your thighs.

The slippery pads of his fingers trailed up to your torso; Travelling from your hips, past your corset, all the way up to your chest. The eel toyed with the drawstrings of your poet shirt before grasping it tight and yanking you forward.

"You're so pretty~" Floyd trailed his other hand up your neck, sharp talons feathering over your pulse dangerously. The eel craned his head down to meet you eye to eye.

"I could just eat you up." The silky strands of his lashes fluttered against his lidded gaze as he leaned in close, breath fanning across your burning cheeks. Floyd pulled you into a deep kiss, loving the way you groaned against his mouth.

Chuckling against your lips, Floyd tightened his hold on your neck—his claws almost breaking skin, "You like that, shrimpy?"

You return the kiss, dazedly smiling against his lips before pulling away, lungs in desperate need of oxygen.

Floyd could see drops of water resting atop your swollen lips, and as your tongue darts out to wipe them, a fiery desire ignites in the deep curves and crooks of his heart. It didn't take long before he was diving in once more, lips pressing against the side of your neck.

While his brother was fixated on marking your skin, Jade hugged you from behind—affectionately cuddling into your hair.

The eel ran his hand up your throat and grasps your jaw with webbed hands to tilt your head backwards. He presses his lips against yours, the thick muscle of his tongue prying your mouth open before it darted in.

Floyd glides away from your form after a few minutes, leaving your neck sufficiently bitten and marked. He grinned excitedly and took your hands in his webbed ones, whisking you away from Jade.

You couldn't help but notice how he was gently dragging you away from the rowboat. "Say, shrimpy~ You ever wondered what it's like to swim under the sea?"

A flash of clarity hits you, shattering the enchanting spell that both mermen had cast upon your heart. You sensed danger as both eels started to close in, grinning ominously which revealed their fangs—long and dripping with thirst.

It seems that your fun little swim was over.

"I can't say I've ever experienced the pleasures of drowning—" you muttered. "And I don't intend to do so very soon."

The texture of their tails may appear solid and rough, but when you kick your legs at Floyd's, you immediately discover how the skin is supple when touched.

The sharp end of your worn boots cut at his silky luminescent skin, dragging along the scales of his flesh and leaving a deep cut in its wake. A small trickle of blue blood spreads into the waters and the eel hisses, darting away from you.

You try to swim away, but something—or rather, someone—gets in your way.

"My my, leaving so soon, pearl?" Jade quips, grin all-to-sharp.

In hindsight, it was foolish to interact with two mermen you hardly knew, especially ones who were taut with sharp teeth and firm muscles. Any pirate with half a mind would know to turn the other way and flee if these two approached them.

The mer both advanced to surround you, a mysterious glimmer swimming behind the haze of their duo-colored eyes.

A startling epiphany rushes over you.

As slippery as they might be, there’s no hiding the lethal sheen of pink in their eyes—especially not from you, a pirate who’s spent a fair number of their days hauling the cold dead bodies of lovesick sailors away from their watery graves.

These two weren't your run-of-the-mill mermen, no. You have heard about them before—in tales and legends.

Mermaids. Vampires of the sea. Water nymphs. Naiads. Sirens.

Many names, yet they are all the same.

A sighting like this is not unusual. This species of mer is mostly found in the deepest, darkest sections of the ocean, and they only come up to hunt at night.

It seems that you've walked right into their trap. Sailors were their easiest prey.

"Ah." You grit your teeth, a low, breathy snarl slipping past your swollen lips. "I should've known."

There’s a warm yet strong pressure against your shoulders and arms; followed by an odd feeling of heaviness as you were suddenly propelled down the water's surface. Webbed hands keep you pinned beneath the waves and you're suddenly all-too-aware of your body's exhaustion; of the salty liquid flowing past your tongue and the scorching gurgle that ignites your lungs as water fills it.

There's a ruckus around you, and you can barely hear Jade's voice, who was eerily calm in the midst of your murder. A bottle is then abruptly forced into your mouth, the potion within it spilling down your throat and leaving you disoriented.

It appears that today is the day that the monotony in your life finally ends. The pull of unconsciousness becomes too strong to resist, and the world darkens.

TO BE CONTINUED...?

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lovesicklovermia · 7 months ago

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𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡

﹒﹒ ﹒summary - after a difficult few days on the road in the heat, you're left feeling down about motherhood, and the wellness of your daughter. thank goodness your husband noticed.

﹒﹒ ﹒set in - season 5, before the storm

﹒﹒ ﹒pairing - daryl dixon x reader

﹒﹒ ﹒ content inclusions - dad!daryl dixon, mom!reader

parched whines, which for once were not released from the walkers mouths, had been all you’d heard for several hours. guilt, expanding and wrapping around your lungs like ivy trellis. your baby girl, just like rick’s, was hungry, and innocent. bob had said, before his life ended one solemn night, that the world ‘was going to change’, for he could tell by the pure appearance of you, as well as your leaders, young children. nowadays, it was difficult to tell whether she’d change the world, or if she’d still be fulfilled, well-rested enough, and most importantly, happy enough to do so.

pregnancy, around the same time as lori, the dear woman who was lost too soon, yet lost too far back to recall the days events without a hazy vision and mind, and without an elicited sob. you seemed to sob all too frequently lately. your baby did too.

it seemed that, for so long, both judith and your baby were cooed and fawned over, yet, in closer days, it seemed coos and giggles were replaced by rumbling stomachs, and sighs of absolute defeat. it was honestly surprising that many of the members of the team hadn't given up completely, yet you supposed they each had their reasons to stay alive. father gabriel, by his faith. abraham, for rosita. maggie, even in her damaged and devastated state, for glenn, and for affirming and keeping beth, and herschel, and everyone’s memory alive.

as for your husband? well, for your baby, of course. she was a joint creation, and that was abundantly clear, for she possessed your husband’s bright blue eyes (although a teasing michonne assured that all babies had blue eyes), and your nose and lips. he loved her with every inch of his redneckin’ heart, and despite the sweaty heat of the summer months, he’d held no obligations to wearing a scarf wrap, an easy way for you to smile gently at your baby. of course, he was terrified of sneaking walkers, for your baby seemed to hold the ability to be forever calm and docile in whichever situation was thrown at the girl.

he’d been terrified of you slipping away from him since day one, yet through the struggles and hardships of the last couple of months, his team had hardly had paid attention to the tears you shed when people glanced at your child for too long, if they asked if his baby girl had been fed, or anything remotely questioning on the livelihood of your child. yes, you knew she was struggling - you knew she deserved to grow up in a gentler world. the world had been no kinder than it was before, yet now previously closed doors were open, and horrific individuals were free to roam.

you’d heard all about it. you’d heard the horror stories - hell, if it wasn’t for your husband shielding you from the troubles, you would have experienced quite a few days of misjustice yourself.

instead, your only misfortunes came from your mind, and the guilt that ate away at your heart. from too many moments that you felt your baby was going to starve, or dehydrate, or even perish from boredom. it had been too many days, far too many, and as you, for once, held the baby to your chest, wandering aimlessly down the straightforward road, you couldn’t walk in silence much longer. speaking to your baby, carol had once told you, was the ‘best way your baby could learn to love you’. yet, with the way things were going, there was nothing left for her to love. you felt practically skin and bones, and your stomach rumbling was now occurring constantly - it hardly stopped. so, today, as you spoke quietly to your baby, you spoke words that seemed easily generalizable.

‘you been having so much fun?’ was the first words that escaped your lips, projecting lies immediately onto your child. oh, lord did this feel manipulative. your child was a victim of the apocalypse, not a resident of a soft play centre. something of a frustrated sigh escaped your lips, as your child only stared at you, reaching out to tap at your neck. it’d be easier if she just cried - at least she’d still be showing signs of active participation.

‘your mama - i think she’s stopped - i think, maybe -’ yet you couldn’t so much as choke out the words, without an angry tear slipping down from your eye. ‘maybe i’ve stopped trying for you, and i haven’t realised, and-’ the rest of the group were further back, far enough back that you could sit yourself down on the road, holding your baby up, so you could clearly see her red, heated cheeks, and sweating head. ‘i’m really sorry, but that’s not enough, and-’

a familiar tap of a foot behind you, and you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut momentarily. this wasn’t how parenthood was meant to be - your husband, your child’s father, walking in on you holding up your baby and crying over her lack of food and drink. yet, here he was, and his reaction was worth waiting for.

you, from the burning sun, were practically sizzling, so he approached with such gentleness, it only made another small sob escape your lips. ‘yea, i know.’ he mumbled, placing a dirtied, yet, to you, incredibly gentle hand on your wrist, reaching over to press a quick and soft kiss to his baby girl’s forehead. ‘i know, i know, but-’

and daryl paused. you hadn’t expected that. he could spew out pointless lies with the best of them, but with you, he could never. his pause delivered truth into his next words.

‘you’re doing the best you can.’ it was enough for you to melt, because although it didn’t feel enough, from such a hard-working individual, it felt, indescribably, a message that provided safety to your beating heart. ‘for us, and for ‘er, and for the future of-’ he gestured back to the group, all gathered aimlessly. ‘our baby will know the choices we woulda’ made, if we coulda’.’ you couldn’t disagree with that. it wasn’t your fault that streams didn’t flow nearby, that it was summertime, that the berries on bushes had already been picked.

cupping a hand around your back, the archer wasted no time in gently assisting you to stand, before lifting his baby’s body to his hip. a soft crinkle from her nose, and an even softer sneeze from the girl, and you couldn’t help but both let out a tiny, fortunate laugh. and as a splotch of water fell upon your shoulder, then another on daryl’s crossbow, then a final one on your daughters head, you quickly gained the most amount of hope you’d ever felt, let alone after days of hardships.

‘an’, anyway -’ your husband continued, throwing your daughter slightly up, before catching her and chuckling at her squeals. ‘we don’ need mother nature. we’ll just tell baby that you control the weather, how about tha’?’ the squeal from his daughter, and the grin from his wife felt better than any amount of rain, but he supposed he’d keep that to himself.

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rifle-yes · 16 days ago

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normally I love getting emails from students telling me my class helped or came up in their life in some way - but the number of emails I've gotten from students over the years telling me they used the evac shopping list or the bug out bags we made in my geo hazards class is pretty horrific and the reason I'm going to gently poke you all and ask you:

how much drinkable water do you have on hand if your water stops working? (aim for 3 gallons per person per day)

do you have a physical copy of a map with at least two evacuation routes should internet or your phones not work?

how much food do you have that is non-perishable and easy to travel with and are the expiration dates still good? (2k calories per person per day)

do you have at least two flashlights with fresh batteries and replacement batteries?

do you have a pair of more rugged clothes you can easily grab that you know will fit you and be weather appropriate for the season?

do you have a carrier(s) that fits (all) your pet(s) comfortably for long periods of time?

do you have a bag set aside with a dental hygiene and standard hygiene items you could easily grab?

is your first aid kid freshly stocked with more than just bandaids and checked for expired items? are your prescription meds easy to get to and add to this if needed? do you have pain killers, tummy trouble pills, antihistamines, splints, ACE bandages, medical tape, & alcohol wipes (these are my most used items in the field)

where are your important papers (passports, insurance papers, proof of ownership, birth certificates, important photos, etc) and are they ready to travel if need be?

if you're in an area with cold temps do you have thermal blankets or normal ones?

do you have toilet paper and menstrual items? because restroom restocking/cleaning is not a priority for most places in a disaster situation and sometimes you don't even get the luxury of having a restroom.

do you have a back up power bank?

weird items you might not have in your go bag but might want to consider:

PPE eye covers like lab goggles or even swimmers goggles if you're in fire zone - it can help prevent eye irritation in smokey areas

DUCT TAPE. DUCT TAPE. DUCT TAPE. ADD IT TO YOUR BAG NOW.

disposable face masks - don't breathe in smoke

silverware/utensils - you can eat food right from a can but silverware takes up minimal space

headlamps like hikers/bikers/ya girl uses - SUPER USEFUL and it keeps your hands free

a whistle

solar power stations (I have a Jackery brand solar power station for the field and this thing is a work horse - 10/10 do recommend)

chemical cold packs/hot packs

pocket knife

cash (apple pay and cards aren't always accepted in emergencies)

barter items (cash isn't always accepted or useful in emergencies) like tiny airplane bottles of booze, big bottles of booze, cigarette packs, extra medical supplies, batteries, duct tape, toilet paper)

pashminas/scarves/shemagh - useful in more than one way

& a question people sometimes forget: can you easily lift and carry the bag that contains these items? a 75lb/45kg bag of gear will do you no good if you can't pick it up and take it with you in an emergency.

#rifle's fault #all of the continents used to be one body so you aren't ever alone

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willow-al-najjar · 1 year ago

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Israel has destroyed all hospitals and healthcare facilities in Gaza and North Gaza.

Anyone injured now bleeds to death.

Horrific reports tell of dozens of uncounted bodies in the streets, thousands more under the rubble.

Isn't this a genocide when 20,000 Palestinians have already perished?

Isn't this a genocide when deliberately targeting hospitals and medical facilities?

#gaza #palestine #فلسطين #غزة #israel #israel terror #israel war criminal #ceasfire now #ethnic cleansing #free gaza #free palestine

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midnightsun-if · 7 months ago

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What would the Ros' reaction be like when killing someone to protect Mc?

Koda: "I'm sorry it had to come to this," he murmurs, gently lowering the body to the ground. The sentiment coming from anyone else would have rung false, but a sincerity lurks within his soft brown gaze that made the bittersweet truth all the more apparent. He knows that if it ever came down to protecting his mate or not taking a life, he'd choose his mate every time, but that didn't make the heaviness on his chest any lighter. "My mama always taught me that you only kill what you need to. Never more than that, because the universe will be unbalanced, and it'll end up righting itself by coming back to haunt you." Koda shakes his head, brow furrowed. "I'm sorry that your death became a necessity."

Scarlett: Blood had never tasted so sweet. Droplets of crimson fall down alabaster fingers as Scarlett grips what remained of the throat she had just torn out, a snarl etched across an elegant face, full lips pulled back in the beginning of a primal growl, fangs coated in red. "Did you think that I wouldn't hunt you? That I wouldn't tear this world apart in order to find the insolent little worm that thought it was okay to harm her?" Her grip tightens, delighting in the strangled gurgle of pain the action causes, as she brings the insipid creature closer. "Your gravest error, besides hurting her, was thinking you'd ever be able to escape. I would let cities turn to ash if it meant I could bask in the warmth the fire cast with her by my side. I would bring ruin and damnation upon the gods themselves, even if it meant I was cast to hell, because I would know what it felt like to have heaven in my arms." Scarlett cocks her head to the side, the ghost of a sardonic smirk appearing briefly. "Taking your life? Is the smallest of sacrifices that I'm willing to make for my heart."

Cyrus/Cyra: A Healer. You're a Healer. The words ring through their mind, sounding vaguely like their grandfather, as they stare at the body in front of them, blood staining the ground in a horrific display; a shade that matched the brilliant vermillion hue that their own eyes had become, soft gold being eclipsed by fiery red. A Healer. You're a Healer. It's a sentiment that echoes tauntingly as they watch the light leave the other's eyes, a grim melancholy settling over them because they know that a single drop of a golden tear would have prevented it. "I am," they whisper, their grip on the still pristine fabric of their pants tightening further. "I am a Healer but before that, before anything, I am theirs."

Quinn: Should have made them suffer. Made them scream. Their wolf snarls, clearly angry at the lack of Quinn's "proper" response to the threat that had been imposed upon their mate. "Enough," Quinn orders, a growl working its way into their voice. They could envision their wolf clearly; the large form pacing in the mental prison Quinn had entrapped it in. "We're not like our family. We're better. We do not do what they would have done." Sapphire blue eyes glint dangerously underneath the moonlight, a sharpness hardening the usually calm expression. They know their words would do little to appease their wolf -- not when it was in hunt mode -- but Quinn would never let themself become what they had once been. "Besides," they continue, their eyes taking in the mangled form before them. "I think we made them suffer plenty."

Caden: Despite their personal feelings on the individual perishing before them, Caden would never forsake their sworn duty -- something that had given them a purpose for so long; their only one, if they were being honest with themself. Until you came along. Silver eyes, a haunting shade of argent in the moonlight, meet the dimming gaze of the person they had just killed, an icy chill working itself out from their chest as they grasp a slackening cheek. "It's alright," they intone, voice carrying sharply across the gentle breeze, wrapping itself within the very sounds of nature. "You can rest now."

Sloane: Harsh breaths escape chapped lips, almost panting due to the exertion, as bloodily bruised fists continue to slam into the figure that had tried to take their everything from them. They had already lost their home once; they weren't about to let some asshole, with a superiority complex and a penchant to not know what was good for them, take the one they had only just found. Stop. Enough. The command from their wolf, harsh in its softness, would normally be ignored, shrugged off like an annoying gnat that still persisted to invade their personal space, but their bone-deep tiredness, coupled by their own fears, causes them to finally halt their movements. Hazel eyes honing in on the mess they had made, but they can't bring themself to feel too bad. Not if it meant that you'd be okay, that you'd be safe, due to their actions.

Blake: A small grimace flits across their features, violet eyes narrowed in disgust as they observe the small flecks of red that had suddenly decided to reside on their silk shirt. "That's just unsanitary," they mutter, sending a sharp glare towards the still form before them. "It didn't have to happen, you know? Wouldn't have cared if you had gone after anyone else, but you had to go after them." They settle on their haunches, a snarl twisting their typically docile expression. "And that?" Blake shakes their head; blonde curls being displaced on their forehead. "That is simply unforgivable."

Reginald/Regina: "I-I'm s-sorry. I'm so sorry." The knife, still stained a nauseating crimson, falls from their laxed grip, the clatter of it striking the ground only a dulcet sound compared to the static that had begun to build within their ears. Nausea swirled within their stomach, anguish squeezing their throat in a vice grip, as tears steadily begin to make a trail down their face. Pain, unlike anything they had ever felt before, rips through their chest like the knife had only done a moment before to the figure laying prone on the ground. I had to do it. I had to protect them. I didn't have a choice. They slowly sink to the ground, shaking hands tearing at their hair. I didn't have a choice. I didn't have a choice. I didn't have a cho--

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: r presley #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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lemon-natalia · 4 months ago

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Nona the Ninth Reaction - Epilogue

what in the biblical language is this, it’s such a contrast to Nona’s narration. love a good TLT epilogue shift to a completely different perspective and narrative style

Alecto’s first word is ‘You’, which presumably connects to the end of saying ‘i still love y-’ in the poem at the beginning?

HARROWHARK NONAGESIMUS is back baby!! my girl is finally in the same room as Gideon for the first time in two books. i cannot wait to see Harrow’s reaction to Kiriona Gaia in AtN

‘I only die in longing for thee’ ok so the language here is definitely coloured by Alecto’s narration style, but i love that Ianthe’s response to Harrow calling her ‘bitch’ is to apparently say something extremely romantic

THEN PERISH

pfff and Alecto just tosses Ianthe aside. the last third of this book has not been great for Ianthe’s ego

ok so the the attitude of Alecto to Pyrrha here is very interesting to me, specifically the mention of ‘appeasement’ - Alecto says that John ‘laid [her] down’ to appease ‘them’, presumably the Lyctors, which fits with what we know about the situation of Alecto being put in the tomb already. but what stands out as slightly odd here is that Alecto also says ‘he fed you to them as an appeasement to them’ - the Lyctors seemed more upset by the whole ‘consuming the souls of their cavaliers’ thing, rather than ‘appeased’. again i think there’s a lot more to the original ascension than the reader knows yet

‘and now all he has done is teach me how to die’ well that’s ominous. and also horrifically sad that this is clearly something learned as Nona, who had accepted her death, in contrast to Harrow’s assertion in John 5:4 that the only thing that scared Alecto was death

between Ianthe and Alecto Harrow just seems to be extremely kissable

also Alecto biting Harrow as her understanding of a kiss vs Nona having an innate understanding of body language … its so sad. i miss Nona so much already

‘Get in line thou big slut!’ listen that cannot be anyone other than my girl Gideon!! i have a feeling that Alecto being in service to Harrow is going to cause Tension in the next book

‘At which John awakened and said, Annabel, good morning’ WHAT. what the hell is going on right now

that is one hell of a line to leave the book on, and pretty fitting given that the book has essentially told both of their stories (Alecto as Nona, John via Harrow’s dreams), and ends with them actually being on page together for the first time. also it is just like John to be totally, annoyingly chill about his kinda ex stabbing him in the chest smh

#the next post will be the unwanted guest liveblog and then after that i'll do a final review #lemon natalia reads the locked tomb #tlt #nona the ninth #the locked tomb liveblog #the locked tomb

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aliterarywitch · 5 months ago

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I’ve been thinking about the Doctor and Clara a lot a month after watching season 7b,8,9 for the first time. To myself, I define their relationship as not platonic, not romantic but a third thing™️ (not not romantic and not not platonic?). Basically, whatever they have between them is much like whatever Heathcliff and Cathy had in Wuthering Heights (which is not a love story at all. But it is…. sublime, in the gothic sense. Powerful, beautiful, horrific).

Cathy on Heathcliff:

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

Heathcliff on Cathy after her death:

“Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!

The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”

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stevesjockstrap · 1 month ago

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Wanted: Christmas Help

Stevie/Krampus, Stevie/Eddie/Krampus • rated E • read on ao3 • monsterfucker Steve, Dubcon in that the humans are there not on their own accord, but then Krampus gets tricked into sexual relations, everyone is very enthusiastic about it though

Written for @stevieweek Holiday Movie Marathon - Krampus & @stmonstercalendar Krampus month 😈 @fuctacles putting in all the work fr

She/her pronouns for Stevie but no genitals described, feel free to imagine any or all Stevies 🖤 Krampus is not good with pronouns or names, hopefully it makes sense

He’d tried all the normal routes, you wouldn’t think it would be this hard to find evil henchmen. Or even some bumbling interns. At this point he would take a handful of obedient golems.

Wanted: Christmas Help. Pay negotiable. Must hate children. Serious inquiries only.

There were so many naughty, terrible children now that Krampus was exhausted. He had to delegate.

He checked his email the next day, zero new unread messages.

What was he supposed to do now?

Well, it couldn’t be helped, if he couldn’t get any volunteers, he’d have to find some unwilling assistance.

He’d put in a request to purchase some mortal souls. He had hoped he’d be able to return them after Christmas and get his gold back. For most of them, at least. He wouldn’t care if a few perished during the season. They usually allowed him to return them as long as they weren’t horrifically mangled.

The shipments had come just in time for him to scare the recruits into submission before it was showtime.

“You there, human,” Krampus ordered, waving a clawed hand towards a group he had sharpening sticks.

“Yes sir,” it answered while skipping over, seeming overjoyed to be following his direction. This one might end up becoming his favorite, really. He may keep this one instead of sending it back.

“Go gather more whips and bags and bring them back.”

Before he knew it, the human was back, somehow drenched and with a look on it’s face that would’ve made his heart clench if he had one.

“D-do you have any clothes?”

He scoffed. “Not for you, human. Now get back to work.”

He and the humans looked on in when it seemed to shrug and quickly stripped out of all the wet cloth, stepping out of it and continuing with the job at hand.

Another human with darker hair who had seemed somewhat bonded to the naked one glared at the rest of them and they got back to their tasks.

It didn’t take long before there was another issue with this particular human.

“What’s happening?” He roared, as it seemed there was a grouping of workers, decidedly not working.

Finally the dark haired one spoke up, angrily pointing at some other workers. “They think just because she’s naked they can- that they would be allowed to /touch/ her.”

“Eddie, don’t-“ the naked human argued.

“No! I’m sure even a demon has some regard for decency, right? Tell them to stop, or- I dunno, eat their lungs or something.”

There was an idea. But no, he needed workers, and unfortunately humans needed lungs in order to perform tasks.

“I won’t be eating any lungs … for now.” He glared around menacingly. No need to make it seem like he really needed them. “You,” he pointed at the trouble maker. “You come with me.”

The one called ‘Eddie’ seemed to like this even less. “No! Hey, that’s not- she didn’t do anything!”

‘She’ ducked her head anyways and walked towards him.

They walked towards the other end of his cave, and finally they reached a storage room of sorts. He opened the door and pointed inside the dark room. ‘She’ shook her head, and he huffed. “Go in there and find some coverings.”

Cocking it’s head towards the door, ‘she’ finally entered. He sighed. Humans and their complicated behaviors. Should’ve purchased something easier, like yetis.

“Thank you,” ‘she’ said, finally looking at him while nervously exiting the room.

He ignored it, naturally, and headed back towards the work areas. He almost made a very undemon-like noise as his hand was wrapped in something warm and soft. Stopping abruptly, he looked down to find that ‘she’ had taken his hand in both of hers, pulling it in to wrap her arms around it.

“Wh-what,” he cleared his throat. “I mean. Why are you doing that?”

“I just felt like it, and I was having a hard time keeping up with you.”

He nodded. ‘She’ did have much smaller strides than he did, being just about half of his size. “You are very short. Even for a human,” he added. Maybe he should’ve requested taller, stronger workers.

“I don’t really want to go back out there yet, you know. Could we go somewhere else?”

Now he was really stumped. “Somewhere else? Where would we go?”

‘She’ held onto his hand still, but now looked up at him with her big human eyes. There was a sort of war within him, this human could be setting him up for a trap, or trying to escape. But ‘she’ was tiny, and it didn’t seem like the others were working with it. Only the dark haired one had stood up for it.

“Anywhere, but maybe just somewhere we could be alone?”

Why did this human want to be alone with him? He couldn’t think of any rational reason. “Why?”

The human’s eyes rolled back and he thought maybe it was having some sort of fit. He’d never seen anything like it. “Okay, okay, this way.”

In his bedchambers, ‘she’ seemed to settle down, but then got very close to him again. “You know, we have a saying, sort of a very important tradition, actually — show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”

Now he was even more confused. But, probably seeing his reluctance, it continued, “Since you’ve already seen mine…”

“Ah, that is true.” He thought for another moment, this could be some tactical advantage to rid him of his coverings. It was true that he didn’t know all of human culture, he didn’t want to disrespect some important tradition, since he needed it to keep working.

‘She’ smiled when he loosened his belt, starting to shrug out of it’s own coverings. He presumed this was again tradition, maybe some human morality thing as to not bring shame to the naked one. But demons had no shame of such trivial matters.

When they were both unclothed, he was about to ask what the next step of the rite was when a small gasp had him looking around the chamber for an enemy.

Instead what he found was the human rubbing itself, it’s eyes looking toward his own genitals.

“Fuck, you’re big. I thought so, you know, with you being massive and everything.”

The human apparently liked him watching, so he sat at the edge of his nest. It had been a long, confusing day.

“Could I touch it? Please? Sir?”

Oh.

“Is that the next part of your human tradition?”

“Yes, a very important event,” ‘she’ nodded.

“Well, go ahead then.”

The warm, almost hesitant grip on his dick had him sighing. It had been a centuries since he’d thought about his own pleasure.

“Oh my god,” the human moaned. He had lengthened to hardness, now nearly the size of one of the human’s thighs.

“No blasphemy here, human,” he muttered. ‘She’ laughed. It was a nice sound. Maybe not as nice as the moaning.

“We probably don’t have time or lube to get this thing inside of me,” ’she’ said, almost to itself.

“No, and you wouldn’t be able to continue working afterwards, so we shall not be doing that.”

‘She’ played with and rubbed his precome down his length, a considering look on her face.

“But we could, um, the next part?” ‘She’ straightened, coming even closer so as to stand between his legs. “The next part of the tradition is we touch them together.”

That did seem to be the next logical step.

He gave a short nod and the human moved forward even more, wrapping it’s arms around his length, but ‘she’ became frustrated when that merely rubbed her chest with his length.

He huffed, inept humans cannot even perform their own rites correctly. He grabbed at her hips, raising them to sit on his lap facing him, bringing their engorged genitals into contact.

“Yes, oh shit,” it whined. It was a better sound than the laugh.

The human began making small, aborted movements around the base of his cock, it’s eyes rolling again. He watched as it shivered, groaning and a rush of come created a bit more lubrication between them.

“More, please, harder, I can’t-“ the human was now speaking nonsense, and he assumed it was nearing the end of the ritual. He stood, maneuvering the human’s legs to wrap around his length, using a grip with both hands to rut against it’s body.

It felt nice, rubbing along its soft warm skin, his sensitive head bumping into the human’s neck and chin.

He was close to coming, but he wasn’t sure if that would suffice to end the human’s demand. Using his tail, he began rubbing where he saw the human rub itself, causing it to make even better noises. It rubbed and pinched around the area, ‘she’ definitely seemed to enjoy that.

There was a sound from a few feet away, and he took his attention away from the human. The dark haired one, ‘Eddie,’ was standing in the doorway to his chamber, mouth open and staring at them.

Maybe a witness was required for the rite. He shrugged, not paying it any mind as he continued thrusting into the tight grasp of the human’s body, continuing to play around with areas to flick his tail to make the best sounds.

Finally, a scream came from it, another rush of fluid between them. He decided that must be the finale, so he allowed himself faster thrusts, pulling the human’s body faster on his dick, seeking his own release. The human squeezed it’s arms and legs around him tighter, making him groan and see stars.

“Come for me,” ‘she’ wailed, “don’t stop, ah! Fuck!”

As his own climax hit, another wracked the small body around himself, tightening its hold even more, prolonging his own release.

Finally he dropped back down onto his nest, panting. He allowed a quick glance at the spare human a few feet away, but it still seemed transfixed, not raising a coup or brandishing any weapons. As he caught his breath, realizing his hands were caressing the soft folds of the human.

“Eddie?”

“Stevie,” the human said back, with an air of something he couldn’t distinguish.

“Could we do more?” ‘She’ asked, looking at him now instead of the human.

He didn’t know what that meant, but he had enjoyed himself so far following this human’s strange traditions. He nodded.

“Come fuck me, Eddie. He’s too big,” she gasped, still holding his twitching dick to her body. “I couldn’t, please?”

The other human’s eyes roved over their forms, stepping forward to gain a better look.

“Three orgasms wasn’t enough for you?”

‘She’ laughed lightly, shaking her head. “Need more, c’mon, I saw how you were looking at me before. I see that bulge in your pants.”

‘Eddie’ stepped forward and met the other’s mouth with it’s own, making strange noises.

“Some time today, humans, you still have work to do,” he reminded roughly.

They pulled away, smiling up at him.

Together the three of them moved, allowing the smaller human to still rut against his cock while ‘Eddie’ slid into a hole he hadn’t noticed before.

“Yes, fuck me!”

Curious, he snuck his tail to where they were connected, making both humans cry out.

“Oh shit. Yeah, go ahead,” ‘Eddie’ quickly nodded. Not that he needed permission, but it gave him a little boost as he slid his tail inside, receiving groans and gasps from the humans. He quickly figured out he could flick against the cockhead while simultaneously rubbing against a sensitive nub inside, making both humans screech for him.

“Maybe I’ll keep both of you around,” he mused, more to himself than anything, but the humans seemed to like the idea as well, their thrusts becoming wild. ‘Eddie’s’ hand came around to pinch and rub at the spots on the other’s chest. He hadn’t tried that, so he rubbed them too.

“Your hands are so fucking big. I need them inside of me soon, too. And I’m going to ride your face and hold onto your horns,” ‘she’ gasped, rutting back and forth between the two cocks. “I’m getting this monster dick inside of me eventually.”

The other human huffed a laugh at that, “You’ve got a lot of plans, Stevie.”

“What’s that?” He asked. It was the second time he’d called it that.

“Stevie? That’s my name.”

He frowned, but took it in stride. He slid his fingers around Stevie’s body, continuing his exploration of places that made the human shake and whine, until finally the thrusts became ragged and both humans cried out.

“Let’s go, you two, you both need a bath before I’m even considering another round,” Stevie goaded, weeks later. They were all happily covered in each other’s release.

Krampus only joined them every once in a while, but when he did things got overwhelming quickly. The things that tongue could do were worth a lifetime of slavery.

divider credits to @/strangergraphics @/tsunami-of-tears & @/fuctacles

#stranger things #Krampus #steddie #stevie harrington #Steve/eddie/oc #sorry I haven’t seen Krampus #Stevie and I are just here for the #monsterfucking #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #mine

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yoddhasblog · 10 months ago

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I think it's really stupid to believe that somehow the 'bat boys' are the most powerful Illyrians ever. Rhysand as a high lord is of course as powerful as it gets in this line but he's the strongest high lord?? How? Do they have a competition of sorts to decide that??? Rhysand's mother was an illyrian we know as much, but in order for me to believe the legitimacy of his power I'll have to say that illrian women are much more powerful than the men. That's where he inherited his power. Maybe some horrifically insecure leader started wing-clipping to satisfy his own ego??? But this is far-fetched at best because we know SJM didn't think that far.

In the case of Cassian and Azriel, both are fully Illrian. No high lord parentage. There's nothing about their lives or heritage that suggests that they could inherit and possess a power that strong.

Conclusion: the bat boys aren't that powerful. either everyone is just humouring them. or there were many illyrian children just as if not more powerful but as they weren't invited into the super special circle of the dreamers, they are given no importance at all. Maybe it was another bastard. If yes then they probably perished due to their own circumstances. It's perfectly known that illyrian mountains are brutal and children with no one to take care of are just left to starve and freeze to death. These Circumstances could be avoided if their own fucking leaders acknowledge them and actually help with reforms.

#sjm critical #anti inner circle #anti ic #sarah please do better #ramblings #anti rhysand #anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti acowar

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casualpeanutcollection · 11 months ago

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For Fatal’s birthday I really wanted to appreciate how good horror is written here:

I was thinking about how it must had been so terrifying for them to be in this situation. Not only you were kidnapped and is still being chased by this strange entity, but you are exhausted from running for who knows how long in hope to reach your family and friends who surely noticed your disappearance right? You think help is coming for you and you’ll be saved but

I really couldn’t stop thinking about what Swap must have felt here. After you escape this horrific situation and finally reach your safe place only to be hit in face with this. He and all of other duplicates were so easily replaced and perished without their family knowing what happened to them heck THEY DONT EVEN KNOW THEY DISAPPEARED they dont even suspect that their friend is long dead and part of their body was used to create another living being what’s more fucked up is that the said families and friends will never have a clue, they’ll be forever in this oblivion of not knowing what happened to their friend. Imagine your life not mattering to the point where you are so easily replaced and forgotten :/

P.S: Oh my gosh

“Have you ever thought about a world where everything is exactly the same expect you don’t exist, everything functions perfectly without you haha couldn’t read don��t think about this anymore couldn’t read please don’t think about this couldn’t read terrifies me”

#fatal error #fatal error sans #undertale au

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secular-jew · 10 months ago

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While there were periods of tolerance with Jews in Islamic-populated and controlled regions of the Middle East & North Africa (MENA), let this chronology disavow any notion that Islam treated its Jewish neighbors "well."

The list of massacres of Jews throughout all of Europe largely at the hands of Christianity, is equally, if not even more exhaustive.

But for Jews in MENA, it all started with Muhammad, who gave birth to concept of regularly demonizing and terrorizing, the majority and minority Jewish communities, often ending in outright theft of property, and then rape and murder of those folks who would not "submit."

The horrific attacks on Oct 7, 2023, all filmed for the world to see (because Islamists now publicly revel in their barbarity of infidels), was just one in a long list of 100+ of atrocities at the hands of Muhammad and his followers:

622 - 627: Ethnic cleansing of Jews (who comprised roughly 50% of the population of Medina) carried out by Muhammad and his Jihadis. Over 800 Jewish men and boys (based on a pubic hair check), were killed by beheading. Women were forced into sexual slavery, and the children were given to Islamic Jihadis as slaves. Mohammad force-married Safiyyah, after murdering her husband and father.

629: 1st Alexandria Massacres of Jews, Egypt.

622 - 634: Exterminations of Arabian Jewish tribes.

1106: Ali Ibn Yousef Ibn Tashifin of Marrakesh decrees death penalty for any local Jew, including his Jewish Physician, and as well as his Jewish military general.

1033: 1st massacre of Jews in Fez, Morocco.

1148: Almohadin of Morocco gives Jews the choice of converting to Islam, or expulsion.

1066: Granada Massacre of Jews, Muslim-occupied Spain.

1165 - 1178: Jews of Yemen given the choice (under new constitution) to either convert to Islam or die.

1165: Chief Rabbi of the Maghreb was publicly burnt alive. The Rambam (Maimonides, Moses ben Maimon), forced to flee Spain to Egypt.

1220: Tens of thousands of Jews massacred by Muslims Turkey, Iraq, Syria, and Egypt, after being blamed for Mongol invasion.

1270: Sultan Baibars of Egypt resolved to burn all the Jews, a ditch having been dug for that purpose; but at the last moment he repented, and instead exacted a heavy tribute, during the collection of which many perished.

1276: 2nd Fez Pogrom (massacre) against Jews in Morocco

1385: Khorasan Massacres against Jews in Iran

1438: 1st Mellah Ghetto massacres against Jews in Morocco

1465: 3rd Fez Pogrom against Jews in Morocco, leaving only 11 Jews left alive

1517: 1st Safed Pogrom in Muslim Ottoman controlled Judea

1517: 1st Hebron Pogrom in Muslim-controlled Judea, by occupying Ottomans

1517: Marsa ibn Ghazi Massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Libya

1577: Passover Massacre throughout the Ottoman Empire

1588 - 1629: Mahalay Pogroms of Jews in Iran

1630 - 1700: Yemenite Jews considered 2nd class citizens and subjugated under strict Shi'ite 'dhimmi' rules

1660: 2nd Judean Pogrom, in Safed Israel (Ottoman-controlled Palestine)

1670: Expulsion of Mawza Jews in Yemen

1679 - 1680: Massacres of Jews in Sanaa, Yemen

1747: Massacres of the Jews of Mashhad, Iran

1785: Pogrom of Libyan Jews in Ottoman-controlled Tripoli, Libya

1790 - 92: Tetuan Pogrom. Morocco (Jews of Tetuuan stripped naked, and lined up for Muslim perverts)

1800: Decree passed in Yemen, criminalizing Jews from wearing clothing that is new or good, or from riding mules or donkeys. Jews were also rounded up for long marches naked through the Roob al Khali dessert

1805: 1st Algiers Massacre/Pogrom of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Algeria

1808: 2nd Ghetto Massacres in Mellah, Morocco

1815: 2nd Algiers massacres/pogroms of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Algeria

1820: Sahalu Lobiant Massacres of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Syria

1828: Baghdad massacres/pogroms of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Iraq

1830: 3rd massacre/pogrom of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Algiers, Algeria

1830: Ethnic cleansing of Jews in Tabriz, Iran

1834: 2nd massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Hebron, Judea

1834: Massacre/pogrom of Safed Jews in Ottoman-controlled Palestine/Judea

1839: Massacre of the Mashadi Jews in Iran

1840: Damascus Affair following first of many blood libels against Jews in Ottoman-controlled Syria

1844: 1st Cairo Massacres of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Egypt.

1847: Dayr al-Qamar massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Lebanon

1847: Ethnic cleansing of the Jews in Jerusalem, Ottoman-controlled Palestine

1848: 1st Damascus massacre/pogrom, in Ottoman-controlled Syria

1850: 1st Aleppo massacre/pogrom of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Syria

1860: 2nd Damascus massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Syria

1862: 1st Beirut massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Lebanon

1866: Massacre of Jews by Ottomans Kuzguncuk, Turkey

1867: Massacre of Jews by Ottomans in Barfurush, Turkey

1868: Massacre of Jews by Ottomans in Eyub, Turkey

1869: Massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Tunis, Tunisia

1869: Massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Sfax, Tunisia

1864 - 1880: Massacres of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Marrakesh, Morocco

1870: 2nd Alexandria Massacres of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Egypt

1870: 1st Istanbul massacre of Jews in Ottoman Turkey

1871: 1st Damanhur Massacres of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Egypt

1872: Massacre of Jews by Ottomans in Edirne, Turkey

1872: 1st Massacre of Jews by Ottomans in Izmir, Turkey

1873: 2nd Damanhur Massacres of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Egypt

1874: 2nd Izmir massacre of Jews in Turkey

1874: 2nd massacre of Jews in Istanbul Turkey

1874: 2nd massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Beirut, Lebanon

1875: 2nd massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Aleppo, Syria

1875: Massacre of Jews in Djerba Island, Ottoman-controlled Tunisia

1877: 3rd massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Damanhur, Egypt

1877: Masaacres of Jews in Mansura, Ottoman-controlled Egypt

1882: Masacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Homs, Syria

1882: 3rd Massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Alexandria, Egypt.

1890: 2nd massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Cairo, Egypt.

1890: 3rd massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Damascus, Syria.

1890: 2nd massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Tunis, Tunisia

1891: 4th massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Damanahur, Egypt.

1897: Targeted murder of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Tripolitania, Libya.

1903 &1907: Masaacres of Hews in Ottoman-controlled Taza & Settat, Morocco.

1901 - 1902: 3rd set of massacres of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Cairo, Egypt.

1901 - 1907: 4th set of Massacres of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Alexandria, Egypt.

1903: 1st massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Port Sa'id, Egypt.

1903 - 1940: Series of massacres in Taza and Settat, Morocco.

1907: Massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Casablanca, Morocco.

1908: 2nd Massacre of Jews in Ottoman-controlled Port Said, Egypt.

1910: Blood libel against Jews in Shiraz, Iran.

1911: Masaacre of Jews by Muslims in Shiraz, Iran.

1912: 4th massacre in Ottoman-controlled Fez, Morocco.

1917: Baghdad Iraq Jews murdered by Ottomans.

1918 - 1948: Yemen passes a law criminalizing the raising of a Jewish orphan in Yemen.

1920: Massacres of Jews in Irbid Jordan (British mandate Palestine).

1920 - 1930: Arab riots resulting in hundreds of Jewish deaths, British mandate Palestine.

1921: 1st Jaffa (Israel) riots, British mandate Palestine.

1922: Massacres of Jews in Djerba, Tunisia.

1928: Jewish orphans sold into slavery, and forced toonvert to Islam by Muslim Brotherhood, Yemen.

1929: 3rd Hebron (Israel) massacre of Jews by Arabs in British mandate Palestine.

1929 3rd massacre of Jews by Arabs in Safed (Israel), British mandate Palestine.

1933: 2nd Jaffa (Israel) riots, British mandate Palestine.

1934: Massacre of Jews in Thrace, Turkey.

1936: 3rd riots by Arabs against Jews in Jaffa (Israel), British mandate Palestine.

1941: Masaacres of Jews in Farhud, Iraq.

1942: Muslim leader Grand Mufti collaboration with the Nazis, playing a major role in the final solution.

1938 - 1945: Full alliance and collaboration by Arabs with the Nazis in attacking and murdering Jews in the Middle East and Africa.

1945: 4th massacre of Jews by Muslims in Cairo, Egypt.

1945: Masaacre of Jews in Tripolitania, Libya.

1947: Masaacre of Jews by Muslims in Aden, Yemen.

2023: Massacre, rape, torture and kidnapping of ~1,500 Israelis (mostly Jews) by Muslims in numerous towns throughout southern Israel

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years ago

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lilia and madame red

OKAY, BUT LIKE.

Does anyone else get vague Madame Red backstory vibes from Lilia in book 7??? 😭 PLEASE SAY IT ISN’T JUST ME, I SWEAR THERE’S PARALLELS HERE

Madame Red (real name: Angelina, which is what I’ll call her going forward in this post) was best friends with her sister, Rachel. Angelina considered Rachel the “sister [she] loved she most”.

Let’s think of this friendship like Lilia and Mallenoa, his princess and Malleus’s mother. He would complain about her callousness and her selfishness, but it’s clear from the way he jokes about her personality that he knows her well and considers her a good friend in spite of the trouble she causes him.

Later on, Angelina and Rachel meet Earl Vincent Phantomhive, and they both fall in love with him. Ultimately though, Rachel is the one that marries him. Angelina was heartbroken and conflicted about the matter, describing it as “the sister I loved the most was going the marry the man I loved the most”. They even have a child together. She was happy for their happiness, but was also always longing for something she could never have.

Now, while we don’t know for sure what the timeline is between Lilia meeting Mallenoa and Lilia meeting Levan/Revan (Raverne), it’s clear that they all knew one another at some point. Lilia at least knew them both since childhood (which must be hundreds of years). Then his two best friends marry and produce an egg. The conflicted feelings that Angelina experienced only really have a direct parallel if you headcanon that Lilia was in love with either Mallenoa or Revan, but we don’t necessarily need romantic feelings here for the parallel to work. It could be that Lilia feels a little lonely because his friends have less time for him since they have each other and important duties to tend to (plus, let’s remember they also dump some of their tasks onto Lilia). However, I will concede that this point in the timeline is the least mirrored with the story of Angelina; we don’t actually know a lot about Lilia’s feelings concerning his friends’ romance and how that impacted their relationship with Lilia.

Then (I’m skipping over a lot of things that happened in Madame Red’s backstory to get to the relevant parts) her beloved sister and brother-in-law perish in a fiery blaze, and she’s powerless to stop it. All that’s salvaged from the burning building is “the child of the sister she loved most and the man she loved most”.

A similar tragedy could have befallen Lilia and Malleus’s parents, given the current direction of book 7. Levan/Revan (Raverne) goes missing, and Mallenoa is all but guaranteed dead at the hands of the invading human forces led by the Dawn Knight. Where does that leave Lilia once his two best friends are gone? He’s been left behind and forced to pick up the pieces of what little remains of a country ravaged for its resources, burdened with an unborn child to look after in their stead.

I would say the main difference between Angelina and Lilia is how they coped with the aftermath of the horrific events in their life. Angelina becomes angry at the world and envious of those that take what she cannot have for herself for granted. Those feelings manifest in violent murders. Meanwhile, Lilia, the man who has been fighting and killing all this time, becomes wise and accepting of humans, wishing for a time and place where all races can join hands and the children of tomorrow can live in harmony 😭

“It’s the world Mallenoa and Raverne would have wanted for their son. The world I would want for my own son. A world of peace, not war.”

#Lilia Vanrouge #Malleus Draconia #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Kuroshitsuji #spoilers #Madame Red #Black Butler #Meleanor Draconia #Raverne Draconia #Maleanor Draconia

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quack-quack-snacks · 11 months ago

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All In - Chapter 2: The Beach

The All In Masterlist

My Alice In Borderland Masterlist

My Navigation and Masterlist

My Chishiya Shuntaro Masterlist

Warnings: Non-important character deaths, descriptions of blood and gore, Niragi being a perv but a consensual and non-boundary crosser perv, let me know if there are any more. Word Count: 7,175

“All in.”

His grin grew to the point you thought his face would split in half. He started giggling, obviously crazed by the trauma of this world.

Or maybe he was crazy before it.

“ALL PLAYERS PARTICIPATING IN THIS ROUND HAVE GONE ALL IN.

IN THE CASE OF THIS HAPPENING, THERE WILL BE A BONUS FOR THE WINNER.”

Now this piqued your interest.

“THE WINNER WILL BE GIVEN A BONUS OF $500 FOR THEIR BRAVERY.”

There were shouts of protest from each of the players.

“That’s not fair!”

“What the fuck?”

You drowned them all out, noticing that once again, Chishiya Shuntaro did not join them in their complaints. Instead, he was staring at you with a blank look, one you couldn’t quite decipher. It almost felt like he was… analyzing you.

“ALL HANDS WILL BE REVEALED NOW.”

The sight of his hand made a small giggle slip through your lips. The giggle slowly grew louder and louder until you were laughing loudly. Fujita stayed still as he ran his eyes over each of your hands, trying to figure out how he could’ve possibly lost.

He’d gotten dealt the Two of Diamonds and the Two of Clubs.

The hand in the center was the Ten of Diamonds, the Two of Spades, the King of Diamonds, the Jack of Diamonds, and the Two of Hearts.

He’d gotten a Four Of A Kind.

It was unfortunate for him that you just got something better.

“The Queen of Diamonds and the Ace of Diamonds?” You heard Chishiya let out a low whistle. “That’s a Royal Flush.”

“No!” Fujita screamed, slamming his fists down onto the table in a fit of rage. He quickly reached down into his pocket, grabbed something, and pulled it out. Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized it was a gun. “If I’m going down, then you’re coming with me!” He screamed at you, placing his finger on the trigger.

A shot.

A laser.

The sound of a head thumping onto the table, deceased.

You laughed.

“Well fuck!” You said quietly, laughing breathlessly at the rush of adrenaline that shot through you. You hardly flinched at him pulling the trigger but it was a shock nonetheless.

“ATTEMPTING TO KILL YOUR OPPONENTS BEFORE THE END OF THE GAME WILL RESULT IN A GAME OVER.

A PLAYER HAS REACHED BANKRUPTCY. IT IS NOW GAME OVER FOR THEM.”

You all watched as the corpse of Hirose Fujita’s chest started to cave in on itself underneath the pressure of the metal pole surrounding him, his ribs breaking and sticking out through his skin while blood splattered across the tablet in front of him.

The sight caused a panic.

Many screamed. One person stayed still in their seat, hyperventilating and silent tears falling down their cheeks. Two started having panic attacks, trying their hardest to escape the bonds of the chair but to no avail.

The girl to your left turned to the side of her chair, throwing up at the purely atrocious scene.

You winced in disgust at the sight of his perishment, but other than the scrunch of your nose, you didn’t show any other sign of being disturbed. Your stomach had grown strong over the weeks you’d spent in the borderland. It was a necessary adaptation you needed to make if you wanted to survive and get through all the horrific sights you’d seen. Looking to the side at the back of your chair, you eyed the hole in the material. The shot had somehow - with some crazy, mysterious luck granted to you by the goddess of luck herself, Tyche - only barely missed anywhere vital.

The voice went on to announce that you’d won and scored the bonus $500 along with the $430 that was in the pot.

Your balance was now over a thousand.

As the voice continued on speaking, introducing the 6th round and who was going first, you brought a hand up to your left cheek. When you brought it away, there was thick red blood coating your fingertips and falling down your face from the bullet. You didn’t worry too much. If it was anything too serious, you would have been bleeding a whole lot more, that’s for sure. You decided you would just wait until the end of the game to try and do anything to solve it, occasionally rubbing the blood away with the sleeve of your jacket, not wanting the dress you were wearing to be ruined just yet. You failed to see how Chishiya’s eyes narrowed in on the wound.

The next round passed. You’d folded after the first person placed their bet, your cards not being too great.

It totally wasn’t also because the person who placed the bet was the eye-catching man named Chishiya.

That would be crazy.

Unsurprisingly, he won the round. One player, Akagi Tennen, started crying, his balance dropping down to $30 as Chishiya came out victorious with his balance rising to over $200.

Round after round, the players died off until there were only four left.

Sada Yuka.

Oishi Kaori.

Chishiya Shuntaro.

And you.

Your score had gone down to $860 while Chishiya’s had raised to $830.

Each girl was shaking in their seat. The metal bar was compressed tightly around them, enough so that it obviously was uncomfortable and maybe slightly painful, but not as painful as it would be when they lost the remaining $5 in their balances.

Your heart hurt in your chest as you watched them reach for each other’s hands desperately. Yuka tried to be strong in front of her friend but it was obvious she was having a hard time as tears gathered along her waterline. Kaori’s tears streamed down her cheeks like waterfalls, unable to control her sobs.

It painfully reminded you of the friendship you had with your best friend, especially when the two of you were children.

It was the first day of first grade, and you were nervously shuffling on your feet while standing in front of the school entrance. Your mother stood next to you, but the knowledge that she would leave when you entered the building had your five-year-old stomach turning.

She kneeled down beside you so she was at your level before caressing your hair lovingly. “Are you ready, sweetie?” She asked you. You gripped the straps of your backpack nervously before hesitantly nodding. She softly smiled before bringing you into a much-needed hug. It wasn’t surprising that she could tell you were only saying that for her sake; you weren’t the best at hiding your feelings just yet. “I’m so proud of you. You’re going to do amazing, I just know it. I’ll pick you up as soon as school ends, okay?”

“Okay, mama,” you agreed and she let you go, giving you a light nudge toward the door.

Ten minutes later, you were sitting in the second row of your class. The teacher stood in front of a whiteboard, wearing an ankle-length skirt made of different colored patches. On top, she wore a simple black turtleneck with some silver jewelry.

She turned around, writing her name on the board. You couldn’t read it, not really having learned to read yet, and you were thankful when she repeated the name she wrote.

“Hi everyone!” She started in a cheery tone and a big smile. Her ginger-dyed hair with brown roots just barely visible as they grew out framed her face gorgeously and you couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty. “Welcome to your first day in my class and congratulations on being in first grade! I will be your teacher for the rest of the year. My name is Ms. Hirayama,” she told you before cupping her hand around her mouth like she was telling you a secret. “But you all can just call me Rin!” She winked. “Today, we will be learning the alphabet. Does anyone know the first letter?”

A few hands rose but you lost focus when you saw the boy sitting next to you. He was sitting with a notebook in front of him, not focusing on the lesson as he drew a stick figure picture of three people and a dog in front of a wonky, crooked house. You watched him for a while longer before suddenly, your teacher stopped talking.

“Kids, would you mind paying attention and saving your drawing for when we have a break?” She asked kindly, looking between the boy next to you and yourself. You both nodded, the boy putting his pencil down and nodding as well. She smiled and returned to reading through the alphabet.

You turned and leaned over your desk so you were closer to the boy. “I like your drawing,” you whispered. He blushed in embarrassment at you seeing it but smiled nonetheless.

“Thank you.”

You introduced yourself, sticking a hand out for him to shake. He grabbed it, his grip hesitant and soft.

“I’m Aoki Dai. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too!”

“Kids!” The teacher raised her voice a little bit to get your attention. The both of you snapped back to be sitting up ultra-straight in your chairs and apologized simultaneously.

“Sorry.”

You and Aoki had become attached at the hip since that moment, only ever apart when you went home or were at a club of some sort that the other wasn’t involved in. Years later, when the both of you were in your second year of high school, you continued with those clubs. Aoki was in the school’s soccer club, doing well in team-based sports, while you enjoyed the chess club. You thrived on working alone. While you didn’t mind working with someone, you did your best when you worked alone.

It was after school on a Tuesday and you walked toward the big oak tree in the front of the school where Aoki and you agreed to meet up every day after school before you’d walk home together.

You were surprised to find your best friend with tears streaming down his cheeks, one of which was bruised black and blue. It was obvious the tears weren’t caused by the pain, however.

Your gaze hardened and his eyes found yours. Just as his mouth opened to speak, presumably to say he was fine or some bullshit like that, you spoke first. “Who was it?”

“It’s fin-”

“Who. The hell. Was it?” You repeated, interrupting him with your harsh gaze and demanding words.

He looked down in shame. “Ito Reina.”

That bitch. You knew exactly who he was talking about. She was on the soccer team with him and you would see her at every practice you sat in on or game you attended. You never liked her or her overly arrogant attitude just because she was the oldest on the team. She was a junior which she thought made her superior to everyone else.

Your fists clenched before the sound of a familiar, infuriating laugh sounded from the entrance of the school.

Aoki’s eyes widened as he saw the determination set in on your face, reaching out to stop you. “No, don’t-!”

It was too late. You’d already thrown your backpack down and started storming over to where Ito was walking with two of her, also arrogant and rude, friends.

Her eyes fell on you when you got within a few yards of her and she rolled them. “Oh great. What do you wa-?”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence before your fist made contact with the side of her face. The girls beside her gasped loudly as she fell backward and onto the ground. You didn’t stop, jumping onto her and throwing a few more good hits in. When her friends tried to step in to help her, you elbowed one of them in the ribs and the other in the nose, leaving both of them crying in pain on the floor. After the fourth hit you gave her, you were satisfied with the bloody nose and bruising cheek she sported.

You stood up, clenching and unclenching your fist to stop the stinging as the skin had split along your knuckles during your thrown punches. “So, here’s how this is going to go,” you started, crouching down in front of her and poking her throbbing cheek. “You’re going to apologize to my friend, Aoki, here, and then you’re going to leave him alone for the rest of your life. If I hear you’ve done anything like this again, I won’t stop at four,” you threatened calmly. She nodded fearfully, scared of the blank look in your eyes and on your face. After a few moments of her silence, you glared. “Well? I’m still waiting on that apology.”

She seemed to remember and frantically scrambled to her knees, kneeling in front of you and Aoki who stood a few feet behind you.

“I’m sorry, Aoki Dai. I will never bother you again.”

You let out a satisfied hum before reaching to condescendingly pat the top of her head. “Good girl. Now get out of here before I change my mind about stopping at four hits.”

She clambered to stand, her two friends following closely behind her as they ran away from the two of you.

When you turned around to face Aoki, he was staring at you with an amazed look and your backpack lightly clutched in his hands.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he breathed out, looking down at his feet in shame at the situation. He let out a gasp when he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders.

“Yes, I did. You’re my best friend, Aoki. I’ll always be here to protect you,” you promised him.

And it was a promise you kept, protecting him for years and years from anything that threatened to hurt the boy you loved like a brother until you were ripped out of your life and ended up not seeing him for months.

“ROUND TWENTY WILL BEGIN NOW.”

The remaining money in the two girls’ balance was immediately used as their antis into the round. No matter what, one of them, if not both, was going to die this round.

Taking a deep breath to control your emotions, you turned to face them, and their attention moved to you. Both eyes were fearful. Sad.

It broke your heart.

You gave them a forlorn smile. “It’s been an honor to play with the two of you. May the three of us be friends in the next life.”

Your words were enough to push Yuka over the edge as she started sobbing.

“PLAYER SADA, YUKA, CHOOSE TO RAISE, CALL, OR FOLD.”

She had to swallow down her sobs long enough to speak before answering. “Call.”

Her voice was raw with pain, cracking at the end and she hung her head low. Her hand still desperately reaching for Kaori’s trying to comfort each other as they were sure they wouldn’t live through the game.

The announcer went through each person’s turn.

Nobody chose to raise the bet.

It continued until all five cards were facing up in the center of the table. You sighed at the hand you were dealt.

In the center of the table, the faceup cards were as such:

King of Clubs. Three of Hearts. Eight of Spades. Jack of Clubs. Eight of Diamonds.

You were dealt an Ace of Spades and an Eight of Hearts.

Three of a kind.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath.

“ALL HANDS WILL BE REVEALED NOW.”

Just as you suspected. You’d won.

Yuka’s hand was nothing. Two of Clubs and Four of Hearts.

Kaori’s was a two-pair. Three of Diamonds and King of Clubs.

Finally, Chishiya had a single pair. Seven of Diamonds and Seven of Spades.

Winning wasn’t always fun.

“TWO PLAYERS HAVE REACHED BANKRUPTCY. IT IS NOW GAME OVER FOR THEM.”

You looked away, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the sobs. They screamed for a second as the metal bar closed in on them until everything went silent. You let out a little sigh, thankful their deaths were at least quick and hopefully not very painful. A small ding brought your attention to the phone you were given.

“ONLY TWO PLAYERS REMAIN.

GAME CLEARED. CONGRATULATIONS.”

“Yay,” you said dryly. The metal poles surrounding you and Chishiya retracted, allowing the two of you to step out of your chairs and leave.

Chishiya walked over to the body of his deceased companion. “Not so strong now,” he mocked the previous words the man told him earlier. Leaning down, he searched his pockets for the keys of the car they used to arrive at the game, finding them in the breast pocket of his blood-stained leather jacket. He tossed the keys into the air before catching them again with a smug but small smirk on his face. Just as he was about to speak, he turned to look at you and his words caught in his throat. You were pushing the chairs of the two girls together, panting at the exertion because of the heavyweight. It was when the two chairs were side by side, their armrests touching, that you stopped. You had a small, sad, smile on your face as you gently grabbed their hands, resting them on top of each other.

“What’s that for?” Chishiya inquired.

Without looking at him, you responded. “The last thing they wanted was to comfort each other. I thought they deserved to hold hands at the very least.”

Chishiya almost scoffed at the sudden personality switch from how you acted during the majority of the game versus now, not to mention how kind the switch was. How could you be so kind and considerate in the midst of a world like this one? In a world so selfish and uncaring about the lives of anyone or anything? It just didn’t make sense.

It intrigued him.

Using your hands to close their wide, scared eyes and taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to look away from the girls and bring your thoughts away from the loneliness you felt with the lack of your best friend. Facing the boy in the white hoodie to see him already looking at you, you smoothed down your dress. “What?”

He stared at you for a few moments. The eye contact was intense as he studied you and you tilted your head in confusion at his silence. After a beat, he finally spoke. “Come with me.”

The confusion visibly grew on your face as you scrunched your eyebrows together. “What do you mean? Where?”

“The Beach,” he said simply before turning around and heading for the exit.

“What? You’re going to the beach? Why?” You asked, reluctantly following behind him and watching as he grabbed the Six of Hearts card off the table on the way out. “We’re in the middle of Tokyo, there’s no beaches for miles.”

“Not the beach, Beach,” he clarified, and although it rang a bell in your mind, it still didn’t clear up your confusion.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” you told him and he rolled his eyes.

“It would if you were smarter,” he insulted and you slapped the back of his head instinctively - it was what you often did to Aoki when he would make a stupid comment. He stopped walking, turning to look at you, his eyebrows raised and his eyes set in a surprised yet slightly annoyed glare. You said nothing to explain your action, only crossing your arms over your chest and tilting your head with a cheeky smile. He sighed, turning back around and continuing his walk forward. “You’ll see when we get there.”

You just grinned to yourself as you skipped behind him. After a minute, an old, bright red Mustang appeared in your sights. It was parked poorly along the street in an area where it would most definitely be ticketed in the original Tokyo. It was beautiful and in very good condition. It was clear whoever the owner was - who you got the feel was not the bleach-blonde-haired boy leading you to the car - loved and cherished this car, keeping it as pristine as possible. “Why do you think I’ll trust you enough to get into a car with you?” You quizzed as the two of you got closer to the car with each step.

“If you’re smart, you’ll know you shouldn’t,” he told you without missing a beat or faltering in his movements. You scoffed.

“What’s with you and thinking I’m not smart?”

“Well, you haven’t done anything to prove otherwise,” he reasoned.

‘Funny. It’s not like you’ve done anything to prove you’re trustworthy either,’ you thought.

Once you reached the car, he stopped on the passenger’s side of the car - a fact that confused you considering he was the one who had the keys and you expected him to be the driver. It surprised you even more when he opened the door and held it open for you, leaning on it and gesturing for you to go in.

You schooled your expression back into a teasing smirk. “Ooh. A gentleman and an asshole. You’re just my type,” you joked before your face dropped to a more serious one. “I still don’t trust you won’t kill me the moment I get in.”

“Would you feel better if I pinky promised?” He asked sarcastically, his voice remaining in the same monotonous tone he’d used the whole night.

“It would, actually,” you told him, feigning being serious as you got into the car. “I guess I don’t have much to live for anyways,” you confessed.

‘I’ve been sleeping on a couch in a clothing store for the past week anyway. If this ‘Beach’ place is a base of some sort then maybe I’ll finally have a more comfortable spot to rest,’ you thought to yourself.

Chishiya closed the door behind you, making sure you were fully in and your dress wouldn’t get caught before he did, then walked around to settle into the driver’s seat.

When he turned the car on, the sound of an old song from the 60’s immediately started softly playing through the speakers.

“How do you have music? I’ve not been able to make anything work since I arrived here,” you questioned, looking at him curiously.

“Devices that have integrated circuits don’t work, though I don’t expect you to know what that is,” he insulted again, arrogantly. You just stayed quiet with a roll of your eyes as he continued. He pointed a finger at the cassette player that was a part of the car. “This car’s from the 1960s and has a cassette player; so if you have a cassette you can play music.”

‘The owner must have never used the car. It’s in almost perfect condition,’ you thought.

The drive over was relatively quiet, the music not playing too loudly and neither of you speaking. You decided to hold off on any questions you had about this so-called ‘Beach’ for when you got there. You really weren’t in the mood to hear his condescending tone when you didn’t know the answer to something and he had to smugly explain it to you.

To be honest, though, you didn’t expect him to answer even if you did ask him.

When you arrived at Beach, you realized it was a modern hotel that had the word ‘Beach’ spray painted over the original sign called ‘Seaside Paradise | Tokyo.’ Once Chishiya parked, you got out of the car and followed him into the building. You could hear the distant sound of loud party music, but you ignored it in favor of watching Chishiya as he walked. Each stride was filled with such confidence and nonchalantness that it was hard to not find him intriguing.

He led you further into the building until you reached an area protected by two strong-looking men who leaned against the walls. Although they looked like bodyguards, the sight of them clad in palm-tree-designed swimming trunks kind of lessened their intimidation. They looked alarmed at the two of your sudden appearances but one look at Chishiya was enough for them to relax again and allow him through.

You were not so lucky. One of the men roughly grabbed your shoulder when you tried to follow after him and pulled you back.

“If you don’t take your hands off me within the next few seconds, you won’t be able to use them for the rest of your life,” you warned him but his grip just tightened around you as he attempted to drag you back. Within a second, you had his arm locked behind him and his chest pressed against the wall he was leaning against not even a minute prior.

“She’s with me. She’s a newcomer,” Chishiya explained as the guard you had pressed against the wall groaned in pain. He stopped the other guard from intervening, not even turning around or slowing his steps like he expected them to stop you. The guard you had pressed against the wall stopped struggling and you slowly let him go. Giving the two men a charming smile, you followed the boy around the corner, nearly running into his back when he stopped abruptly. Examining the room, you noticed the dim lighting and the two leather couches facing each other. On one of those couches supported a familiar man with chin-length brown hair. He wore a thin bathrobe with a black backing and some patterns along the fabric. Underneath the bathrobe, you could see he was shirtless with only a pair of orange swimming trunks around his hips. He was sat with two girls who seemed to be in their mid-twenties on either side of him. One wore a black bathing suit with white polka dots decorating it while the other wore a hot pink bikini with ruffles.

And the man currently had his tongue shoved down one of their throats.

Chishiya cleared his throat to capture the attention of the man and after a few more seconds of making out with the girl, he pulled away. Leaning back against the seat, he manspread his legs as each girl cuddled up his side.

“Ah! Chishiya, my boy! What brings you here?” The man expressed.

He held up the Six of Hearts card in between two fingers before holding it out for the man to take. “I’ve also brought someone,” Chishiya explained, moving out of the way so you were more exposed to the man’s view.

When his gaze fell on you, you saw the way his breath stalled in his lungs. It was similar to your reaction when first saw him only a few moments ago.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you! Your uncle’s talked a lot about you.”

“Well, that’s never a good sign.”

“Would you guys turn that shitty song off? You know I hate it.”

“Oh come on uncle! Stop your whining and come dance with us! ‘Hey, I just met you! And this is crazy!’”

“‘But here’s my number! So call me maybe!’”

“What made you want to open up a hat shop, Uncle Tak?”

“It was kind of a surprise decision. Some unfortunate events happened and I needed a job to keep me afloat for a while. It ended up sticking.”

“I think it’s cool. You’re like the mad hatter from Alice in Wonderland, minus the ‘mad’ part.”

“Maybe we should keep it as me being the hatter, that hat doesn’t fit you at all.”

Takeru swallowed subtly before turning back to Chishiya who eyed the two of you intensely.

“I see,” he mused, his voice underlying with a certain tenseness, putting the card in the breast pocket of his robe. “I assume she is joining The Beach then, am I right?” Chishiya nodded, confirming his assumptions before walking over and leaning down to whisper something inaudible to you into his ear. The man looked at him with an impressed and moderately surprised look. Turning back to you, he grinned somewhat hesitantly. “Well then, have a seat,” he gestured to the couch in front of him and you snuck a glance at Chishiya before obliging and sitting down. “Everyone out. I’d like a moment alone with the newcomer,” Takeru commanded and everyone in the room stood up to leave, Chishiya being the last one. The two of you locked eyes as he walked past the couch and to the exit behind you. The look in his gaze was analytical, most likely of your poorly disguised relationship with his leader.

You and Takeru stayed quiet as you waited for everyone to leave the room and for the door to close behind them. The moment the latch of the door sounded, he was out of his seat and rushing toward you. You stood up just in time for him to pull you into his comforting embrace. You felt unshed tears burning your eyes but held them back with a shaky breath, gripping onto him tighter.

“I’m not happy you’re in this hellhole, but I’m glad you’re at least here,” he told you once the two of you pulled away. He sat next to you on the couch, pouring both of you a glass of bourbon and leaning back in the seat.

“When did this whole thing start?” You asked him, gesturing to the room and hotel around you.

“A few weeks after Aguni and I first arrived here. We set it up to give people hope of a better life while here.”

You paused mid-sip, turning to him with a hopeful yet fearful gleam in your eyes. “Mori's here?” You weren't sure if you were hoping you misheard him or praying you heard him right.

He nodded, smiling at the nickname you gave your uncle, and you let out a shaky breath. “We arrived in this world together. Both of us were really worried when you were late to show up that day. It didn’t help that the apocalypse happened and you still weren’t there.”

“My alarm didn’t go off,” you weakly defended yourself and he gave you a small smile.

“Well, besides that, Welcome to The Beach. It’s procedure for me to tell all newcomers the rules, so I’m just going to get that over with,” he told you and you nodded. “Rule number 1: You must always wear a swimsuit when you’re on the hotel grounds. It prevents anyone without permission from hiding weapons, specifically firearms,” he started and you nodded, marginally reluctantly but willing to get past the idea of constantly wearing a swimsuit if it meant a stable, consistent place to live. Bonus points if that place to live was with one of your uncles. Besides, you were positive you could come up with a creative way to make yourself more comfortable with the constant lack of clothing - something like a coverup would probably suffice. “Rule number 2: All cards belong to the Beach. As I’m sure you’ve noticed,” he continued and pat the pocket where the card Chishiya gave him was.

“Okay, but why?” You questioned.

He chuckled. “Well, that is a story for another day. Perhaps tomorrow I will call for you and explain more about that.”

“Sure, that sounds alright to me,” you approved before asking, “So, what’s the third rule?”

He took another sip of his bourbon before replying. “Rule number three: Death to all traitors.”

Your eyes widened, taken aback by the morbidity of his statement.

“Wait- really?” You asked, and he nodded, his face devoid of any particular emotion. “Well shit, there goes my plans of burning the place down,” you joked sarcastically and he cracked a smile at your behavior. It was clear he missed your mannerisms just as much as you missed his.

“It’s a good thing this world hasn’t taken your humor, I hoped it wouldn’t get gloomy. Also, I’m glad you took that rule well. The last recruit took the news rather… aggressively.”

You didn’t really want to know what that meant.

“Well, I’ll let you get settled in. I’ll have someone show you to your room and we can reconvene tomorrow. Tonight, you can go to the bathing suit room so you can choose one or two there. We definitely don’t have any shortages of them. Then, tomorrow in the afternoon, I will have someone come for you and I'll introduce you to the executives,” he planned. You stood up and nodded, giving him a hug and walking toward the door with him. Just before you could open the door, he stopped you with a serious look. “Oh, and… don’t tell anyone your relations with Aguni and me,” he whispered. You nodded in understanding and he smiled at you. He swung the door open and then gave a quick order to one of the guards, directing him to take you to your room. You shot a final wave at him before walking away.

You stood in front of the mirror, evaluating one of the swimsuits you chose around a half hour ago. It was a green bikini and you were just checking to see how it fit before deciding to wear it for the day. Doing a little twirl, you checked how it looked from the back before deciding it was a good choice. Slipping on the sandals you chose along with the variety of swimsuits, you exited the room now appointed as yours, and started heading for the stairs so you could join the party. It wasn’t too late according to the clock hanging in your room so you decided exploring the place you would be staying for the next… however long, wouldn’t hurt. Stopping by the bar, you ordered a simple drink, one that wouldn’t be too much like a shot, but enough for you to maybe get buzzed. You tried to ignore the many eyes of the people by the poolside watching you as you walked over and claimed an empty seat.

You weren’t alone for long as a dreadlocked girl in a blue bikini walked up and plopped herself onto the same seat as you, your knees skimming briefly before she moved hers away.

“You’re the newbie, yeah?” She questioned and you wondered how she got the information there was a newcomer so fast.

“Yeah, I arrived like 30 minutes ago,” you validated.

“I know. I saw you walk in with Chishiya and head to Hatter. I hear you’re a wiz in Hearts games. That true?” She asked.

‘Hatter? Huh, so he really took my comment to heart,’ you thought to yourself before answering the girl’s question aloud. “I mean, I guess so. I’ve survived all the Heart games that I’ve done so far so I think I’m decent at them.”

She gasped and her eyes widened. “The fuck do you mean all the Heart games you’ve done? How many is that?”

You smiled sheepishly. “Well I’ve done 8 games in total, and 5 of those were Hearts games.”

She gaped at you before forcing her mouth to close and letting out a sound of disbelief. “Shit, I can’t decide if you’re the luckiest or unluckiest person to exist.”

“I’ll help. I’m very unlucky,” you joked mildly and she laughed. Holding out your hand, you introduced yourself to her with a smile that she genuinely returned.

“I’m Kuina. I’m sure we’ll be great friends.”

“I hope so,” you agreed. You got to talking about anything and everything that came up until the topic landed back on your experience with games.

“So eight games in total, huh?” She asked.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“When did you first arrive here?”

You sighed. “I’ve been here for about two and a half weeks. I spent the last week sleeping in a Plato’s Closet.”

She nodded in acknowledgment. “So you’ve done five Hearts games, right? What are the other three games you’ve done?”

“Yeah. Five,” you confirmed solemnly. “My first and second games were both Diamonds. Those, I was able to get past reasonably quickly but neither was a very high difficulty level anyway. The next three games were Heart games, the hardest of those was the Eight of Hearts that I did. Zero stars. Would not buy again,” you joked but she just looked worried. “Then the next one was a Spades game which wasn’t too bad. We had to scale the walls of a room while they were closing in on us. The rest were all Hearts. No Clubs though. I’ve heard those are about teamwork but-”

“But they’re also the easiest to get through,” you heard a voice interrupt from behind you.

“Chishiya!” Kuina exclaimed with a small smile. Turning around, you watched him as he casually strolled up with his hands in his pockets and sat down on the seat across from yours, facing the two of you.

“Kuina,” he acknowledged back with a slight nod before his eyes found yours.

“Hiya, blondie. You planning on abandoning me with another strange man?” You jested and you swore you saw his lips twitch in a smile. It was gone before you could be sure, though.

“Wait, what?” Kuina asked, glancing between you and Chishiya who held an intense staring contest.

“Hatter,” Chishiya answered for you and you saw Kuina nod out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh, that makes sense,” she understood. Chishiya’s eyes flickered away from yours to glance at Kuina and you inwardly cheered at him looking away first. It was childish, but you couldn’t help leaning back smugly as you also turned to look at Kuina. “Strange man?” She laughed and you joined in.

“Well, I wouldn’t consider a drunk man in swim trunks making out with a girl as another sat on his other side ‘normal’,” you scoffed playfully, remembering what he was doing when you first walked into the room and nudging your shoulder against hers.

“Neither would I,” she agreed.

You turned your head when Chishiya called your name, locking your eyes on him again. You were never one to shy away from eye contact so why start now.

It didn’t matter that he was as attractive as he was.

“How did it go?” He asked you monotonously, referring to the talk with Hatter.

“All things considered, I guess it went pretty well. He said he was going to call for me tomorrow and ‘introduce me to the executives,’ whoever they are,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your drink. The two shared a look, one you couldn’t decipher. You looked back and forth between them. “What?”

Kuina snapped her eyes back to you, smiling brightly. A little too brightly. “Nothin-”

“You’ll find out tomorrow,” Chishiya interrupted her and she rolled her eyes before shooting him a light-hearted glare.

“You shouldn’t interrupt people, by the way. It’s considered rude. Or maybe that’s not a custom on whatever planet you came from,” you deadpanned before casually taking another sip of your drink. Kuina let out a loud bark of a laugh before slapping her hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking from trying to hold back her laughs. You tried to suppress the grin that threatened to overtake your face but it proved futile. Instead, you hid it behind the rim of your cup.

That is, until, fingers wrapped around your hand as it still held the cup and brought it above your head. Turning around in confusion, your eyes landed on the culprit. He was tall, 5’10” - 5’11” if not already 6’. The black giraffe print long-sleeve button-up shirt he wore was unbuttoned, revealing the black tank top he wore underneath. He had a piercing through his left eyebrow and over his shoulder was an assault rifle which he held proudly. It was strange, he looked oddly familiar.

He’s kind of cute.

He used the hand holding your drink, as well as your own hand, to bring it to his lips and down the rest before shooting you a smirk.

Nevermind.

Loosening your grip on the cup, it fell through your fingers and hit the ground, shattering across the concrete. Slapping his hand away from your own, you stood up and turned to face him.

“Can I help you?” You asked and crossed your arms over your chest, ignoring the worried looks Kuina was giving you.

He smirked. “Well, if you’re offering.”

His eyes roamed down to your breasts with no shame and stayed there until you reached out to slap his chin to force his head up. “I’m not,” you mocked his tone and told him condescendingly.

He let out an amused huff, sticking his tongue out to lick his lips and you noticed another piercing down the middle of it.

“You a newbie?” He asked.

“What would you do if I was?”

“Well, I’d offer to show you around the hotel. I’m sure you’d have a very nice time.”

“Now who’s offering?” You sneered at him with a tilt of your head.

“Get lost, Niragi,” Chishiya calmly told the intruder as he stood behind you.

“Yes, Niragi. Please do get lost,” you reiterated his words with a little shooing motion of your hand.

“Yes, ma’am,” he complied, walking backward as he spoke before slowly turning around and strolling away. It was then you noticed the eyes that had been locked onto your interaction for the past minute or two. Some seemed impressed while others seemed fearful. You ignored all of them in favor of sitting back down next to your new friend and the man sitting across from you. The silent atmosphere soon faded and the loud conversations of the party continued.

“You really should stay away from him. His group is… well, they’re not to be trifled with,” Kuina warned.

“Who is he?” You asked her, looking behind you at the empty space where Niragi just inhabited.

“Someone you shouldn’t mess with,” she restated seriously, slightly irking you with how vague she was being.

“He’s part of a group called the Militants. You’ll learn more about them tomorrow, too,” Chishiya once again explained where Kuina was being vague about. Although Kuina was more sociable, his bluntness was the one thing you truly appreciated about Chishiya.

“Thank you,” you said quietly. “What exactly is happening tomorrow?”

He gave you a smug smirk. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until tomorrow and find out then, Amor.”

“God, you’re such a little shit-wait… ‘Amor’?”

He didn’t say anything else, just keeping the same smug smile on his face as he stood and walked away. You ignored the heat rising to your cheeks and just thanked the fact that he walked away so you wouldn’t have to deal with him while you were so flustered. “Ignore him,” Kuina rolled her eyes from beside you. “He’s probably calling you that because of your experience with Heart games. Amor is also Eros, or Cupid, in Greek mythology. Chishiya’s a sucker for that shit.”

“Oh. Okay,” you replied, feeling annoyed at yourself for the small amount of disappointment that settled in at her words.

You scoffed in annoyance as you remembered the shattered cup on the floor, glinting and sparkling in the moonlight as it sat like tiny crystals on the concrete. “That bitch stole my drink…”

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