#being a good person and going in alone in a den of venomous snakes never works in your favor

[sweetescapeartist]

{My reblog got lengthy, so Imma add a "keep reading" thing so it doesn't take up too much space on ppl's timelines. And you ain't gotta read it.}

Krillin is a martial artist. That is what he knows. So, a job where he gets paid for using his martial arts know-how wouldn't be him working as a firefighter (that was from a DB public service video about fire safety), as a paramedic, nor as a teacher (he only had a highschool education at most). Not that I wouldn't want him working those jobs tho. I'd honestly like for Krillin to be a local hero like Videl was when the police had to rely on her since they couldn't handle certain situations. But, Krillin being a cop is like if Videl got paid for doing hero work while also basically having cops working under 'em.

So, regarding the type of job a character like Krillin would have, you would have to select a job where Krillin can...

Use his martial arts expertise on the job.

The job can provide well for his family.

The job doesn't keep him away from his family for too long.

The occupations you named do not involve Krillin using his martial arts, but meet the other two criteria. If you can name an occupation that can meet those three requirements, then I'm all ears.

I can think of 4 jobs Krillin could do as a martial artist that pay well instead of being a cop. 2 of those jobs would require Krillin being away from his family for a long time, but would work if he was single. The 3rd job option is Krillin becoming a martial arts teacher. Idk if "martial arts teacher" is what you meant by "teacher." But, Krillin wasn't taking his martial arts training seriously at the time because he became disheartened for many reasons. However, Krillin is now taking his training seriously & regained his fighting spirit. Also, since Toriyama is incorporating his ideas from DBO, after Krillin's character arc in DBS, he may become a martial arts teacher & establish the New Turtle School like he did in DBO.

If Krillin does become a martial arts teacher (& I would like that very much), he likely won't be making much money to support his family.

Roshi didn't make money from having students.

Tenshinhan probably doesn't make much if any money as a teacher despite being a world champion. His students came to him and he couldn't turn them away. Plus he is single and doesn't seem like the kind of martial artist who would make his students pay him.

Videl is the only one who makes money as a martial arts teacher due to her dad's reputation.

It's more of a self-sacrificing job with little to no pay depending on the character unless you are the world champ or related to the world champion. So, moving forward, Krillin would have to use the money he saved from being an officer to help provide for his family while he teaches martial arts & participate in tournaments to make money/make his school known.

The 4th thing would be that Toriyama would/should write some sort of job where ppl can work as licensed Super Heroes (like OPM or MHA). This way Krillin could get paid for crime fighting without the need of being a police officer. However, a paid hero is basically what Krillin does now, just under the title of "officer" instead of "licensed hero" because he performs differently. This occupation & being a martial arts teacher are what I would prefer Krillin do more than anything.

Also, Krillin doesn't say he has respect for the police in the OG manga. That's an English DUB thing.

And even then, when the English DUB had Krillin say that he respected the police, the context was that Krillin was scared of their guns and tried to defuse the situation for himself. Which is why he didn't use a gun when he becomes a cop (at least in the DBS anime continuity) because he's been on the other side of one. Plus, almost all of Krillin's friends were criminals who changed. Heck, even his wife was a delinquent. He's seen these ppl change and helped influence their change and some of them were once pure evil. He's a kind guy who'll give ppl a chance which is why I compared him to a Spider-Man who gets paid for crime fighting. Spidey fights crime and tries to help reform criminals. Even giving them a chance to surrender before he engages them so they don't hurt any civilians. And if there are corrupt police, Krillin would handle them criminals in badges too.

Viewing fiction through the same exact lense as reality doesn't always fit unless its like a Batman story about corrupt cops. I didn't like Krillin being a cop at first, but not only is he different from real life gang members in badges, he is also different from cops in the world of Dragon Ball (like not using a gun nor ki attacks). We also have to view this from the world of DB and from Krillin's perspective. He wants to be a paid crime fighter. I think the full context of Krillin having a job as a cop makes sense. But, I can see why it is disliked on a surface level.

That's all. Didn't mean to ramble. Just wanted to explain this well & it's not something that can be explained well from a few words. No need to carry on this convo is you don't want to. You may not like cops too and it's understandable. I have my reasons why I can't stand them. I honestly have similar ideology with the Black Panthers Party except more focus placed on infiltrating corrupt organizations to help the citizens. Elders I lusten to tell me how they had black police back in them day who would give them a heads up to keep them safe from enforcers of a corrupt law system. We need more like that throughout the country and the world. I just don't say exactly what I think about the majority of bad cops just in case what I type could be used against me if the situation was ever to arise. Ya never know who's listening.

And I like the idea of Krillin being a firefighter or doing other occupations, but his story arc would have to be structured a bit different after the Cell Saga for him to flow into those other jobs (imo). Those jobs could work tho. I just doubt Toriyama had knowledge like we do that being a firefighter is statistically far more dangerous & more heroic than being a police officer. Most ppl don't know that. Also, a job where Krillin & 18 were self-employed & worked together would be cool too. Those are my thoughts. I think I covered everything well to my liking.

SOMETHING I WANT TO ADDRESS

There were some tags I read for the reblogs of my post here.

Here are the reblog tags.

And I have to make it clear that this is NOT some sort of attack on these ppl. This is simply me responding to things said about cop Krillin that I've seen before. Ppl have used Krillin being a cop as a reason to hate him (not saying these two hate Krillin). Politics have made ppl either hate all or love all police. There are good cops, but they are just rare. So, I can't say I hate all cops. I just don't care for most of them for many reasons. Now that all that's out of the way, let's continue...

Here is my issue. To preface, I am a black man. If anyone should have problems with police in America, it's black men due to how we are targeted more than anyone else. Do I like police? No. Not most of them. There are the rare few who actually try to help ppl, but they end up getting fired and threatened by the many bad cops who have numbers & power over them. So, now let's look at Krillin with the tags above in mind...

A response to @xenovidel

First of all, Krillin being a cop is not horribly out of character. Krillin wants to help ppl and wants to get paid doing so. Otherwise he would have became a vigilante and made no money to support his family. Instead he fights corruption and gets paid to do so. And that corruption can also involve criminals in uniform. Secondly, do we not want good ppl to infiltrate an oppressing system to help assist & save the oppressed? Not infiltrating oppressing systems allow for the corruption and oppression to continue. I am NOT endorsing an oppressive system. I am endorsing for good ppl to make positive changes against and within stystems of oppression. Get enough good ppl in & enough bad ppl out, who is in control now? Not infiltrating corrupts is allowing corruption to get stronger. In a way, that is unknowingly allowing for oppressing systems to flourish & retain their power to indulge in corruption. We need many good ppl with strong wills and convictions in these positions of power because they will not abuse it. And if they do, the other good ppl with strong convictions should hold them accountable & arrest them. Having more good ppl in these positions wont completely stop corruption, but it will prevent & diminish corruption.

I'm not pro police. I'm anti corruption. So if good ppl can get in these positions that corrupt ppl have and make positive changes, I'm all for it.

A response to @stephanos-spaceopera

I may have misspoken or been misunderstood. What I meant is this... Krillin is a martial artist. He has fought ppl in OG Dragon Ball during tournaments and knocked them out easily without killing them. Heck, Goku & Gohan done the same to ppl. These ppl are not seriously injured because in the world of Dragon Ball, normal ppl will be okay after being hit by certain attacks. Normal ppl in DB have gotten kicked through walls and were okay. Humans in DB are just more durable than humans in real life. Example being Bulma surviving her vehicle exploding (while carrying a baby) & her being blown around on Namek during battles, the news reporter & the camerman during the Cell Saga who got blown around by Earth shattering attacks. All were unharmed. Spider-man has super strength yet pulls his punches on criminals. And when you look at comics, normal humans often for some reason withstand punches from super humans. And Spider-Man works with the police. Is he bad now? Or is he just trying to get rid of corruption. Because he's fought police too. Now, lets go back to Dragon Ball. Jaco is a space cop. Do ppl hate Jaco? What about Videl? She helped police often and subdued criminals they couldn't. Do ppl suddenly hate Videl now that they remembered she helped police? Same goes for Gohan. Or maybe... police in the world of DB aren't as corrupt as they are in the real world. The Earth is ruled by a dog after all & there are other beastmen and monsters and dinosaurs in the DB world. Its not the same as our own world. Krillin being a good cop DOES NOT mean he is still a bad cop. That is illogical. The rare good cops in real life get threatened & fired by ppl who hold more power than them. Since Krillin literally holds more power than crooked cops, he can do his job properly without fear of getting threatened. Qualified immunity probably doesn't exist in DB either, so this just means bad cops have no protection. This means it's easier to arrest a bad cop, they can get long prison sentences, and they can be prevented from being a cop again. Meanwhile, good cops who don't need qualified immunity can keep doing their jobs without giving citizens issues. No reason to be mad that they made Krillin a cop if he is actually helping ppl. He doesn't attack citizens like bad cops in real life do. He attacks deadly criminals in a city with a bunch of criminal activity. Cause in real life, police in some places don't arrest violent criminals on purpose so that specific communities can be affected in very negative ways. If they actually did their job and stopped violent criminals & didn't harm citizens, there would be less crime and corruption in & outside the police force.

Also, Krillin purposefully holds back on how much power he uses. He's not always at 100% or even 10%. Thats not how ki works in DB. And the two men he "sent flying" were alright and he tied them up. Again, normal ppl in DB are toughter than ppl in real life. One reason is for comedic reasons and the other is because its a fictional world where normal ppl are just toughter.

And this is not "copaganda." That is when you only speak on the positive without including the negative. I included the positive and negative of cops. One being that Krillin actually makes ppl feel safe, meaning that cops often dont make ppl feel safe. Well... certain groups of ppl in real life usually don't feel safe more than other groups due to a corrupt system. And when I said that Krillin is the example that police should strive to be like, that means that police aren't doing that. Also, how do you peacefully apprehend a dangerous person? You have to use some sort of force to apprehend them. Violence isn't always a bad thing. At times, violence is necessary. If someone is attacking your family, you have to stop them with some form of violence. I know I would. I guess Gohan shouldn't be Saiyaman anymore since he's far stronger than Krillin and uses violence to stop criminals. Also this is DB we're talking about, so violence is bound to happen. The Z Fighters beat up Freeza's soldiers in Resurrection F. Violence was necessary against alien criminals/terrorists. Violence is at times necessary for human criminals too.

Krillin is a freaking super human who can blow up the planet using less than 25% of his strength. Him being a good cop simply means he won't be pressured into doing wrong out of fear for his life from other corrupt officers. And Krillin sets the example for other good cops and other cops who follow bad cops out of fear. They see that Krillin is untouchable and knows he won't be pressured into doing wrong. When bad ppl have more power, then more officers are willing to become corrupt to keep their jobs out of fear & also thirst for power over citizens. But if good ppl have more power, then more are willing to do what's right and stay in line out of respect for others as they earn respect. Krillin keeping the city safe doesn't mean he keeps it safe from just street criminals. It means bad cops too because a bad cop is a criminal. So when Krillin arrests corrupt cops, they can't threaten to kill him since he is far out of their league. Nor could they threaten his family since his wife is even stronger than him & his friends are the most powerful ppl in the universe. Protecting the city means protecting them from criminals with badges too. So, with less bad cops who are too afraid of being punished by officer Krillin, the city is safer. Corrupt cops do drug deals and brutalizing citizens in real life all the time. If corrupt cops are doing this in DB, then Krillin is literally changing the system in a similar way that Commissioner Gordon from Batman is one of the few good cops who helps Batman clean up the city of crime and corruption within the police force.

My Final Thoughts...

Do most ppl also blindly hate Commissioner James Gordon, Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Chun-Li, Leon Kennedy, Seras Victoria, Major Motoko Kusanagi from Ghost in The Shell, ect because they are/were police? No. They are seen as likable versions of police by most. And the ones who assist good police aren't looked down upon because they are helping a cop. We can't hate police so much that we would rather defend armed criminals who threaten innocent ppl over a rare good police officer. We should want more police to be like the good examples and find ways to make that happen so that a good cop isn't a rarity. Get rid of the many bad & create a way for more good to be present. But in real life, there are too many politics to make simple changes with police. To change that, more ppl would need to learn about law and politics to get rid of corrupt politicians. THEY are the root problem and many bad cops are the result of that problem.

Krillin is a good example of what police should strive to be like. We don't have to praise all police. Instead, we can praise a good example, state why they are good examples, and constantly state how other cops should do better.

And no hate towards neither of the ppl I @. Just discussing and clarifying.

[pbaintthetb]

quick fic

wrote this because i need to write but lack motivation, and I’m not posting it because it’s not neatly wrapped up but anyway

“I’m here to see the Sect Leader,” Xichen tells the Nie disciples who greet him at the gates. He’s greeted with a nod and a fond eye roll, his presence here is not unfamiliar, frequently coming to drag poor little A-Sang out of trouble.

(How much of that had always been a lie? How much had these disciples known it was a lie. Is it all an act? All of them?)

“He’ll meet you in his office,” one of the disciples tells him pleasantly, “Feel free to wait for him there.” In the corner of his eye he can notices a flurry of green, but he nods and walks the familiar path.

A-Sang, A-Yao. It’s too late for Da-ge, Mingjue is gone, and it’s like a gaping hole in his chest, but maybe he can stop the rest of the tragic story playing itself out again. Stop Huaisang from ruining himself.

“Er-ge?” Huaisang says warily as he enters the office to find Xichen standing there. His fan is up over his mouth and his eyes are wide, but this is just how Huaisang had looked in the temple, and it sends eerie chills down Xichen’s spine.

His silly, foolish, lazy, idle little brother is none of those things. At least not anymore, but maybe Xichen can restore it. Now that he’s looking for it, now that he knows it’s there, he can see it in Huaisang’s eyes. A certain sharpness, warily tracking him.

Or maybe Xichen’s imagining it, so desperate for it to be there, for there to be a sign of everything Huaisang was and will be (won’t be, Xichen will fix it) again. But if even A-Yao had never noticed...

There is no point in wasting more time, so he swallows everything down and lays his cards out on the table. Mingjue had always valued forthrightness and honesty and had tried to instill those in Huaisang. Huaisang had hated Jin Guangyao because he had lied. Honestly should work, it has to.

“I know what you’re planning, A-Sang,” Xichen says, doesn’t whisper it, says it bravely and solidly so his confidence doesn’t abandon him. He needs to do this properly, needs to save as much of his brothers as he can. He can’t watch themselves tear themselves apart once more.

“Planning?” Huaisang says after a short pause, “I don’t know what you’re talking about? I really don’t know. I promise Er-ge! What do you mean?”

It was one thing to listen to Huaisang’s frantic denials and confusion when he had thought it real. It had been almost endearing, if sometimes a little worrying or irritating. Now, when he knows it has so much falseness in it, it sends a trickle of ice down his spine. He resists the urge to shudder, but maybe not enough because Huaisang’s eyes go wider still.

Xichen reminds himself that his sword is at his hip and his erhu hangs on his other side. Then he mentally prods himself, because why does his brain think he’d need protection from Huaisang? No matter what, Huaisang, his da-ge’s didi, would never hurt him. And, not to be rude, but Huaisang never had a particualry  strong core.

He shakes himself to get over the silliness and takes the plunge.

“I know about Da-ge and what you’re planning with A-Yao. How you want to destroy him, make sure he could never come back and-” He doesn’t finish his thought before Huaisang interjects.

“Er-ge? Are you okay, what about Da-ge? I don’t know what  you mean?”

“No, Huaisang.” He blocks off once more, he won’t play this game now. He fell for it before, in the temple, and A-Yao had died. He had done unforgivable things, but he hasn’t necessarily done them all yet this time. Maybe he can be saved, and he didn’t deserve to die.

“I have,” he pauses, “certain knowledge, Huaisang. I have seen, some things.” He swallows, and sees Huaisang watching him like a hawk over his fan, but his brow furrowed to keep up the illusion of confusion. A-Yao had said he’d never see through Huaisang’s mask, but Huaisang is still early in his game, and Xichen knows, he thinks he might now.

“San-ge led to Da-ge’s death.” Xichen tells the other man, as though  Huaisang doesn’t already know. “And I know you want to destroy him for it.”

There is no response, just the feeling that every inch of him is being measured and none of it is being deemed good enough.

“But why would San-ge hurt Da-ge?” Huaisang asks him eventually, voice trembling- and was Xichen too early? Has he ruined everything? Would Huaisang never have come for A-Yao? Or maybe this is right, and they can talk it over, and get justice together and without utterly destroying A-Yao in the process.

“Their relationship was very strained by the end,” Xichen acknowledges heavily. It didn’t make it right, but it made it make sense in hindsight. “I think San-ge...” he trails off, unsure how to continue. He shakes his head, this isn’t the point anyway.

“I know what you’re going to do, Huaisang. I’ve seen it. You’re going to trick him, and trap him and kill him. But you’re smart- no, I’ve seen that too. If we work together we could help him.” He swallows, “please, A-Sang.”

There’s an odd laugh.

“The way you talk, Er-ge. You make it sound as if you’re from the future,” Huaisang chuckles lightly again, and it is an absurd thought.

Xichen nods.

“Oh,” Huaisang tells him, ugly and flat, fan snapping shut to reveal a very displeased expression. “So tell me, Zewu-jun, did it hurt, what I did to him?”

Xichen gapes, he hadn’t expected this, at least not this fast.

“I’m not an idiot-” Xichen knows that now, “And I’m guessing, despite everything. Despite probably knowing more than me about what that bastard had done, you’ve still come to me first? He murdered my brother, and you’ve come to me to tell me to stop?!” Huaisang’s voice is full of venom, but no louder than a hiss.

The smaller man stands up loudly and clumsily, knee banging into a desk as he does so.

“Leave, Xichen,” Huaisang tells him, full of anger and rage. Xichen doesn’t know how it went so wrong so fast. “I thought you just didn’t know, and that was damning- but this?” Huaisang spits, such an unrefined action for such a carefully composed and elegant man.

“Huaisang,” Xichen says a little warningly himself, “I don’t think you want to challenge me either. A-Yao needs to be brought to justice, but you want isn’t justice. It’s barely revenge- it’s blood thirsty vengeance and I cannot condone it.”

He thins his lips, deciding whether to say his next sentence as Huaisang glowers at him, knuckles whitening around his fan. He needs to save as much of A-Yao as he can, it’s clear Huaisang is mostly gone, but maybe saving A-Yao will help save A-Sang.

“You don’t want the Lan as an enemy, Huaisang. My reputation is far better than yours, I could say all kind of things and they wouldn’t be lies. Please, leave him alone, let me deal with him.” It only feels a little wrong on his tongue, Xichen can live with it.

He’s met with a spluttering laugh from Huaisang, but his eyes are so very firm and steady and hard. Huaisang really is like Mingjue, but not in sharing honesty.

“If you tell anybody about this, about the Headshaker plotting, Zewu-jun, you think anyone will believe you? The only person who would is Jin Guangyao, and then you’ve signed my death warrant as well. Do you want this on your conscience? Can you live with the deaths of both my and Da-ge on your head?

Xichen steps back, his mind screaming at him, and Huaisang takes that as an opportunity to move around his desk and slither up to his side.

“Come back to me with his head, or don’t come back at all, Er-ge.” Huaisang strides back to his desk. “After all, I think we’ve established that I really don’t need you. Maybe I’ll drip all kinds of poison about you into people’s ears. I’m a terrible gossip, and just really don’t know how to hold my drink after all. Someone really ought to stop Sect Leader Nie from spending so much time in Taverns.”

Xichen suddenly has the nasty feeling that he’s walked into a snake’s den. That he really, should never have come.

“But that won’t be you,” Huaisang continues, “Seeing that you don’t like me anymore? Or do you? In which case then I’m still so useless, and not scheming.” Huasiang throws him a clearly false beam, and Xichen just wants out.

“Nice talking with you, Er-ge, now I’m fed up of watching you squirm.”

Xichen leaves as quickly as he can, not taking his eyes of Huaisang, who locks eye contact the whole time Xichen backs out of the door. He doesn’t even try to lay on a threat or impress for Huaisang not to go after A-Yao once more. He’s said all he can say to Huaisang. Now he’s stuck here, in the past with the sick feeling he’s made everything worse.

“The Sect Leader’s a real character, isn’t he?” one of the Nie disciples on the door comments with a slight laugh as Xichen focuses on not looking like he’s stumbling out. “Can really drive you up the wall.”

Xichen looks at him, and can see nothing but friendliness and banter.

“Well-meaning, but dumb,” the woman on the other side comments. The two disciples laugh together again.

“don’t worry, Zewu-jun, I don’t think he knows what he’s doing.” They snort.

Xichen looks at them both, tries to see if it’s a facade, if it’s real or-

He draws himself up, “You should show your Sect Leader some more respect,” he intones seriously. “The-”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Xichen is interrupted, “We respect Sect Leader Nie. He at least knows when he’s got an enemy in front of him. He’s not totally useless.”

Xichen swallows. He’s not quite sure how. But the only thing he’s certain of is that he’s made everything worse. So much worse.

[ddaeng-angmoh]

Your Den or Mine?

When Yoongi was abandoned by his creator, he lost himself in the darkness. He had never had any hope for love or even his own humanity. When a human stumbled into his forest he thought that maybe that could change, but he forgot that humans have a mind of their own, and his woman might not like being pulled into his world.

Date: March 1st

Word Count: 5,660

Genre: Angst, Fluff

@yeontanismypresident

 As science changed so did the world and its laws of morality. Society had finally found a way to mix the DNA of humans and animals to produce organs for surgeries. Humans no longer had to wait in long lines in order to get the body parts they needed, instead, their own DNA could be used to incubate the needed organs inside of the bodies of animals. The situation was revolutionary and changed the medical field forever. This meant that the race for organ transplants was still large, but suddenly it was so much more manageable. But with this realization the rich started funding projects to make a proper chimera, they wanted to have their own pets. Humans with the features of animals that they could keep and own, something that would be interesting and only draw more attention to their wealth. So it happened, scientists were able to use the medical developments of the organ growing chimeras to make human hybrids. Suddenly the anime cliches of girls with the ears and tails of cats existed, the world was changing and people were frantically trying to see how they could change the dynamics of their lives. Instead of miscarriages, scientists worked to incubate the abandoned eggs and sought to modify them so they could grow into these hybrids. Creatures of every kind were being tested for compatibility. There were canines, amphibians, fish, felines, everything was being tested, but some became more attractive than others. In both looks, and mannerisms.

The hybrids that were grown were seen not seen as humans, after all, they had the DNA of animals coursing through them. They were tagged and told that they were not to be seen on the tier of humans and told they existed for the temporary excitement of their owners. In their race to ignore the possible humanity of their creatures scientists only examined their emotional intelligence. This was because if they tested any further they might have to admit that these hybrids were just as human as the people working on the hybrids. Instead, the focus was on whether the traits of their animal side was dangerous or too odd. If their quirks were too unfamiliar then scientists would attempt to take it from them. If it was too dangerous, they were locked away. They couldn’t be sold, after all, they could harm the people around them without the understanding that their actions were improper.

That was why Yoongi was sitting by a lake, waiting in a damp forest. He had been abandoned long ago, he had been a disaster from the start. He had the honour of being a snake hybrid, not only was he not cute and fluffy, but his sharp teeth and scaled skin intimidated the strongest of buyers. He had lived his life alone in a containment facility. His creator had been enamoured with snakes and had found a breed that reminded him of home. When he produced Yoongi, he had hoped he had made a hybrid that would be as beautiful as its origin and as docile as a common pet. But that was not what happened. Yoongi produced venom much like the mamushi snake he had been derived from, and his attitude was dark and hostile. He was friendly enough, but he had little patience for things that bored him, and he was quick to send away all those that annoyed him. He never had the hope of being adopted, of being a sullen owned half-breed. Though he supposed that was not such a bad thing. Despite that, Yoongi still felt insufferably alone. When the scientist had realized that Yoongi had no hope of being adopted, no chance of being loved, he let him go. He released Yoongi into a forest in a reclusive part of their country and left the hybrid to fend for himself.

Yoongi had hated the scientist for a long time, he had been fearful of going mad, or of dropping into the instinctual mood of his predatory side. But Yoongi had survived, he had managed to make a home in the lonely forest. He had found a cave that was humid in the summer. He had taken to curling up in the heat and relaxing in the warm weather, but when the cold came he would scurry to the back and drop into a hibernate like state. As much as the scientists wished that he was more like the creature he was modelled after, he truly wasn’t. His body was not made to live off of only a few months of food then lie in wait for the warmth. So every season when the heat came back he would pull himself from the cave taunt and malnourished and try to keep going. The strain on his body left him feeling useless, there was nobody and nothing by his side. He felt as though there was little he could do. He wished he could move in the cold, he wished he could go out into society. But he knew the scales that speckled around his eyes, and the sharp point of his teeth made his origins obvious. He could never last in the cold without becoming lethargic, and he could never get adopted with his sullied origins. Yoongi had become well aware that his life was simply to remain in such a strained state. Never warm enough, never full enough, and never content. It was the life he was due simply because a man had played god with his DNA. There was no way for him to escape, at least, that was what he had always thought.

Yoongi’s days of loneliness had ended when he heard giggles in the forest. His fingers had been skimming the cool water of the lake, the smell of rocks and insects had his tongue flicking in his mouth. It took all his control to block out the overwhelming scents of nature, it was then that he smelt something odd. Something man-made, he could smell chemicals in the air, it made his skin crawl and reminded him of his days in the clean room. With a sigh, he pushed himself up and walked along the damp foliage. His shoes were well worn and he could feel everything he stepped on through the thin bottoms, but he was well used to the wet weeds and moist dirt. It was warmest by the lake after all, so it was where he spent his time. The heat from summer would hit the lake and spin the air with such humidity that he could feel his scales shiver with pleasure. He wondered if the humans that were wandering around his forest were seeking the same respite from the cold. Even in the summer it could sneak along the wind and harass his sensitive skin. But it was his home so, with curiosity, he wandered along the trees so he could see the group. Two females were walking along his forest giggling amongst each other. He had no plan to watch them, at least until he saw you. His sharp gaze had landed on you and he watched with fascination. Something about you caught his gaze, he wasn’t sure if it was the way you watched your friend with amusement, laughing as much as you watched out for her. Or if it was because your hands were always ready to steady your friend, as much as you were excited to move along the small path.

"The campground isn’t far, right?“ Your voice was music to his ears, he hadn’t met many women in his time contained. The ones he did were cold and clinical, much like his creator. They prodded him and asked him questions, never speaking with the tender tone you did. He supposed it was your voice that caught him at the start because the chance to hear something so rare and delicate was intoxicating.

"Well, it isn’t much of a campground now.” Your friend spoke warily, with a sheepish look. Her voice was nice, he supposed, but it lacked the delightful lilt you had. So Yoongi tilted his head and watched the girls walk further away, not dwelling any further on your friend. He knew the place she spoke of, and he didn’t think it was good enough for you. The forest used to be a tourist area, but when the local mine shut down the people left the local area and it lost its interest. The campground still existed but much of it had grown over, there were only a few safe areas. So for you, it wouldn’t be comfortable.

"Of course, because when you said I was going to help with your photography project that obviously meant an abandoned campground.“ Your sarcasm was sharp and Yoongi felt his lips curl in amusement as he listened. His steps were silent against the plants as he followed you, he knew your words would disappear if you saw him. A monster like him was only made to create fear after all. So he licked his lips from his stress, and the simple action filled his senses with your scent. He knew the sweet smell was you, who else would smell so delicate?

"Hey, you voted for roughing it.” Your friend smiled at you, and Yoongi wondered if all women could smile as nicely as you did when you looked back at your friend. Yoongi brushed his hair out of his face to see you better, but as he did he saw the speckles of scales that littered his hand. He couldn’t forget his place, he wasn’t just a hybrid, after all, he was also a monster. The teeth that rested in his mouth contained toxic venom, which was most definitely dangerous for humans. The venom was nothing compared the brown and black scales that littered his skin, flowering on his pale skin. Even his looks were abhorrent.

"I didn’t vote for being alone in a forest, what if we die,“ you said your words with little fear. You didn’t believe that any harm could come to you, you had never encountered anything truly dangerous after all. So why would such a worry be on your mind? But Yoongi saw the danger, so your words scared him. He was going to leave you and your friend behind, he truly was. Or he had wanted to at least but what kind of person would he have to be to leave you alone? Your friend hadn’t brought anything to protect you, and you looked so delicate so he couldn’t let you be alone. It would be his fault if you got hurt, and he never wanted to see the pain on your face.

Which was why when you had gotten to the campground and found the clearest spot, Yoongi had sat down in the foliage and watched with a curious expression as you sent up the tent. The thin fabric perplexed him, it couldn’t protect you if the weather turned. He was no stranger to the rain and storms that flooded his forest, such a small thing would blow over leaving you and your friend cold and uncomfortable in the chill. His small cave would be much safer, he had filled it with things left by the other humans, it was safe and comfortable. You wouldn’t have the same worries about the weather, not if he was the one to provide for you. His den had taken him a long time to put together, it was perfect for him so wouldn’t that mean it was perfect for you? But your friend, he wasn’t sure he liked her yet and he would never open his den to a stranger. She was pretty, of course, he found women had a natural beauty about them, but beauty meant nothing to him. Beauty did not create trust after all, so if he were to choose a mate, someone to share his den with he would never use beauty as a measure. Somehow he knew that if he had to choose a mate, he would want you. He had heard the scientists bring it up many times, hybrids had a capability to mate with humans. It wasn’t abnormal, but he had always known he would never get a chance to. Not only was his bite deathly but he would never get adopted and thus never get a chance to find a woman he wanted. Yet there was the beautiful you, with the tender voice and soft eyes. He wanted to cherish the look on your innocent face, he wanted to protect you and provide for you as your mate. But he hadn’t even said a word to you yet. He was unsure how humans told their mates they wanted them, but all he knew was he wanted you with him and not your friend. So he leaned against the tree and waited, his eyes sliding closed as he basked in the heat of the summer day.

Yoongi was well acquainted with waiting, he spent half of the year doing so after all. He had become used to laying in the ripped blankets, waiting for winter to end. He had gotten used to the bone weary tiredness that overtook him by the time summer hit, and the wait for some food to come anywhere near him. He would wait, and wait, and rest until something came close enough for him to feed and gain even a miniscule amount of energy. So when the sun had fallen away, leaving the scent of night teasing at his nose, he had opened his eyes with a peaceful sigh. He wasn’t sure if he could hold in his excitement but he knew he had to try. His joints ached, and he had to stretch when he got up. His body was still malnourished, his life in the wilderness was harmful to his human side. Despite that, he had no wish to go back to the sheltered life he had lived before. He preferred the aches of his weary limbs over the crushing loneliness and judging glares he had garnered from the scientists. The thoughts made his eyes droop with his resentment, but he shoved it away so he could focus on the tent he was approaching. His fingers grasped with zipper, and he slowly pulled it up so he could look inside the tent. He saw your friend first, she was curled up in her sleeping bag with her fingers gripping the man-made fabric close. Dismissing her he looked past her form and smiled when he saw you laying as if in wait for him. Your hair was a mess, and your lips were parted just enough for him to see how plush they were. He bit his lip softly, ignoring the sharp pinch against his skin. You were so beautiful, he was unsure how he had never seen someone as gorgeous as you. But, he supposed that was because there may not be anyone else like you.

He pulled you into his arms with a soft sigh of exertion, Yoongi was strong enough to hold you but he wasn’t used to using his muscles. He had no real use for strength, he had what he needed without any real use of force. A simple bite could take down the things he feared, all he needed was the speed he used to maneuver from what he perceived as dangerous. He hummed the thoughts away as he slowly zipped the tent closed, carrying you towards his den. He didn’t like the feeling of the sleeping bag you were nestled in. The fabric was abrasive against his skin and lacked any real cloth, it felt more like a smooth plastic than anything he would enjoy. But you seemed to enjoy it, so he let you remain inside. His hold was gentle, and his steps were quiet as he moved. He was scared he would wake you, he didn’t want to disturb your rest. His mate deserved the best after all, and if you wanted to be in peace you should have it. Yoongi felt a stirring of guilt in his chest as he ducked under a branch, avoiding the trees as much as he could for you. He was terrified that you would hate him when you awoke and saw his scale speckled face. He was not a cat, he was not a dog, and he knew humans preferred such creatures. But he had chosen you, so that was that, mating was a choice after all. If he chose you then that was it, wasn’t it? Yoongi hadn’t learned much about love, he knew nothing about it just that it was an elusive thing connected to mating. So if he chose you as his mate, you must love him, and he must love you. Such thoughts set him at ease.

"I promise I’ll take care of you,” Yoongi said as he ducked into his cave. The stone face was low, but the inside was tall and deep. Its low entrance kept the wind and rain out, letting him curl in his blankets in peace whenever the cold took him over and kept any possible bears from coming upon him as he slept. He had problems with some other creatures, but it never lasted long before he made it out safely. His ability to keep his den safe, he hoped you would appreciate it, and that you would know he could keep you safe so you would never have to fear. He heaved out a sigh as he laid you down on his pile of blankets. The cloth was scavenged from when the humans had left the nearby town. Most places had been cleared out, but some places like the homeless shelters had things left behind. He had brought everything he thought he could use. There was a little table off to the side, he never used it but it held books warped from the humid air. There was a tarp along the ground that held all his blankets, keeping the cloth from getting wet, but the sharp scent of mould still hit his nose. He could do nothing for the moist air or its manner of destroying his things. The best he could do was to make a small cover for the entrance of his cave. It was a shabby thing made of planks and covered in tarp and it did nothing for the air but it did its job enough that he felt safe in his little den. Yoongi curled up beside you, relaxing as the scent of his den filled his nose. He could taste you beside him, and that alone helped his eyes slide shut and left his muscles loose. With you by his side, he knew he would never have to worry about sleep again.

 Yoongi woke up to the sound of you shuffling in your sleeping bag, he could smell your scent turn sour as your confusion rose. It wasn’t a pleasant smell at all, in fact, he was quite sure it was a smell he would prefer to never smell again. He missed the sweet way you had smelt the day before when you had been laughing with your friend. “What’s wrong?” He opened his eyes, questioning you with a confused expression perched on his sharp face. Your face was beautiful up close, and he found it cute how you stared with eyes so wide with your own confusion. Your lips parted and he wondered why you weren’t saying anything, it was frustrating to him. You had been so kind with your friend, he had spent the whole day previous wondering what it would sound like for you to give him the beautiful words you had.

"Who are you?“ When you finally spoke it was with a tense body and clenched fingers. You could see only faintly in the cave, the entrance only let in a little bit of light after all. Yoongi’s face was only a shadow in the darkness, but that didn’t alleviate your fear at all. To wake up in a strange place, alone with a male you had never seen before was a terrifying experience. The only reason you had yet to run was that you were so just as scared as you were lost. To be in the presence of such a stranger who had managed to steal you away in the night meant that you had no idea if he would kill you with any move. Perhaps you were selfish, but you wanted to live, you didn’t want to lose your life, and so you stared at him through the darkness hoping that it was all some sick dream. But the sharp scent of decay and musk convinced you that your dream may just be the reality.

"Yoongi,” his voice was harsh to your ears. Yoongi was just as scared as you, after all, he was so used to humans running from him that he feared you would as well. “Are you hungry? I can find you something,” he was eager to please you, he wanted you to think that he was a viable mate. Yoongi didn’t want to let you think that he would ever leave you lacking, he had to prove himself after all. “Y/n?” His nose bumped your neck as he opened his mouth, tasting your scent again. The sour scent made him choke and back away, looking at you with growing annoyance.

"How do you know who I am,“ you shot back at his actions, your voice wavering as your hands slipped on the stone you had backed onto. Your body fell back and you hit the rock with a heavy gasp following as you stared up at the ceiling of the cave. Your vision was only clear for moments before he was hovering over you, his brown eyes focused with worry. Your heart stuttered with fear when you saw scales surrounding his eyes, like tears around his pale skin. A hybrid. You had never owned one, you never believed in the containment of humans. No matter what anyone said you knew they had intellect and that they were no more a pet than you were. But you weren’t ignorant, you knew that they were dangerous because as human as they were they had the instincts of an animal. You knew that even though they were made to be pets, most never made the cut, snakes included. The reptiles were not able to fit into society smoothly enough, the few that managed to get adopted were put down due to their lack of restraint. The snakes were volatile and had a habit of biting the people that got in their way, something that was dangerous when some had inherited the venom of their animal side.

"I saw you yesterday, I watched you,” Yoongi spoke quietly, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. It was a success that you hadn’t screamed or ran. You loved him too, he believed that completely. “I knew when I first saw you, you’re perfect. I couldn’t find anyone better than you.” He was ignorant to your shaking fingers that pressed against the ground as if that would steady you. He couldn’t see the way you flinched when he leaned in closer. All he could see was your beautiful eyes looking at him, and your delicate nose that sloped so gently that he wondered if you were sculpted instead of born. He could see the questions in your eyes, and his lips curled into a smile at how attractive you looked under him. Docile, but he could feel the spark of life in you. “You’re mine, Y/n. You’re my mate,” he said with wonder evident in his voice. His head ducked low again as he took in your scent. He could smell something else within the sour fear radiating from you, something that gave him hope.

"I have a boyfriend,“ the lie fell from your shaking lips as you tried to steady your breath. You were rightfully terrified, but there was a primal attraction when he spoke so definitively. You had never liked the thought of being owned, yet you had always felt arousal at the thought of being claimed. The idea that somebody could want you so much that they would do such a thing. It was a conflicting pleasure, something that gave you guilt as much as it did attraction. Your sins had finally caught up to you, your silent dreams had lead you into the den of a likely venomous hybrid. They had lead you right into his arms, and right under his lithe body.

"Not anymore,” Yoongi may have been a snake, but the growl that shook his at his vocal cords was worthy of any wild feline. The thought that you belonged to anyone else terrified him, he could feel his fangs ache with the venom that flowed through them. His creator had never removed the glands that produced his venom, he had planned to release Yoongi the whole time. But in the situation where he was hovering over his mate, he regretted such a thing. No matter how much safety it gave him, any moment where he could hurt his mate was petrifying. “You’re mine, I’m the one who will protect you, and I am the one who will provide for you.” He breathed out heavily through his nose, trying to repress his frustration. But it was impossible, knowing that his mate had another was enough to make him snap. He had finally made it out of the darkness, he had finally found a way to stop being alone and some stranger miles away risked it all being destroyed. You were terrified beneath him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to notice. Instead, his thoughts were focused on how he could replace your fictional boyfriend, he couldn’t be a good mate if he knew you had another on your mind after all.

Your breaths steadied slowly, and you matched him without a second thought. You felt suffocated under him, waiting in the silence for any reaction. His body above yours was encompassing, and every moment under him caused his eyes to darken until all you saw was black. What little light illuminated his face only made you notice the predatory look in his eyes and the stiff setting of his jaw. But he, he felt completely different from you. Yoongi felt empowered, he felt safe, and he felt insufferably warm. You felt like the sun to him, the heat of your gaze settled in his bones and left him with a relief he only felt after hours in the sun. Your fearful gaze only reminded him how delicate you were, and made him want to pull you deeper into his den and hold you close. It made him want to mark you, a dry bite wouldn’t harm you, and he was almost tempted to risk it. He wanted to smell himself off of you, he could almost imagine how you would smell with a bit of him curled within you. He imagined that nothing could smell better than such a thing and he didn’t want to risk a stranger marking you first. No man could have you, no, he would never let another man touch you. But his dreams meant nothing when you were settled beneath him so silently. “Say something,” Yoongi slammed his palm down by your head, desperate for your acknowledgment to his words. But you couldn’t find anything to say, what was there to say after all? You could see the feral look in his eyes, the reptile that was ready to strike, and you knew your life was something that could easily be lost if the wrong thing was said.

Yoongi was thirsty for your attention, he longed for you to reach up and take his face into his hands. He wanted to feel you pull him to your neck, he wanted you to surrender yourself to him and let him take over. His sheer want for you was filling him, he needed to claim you, he needed to prove that you were his and his alone. But the way you looked into his eyes told him that there was something else that needed attention. Because he knew you were scared of him, he could see the growing confusion, the hatred. “Pay attention to me!” His voice echoed off the stone, filling the den with the sound of his desperation. It couldn’t happen, you couldn’t say no, you couldn’t. You were his, you had to say yes, you loved him didn’t you? He loved you, after all, so you had to, you had to. That was how it worked he took you to his den and you said yes, that was it.

"I hate you,“ the words spilled from your lips. Your determination was so strong, but Yoongi only chuckled. His lips curled up and he leaned closer to you, his lips brushing against the tender skin of your jaw. With a flick of his tongue, he licked your tender skin, revelling in the taste of you. You couldn’t, you couldn’t hate him. That wasn’t how it worked. You were his, and only his. You had lied about a boyfriend because you didn’t know what he had for you, but he knew best. You would drop the facade and you would come to him with understanding.

"No, you don’t,” Yoongi said with a shaky laugh. His eyes were burning with his determination, you loved him too. His nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck as his hollowed fangs brushed against your skin, still stiff with venom. “You can’t hate me, because I love you.” His words were convincing enough for him, it was his own reality. But if you fought, there must have been a reason, there must have been a source of your agitation. He blinked slowly and moved off of you. His scrawny frame was still taller than yours, towering over you as he stood and looked down at you on the ground. “Is it the den? I thought you would like it, but humans. They like other things,” he tilted his head curiously, and the scales on his neck caught the light as he moved. He had seen how tightly the humans had clutched their possessions as they left their town behind. “You want your den,” his voice trailed off as he grasped your hand to pull you up. You had the audacity to push yourself up off of the ground, and that made his nose flare with frustration. But he had to be understanding, he needed to be. His mate was just confused, he must have moved too fast.  You didn’t understand that you were supposed to lean on him. “We’ll go to your den then,” he brushed your jaw with his thumb and smiled. He had such hopes for his own den, he had dreamt of a night spent curled up in his own cave with you happy in his arms. But his love wanted her own home, and he could not fault you for that. He had to be the one to make the sacrifice.

"No!“ Your voice was sharp, piercing the cave with its pitch. Your words stirred the reptile within him, your reaction was unacceptable. Yoongi grasped your neck and pulled you close, the feeling of your chest hitting his was a small relief that gave him the strength to not act. He had been scared he would harm you, but he felt the restraint, and the need to coddle you. You were precious to him after all, and everything within him knew that.

"Yes,” his thumb gently stroked your neck, as if his hold wasn’t lethal. “I go where my mate goes, and my beautiful mate wants to go home. Doesn’t she?” He watched your eyes flicker, and he held onto to euphoria that you were looking right at him. Your attention was completely on him, and there was nothing else that was taking you from him. He felt as though he could watch you for years, your beauty was mesmerizing enough that he had forgiven your shout.

"Y-yes,“ you said. The stutter only drew a growing smile from his dried lips. Yoongi truly believed that even your fear was enticing. It was as though everything that you did was a mating call that begged him to bit into your delicate neck and mark you as his. Everything about you was enough to make him abandon his den which was the one place where he could ever feel safe. But you were worth it. So instead of responding, he let his grip on your neck loosen, and his palms ran down your body until his hands were on your waist. The silence in the cave was nothing to him, but he could feel your shaking under his pale skin.

"Then let’s go home.” Yoongi hummed as his grip on your waist tightened. He knew it was silly to fear you disappearing but it was all he knew. Your weary eyes and quivering lips were enough to make him want to pull you against him and into his blankets. It made him want to hold you tight and never let go, to sleep away even the summer if it meant that you stayed with him. But he knew that your refusal from before was over, you had finally realized what he wanted. You had realized that all he wanted was to love you. He wanted to keep you and let everyone know that you were his and that you would only mate with him, and him alone. He didn’t know what would happen in the future when he went home with you, but he knew that he would never take no for an answer. Wherever you went he would go as well, after all, that was what a lover did.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Mother dragon (1); Winchester brothers x reader

*Author’s note*

Hello everyone. Okay so this is a new series I’m planning on doing. I’ve got a few chapters already up and running so here’s the deal. This is a Supernatural fic but to combine my two great loves right now joining the cast are the boys of Bohemian rhapsody. So yeah here you all get to imagine that Joe Mazzello, Ben Hardy, Gwilym Lee and Rami Malek are apart of the SPN world. So I hope you all give this series a read and a chance and hope that you all like it. And if anyone’s interested in being tagged in future parts, just send me a message. Like, comment and reblog if you love both SPN and the BORHAP boys :)

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Part 1

God if the guys could see me now, they’d definitely be rubbing in a ‘We told you so’ right to my face.  I limped along through the woods until I got to the lake and found my old den that I once called home for a while.  I groaned in pain as I held my leg and checked the wound.

Wait I’m getting ahead of myself.  The name’s (y/n) (l/n), I’m 23 years old and I was born a hunter.  My parents actually taught me everything I needed to know.  My father trained me to be the best fighter while my mother as good a fighter as she was, she taught me more of the lore aspect of everything and anything that goes bump in the night.  But when I was just 10 years old, a vampire nest had found the house and they killed my parents right in front of me.

For whatever reason they let me live, whether to gloat or for me to live with the guilt that I couldn’t save them, I don’t know. But what I did know was that from that day on I was alone.

I first met Sam and Dean on a hunt 5 years ago, they at first thought I was crazy to be so young and being involved with stuff like this, but after saving their asses from a wendigo hunt gone wrong, they changed their tune and allowed me to stick around and I’ve been with them ever since.

Just recently we had gotten word of a pair of Vetalas hunting in these woods.  I told Sam and Dean to leave it all to me since I knew these Vetalas specifically. But what I didn’t tell them was that unlike any other Vetala they’ve faced, it wasn’t just two, no this was an entire pack of Vetalas.

When I was 14, a psychotic man had found a way to make the Vetala’s loyal to him and he made them do whatever it was that he wanted. Killings, kidnapping women, whatever it was they did it all for him.  I gotten word of where they were hiding and killed the master but ever since then, the Vetalas had had it in for me.

Because while digging deeper into the Men of Letter’s archive, I had read that when Vetalas are bonded with a master, that bond is eternally strong and if their master is killed, they will stop at nothing to exact revenge for their fallen master.

So in order to protect Sam and Dean, I told them that I could handle this on my own, I had the homefield advantage after all, but of course I was in way over my head.

Now here I am in the woods with a bleeding leg after one Vetala had thrown me so hard I had cut it against a rock, a broken wrist and possible a concussion.  It was now nightfall and I could hear their snake-like hissing and commands trying to search for me.

I hid myself with leaves and mud trying to block my scent so that they couldn’t find me.  But I knew they wouldn’t leave that easily so I stayed awake the whole night in case they had found me.

By dawn, they finally left but we hunters know you can never be too sure.  With my silver knife in my non-dominant hand I limped across the woods hoping to leave to find the road that would lead to my hometown so that there would be witnesses and I know for a fact that Vetalas won’t physically attack their prey before an audience.

But as the sun began to rise, I found myself turned around.  I should’ve reached the road by now.  Shit it had been such a long time since I’ve been here that I’ve completely forgotten which way the road to town was.  If anything I must’ve gone deeper into the woods.

Suddenly a twig snapped from behind me and I could hear them tracking me.

“Hey! There she is! I’ve found her!” I heard a blonde Vetala scream out.  Soon they all came charging at me, eyes revealed and fangs bared out.  I ran as fast as my injured leg would allow. Jumping over rocks and logs and gripping my knife tighter and closer to me.  I heard them hissing and calling out to me telling me that they were coming to get me and that I was going to pay for killing their master all those years ago.

I stopped running as I now came to a tall cliff. It was then I knew that I was trapped.

I heard them coming closer so I turned around and held my knife out and took a deep breath as I let out a cry and stood on top of a small boulder giving me a slight elevation.

“ALRIGHT YOU BITCHES! YOU WANT ME!? COME AND GET ME!!!!” Soon two black haired Vetalas came out from the woods snarling and hissing at me. “Yeah that’s right!! Come here you ol broads! You’ve waited a long time for this huh? Well so have I. Take your best shot!” More Vetalas appeared jumping over boulders in front of me or coming out from the woods until I was surrounded by all 11 of them.

This ends now.  I should’ve killed all of them years ago when I had killed their master. But this time I was gonna make things right.  This town has suffered long enough from these bitches, and this time they weren’t going to hurt anyone ever again.

I then let out an animalistic roar to try and intimidate them but they just kept stalking closer and closer blocking any hope of my escape.  I let out a couple more roars and I could hear it echoed throughout the woods.  If anyone had heard my own roars, they’d probably run because they didn’t know what the hell it was, it was that raw and animalistic.

Then it began.

Using whatever strength I had left in my legs mixed with the adrenaline bumping madly throughout my body, I tackled the first Vetala I could, bringing her to the ground and stabbed her with my knife killing her.

The blonde Vetala that had told her pack about me, tackled me off her friend using her super strength which led me to letting go of my knife.  I punched her as hard as I could before gripping her hair and using my right foot, pressed it against her gut and rolled her off me.

I got up and I wildly punched any Vetala that came near me but I was soon ambushed from behind, trapped in a head and shoulder lock and I soon heard a loud pop and let out the most agonizing scream. She had dislocated my left shoulder and I felt a sweep at my legs and fell flat on my back before feeling myself being pinned to the ground and I felt a bite at my neck.

I let out a scream but it was soon muted as the venom began taking its course through my body.  I felt my whole body go numb and hear the piercing loud ringing in my ears.  Their voices muffled as they surrounded me but I heard the one who had pinned me down say.

“Today she dies for our master.” Her fangs grew longer and as she got closer to me; I soon saw all the Vetalas look up towards the cliff.  But it was their faces that struck out to me.

They were all terrified.  The one who was pinning me down about to finish me off, her eyes became horrified as she backed away from me as well as her sisters.  God I wish that it was the boys who had come because if it was something more horrifying than a pack of Vetalas, then I was screwed big time.

*3rd Person POV*

Just before Denise could end the life of the hunter that took away their master, her sister Taylor cried out.

“Denise, look!” She looked up and that’s when all the Vetalas became frightened from what they were now looking up.

Perched up at the top of a cliff was a man.  He looked to be about (y/n)’s age, maybe a little older, had long dark brown hair that went past his shoulders, deep brown eyes and wore dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket.  He wasn’t the most intimidating to look at, hell he looked like any normal guy you would see on the street, but that’s not what had the Vetalas afraid.

It was what this guy was.

His brown eyes soon phased from honey brown to piercing gold like a lizard and large black leather wings sprung out from his back as he let out a roar.  He leapt from the cliff and slammed right in front of (y/n) protectively.

For this guy was one of the most legendary of any mythology.  Ranging from different myths and legends based on whatever culture they came from; and they are well known in pop culture today.

Dragons.

The long haired dragon protectively stood guard in front of (y/n) and fought off the Vetalas.  He picked one up and flew up in the air with her screaming her head off before he tossed her in the air and sent a kick her way sending her flying hundreds of miles away.

He came back down and grabbed another Vetala and heated up his hand burning her alive.  Vetala after Vetala he came for, burning, clawing, biting and even shooting fire whether from his mouth or hand he slayed them all one by one until they were all killed.  The dragon breathed heavily before extending his wings out and letting out the most fearsome roar he could muster.

It was then the dragon took notice of (y/n) down on the floor.  He walked towards her and knelt down beside her and slowly turned her over onto her back so that he could see her face.  His eyes narrowed for a brief second before suddenly changing to eyes of recognition.

*My POV*

From what I could see, I just saw large wings and fire surrounding me.  The ringing in my ears continued to ring louder and I just wished that it would stop. Suddenly I saw boots standing in front of me before I saw black jeaned legs kneeling before my vision.  I was then slowly turned on my back and I finally got a good look at the guy’s face.

Long dark brown hair and brown eyes.  His face looked so familiar and that’s when it hit me.

Deacon? Oh my god it was Deacon. And my is he a big, big dragon now.

His eyes first narrowed down at me but I guess he finally put the pieces together too and remembered who I was.

“Mum.” I could faintly hear him.  I tried to speak but my voice wouldn’t speak up.  I was soon picked up in his arms and he nuzzled my face.  His long hair brushed against my face tickling me.  

Oh my god I can’t believe this! Deacy was alive, after all these years! Oh my god…..I wish I could hug him. Why can’t I hug my child?  After he nuzzled and purred against my face, he soon took notice of my bitemark and I felt him beginning to lick it.

Thanks to his dragon saliva which I had discovered had healing properties, I slowly began to feel my fingers twitch and move again. He kept licking the wound on my neck until I was finally able to touch his back.  

He stopped licking my neck and he raised his head up tears in his eyes and a sad but happy smile spread across his face.

“My Deacy…….you got big.” He laughed softly and said.

“Yeah, I did. Oh mum I’ve missed you so much.”

“And I you my darling.” He then picked me up bridal style and he told me to hold on tight.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and his wings soon came out and he took off flying.

We soon arrived at a cave hidden deep within the mountains where he said I would be safe and healed.  Deacy set me down on a smooth elevated rock platform then knelt down in front of me brushing the strands of hair that fell over my face tucking it behind my ears.  I looked at him with tears in my eyes and choked out.

“I’m so sorry Deacy.”

“About what?” he questioned.

“That day…..the avalanche….if I hadn’t stayed there, you wouldn’t have to be alone. I never meant to leave you I—”

“Hey, hey—”

“I tried to fight back really I did but they wouldn’t let me and then I—”

“Mum, mum it’s okay, it’s okay.” Deacy wrapped his arms around me placing my head over his chest allowing me to hear his strong heartbeat.  “What’s done is done, I don’t blame you for what happened. You helped save that man’s life. Had you not then he would’ve died.”

“But what about you? I abandoned you Deacy, how—how can you even stand to be near me, let alone forgive me?”

“Because you’re my mum. No matter what, you will always be my mum. Nothing can ever change that.” He said as he cupped my face in his hands wiping away the tears that fell down my face.

“When did you ever get so wise?” I choked out as a smile came across my face.

“I had a great teacher.” He said with a smile which made me laugh softly.  He nuzzled my face with a loud dragon purr.  I smiled and wrapped my arms around my baby boy and kissed his temple.

“I still can’t believe how big you’ve gotten in such a short time.”

“Dragon’s human forms age a bit quicker to fit the physicality of our dragon sizes. Mostly it goes a couple years, then after the adolescent years it goes by decades until it sudden freezes for several hundred years before aging once more.”

“Well that I knew, after all I raised you from the time after you shortly hatched. It’s just that…..last I saw you, you were a scrawny, little teenage boy and now look at you.”

“Hey I wasn’t scrawny! I was lean.”

“Sure you were.” I teased.

“Oh okay I see how it is,” he then tackled me onto the smooth stone and began tickling me.  Not just with his fingers, but with gentle love bites on my neck along with his long hair brushing against my skin.  I laughed and tried to push him away but he stayed close and kept tickling me.

What felt like an eternity, he finally stopped leaving me breathless along the stone bed.  He then took notice of my swollen wrist and he said.

“How’s your wrist?”

“Honestly I can’t even feel it anymore.”

“Here let me see it.” He held out his hand and I placed my dominant hand in his and he held his other hand over my wrist, very gently touching it and I soon saw a gold light shine between his palms as well as around my wrist.

There was a slight tingle but then it faded away and he released my wrist and asked.

“How’s it feel now?” I flicked my wrist around and there was no pain at all.

“How—how did you learn to do that Deacy?”

“A friend of mine taught me. I’ll explain everything later, right now you should get some sleep. I know the Vetalas kept you up all night and you look exhausted mum.” As he spoke I let out a long, tired yawn and cleared my throat saying.

“Oh Deacy I’m sorry…..”

“No, no it’s fine. Now lie down and get some sleep.” I yawned and lay against the smooth, cool stone bed.  I tried to get comfortable but that’s when I felt an arm go underneath my head.  When I turned around I saw that Deacy had slipped his strong arm under my head like a pillow.

He smiled lovingly before his large black wing sprouted from behind his back and covered over me like a blanket, but also shielding the sun away from my eyes so that no light would disturb my sleep.

“Goodnight mum.”

“Night Deacy, I love you.”

“Love you too.” I felt him nuzzle my cheek before he kissed it and soon I fell into the comforting wing of my son and his dragon body heat kept me warm.

[ashwayssunny]

Macdennis playing 7 minutes in heaven 👀

hi anon! thank you for a requesting a prompt!! here you go, i hope you like it!! :)

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Tim Murphy had explained the rules of the game as eloquently as he could, but no one yet had moved to make a first selection. Dennis estimated there were fifteen to twenty of them huddled around a hat which held each of their names  on a slip of paper. Tim Murphy hadn’t even technically invited them to this party, but an entire swath of classmates with whom he had no real relationship had descended upon the get-together like a school of fish, having heard about it in a hundred different games of telephone, finding safety in the anonymity of each other. Tim was too plastered by the time they all arrived to care that the party was far over capacity. 

Dennis had planned on going anyway, of course, but the cover of others made it much easier for him to sneak in Dee, Ronnie the Rat, and Dirtgrub, and he was pleased that neither of them had caused too much of a fuss thus far. Charlie hadn’t thrown his name in the ring, but Dennis watched as Ronnie snuck a piece of paper from the pile, scribbled his new nickname ‘Mac’ as quickly as he could, and tossed it in with such stealth it actually impressed him. 

The object of the game, Tim had explained, was to spend seven minutes alone in a closet with the person whose name was chosen alongside your own. There were few ground rules, except that the lights must be out, the door must be locked, and every non-chosen ear must be pressed against the door, listening. Dennis hoped to score with Nikki Potnick; out of the girls who’d submitted their names, she was by far the best looking, and Dennis hadn’t been involved with the incident which had led to the destruction of her car; in fact, he’d taken extra precautions to make sure Nikki never saw him with Ronnie – sorry, Mac – or Charlie the whole night. Now was his time. 

He wondered arbitrarily if Mac was after the same thing, wanting both to revel in the genius of Dennis’s plan while also preparing to steal his thunder. Dennis wouldn’t let that happen tonight. He’d make sure of it.

“Somebody’s gotta go first,” Tim slurred. “How ‘bout I just pick?”

Noises of agreement came from the group. Dennis made no reaction, betrayed no emotion. He caught Dee’s gaze as she sat across from him in the circle, and he wondered if the universe could possibly be cruel enough to pair them together. He didn’t want to think about what would happen if his sister was paired with someone else either, but to lose his chance with Nikki to such a disappointing partner… he scowled at the idea. 

Tim hiccuped, the beer in his palm sloshing in the bottle as he reached out and retrieved two strips of paper from the hat. The group collectively held back breath as he read the name on the slip once, twice, a third time before smirking a bit. “Dennis,” he blurted, and all eyes turned to him. 

The look of determination on Dennis’s face was set in stone. Some of the girls around the circle looked intrigued, some seemed a little more uneasy, but everyone was surely interested. Tim flipped the first paper behind the second, and at the sight of the second name, his face traveled through several different unidentifiable emotions before landing on a positively mischievous grin. 

“Damnnnnnn,” he said, elongating the word, “it’s Ronnie the Rat!”

Several members of the group burst into full-on laughter, but everyone snickered. “Wow, dream come true for you guys, huh?” Tim mocked. 

Dennis’s blood ran cold. He was sure the color had drained completely from his place, but he fought against every instinct in his body and kept his expression entirely neutral. “Pick someone else,” he said evenly. “Two dudes can’t do it.” 

“Yeah, you can’t do seven minutes in heaven with your bro!” Mac exclaimed from across the circle. He and Dennis avoided eye contact like it would kill them. It only elicited a fresh wave of laughter from the group, and Dennis felt his ears growing hot. 

“I don’t know, I mean…” Tim Murphy trailed off, taking a long swig of his beer and burping without losing an ounce of smugness from his face. Dennis wanted to bash his teeth in. “The rules say you can’t change the names that you pick, so…”

“You never said that in the rules!” Dennis’s voice hitched on the final syllable, but he fought desperately to keep calm, digging his nails into his pant leg. 

“I also didn’t invite you to my party.”

Another round of laughter. Dennis’s fists clenched so tightly he feared he would break his own fingers. 

“We should’ve made, like, a thing for dudes and a thing for chicks,” Mac pointed out, cognizant of how white Dennis’s knuckles had gone. “You know, so we could pick separately. Or do you just really wanna think about two dudes kissing?”

A few people chuckled, and for a moment, Dennis felt proud. It was short-lived, however, when Tim replied almost immediately, “Uhh, nobody said you had to kiss, bro. But it’s good to know that’s exactly what you were thinking about.”

Mac’s cheeks flushed, and he recoiled. Dennis heaved a great sigh, shifting the tension from his shaking fists to the space in his back between his shoulders. He replaced his grimace with an easy smile. “Fine, it’s whatever,” he said casually. “It’s totally a waste of a turn, though.” 

“We’ll see,” Tim responded, and Dennis nearly hurled his beanbag chair across the room.

Then they were being herded by the crowd like sheep to the bathroom they’d prepared for the occasion, complete with romantic fragrance and minimal lighting provided only by a lavender-scented candle belonging to Tim’s mom. People continued to snicker, and Mac and Dennis continued to refuse eye contact, until it was just the two of them side-by-side in the darkness, watching as Tim closed the door and snickered, “Have fun!” From the other side, they could hear the click of the alarm clock Tim set for exactly seven minutes begin. 

With the door shut, the candlelight reflected off both their faces as they slowly turned to each other and adopted positions at opposite ends of the room. Dennis’s stomach churned. 

“This is weird, bro,” Mac said, painfully honest when Dennis did not require his honesty; he forced himself to bite back a nasty retort. 

“Don’t fucking make it weird, then,” he snarled, “you’re the only one making it weird.”

“No, I’m pretty sure everyone is making it weird.” 

“Well, don’t encourage them!” he snapped, his voice rising above the whisper he’d been trying to use to keep the conversation only between them. Mac spoke normally, of course, and it only further irritated Dennis. 

Mac’s big dark eyes followed him, and Dennis could feel the intensity of his gaze even in the darkness. He slid down the length of the wall into a sitting position and stretched his fingers, forcing a deep breath down into his lungs. Mac followed suit. “Oh!” Mac suddenly exclaimed, reaching into his pocket and digging around while Dennis tried not to scream. “Hang on, I think I have something that’ll make this, like, ten times more better.”

The ticking noise began to grate on Dennis’s ears, and he balled his hands into fists yet again. Mac was grinning at him now, and the rush of blood through Dennis’s head forced him to look at the object his counterpart now held between them – a joint, thick, sleek, and nicely rolled the way Mac knew Dennis liked them to be. “Ehhh?” Mac smirked, wagging the joint between them. 

“Oh, fuck, give me that,” Dennis nearly growled, reaching for it ferally, as if he needed it like the cure for a venomous snake bite. Mac relinquished his grasp on it, and Dennis brought the butt to his lips in one swift movement. 

“Light?” he asked impatiently, and Mac returned to digging in his pockets until he produced a purple BIC lighter that had definitely seen better days. He leaned close to Dennis, flicking at the lighter until the flame ignited and cast a soft orange light across both of their faces. Mac cupped the flame with his palm, letting Dennis take a long, intimate drag while they stood practically nose to nose. Mac tried not to stare at the way Dennis’s lips curved around the end of the joint, elected instead to drink in the soft fluttering of his lashes against his bony cheeks. Abruptly, Dennis’s eyes snapped up as Mac leaned closer, and the shock of electricity that came with their eye contact caused Mac’s mouth to run dry. Dennis took the joint from his lips, erupting into a hearty coughing fit that stymied the previous moment of tension. “Fuck,” he choked out, “shit, dude, that was a big hit.” 

“Sorry,” Mac said half-heartedly, his eyes resting still on the redness of Dennis’s cheeks. “I mean, it wouldn’t be if you weren’t such a pussy…”

“Shut up!” Dennis passed the joint to Mac with ire in his voice, and Mac managed to take several drags in quick enough succession to elicit his own miniature coughing fit. Dennis smirked at him, and Mac’s face broke so easily into a compatible grin that he did it without even meaning to. 

“How many minutes do you think are left?” Mac asked.

Dennis grimaced as if, for a moment, he’d forgotten they weren’t alone. “Too many,” he sneered. “Give that back.”

They passed it back and forth in silence for what seemed like years. Dennis tried to ignore the fact that they were, despite their best protestations, sharing saliva. Mac looked to be deliberating something in his mind, and Dennis shuddered to think what it could be. After a moment lasting ten thousand years, Mac opened his mouth to speak. “Hey, Den, I wanted to talk to you about something –”

All at once, the alarm clock began to blare from outside, and Dennis’s hands jumped so violently from the noise that he lost his grip on the joint, letting it tumble down the front of his body until the lit end landed on the front of his pants, burning through the denim and causing Dennis to cry out.

“Oh, shit, dude –”

“Fuck!” Dennis shouted, jumping to his feet. “Oh my God, dude, I burned my dick –”

“You totally burned your dick,” Mac observed, dropping to his knees to root around on the ground for the missing joint. 

“Shit, fuck, goddamnit, get it off –” 

“Hang on, there’s burning ash still there, let me get it –”

Mac began frantically to brush the smoldering ash from Dennis’s crotch, but as his hands gripped the waistband of Dennis’s jeans to find footing in the dark, the bathroom door swung open and treated Tim Murphy and a gaggle of their other classmates to the sight of Mac knelt in front of Dennis, face inches from his crotch, with Mac latched onto his belt loops and brushing the front of his jeans in a decidedly unscrupulous way. Dennis and Mac froze in their respective positions, and Tim’s eyes grew wide as the moon.

“Oh my God, I fucking knew it!” came a voice, and Dennis’s eyes scanned the crowd immediately so he could put a face with the voice of the person he decided he was going to kill. The shrill voice was all too familiar as he connected the source of it to none other than Sweet Dee. “They’re gay, they’re totally gay!” She cackled, loud and obnoxious, as others joined. 

“NO!” Dennis cried. “No, no, no, this isn’t what it looks like –”

“Yeah, sure, Dennis!” Dee screeched back, as the cacophony of laughter and whispering grew behind her. “See, Tim, I totally told you they’d do some gay shit if you put them alone together –”

“I’m gonna kill you!” Dennis shouted, lurching forward and wrapping his hands around his sister’s throat. The laughter turned to screaming as their classmates scattered, and Dennis tackled Dee to the ground and planted himself firmly above her, squeezing. Mac attempted to pull him back, and Charlie appeared to aid in the fiasco, but the four of them soon became such a hectic tangle of limbs and shouting and curse words that the neighbors who called the police would later note in their statement they feared a murder was taking place. 

It was the first and last time any of them saw the inside of Tim Murphy’s house. 

[gsmatthews95]

Oz: a recap

The time has come. It has been ten months in waiting but it had to come. It is with a slight twinge of sadness but an overpowering sense of excitement and happiness that I am leaving Australia on my way to Singapore. Which  is actually pretty ideal because I have a nice long 9 hour layover. There are very few occasions I would describe a 9 hour layover as "ideal" but this is one of them. Such a cool city. So much to do and see. And, apparently, it isn't even too big. So I'm hoping I should be able to DO/COMPLETE Singapore in a nice six hour stint, tick it off my list, add another pin to the map and tell everyone about how I've now basically completed Asia. Sick eh?. A wee bit more background before I delve into the meat of this potentially juicy post which I think I will compare to a fat fillet steak by comparison to the rest of my posts that I would say are more like coles BBQ sausages, 24 for $8... good value but not much substance. A good reference I reckon. So I'm currently on my flight. It is maybe 9am Aussie time and I am awake, not that tired, with very little to do in this flight as I went for the lost budget option (still pretty expenny). You have to pay 11 bucks for films, Ye right. Go do one scoot airlines. Urgh, absolute scandal for a 7 hour flight. No worries however. Gives me ample time to write an absolute Goliath of a blog post. Okay seriously guys stop cheering. It's distracting me and my brain flow you have to pay for food and entertainment. Not good. However, the there are two upsides to this flight with nothing to do, firstly it allows me to blog blog blog and the other upside of this prehistoric flight comfort is that it gives me a chance to register to Stephen Hawkins "a  brief history of time", what a bangin audiobook. Well bloody confusing but I feel cleverer listening to it. Although in the last nine months I have forgotten the vast, vast majority of it. All the better it's like a new book. I'm now not that excited however about my connecting flight to Berlin. 14 hours. 13 hours of no films, just sleep, urgh lame. I may find some more wee audiobooks. I'll tell you what, I may get the game Of thrones ones. They'd be immense, especially as I'm now a proper game of thrones loser (read loser as legend/fanatic).

This is what I mean, I have so much time to ramble this piece is gonna drag. Oo I have an idea. As I didn't have this blog for the majority of the trip should I go back and wrote posts for them? Hmmmm, that does kinda defeat the point of the blog though. I don't think I'll do that. the other nagging question is whether I carry on the blog for the next 3 months as I galavant around Europe. I think I should. You're welcome guys. I love you all too. Also sick that I'm using my British passport to its full extent before we F off out of Europe as part of brexit. Wooo freedom of movement. Cosmopolitan ideals, something we should probs all strive for as much as possible. However, I do think we probs made the right decision leaving the EU as most people who have spoken to me about it will know. This post is not about my political views however. Otherwise it would not be called holidaying. Maybe something like #Jezza4PM would be a better name for it if I were to become a political blogger slash activist. But I digress.

So as many of you may have gauged from speaking to me, reading this blog or merely by observing my Facebook presence. I have had an immense time. Even though my article about the ups and downs of travelling may have seemed a bit depressing, I can safely say the last ten months, yes that ten months, a long time, have been smashing. I am currently conflicted, in poor stylistic technique I have embarked upon this post without a plan. And now I am at a crossroads. Do I continue chronologically or thematically? I think I will stay true to convincing writing styles and go thematically. Let's push the boat out he he. Ok ok ok so I'll start with my hostels. I believe I do want to talk about them a little bit first.  To start, I have been in lots. Off the top of my head in Sydney alone I was in 7 separate hostels. Many for a week as I was forced to move because of the price increase, my bed being sold, being chucked out etc. But 3 main ones. Firstly, hump. What to say about this place. A mad house, a good outside smoking area, a room that stays open all night and a lot of sound people who I've seen since leaving Sydney too. One jack gawthorpe, I've seen in four separate places (who's stalking who...). My month or so there was heavy. There was always something going on, I have very fond memories. Secondly, dury house. As described by James, my friend who I took there one night: "that was literally a crack den". Yes James, but it was our crack den. With the roof that never closed and the never ending session, there was always something going on, whether it be 11am on a Sunday morning or 4am on a Friday night. And again some belter people, who again I've seen down the east coast. Thirdly, finally, and ultimately we had the palms. What a place. What a time. November-December 2017. The palms glory days. Clean hostel, nice kitchen, comfy beds, sound people, like a giant sharehouse it had the intimate feel that you knew everyone but was big enough to still be lots of fun. The palms massive made my first xmas away from home so fun and so comforting. Never forget. Loved everyone there, except dan obvs, I hate dan. Everyone else though, I love you. And the hostel. I'll give a quick shout out to bev and micks in Melbourne. Small, intimate, cosy and friendly. Not that exciting or fun but enjoyable for my three weeks. Plus it was the cheapest place around. However, barossa backpackers. Dirty, smelly, small, tiny kitchen, leaky fridges, small room, had to pay for wifi and in the middle of nowhere. Pretty crap hostel tbh. But as I was there for some time, working with and living with everyone. I had an unreal time. Even working in a potato factory. So much fun cause you're constantly with you're mates and chilling, I won't forget those few months in barossa. The hostels down the east coast were nice. Big and nice but with my motivation waiting and the fact that I was staying at each place for a few days I didn't really form much of a bond with many of them. The hostel is key to your experience. Regardless how long you are in a place for but especially if it's for the long term. And overall I think I did well with a only a few mistakes.

Work. Ok so work never went quite as I'd hoped before I came out to Australia. Maybe I was naive, maybe I just wasn't made for call centres. My one regret actually was not going in to construction in Sydney, making lots of money, doing easy work and finishing at 3:30 each day. I then could have done it all over oz as I'd have had experience and wouldn't have had to do some of my crap jobs. We live and learn, one of my bigger regrets I'd say. No hassle though, all has worked out well and I haven't been too low on money. But yes call centres and cold calling, not the job for me. Neither as it turns out is face to face fundraising. What I have learnt though is that there is no worse job than those and I now have sympathy for those doing it, I have the knowledge that I will never work in a job like that again and it has now given me a great  appreciation of any job that isn't that. Which was one reason I think I enjoyed the potatoes so much. Mainly because it was so easy and so much less depressing than my other jobs. Everyone constantly complained, I just smiled and said it could be worse. People said the job would break me. It never did. Smashing job, smashing people, smashing time. The worst of all these jobs though was the charity fundraising, I knew it would be but I just wanted 2-3 weeks work and it paid well. I lasted 1 week. Never again. The best job. Easy. Grape picking and wine making. It was so sick. I got a lot of hours, lots of free wine and food and learnt to make wine in the sun. Dream job. I even have a wine named after me, I'm gonna get a case delivered home of the 2018 vintage GSM lol. But that's enough about work after all it is a work holiday visa.

This part will be harder to split up do I discuss  specific experiences? Or parts of the journey. Oo I have an idea. Animals. I have devoted a few pieces to various animals but I haven't spoken about all of them. There are two that I will leave out though as they deserve their own piece. Australia, famous for its diverse and unique wildlife and I think I've done well in seeing a lot of it. And I got selfies with lots of them. Firstly I have fed and patted wild kangaroos and wallabies. So cute, they love carrots btw, not apples so much. One of the wallabies even had a tiny Joey in its pouch. Too much for my heart. They're great I loved em both. Then came the quokka. As many of you may have seen by my  Valentine's Day post devoted to this one. They are like giant rodents. Although they're not giant, and they're actually cute. I dunno how to describe them actually just look at my photo, well adorable. I will now move on to the dangerous segment of the list of animals, cause, as we all know, that's what oz is most famous for. Firstly, the red back spider, v venomous. Hannah (friend not sister) almost died as she entered his layer/graveyard and only just escaped with her life. I have also seen three wild snakes, woohoo. That was a real target. The python in the kitchen and the two cuties slithering across the path in Lichfield national park and the twelve (4) apostles. Now. The personal favourite. The crocs. There have been lots of crocs, none completely in the wild without a tour guide sadly, but the jumping crocs were wild and were damn sick. I even have a croc tooth necklace (sorry axel, Brutus and dominator). The one animal conspicuous by its absence I haven't seen though, sadly, a shark. Waaaaa I should have gone shark cage diving, ah it was too expensive anyway. I think I'll carry on with my sea critters vibe now for a few more. Next was the manta. MANTA MANTA MANTA. I saw lots in Indonesia but another at whitsundays. So big, graceful and noble. I love them, as everyone does, they're god personified in an animal I reckon.  I would like to be a manta ray. Next up dolphins. Not many and both times I saw them from a cliff. Not overly exciting mainly because I have been spoilt in the past both in cornwall And in the SAN blas when they swam with our boat, so very nice. My final sea dweller. Whales. Lots of humpbacks as I said in my Fraser Island piece. They are awesome, so big and majestic and loving. I would also like to be a whale. Sue me. I saw lots of camels too, they're funny I like camels teehee and dingos, they're so cute, not scary. I would like to chat to a dingo and befriend him. I love dingos. I think however, my proudest find and subsequent selfie was with the koalas. We found 8 on magnetic island. One barely 8 foot away. Perfect for a selfie. And I snapped it yay. They're such chillers too, I love koalas. I love animals actually. I also miss Rolland, I love you too Rolland!!!

So as to stop myself writing another dissertation I may make this the final para. And I'm going to try and be concise. My favourite moments. I won't describe them much but merely mention them. There's a variety of reasons why a moment could have been so great. Maybe where I was, what I was doing, who I was with. Who knows? Maybe I just felt at peace and the world felt right for a moment. Deep. And I'm not talking about every moment I sat down with a full box of goon. Ok ok seriously. The hump boat party. Both 1 and 2. Unreal, a boat party in the Sydney harbour, beers, mates, opera house, swimming, tunes, I won't ever forget those two days. My first moment seeing the extent of the blue mountains at the end of the garden of the nbb Jill and Richard had so kindly rented for us. A little ten minute walk and you were on the edge of the crator with the blue trees stretching out, I reckon I spent a couple of hours just sat there over the three days, peaceful. Sash, pretty much every sash, but one in particular when I'm pretty sure everyone I knew in Sydney was there. It was sunny and we boogied. I was having so much fun several separate people came and asked me if I sold drugs cause I was so deliriously happy. Oo also the sash it rained that was unreal, dancing in the rain with the boys, never forget. Two more from Sydney. The beach party, amazing. One of the best, if not the best day of my life. Music and goon on the beach, swimming as the sun set over the harbour bridge, so wicked. And finally xmas day. Singing for the Aussie prime minister with a broken voice having lost it the night before was something I will NEVER ever forget especially as I have the video of it all ahahahaha. We move on to mine and Hannis road trip. My first thought. The pinnacles. The pinnacles were sick, so random just a load of pointy rocks in the ground. I doubt two people have ever been so excited in one place. So funny. Also actually hannah, all of our carpool karaokes. They made your company bearable. Completing the 8km hike in kalbari was also a good moment as it was 30+ degrees and we had about two litres of water between us, stupid English. But we did it, I'm proud. Finally hanni, 100% when we chilled with Roos in morriset park for hours after Jill and richard basically laughed us down for going, v funny. A good afternoon. Days of our lives festival. Awesome, what a send off from Sydney. Dury house you did yourselves and me proud, cheers for convincing me to go xoxoxo. The whole outback trip was awesome, if I picked a few moments though... I reckon the first proper big fire was a great moment, and sorting out the car light that we couldn't turn off meaning we didn't have to take the fuse out every time we stopped the car, sheer happiness. Also getting in to alice springs. This may seem weird but I cannot explain how touchy everyone was, we needed food, civilisation, electricity, a shower and some goon. We got all of the above and spirits were restored. Also the natural springs were amazing. So beautiful, completely free and refreshing. Darwin, croc diving, easy, it was unreal. Spotting the koalas on magnetic island obvs was memorable. I want to pick some moments from Fraser but it was all so fun. If I had to pick a few though, I'd say the horse racing on the second night united everyone, we were all so into it and the crumbed sausage obvs haha. I have missed things out but when I look back on oz these are the things I feel stand out as specific moments but like I've said before travelling isn't just about the moments (sorry Alina) but the whole experience, what you feel and who you meet.

What a holiday. I am content with my time in oz. if I came back I'd change things but I'm happy just the way they went. It's been sick. Stay posted I have one more oz piece before we move to EUROPE yahoooooooo. This piece has literally killed at least two hours of my flight maybe even three. I have been very engrossed aha. But back to mr hawking for me. G.