#escapeway

[lifetimeshipper]

No End In Sight

Chapter 17

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"How did you survive the attack and make it out of the city?"

The question settles in Arcee's processor as she looks at the mech before her. Since he told her his backstory she feels obliged to tell him hers. But can she trust him? She knows it's been many years and none of it would matter now, but it's something personal to her. But when she looks into his purple optics she can't help but feel calm as she starts to feel like she can trust him. She doesn't know what's going on but she suddenly starts talking, spilling everything like he's become her best friend.

"My sire got me out. He took me out of the house and we went through the streets, through the chaos of everything that was happening. We didn't stop until we reached the military training unit where he worked and trained soldiers."

"He was a soldier?"

"Yes, and a great one. He taught me how to fight and made me who I am today. He left me at the unit with a couple of his most trusted soldiers so I could get the special training I needed to become a warrior. They led me and other civilians to a secret tunnel that was an emergency escapeway in case the city was ever attacked. The tunnel led us outside the city and we fled."

"What happened to your sire?"

"He went to counter the Decepticons and I never saw him again. I lost both my sire and my carrier that night."

Soundwave's spark sunk at hearing that. It pains him greatly to know that he's the cause of the death of his future mate's sire and carrier. No wonder Arcee despises the Decepticons so much. He wants to tell her the truth but he just can't, even though he knows she's bound to find out later he can't tell her. He can't stand the thought of her hating him even more than what she already does, because then she'll never come to love him back.

So, to change the subject, he decides to ask about something he had been wondering about all these years, "Did the city really transform? I've heard stories of it from Decepticons that managed to survive but I found it hard to believe."

Arcee widened her optics in shock, she didn't think any Decepticons lived to tell about what happened. She still remembers driving away from the city and looking back in her rearview to see the city start to move. She watched as two servos extended out of the sides of the city and smashed into Decepticons flying overhead, making them crash into the ground. Other Decepticons fired upon it as it started transforming into a bot but the blasts did nothing, didn't affect it one bit.

"Yes. It's how we were able to stay off your radar. I had heard stories about the city we were living in being a transformer but I never really believed it until I saw it transform that night to fight off the Decepticons. It took them down with such ease."

"And you left such a safe haven?"

"No, we went where ever it did."

Soundwave reached up and wiped some black liquid from her optic that she didn't even know had escaped. She stared at him as he gently caressed her cheek, "Your sire did a great job. You're such a great fighter and the toughest femme I've ever met. As well as the prettiest."

Arcee stares into his optics as he moves closer to her face. She knows she should pull away from him but she can't, his optics are so alluring it's like they're sucking her in and she can't escape. His lips touch hers in a soft and gentle kiss, she tells herself that she really should be pulling away because he's a Decepticon and her enemy but she doesn't move. She starts kissing back then closes her optics as the kiss gets more passionate.

Soundwave moves Laserbeak back onto his chassis before he pulls Arcee closer to his body. He feels her arms snake around his neck and his spark jumps for joy. The love of his life is in his arms and returning his kiss. His spike starts to harden as it begins pressing against his interface panel. What he wouldn't give to be able to frag her right now. To just pound her into the dirt-covered ground they're sitting on. His servos glide over her back, making her shiver before they settle on her aft. He pulled her forward a bit more to where her interface panel was right over his.

The two break the kiss when they hear drilling coming from the other side of the rock. They look over to where the sound is coming from and Arcee gets up from Soundwave's lap, allowing him to get up off the ground. Arcee knew better than to hope for it to be her team because she knew only the Decepticons had drills. She can only hope that her team will manage to break through before them or just as they do, just in time to save her from being taken captive again.

Soundwave, on the other hand, was more than happy that it was his side and not the Autobots. Of course, he's a bit disappointed and irritated right now that they came just as things were happening between him and Arcee but at least he doesn't have to worry about being taken prisoner. He picks up his visor and puts it back on just as the Vehicon drills through the rock making a pathway to them.

Megatron goes through first with the Vehicons right behind him, "Soundwave, glad to see you're still alive and doing well. You too, Arcee. I can't afford to lose my greatest assets."

Arcee glares at him as her spark sinks. The Decepticons broke through and her team is nowhere to be seen. She tries to think of a way she can get out of this but there is none. Being trapped in a cave she has nowhere to go and no way to escape. She looks over at a rock pile when she hears some noises coming from the other side of it. When the rock pile is removed she can see two of her teammates.

Bulkhead and Bumblebee carefully remove the rocks out of the way to see Arcee standing next to Soundwave with Megatron and some Vehicons standing in front of them. Bulkhead and Bumblebee transform their servos into their weapons and point them at the 'Cons. "Give us Arcee and you won't get hurt," Bulkhead says as he looks at them menacingly.

Megatron laughs, "Do you seriously think you're a match for me? I can take you both out with a servo behind my back."

Arcee glances over at her teammates before she turns and throws a swift kick to Soundwave's side. But Soundwave predicted it and he caught her leg then swung her around to slam her into the rock wall next to them. Arcee fell to the ground as some Energon trickled down her mouth. She felt a bit... sparkbroken? She's sure she's feeling more than just physical pain. Is she seriously falling for this 'Con?

Soundwave starts to panic a bit when he sees the Energon coming out of her mouth. He didn't mean to slam her that hard. As Arcee begins to get back up his spark breaks as the realization hits him of what he must do next. I'm so sorry for this, my love. He sends his appendages towards her and shocks her to the point of unconsciousness.

Bulkhead and Bumblebee are busy fighting the Vehicons when they hear Arcee yell. They look over to see her unconscious and Soundwave picking her up. Adrenalin rushes through them as panic sets in at the thought of losing their teammate and good friend to the Decepticons once again. They kill off all the Vehicons then charge toward Megatron and Soundwave as a portal opens up. Bumblebee heads towards Soundwave as he heads for the portal with Arcee, but Megatron counters 'Bee and stops him by punching him in his side where the wound he received from Arcee is still healing. Bumblebee grabs at his side as he doubles over in pain and Bulkhead comes running past him with his servo transformed into his wrecking ball and aims at the warlord's face. But Megatron catches it and throws the mech with ease into the wall.

Cracks started forming in the rocks as the cave shook. Megatron smirks with triumph as he turns to run into the portal, getting back to his ship. Bulkhead got ready to charge the warlord again but stopped when he felt the shaking. He ran over to Bumblebee and pulled his arm, he practically dragged 'Bee along as they headed for safety. The two make it out of the cave before it completely collapses but barely, they had to dive out onto the ground just to keep from being crushed by the rocks. They felt grateful to still be alive and out of the cave but sparkbroken that they couldn't save Arcee. She's once again at the mercy of the Decepticons.

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Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[galerikatahonnurizza]

Can we take a walk for a while on an imagination street in the night cause the reality is sometimes so overwhelming, exhausting, boring, and confusing? Like an escapeway for the sake of keep surviving.

[sakuchiko]

It's Just a Story of us – Red Velvet

Character spoilers translations.

“Joy was always anxious” “she tried her best to smile on the outside but every day, she was afraid that the precious moments with her sisters would disappear. joy, who was afraid of facing reality and only saw the world with one eye recording the time the sisters spent together. the sisters in the viewfinder looked happy with any problems.”

“Yeri Ordinary&Bright (cheerful) Thanks to growing up with the love of my sisters, I was able to live my age even in the dark reality. I firmly believed and imagined that someday I would meet my loved ones like others and have a normal family.”

“Irene was silent. She did not show on the outside her mind/heart's unrest because she believed that her not falling apart was a way to protect her sisters. After becoming an adult, she could only fall asleep with the imagination of a fairy saving them. No one knew about this imagination.”

"Wendy was born with a cheerful personality. She used to have a fearless, free spirit, and be their energy in difficult situations. For the sisters, Wendy's presence was an escapeway to forget their pain, but after something happened, Wendy lost her laughter/smile as she became obsessed with excessive responsibility."

"Seulgi loved her sisters. She believed it was natural to promise the five of them would be together no matter what the situation, and that it was the only happiness. Whenever she would suddenly want to leave the house, she soothed herself with loud music and took the night watch while her sisters fell asleep."

All the IG captions, become a whole story.

[escapewaycamping-blog]

If you are going for night camping anytime soon, you should know the following safety tips regarding night camping. . For more details visit:- https://www.escapeway.in/safety-tips-for-night-camping/

[formerlydjhips0ngext]

3/3 The game Angie was playing... looks accurate to me. #digitalart #deviantart #angela #and #zen #webcomic #mspaint #originalcharacters #dreamgear #escapeway #cartoonstyle

[alittletasteofmint]

Escapeway

[rightwheretheyleftme]

A response to the “Athena is a victim blamer and hates women” crowd

The idea that Athena punishes victims of rape is very popular in today’s culture because of how famous Ovid’s retelling of the Medusa myth has gotten. It hurts me that people think that Athena hates assault victims because of 1 (one) story written by a man who hated authority figures and wanted to slander the gods.

Before Ovid’s Metamorphoses (which is part of Roman mythology, not Greek mythology fyi), all of the mythology regarding Medusa said that she was born a monster. She wasn’t a beautiful woman who was assaulted and no one transformed her. She was a sister of Echidna, a monster born from a family of monsters. Ovid’s tale of Medusa is a fictional story that has no basis on greek culture and that he wrote to push a political narrative. If you want to learn how Athena acted in actual greek mythology, here are some stories for you:

- When Ajax The Lesser raped Cassandra at a temple of Athena, Athena punished him and the greeks who failed to chastise him by sending a storm that sank their fleet. Ajax was shipwrecked and drowned, while his people, the (historical) Opuntians, were told by Apollo that to appease the goddess they would have to send maidens to the Trojan land for the next 1000 years, when the maidens arrived there they became priestesses of Athena.

- In Hyginus’ Fabulae, when the princess Nyctimene was found crying in the woods because her own father had raped her, Athena transformed her into her sacred owl and appointed her as her animal companion.

- In Ovid’s Metamorphoses (I’m only using this as a source to show how selective people are), Coroneis, princess of Phokis, was chased down by Poseidon. She cried out to Athena and the goddess transformed her into a crow to save her from the rape.

- For Hera’s sake, Athena IS a victim of attempted rape. In mythology, Hephaestus tried to force himself on her and she fought him off. The myth explicitly says that she felt disgusted by this.

Besides Ovid’s Metamorphoses Book 4, in every other myth about Athena and rape she is completely against it, protects the woman in danger and punishes the rapist.

Also, let’s talk about how in ancient times the cult of Athena was a escapeway for women. “The cult of Athena provided women in ancient Greece not only with a purpose outside the home and childbearing but a significant role in the life of the city. In the Athenian culture, which regularly suppressed feminine energy, even while celebrating it through their patron deity, Athena’s cult was an opportunity for women to express themselves, be recognized, and contribute to the religious and cultural life of the city.” (World History Encyclopedia, Joshua J. Mark)

In the Parthenon, a famous temple of Athena, there was a statue of Pandora, the first of womankind, where she was honored. (Pausanias, Description of Greece 1. 24. 5)

It’s worth noting that 99% of the sources that we have about ancient greece were written by aristocratic men, we have little to no idea of how women viewed and worshipped the gods. To sum it up, before y’all call Athena an anti-feminist, a rape enabler, or a victim blamer PLEASE read actual mythology and put some respect on Athena Axiopoenus (the avenger against injustice)’s name <3

[msha-official]

I'm planning on delving deeper into the mines of moria, good idea y/y?

Hello, Anon! I recently came from inspecting the Mines of Moria and can tell you that the mine is closed due to significant safety violations and will not be able to reopen until those issues are addressed. I have included a brief overview of some of the more significant violations that have caused us to come to this conclusion:

30 CFR § 48.5 - Training of new miners; minimum courses of instruction; hours of instruction. 

A significant number of miners were operating without the necessary 40 hours of training before beginning work duties.

30 CRF § 56.15002-56.15005 -  Personal Protection.

There was a severe lack of personal protective equipment including a lack of hard hats, protective footwear, eye protection, and safety belts and lines where there is danger of falling.

30 CFR § 57.17010 - Electric lamps.

Nowhere in Moria were electric lamps provided, nor was there sufficient alternative light source provided. All workers underground need to have individual light sources in order to make sure they are working safely.

 30 CFR § 57.11051 - Escape routes.

Two or more separate, and accessible escapeways are needed for all underground operations, and these escapeways need to be properly maintained and clearly marked. While there were two routes of escape from the mine, they were not easily accessible, clearly marked, or maintained.

The first escape route was blocked by a doorway not visible in daylight and locked by a puzzle in a language that most of the mine operators do not speak.

The second escape route was only accessible by a bridge barely wide enough for workers to cross in single file.

30 CFR § 57.11050 - Escapeways and refuges. 

In the event that an escapeway cannot be accessed within 1 hour of travel, sufficient refuge chambers must be provided within 30 minutes of any working areas.

As it takes a total of 3 days of travel to cross the mine workings, a significant number of refuge areas were needed. Management at Moria failed to provide a sufficient number of well-constructed refuge chambers that would provide sufficient protection against the hazards in the mine workings.

30 CFR § 50.10 - Immediate notification. 

The operator shall immediately contact MSHA at once without delay and within 15 minutes at the toll-free number, 1-800-746-1553, once the  operator knows or should know that an  accident has occurred involving: (a) A death of an individual at the mine; (b) An injury of an individual at the mine which has a reasonable potential to cause death; (c) An entrapment of an individual at the mine which has a reasonable potential to cause death; or (d) Any other accident.

MSHA was not notified within 15 minutes of the first death that occurred in the Mines of Moria, thus putting the operation in significant violation.

30 CFR § 57.11002 - Handrails and toeboards. 

The walkways in Moria were severely lacking in substantial construction, were poorly maintained, and lacked any handrails and toeboards.

30 CFR § 57.4161 - Use of fire underground. 

Fires shall not be lit underground, except for open-flame torches. Torches shall be attended at all times while lit.

Moria was found to be in significant violation of this standard by having an open pit directly to a hell plane, which unleashed its flames, entirely unchecked and unattended, into the mine workings.

I hope this helps you understand the severe safety violations that were present while the Mines of Moria were in operation.

I would strongly urge you to not enter the abandoned mine workings. Remember: Stay Out, Stay Alive. Exploring or playing at active and abandoned mine sites is dangerous, and potentially fatal.

[peachesandmilktea]

𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱'𝔰 ℭ𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢 - ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 3

ꜱʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Previous Chapter. - Next Chapter. Masterlist.

Shigaraki Tomura is King. Villains won, heroes are no more, and there isn’t a soul in the world that’s more powerful than him. It would have stayed that way, if only you hadn’t kissed him.

TW : Violence (burning), unrealistic use of technology (sorry).

You woke at 5 the next morning.

The sky was a wonder of pretty pink and orange colors, pastel nuances mixing with vivid ones, lazy rays of early morning sunlight pooling in the little room you’d be given in Shigaraki’s estate. The air smelled like fish and eggs with a slight hint of a sugary scent lying underneath the salty aroma.

Breakfast.

Listening intently to the sounds echoing throughout the building, you assumed no one else was up except for the one villain cooking what was probably miso soup, tamagoyaki and maybe sweets in the kitchen. Mr. Compress or Kurogiri, if you had to take a wild guess. Neither Shigaraki nor Dabi or even Toga seemed like the type to make cute little dishes for all their companions; it felt weird even picturing it, and the mere thought made you wince.

In any case, you’d be long gone before anyone decided to come knock on your door.

Which was locked, of course.

You’d tried breaking the handle the previous night, right after dinner. You’d thrown yourself against the door, had attempted to completely destroy the knob using the leg of a chair you’d previously torn into pieces by hitting it against the wall as hard as you could, and then, seeing none of it worked, you’d finally relented, sliding into a sitting position against the indestructible door and fell asleep there, arms crossed in frustration against your chest.

The next natural step was the window, of course.

And it would probably be the exact type of escapeway no one was expecting you to take.

After all, your room was on the 5th floor.

But you’d never been afraid of heights, and you’d seen enough movies to know that tying up the sheets of your bed into some kind of makeup rope would allow you to reach, if not the ground, a reasonable height that shouldn’t injure you too much if you fell from it. Thankfully, because apparently even the villains knew that jumping from the 5th floor amounted to suicide, the window was unlocked.

Torn-up sheets in hand, down you went.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?”

Dabi’s voice coming from below made you startle.

And lose your grip.

And tumble down two floors into a koi pond.

You hissed in pain as soon as you hit the ground, freezing water making its way into your clothing, prickling your skin with its icy coldness. A fish brushed against your leg as it made its way as away from you as possible, and you immediately stood in the pond, slightly disgusted by the experience.

It wasn’t exactly how you had pictured your swift escape.

Water dripped from your clothing, from your hair, from every single inch of your soaked body. And the scream you’d let out as you’d fallen from the second floor into the pond was sure to have been loud enough to wake everyone else in this god-forsaken villain’s lair.

As if Dabi wasn’t enough of a problem.

“Just taking a little morning swim, as you can see,” you let out, wrinkling the fabric of your dress to rid it of the unwanted water dripping from it. You almost slipped as you took a step out of the pond, but the fire-user made no move to help you get back on your feet.

Instead, he looked at you as if you were the most stupid person he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Lucky you’re here. I have a few questions to ask,” he drawled out, voice low and deep, mocking smirk pulling at his lips. “About the resistance. You do know something, do you?”

You shrugged.

“Never heard of it.”

Turning your back to him, you made to get away as swiftly and quickly as possible but he stopped you before you could take a single step, catching your wrist in a menacing grip right below the scar you bore on your arm.

“Nah, I don’t think so. See, I might not be allowed to kill you, but I sure have many means to make you talk.”

His fingers heatened against your skin, threatening but not hurting.

Yet.

“That warping device you had,” he said, detaching each word as if he was convinced you were too dumb to understand. “That black-haired hero bitch made it, right? And she’s probably the one who hacked everything too. Shouldn’t have been too difficult for her to create a device to get into our communication system. Tell me where she is.”

Yaoyorozu Momo.

As if you’d sell anyone out like that.

“You got it all wrong,” you smiled, your expression as mockingly smug as you could make it. “I’m the one who made the warping device. All on my own. And I hacked into your system. On my own, too. I guess you could say I’m kind of a lone wolf.”

You yelped in pain when his fingers seared through your skin, filling the air with the smell of burning flesh. That was sure to leave another mark, maybe even worse than the one bearing part of Shigaraki’s name.

“Say that again?” he teased, seemingly satisfied by the sight of the tears that started pooling in your eyes.

“Wait, no, no, wait!” you pleaded.

He thankfully relented, his hands now only softly warm.

You took the opportunity to shift your wrist in his grip, making it so that his deadly fingers were covering the character cut into your skin.

“Now, I’m not going to tell you anything, but if you want to burn me again, do it here,” you explained. “Win-win situation, friend.”

His grip tightened and you were quite sure that the words Stupid Bitch slipped from his mismatched lips, but then he was letting go of your wrist, his gaze raising above your shoulder towards Kurogiri’s smoky form as the man approached you both.

“Ah, Miss. I’d been looking for you.”

He eyed you for a second, taking in your soaked form, ruined dress that was dripping pond water, messy hair and burned wrist, all while Dabi left without another word, glaring at you one last time before he disappeared inside the building.

Good riddance.

“You’d like to change, I presume?” Kurogiri said and for once, you did have to agree.

You still weren’t going to make this easy, but, well.

“And I’m guessing you’re going to suggest that I go back to my room for that?” you asked, tone sour.

But as soon as the words were out of your mouth you were already back there, with the broken chair and the torn bed sheets and the scratched door.

Right, the warping quirk. Fair enough.

“Since you are to stay with us until Shigaraki Tomura gets better, please tell me if there is anything I can do to make your time here more pleasant.” He held out a pen and a sheet of paper, gently shoving them in your hands. “Here, if you would be so kind as to write a list of whatever you need.”

You blinked, surprised by his generosity.

That was perfect.

You quickly scribbled a few words on the paper, biting your lips as the ink flew on the page, words piling after another, filling the white space with dark and messy calligraphy. Kurogiri patiently waited until your pen clicked shut, accepting the list like an offering when you slipped it into his hands.

His golden eyes darted from one word to another, studying each one of your demands with silent attention. Once he was done, he raised his gaze to yours and, despite the fact that he wore no expression on his cloud-like face, you had a feeling that he’d cock an eyebrow if he could.

“A plasma TV?”

“I don’t want to miss Dancing with the Stars.”

“Paperclips, washi tape, stickers, scissors, colored sheets, highlighters and a notebook?”

“I’m going to scrapbook a captivity journal. ‘My life as a villain’s prisoner’, that kind of stuff.”

“A Nintendo DSi with the game Nintendogs?”

“If your leader wasn’t so insufferable maybe I wouldn’t need to pet virtual dogs to calm my nerves down.”

He marked a pause, as if he wanted to reply something, but nodded instead.

“Very well. I shall get all of these to you as quickly as possible.”

And he did, bringing every single one of your demands to your room in the early afternoon and leaving without a word. The Plasma TV was a new one, still in its box, shiny blue cardboard tearing under your fingers when you hastily opened it, eager to get your hands on the first piece of electronics available to you since you’d broken the warping device.

The Nintendo DS, on the other hand, was old.

It smelled like dust as if it had been left in a closet, forgotten, for a decade at least. The buttons had almost lost their colors and there were little marks where the paint had faded away in the form of what you could guess were fingerprints. Whoever had been the owner of the game device, they’d used it a lot. You wondered for a second if Kurogiri had gotten it from a second-hand store ; it was true that the Nintendo DS was an old model, after all.

An Eraserhead sticker adorned the back of the screen.

Cute.

But it was time to get to work.

Using the scissors you’d gotten with the scrapbooking kit as a turnscrew, you opened the back of the Plasma TV, tearing a few of the wires, tying them together with the washi tape and paperclips. It took a while to truly place them as you wanted and then to do the same with the Nintendo DS, but, soon enough, you pushed the switch button, and the screen lit up.

A few seconds later, Kirishima’s face appeared, a blinding smile pulling at his lips.

“I knew it!” He sang, relief apparent in his voice. “I knew you weren’t dead. Bakugo wasn’t so sure.”

You cocked an eyebrow. That was exactly why you’d called Kirishima instead. You weren’t exactly eager to get a scolding for your carelessness regarding the unfolding of the mission. Despite its flaws, it had been a success, after all.

“Also knew you’d contact us soon enough. You’re not our genius hacker for nothing, after all.”

You smiled, the kind of smile you’d let pull at your lips whenever someone mentioned your pedigree - best student in UA’s support course’s history turned hacker. Your pride and joy. Bakugo could never.

“Yeah, they’re keeping me here because Shigaraki’s still hoping he’ll find a way out of the curse. I tried to escape this morning, failed, and now I’m thinking I might stay. They’re convinced that Yaomomo is the hacker, so I could use this opportunity and get into their system from the inside, see what they’re up to and if I can fuck up their plans before they try anything.”

It was also difficult to escape without a warping device and you didn’t have the means to make a new one. Some of the materials needed would surely raise suspicions, unlike a simple Nintendo DS, a scrapbooking kit and a Plasma TV.

“It would also get me front row seats to Shigaraki’s demise so, you know, not complaining,” you finished, and the little chuckle that slipped from your lips sounded fake even to your ears.

“Are you sure you’re okay with staying there?” Kirishima asked, and there was a hint of worry pulling at his voice as the words fell from his lips, almost a whisper.

And you knew what he meant.

It wasn’t about Shigaraki this time, it was about you.

The King of Villains hadn’t been your first kiss, hadn’t been the first victim of your curse. There had been someone else before, that boyfriend of yours with his sweet smile and gentle hands, that kind boy who you’d thought you could kiss because you’d been convinced you were quirkless at the time. The one you’d kissed on a whim, without enough love in your heart to spare him the blood, the pain, the agony.

You remembered it all. The complete powerlessness. The guilt. The nights spent crying in Kirishima’s dorm room, the redhead gently stroking your shoulder as he kept repeating this isn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known.

And now that that sweet boyfriend of yours was dead, you saw his ghost in Shigaraki.

They were nothing alike. Where your boyfriend had been kind and gentle, Shigaraki was made of sharp edges and hate made flesh, a monster of a man who had killed more people than you could even count. His hands were as murderous as his tongue, his clever mind just a bit too witty for you to claim your victory before his heart stopped beating. He was too damn smart, too resourceful, and there wasn’t any guarantee that he wouldn’t find some kind of loophole in your curse.

So, yes, you had to stay. If only to make sure he was dead and gone.

But each sight of his suffering reminded you of your own. Every second he spent tortured by your curse brought back memories you wished you could forget and sometimes, it even felt as if you had to go through the nightmare again, even if it had been your own choice this time.

Drops of blood slipping from parted lips, trembling fingers unable to reach for anything but for death, devastating coughs that ended in pure agony. Everything else was different, but no matter who the victim was, your curse stayed the same.

Deadly as poison.

“Yeah, totally fine,” you smiled, waving at Kirishima as if to shake the silly idea away. “I’d need more than that to be defeated, you know. I’m the wicked enchantress of this story, after all.”

Still, you weren’t the villain.

Shigaraki held that role, and you’d take him down, one step at the time.

After all, he studied you, looking for weaknesses, but two could play that game.

Now, you just had to make sure you’d be the one to win.

--

It had been a sleepless night.

And a sleepless day, too. No matter how long Shigaraki tried to rest, barely able to stand on his own trembling, weak legs, the sickness didn’t go away. He knew it wouldn’t ; not until he found a way to beat the witch at her own game, to snatch the victory right from her hands, to watch as she fell to her knees and begged for his forgiveness once he defeated her once and for all.

Maybe she wouldn’t even grant him the pleasure. Maybe she’d die without a word or simply letting another useless insult roll on her tongue, last stupid syllables slipping through her soft lips right as he decayed her in a mess of blood, gore and dust.

Her soft lips.

The thought made him pause.

As true as it was, the memory still tasted bitter on his tongue. He’d felt them, those goddamn soft lips, brushing against his own as he held the witch in his arms as if afraid she’d break in a thousand pieces if he let her crash on the ground. She’d seemed so weak then, so frail in his hold, light as a butterfly that had fallen into the palms of his murderous hands to die there. If he hadn’t been careful, if he had moved just a bit, letting all of his fingers kiss the skin of her thighs and hips, she’d have let out her last breath against his lips, sealing his fate along with hers.

But it had been his first kiss.

He had never really thought about it, never really considered the feeling of someone else’s lips against his, never craved for a woman’s touch as much as he did when the witch stole that cursed kiss. Because it hadn’t felt like a curse at the time, concealed doom that it was, hellish agony hidden beneath the pretense of a loving blessing.

It had been tender, it had been gentle, it had been kind. Something soft, something nice, something that had made comfortable warmth pool in his chest, drowning every rational thought of caution in his confused mind. It was as if she’d held him prisoner in her embrace when she cradled his face between her gentle palms, as if he’d been made captive by the confident look in her eyes when she’d just leaned in and he’d let her kiss him, pulling him along with her towards certain death.

And now, both of them stepped on the boundary between this world and the other.

They were two lost souls on death row, for she’d kill him if she had her way and he’d surely return the favor before he let her eat his heart whole like the damn witch that she was. And yet, at the same time, the only reason hers was still beating was because he allowed it to, just like his life would slip through his fingers if he changed his mind and killed her for her audacity.

They were both each other’s doom and salvation.

What a fucking charade.

Yet, he started feeling a bit better in the middle of the afternoon, when thin sun rays pooled through his closed curtains like melted gold in the darkness of his room. If the suffering was still there, always, Shigaraki was however able to stand and even take a few steps on steadier legs. His mind wasn’t as clouded as before, his thoughts not as messy as they’d been all morning, during the witch’s escape attempt as Kurogiri had reported sometime before lunch.

Do whatever. Make her happy, he’d told the smoke-like villain in between two coughing fits staining the palms of his hands crimson with blood.

And he didn’t know what had done it, whether it was the intention, the stuff she’d asked for or even whatever the hell she’d done with it, but somehow, the curse felt lighter on his shoulders, and he suspected it would stay that way as long as she focused on anything but her hatred for him.

Her happiness was his medicine, no matter how much he longed to strangle her.

He let out a deep, long sigh.

It was now a game of who would fall first, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be him.

Wiping the blood off his hands, Shigaraki made his way to the witch's room, a sickening, bitter sweetness lingering still on his tongue.

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Tipjar!

I am having so much fun writing this fic ahhhh this is not my best chapter but I really hope it’s still good enough!! I have A LOT planned for this story with many many plot twists, I can’t wait ❤️

Please tell me your opinion!! 💕 It means the world to me!

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Janus: Lucky for me, I have an escapeway already planned!

Remus, standing in the doorway to the basement, which leads to an underground tunnel outside of the house: Heya, Jan, is it time to disappear?

Janus, whispering: Don’t blow my cover!

[theidiotlibrarian]

Um, hello! I was wondering if I could make a request involving a person who wishes he could change the way he met the love of his life and make sure that they fall in love with him instead of someone else? Maybe even a bit yandere-ish or something? Whatever you like. Thanks!!

I would recommend visiting the Romance and Time Displacement isles out on the fourth balcony, there are a few tales I have grown particularly fond of. I believe this may prove a worthy read. Remember to return any stories you may check out to their respective shelves after you're satisfied.

The Deja-Valentine

The husk of the alleyway was consumed by a great clamour and crackle of light. The leaves once unturned flew across the fire escape, and out into the midnight lane. Through a cloud of chaos and tune, a lost soul sat against the black metal bars, making them his prison. This man of strange was no fool to his situation, and yet, he was at a complete loss of what to do next.

“Did I . . . do it?”

he whispered into the settling air,

“Please God let this be the right place . . . !”

The sudden shift of his weight as he stood up upon the third floor escapeway upset the neglected metal beams, and the balcony beneath him broke, leading him to fall on a conveniently-placed stack of tattered spring mattresses just below.

I remember this,

he thought to himself,

I sat up there for three hours, feeling sorry for myself. I really should’ve remembered what the landlord told me about the fire escape needing maintenance.

Then it came to him, he realized again the burning regret that led him to where he was now. He had to tell her.

“Ok ok ok, damn was it always this freezing? . . . Where are my keys?!”

He scoured his coat pockets and sleeves, shaking them, but no jingle could be heard. A ponder rose to him: the possibility that they were still tucked somewhere in a cardboard box back in 1984 spoke volumes of his haste. ‘Well, hopefully she’s as quick as she was before. I missed her at the station once, I’m not doing it again.’

A few hours passed, and as he sat under the streetlight, his hopes froze through him. The 10 o’clock to New York was 3 minutes past, and within it, escaped the future he hoped to change. A soft touch brushed his collar. He reached into his pocket as he expected a knife to meet his chest as he turned around. What caught his gaze was the one true beauty that any man could hope for. As it turned out, she came back for him too.

[headoverjojo]

Is it cool if I ask for hcs of the Bucci Gang witnessing their new male member who is a shy stuttering mess go berserk and wiping out a rival gang in a fight by themselves? The new member takes on a whole wild and deadly persona when pressured in battle. You don't have to write this if it's too confusing.

Hello!! Oh it is more than cool :3 so here we go! I hope it’s enough to meet your expectations! Also I apologise if there are mistakes here and there, I’m more sleepy than I should be and I’ve not checked, oof- and so, dying like men, here we go!

Bruno’s gang with a new member who is really shy but goes berserk when pressured in battle

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

It was Bruno the one who recruited G/N, seeing a great potential under his shyness. Also, the fact that G/N had the guts to face Polpo and his test showed Bruno that the boy could make it! It wasn’t the best of works, of course, but… he didn’t have anyone. He was alone in this world and Bruno didn’t want him to fade like a candle. And who knew… maybe, after some work together, he would have managed to live out of the organization! At least, Bruno hoped this, for him…

Life in the gang wasn’t easy, of course. Aside of the light teasings of the group, which, however, never went too far, missions were a daily thing to deal with. Bruno was a bit worried, he had to admit it; the new recruit seemed so shy and timid…. would have he managed to end a mission? Bruno had to be sure he was ready, so, for the first missions, he went with him. It all seemed to go as it should, smoothly and fine, until a time when they found themselves in heavy disadvantage. They couldn’t clear the area alone…

This is when G/N snapped. Literally. Bruno clearly saw his eyes darkening and his expression grow serious, even… even dangerous. And then, before he could ask him what was wrong, he striked. Bruno had never seen something like that: with a deadly precision, he took down a whole enemy platoon without even sweating. In five minutes, all of them were on the ground, dead. Bruno was shocked; how was that possible…? However, when he came back to his senses, Bruno was fast to take him away from the scene. It had been… even amazing, yes… but he didn’t want G/N to see what he had done and maybe to feel guilty. Bruno knew it for sure: he would have done everything he could to prevent it from happening again.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio had many, many doubts about G/N’s entrance in the gang. He had studied him with sharp eyes, valuing if he would have been useful to the team. Seeing how he behaved, how shy and almost fearful he was, Abbacchio couldn’t help but to think that maybe he wasn’t good for the team and the organization in general. Too soft, too shy… he wouldn’t have lasted a day on a mission. And that was why Abbacchio, even if a bit unconsciously, always had an eye on him, to be sure their new member was fine.

Abbacchio even kept the others far from teasing him too much. He knew they, sometimes, were a bit too much -hell, he too was, sometimes-, but he didn’t think he was ready to handle the team’s teasings. Abbacchio also gave him advice, in his harsh and snappy way, of course, but his advice saved G/N’s life more than once. Also, he always insisted to go on missions with him, to keep an eye on him; to be sure he wasn’t going to mess up, he always said, but everyone knew that he just wanted to be sure he was safe, like a sort of mama bear with her cub.

Luckily, missions always went well. They always were a quick thing: they came, they grabbed the information they needed, they fled. This worked well until the day when they had to face not one or two guards, as usual, but an entire enemy gang. Their enemies weren’t even looking at G/N; their goal was to kill Abbacchio, Moody Blues’ user, and to shut his mouth forever. However, this was an incredible mistake; finding himself pressured and without any escapeway, G/N shifted completely. He launched himself, with a cold and raging determination, and he snapped everyone’s neck like it was nothing, without being wounded even once. When he was done, he couldn’t believe it. He did this all…? Abbacchio too was shocked. What the hell…? He didn’t stop to think too much about it: he grabbed him and just ran the hell away from there. He never talked again about it, but now he was even more protective: he didn’t want more blood on their hands.

Guido Mista

Mista takes his time to study the new member and how he behaves. He’s kinda shy, reserved… he doesn’t know if he would stay long in the team, to be honest, in Passione in general. He personally knows certain people in the organization who would tear him apart in tiny pieces without a second thought; all in all, G/N has been lucky to end up in their gang, where they all, more or less, are all pretty reliable guys… still, this doesn’t mean he’ll leave him alone just because he’s shy and such. Every new member must have a chance to enter in their family!

And so, Mista approaches them in his usual way: starting one of his weird convos, mostly about food -food brings near people, he always says-, but he doesn’t expect him to actually get invested into the conversation! Usually the others are too weirded out by his reasonings… he, instead, seems interested! That’s something new! Maybe he has found the Great Friend he always missed? He hopes so! And, not to even risk to lose him, he always go on mission with him. He’s a veteran and his stand allows both of them to stay far from the action, but this doesn’t work every time…

As, for example, that time. Mista thought to have taken down all the targets, but no; as soon as he and G/N peeked from their hiding spot, they were ambushed. Mista was out of bullets and he wouldn’t have never reloaded in time; they were done. Maybe not; G/N, seeing himself and Mista circled by enemies, seemed to lose his mind. He charged, with a strength that Mista had never seen, and one by one he took down every single opponent, just with the raw strength of his hands. When he was done, they were now circled by corpses. Even before he came back to his senses, Mista picked him up and carried him away from that massacre, not to let him see. He too, even with all the experience in Passione, was a bit shocked��� and he was also shocked by G/N’s ability. What was that…? He wasn’t, however, scared: he had the feeling that he wouldn’t have ever attacked a friend, and this was fine with him. Still, he promised to be more careful: he didn’t want them to go berserk again due to a stupid mistake like that time!

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia doesn’t have qualms in saying he doesn’t think the new member is quite right for the gang. He doesn’t say it to be mean: in fact, he’s worried both about his team and the new member himself. Being so shy and, so, probably weak, he’d be a nuisance for the team; at the same time, he would have risked his life more than usual. He really didn’t know… at the same time, however, it was the chance to have a new friend! So, he took on himself the role of G/N’s mentor, to the other’s utter horror -aside from Bruno: he actually thought it would have been the chance, for Narancia, to grow for real!-.

Narancia, even if he’s a bit -a lot- impetuous, is amiable and easy to talk to. G/N, after the first times, would surely find in Narancia a good and supportive friend! Narancia would always reach out for him, to drag him to do funny, and often dangerous too, things, to explore the city, to see movies… with Narancia, he’d never feel alone or left in a corner! Narancia, also, would insist to be his partner in missions; even if he’s young, Narancia has been in the gang for long time, so he knows how to move around, and his stand is perfect both to defend, attack and prevent. He has no doubts: he is the best choice!

Their missions go smoothly. Bruno doesn’t give them anything too complicate or dangerous, and, slowly, G/N starts to gain confidence, seeing that he’s doing well! However, one terrible day, not even Aerosmith is enough to prevent the ambush. They are hopelessly surrounded by enemies, too many to take down… but, right when Narancia is ready to just fight till his last breath, G/N strikes, with a strength and a fury Narancia has never seen, and one by one he takes down the enemies. Narancia is just baffled. What the hell?! When everyone’s down, he immediately checks the area to be sure no one’s around, then he picks up G/N and carries him away. Once they’re at the HQ, he’d just go nuts about it! That was amazing! What an incredible power!! He almost envies him!! However, if he sees that G/N is not enthusiast about it, Narancia would tone down, even if he’d still fangirl inside.

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo knows that if someone is in Passione, is because they have nothing left to lose. Criminal life is the last shore; he wouldn’t judge G/N, as he knows that he’s with them because he has nowhere else to go. He’d be welcoming, trying to help him to get familiarized with the gang and his new life. When he’s not angry, Fugo is a pretty amiable person, he sincerely tries to be friendly and helpful, and this helps G/N a lot to become part of the family!

He takes him under his wing a bit like he did for Narancia, explaining how things work and trying to keep him far from the most gruesome events, being, in fact, a sort of big brother figure. He also goes with him on missions, even if those are never missions where they have to fight enemies; Fugo still doesn’t trust himself enough to use Purple Haze in battle and he’s better at talking to allies and at negotiating, so Bruno always sends him on this kind of mission, with G/N as backup. Everything was fine, at least until that time…

The time when their “allies” betrayed them, turning against the two boys, and threatening their life. Fugo was quick in analyzing the situation: they wouldn’t have made it. Their enemies were too many, and… and maybe he would have been able to open a way using Purple Haze, but risking to poison also G/N… it had to be another way! And that other way was G/N himself: Fugo could sense the shift in him, right before he shot forward, hitting and beating like crazy, in a sloppy, violent and totally berserk-like way. He didn’t stop until the last of the traitors was laying on the ground; just then he snapped back. Fugo grabbed his wrist and dragged him away, to avoid any unwanted attention, and, at the HQ, he just said that those allies weren’t allies anymore and not a problem, also, anymore. He kept G/N’s secret: it wasn’t his duty to talk about it to the others.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno himself knows how hard it is to integrate into a new gang and the struggle to get over the innate suspicion and “period of trial” of the rest of the boys. He can sympathize with the new member, even more when he sees that, unlike Giorno, G/N is shy and timid; he can’t even start to imagine how hard it can be to be thrown into a life like theirs while not being suited for it! But, if he’s with them, it means he has nowhere else to go… And Giorno is not a person who leaves a teammate without helping them. He’s going, so, to do his best to make his life at least a little easier!

For a shy person, Giorno is the ideal person to have near. He seems to emanate a calm and reassuring aura, and his confidence and determination is able to give a sense of safety; he knows what he’s doing and he’s not reckless like Narancia or Mista, nor he loses his patience fast like Fugo, so G/N can at the same time feel guided and safe to make a mistake, from time to time. So, Giorno is the ideal partner for missions, as he’s quick to think even under pressure when their plan A and B are just being blown. Giorno has been G/N’s rock; but even rocks can crumble…

And it happened. One day, not even Giorno could think about another plan, didn’t know how to drag them out of that situation. They were surrounded by too many enemies and he didn’t have a plan. He didn’t know how to save them… and G/N read it in his eyes. He knew that Giorno didn’t know, that time, how to same them. They were going to die… or maybe not? Giorno turned around to tell him to run away; at least one of them could survive! But he saw G/N’s eyes dark, filled with fury, and then he dashed forward, with an unnatural speed and strength, and took care of all their enemies. Suddenly, a deadly situation completely turned in their favor; when Giorno saw G/N coming back to his senses, he dragged him away, to avoid the police and more eventual enemies. Giorno was baffled; what was that? G/N’s stand? Or something else? He doesn’t have answers, but surely he’s grateful: he has saved both their lives!

[mvssive]

metonymy

let’s begin again – intracultural. rephrase the last question for the sake of going on.

a kind of white magic, the peace cropping up here. I make a circle,  round a building at the border,   hold out both arms. the custom. cover the bread – immutable, folded-over recipe – with clean cloth.

your long hair, little sister. I let you be my symbol for faith in rehearsal. never still. ground upturned. a flurry  of white and deep brown in the horse- chestnuts. rows of them – saved before the war by the regional arborists.   one gust through the inner grove. when I say wind-breaker, you picture a heavy sword. when I say north-west, you think of Odessa. I’d rather not  break these literal spells, the way

you align photos of equivalent  edges. dark sleeve, designer bag,  cocktail glass, curled-up cat. sky of immeasurable mist. disposable day.  

when we slow to a crawl  along the American river, we don’t imagine it as pure  or polluted, not thorn-heavy or concrete – don’t need the escapeway.

[escapewaycamping-blog]

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[kombatlink]

Sign Up For Your Favorite Online Game Tournament

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4.      Once you have spotted the tournament you would like to register, click on the “Details” option. From there you can find all relevant information regarding the event including the maximum limit of participants, time, and the date at which registration closes. Be sure to enroll before the deadline.  

5.      It is possible that you may have some genuine questions in your mind. For that, you can contact the tourney maker (organizer) via the email address or the discord link provided.

Choosing Game Type

Game tournaments can be classified on many bases into different categories. There are online and live tournaments as well as main events or normal event types. Games that have more than one tournament are termed as main while single-level tournaments are all classified as Normal.

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2 Apex Legends

3 Clash Royale

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