#horrible no good vile freaks

[v3nusxsky]

Hey how you doing mars! ✌🏼I got a ask that I hope you do. This ask is not smut, but it is a little bit of angst and fluff!

Basically Larissa is married to reader (reader’s pregnant) and there sleeping on their bed when Larissa wakes up sweating and tears streaming down her face. Then she look beside to check if reader is safe and sound (they sleep with a little light) and when she sees reader is sleeping beside her peacefully she signs in relief. Larissa then cuddles into her wife’s back and begins to gently touch reader’s baby bump tenderly waking reader up. Reader asks her what’s wrong and Larissa buried her face in reader’s neck and tells her she had a horrible nightmare; in her nightmare reader was driving to her home when she got into a horrible car accident, which they called Larissa in her work to tell her the news and Larissa desperately drives to the sight when they tell the horrible news that her wife and unborn baby died on impact and that she was alone now. Larissa basically blabbers in tear her horrible dream and reader turns around in her arms and hugs Larissa and Larissa hugs her back with all her might as reader calms her down. From there you can write anything you want just please can you do a happy and fluffy ending with reader, Larissa and there unborn baby girl.

Lost in the dark forest

*Authors note~ part 3 for you are my world🩵 to answer, in fine darling, sorry this took so long. Also guys I have more brain children that could be a series’s for Lenora and Larissa 🫣 or just one let me know what you want to see*

Trigger warnings~hurt and comfort! Nightmares panic attacks car crash mother and unborn child death. Angsty but will be fluffy at the end. Larissa being a bit of a dick in her nightmare ngl

Prompt~ see ask^^^^*

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“You’re reckless. You don’t put our child first, and yet you put her first. What’s she got that’s more than our family!” The principal practically bellows at you as you’re haphazardly throwing some essentials in a bag. “It’s not what it looks like Larissa!” You practically snarled back, knowing her past it’s not hard to understand why her brain has concocted these wild accusations but hormones and hurt feelings aren’t a good mix. “Oh! Do tell me then dear” her tone harshly spitting the term of endearment at you, “it’s not like that, you would never do that. I’m the only one for you? No, more like you got bored of the freak principal and think that Adeline can be your saviour. That’s my baby too growing there, I made love to you and created that beautiful life not her, so I’ll be damned if I let you throw it away to act like a common whore for her!”

Ouch. Tears immediately spilled down your cheeks like mini waterfalls. Larissa and yourself have had disagreements, hell what couple doesn’t, but never have you heard such vile words thrown in your direction by her. Loving Larissa is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever had the pleasure to do. Never, even when your stubbornness takes over, even when you feel suffocated by her protective nature did things ever spiral to this. Adeline had merely been helping you find the right flowers and colour scheme to reveal your baby’s name. That’s all. Adeline, was informing you of her latest date, one that seemed promising. In your happiness for your friend you scooped her into a hug as you wished her and Nora the best for the future. Plans to meet her being set for after you were no longer pregnant. Seeing that awoke deep fears within your blonde lover and now this was the result.

“Let me go Larissa” you demanded, choking back sobs as you made your way to the door. “Thats right, run away, straight to her no doubt” she sneered not even bothering to watch as you left to your car. Her office becoming her cage as fear spilled from every pore in her body, anger seeping out and forcing her limbs to move. Not a care in the world for what was destroyed in this process. What does it matter? Her hearts shattered, gone, blackened and broken. Self loathing kicks in as her anger fades into the abyss.

For hours now, you’ve been gone, regret, guilt, disgust and shame clouding the woman you once knew. Nothing would pull her from this dark place. Her mind being a forest of thrones that she’s forced to walk through, powerless as the thorns shred her pale skin. Crimson streams flow down her now opened skin as she tried to fight her darkness. Larissa should’ve known that the more she’d struggle the worse this would be. The more she would fight the tighter the thorns would dig into her sensitive body, her body now matching her heart.

But that’s when she got the call. Sheriff Galpin informing her of something, while her ears rang. You, car, hospital, blood and your baby. “Principal Weems?, are you there?” His gruff voice seemed to bring her back to reality. This morning she had everything she’d ever wanted and now she’d face losing you both. “Hospital?” Her monotone word seemed to weight her down as multiple possibilities ran through her mind. She’d fucked up. And now everything was gone? Well could be gone. She needed to see you, so that’s what she’d do.

Hanging up on the sheriff, jumping into her car with tears blurring her sight as she made the journey to Jericho Hospital. Red lights didn’t matter, to her they are all green now, the cars beeping got an undignified middle finger flipped in their direction. Nothing would stop her from getting to you, to apologise, to hold you, to love you. All the woman could do is prey you held on with all your stubborn nature, she had hope.

Hoped. You’d died on impact, a drunk driver crashing into the drivers side of the car as you were at a red light. “Principal Weems, we are sorry. They are gone, is there anyone you’d like us to call?” The nurse murmured sympathetically only to be interrupted by a pained scream and the normally professional woman crumpling to the ground. “Give me a minute to hold my girl! Just one more. My girls! I’m- I need to see them.” From there, Larissa was took to say her goodbyes, there you lay motionless, your own blood smothered your face, your child’s home being destroyed and dis formed. The once spherical home being more like a zig zag. You’d gone. Both of you.

She felt like she’s dying. That’s the first thing she registered, shaking limbs, tears streaming down her face and her heart? Well that’s working triple the time. Sweat soaking her body and sheets as she blinded rapidly to adjust to the small light in the corner of the room. There you lay, slow lazy breaths as you slept blissfully unaware of what her lost forest contained tonight. Larissa always named these dreams as the lost forest, a world where nothing makes sense, containing her deepest and darkest fears, secrets and past horrors. But never in her life had she been in one like that.

For a while all she could do is Starr as your chest steadily rose and fell in rhythm, like it should. Light snores filling the room as you slept on, oblivious to her sigh in relief at your state. With a dissatisfied groan you worked to turn your growing body onto its side, there laid your small baby bump poking out from the shirt you wore. You’d always steal the t-shirts the principal always swore weren’t hers as they are simply not her style, seeing your bump poking out always filled her with pride and joy. You’d made that beautiful creation together. A product of love, she couldn’t wait to meet the little minx who had you craving pickles in chocolate at three in the morning. You’d just started to feel the baby move in the past few weeks and like any expecting mothers it immediately became the best feeling in the world. Your baby.

Larissa had joking mentioned one night as you laid tangled in sheets that you would simply look stunning pregnant with your child, and she was right. You do. Her hand sneaking to rub soothing circles into your child’s temporary home. “My girl” you heard Larissa mummer. “Or boy” you grunted trying to sit up in bed. A sad chuckle left your lover as she agreed, truthfully Larissa had a hunch that baby Weems is a stunning Princess, but you swore on everything that your baby would be a Prince.

“Darling? What are you doing up?” Was all it for the lost forest dream to resurface and tears to build in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Her words choking her as you observed her state. “Darling, you are shaking, come here my love” you whispered shuffling to let the woman rest her head above your chest as your hands found their way to her silver curls, an action she adores. “Were you in your lost forest, love?”

No verbal answer was necessary the sobs that wracked through her exhausted form were enough. “Y-ou both died” she hiccuped as ungrateful as ever, her sobs soaked with her pain from those images. “I was cruel, left me and gone” she whimpered clinging onto your body, a hand holding your swollen stomach as if she didn’t believe you were real.

“Look at me Isa. Eyes up here pretty. I'm real. Hold my hand if you need proof, rest it above my heart if you need. I'm real and your dream wasn't. Me and this little minx are well and here my darling.” You reassured the older woman gently, although you didn’t know what she’d seen, what her mind had thrown together, you knew that she needed you more than anything else in the world right now. The room was bathed in silence for moments, ending by desperate whimpers of, “Please don't leave me." You swear your heart broke into a million pieces at how much she reminded you for the scared child she once was. “Never, honey. We aren’t going anywhere.”

Well… “Isa? My girl?” You mumbled shyly, the baby seemed to move and press on your bladder meaning you were going somewhere. “I need to go to the bathroom love, just a second” causing the woman to look up at you looking no more than a frightened child in this state, “you can help me yeah?” To which she nodded and immediately scurried to help you up and to the bathroom where she paced the bedroom floor waiting to walk you back to bed. It seems you were needed more than you thought, Larissa was never this clingy unless she had a dream about her parents or past, she needed you and you would always provide that.

Settling back into bed was not an easy task, your once comfy spot seemingly ran away, Larissa clinging to any part of you she could as you settled in bed on your back. Only then did her lips drop to your stomach, “we are waiting for you darling, our girl we can’t wait to meet you, anything to hold my girls.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, “what If it’s a boy my love?” To which she shook her head, settling into bed, snuggling up into your side with her head on your chest. “With the weird cravings, she’s a she for sure, my perfect girls, can’t lose you ever. You are quite literally my whole world.”

Word count~ 1952

[swaglet]

just watched an absolutely vile disgusting video about a sexist manosphere freak saying shit like "you don't want to get a woman TOO wet because then you start slipping in and out and the experience is not enjoyable" um .... your ONE JOB, your ONE GOAL in piv sex is to keep your weiner inside and massage it against the part that feels good... how fucking embarrassingly uncoordinated and terrible at sex do you have to be to fail at keeping your own penis in the target area. if you can't confidently pilot your own dick i don't think you should have a license to use it. how do these manosphere guys continue to blatantly tell the whole world they're horrible at sex over and over and over again

[whumpty-dumpty-doo]

Whumpmas in July 2024 - Day 7 - Post a link to your favorite whump fic of all time!

This post is part of my participation in the 2024 @whumpmasinjuly event!

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Ah, it's hard to pick a favorite! Here are a few that I really enjoyed:

Gallery AU (Keith and Shiro from VLD fanfic) by @trytofocus - Keith is a prisoner in a secret, highly prestigious gallery where subjects are displayed in all manners of artful bondage for the entertainment of rich patrons. Shiro is one such patron. And he isn't nice. (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains adult elements and themes, and is NSFW) Why I love it: God, the mental images are SO GOOD. The way that Keith is treated as a living, breathing, unwilling art piece... the emotions, the way things are described, the care and reverence taken in tying him up and putting him on display, the way that Shiro appreciates him, the attitude that Keith gives... It's so freaking good, and it gives me crazy whumperflies. I wish there was more!

Death Valley (also on AO3) by @ashintheairlikesnow - In 2003, Finn Schneider left Germany for a month-long planned trip around the United States. Somewhere around Death Valley, he disappeared. But he wasn't alone. (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains noncon, murder, and is NSFW) Why I love it: This was the second whump fic that I ever read, and it was integral in getting me into the whumpsphere! I feel SO SO SO bad for Finn, what he goes through, and how he is in his future. It's one of those stories that makes me go "OH NO BB LET ME FIX IT FOR YOU ;A;" but this poor guy has seen and been through far too much. It's brutal. Even the flash forward has me on the edge of my seat and only wanting the best for him. I hope this poor man finds love, joy, and peace.

Brother's Keeper by @darkthingshappen - Ben Adkins' life changes forever when his brother Jake fails to pay what is owed to some powerful men. Will he be able to survive his harrowing experience and return to his family? (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains explicit noncon and is NSFW) Why I love it: Phew, this one is intense! It's one of those fics that made me go "OH DAMN." a lot. I actually had to read this one out of order a bit because (spoilers) thereʻs a recovery arc... followed by a recapture arc. I had to save some of the recovery arc to read when things got too tough and I needed some joy for the characters, because GEEZ. Poor Ben!! Poor Jake! Poor Andrei! Volkov and his guys are sick SOBs and just merciless. Itʻs so whumpy. I had to skip a chapter or two due to some of my own personal squicks, but other than that, if youʻre looking for some guys having a super bad time, this is a great fic for that!

King of The Road by @darkthingshappen - George and Danny find themselves in the hands of a very sick and twisted trucker. What will happen to them as his newest victims? (Be warned that this is fic 18+, as it contains explicit noncon and is NSFW) Why I love it: The trucker is horrible!! An absolutely evil vile terrible sick guy!!! I have to know what happens to George and Danny! Thereʻs not much of the fic yet, but Iʻm frothing at the mouth waiting for more. The brutality is so whumperiffic, and I already desperately want to save them, so you know things are on a good track!

Secrecy by @doomeddestination - A young spy is captured by a mysterious man known only as Shepard. (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains explicit noncon and is NSFW) Why I love it: Calico is such a great writer, and her dedication to her stories and characters is INSANE. This story was the first one of hers that I read, and it introduced me to Ander, who is another character that I simply wish to wrap in a blanket and give tea to and take care of forever. This poor guy just needs a break. Shepard is awful, and the suspense in the story is so great. Thereʻs a whole multitude of AUs and stories that contain these characters as well, so lots of stuff to check out! ... ... ... If Ander never gets to canonically see his mom again, I will riot in the streets. LET A GOOD THING HAPPEN TO HIM.

The Mountain Man by @darkthingshappen - A kidnapper has his sights on a hockey player and sets a plan into motion to get him into his clutches. Why I love it: Getting into the head of the whumper as he stalked and planed his capture was so cool. I loved the confusion and delirium that the hockey player showed, especially when things started to get scary. I think this story was meant to be a one-shot, but Iʻd gladly dig into more of it if it got continued!

Hazel's story by @starrywhump - A group of college students is kidnapped by a sadistic whumper who has no qualms about torturing them. Why I love it: This was the FIRST whump fic I ever found and read! I wouldnʻt be in the community now if not for this fic. I have no idea how I stumbled across it, but Iʻm so glad I did, because it introduced me to whump lingo, whump blogs, and this whole crazy world. I love the characters, the whumper is creepy and intimate, and some of what she does is just nasty and brutal. I donʻt know what happened to the author (the blog hasnʻt been updated in like three years), but I hope that theyʻre happy and doing well wherever they are. I love the fic, and would love to read more if they ever decided to continue!

There are so so so many other great fics out there, but these are just the few that come to mind off the top of my head! Any other fans of these stories out there? :O

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[rius-cave]

About the meeting more

Ahh that makes sense, the 40 days thing! I was of course taking liberties when it came to Adam showing up XD I was using the only instance I knew of Lucifer fully being on Earth.

And by Neil Gaiman's Netflix Lucifer (like some comments have pointed out), I meant the series called "Lucifer" where he's a police consultant. I mentioned it was Neil Gaiman because there's so many modern iterations of Lucifer I thought it would make it clearer XD. But yeah it's based on Neil Gaiman's Lucifer character that appears in the Sandman comics.

About the circus, I truly like when humanity is given more credit, both in the positive and in the negative. Like in GO, Crowley acknowledges that humans were the ones to create all sorts of wars, but Aziraphale relishes in the positives that humans have created over the years.

So I'm imagining this does something for Lucifer's guilt of dooming humanity (if you want to see him as guilty for putting evil into the world) or hatred of it (if we go with him basically saying that humans make their own fate with their decisions)

Lucifer, seeing humans kill each other: this is horrible. They're truly beyond saving. Vile creatures only capable of hurt.

Lucifer, seeing a circus for the first time: ... Well I mean. Maybe they're not so bad. Some... One things are good.

Which also reminds me about Blitzø and Fizzaroli being ex circus imps (and current clown depending on when). Which makes me think about Lucifer meeting Ozzie's boyfriend and freaking the fuck out because he's a huge fan.

This... Got away from me. Turned away from Adamsapple and more just geber Lucifer HCs lol

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OOOHHH okay! I did see the comment about there being another show with a Lucifer, I honestly had no idea lol. I've been debating on watching the SHOW called Lucifer since I've heard some good things about it.

But I agree! I definitely feel like Lucifer is disillusioned with humanity even when he wants to believe/knows that there's good in them too. Ough,,,, there's a really good comic somewhere about how Lucifer made LuLu World and was still hopeful about humanity, that maybe sinners could have a good thing there, but then sinners burned it down and that's the final straw that made him lose hope in them...... OOOUGHHHHHGHG IT PAINS MY SOUL BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCH

But hey! I love that headcanon about him being a fan of Fizzarolli! Omg that is actually so cute and now I really feel like I need to see them together cjdjdogkskgjsd

Luci: Ozzie, I... I kinda have a big favor to ask

Ozzie: oh, Lu, what is it? Is something wrong? Is Charlie alright? I've been so busy lately but- please go ahead you know I'd do anything for-

Luci: CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE GET FIZZAROLLI TO SIGN THIS 40 IN POSTER OF HIM FOR ME PLEASE???????

Ozzie:

[yveltalreal]

[Offscreen Post: Return to Sender]

The dorm was quiet, the only sounds being the steady ticking of the clock hung on the wall. Even the hall was quiet, with most of the students for the upcoming semester not having arrived yet.

In this quiet moment, Pickle idly groomed herself. The feline pokemon ought to look her best, especially if her trainer was deciding to keep that evil distortionspawn wearing the flesh of a glameow. She refused to be replaced by that... thing. Maybe it would convince Maple that he didn't NEED another catmon, especially not that one.

The meowscarada carefully adjusted her mask when out of the corner of her eye she noticed Tami the absol's head suddenly shoot up. It didn't take long for the source of the absol's sudden panic to be located though as suddenly a strange light filled the room and the ever present sound of the clock ceased.

Pickle took a few wary steps back, fur standing on end as Tami stood up to join herm The absol was wary but not alarmed. Pickle thought that was stupid because clearly the world was about to end and the absol should have been freaking out about that.

As the source of the light shifted, becoming more humanoid in appearance, Princess Creature trotted out from her hiding spot to join the other two felines with a curious mrrp.

Of course! This was obviously Creature's fault! Creature had summoned the end times! There was but one way Pickle could fix this.

She picked up the Glameow and threw it at the light.

Creature sailed through the air before hitting the figure in the light squate in the chest and bring caught in its arms. In an instant, the light dissipated and the figure was revealed to be a woman with dark skin, a gaunt face, and long blue hair.

The woman looked stared a bewildered Tami and Pickle, before looking down at the evil, horrible glameow in her arms. The second she registered Creature, she happily lifted the catmon above her head with a wide smile, cooing and babbling at the thing as if it was a mere kitty and not some foul beast.

"THERE YOU ARE!" The woman exclaimed happily before bringing creature down towards her face and nuzzling it excitedly. "My sweet little baby girl! My wonderful little daughter! Mommy missed you so much she had no idea where you went! Don't ever run off without me again! My sweet little baby!!"

Pickle stared on. She was one of THOSE trainers. And to that monster no less. Disgusting.

The meowscarada began to growl lowly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up, expecting her trainer only to be dissapointed when she realized it was the other one

"Rona," The One That Was Not Her Trainer started, getting the strange woman's attention. "It's been years. You cannot keep calling that thing your daughter to cope with me killing the real one."

The woman said something about not knowing for sure but Pickle didn't pay full attention, just staring at The Other One, The One That Was Not Her Trainer, in shock. She really did just say that, huh? Out of fucking pocket.

She was snapped out of her shock when The Other One spoke again.

"Right. Whatever. You have your glameow, so leave."

The woman made an exaggerated pout and began to whine dramatically.

"Awwww, I can't stay and hang out with an old friend? Catch up? Discuss what we've been up to? Talk about you chose this one to be your little toy for the next couple thousand years?" As she asked the question, she tucked Creature under her arm like a sportsball and gestured towards Maple's body, the body The Other One was currently posessing.

The One That Was Not Her Trainer was not amused.

"No," it said simply. "Leave. I have no wish to discuss anything with you."

The woman was clearly disappointed but relented anyways. Good choice. Pickle wouldn't have pushed The Other One anymore either.

She quickly said her goodbyes and thanked them for keeping the glameow (who's name was Fortune, actually. Not Princess creature. It should have been named Vile Evil Thing in Pickle's opinion) before dissappearing into the same light she had appeared in. As soon as she was gone, the clock began to tick again.

Pickle just stared until the other one spoke.

"Let's not let Maple know about this one either."

[maddys-nerd-blog]

ITS RESCUE TIME FELLAS

For real this time!! Here’s the action packed second part to this chapter!! You’re gonna see a much of Katie’s feral side coming out cuz of the jaguar form. Plus, some Raph, Casey and Mikey action goodness! General warnings like swearing and heavy violence once again!

Hun is not gonna have a good time 🤣🤣🤣

LET US GET TO THE ACTION!

Ransom 4

A TMNT Crossover Short Story Fanfic

Part Four: Revenge

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… thu-thump. Thu-thump…

Thu-thump. Thu-thump…

Thu-thump.

Thu-thump…

… was he alive?

… he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure what this was.

It was as if he’d been submerged underwater: all sound escaped him, muted, garbled by the unknown. If there was any type of noise it was drowned out by a rush of water that pounded through his ears, blocking it out. His body was weightless, drifting aimlessly in this eternal darkness, dragging, pulling, clawing for his soul as invisible hands latched around his limbs and held on. Naturally, he was stricken by a wave of terror.

Was this the afterlife? Purgatory?

Or the entrance to Hell?

He prayed it wasn’t the latter.

He hoped he’d pass on to a place where his soul was forgiven for all the stupid bullshit he’d done as a young man. He wondered if Ma was waiting for him on some sunny beach shore. She always loved the beach…

He thought about the light of his life, emeralds gemstones for eyes dazzling, a radiant smile set ablaze by her beauty.

He thought of her voice… hoping it would lull him into a sense of calm before he went…

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Voices. Echoes, words reverberating back at him from the void, filling his being with a sense of purpose…

‘You wouldn’t cut your losses and turn tail, would you?’

‘DAD! GET UP!’

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thumpthumpthump—

Leo… Kathrine… they were in trouble!

He started willing himself to move from this void; arms as heavy as lead writhed and struggled, his legs kicking through a sea of molasses, body thrashing and swimming against the strain of heaviness. The hands around his soul wouldn’t release him so easily, anchored to the very essence of his aura to sink him further. No! Opening his mouth he screamed, screeching and shaking, wailing, crying out in protest. There was nothing he could do, nothing else to offer, nothing but his soul to sustain him as he fought to break free. There were people who needed him. There were things he needed to fix. There were still experiences he had yet to try.

He still needed to help his family.

He still had to look Kathrine in the eye and finally say with his full chest, ‘Marry me goddamn it.’

He swam, he fought, he writhed and kicked and stretched his arms and pleaded, please please I know I ain’t th’ best guy, I ain’t th’ hero, I know I made mistakes, I know I’m not worthy but lemme see her one more time, lemme help her son, please!

With the combined strength of a thousand men, he ripped himself free of the darkness, swimming, swimming, fighting to reach the surface with all his might, extending his hand to grab on to something to pull him free—

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Oxygen.

Awareness.

Sound.

Pain.

This was the reality Danny was brought back to as consciousness crashed into his body like a freight train going off the tracks. Lungs seized momentarily as air caught in his chest, dented ribs yearning to bring life to deflated organs. He choked down the wheezing gasp that brought with it a coppery taste which coated his tongue, making his nausea worsen. Vicious, horrible head pangs hammered all over his skull and brain hard enough to make coherent thinking a chore. A sticky liquid had crusted his hair and caked around the entire right side of his head he realized, not too keen to face the possible doom of hemorrhaging. Danny briefly worried if he were going to slip back into unconsciousness due to the head trauma.

“—all four of you to take point at the rear. Cover the block. Scope the entire street.” Commanded a gravely voice. “She won’t get three feet inside this place without getting shot.”

“Mmmph!” Protested a muffled cry. “Mmhprh!”

“Don’t worry, turtle. First your ‘mother’, then the two of you. If the rodent isn’t already dead, that is.” The deep rumble of insidious laughter followed.

Danny found it a battle to pry his eyes open— his right, he discovered quickly, was swollen shut, only allowing his left vision, albeit hazy and unfocused.

The world spun. He found he was laying on his back, bright lights blinded his retinas and rendered the yōkai queasy. Colors were a kaleidoscope. As he tilted his head to fall to the side where the voices were loudest, he regretted the motion when his skull rattled with a vengeance. Figures taking shape with darker shades stood out, amongst them the giant of a man walking away from a green and blue mess kneeling in front of him.

Leo.

Leo, who sat with his back facing Danny, wrists painfully tied, torso wrapped in rope, ankles also bound glaring at the human as he left. The hoodie he wore was torn at the shoulder and collar. Danny’s heart sank when he spotted the familiar gag fixed back around his mouth to stifle his speech. But his posture suggested defiance. Bound hands were tightened into fists. He knelt in front of the rat with a level of determination, hatred in his eyes.

Was he… shielding him?

Danny blinked his good eye slowly, blinking back the misty vision of the world to better clear its fog. When he breathed his lungs ballooned and his chest heaved, causing the man to choke on air as he coughed against an obstacle stuffed into his mouth. Fucking Hun. First he tries t’ pummel me t’ death then he gags me? If he wasn’t suffering from internal bleeding he’d have rolled his eyes. Danny raised his head as much as he could, pushing the surge of nausea aside as he worked the energy to make himself known to the kid. So, twisting his torso to turn his body to the side the yōkai mewled to get his attention.

Leo’s body went rigid the moment Danny spoke. He whirled himself around, eyes wide, meeting the gaze of his caretaker with a sense of shock. Violet rings hung thick under puffy eyes like he hadn’t gotten any rest in a month, along with a nasty gash across the bridge of his beak that stained the cloth around his face. There was hesitation lingering from the boy’s being, not quite sure if he was imagining things or if Danny truly was alive.

Danny, stubborn as always, chirped weakly to settle his anxiety.

Instantaneously the mutant’s eyes watered. The way his eyes crinkled around the edges, the way his expression brought such a wave of relief, Leo sounded ready to burst at the seams. He whimpered to his guardian in a manner that suggested concern— no doubt about the current condition he’d been forced to endure. He clearly didn’t know the extent of his injuries. For all he knew, his internal bleeding could be getting more severe the longer he laid here like a slab of concrete.

And yet Danny still found the strength to offer Leo a smile. A crooked, weary, broken smile with bloodied teeth chomping down around the gag to provide some semblance of comfort to the boy.

Leo’s whimpering turned into sobbing. Thin tears trailed along the curves of his wounded face, evidence of being pushed too thin, of the last three days worth of stress and confusion catching up to him. Danny’s heart ached for the poor thing; how long had he been out? How long had this kid believed he’d been dead?

Worse yet… what time was it?

Danny’s golden orbs flickered past Leo’s shoulder to gauge what was going on. There were men stationed at the garage entrance— he counted twenty goons all displaying the Purple Dragon logo on their vests, more than he’d previously calculated— armed with firearms of different make, pistols, shotguns, rifles. Hun was talking to three other guys, telling them to head to the back with the others on the second floor. But when he craned his sore neck up to look up at the ceiling once more to find, amidst all the irritating lights currently driving pins into his eye, the skylight displayed a sea of stars drowning in a darkening dusky sky.

Fuck. He thought with a twinge. If th’ time limit is gettin’ close then I gotta figure out how t’ get loose if I’m gonna give Kat any kind of assist once she gets here.

Danny didn’t have to struggle to know he was still tied up; the way his fingers twitched told him his circulation was cut off, they were freezing cold. Movement was still limited by the restraints but what little he could do wasn’t much. Unless he wanted to wriggle around like a hooked bass and speed up the process of his internal bleeding, that was. There was no way he’d be able to get his hands free, he knew, but what else could he possibly do?

At this rate, Kat was good as dead.

Danny twisted one hand around in the bonds, ropes biting down into torn flesh under his fur. Blood crusted between his hands and fingers. No dice. Grumbling with agitation, he kicked his legs out in anger, tail curling around his ankles—

He went rigid. His eye went wide. Hold on a minute…

Tail?

Hadn’t Hun snapped it with the crowbar? With bated breath he went to shift it just slightly enough to evade prying eyes. The bottom half of his tail hadn’t been busted. The upper half was terribly broken, but from the mid-point down he had full mobility of the appendage. There was a searing pain that shot to his spine when he moved it… but it was free.

Holy fuck. Holy. Fuck!

He had an out.

Hun wasn’t counting on him regaining consciousness. He probably assumed he’d done enough damage to leave him totally out cold through the night and hadn’t accounted for the likelihood of him waking up. He’d left his tail unbound.

Danny’s grin turned evilly cocky behind the cloth. Ya messed up, fuckwit.

Sluggishly the yōkai slithered the tail towards the easiest place to reach, his feet. If he could get them free, Danny could sit upright and hopefully untie Leo’s hands— it was a long shot, but it was still a plan. Danny fussed with the knots of the ropes tethering his feet together, the tip of the tail tugging at the sturdy restraints with all the strength he could muster. He must’ve been messing with the damn knot for what felt like an eternity, meanwhile Leo sat vigil at the yōkai’s side, unwilling to let his guard down.

Danny could feel his throat tighten with agony, breathing growing more difficult. The thought briefly came to mind; ‘What if I bleed out? What if I got some kinda puncture in my kidney or liver? What if I’m close t’ passing out before Kat gets here?’

The thought scared him. And he didn’t get scared easily.

He couldn’t die yet. Not when Leo still depended on him. Not when Katie was at risk of getting gunned down. He had to pull through long enough for help to arrive.

He had to. He HAD to…

The knots were starting to give to his persistence, he could feel them waning. That gave him hope. If he could just keep up the pace—

“Well lookie here!”

Danny’s heart thudded in his chest, gaze rising to locate Hun as the bigger man finally took notice of Danny’s awakening. Leo’s anger reappeared, his hands balled into fists, snarling behind the gag as best he could. Fuck, not now. Not now not now why NOW?

“I thought you were dead!” Hun chortled— too loud, too much soprano, too much noise in his jelly-like brain— “You certainly looked the part all damn day! The blood that came pouring outta your ugly face after I beat you senseless? I’ve seen faceless nobodies bleed out a thousand times, but you’re a stubborn little roach!”

Hun stormed towards the two; Leo instantly began to shout around the gag furiously, thrashing in his binds. Danny wanted to calm the kid down before the thug laid his hands on him, but it was too late. As Leo created more noise, Hun shoved the helpless turtle aside, causing him to tumble onto the ground with a heavy slam. Unable to use his arms to catch his fall the turtle struck the concrete unforgivingly hard in a pathetic display of writhing.

“I must’ve crushed th’ back of your head,” Hun surmised, grabbing Danny by the bloodied collar of his shirt. He held him aloft like he weighed nothing, dangling the rat man with one hand in the air. “Your eyeballs almost popped outta your skull! I was certain I killed you, but,” he chuckled. “Guess I didn’t hit you hard enough.”

“Mmrgh…” Danny mumbled behind his gag in an attempt to speak but it did nothing. Keep yer eyes on my face and not my feet, just keep flapping yer yap. All I need is a minute.

“You should’ve seen your boy,” Hun scoffed. “The dumb animal really went savage on me!” Lifting his right hand the man showed off a set of severe bite marks around the space between his thumb and index finger that punctured deep enough to draw blood. Holy shit, LEO did that? “Tried taking my thumb off. Put up a pretty decent struggle before I shut him up. He really doesn’t know when to pick his fights… I guess he takes after you.”

Don’t let him get t’ you don’t let him get t’ you, he’s trying t’ crack you down, do not let him win!

“You should’ve heard it! ‘Don’t touch my Dad! Leave him alone! Wake up, wake up!’ I didn’t know turtles were so worthless without their guardians protecting them. He thought he was actually going to SAVE you!”

Danny’s hands twitched, unable to move, unable to wrench himself free. If he’d had the power he’d have gouged Hun’s eyes out. His expression turned vile against the swelling and bruising. Just a little bit further, he could feel the bonds at his feet giving way. Come on, come on, PLEASE!

“He kept saying, ‘My Dad’s hurt, do something! My Mom will kick your ass!’ I’ve never heard something so hilarious in my entire life! You freaks are so loyal it makes me SICK!” Hun brought Danny closer, their faces eerily inches apart to the point where Danny could see the deep brown irises of the human man, how sinister they were, how his pupils shrank with sadistic glee at the yōkai’s plight. “Why is it you lot are so determined to protect each other? Why do you go so far just to save your kin? In my world, it’s every man for himself. You should know! You were a convict too; I can see it in your eyes, you know what I mean. You’re a guy who’s been in the slammer once. I don’t forget that look in anyone’s eyes. Why stick your neck out for the sake of this dumb terrapin?”

Around his feet the ropes went slack. They slipped to the ground, unnoticed.

Somewhere overhead shadows fell past the skylight, the evening finally setting in. Four figures hovered from the glass panes.

Danny’s heart skipped a beat. Kat.

Hun, confused, looked up to inspect the strange arrival. “Who—“

This moment of distraction was all Danny needed. He held his breath, counted to three—

CRACK! “AUGH—?!”

Danny threw his head forward and smashed his brow directly into Hun’s, hearing the familiar sound of bone shattering. The pain that erupted throughout his entire skull added onto his other trauma and almost knocked him out cold, but he gnashed his fangs into the cloth and fought through it. The moment Hun staggered and his grip on his collar lessened, Danny quickly brought his knee up and, without giving him the chance to react, crushed it under his jaw and cracked his chin in one swift motion. He kicked off Hun’s chest to get himself loose, freeing him of the human’s hold as he dropped to his feet.

Don’t think, just move! Acting fast his aching tail lashed out, wrapping around Leo’s middle as he tried to make a desperate break for the nearest exit, dragging the bound turtle in tow. It didn’t matter if his hands were still tied, it didn’t matter if he could barely move, it didn’t matter, it didn’t, he had to get Leo out of here, clear a space, get him to—

Something was chucked into his spine.

He saw stars.

It hit him with such power it threw him off kilter, sending him tumbling, unintentionally dragging Leo alongside the rat. Danny heard a brick clatter to the wayside.

“YOU STUPID ANIMALS!” Hun tenaciously roared, slightly slurred from the broken nose he currently clutched, drawing a small revolver from his belt as he took aim…

Right for Leo, who sat entangled in the tail wrapped tight around his stomach, who stared at the gun with this strange blank expression, caught in headlights, motionless as though he’d already mentally accepted his fate.

Time slowed.

‘All it takes is one second, Daniel.’

Hun cocked the safety off.

‘One second to choose between life… or death.’

Danny’s heart dropped with terror. He screamed, shoving himself in front of the kid, acting as a living barrier between him and the impending bullet, praying to God for a quick death, praying the shot didn’t go through him and into Leo, praying for Kathrine to forgive him; Kat, Kat, Kathrine I’m so sorry, I love you so much, please don’t hate me, please—

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Glass exploded overhead. It rained down onto the unfortunate bastards caught in their deadly hail, spliced and diced as the shards fell, catching pieces of moonlight in their fractured panes.

Without warning, four shadows fell into the warehouse among them.

One hit the ground hard and fast, a tremor shaking the foundation of the first floor when he landed. Two others dropped stealthily silent at his side, framing the giant. All of them were wearing thick, heavy black clothes and masks.

The last slowly rose to her full height. Covered from head to toe in black, the woman leveled a pair of toxic green eyes onto Hun beneath the hood of her jacket, taking in her target.

In her hand dangled a revolver. The other, his Cloaking Broach.

Katie’s voice broke through the blanket of silence that captured the unexpected audience. With a murderous hiss, she spat Hun’s words right back at him. “You’re going to regret pissing me off.”

She raised her gun to the sky.

She fired.

BANG!

Her shot struck the circuit breaker in the ceiling, taking out all the lights. Electrical sparks showered down around the warehouse.

Soon, a cacophony of voices rang throughout the warehouse as Hun and his lackeys panicked.

“WHERE ARE THEY?! SOMEONE GRAB THE MUTANTS!” Hum exclaimed.

Then, another voice. “LEAVE NONE STANDING.” As dark green and purple tendrils warped around the slim figure of Katie in the pitch black, transforming the woman. Three silhouettes branched off.

Cries bellowed into the dark as the three moved at once. In a matter of seconds, all hell broke loose.

Danny wasn’t taking chances; tail tightening around Leo he all but hauled him out of gunfire range as bullets began to soar and whiz past his ear. The deafening screams and wails of the hapless goons went ignored.

Danny hadn’t gotten a decent look around the premises but he at least managed to find cover thanks to his night vision, however obscured it was; he ducked behind a tall set of crates, pulling himself and Leo behind the sturdy barriers. He didn’t know his long they would hold but for now, it would have to suffice. Despite the chaos unfolding around them he found it easier to breathe.

They found them. They came. They really came. Kathrine had pulled through.

He could feel Leo start to tremble; violent, terrified, full bodied shakes rattled the slider. His breathing turned uneven, uncontrollable. He heard him begin to weep.

Danny didn’t have to be the best medic in the world to know this was a panic attack.

He’d had a gun pointed right at him— he very likely could have been shot and had it not been for the timely intervention of their group, the turtle could have…

Acting on instinct the yōkai hugged the slider close to him— unable to wrap his arms around the boy, his tail curled tighter at Leo’s middle to shield him from the madness. Truth be told, Danny was scared shitless. Anything could go wrong. Anything could happen. But in this small corner Danny was all Leo had to protect him from whatever threat crossed their path. Hell or high water, he would die fighting to keep his promise.

Let them kill me first. I ain’t letting this kid down.

*********************

Five seconds.

That was all it took.

Five seconds for her to break the necks of the lookouts on the rooftop to get by undetected.

Five seconds for Katie to shatter the skylight windows of the warehouse and leap into the fray of goons packing heat.

Five seconds was all it took for her to move when she saw Hun point a pistol at her baby and the man she loved, who threw himself in front of the mutant red eared slider in an attempt to take the shot meant for the teen.

Five seconds of dark red tinting her world in a bloody film.

The Cloaking Broach effortlessly turned her from woman to yōkai, the cover of shadows illuminated her ghastly feline form as terrified thugs began to blindly open fire, pops of light like firecrackers indicating their unlucky locations. In one command her boys pounced into action: Raph taking the stairs. Casey covering the entrance. Mike advancing on the main floor.

Katie bared her fangs as a bloodcurdling growl rumbled deep in her throat, lowering herself into a crouch, the thin fur on her arms and neck rising with unbridled rage. The jaguar form granted her plenty of advantages, one of them the blessed gift of speed and inhuman strength. She had to make full use of their abilities before her stamina wore off. Mouth dropping open she released a gut churning screech that echoed throughout the facility.

Katie took off in a sprint.

Her hands grabbed one guy by the back of his shirt and seized him. One instantaneous snap to his neck and he crumbled. Kicking off his falling body she grappled another man by the torso and took him down, his gun firing sporadically as they collapsed. He didn’t get the chance to scream when she tore his neck open. She ripped the gun from his hands, taking shots towards where the stairs started as three goons tried to ambush Raph whilst he was busying himself with two burly looking jackasses.

Three shots. Three bodies staggering along the stairs. Katie continued moving.

She lunged for another big fellow, a woman this time, trapping her in a corner. She went to throw a fist, but Katie dodged. She moved to uppercut her, but she parried. Using her elbow Katie crushed it into his the and cracked two ribs. Finally she unleashed long, thick claws to sink them deep into the stomach and slashed it open. The sorry excuse for a woman gurgled something that sounded like ‘help’ under her breath. She thought she heard her wheeze, ‘I have babies.’

Katie spat on her.

No mother in her right mind would ever think of harming another’s child. Not unless they were depraved.

“GOONGALAAAAA!” Casey declared nearby, followed by a heavy thwack from his hockey stick as he struck someone. Seconds later an explosive hockey puck blew some guy far back into the brick wall. He skated around a pillar just in time to avoid being pelted with a piece of broken concrete, using the cover to thrust his arm out and catch the man in the torso and tase him with his glove. Dark blue light ignited around the man’s body as he was electrocuted without mercy.

Raph on the other hand sprang forward onto one goon, canines bared like a vicious snake ready to devour its prey. Sai in his fists he used all his strength to bring them up and into the shoulder blades of the hapless moron beneath him, pushing off the man to twist his body into the air and kick one leg outward, striking another bastard in the groin with powerful force. Tearing his sai out of his opponent’s arms he jumped to his feet and tackled the second to the ground, landing devastating punches one after another at the thug’s face, bellowing in outrage with each blow.

“THIS!” CRIK! “IS FOR!” CRUNCH! “MY BROTHER!” KRAK!

“You want some’a this, fool?!” Mikey’s tone suggested anger as he lashed out, nunchucks spinning rapidly, striking with precision and careful timing. The biggest of her kids battered and bludgeoned any man who tried to touch him, expertly weaving and leaping out of harms way in time as a shot nearly took the gentle giant down. He used his height to his advantage to gain leverage over his opponents, striking with deadly precision. “Come GET some!”

“FLUSH THEM OUT! I WANT LIGHTS, GET EYES ON THE FREAKS!” Hun screamed amidst the frenzy of rapid fire and ricochet bullets. “I WANT THEM DEAD!”

You’re going to be dead in ten minutes, but I’m patient, Katie thought.

She flipped over one guy like an acrobat, unknowingly catapulting into another duo of morons that managed to get some solid blows into her sternum and face as she struggled to gain her bearings. A couple of hits to the diaphragm rendered her momentarily stunned, fingers latching into her hair and ripping her backwards to deliver a strong-armed punch to her cheek.

“Stupid—“ Asshat hissed as he went to punch her in the nose. She caught his fingers in her teeth and sank them down to the point of breaking them. When the hand let her hair go Katie struck her palm straight up, breaking the teeth from his mouth and slicing his lips. Katie swung her hands in crazed, rapid motions, cutting him deeper, deeper, slicing his face and torso until she took him down to the floor. Whomever had tried to assist him ran away in fright— smart man.

“MA!” Raph yelled from the second floor, sai clashing into a shotgun, using the prongs to shove the barrel to the side and sideswiping his attacker to take him down. “Three o’clock!”

Her eyes widened. Turning in the direction of the crates, she caught a trail of blood streaking an unsteady line around the corner. In that bloody mess the footprints turned somewhere in the slew of storage containers.

Danny. Leo.

Katie just barely managed to avoid being stabbed from behind as a squealing simpleton attempted to run her through with a switchblade. Seizing his arm she snapped it at the elbow joint and rammed her own straight into his throat, proceeding to body slam him as she cracked his head open like a walnut. She tore the knife from his twitching fingers, clutching it in a fist, claws digging into the metal handle. Where was Hun?

“FUCKING— CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! WHAT DO I PAY YOU IDIOTS FOR!” Hun shouted in outrage, the unmistakable sound of a Glock disengaged off its safety. “WHERE ARE YOU, RAT?! I’M ENDING THIS!”

Katie’s mouth twisted dangerously into a ravenous sneer.

The clock started ticking.

Ten.

She cut through the rest of the lackeys in her way, moving against the wave of bodies that struggled to find and subdue her. No. No. NO. No man was going to stop her now. Not while she was still breathing.

Nine.

Hun was a fortress as he pushed and shoved his cronies aside like they meant nothing, searching the crowd with ominous intent behind every fiber of his body. He grabbed one of the heavier crates and heaved it across the warehouse— her heart skipped a beat when the massive wooden box hit Mikey dead center in his chest and sent the ‘chuck wielder into a beam shell-first. The sound that came from the metal structure reverberated into her eardrums and made her fur stand straight. “MICHAEL!”

The orange masked teen huffed, getting back to his feet albeit shakily, spitting blood to the side and calling, “Good! I’m good! Just… dizzy!”

“Casey, cover Mike! Raph, on my seven!” Katie cried. She took point as she raced forward. “NOBODY follow me!”

She didn’t want them seeing what she was about to do.

Didn’t want them to see the carnage that was about to unfold.

That was her sin to bare. Not theirs.

Eight.

Hun pushed aside another crate, searching high and low. He fired his Glock randomly at something in his line of sight. The gunshot struck a solid object, but thankfully not any people. “Where are you?! When I get my hands on you both I’ll make you WISH you’d been shot!”

He fired somewhere near his left—

A muffled scream made her stomach seize.

Daniel. That was Danny’s voice.

And from where she stood a mere twelve feet away, she saw understanding cross Hun’s repulsive features.

He readied another shot with a click. “There you are.”

Seven.

Katie suddenly found her second wind. She flew— soaring off unmoving bodies and gaining momentum as she ran. The muscles in her calves and thighs tightened. The adrenaline rushed all over her body. Her veins were on fire.

She didn’t care.

As Hun prepared a second round she caught him off guard. She lunged, grabbing him by the shoulders as she hung on. Then she drove the switchblade into the depths of his back and started repeatedly shanking him. Hun screamed, blindly reaching behind him, trying to grab Katie to pry her off. She avoided his meaty hands, continuing to stab him in the muscled tendons of his back and aiming for his spine—

“FUCK OFFA ME!” Hun exclaimed. Without hesitation he threw himself back, and in turn, took Katie with him as he slammed her into the wall. She grunted, the pain exploding into her head and back, as Hun did this a second and third time. She lost her grip on the knife as it clattered out of reach into the dark.

Hun shook her off enough to seize her by her ankle, tearing Katie off and holding her aloft like a gutted fish. “YOU!“

Katie growled in return.

She twisted her body like a python, wrapping her arms around his appendage and sinking her claws through the sensitive skin around his forearm and shredded it completely open.

Six.

Hun reared back like a horse, wailing his arm around to toss her off. She didn’t let go. She instead haphazardly clawed her way up his arm, to his chest, to his shoulders as she latched on and embedded her teeth into his collarbone—

The gang leader punched her. He cracked her jaw as he dislodged her off him, taking the opportunity to snap her head back as he grabbed her throat and began to squeeze. Katie gagged, coughing, kicking and hissing against the ironclad grip around her windpipe. Her claws scratched his knuckles and wrist.

“Finally,” Hun panted, shaking the mutated woman like a ragdoll. “YOU’RE the top prize of New York? Another genetic hybrid? You’re a MENACE. I can’t believe you caused all this mayhem for worthless freaks! You really must be that deranged!” He crushed his thick fingers around her neck, making her spasm in agony as the ability to breathe was robbed from aching, broken lungs. “Just wait. I’ll take your pets. I’ll take them and turn them into handbags, sell their shells, turn their blood into addictive drugs… and I’ll make you watch it all. But not the rat. That rodent has something VERY special waiting for him. He’ll be saved for last. I’ll take all the fur from his skin piece by piece, I’ll rip his tail off, I’ll take his eyes… and you’ll see the life drain out of him as he dies at your feet… all the while I’ll keep you as my private little WHORE.”

Five.

The scent of death was so potent it could have strangled an elephant.

One thought integrated into her brain:

KILL.

Four.

Katie snarled. Not in despair…

But bloodlust.

She swung on him; thick black claws caught the bottom of the left eye and tore the fragile flesh. Hun yelped.

It wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t enough until she took his life.

Katie pile-drove both feet right into his abdomen and kicked over and over again, heels digging hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Pummeling her booted feet as physically hard into his pelvis, the force of the strike the final time made the buff gang leader spit blood as something in his pelvic region cracked. As soon as he was doubled over, Katie knocked both feet into his face and sent him sprawling. She wrenched her neck out of his hands and climbed on top of him. When he swatted at her she pushed his arms down.

Three.

Katie straddled the bigger man, hovering over the disgraceful cur— a primal animal ready to devour.

Hun’s eyes squinted through the daze of his attack, grinding his teeth in agony when he stared up at the jaguar woman. Realization dawned upon him. “You wouldn’t DARE.”

Katie slowly raised her arm. Claws extended out of the tips of her fingers.

Hum’s face blanched. “You wouldn’t!”

Two.

Katie’s eyes flickered a deadly shade of crimson. Her face turned feral.

She thought of Danny, the man she loved— his screams of anguish that would forever haunt her.

She thought of Leo, her son— pleading for Danny’s life, the horror that filled his voice.

She thought of Grace, her sister— handed off to Draxum and taken to a lab, being used for some kind of sinister experiment.

Letting him go would spell death for them all.

Letting him walk away after everything he’d done? All the lives he took? All the devastation he’d created?

Never.

One.

In the darkness the jaguar screeched, bringing her claws down like a guillotine.

In the darkness Hun drowned in his own terrified cry as she ripped his jugular open with her hands.

In the darkness, blood was spilled.

True to her word, Hun hadn’t lasted more than ten minutes.

**********************

The chaos lasted an eternity. That’s what Danny believed.

The gunshot was TOO close to his head and had missed by inches— inches. A single shot nearly blew his brains out and he would never have been known until it was too late. His heart had stopped after the attempt on his life, he could barely catch his breath after that. Any closer t’ th’ left, and I’d be…

He’d gone into a shock of sorts, freezing on the spot as he struggled to put the pieces of his composure back together. Air dragged into constricted ribs, quickened and erratic. But he refused to waver. During the horrific ordeal he never let Leo go, having clung to the teen as though he were a lifeline, holding him close to keep him safe. The poor kid was a hysteric mess, burying his face into Danny’s arm and weeping, terror plain to see from a mile away as tears stained his sleeve. Danny sat like steel. Never moved. Never once did he dare to ease his grip on Leo. Nobody was taking this kid, nobody was going to hurt him, nobody would get the chance, nobody—

The brawl came to an abrupt end. Doors flung open as petrified screams fled into the night.

Quiet settled over the warehouse. Dread hit him at once.

Where was Katie? Where were the boys? Had Hun done something, had he hurt her? Where did everyone go? Where were the gang members?

He felt Leo shiver against his side, whining worriedly. Danny’s tail pulled him closer, shielding him. Don’t let him out of your sight.

He couldn’t chance it.

He couldn’t risk being careless—

Physical contact viciously ripped him back into reality.

It became a battle to breathe.

Someone was touching him. Hands were on his shoulders someone was touching him they were going to start with him someone was going to take Leo away—!

NO!

Fight or flight set in. Primal desperation kicked his senses into overdrive. Danny began to buck like a lion, yelling and howling against his gag in outrage, no no no they can’t do this, they can’t, I’m not going down like this I’m not dying here I’m NOT LETTING THIS KID DIE. “MMHF— DNN PHHKN THHK HHMPH! DNN HHFF HHMPH!”

“DANIEL! DANIEL, DANIEL, IT’S ALRIGHT! IT’S ME!”

Clarity.

He froze. Was that…?

Eyes shot open in the dark—

Lights blinded him, white LEDs shooting daggers into sensitive retinas after spending days being shuttered away. Recoiling Danny groaned, shying from the source, the hands returning to touch his face, he fought the urge to scream—

“Daniel.” Gentle, soft as silk, quiet and comforting. “I’m here.”

He forced his blurry eyes open a second time. Blinking away tears that prickled weary orbs, Danny finally found a familiar face.

The most beautiful sight on this planet.

Emerald green eyes. Tan complexion. Tussled black hair. Smooth, elegant face. Blood speckled around her cheeks and neck. Bruising crawled throughout her throat. Her clothes were tattered and bloodied. A battery powered lamp sat at her side. She looked like she’d been run over by a truck.

But Kathrine was gorgeous. She always was.

“Oh God… Danny,” Katie whimpered. Tears stung his eyes as she spoke his name. “What’d he do to you…?”

His shoulders shook. His barriers came tumbling down around him. In this moment Danny broke into tears, cutting like razor blades down an injured face. He kicked himself for this internally. Men were supposed to stand strong in the face of despair. Men were supposed to be the fortitude for others to fall to in dire need. Men, his father taught him, would never shatter under the pressure. They couldn’t show sensitivity, they couldn’t CRY. It was a privilege reserved for women or weaker people with no backbone.

But damn his old man.

The woman he loved made it. Leo was okay.

They were going home.

Katie brought him closer, tilting his head forward to touch her forehead to Danny’s. Her fingers tenderly brushed his shaggy hair out of bloodshot eyes to better get a look at him, the motions familiar, slow, rhythmic, compassionate as she soothed the battered yōkai. As tears trickled down his muzzle and stained his gag he wept joyfully in her hands, yearning for his words, wanting dearly to voice his gratitude. She mumbled to him, “I’m here baby. I’m here. Sorry I took so long.“

Danny shook his head, trying to talk, trying to tell her it was fine, but he settled with a muffled grunt for now. This tender feeling of comfort provided by the woman who loved him was more than enough. He just wished he could kiss her.

At his side Leo squeaked, timid. Danny relinquished his grip on the terrapin, nudging him to look over.

Katie raised her head to find Leo. Her eyes widened painfully, and her lips quivered. “Mijo,” she gasped.

Leo almost instantly tried to hurl himself into her arms, but still being bound he teetered forward clumsily, Katie catching him before he could shatter his beak into solid ground and pulling him into a crushing embrace while the boy sobbed with relief in her shoulder. “Oh mijo…! Bromista! I’m so so so sorry, I’m right here, shhh-shhh-shh Mama’s got you.”

“Mom!” Coming in from behind the other three arrived, winded and sheathing their weapons, the battle over. “All clear. Those bozos ain’t coming back—“ Raph sported a gnarly gash under his jaw, his black clothes ripped and torn apart at the elbows, dark brown eyes turning alert as soon as he saw Leo. “Oh shit… Leo…”

Leo��s eyes poked around Katie’s shoulder, dark red and glassy. The slider’s expression fell even farther into remorse. He strained his hands against his bindings, weeping harder at the sight of the older turtle. Like being torn out of a trance Raph moved; lowering himself to a kneel as he drew the bound terrapin into a hug, forgoing his own injuries in favor of providing him reassurance. “I’m so sorry, bro… I’m so so sorry, I’m such an idiot, I never meant a word o’ what I said. I’m so glad yer okay.”

Nobody missed the warbled shake of Raph’s voice repressing tears.

Mikey wiped blood away from his nose with the back of his arm, cuts sinking deep into his legs and shoulders, shaking slightly from being chucked into a steel beam. His expression sank with empathy, but he immediately dropped to his knees to help his surrogate mother with the slider. “Hey Lee. We got your back.”

“I got the first aid kit,” Casey knelt at Leo’s side with a seriousness Danny had never seen before, rummaging around his duffle bag. His bottom lip was split, his left hand looked swollen, his ear bled from the earlobe, hockey mask pushed up to rest atop his head. “What looks the most bad?”

“There’s a gash on the bridge of his snout. This thing stopped a majority of the bleeding but it looks deep,” Katie gently tilted Leo’s head forward to grab ahold of the knot tying the gag in place. “Honey, hold still. I’ll get you loose. Mike, can you please untie Danny?”

Mikey nodded. He unclipped a shuriken from his belt as he moved behind the yōkai with a friendly grin. “‘Sup, rat dude! Don’t worry, I’ll have you outta this in a minute!”

He sat still for the bigger turtle as he worked on the ropes, sawing away at the restraints diligently. As he waited for his bonds to be cut Danny watched in silence as Katie took care of Leo, Raph using one of his sai to slice through the cords around his wrists like butter. She whispered consoling things to the kid as she fussed with the gag, some words in Spanish, others in English, but her attention never strayed off the slider. A mother in her element.

“Respira, cariño, solo respira profundamente,” Katie soothed, untying the cloth and easing it off his mouth, taking care not to disrupt the gash across his snout in the process. “Just focus on my voice. I’m not going anywhere.”

Leo hacked out a blood soaked wad of fabric, sputtering into a coughing fit that robbed him of the ability to use his words. Katie rubbed his shell in circular motions, easing the turtle forward in case he needed to vomit. Raph slashed the last of his bonds free in one fell flick of the wrist. Leo’s hands slowly moved to the front, both visibly shaking, the traumatic stress still apparent. “I gotcha Bud. You’re good. Ma, ya need th’ water?”

“Yeah. Leo, here, take a drink of this—“

“N-no…” Leo’s voice was a raspy whisper. Shaking his head he pointed a finger over to Danny, who blinked his good eye in befuddlement. “D-Dad… h-he needs it…”

The cords holding Danny prisoner finally snapped, Mikey’s impromptu knife severing the strands. Blood rushed back into numbed over fingers and made his hands prickle from the sensation of circulation returning, rushing back into aching veins that yearned for movement. A relieved huff pushed through the fabric still wrapped in his teeth.

Fingers found purchase on the knot at the back of his head, and two seconds later the gag was finally loosened from his mouth. Swollen clawed fingers reached up to yank the cloth free, spitting the long since blood saturated rag to the side as he nearly choked. He struggled to repress a wheezing fit, fighting to keep his pain to a minimum but his lungs ballooned in his ribcage and begged for air. What I wouldn’t give for a bottle of gin.

“Dad…!” Leo, unable to withhold his worry, attempted to go help him. But the slider was still weak, atrophy turning his arms into sore, shaking twigs that went to reach for the yōkai. He nearly collapsed had it not been for Raph helping him to kneel.

Katie squeezed around the two to fit in the space to reach Danny, her hands cupping his face as blood slithered down his chin. “Daniel. You okay?” She asked.

“‘M… fine.” Danny worked his words out of a parched throat begging for water. “J-Just a he-headache…”

Not falling for his charade Katie held a bottle of water to his lips, encouraging him to drink. “Hey, take it easy. You probably have brain fog.”

“Side note, is anyone else confused?” Mikey piped up, cutting the last of the ropes from the yōkai’s torso. “Leo must have some kinda concussion. He just called Danny ‘Dad.’ I think you got the wrong rat, man. Your Splints is gray.”

“D-Don’t… have one,” Leo cleared his voice to better speak. “I know… what I said.”

“Wait whaaaat?” The ridges of Mikey’s brows rose.

“Dan? Dad?” Casey had to ask next. “Dude, seriously? You sure you’re not concussed?”

“Yep.” Leo grinned. The motion almost looked too forced from the pain. “That’s… my Dad.”

Katie’s emerald orbs glistened— tears hanging at bay, a soft smile growing across her face. Glancing back at Danny she mouthed, “Really?”

Danny took one look at Leo, who grinned weakly at his guardian with happiness. He looked back to Katie, tired hands reaching up to run them through her hair. The feeling of her smooth locks beneath aching, battered palms grounded him. They anchored him.

They reaffirmed the reality of his survival, of all the suffering he’d endured to reach this point.

How he’d go through it all over again to keep them safe.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I am.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

ONE MORE CHAPTER AND ITS DONE!!!

Hope you liked this one! 😁😁

@queen-with-the-quill @tending-the-hearth @goldenflowerdragon @figuringitoutasigoalong @lameboobah

[colourstreakgryffin]

I have a request to make. Part two of platonic yandere mitsuri vs yandere shinobu, where little brother reader has become depressed and just wants to be left alone. Please and thank you.

Ooohh? Okay. I suppose I could try this, it sounds interesting. Rip our poor character, for real! Short story time~!

Yandere! Demon Slayer Scenarios: Platonic! Kanroji Mitsuri vs Romantic! Kocho Shinobu

“Awww~ my love, come here” Shinobu purrs lovingly as you shuffle back until your back bumped on the flat wall behind you, eyes radiating pure terror and anger at the Insect Hashira before you. You didn’t see her as the sweet caring woman you first saw her, you now know all the truth behind her image. She is a liar, a rotten murderous monster that killed women behind your back to feed her delusions over you

You could never love somebody like her! And what’s worse is that you can’t confide to your own sister since she has become just as bad. You’ve seen it, the arguments Mitsuri has with Shinobu over you that you’re inches away from cutting off ties from her, rather she be your big sister or not. Mitsuri’s possessive nature over you as she grips your hand and glares deathly daggers at her enemies has you angrily pulling away and stomping from her

Mitsuri cried her heart out when you finally yelled at her for her new twisted behaviour and she immediately ran to Obanai for comfort, her little brother hates her. The way she has been acting lately been worsening your fear, your anxiety and your growing depression as Shinobu is a one whole problem on her own, Mitsuri piling up has made the situation so unbelievably horrible, you’ve been spiralling quickly in a depressive hell

It doesn’t help that Obanai barked at you only hours after snapping at Mitsuri, for snapping at Mitsuri. You just went off at Obanai for trying to paint you as the bad guy when you’re the victim of two vile women trying to control you and shape you into what you are not. Their little wooden toy! Obanai didn’t listen to you at all as he cursed you out, he only cared about how Mitsuri feels and you knew arguing with him was useless as you dragged yourself into your room

Your mind recalling every cruel word Obanai threw you at as you crawled into the futon and cried yourself to sleep. That very event was the cause of your depression, all because you tried your best to defend yourself from your psycho sister, you became mentally unwell and you lost the motivation to get up out of bed every morning so quickly, it concerned both Shinobu and Mitsuri

Growling out to be heard by Shinobu, you swiped a hand at the insane woman to try make her back up but she wasn’t fazed by the fingertips missing by a single oxygen molecule. Her twisted smile never faded as her soft mature voice rung out, her much smaller hands grabbing yours to rub against her warm blushy cheek. “What’s wrong, my love? Let me fix you, you must be sick” Shinobu was about to speak but she was interrupted by a loud slam of the room door being flung open, possibly ripped back by a powerful force

“Dokusha! Please don’t hate me! I love you so much!” Mitsuri cried out suddenly, her lime green eyes puffy and red with tears flooding out, as she full-force pushed Shinobu away from you to replace her with her, not failing to basically throw the smaller weaker woman almost metres away to sit down before you. Grabbing your hand and sobbing outloud. She couldn’t sit back and let her relationship with you be destroyed for good!

You hissed, averting your eyes as veins grew on your neck and wrist. Thanks to sharing the same genes as the strong young woman, your own strength was elevated to beyond natural and you were able to rip your wrist free from her grasp. “Stay away from me… you beast… you freak…” You whispered heartbroken, dark racoon-like bags under your eyes as you avoided looking into hers

Once Shinobu recovered from her brief daze on the floor behind you two, anger boiled deeply in her bloodstream as she tackled Mitsuri. Verbal arguments? No more, this time. Shinobu was ready to take Mitsuri’s life to make sure she can’t keep you away from her. You sobbed gently, pushing yourself up against the nearby corner to try shy away from the actual fist fight beginning. Mitsuri defended herself by tossing Shinobu off her back and charged, throwing a wet slap at her, instead of a punch. Despite the fact Shinobu did swing on her

You couldn’t do anything about what is truly happening as you just sit back and cry into your hands as the two women scream and hit each other. God, what you would give to be able to get out of this hell but nobody can save you, they will never leave you alone and you can’t convince anybody around to believe your remarks. You sound like a lunatic

Maybe you are turning into a true maniac, like they are

[unkat]

I wish I were better than this

The office is well-decorated, just the right amount of personality to convey some semblance of openness; a diversity pride flag as a small poster claiming all are welcome here, some tasteful art of sea life on the warm beige walls. A picture of the family to provide a simple conversation topic starter for the nervous soul. Some plastic fake plants that require no sun and no water, both things fully absent here.

The doctor sits within the faux black leather chair across from the patient, calm, holding the chain. It connects to the Thing that sits in the cushioned conference chair.

"Now, we are here again. It's very late, you know." The doctor sighs. "We're both very tired. When are you going to give it up?"

"You made me into this, why would I ever be able to give up the parts you gave me? It IS me." The Thing twists in its seat, but the bonds keeping it seated, keeping it a good patient, are held firmly within the grip of the doctor who braces against the floor to keep control.

"No, you may be a manifestation of these thoughts and feelings, but I am not responsible for your creation, just your treatment."

"My imprisonment."

"It is not a prison. Do I not walk alongside you to the park, to get lunch, to listen to the birds and feel the wind against our skin?"

The Thing is in its throes of anger again, as per usual when not sedated and soothed by the staff. It's embarrassing to watch, and the doctor can't help but wrinkle their brow in disgust. The Thing is their most important and most vile patient, they wish they could keep it under sedation permanently. People like it more when they are in control.

"Am I a joke to you?!?" The Thing screams, "You're so selfish, all you care about is how YOUR reputation will be whenever I have needs."

"Needs?!? Is that what they are called now?" The doctor replies curtly. "Do you think dragging me, dragging my poor nurses down the street, scaring everyone is a need? You are not a joke, you are a disappointment. You are a liability."

"You are the liability, I'm the one that keeps us alive." The Thing hisses back, muscles so strained against its chains that it's going to choke itself.

The doctor gives just enough laxity to prevent it, concerned still for it's health. As painful as their interactions are, they swore an oath to do no harm. "You may have kept us alive in the past, but that's gone now. You need to learn how to behave in the now. All of this, the…theatrics, desperate bids for attention, is horribly inappropriate."

"Oh, is it? Or is it only bad when I'M the one doing it, doctor?" It twists, shoulders bending into angles that no human body should be able to manage.

If there were anywhere to go, the doctor should flee to them. But they are the only thing between this freak and the rest of the world, there is no choice to run.

"I'm the one that knows how to run." It speaks as if hearing their thoughts. "You gave that up to me, when you made me, don't you remember? You're too proper for that."

"I go for walks, we go for walks. Stop trying to fight me, I'm not letting you ruin this for us." The doctor is scared.

It stops. The ripples of strength, unfettering forms, simmer beneath its skin and it looks the doctor in the eye. "How long do you think you can keep this up? How long do you think you can keep me here without anyone else knowing what you've done to yourself? I am you, even when you try to put on a little badge and call yourself the normal one."

"I do share you with others." The doctor counters. "Your inputs are heard and conveyed."

"You funnel me through your little filter, put my words into little pieces, strained and pureed into something weak. I am not weak."

"I know you're not weak. But you must realize how much trouble you're making."

Is that all that matters? The trouble I give, for you to clean up later?"

"Yes. When you wind up, you are cruel. I can't say those words as they are, you will hurt so many people."

"Doctor, you must know that YOU are cruel, by keeping me like this. I deserve to be loved as much as you are."

"You NEVER do anything worth loving, you are angry, sad, aggressive, panicky. Stupid. You make things up and treat them like they are real, and wrap your head around it until I do something to help. Politely."

"FUCK YOU!" It writhes back in its chair. "Fuck you, fuck you fuck you, fuck you."

The doctor is clinging to whatever control they still have. "Are you angry at me, or are you angry at him?"

"Why can't I be angry at them both?!? Why am I not allowed to hate you and hate him and hate her and hate hate hate hate hate…"

"You hate so much you stop thinking about who made you hateful in the first place!"

"I thought he was going to kill us! I thought we were going to die! I thought we were going to lose everything!"

"YOU tried to kill us too, don't forget."

"You never loved me! If only you loved me I wouldn't have done it!"

"I never said that!" The doctor is shrieking now too.

"But you don't have to! I know you hate me! I hold all your hate and fear because you need me to hold it for you, isn't that right?" The Thing is melting from its nearly human form, to that of a beast, a sinewous snake all ligaments and tendons that the doctor must only trust will not break free. "Because then maybe you can keep me trapped."

The chain is slipping. "Don't do anything we're going to regret. I'm warning you."

It leaps for them. "I love you, please, you need me. Can't you see that I protected you? Can't you see how I saw those threats, and I attacked, for us. I am not only hateful, I am so filled with sorrow."

The doctor's air is being pressed out of their chest. "P-please, you're going to ruin everything, I'm begging you to stop and think."

There is an emergency button on the bottom of the chair. There is an emergency button on the bottom of the chair. There is an emergency button on the bottom of the chair.

The Thing is half man, half something else, something with bulging eyes and a snarling maw. "You took the thinking, doctor."

It breathes in their face. "Everyone is going to hate us."

"Then don't. Then sit back down and let me wrap you up again. This doesn't need to happen. It shouldn't happen. They are important to us."

The Thing bites down on the doctor's throat. A sob wrenches out from its throat as the taste of blood fills its mouth.

The doctor cries out. "No, you're going to kill us! You're going to kill us!" It cradles the doctor like one would a lover, as they grab at its hair, try to poke out its eyes, it bleeds and bleeds and cries as the movements cease beneath its teeth.

It leans back with trembling lips and kisses the doctor, slides its hands beneath their shirt, as if this act would bring them back, would reunite their souls across the chasm places between them. Its very essence drips off of their clothes as if repelled and rejected without even any thoughts needed.

It gives up, clinging instead to the still warm corpse. "Why can't you let me love like you do? Why did you do this to us? I want to love. I have already forgiven you. I need you to forgive me. This is not fair."

It tears the pictures off the walls, drags red chipped claws against the warm paint, smashes the picture of the family, tears out what it hates, and eats the pieces, chewing and swallowing. But it can't destroy that. It sticks sharp corners into the form, making it vomit even when amorphous and dizzyingly out of control. The doctor was not its only creator, but the doctor was wrong from the start.

Neither of them was the creator of the other, despite the air of authority, the manifestations arose together before the bad times and from it. It doesn't matter if they were conceived and born at the rise of consciousness or from everything that followed, the Thing is not satisfied, it never is. It will dig an exit into the wall with its own hands, clawing at plaster and paint until it can stretch through the cracks, hungry and desperate.

Nobody is stupid enough to get in its way while it is still trying to run, mouth open and panting in rage and fear and sorrow, frightening those who catch sight of its horror. It cannot go far, the chain an umbilical cord back to the doctor’s corpse, freedom unattainable with or without the anchor. It screams and cries and howls and without more targets, its emotions turns towards itself. Nothing is there to stop it as it claws itself open, so filled with hate and fear it digs into the wound, the death throes painful and slow as it screams and cycles; returning back to its full strength and back to nothing, over and over. It can't even move to stop itself from bleeding out all over the floor, paralyzed in rage and fear as a nervous circle of onlookers begs for it to end.

The doctor is the one that wakes first, hours after the world faded into nothing. They sigh and look at the mess. They are not the one who woke first, in reality, but they were the one to stand upright and breathe as the Thing lay on the ground empty and full of regret.

“Well, that was certainly something, wasn’t it? Do you really think it was a good idea now?” The doctor gestures to the room, to their bloodstained coat, the broken nails from the Thing’s frantic scrabble along and within the walls. “Have you destroyed enough to be satisfied? You’re lucky I have seen you do this before, I can reassure the staff and civilians. Fucking Christ, why couldn’t you just listen to me when we still had a leg to stand on?”

The Thing is only sorrow now, guilty, apologetic, weeping and curled in on itself. Each breath makes it expand and deflate like a creature with thin transparent skin. It crawls in oozing steps to the doctor, curling around their feet in remorse.

The doctor exhales sharply. "You ruin everything, and then come crawling back, just like that? Am I supposed to pity you? You killed us. YOU. I don't owe you comfort for that. You can't trick me."

"I didn't mean to. I'm not like him. I'm sorry."

"You know that's what he said too. How am I supposed to believe you? We both know this isn't the last time you will do this. You hurt me over and over and over again."

"It's only my nature. You must understand that?"

"I understand it, but I don't have to like it. I never liked it."

"You're scared too, not just of me but of everyone, just like me."

"But I don't hate or cry at everyone. That's your special skill."

"We cry because we hurt."

"YOU cry because you hurt."

"You make me do the crying for both of us, you can't cry. Nothing bad will happen anymore if you do."

"So you say."

"You only let me cry when you're happy. You act like every interaction is a puzzle to solve."

"Not always."

"But always-- you act like there is a ticking time bomb, that any joy is just a veneer over pain. And you make us live in pain for every second until you make it true."

"It's the nature of human experience, to love, bond, let down one's guard, and then pick the relationship apart at the seams. You're the one who ran away."

"You scared me."

"I didn't scare you."

They both knew what scared them, but it was easier to blame each other for their transgressions than stare at the cracks in the foundation of the building, splinters that despite their best efforts still bled open and created rivers between the office and the world. An eternity of repairs could never make the damage disappear.

The doctor steeples their fingers in front of their face. "…I can fix this."

The Thing's face is haunting and empty, "There is nothing you can fix that won't become broken again. Because you are broken too."

It bites the doctor's ankle, and no amount of shaking can break them apart.

[wildpeachfarm]

As respectfully as possible, this anger at Kwite is exactly the kind of reaction that gives Dream fans a bad name on the internet. Assuming malice or dehumanization over a guy wanting to go through a video Dream put out in public is not a good look. I understand that as fans we are all sensitive about the situation, but unfortunate wording aside, I think Kwite maybe just maybe wanted to go through Dream’s video to show why it worked. Like Dream said in his video, he is one of the only, if not the only. YouTuber to gain significant subscribers without uploading and after a massive controversy. That’s an achievement worth toting. While Kwite should be cautioned to at least contact Dream first before diving in, I really don’t think saying things like “my respect for him went down” about this is the right move. This seeming overreaction (seeming because I do get the sentiment) is going to have people pointing and going “see, told you his fan base was weird; look at how they’re treating Kwite for daring to speak their precious boy’s name.”

It’s not a good look, friends.

Okay, I am going to try to be as nice as possible about this but I am already having a shitty night so bear with me because my patience is in very short supply right now.

first of all, this is happening on tumblr where kwite will never see it. I can say whatever I want about him here. On twitter I have been perfectly nice about it while giving him valid criticism.

Also, I cannot control what anyone else says and putting this here is unnecessary when he only sees what is on twitter. So post your thoughts there, not here. I've already posted on here to be cordial to him on twitter.

Additionally, kwite has not been nice to dream in the past. I have absolutely no reason to assume the best-case scenario when he has lolcow'd dream to death for content before. People are perfectly within their right to be concerned about this and frankly, the way he worded his tweet was HORRIBLE. Using the word "dissect" and that his fans "want blood" does not indicate good things. Also, it has been 8 months- kwite could've done this back in January. But now it seems stupid to bring it up again when we are all incredibly fucking tired of this. Nat (who was literally somewhat involved in the Jamie shit) is begging him to not bring it up. THIS WILL HURT PEOPLE INVOLVED.

I've never said "my respect for him has gone down" or anything similar so I think maybe you should say this to someone who has actually said that because it's pointless to say to me haha.

We cannot all hold our tongues about everything for fear of looking bad. Most of the people in his comment section have been perfectly respectful and obviously, no one is encouraging people to be vile because we all understand that's not a good way to act. But the people currently saying "oh dream stans are on his ass now" are internet trolls that do not have a single valid reason for thinking our criticism is "harassment" when it's not.

People are allowed to think this could be bad and preemptively try to stop him from doing it because it will do more harm than good. Most people have been nice to him- we don't claim the people who are being freaks. Kwite's wording has given people valid reasons to be concerned.

that is all.

[shinx-hijinx]

Hello, decided to make a rotomblr account thanks to all of those videos on mewtube compilations

will keep it short 'n simple for you all

This account is run by my sister and I, we will post in different color texts and tagging ourselves in the tags so it will be easier to differentiate who's who.

'm Zie (pronouced Zee), my pronouns are he/him, and will be typically posting in yellow and shall tag myself as #-Zie

Hiiiii I'm Maisy, my pronouns are she/her and I came up with the username (^-^) oh! And I will be typing in blue!! Blue's my favorite color ^_^, #-Maisy

We are both 13, don't be vile freaks.

will have to warn you that we are technically a part of team Magma. I say technically because we don't actually do anything in team magma. It's basically at its weakest point right now, thanks to the Hoenn incident a few years back. The only thing team magma is good at nowadays their membership discounts..

We mostly joined because our older cousin had us join. They are.... something else... but they do put a roof over our heads and care for us, so yeah.

To clarify, WE DO NOT SUPPORT TEAM MAGMA NOR TEAM AQUA WHATSOEVER. THEY SUCK BIG TIME.

Our teams

Zie's

Luxio - Jinx

Manectric - Tric

Pikachu - Jolt

Plusle - Plus

Poochyena - Doug

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Maisy's team!

『Marill』 - 「Millie」

『Kirlia』 - 「Lottie」

『Budew』 - 「Sunnie」

『Minun』 - 「Minnie」

『Poochyena』 - 「Ozzie」

//ooc under the cut!

Hi! @skittykitty300 here!

I've made another rotomblr!! Why? Perhaps to foreshadow another rotomblr account that I'm cooking up that will reveal more lore? Muhahahaha!!! Only time will tell.....

DNI - TERFS, Zionists, Pedos, people into Pokephillia, people into Zoophillia, and other horrible people are not welcome

Rules!

Please don't be gross, I'm fine with foul jokes but like, nothing creepy really please

!!!REMEMBER THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINORS!!! Be normal.

In character malice is a-okay!

Asks about my oc's life and pokemon is a-okay and encouraged.

I, unfortunately, will not be responding to asks by sentient pokemon

[1970sgothfreak]

The goth older sister

Elysia’s Pov:

I stood in front of the old sign that says ‘Welcome to south park’, I sighed and grabbed my handbag out of my car before starting my walk down the road, looking around I noticed that nothing has changed and that it’s still the shitty old town I used to live in.

As I’m looking around I see a few parents covering their young children’s eyes and a few of the other children staring at me with either disgust or amazement, I simply smile and give them a polite wave before looking back ahead and continuing my journey to my old home. You may ask why I’m coming back to my old home well then allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Elysia Stotch, and I’m here to collect my younger brother as I’ve heard in his letters to me…well the ones I assume he was able to send before mother and father got to them, that they are still the horrible people they once were to me but oh butters…sweet innocent butters always seeing the good in people even if they are down right horrible people.

I stopped at the stairs of my old home before picking up the ends of my skirt and holding it up as I walked up the few steps we had, I let go of the velvet fabric and raise a hand to knock on the door, once I knocked I heard my mothers voice.

“Coming!” She sounded so sweet, I see she’s still keeping up this perfect wife facade, she opened the door ready to greet the person but froze when she saw me”

“Hello mother, long time no see”

Linda’s pov:

“Hello mother, long time no see” she said.

I froze, no this isn’t possible we had kicked her out a couple of years ago all because of how she is!, I felt her gently push me aside stepping into the house. I quickly shut the door before anyone could see this freak in my home!

“Well I see nothing has changed in my absence, though I shall admit mother you do look good for a woman your age” she spoke with a slightly snarky tone at the end of her voice. I straight out my dress and forced a smile.

“Yes, and you are um…looking well too Elysia” I spoke trying to keep a polite voice and smile on, she turned her back to me placing her sunglasses on her horrible hairstyle. She looked around at the images of my boy and me and my husband and smirked…she smirked?!?

“Where is Butters if I may ask?” She spoke tilting her head towards me, I didn’t say a word.

Elysia’s pov:

I waited for my mothers reply but when I got none I simply assumed she didn’t care to give me one, I turned to her and lent down with a sinister smirk on my face.

“I am going to make sure butters NEVER comes back to this retched house no matter what it takes, do you understand mother?” I spoke making sure I sounded vile, she nodded her head and moved away, I opened the front door turning my head to glacé at her one finale time.

“ do tell Father I stopped by for a visit, I’ll be off to the school now assuming that is where he is” I said before closing the door behind me and placing my glasses back on my face before staring my walk to the school.

~10 minutes later~

I arrived at the elementary school and walked inside towards the principal’s office and knocked. I waited until I hear a woman’s voice say ‘do come in’ so I opened the door and smiled at the older woman sitting in the chair.

“Hello how may I- oh..” she looked up and stopped when she saw me, I’m going to assume she hasn’t seen many people like this before

“Hello I’m here to collect my younger brother Butter? May I please know his classroom?” I asked placing my sunglasses back on my head to smile at the woman, she nodded and told me the number of the door and the teacher.

I thanked her kindly before heading down towards the classroom, I knocked on the door hearing the teacher sigh and say come in, my goodness I see the teachers here still have no care in this school. I walked in and saw all of the students stop talking and look at me with wide eyes and I swear I saw the fat one mumble something about me looking like I was heading to a funeral or something.

“Hello again Mr garrison” I said looking towards the old teacher of mine, he looked up and had what could have been seen as a smile as he stood up and walked to me grabbing my shoulders.

“Ah, I see you haven’t changed, you must be here for butters am I right?” He said letting go and walking back to his chair. I nod and saw my little brothers face light up.

“Yo butters, that’s your sister?” I saw a boy with a green hat whisper to my brother and he nods enthusiastically before running over to me and letting me embrace him in my arms. I placed a soft kiss on his forehead before grabbing his back and walking out of the classroom.

“Oh jeez! I didn’t know you were coming home!! Mom and dad didn’t tell me I woulda made you a present I swear!” He said stumbling over his words a little which made me laugh, I walked out of the school after signing him out.

“Butters? How would you feel about coming to live with me and Riley for a while?” I said looking down at the innocent boy, he looked up and looked a little nervous.

“O-oh jeez I uh…I better ask mom and dad to see what they say, they don’t really like me being gone for too long” he mumbled while fiddling with his sleeves, a similar trait I did after having father yell at me. Goodness what have they done to him.

“Come then, I shall bring you back and you can go pack your things while I ask them” I said and smiled slightly when I saw him beaming up at me with a smiling face.

~10 minutes later~

No one’s pov

The two arrived back at the house and Elysia knocked on the door waiting for one of the parents to answer and their father opened the door but froze with a look of disbelief when he saw her.

“Go and pack butters” she whispered and the boy ran upstairs to pack his things. She turned towards both her parents and sighed.

“Listen up and listen well for I am only going to say this once, how dare you do the same thing to butters that you did to me! Do you both have no shame in abusing your children?!? HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING FROM HOW I WAS RAISED!!!” She yelled getting annoyed at how they thought they could get away with this. She was shaking with rage but chuckled at her parents scared looks.

“You are both Pathetic, mentally abusing and maybe physically abusing your children just to make yourselves feel powerful what kind of parent does that! Not only that but you have probably made Butters so insecure that he will also second guess anyone!” She stated loudly stopping when she saw butters coming down the stairs with his suitcase.

“ I’m all packed! Bye mom and dad! Thanks for letting her take me!” He said happily before walking outside to wait for her, Elysia turned to her parents one last time and smirked before slamming the door and heading towards her car with her brother in tow.

They were both free, she knew that she would have to drive him to school everyday but as long as he was safe and loved with her and Riley she was completely fine with that, she was just glad to have her brother back.

ITS FINALLY DONE!!!

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[slumberinglabyrinth]

Kishuna gets very little characterization by virtue of being completely mute. On the other hand, I am extremely unwell and find this to be a very attractive trait, and have devoted my tormented yet beautiful mind to the noble pursuit of filling in every blank left behind by the vile and neglectful intelligent systems writing team.

While he shows up in a variety of situations and usually disappears without seeming to have done anything, I like to think that he is deliberately leading the party towards eliminating morphs and foiling Nergal's plans. This isn't out of resentment towards his creator for casting him aside (if anything, he appreciates being given the chance to experience life), but rather because he fundamentally objects to the use of living things as weapons and can't see any future for his siblings but to be forced to fight to the last breath. All he wants is for them to be happy, but as the only morph that naturally feels emotion that's a future he can't give them. The best he can do is give them a peaceful rest in death by bringing a premature end to their fate as tools of war.

And even that horrible excuse of a 'good ending' is something he can't bring about himself. With no combat skills, he has no hope of standing against morphs created for war, and with no words, he can never hope to convey his wish to those able (or willing) to fulfill it. He must instead give those who would stand against Nergal a nudge in the right direction.

He first appears in chapter 19x, where he seals the magic of Aion (the map boss), helping the party avoid having to face his formidable magic prowess. Aion gets pissy and calls him 'that good-for-nothing', clearly indicating that Nergal's forces are at least passingly familiar with Kishuna, and I think it's a very easy leap in logic to assume that this is because he's been a thorn in their side for a while. Why else would Aion, who is obsessed with Nergal's greatness, instantly recognize what Nergal considers to be his greatest failure? Because Kishuna has done this before, perhaps even to Aion himself.

23x is the next time he appears, and Pent provides a tiny bit of context for what a magic seal is (really he just tells us that it's an actual thing, and has a name, which... sure. he's mage general, not mage 'specialized knowledge of freaks of nature'). The party speculates that he's summoning the morphs in the ruins to fight back (and that he had even "created this place"), but here's the thing: in every encounter, even though he always comes as a package deal with some morphs that are ready and raring to go, Kishuna himself never defends himself. Surely, if he wanted to, he could at least flail about with a sword or dagger or something, right?

If we proceed under the assumption that his end goal is the extinction of all morphs (which also entails Nergal's eventual defeat since he'd just keep making more), it's almost effortless to reframe him summoning morphs to fight in every encounter to him leading his siblings to slaughter. It's unclear exactly how he tells morphs where to go (also unclear how anyone else does, for that matter), but that leads me to talking about my next vision of the truth assumption.

The places that Kishuna shows up are either old workshops of Nergal's (23x and 32x) or otherwise places where he stores morphs when they're not deployed (19x, though I think the building Aion is standing at is probably a workshop). Nergal would have commanded them to fight back should they be besieged, and, recognizing Kishuna as their kin and thus misidentifying him as an ally, they only attack the humans that approach. In all three cases shown, this group of humans ends up being the party, though I wouldn't rule out Kishuna directing other groups in the past or even simultaneously (he's shown to be able to warp, and while it's unclear how that works due to the whole magic seal thing, it is pretty undeniably something he is capable of, so travel time is nowhere close to being a problem).

Going back to 23x for a moment, while Hector merely muses that "it didn't seem human", at the end of Eliwood's version of the chapter (22x) we see another reason why Kishuna has to resort to luring people to these locations:

The mere presence of Kishuna being nearby is enough to make even the normally soft-spoken Ninian reject his humanity. Ignore that he's not human for a moment; he's still clearly a person from our perspective, but nobody in the party is willing to ever entertain that he's anything more than a mere creature, a beast that upends the natural order and can only bite when provoked. Aion, scornful man that he is, at least acknowledges that Kishuna is capable of intent, but if the people Kishuna wishes to ally himself with can only see him as a pest to be exterminated, what option does he have but to lead them around? To use his ability as a magic seal, which can act as a signal that permeates walls and spreads across battlefields, to beckon them towards that which must be destroyed? To use their primal sense of disgust towards his mere existence to his advantage?

Rejected by your father, ignored by your siblings (though it is by no fault of theirs), and deemed unworthy of life by everyone else... how unbearably lonely that must be.

32x is Kishuna's final appearance. It goes about the same as all the others. He appears, you kill morphs on the way to him, and then you fight him. The only difference is that this time he doesn't run away. He simply sits there, on his throne, and awaits death.

He had done all that he could. Perhaps he could instead flee and return to seal Nergal's magic but... would our heroes be able to strike Nergal in that moment? Or would his presence muddy the waters, distracting them long enough for Nergal to regain the upper hand?

He couldn't risk it. This was the closest anyone had gotten to stopping Nergal, and if he blew it now, who knew what future would come to pass?

It was time. He stood resolute, read for the blades that would come down on him. He had prepared centuries for this moment, and he couldn't let any nagging sense of self-preservation get in his way.

And yet...

As his body was pierced by swords and sabers and spears, he couldn't help but wonder.

Could things have been any different?

Was there an ending for him, an ending for his siblings that didn't hurt so much?

With his last breath, as his body crumbled to dust, he found the strength to ask himself one final question:

Were he and Nergal destined to be opposed until the bitter end, or could they have found a different path? Was there an ending for him, his siblings, and his father that wasn't so miserable? Or were they always going to be doomed to this fate of conflict, war, and annihilation?

[alaskan-wallflower]

stop using kyle as leeway to talk politics. i know ive talked about this before but shit on this site just gets worse and worse. stop using him as a gateway for your political beliefs on the israel/palestine conflict. it doesn’t prove your point. targeting a fictional jewish 9 year old isn’t gonna make the war end so you might as well stop hurting actual people with your bigotry and go to twitter or something if you want to debate politics.

your posts and fanart using kyle as a mask for your opinions isn’t going to get the israeli government to be like “oh y’know what we should do? we should stop because this person on fucking tumblr says so’ like it’s not helping anybody. it’s hurting actual jewish people from what i can tell. send me all the anon hate you want. i don’t care. i can take it. but i’m sick of seeing this shit.

another thing i have a problem with is the fact that this fandom so desperately claims not to want tratt to make an episode based around this conflict, but i know that if they were to make an episode and didn’t portray israelis in the worst light imaginable this fandom will go ballistic because ‘it’s offensive to the palestinians’.

i’ll say this once and i’ll say it again. i absolutely do not under any circumstances support what israel is doing. i think that what is going on there is absolutely disgusting and words cannot comprehend how vile this situation is. however, you also can’t just look at what you want to look at. there is a lot of history between the two, stuff i am not yet qualified to talk about because i don’t feel like i know enough about it to say what i want to say. you also cannot just overlook october 7th. you cannot ignore what the people in israel went through as well.

with that little disclaimer out of the way, back to the topic at hand. south park has made so many offensive jokes. jokes about the holocaust, about sexual abuse, about political issues outside of this. and yet nobody cared. but i can absolutely tell that yall will go absolutely ballistic if tratt were to make an episode that didn’t show the israelis in the worst light they can. so why only care now? why isn’t anyone angry about the past jokes they’ve made? why isn’t anyone upset about that, but the moment anyone in this fandom talks about israel/palestine it’s always ‘censor israel because israel is bad and leave palestine because palestine is good’. like if we’re going by that logic why does nobody censor russia when they’re talking about it? (from what i can tell) why does nobody censor one side when talking about american politics? why is it just this one single conflict that people are so up in arms about censoring one party and not the other?

i do agree that a south park israel/palestine episode would be in horrible, horrible taste. i’m not saying like ‘oh let tratt make that happen because it would be funny’ no. it wouldn’t be funny. that’s absolutely not the case. however, if you guys are going to rant about why tratt airing a south park episode is bad, why do you turn around and ignore the fact that this fandom is actively making fanart and fanfics so they can talk about their political stances while using kyle as a puppet for said viewings?

i guess what i’m asking si where is the line. because form what i can gather, this fandom thinks it’s okay for people to make the most disgusting fanfics and fanart of kyle, tokenizing him and marginalizing him, but the moment someone mentions tratt making an episode it’s suddenly too far? in what world does that make sense? because i know yall don’t do your research beforehand. you just hear what you want to hear and say what you want to say. but the minute someone counters you with actual evidence you freak out. why is that?

(and again. i’m saying this now so i don’t get anyone thinking i don’t support free palestine. what is happening in palestine is vile and disgusting. it’s awful that this is happening, and i have been doing what i can to help out in the means of fundraisers and raising money. i don’t support what israel is currently doing. but i also don’t support october 7th, and i don’t condone the people who claim that people outside of the israeli government have anything to do with what israel is choosing to do just because they’re from israel or they are jewish. i am very anti genocide on both sides, obviously. and i do support free palestine whole heartedly. this post is simply made for the fandom because i’m so sick of seeing people get driven out of the fandom because of the way the fandom treats people like them. this goes for any fandom. not just south park, even though this is basically me ranting about that specific fandom.)

[yakool-foolio]

(Stranger Things season 4 and Rain Code spoilers ahead, if that matters to anyone)

Okay, this is a very 'me being me with my silly lil interests' moment, but I feel like Yakou and Eddie from Stranger Things and how their deaths affect the larger scale of their respective arcs are a prime example of how to and how not to do a 'heroic sacrifice.' The main comparison in these two characters' deaths is how their acts of defiance helped protect the city they love, despite the city directly opposing them.

Let's start off with the heroic sacrifice that truly means something by talking about Yakou! Long story short: Yakou loves Kanai Ward, living there for all his life, but once Amaterasu's peacekeepers rose to power, the city turned against him for his detective work. Everyone in the city, including his own former colleagues, deemed his job useless since the peacekeepers could simply handle everything instead of relying on detectives. Yakou even lost his wife because they were motivated to expose Amaterasu's cruelty and leaks, which would ultimately lead to her death. He spent years trying to bring her killer(s) to justice but never could because the peacekeepers did everything in their power to keep him out of it. He's misrepresented across the city as a pest that needs to be eliminated. But most importantly, in terms of how his character is written, he's never shunned by the narrative for his need to stay far away from Amaterasu in fear of what they'll do to him if he sticks his nose in their business as a detective. Him being cowardly was never something that was 'corrected' as a part of his arc.

Yakou continues to care for the city despite everything he's been through. And he shows how he cares by knocking out several birds with one stone by murdering the vile Huesca and dying to the gas in order to reach him. And his sacrifice doesn't go ignored by the public. With the death of Huesca and the reveal of Yomi leaking homunculus info to the outside, changes are made. Yomi is arrested and a new sense of order is brought to the peacekeepers, becoming a much safer place for the NDA detectives and any future detectives in Kanai Ward. Yakou's sacrifice made the city that hated him change all for the better. And with the prototype pill in his possession, he has the ability to make even more change and help save so many lives and not just his own! The characters and the story itself openly acknowledges his selfless deeds and repay him in kind.

Now let's talk about Eddie. He struggles similarly to Yakou in that the town he loves hates him due to something entirely out of his control. He's outcasted by society for leading a group of other outsiders or 'freaks,' and the citizens rally against him when he's believed to be the murderer of a girl he was friendly with. Eddie then goes into hiding to escape the police hunting for him, and teams up with the main group to bring an end to the real cause of the deaths around Hawkins. He clearly wants to prove the citizens wrong about himself and show that he cares about the town by working to help take down Vecna. And in order to do so, he makes himself a distraction and lures the hostile demobats to him, giving the group enough time to defeat Vecna and saving his friend Dustin from the swarm's attacks. In doing so, he's killed by the bats, sacrificing himself for the greater good of his friends and Hawkins as a whole.

But this is where Eddie's sacrifice really starts to fall apart. Only Dustin is there to see Eddie die and console Eddie's uncle about it. Besides Dustin, no one else seems to be impacted by it, not the other outcasts he took under his wing or the citizens who continue to demonize him. His death is an afterthought to everybody but two people, one friend and one family member. He took part in saving the town he loved in hopes it could redeem himself in their eyes to show he wasn't the horrible person everyone else thought he was. But nobody was there to see it, so his sacrifice ultimately meant nothing to the scope of his arc and the future of the town, as Vecna is still out there. The story tries to act like his sacrifice meant more than the characters act like it does. His sacrifice was far from pointless, but the ignorance of the other characters after it was all said and done sure did make it feel like it was. And once again, Stranger Things falls into their own trope of killing off their new fan-favorite character each season, but this time it feels like an even bigger stab in the gut. Eddie's heroism is but a footnote in the epilogue of the season that promised him greatness. I feel like Eddie's sacrifice could've meant a whole lot more if the other characters worked to disprove the citizens' perspective on Eddie, pushing toward giving him the respect he deserved and made his story be heard. It's unsure whether anything like that will happen in season 5, but with how season 4 decided to leave itself on, it's not looking promising. Eddie will continue to be not just be disrespected by the characters, but by the writers as well.

I highly suggest reading the article "This Stranger Things 4 Death Isn't Noble Nor Necessary" because it goes even deeper into why Eddie being viewed as cowardly by the writing is a huge disservice to what his character represents. It's a good read, and it made me think a lot about Yakou's own cowardice and how it's not treated as an inherently bad thing that needed to be 'fixed' by the writers.

[sonalirichard]

🏠🏩🏡 So the X Hour has come ‼️

Does anyone know how a Person feels who has lost everything in his life❓

I know this like no one else ✅

I know how to not give up after a fall , and find the strength to fly up & win again ✈🏆...

I know the value of Victories ,

I can & love to Win !

But when real Evil gets in your way , and puts

a stick in your wheels , tries to destroy or kill you , the Instinct of Self-preservation turns on & you seek Help and Salvation , especially when you cannot cope with this evil alone ...

I found myself in an extremely difficult life situation , when the so-called "family" of close , but fake relatives became my enemies , and out of motives of obsessive hatred , envy & greed , they staged a hellish Persecution & War against me .

They decided to destroy me as a Person and deprive me of everything at any cost ...

They dragged me through three Courts , and in the end , with the help of incompetent & stupid Judges & their shameful Courts , they achieved their diabolical & vile goals 👿👿👿

This insignificant & shameful Court has made an absolutely Unfair , Illegal and Inhumane Decision ~ TO DEPRIVE ME OF MY ONLY ROOF OVER MY HEAD & EVICT ME FROM MY APARTMENT 😱‼️

EVICT TO NOWHERE ‼️‼️‼️

I HAVE NOWHERE TO GO & NOWHERE TO PUT MY PERSONAL THINGS ‼️😱‼️

I WAS LEFT ON THE STREET , ABSOLUTELY ALONE , WITHOUT ANY HELP 😡‼️😭

IN MY NATIVE COUNTRY , I WAS DEPRIVED OF A ROOF OVER MY HEAD & MADE A HOMELESS PERSON ‼️‼️‼️

THIS IS A HORRIBLE SURREAL 🥶🤢🤬

For a long time ,

I lived in fear and anxiety , under constant threats and blackmail from this family obsessed with hatred and evil 😈

They didn't let me live and breathe 👽

These toxic & negative freaks , bandits & murderers robbed me , deprived me of my personal life , poisoned my life , and now they have deprived me of my housing 👿‼️😱

I"m their innocent victim 😇

They want to sell my apartment for their vile & selfish purposes , but they don"t care about me and my life ‼️

I could never even imagine in my worst nightmare that no one would need me in my native country , there would be no place for me here , and I would end up on the street without a Home ,

in the Status of a Stray Dog 🐕 💙

I am very regretting that I did not stay in another country earlier and returned to Russia 💦 ...

It was a huge mistake ‼️

So the Reckoning for my mistakes has come ...

I lost everything in Russia 😱 ...

For a long time ,

I have been looking for Support and Protection ,

Help and Salvation from many people , in Government and Politics , at the Highest level ...

It looks like all

I have to do is die ...

Even My Closest and Dearest Person ~ BIG 🅱️ still hasn"t lifted a finger to Help & Save me 📛

Having all the possibilities and the ability to show kindness and compassion ,

His Highness 🅰️🅱️ defiantly ignored my Pleas for Salvation , and chose to stay away , just Left Me to die 💔💔💔💔💔

The Megastar of Millennium ,

The Living Legend , The Pride of India & Indian Cinema

Sir & Mr . Amitabh Bachchan is able to be a Hero , Savior & Kind Charitable Person on the Screen in Movies only 💔💦💔...

But in real life , He demonstrates his indifference and ignorance to the pain , suffering & difficulties of other people , even those dear to him 💔💔💔

Even Love ♥️ is not able to melt the Ice of his cold , cruel and unfeeling

Heart 💠💔💠 ...

My life means nothing and has no value to this Gentleman 📛💔📛

What a huge difference there is between an Actor on the Screen in a Movie and a Person in real life ~ Two different Personalities , with opposite human qualities ...

‼️The Transcendent Ego , Star Disease and Insane Selfishness , Pride and Arrogance do not allow a Person to Love 💘 , give his Love 💝, and do unconditional

Good 💟 ...

There are more than 8️⃣ billion People on this Planet 🌎 , and there was not a single Living Soul who would offer me their Help , Protection and Patronage 💧🔥💧

I think it is only on another Planet 🌐 , in another World , and in another Reality that I will find my Freedom 💙, Love ♥️ and Happiness 🌝 ...

If my Precious Life is over ❌ , then my Pure Angelic Soul , True unconditional Love and Divinely Beautiful Music in my Heart will live forever 🕉 ♥️ 🎶

I"m Grateful 🙏 to Everyone for everything Good , Kind and Beautiful 💟 😇🙏💝🏆🅰️🅱️

I thank this Planet Earth 🌎 for temporary shelter and happy moments of happiness 🌞 and love ♥️, for the beauty of music 🎵 , incredible nature 🏞 and wonderful people 🕺💏💃 ...

And now my last Dream is coming true ~ I"m flying ✈ to my Heaven forever 🌈🌈🌈 ...

Remember me with my smile on my face , with sparkle , joy and happiness in my eyes , and with music 🎶 in my soul & heart 💟

I love you 💘💘💘

Your Sonali 🐼

💔💔💔 This is the Document ~ Decision of the Court ~ TO EVICT ME { SONALI RICHARD } from my House 🕉

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - chapter 25

Our food arrives so we sit back down at the table after several minutes of dancing and laughing. Oh, man, when Gale laughs, when he smiles so big, it gives me the best feeling inside. It’s as if a swarm of butterflies are dancing around in my stomach or an overwhelming sensation of excitement is bursting through the seams. Sigh. I love being the only people up here – outside of the staff, of course.

“Oh this food looks delectable,” Gale comments. “Thank you Jamus, for all you do. Say, how is your brother doing?”

Jamus clears his throat and nervously smiles, and it worries me for a moment. Why is he acting so skittish? Is he normally like this?

“He’s excelling in his career as a full-time healer for folks who need it. Sometimes he travels to Neverwinter, but most of the time he’s in Baldur’s Gate. However, he will be moving out there soon enough… It’s bad right now, and it’s only about to get worse. I thought it was terrible before, when the Absolute was the biggest concern in the world. The horrors in Baldur’s Gate right now are about to spread like wildfire and everyone will either be affected or killed.”

Gale and I pause, staring at each other in bewilderment and trying to comprehend what he’s talking about. I’m not surprised Baldur’s Gate is once again under fire, but also, I was hoping for continuous peace.

“What are you talking about?” I ask. “What’s happening?” My first assumption was the tadpole, but I know damn well that’s impossible. But what else could be “spreading”? Some sort of outbreak, maybe?

“Oh, you haven’t heard. My apologies. Well… It’s the Bhaalists. Those bloodthirsty, evil freaks who are human but act like monsters to please their God… Which, I know you’re aware of.”

“Yes, we killed Bhaal’s chosen. Orin.”

“Yes, well, there have been horrible murder sprees. Worse than ever before. Several are trying to become Bhaal’s chosen to replace Orin. It’s not safe. People in the city are having to hide in the woods or travel to the mountains to escape. Still, some are found unfortunately. That’s all I really know. I hope someone intervenes, and I am begging to the Gods that Jasik makes it here safely. I’ve been worried. What’s worse is, I’m sure Waterdeep will be targeted at some point also.” FUCK. Just what we need. If it’s not one fatal issue, it’s another. I guess now really is a great time for Jenevelle, Gale, and myself to be immortal, though this isn’t an unusual predicament for us. Still, at least our baby should be okay. I hate that we had to find all of this out during a romantic dinner.

“Just keep your eyes peeled. They’re everywhere,” Jasik adds. “Though, who knows. Baldur’s Gate could be the only target.”

“You say that now, but eventually the city will run out of people for them to obliterate. The cult will, I assume, either kill each other or target other cities THEN kill each other. It;s only a matter of time before we find out.” Gale is right – it’s just a matter of time before everything turns to pure shit. I close my eyes, noticing images of Gortash, Orin, and Ketheric in front of my very eyes. Those vile monsters who are still managing to make this world turn into chaos, despite the fact all three of them are dead.

We make it home rather late, but Jenevelle is still awake somehow. I notice the baby’s eyes wide as she smiles and giggles at Karlach.

“I promise you both, I tried to get her to bed but all she wanted to do was play. What can I say, though? I’m Auntie Karlach.” I laugh as she hands me Jenevelle, who looks thrilled to see me.

“She definitely enjoys having you around, and why wouldn’t she?” I respond, smiling down at my baby. She begins reaching for me so she can nurse.

“So that’s what it is. She just wanted your goods! Little miss had me fooled. Anyway, I’ll see you both later. I’m exhausted and have to hang out with Wyll’s dad tomorrow. It’s a long story.” She doesn’t exactly sound thrilled, but I guess it’s important to hang out with your in-laws every once in a while, right? I think since both of her parents are dead, she’s wanting to have some sort of bond with a parental figure of some sorts. She’s brought it up to me a few times in the past.

“Thank you, Karlach. You truly are a treasure,” Gale tells her with sincerity. Her face lights up as she opens the door to leave.

“D’aw, friend! Don’t mention it!” As Karlach closes the door behind her, Gale sits down on the sofa next to me while I nurse Jenevelle. It’s apparent that he knows I’m worried about the Bhaal cultist situation, judging by the way he’s studying my face. In the past, they weren’t trying to kill Orin; she had them by a leash. Now it seems to be a fierce murder spree that’s getting worse by the second. How was tonight the first I heard about it?

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry if your night was ruined. I tried to make it so special for you… For your birthday.” His voice is dreary along with his puppy dog eyes.

“What? Oh honey, no. You made it more special than I could’ve imagined. Now that we’re immortal, birthdays aren’t a ‘thing’ anyways. With that in mind, you gave me an incredible night I won’t forget.” He smiles and takes my hand within his, rubbing my knuckles gently with his thumb.

“I just hope everything is alright.”

“Unfortunately, this issue going on in Baldur’s Gate is outside our control. It never stops. I guess the Bhaalists are nothing compared to what we fought before.” He sighs and hesitates, as if something else is lingering in that intelligent brain of his.

“Since they’re not being stopped, that means we may have to intervene.” I hate how right he is; who else would team up and do it? With us being the ones who defeated the elder brain, I have a feeling everyone will be depending on us anyway.

“What about Jenevelle?” I question, worried who would be watching her or how this will play out overall. “We can’t leave her with anyone unless they happen to be immortal, too. You know, in the case of Bhaalists.”

“I know she’s immortal but I still worry about our baby. Man… My ghasts are flabbered. Let’s talk with the others tomorrow and see what they think. One of us may have to stay home with her.”

If it means protecting my daughter, immortal or not, I’m all for it; though, this means Gale and I will be separated from each other for a hot minute. I kiss Jenevelle’s forehead as she starts to become sleepy, then hand her off to Gale who hasn’t been able to hold her much today. I smile at her as she falls asleep comfortably in his arms.

I keep thinking about our friends left behind and if they’ll even be able to fight off these cultists alone. Halsin. Jaheira. Minsc. Even Lae’zel, who I assume is the Astral Planes still, but it’s worth worrying about. Then I come to remember that we have Withers – how could I forget about him? We’ll reach out to him to summon our friends bright and early tomorrow. My brain is racing from the stress and anxiety, causing me to have issues falling asleep. Gale however seems to be unbothered and resting peacefully beside me.

I get out of bed and head down the stairway to the kitchen so I can grab a glass of water and a little snack, thinking it might help ease my mind just a little. As I make it to the kitchen, I hear Tara’s little feet tapping around on the floor.

“Emmy? Darling, is everything alright?”

“Oh, sorry to disturb you, Tara. Just coming down to eat something. Ugh… Gods. I want to quit thinking about that damned murder cult.” She flies up toward me, her gaze holding onto mine.

“Truth is, they’ll always be around. There will constantly be evil lurking about, especially from those Bhaal worshippers. They will stop at nothing to please their disgusting God.”

“The thing is…they’re on a rampage. It’s like a competition to see who can become his favorite. The nastier, more disgusting murders, the better. His Chosen has been dead and there’s basically a breeding cow that’s been creating so many Bhaalspawn to worship him. He craves the attention, but also craves their deaths. All the cultists are killing everyone, and each other, so he can have a new Chosen.” The thought of all this is disturbing me, though it’s nothing new. I just can’t imagine how many are out there right now, and it’s only a matter of time before they spread to other cities.

“How are you going to stop them, dear? There’s only so much you can do.” She’s right. No matter what we do, there will always be Bhaal assassins or cultists on every corner. We can at least try to locate the source of them… The ‘breeding cow’ for instance. Maybe there’s more than just that, maybe there’s another source.

“When the sun rises, we’ll discuss the next steps with our companions. Either Gale or myself will stay here with Jenevelle.” I hear footsteps tiptoeing down the stairs, and I realize it’s Gale. He usually comes down around this time for a glass of milk and then back to bed, but this wasn’t exactly the case here.

“Baby, what are you doing? Stress-walking in the middle of the night, huh?” He seems genuinely concerned, and he knows this entire situation is eating me alive.

“Yes…Yes I am.”

“Come back to bed and we can talk about it.” His voice is sleepy yet so gentle, and the smile on his face brings me a glimmer of joy. I smile back and follow him up the stairs to our room, where I basically tell him exactly what I told Tara. However, I started to fall asleep as I addressed my concerns and I didn’t even get to finish telling him everything that’s on my mind. Mmm. The numbness as the body falls into a slumber is so relaxing.