#i need to barracade my door

[trixcuomo]

Intermission

Meanwhile, hunkered down with a barracade inside Trixany's house

Sharpen: Oh, good. You're finally awake. *smeared with guerrilla paint, with rounds of ammo crisscrossing his chest*

Trixany: ... So it wasn't a bad dream?

Sharpen: No Kil'jaeden yet. And it's been a while, so. Don't think he's coming. I'd like permission to keep playing wargames here on the floor, though. This is fun. *pretends to check and reload his hunting rifle*

Trixany: ... Sure. Knock yourself out. I need coffee. *wanders to the kitchen*

Sharpen: Hold up!! Intruder alert!

Trixany: That's not funny, Sharpen. I could have burned myself pouring coffee--

Sharpen: Someone is approaching the perimeter. He looks disgruntled! Actually he looks familiar... *Drums and guitar riff*

Sharpen: 🎵 Saronite!! In my soul! Yogg'saron drivin me out of control 🎶

Trixany: What the hell, Sharpen?? What are you singing? And don't let him inside, you're supposed to be protecting me--

Sharpen: Not from this guy. He's cool, he's my hero! *crawls under the barbed wire barricade, then flings the door open* Come on in!

Loamy Roads: I'm Loamy Roads, the Emerald Nightmare. This is Trixany Cuomo's house, is that right?

Trixany: ...This very bleach-blonde Night Elf is wearing a lot of. Um. Bright, Alliancey things right now.

Loamy: Gul'dan wasn't the only plotline you left hanging years ago.

Trixany: Oh gods, no--

Loamy: I'm here to talk to you about Burmussia and the Ally's Angels thing, how he was a double agent with the Kaja-Cola Flava Girls...

Trixany: Please don't say it--

Loamy: Trixany! Finish the story! *pyrotechnics go off in Trixany's house*

[piratefrog006]

Quick update on life in general, cause there's really no one I can talk this with.

(TW: I really tought this was gonna be a fun vent, but it turned out to be actually quite traumatic, the warning is for suicide, dropping out of school, crazy moms and running away form home)

This last school year I started a two year long fashion curse, after dropping out of high-school (I choose this course because it was between this, or a baking/culinary one) (I actually didn't really like any of those options, but you know I decided fashion was the beast option)

I FUCKING HATE IT

And it's not because of the classes or the people. Because it's actually been amazing, it's just that it's something I don't want to do, and someplace I don't want to be in, and on top of that classes are exclusively on the afternoon, from 15-20 so.

I started this vent yesterday, before Lunch, before things got wrecked, like its bad.

So I went to lunch with my grandpas and cousins for the first time in almost a year, but anyway all fine, and I get to a quiet moment so I open up to my cousin, and I tell her that I am not liking school as much as I tought I would, that I really don't want to go and what I said before, when I tell you, when I tell you to be careful what you say and wish for, cause damn this things manifest quickly.

So today, it's a normal Wednesday, right, same school schedule, same everything, but I had a lunch date with two of my new friends. I ditched. And then time just ran me, and I didn't get ready for school. I didn't really want to go either, so it was kind of perfect.

I don't get ready, my mom yells at me for not being ready.

(Quick context, I missed last week's Tuesday school, she threatened me to drop me out of school if I didn't show up again)

I get more yelled at, I lock myself into my room, barracading the door with myself, cause I have no locket (I've been asking for it for years, obiouky gave up at this point) so I'm locked in and she's kicking the door, that I have my back on, yeah, she's kicking and punching, and screaming, and banging, im not listening, its not the first time this has happend either, so i have my headphones on, cause ill be dammed if I ever listen to what she says in those moments again, (it's like berge of s word bad) she gives up, walks out of the house, goes arround it and tries to break into my room from my window, exactly, we are all following right?

So she tries that, but I try and shut it before she jumps inside (this is actually so crazy I didn't realise until now, wow). She's all like, "Tell me! Tell me why aren't you going to school today!!!" And I tell her, "I just didn't want to, I'm not really in the mood" which is the truth, I'm lazy and mentally unstable and she just bashes out. Because well, it's my mom, so obiouly she can throw this ughe tantrums and scream and kick, but I can't, because then I'm overacting and I'm scaring her, no shirt sherlock you're not scaring me right? Well, so that's why I try to stay as monotone as possible, she finally leaves cause she had to take my sister to school, this is like and hiura ago so like 3pm.

Before she goes, she gets back inside the house, kicks the door, that I'm still on, for a good five more minutes and leaves.

But before she goes, she starts making calls in front of my door for me to hear it, obviously, first to the phone company saying that she wants to temporarily take down my phone line, I'm okey with that I only need the music app and it doesn't work with WiFi. So I'm okey. Then she calls the school, and she's all like "Yeah, she want to drop out" Me yes , I made that decision, but she keeps going she's being blatantly brutal about me and the things I do, but specially, the things I don't do, like going to school, they ask her "but she's really good at this, and she's doing okey in the classes what happend" and she responds "well she missed school today" and the lady on the line was so audibly weirded out by that she's like "But it's a day, is this...are you sure?" And she's like,"Yeah, I want to drop her out, send me the papers" the other lady finally gives in and sends the papers, the papers are singed

I don't go to school anymore.

Okey, she keeps kicking. I just wanted a few hours for myself, cause with these new routine and shit has me running arround all day so I'm getting like 3-4 hours of sleep, which I've been what I normally sleep on vacation or last year, but now that I literally have to run and stuff to get to places I'm enormously exsauted, which my mom seems to be completely blind to, she's like "Hsve you seen me? And all the things I'm doing and..." Blah, blah, the same as always, because either do notice, and not going to school today meant a thing less for her to do, so I thought I was also helping her, but no.

So after the calls, she tries again to break into my room, but this time I wasn't ready so she opens a but and sticks her arm inside, I'm so sorry but hse sticking insane, and mind you I don't know she's got her arm there cause my back I'd on the door and I'm looking at the floor, she starts screaming, I'm not even pushing at this pont, she screams and the door keeps going back, and I look up, and that's when I see that her arms is there and she's kind of pushing in all directions, I tell her to take her arm out and stop pushing the door, she doesn't listen, she's still screaming at me, she runs away because I hurt her.

I contemplated killing myself at this point cause what man, us that or running away, and I'm far too ugly or fat to do so, it might sound stupid, but I just can't go out of my house theres this like burning feeling inside of like my chest, and its like telling me "Everyone is judging you, everything you do is wrong, the way you look, the way you talk, how you walk, how clothes good on you, how big your shoes are" and I just can't do it, I don't want to go outside, an dmy mom says that I need to and she forces me, but everytime I do I just want to cry, and look I've gotten over it many times. But I just can't do it anymore. All my friends are skinny, like model skinny and pretty, and I'm not I'm fat and ugly, and they don't seem to care. No body acres but me, but that's the problem, nobody cares but me, I want to be beautiful. I want people to notice me, I want people to care. And I know I'll probably never get it, which is yhe worst part.

Oh my funking god!

My mom just got back she was supposed to stay out in the park til dark, I was gonna take a train to Paris then London, I need to go, I'll tell you about it later.

Okey, I'm back. Wait, you're reading this in one setting, well, then I'm still here.

You know with the whole thing that went down, how I don't have school anymore, or any other family member to be with, and my mom is threatening to kick me out, I'm running away, I was supposed to run away today, but she got here like 4 hours earlier than expected and I had to go out and get a bus, so I couldn't do it today, that's why I'll do it tomorrow.

And here's the plan:

1. Packing stuff, only the necessary, not my laptop, or too many books, or shut, just some clothes and all the money I have left

2. The transport, (I've already looked it up) I will take a bus from my house to the next town, thre I have to take another one to the city, and from the big bus station I'll take the train to Paris, I tough about staying there because it would be quite similar to Barcelona, and I love it, but then I remembered I don't know enought French to live there, so when I get there I'm taking a train to London. And from there we'll see, I'll have to get a job, obviously, and I'll take anything just as long as I'm not here.

And that's pretty much how it's going, I only have around 300 euros, which I will have to exchange for pounds when I get there, and I'll probably only have like 20 left, but it's something I got to do.

I'll try to keep you updated, but my mom has cut down the WiFi and my phone line, so I'll see about that.

Love you! Have a great time!!♡

[transfemlogan]

My self-insert AU has half-assed, lame worldbuilding. I haven't focused that hard on it because I was more focused on trying to create my sides, but this is a question I have in my mind like... all of the time.

I am, however, actively ignoring Virgil ducking out in szn 1 because it hurts my brain & I don't want to think abt it ever 🧡

It's not like a body swap because you're still... you, you just don't have the metaphysical representations of your personality anymore. And your sides don't stop acting like themselves, because they're your personality, they have just ... somehow. Crossed to someone else's body.

In my AU, it's more of... a conversation? You just have someone's opinions and ideas following you around, you still have your own. It's like if you're talking to your friend with a differing opinion; they cannot stop you from thinking or doing anything, they're just talking.

Getting your sides swapped with someone else's affects you very little. C!Thomas getting Mercury/Paranoia does not give him schizophrenia, just like how Me getting Virgil/Anxiety doesn't give me anxiety. All that happens is Thomas is just a tad bit more paranoid than usual and is now hearing some guy screaming at him about how there is definitely a man in his closet, you need to barracade the door and call the police.

I don't experience social anxiety usually. Virgil being my side wouldn't make me have an anxiety disorder, I am just a little more anxious. & also there's a guy following me around telling me about how I should not be wearing a million belts and thick black makeup because people would make fun of me.

And it works the same the other way aroubd. My sides do not experience empathy, because I don't experience empathy, and they're me. But with Thomas, a very empathetic man, they feel it ... kind of. It's not like they have empathy now and are "cured" of their neurodivergencies, they just are more Aware of people's feelings.

Thomas' sides now have a stronger sense of justice with me, but they're not all of a sudden standing up for people on the street & deciding to go to protests. They're just more Aware of the people around them.

To be honest, the idea of swapping sides with someone is the reason I don't have a singular side represent my disabilities or neurodivergencies (again: Mercury does not represent all of my schizophrenia, xe is a wide range of things). If I had a side represent my autism, and it disappears, does that mean I'm "cured" of my autism? (Gestures to Accepting Anxiety pt 1 & 2). If I had a side represent my CFS/ME or POTS, and it disappears, does that mean my physical disabilities are "cured"?

I don't like it, personally, which is why I avoided it with my own sides.

....would all sides swapping with another person’s sides basically be a body swap? Or just cause them to start basically emulating each other? Could you pirate a person that way?

COULD YOU PIRATE A PERSON THAT WAY.

[mytheoristavenue]

TMNT 2012 Donatello x Reader-Dumpling

You are Murakami-San’s neice, hired to help him in his noodle shop, and you get to meet a few special friends of his.

“(Y/N), make sure you prep the dough for tonight, I have a feeling business will pick up substantually.” Your uncle smiled, calling to you from the dining room. You sighed heavily. The noodle shop used to be so popular, but ever since the Purple Dragons started harrassing your uncle, things just haven’t been the same. With Murakami’s health steadily declining, your father sent you to live with him, hoping you could keep his clumsiness to a minimum. 

“Yes, uncle.” You called back, retying your apron before taking a bowl of resting dough from the fridge to knead it. After the pale lump was beat down enough, you divided it into halfs, one to be rolled into fresh noodles, and one to be condensed into gyoza wrappers. After both were fully prepped, you cleaned up your stations, checking to make sure you had all you needed to power through the probably non-existant dinner rush your uncle was expecting. Knowing you were all set, you took out a pair of earbuds, connecting them to your phone, playing music as you settled down to wash the few dishes you’d rakced up.

A bit into your washing, your current song ended, pausing your playlist. As you pulled your phone out of your pocket to resume the next song, you noticed some odd background noise that you hadn’t heard before. It almost sounded like...groaning? Your brow cocked as you removed your earbuds, and set your phone down on the counter, heading to the dining room to check on Murakami. “Uncle? Are you okay?”

Rounding the corner, you froze, immediately recognizing the three men in the dining room. The Purple Dragons. The leader of the pack looked over your uncle with the collar of his shirt in his fist as he lay defenseless. “Look, old man, just give us what you owe, and we won’t have to hurt you...more.” He snickered, prompting his goons to join it.

“Hey! Why don’t you pick on someone that can actually defend themselves?” You shouted, arming yourself with a wok that hung just inside the threshold of the kitchen. 

“Like who? You? Listen, girlie, you don’t want to be caught up in this, and since im feelin’ nice, I’ll give you one chance to leave now.” Fong said, smirking.

“(Y/N), please, go. I will be alright.” Murakami begged, trying and failing to lift himself up.

“No, uncle. I won’t leave you!” You protested, your eyes squinting with determined fury.

“Suit yourself.” Almost instantly, Fong’s attention was on you, him closing in on you while the other two men cornered your uncle. Suddenly, the large glass window facing the street shattered, giving way to a group of, well you didn’t know exactly, but they took the Purple Dragon’s heat from the two of you, and for that, you were grateful. You hurried over to your uncle, slinging his arm over your shoulder and craining him to his feet before leading him to the kitchen, locking the two of you in the kitchen. Leaning him against the wall, and setting him on the floor, you instantly got to work barracading yourselves in by throwing sacks of flour in fround of the door. After you felt safe enoguh, you grabbed the biggest kitchen knife you could find and sat beside your uncle, ready for someone to break through at any second. 

After some time, the noise died down, comotion bubbling down into quiet chatter. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making you jump. “Go away, I have a knife! I-I’ll cut you!”

An irritated voice from the other side, with a more aggressive knock. “So will we if you don’t let us in.”

The threatening voice was hushed in favor of a calmer, more comforting one. “Come on out, it’s safe now, we promise.”

“You just threatened us! How is that safe?” you fired back, gripping the handle of your knife tighter. 

“(Y/N), my dear, open the door, these are good friends of mine.” Murakami gave you a reassuming smile, and patted your shoulder. Hesitently, you stood and began tossing the floud away from the door, and back into the corner it usually sat in. 

Rasing your hand to twist the lock, you gave a warning to the people on the other side. “O-Ok, I’m unlocking the door, don’t try anything, I still have a knife.” Slowly you released the lock and twisted the knob before gently pulling on the door. On the other side stood four things waiting for your permission to enter. Your jaw dropped to the floor. 

“Ah, turtles, it is nice to meet you again.” Your uncle grinned, as he began to rise, with the help of one of them. “We are so grateful for your help on such short notice.”

“Your employee here doesn’t seem too grateful.” One with a red mask scoffed.

“You must excuse my neice, she has yet to meet a mutant.” 

“A mutant?!” you exclaimed, perhaps a bit louder than you meant to, but your shock was still standing. The blue clad turtle cleared his throat, stepping in front of the others, and extending his hand for you to shake. 

“Allow us to introduce ourselves. My name is Leo, this is Raph, Mickey, and Donnie. We’re mutant turtles who have dedicated our lives to ninjitsu.” He explained, gesturing to himself, before the rest of the group. You couldn’t help feel like this was somewhat rehearsed, but you chose not to acknowledge that.

“So...you’re turtle...mutant...ninjas?” you asked, trying to wrap your head around it all. The one in orange, ‘Mikey’, piped up.

“Oh, and we’re teenagers!” The red one, ‘Raph’, rolled his eyes, and slapped his palm over Mikey’s mouth, dragging him back behind Leo.

“Something like that.”

“Well,” Murakami began, “Now that we are all aquainted, why don’t you boys have a seat at the bar, while I whip you up something to eat? (Y/N), tend to the turtles in the meantime.” You nodded, following the four out of the kitchen, and seating them at the bar before taking their drink orders. After returning with their respective glasses, you pulled up a stool on your side of the bar. 

“So, what’s it like being teenage mutant ninja turtles?”

“Oh man, it’s the best! We get to fight bad guys and kick butt all day long!” Mikey chimed in. 

“He’s right, crushing skulls is always the best thearapy.” Raph added.

“But it’s not all fun and games.” Leo began. “We really have trained our whole lives. It takes blood, sweat, and tears to do what we do.”

“Sounds pretty rough, to be honest. You don’t ever get to go to school or do anything fun?” you asked, retreiving a drink for yourself. 

“From time to time. We’ve got tv and video games to keep us entertained when we’re not training. And school’s kinda outta the question when you look like us.” Leo answered, finishing his drink. You refilled it before turning to Donnie, noticing his drink empty as well.

“Want a refill?” He simply gave you a blank stare, almost as if he was looking through you instead of at you, though his gaze followed you movement. “Donnie?” Suddenly he seemed to snap back to reality, shaking his head.

“Y-Yes?”

“Did you want a refill on your soda?”

“O-Oh, um, yeah, thanks.” he mumbled, sliding you his glass. 

“I’m sorry I let you go empty for so long, just let me know when your low and I’ll fill you up.” you smiled at him, sensing his bashfullness and trying to loosen him up a bit.

“Fill me up with what?” he asked, seemingly in a daze, pink dusting his cheeks.

“Huh?” your brow cocked, as you spun back to him, having been on your way to the soda machine.

“What?” he asked, hoping that pretending to not realize you said anything would make you leave him alone. He wasn’t sure what about you made him so nervous, after all you were just a girl.

“Anyway,” you spun back on your heels. “While I refill your drinks, I’m gonna check on your food.”

As soon as you were out of sight, the turtles all gravitated to their brother like screws to a magnet. 

“Dude! You totally like her!” Leo chcukled, punching his arm. 

“It’s about time you take interest in someone else other than April!” Raph joked, slinging an arm around Donnie’s neck, nudging his fist into his head. 

“Bro you should totally flirt with her! She’d eat it right up!” Mikey encouraged, leaning over the counter in an effort to be seen. 

“What? You guys, come on, I do not like her, and even if I did, I don’t even know how to flirt.” Donnie protested, pushing his brothers away and rolling his eyes.

“Tell her she’s beautiful, like a crisp white moonflower blossoming under a blanket of stars.” Leo suggested, nudging his brother and scanning his hand out in front of him.

“Tell her you wanna study her body like a roadmap.” Raph smirked. 

“Ooh, ooh, give her a cheesey pick up line to make her laugh! I never fails!” Mickey squealed, desperate to have his choice picked. 

“Well, supposing I say anything to her at all, Leo’s is creepy considering I just met her, and Raph’s is boarderline sexual harrassment, so I guess a pick up line would be the most logical choice. But I don’t know any.”

“Ooh, do one about noodles! Wait, no, dumplings! How about, ‘Hey girl, are you a dumpling cuz-”

Just then, you swiveled out of the kitchen, carrying two trays, startling the boys back into their chairs. “Out of everything on our menu, I can’t understand why you guys prefer motzerella, tomato sauce, and pepperoni in your gyoza.” You chuckled, lowering yourself to serve each turtle their own platter. 

“Yo girl, have you even tried pizza gyoza? It’s the bomb dot com.” Mikey laughed, trying to shove one into your face. You nudged his chopsticks away with your finger. 

“I think I’ll pass.” you giggled, sitting back on your stool and serving yourself a bowl of fried rice before Leo cleared his throat.

“So, (Y/N), I think Donnie had something he wanted to say.” Donnie gasped, making himself choke on a dumpling. You rushed over to his air, laying a hand on his, asking if he was ok, and advising that he take a drink. 

“I-I’m fine, uh thanks though.” he calmed his coughing fit, smiling shyly. 

“So what did you need, more soda?”

Donnie averted his eyes as his brother’s tuned in. “U-Uh, no. Um, are you a dumpling, because you’re...um good?” You stared blankly at him, unsure of what he meant or what to say. “I-I mean, good looking? Wait, that doesn’t make sense. Um, because, you’re really sweet?” Finally he gave up, pushing his platter away, and laying his head on the table, covering it with his hands. “Ok, I’ll just die now.”

There was an air of silence in the restraunt, which was broken up by the osund of you giggling. “Oh my gosh, Donnie, you’re so cute.” His head perked up, eyes wide. 

“I am?” You nodded, still giggling a bit.

“I don’t think you were talking about sweet dumplings witht that pick up line, but I’m okay with being one for you.” you said, taking a napkin and a pen, writing your sell phone number on it before sliding it to him. “Listen, I’ve gotta finish my work for tonight, but you should call me tonight. It’ll give you time to come up with better lines.” you said, collecting a few dirty dishes, tossing him a wink before heading back to the kitchen. 

“Y-Yeah, I’ll call you! For sure!”

Later that night

“H-Hey, this is Donnie. Is this (Y/N)?”

“Hey Don, and it’s Dumpling to you, go it?”

“Got it!”

[callsign-joyride]

Mayhem | Bob Floyd

Summary: The mission.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Mitchell f!reader (callsign: Mayhem)

Content warnings: Angst with a happy ending, fluff, kind of an anxiety attack, Hangman in his redemption era

Spotify playlist | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

A/N: It's not over yet! I'm thinking of writing at least two more parts and maybe a prequel of what happened in Spain.

Everyone met up at The Hard Deck for drinks. It was hard not to think about all of the possible outcomes for the mission, so that left you more quiet and reserved than usual. You hardly touched your beer, and this was something that Bob quickly noticed.

"Do you wanna go outside for a bit?" He asked. You nodded your head and he led you through a side door. Both of you took your shoes off and walked along the shoreline. Neither of you really noticed as you started to move closer to him and hold his hand, but he didn't seem to mind.

"I'll see you in the morning," Bob said. The bar had closed and everyone went home, or maybe to another bar, you weren't so sure. You were leaning against your cars talking to each other, but you didn't know how much time had passed until he checked his watch.

With a clenched jaw, you gave Bob a hug before going home. You put a couple last minute things in your bag before putting your bag by the door and going to bed.

Penny offered to take you and Mav to the docks. It was an offer that you gladly accepted, but the ride was painfully silent. You were listening to your music, but it was obvious that no one was saying anything. Room assignments had been posted, and it made sense that you were sharing a room with Phoenix during the mission.

It took a few days to get there, and your anxiety only seemed to be getting worse. Everyone was getting ready to go when you pulled Bob into a secluded area. You looked around for a bit before pulling him in for a kiss. He was redder than red when you pulled away, and you chuckled.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"Good luck. You gotta make it back to me, okay?"

"Yeah."

Everyone got into the rest of their flight gear. You could see Rooster trying to talk to Mav, but it didn't look like they were actually going to carry out a conversation. They had all been cleared for take off and you impatiently waited for any news.

"Dagger one is hit! I repeat, dagger one is hit!" Phoenix called out.

"I'm gonna go and get him," Rooster said.

"He's gone. You can't go back."

Your eyes widened and you straightened your back before closing the canopy.

"I need a clear for take off," you requested.

"Not clear," Cyclone said.

It took everything in you not to argue with him. You couldn't disobey orders like this. There wasn't anyone that would help you, and you knew that. It wasn't worth your career. Fuck.

"Mayhem, you good?" Hangman asked. You didn't know what to do. Sure, the two miracles had happened. Everyone was on their way back to the carrier. Except for Mav and Rooster.

"Mayhem. Hello? Anyone there?" Hangman asked again.

"Jake, I don't know what to do. I feel like I-I can't breathe. My dad and Rooster... Oh God, I'm gonna suffocate in my jet."

"I'm gonna get you out of there. Hold on. Hey! Get her out of there!" He yelled to the crew. They got you out of your F-18 and rushed you off of the tarmac. You heard the familiar sound of a jet taking off and rushed to see what was going on. Daggers three and four were getting ready to land, but Jake's plane was gone.

Phoenix and Bob got out of their jet before rushing over to hug you. Some faint chatter over the radio could be heard, but you weren't really focused on it until an old F-14 appeared in your field of vision. The crew started to lay out barracades so that the museum piece could land. They landed shortly after Jake did, and you were relieved that it was Rooster and Mav. Everyone on the tarmac started to celebrate and you ran up to Jake. The hug that you gave him caught him by surprise, but he wrapped his arms around you.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"You're welcome."

You stood next to Phoenix and Bob as everyone celebrated. He grabbed your hand and you looked up at him wth a smile on your face.

"Uh, I've been meaning to ask you this. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?"

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you. You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Phoenix pulled out her phone and took a quick picture of the two of you.

"Hey, look at Mayhem and Bob!" Coyote yelled. People started to cheer for you and you pulled away from the kiss, blushing.

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#5

Just had a depressing thought

How the hell did Lucretia not lose her God damn mind between the time she erased everyone's memory and sent them on their way to starting the Bureau of Balance and even beyond that? Like, I lived in a small house with 9 other people for a good few years, and when I went to college and moved into the dorms there, one of the things I had the hardest time dealing with was the utter silence I was left in. My roommate moved into the dorm late because of rooming and organizational issues on the university's part, and then her mom didn't want to pay for her to stay in the dorm in the second semester, and they didn't move anyone else in with me. Among the many other issues I was having, the silence and loneliness was crippling in a really major way, and I had friends I was with at every chance I got to be with them. It was the most social year I had ever had, and I was still hardcore struggling with the fact that I had to go home to no one.

Lucretia didn't even have anyone to hang out with or talk to at all ever until she met Maureen and Lucas and started the Bureau. And even with having as many people on the base as she did, she still had to go home to no one. I just about lost my God damn mind in my situation, how. The fuck. Did she do it??? And for 10-12 years????

469 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#4

One of my favorite meta things about the Stolen Century is how Griffin really thought he could cover 100 years of backstory in two episodes lmfao Like, as someone with ADHD, I understand how hard it is to figure out how long something is going to take, and I underestimate how long I'm going to need to do tasks and finish projects all of the time, but like, even if he wasn't expecting to get as deep with it as they ended up doing, the absolute confidence he had going in that he could cover 100 years in 2 hours, like, king there was no way but I admire how over confident you were about that lmao

484 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

#3

Angus really did have a big day on the Day of Story and Song. Like, first the Director had some shady shit going on with the Relic disposal chamber, then a strange man hops out of Taako's bag whom Taako and Merle claim said the Bureau is bad, then there's the discovery of the baby voidfish, then the Director has guards take them to a room where she is kneeling over the balls that had contained the Relics and is channeling energy out of the undestroyed bell into her staff, then she talks mad shit about coming from another reality with tres horny bois, the guy whose name is Barry, and some person named Lup who is dead(?) while Taako and Merle are trying to keep their heads from exploding, then Davenport can actually talk and was captain of this past mission this whole time, then Magnus comes barging in and he can see the absolute chaos of the apocalypse outside, so he tries to barracade the door while the others are going down memory lane, then the others start debating about leaving everyone to the forces outside versus putting up a shield that would still end up destroying the world in a manner that suggests they've had this argument exhaustively before, then they get attacked and BOOM a lich comes out of Taako's umbrella who is apparently Lup who is apparently his sister, then Lucretia disappears and Davenport wants him to help find her even though he still has no clear idea of what the fuck is happening, then he hears the story and song and suddenly gains the knowledge of their 100 year journey and the impending end of the world, then he meets up with the others again when he and Davenport can't find her only to find Lucas is also not dead, then Lucretia turns up, a crystal shows them a possible future, and Taako knew the answer to save everything all along, then he's expected to help fight against a world ending evil force, and then FINALLY they defeat the Hunger, and he's got time to process the absolute wild day he just had.

And just like, I feel like probably around the time he found out Lucas was still alive he was just like:

560 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#2

Balance: Don't split up the party or you will die

Amnesty: Splitting up the party is tentatively okay depending on what you're doing except it did, in fact, get someone killed

Graduation: We're going to refuse to split up as much as possible because we're best buds

Ethersea: If we don't split up and do wild ass stunts before somehow reconvening back at the ship then what even is the fucking point

1,362 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What I like about the scene where Magnus spins mind in Wonderland is that Griffin chose the lesser of two evils because it would have been really fucked to make him choose whether or not he forgets Julia which most definitely would have resulted in a no and forced them to take another two spins without much deliberation, but I think it also paints an interesting picture in-game of the characterization of Lydia and Edward. They believed that love wasn't a strong enough force to sustain them anymore and that it wasn't as important, and I think that's also reflected in how they thought the worst memory to take from him would be the person who caused his suffering and not the person he loves. Because to them, suffering is more important now, and it's how they sustain themselves, so why wouldn't it be the thing sustaining him too?

1,603 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

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[2018shawn]

no rain, no flowers | th

a/n: hi I bashed this out this afternoon idk it just happened lmao pls don’t read if sadness will trigger you in any way and i would like to say my inbox is always open for anyone feeling any form of emotion 💓 o yeh, i also wrote this on my phone so there's like no capitalisation lmao don’t come for me

warnings: urm SADness, angsty, breakup shit y’no. 

word count: 2.5k 

it wasn’t that you didn’t love your life, you just didn’t love your relationship with it. you knew, more than most, that without the rain, the flowers wouldn’t grow. but the rain came more often than not, and it would leave you feeling completely and utterly drenched with exhaustion, emptiness and everything in between. the days where there was a drought and flowers were blossoming with new petals were the great days. the days where you could just see flowers sprouting were the nice days. the days where the rain pushed the flowers back into the ground were the bad days. the days where it poured that hard the soil overfilled, and mud dispersed everywhere were the worst days.

and now metaphorically speaking, soil was scattered all around your feet, the rain threatening to lift it higher and higher as each minute passed by. the water in the kettle bubbled on the stove top, the gas giving a sense of warmth to the cold kitchen you stood in. london was rainy, and so was your mood. you’d spent 4 weeks and 2 days without your significant other being by your side, and more than ever, you needed him back. it wasn’t a case of wanting him, this time, it was simply and purely a necessity. of course, you couldn’t tell him this. you couldn’t let on that you needed him to come home. you could wait, you guessed, the press tours could not.

what you didn’t know, is halfway across europe, tom sensed every inch of your emotion. he nibbled at the inside of his cheek between each interview, made sure to send you a snapchat when he could get to his phone, even ordered a bunch of flowers to be delivered mid week. how ironic, you thought.

you didn’t knock tom’s boyfriend efforts, in fact, it was the complete opposite. and the more the whistle from the kettle spout screamed louder in front of you, the more you could hear it screaming for you get out. leave him. you’re not worthy. you didn’t even smile when those stupid red roses arrived perfectly displayed on your doorstep. he needed someone that squealed with excitement, someone that saw the good, instead of the bad.

pouring your tea, you ignored the ping of messages coming through to your phone, sighing and flicking the small side switch to silent. you wanted to be in a silent room, with your silent thoughts and silent mind. the cup of tea warmed your hands as your palms encased the ridiculously large, speckled mug. tom had bought you it because he’d never met anyone who loved cups of tea more than him until he met you. you’d lit the long burner, the sound of wood crackling and flames roaring soothing you somewhat, filling the space inbetween your quiet thoughts as you took small sips of your warm beverage. a single tear trickled down your cheek, landing on the blanket covering your lap, and you wondered if you were even worthy of being sat in this house. you and tom had bought it together 8 months ago, when there were enough flowers to fill a football field. month after month, the flowers died off, because you didn’t feel like home should be somewhere you didn’t feel good enough.

the sun had vanished when you woke, the window only displaying a dark view of stars and the illuminated streetlight outside your house. your neck was stiff and arm dead from the position you’d ended up in, blanket kicked to the floor and log burner burning a deep shade of amber as it began to die out. just like you’d fallen asleep with a tear escaping your duct, you’d woken up with it too. your heart was dull, aching with emptiness as your eyes wandered around your painfully empty house.

you slumped into the kitchen, placing your mug down on the kitchen counter with a clink in order to swap it for your phone. you had the usual messages from your friends, who were used to your 3-5 business days responses because you simply had to mentally prepare yourself. alongside those, were a bunch of missed calls and messages from tom and your heart felt like it was being twisted with a knife as you scrolled down the words he’d sent you.

hey bubby, todays finally finished woooo 🤟🏽 interviewer asked about you and it made me miss you more than i already do

which is a lot btw 🥺🌍

i miss eating your hair mask in the night

and how crispy it looks when you wake up 🙈

i’ll be home before you know it. i love you all the days 💙

there were more, but these were the ones which made you feel extra fuzzy inside. and despite that soft feeling, you sighed, trudging upstairs and ending up in your dressing room. he didn’t deserve this. although you loved him more than words could say, you knew you didn’t show it, no way near as much as you should. tom begged to differ; he knew you struggled. he entered the relationship knowing your mental health was knocked, barely any signs of bricks becoming stable enough to rebuild.

you pulled open the wardrobe door before pulling up your stool in order to reach the top shelf. the top shelf is where you kept all suitcases and overnight bags and because of tom’s hectic schedule, it was a good job the wardrobe was the entire length of the room because you’d have no where else to put them otherwise. there was an already empty gap from his own case like there had been for around a month. you pulled yours down, almost knocking yourself out in the process, before laying it on the floor and zipping it open. in the middle of the case was leaflets and brochures from your last holiday with tom; a water park map guide and sea life show programme. you remembered how happy you were that holiday, how you knew you’d found the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

the leaflets and brochures were soon covered by a selection of your clothes, ones you knew were necessary to take with you. when satisfied you had packed everything you needed clothes wise, you headed to the en suite bathroom, taking a couple of travel cases with you with intention of filling them all. you began by sorting through your skincare, picking the most staple pieces of your collection and leaving the ones you knew tom secretly liked to pamper himself with on a sunday.

a beckoning from a familiar voice startled you, the sound of keys dropping on the side amongst suitcase wheels dragging along the floor following the calls of your name. what, why, when, and how was he home? he wasn’t due home for another 2 weeks and he’d literally just been texting you from another country. or so you thought.

“baby? your car’s here?” he shouted, almost asking himself the question in confusion. you heard footsteps padding up the stairs as you froze, holding your half full toiletry bag in one hand and hairbrush in the other.

“i... i’m in here.” you spoke, unsure if he’d actually heard you. he immediately knew something was off from the quiver in your voice and the level of your tone. he instantly followed your sound, finding himself running through the doorway of your shared dressing room. until he saw. until he saw your almost packed suitcase of pretty much all your belongings. until he saw you through the gap of the bathroom door, another travel bag in hand. until he saw the expression on your face, a vision he’d never be able to erase. “you’re back?”

“bub, what’s going on? are you going away or something? i didn’t think your work trip was until next weekend?” he was confused, darting past your open suitcase and creaking open the door of the bathroom a little further.

“uh... it’s not. i just...” he walked up to you, thumbs delicately landing on your cheeks where they wiped away recent pools of tears. it was enough to stop you from speaking, breath hitching in your throat.

“what’s going on? i’m worried? you haven’t texted all day.” if that was why he’d come home, that was more reason for you to leave, you thought. tom couldn’t have someone that needed baby sitting. he couldn’t be flying home from important shit just because you hadn’t replied. all of this piled on top of the balance scales more, the side of pros to your relationship being sky high and unable to go any further.

“i’m sorry...” you breathed, feeling tears prick at your eyes almost straight away. he pulled you in, hand resting on the back of your head and soothingly stroking your hair as you blubbed into his chest, no concern for the growing wet patch near his collar bone.

“sorry for what my darling?” he spoke into your hair, the scent of your weekly hair mask filling his senses, making him sure you must’ve applied it last night. it was coconuty and tropical and was every bit as lovely as he’d describe you to be.

you pushed his chest away, feeling a sense of betrayal as you returned to filling your toiletry bag. his eyebrows furrowed, watching you frantically fill the bag with whatever you could, no obvious concern whether you were picking up his tootherbrush or yours. all you knew is you needed to get out of there as soon as possible. “i just, need to go.”

“go where?!” he almost shouted, clearly concerned with your sudden announcement.

“i don’t know yet. i’ll figure it out.”

he was confused and speechless. you had everything together, you had each other. it’s 2 years and 2 months since he’d first laid eyes on you and he’s regretted nothing since. but you? he figured you regretted something. the suitcase and frantic attitude were the biggest giveaways. he was in denial. surely not. you were only speaking to him 2 days ago on the phone laughing and singing about wedding songs. he hadn’t proposed yet, but boy, did he have big plans to. “what are you saying?”

“i’m saying...” you started, growing sick of wiping tears away from your eyes. he was a human barracade, but you managed to sneak round him and out of the bathroom, zipping up the small cases and putting them into your main suitcase. “i need to leave. i can’t do this.”

and those words there, shattered him into a million pieces. he’d never felt anything like it, he thought. sure, he’d lost people before. but you? you were not just people; you were his world, his life, his future. he tried to start a sentence several times, failing miserably each time as his mind blocked him from processes any full thoughts. “what... what do you mean? this?”

he followed you around the room and you only moved quicker, not wanting to get too close to his deep but inviting aftershave. “this, tom. us. it’s not right. i’m not right, well, not for you anyway.”

“what the fuck, y/n? where has this come from! if i’m away too much, tell me. if i’ve said something, tell me. if i’m bad at....”

“fuck, tom. it’s not you. it’s me.” it was so cliche, but so true. he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from wizzing around the room like a bee collecting pollen. your eyes just stared at his hand, unable to look up and look him dead in the eye.

“talk to me, darling, what’s really going on?” his grasp wasn’t harsh, you could have got out of it if you wanted to, but he guessed from the way you didn’t, you wanted to open up to him more than you thought you did. “hey...” he almost whispered, using his other hand to place his fingers under your chin, guiding your heavy head upwards until your eyes clicked. he could see pain. you could see confusion. you could do nothing but sob dramatically and you hated yourself for it. you thought you would have run out of tears by now, but from the way your legs buckled beneath you and your body curled up on the floor, you figured they were only just beginning. tom spoke reassuring words, you thought anyway, arms wrapping tightly around your shaking frame as he joint you on the carpeted floor. he rested his back against the wardrobe, pulling you further into him with no intentions of letting go. “shhh.. just breathe. breathe for me.” his palm was stroking up and down your back, his other hand taking yours, circling patterns on your skin with his thumb.

“i... i just can’t, tom. i’m pathetic. you don’t need me. you need someone who can cope with you being away. you need someone who can actually get out of bed in the morning feeling like a half decent human being. someone who can make you laugh just like you make me. someone who has got their fucking shit together.” you stuttered, through broken tears and strings of coughs. he pulled your head up, using a hand either side of your face to support you.

“don’t you dare. don’t you dare tell me i don’t need you. i don’t want to hear those words ever again. i don’t want to hear you say you’re pathetic. y/n, you’re... you’re my life. and no you might not be a half decent human being, but you’re so much more than that. you’re everything i want our children to grow up and be. although maybe i’d like them to be able to cook steak without over cooking it.” you couldn’t help but smile through the pain, remembering how many times tom had asked for medium rare and you’d served him a severely well-done sirloin. “your shit is my shit. and i know you struggle, but you gotta speak to me, baby girl. you’ve got to.”

you sighed, leaning into his palm for comfort more than anything. “you... i... i don’t deserve you.”

he felt guilty. more than ever. he meant what he said, he really did know you struggled but over the years you’d got so much better at putting on a front, pretending the world was all full of flowers when really, it was full of rain. he kicked himself for not seeing signs, for being the one not good enough for you, for letting you down and putting his career first yet again. “you deserve a million times better than me.”

his hands were snapped away from you as you stood, brushing your clothes and sighing deeply. you returned to your case, zipping it up fully and standing it upright with the handle extended. he shot up, racing over and putting his hand on the handle to drag it away from you. “no... please. don’t do this. we can talk, you can shout, you can scream, i can listen.” you tried pulling the case, but his strength was much higher than yours. you didn’t want to talk. you knew he would be better without you. you knew you was a burden. you tried tugging again, only to fail missrably and turn to face his desperate feautures and teary eyes. “please stay?”

**

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[just-castlevania-imagines]

Now the Hunted Pt. 2 ~ Alucard x Fem!Reader~

Part 1 is here, sorry to split them up like this.

-Mod Alucard

You all made your way silently down the stairs, barely able to navigate in the dark.  You used one another to get down the creaky stairs, Alucard walking in front, followed by you and then Sypha and Trevor in the back. Once you made it down the stairs, Alucard pulled you to him. He leaned against the wall, trying to look out the window from the side. “I don’t hear the chains anymore.” “So it’s gone?” “I don’t know... relight one of the candles. If it stays out then it’s still nearby.” Alucard instructed. Sypha nodded, not taking to long to relight a single candle. the flame danced on the wick and small amounts of wax began to dribble down the side. “So it’s gone.” Trevor started. “We need to get the fuck out of here.” “How do we cross the river?” You asked, a little hushed. “Sypha, Can you freeze it?” Trevor asked. She shook her head, hugging herself.  “No. It’s a fast moving river. The ice I make will break fast. We wouldn’t have enough time to cross it.” “Shit.” “There has to be a boat somewhere in this town. If not ours then a previous resident’s. After all, this city is surrounded by water.” you started, some hope in your tone. “We should split up.” Sypha started. “ We meet back at this house every 10 minutes. If you find a boat, return here immediately until everyone is back.” “Seems like a solid plan,” You said simply, noting the displeased look on your lover. “No,” he said suddenly. “S/O comes with me. You go with Sypha. We can’t split into singles. If something happens to one of us we would never know.” “But if we travel in pairs, we’re more likely to attract something-” “She’s coming with me.” Alucard said forceful, gripping your hand tightly. “I won’t leave her alone in this... Sypha.. Hand me another candle.”

You left the house, going your seperate ways and you and Alucard were ducking through allyways. You held the candle. making sure to protect the flame. “So, probably should have paired me with Sypha.. or Trevor. They both know what we’re dealing with... we don’t.” “So you’d prefer to travel with Belmont, is that it?” He teased, peeking around a corner. you scoffed, making him smirk. “No. It’s just.. They went up against it... we didn’t.” “True... but we have all the information they did. Magic is useless against it. Weapons are useless against it. We know to evade it.. not provoke it. Also if we don’t find a boat and end up spending the night on this island I want to be with you.” “Alucard.” You said sweetly, walking up to him and falling into him. He hugged you, chuckling darkly. “Also, make no mistake, just because I was interrupted doesn’t mean I was done with you yet-” you pushed yourself away from him, trying not to let your giggling get out of control. “You’re so bad.” “Well, tonight was supposed to be special. I’m sorry that I didn’t properly moniter this island ahead of time.”

“These candles are still lit,” sypha said, seeing candles ahead on a front stoop. “It hasn’t been here.” “Fan fucking tastic. “ Trevor said, morose and annoyed. He examined the tightly constructed streets, not seeing anywhere that a sane person would keep a boat. It would take too long to search every house. “You should have let me bring all my weapons-” “How was I supposed to know our night would be ruined?” “Because God hates us.” He said leaning againt the wall beside the lit stoop. Sypha sighed. “Yeah, fair.” The candles flickered for a moment, making the couple look down at them in time to see them all go out and the air suddenly turn cold. Without a second thought Trevor grabbed Sypha and pulled her into a nearby house, closing the heavy door behind them. He held her close, staring out the small window on the houses front door to see if anything was near. Sypha glanced around the dark house and gasped, pulling on Trevor’s sleeve to get his attention. “What’s wrong-” “Look.” She whispered, pointing to an open back door that lead to the alleyway behind the house. Trevor stared into the dark blue abyss. “Do you think it’s-” She stopped short hearing the clanking of chains from upstairs. Trevor grabbed the door knob, prepared to run if need be. “Yeah, I think it’s in the house with us... Sypha, go back to the side S/O and Alucard are investigating. I’ll keep it busy on this side of town.” “but what if-” “I need you to trust me. I’ll keep it at bay for a long as I can.”

“These candles are still lit.” You said, taking one of the taller candles with you to replace the one you had. Alucard was rummaging through a fishign shop, hoping for anything from a raft to even something to simply float on. Nothing. “What if we just take the door off 4 houses? Then all of us have a personal raft. we just need a way to steer them then...” “That might work.” You bolstered his idea, “ What if you have to hole up and stay the night here?” “Well, then I’m taking you to someone’s basement and barracading us from the world.” He answered quickly. You raised a brow curiously at his speed. “What if we’re going to die here?” “Then I’ll hole us up in a bedroom instead. I’m probably not going to heaven but I would like to show it to you.” “You were waiting to use that line.” “For a while, Yes.”He admitted, examining the door to the shop. “This door wouldn’t suffice. It’s too weathered and the small window in it isn’t properly put in. It will sink.” “We need a bedroom or cellar door. Doors without windows on them.” “Good idea.” You scanned the shops front window, happening to see Sypha running through the street. You gasp, pushing past Alucard and leaving the store, running into the dark After Sypha. She stopped once you called out to her, hugging you quickly. “Oh, Thank God I found you both.” “Where is Trevor?” Alucard asked, slightly scared. “Did you get seperated?” “The creature appeared in a house we went into. Trevor told me to find you and said he would keep the creature at bay.” “ugh, of course he did.” Alucard complained. “There are easier ways to die if that’s what he wants.” “Have a little faith.” You said happily. “He’s a Belmont after all.” “Hopefully not a dead one.”

Trevor crept behind the bar, the creature swinging it’s dim lantern all through the tavern. it saw him run into here. It knows he’s trapped. Trevor heavily wrapped the morning star in some fabric to prevent it from giving away his position. He used the bottle displayed behind the bar. Their reflection served to help Trevor track the beast. When he noticed it turned, he crawled out from behind the counter and made his way towards the tavern’s back door. He prayed to whatever God he could that the floorboards didn’t decide to squeak. He saw it. It glowed a sinsiter light blue in the darkness, hunched over like and old man. The dim blow of it’s lantern didn’t even compare to the glow it let off. Trevor was so entranced by it that he didn’t notice the chair that he walked into, causing it to harshly rub against the wood floor. The being cracked it’s neck violently to turn to Trevor, revealing it’s shriveled and sunken face. It sported a fixed grin, sinister and malicious. It’s as if it’s face was stuck that way. Trevor jumped to his feet, bolting down the hall to a lone door at the end. “I just have to make it to the alley. I jsut have to-” He opened the door with a bang, freezing to see that we was now trapped in a hallway and the door he thought was freedom was a broom closet. “....Shit.”

Wow, This idea is a lot longer than I thought it would be.

-Mod Alucard

[imagine-loki]

Loki and the Witchling

TITLE: Loki and the Witchling 

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 65/76

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

RATING: T (so far) 

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

    You jolted awake at the sound of the double doors to the throne room burst open. You sat up and Loki growled that your nap and healing rest were interrupted. He surged to his feet, setting you on the throne behind him as he rose. “What is the meaning of this interruption?” he demanded of the young-looking guard who ran up to the steps to the throne.

    “Sir, I apologize for the interruption, but there are giants attacking the palace,” the guard wheezed as he bowed, his hand over his heart in a fist.

    You saw Loki’s mind whirl as he thought out the plan ahead. You stood next to him, willing and ready to help however you could. “Sif!” he called. She rushed forward.

    “My King?” she asked.

    “Sig, go with Sif, defend my parents,” Loki ordered quickly. You nodded and touched his cheek on your way down the steps to where Sif was waiting. He grabbed you before you passed and kissed you. “Keep my mother safe,” he bid you urgently. He knew that even without your powers, you weren’t helpless. You knew what he was doing and didn’t fault him for it. He was giving you a job in this fight, an important one. His mother’s safety was more important to him even than yours. “Sig, if the healing wing is breeched, you know what to do,” Loki reminded you. You knew the backup plan and you’d do it, no matter the cost, you’d protect Frigga.

    You nodded. “We’ll keep her safe. You stay safe too, my king,”

    “I have survived how many battles and still my queen worries over me,” he commented warmly.

    “It is because I worry about you that you have survived,” you replied and stuck your tongue out at him. Even in these circumstances, you couldn’t help flirting with him during battle. “Give us a lift?” you asked when you reached Sif. He nodded and banged Gungir on the floor once. Green magic shimmered around you and you were suddenly in the healing wing.

    “I really hate when he does that,” Sif growled, looking a little green around the edges. Nonmagic folk often didn’t take well to teleporting. You looked around the healing wing which had become your domain.

    The healers were being terrified sheep. Great. Just what you didn’t need. “Ninnies, help us barracade the entrance,” you snapped the order to them. Once they had clear orders, they could stop being sheep and actually do something. They rushed to obey, pushing whatever heavy objects they could in front of the door. “Ingris, keep the patients calm and quiet, use potions where you can. Save your magic for after the battle.” You ordered. You were the strongest healer in the realm and you were out of commission. Sif stayed by the barrier, bladed staff already out to defend the already ill and wounded.

    “Sif, call me if there’s trouble,” you told her. She nodded and you rushed to Odin’s room.

    Frigga looked up as you burst in. “What’s wrong?” she asked, getting to her feet.

    “Giants are attacking the palace,” you told her calmly. “Sif and I are here to defend the healing wing. Everything will be alright, Mother. Loki is in charge of the defense, he will keep our people safe,”

    She gave you a look. “You do not worry for him?”

    “Of course I worry, but I have a job to do too. We trust in each other to do our jobs and survive. Neither of us are weak, even without my powers, I’m an Aesir trained warrior, and Loki has over a thousand more years of combat experience than I do. He will be fine, my worrying will do him no good, but preparing our defenses here will,” she smiled warmly at your reply. So you risked a little snark. “And if he is injured, I’ll kick his ass myself to remind him not to do it again,”

    She laughed aloud at that. “The answer of an Asgardian lady if I have ever heard one,” she told you warmly. “What do you require of me, Daughter?” she asked.

    “Your preparation. I have my orders from the king, and I will follow them, no matter the cost. If the healing wing is breached, we are escaping, even if that means leaving Odin behind,” you told her firmly. She blanched and looked to Odin.

    “I can’t-”

    “You can and you will. It will not be any easier for me to run and leave Loki behind if things go that poorly,” you told her. You couldn’t believe you were speaking this way to the proper queen, but she had to be prepared. Loki’s orders trumped her desires at the moment. She looked like she was about to argue. “Loki is king until such time as Odin awakes. His orders are clear,” you reminded her firmly, with the straight spine and regal air you’d had to acquire to deal with the ninnies who were the healers.

    She paused, but eventually gave you a warm, proud smile. “You are correct, Daughter. You have grown into a proper Queen, though you do not yet bear the title officially,” she was proud of you for standing up to her, for doing your duty though it was difficult. You nodded, accepting the praise and returned to the main room of the healing wing.

    “Any news?” you asked Sif. She shook her head. The healers had gotten the patients quiet. “Ingris, Astra, Flora, stay back. With my powers out of comission, you three are the only magical healers we have. We don’t know what we’ll be dealing with once this is over, so I want you three at full strength. The rest of you, I expect that if our barrier is breached, that you will protect your patients with the ferocity of any shield maiden in our history,” you told them all, looking over your crowd of ninnies. They tightened their grips on their knives, scissors, and brooms and nodded to you, prepared to do their duty, just as any Asgardian warrior would be. You drew your dagger from the sheath at your side.

    Things were quiet for a long while until a pair of giants came clamboring through your makeshift barrier. It didn’t matter that you were in pain of cramps. It didn’t matter that you were weak and exhausted without your powers. What mattered is that your home and loved ones were in danger. You could rest when you were safe. You and Sif leapt into action, fighting well together. She knew exactly how you fought, since you fought like Loki, which made sense since he had taught you most of your fighting skills. You’d also fought with Sif before on previous visits to Asgard. “Did you just kick that giant’s legs out from under him and slice his manhood off?” Sif asked watching in awe as you slit the giant’s throat.

    You looked up at her and wiped the blood that had splattered on your face. “Um…it appears I did,” you told her sheepishly. The giant she was working on was dead on the ground as well.

    “Viciously brutal. Loki would be proud, though not what I would expect from a healer,” she told you with a grin. You smirked back at her.

    “So would Lady Natasha on Midgard. She’s the one who taught me that particular move, and I’m not just a healer. I’m a Lady of Asgard, and currently acting Queen.” Sif nodded her approval at those words and you worked together to put the barrier back together. You whirled when you felt magic behind you and raised your blade.

    “Sig!” Loki called and rushed forward, but stopped just before he touched you. Illusion.

    “I’m fine. We’re fine,” you reassured him quickly.

    “You’re covered in blood,” he commented dryly.

    You gestured to the giants dead at the doorway. “Theirs, not mine.” He sighed in relief.

    “We’re doing one last sweep of the palace, but we think we’ve killed or repelled them all. That will teach the giants to think the palace is undefended just because the Allfather is not on the throne,” Loki told you, proud of his accomplishment of defending the people. “Hold out here a little longer. I’ll let you know when it’s safe,” he told you warmly. He hesitated for a moment before he added. “Mother?”

    “Safe with Odin,” you told him. He nodded and vanished as the illusion pressed his lips against your forehead. You hadn’t asked if he was ok. He wouldn’t have told you anyway. His illusion hadn’t looked injured, but that didn’t mean anything. He could cast an illusion that appeared uninjured even if he was gravily injured. You wanted to run and find him, but knew that duty demanded that you stay here.

    He returned a few minutes later, still an illusion. “The palace is clear. I ordered guards down there to clear the healer’s wing,” he told you while you sighed in relief. You nodded and sheathed your blad. “Have Sif walk you back up to the throne room,” he added.

    “I’ll see you soon,” you told him with a smile. He nodded and vanished. Your first stop was to inform Frigga that everything was alright, the giants had been defeated. She was relieved as well and sheathed her own blade. She’d been ready to fight as well, though she wasn’t a warrior, even less of one than you were. She would only fight if there was no other option available. She thanked you again and told you how proud she was of both of you.

    After that was taken care of, you gave a couple orders to the ninnies for cleaning up the healing wing, and went back to Sif. “Sorry you have to babysit,” you told her as you walked back up to the throne room with her.

    “Loki is protective. Moreso when you’re without your powers. I can’t say I’m surprised, though you can obviously take care of yourself. There’s no reason to take chances. Besides, the throne room is near our sitting room, and I’m totally stealing some of Volstagg’s prized ale as soon as you’re safely delivered back to Loki,” she told you with a grin. You nodded and smiled in return.

    “Tell him I ordered you be allowed to have it,” you replied. Her grin broadened. She left you at the doors to the throne room and you went inside, striding right up to the throne. The people saw you covered in blood and you noted their approval that even in your state you would defend your people. You saw blood dripping down Loki’s arm and rushed the rest of the way up to the throne, pulling a stray roll of bandage from the pocket of your gown as you ran. You seemed to always have bandages in your pockets since you took over the healing wing.

    Loki gave you a warm smile as you ran up to his side and looked over the gash on his arm. “Trickster’s blessing,” you growled, a blessing from the trickster wasn’t a blessing at all. Loki smirked, amused that you were cursing by him. “I wish I had my powers,” you growled as you pulled the tiny emergency first aid kit from your other pocket. Your pockets had acquired a lot of random shit since you took over in the healing wing. He sat in the throne again and you perched on the wide arm of the throne, your feet in his lap, his arm across your lap and got to work, cleaning, then stitching the deep gash in his arm while he went about his court business and the job of cleaning the palace and strangethening the defenses as if nothing strange was going on. No one commented at your work. They didn’t think it strange that the king was being stitched up by his lady while he continued with the court and ruling as if nothing had happened, as if he weren’t being worked on.

    It was impressive to the people that you were here helping and just as impressive to them that he continued his duties while you did. You wrapped the wound in a bandage when you were fiished stitching it up. “Was that it?” you looked him over with a healer’s eye, but was at a disadvantage wihtout your powers. He looked over at you and kissed you.

    “That was it, darling. Thank you,” he told you warmly. “Was that everything?” he asked the head of the guards.

    “Yes, sir,” the guard replied.

    “Send word if anything else urgent comes up,” Loki told them and stood, drawing you to your feet as well. The assembled group bowed as Loki wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his side. He teleported you both back to his suite. “Come along, witchling, that was more than enough excitement for you without your powers,” he bid you, and with a little magic, you were clean and in soft fluffy pajamas. Since you were alone, you could sag against him, whimpering in pain and exhaustion. He made soft soothing noises as he swept you into his arms so he could tuck you into bed with too many blankets, fluffy novels, and healing tea. He kissed your forehead when you were settled safely and as comfortably as possible. “Way too much excitement for little witchlings,” he told you warmly.

    “Don’t you have work to do?” you asked him. It was only the middle of the afternoon.

    “They know where to find me if I’m needed. You need me more, my queen. You have done more than a warrior’s work, especially in your current state,” he told you warmly and settled next to you in the bed, letting you lay your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head.

    “I love you, Loki,” you murmured as his healing tea took effect, brewed stronger than usual because of the excitement, because he knew that more exertion would make your condition worse.

    “And I you, my Sigyn,” his lips brushed your hair as he spoke.

[shadowtarot]

Tii - Ambush tactics! Death from above!

Thieves in Inaba Part 73

Sae sits down at the table, laptop open as she begins to hear the rescued Link’s recount of all the events. Both their own, and what they had heard from the Persona team.

“From what we understand, all of this happened after infighting between two of the groups.” Iwai leans back in his seat. “When the kids rushed out to go investigate the merging, some of them mentioned how this could be worse ‘Then when Yu and Ren were fighting’.”

Sae nods, typing out the information. “This lines up with my own involvement with that short investigation. Yu Narukami came into contact with me trying to gain information on the Phantom Thieves. But I was notified to stay on guard ever since Shido’s arrest.”

Kou places his folded arms on the table. “Then there’s Minato. Apparently according to Kazushi here, he’s been dead since 09 yet here he is looking as old as he was when he passed.”

“Someone…rose from the dead? Impossible.” 

The Baskeball player shrugs. “With all that’s happening right now, I’d believe just about anything I was told.”

“…clearly there’s some information there that we don’t know about. But he came back? And this was after the Metorite crash correct?”

“Seems so. According to this notebook that Haru left behind, that’s the order of events. Deathbringer as they call him, attacked Ren when he went back in the TV to heal his wounds only to be saved by Minato.” Ai points the text out to Sae.

She nods and looks at the next point. “From there they started investigating a sudden shadow outbreak and moved to saving kinnaped victims and…wait am I reading this part correctly. ‘Encountered Akechi and Adachi’.” Sae looks shocked yet slightly relieved.

Kou nods, a serious look on his face. “Yeah, the two tried to save us but kinda failed due to lack of coordination.”

“But Akechi’s supposed to be…”

“Dead, I presume?” Iwai looks at her hard. “Yeah, half of Tokyo has started to assume that he died under mysterious causes due to his role in the Phantom Thieves investigation. I got a few regulars mentioning it off and on.”

“Well, if he’s alive…maybe I can finally properly interrogate him…after this is all over that is..” Sae smiles barely.

“Well, the notes get kinda weird from here.” Kazushi points out. “Seems something happened to Minato after saving these two. You guys know about it?”

Daisuke nods. “He seemed to have chest pains and slipped off to the bathroom. A while later we all heard him screaming and found him in some sort of trance…”

“And was he pulled out?” Sae doesn’t look up from her laptop as she types.

“Yeah, somehow. Yu and Ren did something but we have no clue what.” Kou sighs.

“Nothing else note worthy happned except for ‘Yosuke taken, Yu fleeing, castle trap, Crawling Darkness…’“ Ai seems to be reading through it faster.

“Hold on, these are all important.” Sae stops her, looking over it herself. “From what I can gather, something has it out for the leaders of the groups…and Akechi. They targeted you all too…” 

She starts to ask something, when something rams against the front door. Everyone tenses up. 

���Another Shadow?” Sae stands up, looking to the door. “I thought you all said this place was secure!”

Ai shakes her head. “It’s supposed to be!”

“…maybe it’s no longer safe because we merged.” Kaoru suggests. “Like CO2. Oxygen might still be in it, but it doesn’t mean it’s safe.”

Loud crashes are heard from the roof, the Shadows are trying to break in to the gym any way possible.

Sae sighs and looks to everyone. “Grab whatever weapon in this facility you can use. Any sort of staff or spear if you need something simple to use.”

They all nod and rush to get weapons. Sae takes out a model pistol, readying herself. 

“Barracade all the doors. If this place isn’t safe anymore then we have to make it safe.” Iwai orders. “Grab chairs, tables, even punching bags if they’re heavy enough. Aim to make it hard for ‘em.”

They all get to work barricading the area. The group needed to hold out as long as they could. There is no Persona back up this time.

Deep Within Yasogami Tower

Maou is silent, sitting on a chair within one of the highest points of the tower overlooking TVs, Coffins, and Cages strewn about with only the symbols of Arcana to decorate them.

Nyarlathotep stands behind him, arms folded on the head rest of the chair. He laughs, and seems to look to his ally as if to expect him to join in. 

But Deathbringer, does not speak. 

“You hold on to the lingering remains of humanity you have like a moth to a nearly melted candle. If you worry this much, then speak.”

“Nyx, Yaldaboth, even Chronos. They all ceased their duties after influence by them correct? You wish to hinder any servants of Philmon. And I…no longer know what I desired.” The cloaked goul states, looking to the ceiling.

“This is correct. Humanity itself has attempted to bring the Apocalypse upon itself. But as long as Philmon’s direct servant seeks out the Wild Cards…they will be stopped. But this shall no longer happen. If we can at all, I wish to force a door open to that damnable room and kill him where he stands.” 

“…but the Wild Cards would hinder that, since he is not a stranger to calling for help. Correct?” 

The Crawling Darkness nods. “Unleashing the shadows, and forcing all of the Wild Cards out of hiding was simple. The somewhat hard part was forcing that seal to be lifted. All it took was simply ‘Erasing’ the threat long enough for the boy to come into the living. If he dies by my hand. Nothing can prevent The Fall.”

“And what will you do after it happens?”

“You shall find out in due time, Deathbringer.”

[fvcknvgget]

I feel sick. I don't know what I've done wrong. Hearing her scream at me like that, the hateful words, the audacity of herself... It hurt, a lot. She screams I'm useless but still needs my help, demands it. She is so confusing I don't know what to do when she's like this. Standing my ground doesn't work, arguing back doesn't work, hateful words do not work so I do not do those things. Not reacting doesn't work, staying silent has not worked, staying out the way did not work, so I don't know what to do. She said she wanted me out, screamed it. Talking to herself in her room but loud enough for me to hear, she wanted me to hear, she hates me, I'm a useless twat, why am I still here, all she wants is for me to leave her alone (at this point she was crying this to herself, like someone on tv I saw recently in a defamation court case) I think she realised what will happen if I do go, she'd be on her own, with no help. So reluctantly, begrudgingly and with a sense of superiority, with the "oi I'm talking to you answer me now" attitude, she asks if I am helping her tomorrow... I was speechless, I couldn't believe how fast she turned. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, in shock. Was she for real? After all the hateful, nasty things she screamed at me. The way she went off scared me, I am scared for her mental health. This was abusive. I feel vulnerable and scared when she's like this, it's getting worse. It's like she's turning back in to the mother that I grew up with, the one that I was scared of most of the time, the one who I wanted to get away from all of the time, the one who I relied on for a safe loving environment but never got. She's reverting back into her old self and I am a scared child again and don't know what to do. I know I should leave but she's not always like this and she will need me if I go. And it's not like i have anywhere to go, I am stuck here. Last thing she said to me last night was when I got to work I'm not getting back in the house, she doesn't want me here, she will get me out somehow. So I haven't gone to work this morning. This has happened a few times when I have had to call in sick because I don't know what she's going to do, she could throw all my stuff out onto the garden, change the locks, barracade the doors. And she's shocked me again I could not speak, she's woke up and seen I have not gone to work, her words were "why haven't you gone to work? So you're going to get sacked from this job too?" I just can't deal with her, I can't understand what's going through her head, does she really think this is my fault? Does she not see how she is being, how she is acting? Is she truly that indenail, or just too stubborn and proud? I can't be around someone this toxic, I absorb it like a sponge and drown in it. I hate it. I think I really do need to go. But where? How can I afford it? What about Amber? My priority. I am not leaving her, she would have to come with me, but would I be able to afford to care for her? I am stuck. I am alone.

[thedoctorselder]

I don't think I have ever realized how much A.L.I.C.E. drills freak me out until today.

I didn't think much of it when the principal came on the PA and said we were having a barracade A.L.I.C.E. drill. I figured it made sense, what with all the recent school shootings. We barricaded the door and made a Les Miserables-ish barricade around the room. It wasn't until after the all clear when we were having a conversation as a class did I start crying. See, one of the students had asked my teacher The Inevitable Question. She broke down saying as much as she wants to assure us she would take a bullet to protect us, she just doesn't know what she would do. She has two young children and a husband at home. At this point, the whole class is completely silent, and she and I both have tears rolling down our faces. Eventually we pulled everything back together and continued class.

The day progressed. I am at the dinner table with my parents and we are talking about the day. I mention the drill and we start talking about everything going on. And I have a small breakdown.

Guys, it's not just scary, it's downright terrifying to be a high school student in this day and age. The fact we have been practicing what to do in case of an active shooter since 2006 (I was in KINDERGARTEN) just is not okay.

Idk i just needed to get this out.

[noro124]

i had a weird dream in three parts

1. on a family trip with my dad & sister? I had to go to the bathroom, so we pulled off the road to a rest stop. we were driving through a field of very tall sunflowers bordered by mountains & apparently we were in Germany. we went to the rest stop & it cost $4 to use the bathrooms & the whole thing was very badly laid out. it took forever to find the bathroom ticket purchasing area & then to find the actual bathroom. it was really dirty & cramped with lots of papers pinned to the walls & the architecture was all exposed logs like they were trying to go for a naturey hiking aesthetic. I don't remember if we could find out how to leave but I think we did get back on the road before the end.

2. howl's moving castle but weird. I was Sophie & I lived in rural mountainous Taiwan, judging from how the city looked. it was raining, howl was there buying something & I saw him while going out to buy fruit & thought he was hot. I don't remember what he ended up saving me from, but he wasn't in well control of his powers because we were being chased by people & he was wounded.

we were teleporting around, ended up in the Arctic on very delicate ice & he was drowning because of how exhausted he was, so I pulled him to shore. except it cracked off from the mainland & our pursuers were getting closer, so we were sitting ducks on a little ice floe in the middle of the Arctic at night. howl was like 3 inches from unconsciousness but he told me to paddle for this area that had somewhat tall ice spikes so we could try to get undercover, & while doing so, I found ice cubes like the kind that form in your fridge that could not have been natural. I was looking at them confused & then howl sat up & was like "yes! yes! this is our way out of here! put these in your hand & imagine really hard that we're somewhere else, like a fancy dinner & these are in the glasses." so I did that,& the Arctic started to fade away around us & a nice restaurant lit with gentle golden light started appearing. however, our pursuers were near enough that they were caught up in the teleportation spell & once we got to the restaurant howl pulled me to my feet & told me to run. we bolted for the door & heard the crash of pursuit & we were out on the street.

it was raining at night & there wasn't many people out, so no chance of losing ourselves in the crowd. howl pressed something into my hand, like a shitty wide hairband that l the fabric had worn off of, & I suddenly realized I knew how to teleport. the hairband would take me to safety? he told me to get away & that I shouldn't get caught up in all that & I was like "but what about you?" & started doing the imagination process. the pursuers grabbed him & he started fighting them off despite being exhausted, so I was like "well whatever" & finished teleportation. I ended up in what seemed like an alternate universe where none of them existed because everything was exactly the same, except they were gone.

3. i was a superhero similar to spiderman & i was in france, except france did not look right (looked like the city from the last dream but with bigger buildings) & i was there with my entire school & their families. i went to an enemy's house & it turns out his 5 year old sister was like a sociopath using the fact everyone thought she was adorable to her advantage. she made us all personalized gifts that contained a few lines of a poem & she wanted us to read the poem out, but that didn't happen. on the back of my gift she wrote "if that post just saying wooloo gets 100k notes I'm gonna kill you" & I was like "ok...".

we heard that something bad was coming, like an invasion of bad things that looked like demogorgons, so the teacher told us to get in the top of some weird lab building that was also connected to the metro & to the design school. we were dropped off by.. helicopter? but it wasn't safe up top & I just knew that somehow the only way to be safe was to go down into the tunnels. which is kind of counterproductive if you ask me because if a swarm invasion of ground based enemies was appearing why wouldn't you want to be up away from the ground? but anyway the teacher wasn't listening to me, but i guess I sounded urgent enough that the other students followed me down to the metro tunnels where the rest of the school was. they had to get away from the entrance to the metro & split off into groups of people & barracade themselves in rooms & paint the windows black so they couldn't see in. I was trying specifically to keep my friends safe but they were slow & some bitch jock guy was like "I bet I could beat you up." & me being spiderman I was like "there's no way you could. you could not take me in a fight." but I was busy trying to get people to safety before the demogorgons showed up so I didn't have the time or the desire to beat that guy up, so he started following me yelling about how I was a coward, which I ignored until he popped out of a hole in the ground & grabbed my foot,so I slapped him real good in the face & pulled him out of the hole & let him lie there on the ground.

anyway, now the monsters were coming & I got stuck in one of the black painted rooms. I didn't want my identity to be revealed, so I pulled a black beanie over my entire head & went out looking for containment breaches where the monsters got in to people rooms. some rude kids were standing around outside the entire complex & I said "hey could you hold my stuffed zebra for me? I want to make sure she's safe during this whole thing & I'll be able to find her later." & they jeered & threw her up on a roof, so I rolled my eyes & went to get her. while up there, I saw a breach so I went to go deal with it with my zebra & then I woke up & went back to sleep so the setting changed a little.

now everyone was on a train leaving the city since it wasn't safe anymore. the entire city had descended into chaos & the chaos was shaped by what you believed. one train car looked out & saw the demogorgons. another one saw Giratina O form blasting lasers into the buildings. there was a little girl in this train car sitting next to her older brother who looked about 7 & she was upset, so I talked to her to calm her down & it worked! I tried to get her to hold my zebra & she said "but I already have a stuffed safety!" & pulled out some bald doll that was miss Piggy's head on a Barbie body. I was like "could you just hold my zebra though? I know you'll take good care of her" & I guess she did. I had a contact with a powerful sjoper rifle shooting missiles into the city from the perimeter to delay pursuit. the city was shaped like a walled 5 pointed star. anyway, we were in another city now, Berlin maybe? & I needed to get a macbook charger for my friend but the train wasn't stopping, so I spidermanned over to the Apple store which was shaped like an apple, broke in, & grabbed it. that's the end of my dream. thanks

[miamly-blog]

My Secret? ( Galra!Keith)

           By now, everyone knows that Keith is Galra. Between the Marmora ordeal, to his blade, to his abilities, his habits, you get the jist. None of the Paladins, however, had figured out how Galra he really is. That is, until now.

          ‘Is it showing? Did I hide it well enough? It’s just a little splotch, of course its hidden well. They can’t see. It’s on my wrist anyways. Im fine. It’s fine. Everything is going to be fi-.’, Keith thought as he was interupted by Shiro. 

          “Keith! Are ya’ still with us buddy?”, He asked as he patted him on the shoulder. Shiro chuckled his was into a sigh, “It’s your turn buddy.”, he said nodding towards the training deck. The other paladins were taking turn watching the others fight training bots. Keith stood up. “Oh great, now I won’t get my turn for another 2 hours.”, Lance remarked. “You realize thats sort of a compliment, right?”, Keith said as he walked into the training arena. Lance huffed, but they could all tell he was slightly embarressed. “Training level 5.”, Keith stated as a bot appeared weilding a sword. Their fight slowly turned from a middle class fight to a fast pace sword match. Keith was attempting to steady his breathing while Shiro noticed a small, yet prominent, purple splotch on his wrist, just underneath his black glove on his right arm. Keith could feel eyes on him, he instinctivly looked towards the group of Paladins. He had already known what had happened, based off his look of concern. Just as he froze the bot kicked him in the gut. Keith was flown across the room and into the wall, where he slid down into a slouch. He coughed, and leaned his head back to the wall. “Session end.”, Keith stated, in a cracky voice, just as the bot was nearing him for the finishing blow.  Keith got up and walked out of the arena. Lance passed him on his was up, giggling. “I take back what I said earlier.”, he said as he entered. Keith sat down on the opposite end of Shiro on the bench. Shiro just stared for a moment and then shook his head, then he sighed, turning his attention back to Lance. 

              They didn’t speak until they were on their way to their rooms after dinner. “Keith.”, He whispered. “Shiro. Its none of your buissness. Im completely fine and healthy. It’s just a little rash.”, he said in an angsty tone. Shiro sighed. “Whatever you say Keith. I trust youu have this under control.”, he said as Keith’s door slid open, and then closed, without even a look back, or sigh, or thanks. Shiro left to his room.

             “Too close. Way too close.”, he whispered as he ripped of his top clothing one by one. At last, he took off his gloves. He looked into his bathroom mirror as he put his hands on the sink. Ther was a bigger purple blotch on his gut where had had got kicked earlier. He narrowed his eyebrows and closed his eyes, leaning his head down. He gritted his teeth as the purple started retracting under his skin. After it was gone, he lightheadedly collappsed to the ground. He held his hand over his face, as he stood, leaning on the wall. All of the exposed purple was now barracaded under his skin again. He walked slowly to his room and fell onto his bed. He kicked off his pants, pulled up the covers, and adjusted to the bed. He curled up around his pillow. ‘It’ll go away. I just have to keep this up for a little longer, everything will be fine.’, he told himself. He knew this probably wasn’t true though. It seemed like he was trying to think it into existance. Maybe he was.

              “Okay Paladins. The Arthukian planet is just ahead. Your mission there is to make sure there is no pure quintessence left. The whole base is a practical storage container. TTheres a large group, its an experienced and highly lethal group for that matter, and a huge facility. They’re dangerous, be careful. I have faith in you. Goodluck Paladins.”, Allura stated as they all flew towards the planet in their lions. They all landed on the mostly rainforest planet, near the Galra base. “Thats pretty big.”, Hunk stated. “Like, really big for a base.”, he continued on. “Shiro, do you think it would be wise to stick together?”, Pidge asked. “No, we should split into pairs.” , he said. “But that would leave one of us out?”, Lance questioned. “I’ll go solo.”, Keith stated. “No, actually. I’ll do it. Keith, you’ll escort Pidge to the security camera area. Lance, go with Hunk. Keith, 3rd floor, hard not to miss. Lance, Hunk, plant bombs in all of the stoorage areas. I want the place covered. As for me, i’ll be stealing a pod of quintessence for Coran and Allura. Let’s go.” He stated as they snuck into the base.

          Keith was standing watch outside of the security office where Pidge was busy setting up the bombing system. He noticed A Galra soldier nearing from around the hall. He stepped inside the room and waited for him to pass in front of him. When he did, Keith pushed himm against the wall, knocking him out. Pidge turned around to Keith dragging him inside and locking the door using the handprint lock. He waved a hand in front of the Galra to chheck if he was concious. He then started body searching him for anything useful, when Pidge spoke, “Wait, you can use those?” , gesturing to the handprint scan. “Yea, I can use all of the Galra tech.” He said., Pidge looked confused. “But that would mean that your Galra DNA is equal to or greater than your human DNA. But that couldn’t be, because you look completely human.”, Keith started to sweat as he turned back to the Galra. “You’ll have to let me take a look at you when we get back. Maybe I can figure it out.”, she insisted as she typed away on the keyboard. “Pidge, im not a science project.” He stated as he stood. “Ok. I get it. You don’t want me to know your secret. It’s fine, I understand.”, she joked. “My secret? Really?”, he asked. She chuckled.  He shook his head. He went back to the door. He leaned his back against it. 

              About 10 minutes had passed. The two Paladins were basically chilling out until they got the signal to light the place up. Then the Galra started to groggily wake up. “Your part of Voltron.”, He said as he woke. They were startled, as Keith quickly put him out again, but not before he pushed a small button on his helmet. “Thats a tracker!” Pidge exclaimed. They exchanged a worriied look. “Guys, we are being tracked, Galra on their way to us, I can set a time bomb up, but we need to move.”, Pidge explained to the Paladins through their helmets. “Set it for 20:00 Pidge. Keith,you and Pidge start heading back. Be careful.”, Shiro said. They nodded. Pidge quickly set the timer. She pressed start as the red alarm sounded throughout the building. Keith covered his ears, over the helmet. He “Agh!”, he yelled. “Keith lets go!” she yelled. He gritted his teeth as he unlocked the door. They ran outside, and down the hall in a stealthy manner. “Pidge...Pidge...I can’t take this noise.” , Keith hesitated to say. “Tough it out buddy ‘cause I can’t get you a bandaid at the moment.” , she said, as she raced down the hall. “Keith? Are you ok?” , Shiro asked over the helmets. “Im fine Shiro!” , he yelled. Suddenly, Senrties ( is that what they’re called??? idk) had them surrounded on both ends. They both threw eachother a look. Keith gripped his sword. He ran at the group on his side. He swiftly swung at their necks, dismantling 2, leaving 3 left. Pidge got another 1 on his side with her bayard. Keith took out the last 2, with a kick and another blow to their neck pieces. 

                  The ones from Pidge’s side started firing their blasters as they ran off. “Shiro, we are being chased. We are on our way out.”, Pidge announced over the helments. “Sort of a minor issue, um, guys...”, Lance said as he got cut off. “WE HAVE 10 MINUTES!” , Hunk yelled. “What! What did you guys do!”, she yelled. “Nothing! Really! Let’s just get out of here.” , Lance said. “Guys I have the quintessence but I can’t get out of here in 10 minutes with it.”, Shiro stated.  “Im on my way to you.”, Keith said as he started running the opposite direction, taking out the sentry group on the way. “Keith wait! You’ll never make it!”, Pidge yelled back. “I’ll be fine! Go!”, he yelled back. 

               He was helping Shiro carry the large capsule of yellow fluid to the second floor. Then, Pidge anounced, “5 minutes guys! Im coming back to the security room to reset the timer!”. “We are on our way to help you guys!”, Lance announced. “No! Pidge! We will make it! Go! Now!”, Shiro yelled. “3 Minutes!”, she frantically yelled. “Everyone! Hurry! Get as far away from the storage center as possible!”, Shiro yelled. Him and Shiro frantically ran with the capsule. They were still remotely close to the center as Pidge yelled, “1 minute! Im at the security center. Im trying to activate the reset but I need a handprint!” , Pidge announced as she frantically tried to deactivate the bombing system. “Pidge! I told you to go!” , Shiro yelled. Lance and Hunk appeared and joined the two other Paladins in carrying the huge capsule. “20 seconds! Just leave the capsule guys! Get out of there! Now!” Pidge yelled. They all dropped the capsule and started running. A group of Sentry started blasting at them from behind. “Guys! 10 Seconds! HURRY!” , she yelled frantically. 

The bombs started setting off groups at a time. The walls around them started collapsing around them. Their path was blocked with smoke and debris. They all started coughing as they sentry stopped firing. “GUYS!” Pidge yelled. As the ceiling over them fell. 

                “Guys...is everyone ok?”, Shiro asked. This was pointless, everyone had been crushed by the ceiling. “No.”, Hunk said. They were all trapped by the debris. “Pidge? Pidge are you ok?” he asked through his helmet. No reply. “Pidge!” he yelled. Still yet, no reply. Keith was gritting his teeth again, breathing harder than before, laying beside him with squinted eyes. “Keith? You alright? Don’t lie this time.” He concerningly asked. “Shiro. On the outside, im fine. I can’t say the same for the rest of me.” , he huffed out as his eyes widened open. He looked towards Shiro. Shiro looked frightened. His eyes were pupil-less, instead, they were a prominent glowing yellow. In the darkness, they lit up his face. Light purple started forming over his face. He lay there, mouth gaping open to reveal his small, abnormal canines. “Keith..what happened to you. “I don’t really know right now.”, he put his hands on the ceiling above him and started pushing. He pushed it until he was completely standing, then he pushed it forwards and and over so Shiro could help the other Paladins out. “Im...going to get Pidge. You all get to the lions.”, Keith stated. This was all he could get out before he started running in the direction of the security room, dropping the ceiling. 

           He saw Pidge laying on the ground, half concious. He picked her up, bridal style, and started carrying her out. He got outside the base finally, where the other paladins were waiting, most likely to see if Pidge was ok. The bright lights of the outdoor sunlight hurt Keith’s eyes. He had to squint on his way to the lions. 

         When he got there, he handed Pidge to Shiro. Keith stood and looked at everyone. Pidge regained conciousness and Shiro helped her stand. “Thanks Keith.”, she thanked him. “Im sorry.”, Keith managed to get out. He leaned his head towards the ground, clenching his fists. “I should have told you guys.”, he looked ashamed. It was hard for Lance to take him seriously. With those big fluffy ears of his. Shiro gave him a hug, soon they were all in on it too. Keith let a single tear escape, that he could no longer hold back. “Thanks...guys.”, he choked out as he started crying full on. 

                                                     *B~O~N~U~S*

The next morning. Keith came to breakfast, fully “human” looking. The whole crew looked dumbfounded. “What?”, Keith asked, as he sat down to eat his space ‘cereal’. “But yesterday, you were all, purple, and fluffy and-”, Keith cut Hunk off. “-Galra? Chill.  I can force it away if I concentrate hard enough.”, he said. Everyone had already noticed that Keith seemed more relaxed and open than usual. He opened his mouth to take a bite of ‘cereal’. Shiro remembered his distinctly long abnormal canines from the day before. He chuckled. “Sure you can.” he said. “What? Whats so funny!?”, Keith asked. 

( This isn’t one of my better fics but I kinda lost motivation after like 30 minutes so eh ) ( I’ll do better lol I promise )

[bpdforlife-blog]

I was tired *trigger warning*

I was tired of life. I was tired of living without my best friend. I couldn't stop the constant thoughts and flashbacks. I remember when police contacted me to tell me the tragic news. I was called to go to the police. As I was walking to the police station I remember the aweful butterflies in my stomach. I knew something wasn't right, but I would have never thought I was ever going to hear the words "we're sorry to tell you this Emily, but your best friend passed away"! I remember the day as if it was yesterday. Due to my own history, the police thought it was best for me to be hospitalized again. I agreed. I spent another two weeks in hospital. Played the game. I couldn't understand, I couldn't believe what happened. I thought they were lying to me to get me help. That changed when I went to her funeral and seen her white in the casket. I tucked my letter in her hands and closed them back up. I had to go back to the hospital as I was only on a pass to go to the funeral. I told the hospital I was fine. Told them I wasn't suicidal or anything. A week later after being there for two weeks they discharged me. A week later I had crises and Police called on me. I had to have a meeting with them. I lied again. I told them I wasn't suicidal. I told them I was just upset and angry. They said ok, and trusted me and left. I told my friend that I led and they believed me. I was happy. I thought that was it. I could leave without being hospitalized.well that's not the case. Police and crises returned as my friend told them I lied. They cuffed me at school and searched me and put me in the cruiser. When I arrived at hospital, I had to Waite in isolation until the mental health ward had a bed ready. The hospital staff were certainly not shocked to see me yet again. They told me before I was discharged the last time that they would see me again as they knew I was lying. I was manic. I told the doctor "I'm going to kill myself and nobody can stop me". I was put in "open seclusion" meaning the door was unlocked. That lasted a few hours. After being in isolation for two hours I put the bed in front of the door. I barracaded myself. Nurses and security knocked the door down. They dragged me to the middle of the floor and stuck needles in my butt. I instantly calmed down. That also didn't last too long. They door was now locked, I now had no bed. I slept on the cold hard floor. I spent weeks in isolation. I was punching the walls to the point blood was all over the wall. I split my hand pretty good. I was allowed out after I I showed that I could be trusted to be out with the other patients. I volunterily went to seclusion when I was having suicidal thoughts. I asked multiple times a day. I felt safe in there. I was left alone, I could think. I knew if I harmed myself that the nurses would help calm me down. I spent many days journaling and reading the Bible. Things were going ok. I had my passes so every couple hours I could go out for half an hour to have a smoke. Once again, that didn't last too long. One night I was manic again and had a code white called on me. The nurses tried dragging me to isolation, but I faught back and they needed assistance. A whole bunch of nurses and security grabbed me and dragged me to isolation. They shoved me up against the wall. Then they shoved me to the ground and stripped me. The security guards layed on top of me while they tried taking my clothes off. After my clothes were off me, they shoved needles in my butt again. They quickly got off me and ran out the door and locked it up. I later there shoved and scared. I couldn't believe what just happened. I was in there for what seemed like two months. A Month later I was discharged, but this time it was different. I was actually good enough to leave. I was happy again and wasn't suicidal. Now, I've been out for a year now. Life seems decent. Of course I still relapse, but I get my grip back and stay strong and resilient. I'm proud to say the police and hospital saved my life numerous times. And I will be forever grateful!! Now this was kinda a sad story. But guess what?? It has a great ending. What does that mean? It means so can you :) stay strong always. Nothing lasts forever! Now I live to tell my story and help others who struggle!

[thehurryandtheharmm]

I often find myself wondering on those long drives home what would have happened to us if life had never gotten in the way. I ponder the thoughts of a future that would have been if not for so many obsticles barracading our way into the finish line. I imagine myself being just as head over heels for you now as I was then, because if were being completely honest with eachother I still am. In the decade we’ve been apart I still have never been able to connect and feel the fire with anyone the way I was ignited when I was close to you. The constant fight to resist the urge to jump over your stupid car console and maul you with my lips when we were simply driving to get coffee early in the morning. I fear so deeply that if I see you again I won’t be able to hold back, and thats a terrifying fact. Life has gone on, despite what I had known for a fact at the time, and with that so have we. We’ve each seperatly moved on in two seperate directions over a million miles away from each other, but still on nights like these I find myself tingling from head to toe thinking about it. 

Some people get off of anothers body, or their personality, myself you ask? The thing that leaves me aching and needing is the memory of how electric the slightest brush of you hand against mine while passing you the cigarette I stole back. The nights I ran down those spiralled staircase, pushing past all obsiticales to run out that door in my true dramatic spirit, to you simply sticking one hand out and grabbing me by the waiste and pulling me back. The intoxiating smell of your laundry detergent pushed up against my nose when you held me close. The feeling on having to lift myself up as high as possible on my tip toes only to reach your chin.

You were never afraid to tell me no, the fact that nothing held you back from saying what you wanted when all I ever wanted to do was spit out those words stuck on the tip of my tounge. I’ve aways been so envious of how you carryed yourself, not only around me, but in a sea of people you always stood out. So intoxicatingly perfect.

if only i could write a damn book..