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iggy-of-fans · 5 years ago

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Daminette AU idea part 5

Firstly, I have no idea how to tag properly, so if I missed you or the tag didn't work properly, I'm really sorry. Secondly, I'm so sorry this took so long, my day got busy and I've never been good in fight scenes, but there's no way I'm not writing one because that's what you deserve! And lastly, after this I think there should only be a couple more parts. So here's to part 5 of 7!

When it Rains

From the start the heroes knew they were at a disadvantage. The League of Shadows members were all trained to escape and bond, Bane alone would take several people to take down. Scarecrow was already starting to release his fear toxin, making it near impossible for some heroes to get within fighting distance of him. The robots are immune to heat vision and ice breath. On top of everything it seems Luther found out about the message Max and Nino sent and is keeping them behind in his tower. Their plan goes out the window quickly. The Assassins hold a grudge and they focus and flush out the batfam, forcing Robin to abandon Guardian Angel early in the fight. Red Robin went back to the cave to get a few vials of nerve toxin to subdue Bane and hopefully some of the others. As it stands, they don't have much that will hold the highly trained assassins anyways, Wonder Woman's rope being one of the few things forces her to leave active battle for prison guard duty. Nightwing watches as Beast Boy, who was left alone by Raven falls to the fear Toxin and some robots.

"second chance". Nightwing jumps from the building he's taken vantage from, pulling Beast Boy out of the way of wave of Robots. Beastboy is barely lucid anymore, fear toxin coursing through every corner of his mind. Nightwing comms Oracle to send someone for rounding up those too badly hurt or incapable of continuing battle. He goes back to scanning the battle "what am I missing? I see everyone…. Except Robin….. And… Raven?" he sees a flash of navy Cape and sees Raven crouching on the far side of an alley, watching a fight within… "what is she doing?"

Now Raven had just wanted to give Robin a chance to grow up a little bit. For him to come into himself and be a little more open about himself with others. She missed her window it seemed, when the Parisian whore worked her way into the picture. Did Robin not realize she was only using him? Who the hell would believe that story? Besides, Raven could sense that she was impure. Tainted by the blonde wanting his classmate back. Being magical had its advantages, as she thought back to the Gala. She'd been hurt that Robin had brushed her off so casually, his eyes never straying from the temptress. Raven had been so patient, waiting for her opening, making sure to always be "less annoying than the banshees he deals with at school", always there for him when he was around. She knew she just had foster that bit of "I don't dislike you" into an "I love you". She'd been close, she knew. She also knew that it was a risk going up to him in the gala. She'd dressed to the nines in a long white dress that brought out her hair and eye colour, put the slightest touch makeup to make her less pale. Only for him to not ever look at her. She'd been furious. And when the alert came and everyone scrambled to get changed, she just magiced her usual fight clothes on in a corner. So she knew that Robin had the black cat ring that the Parisians wanted. And she made it easy on the teens, sending the message to Luther that he'd been betrayed and that Robin had the cat ring and the whore had the earnings and to separate the two of them. She'd get the ring herself, and the girl would be easy to overrun from there. So when the battle started she simply walked away in the chaos, biding her time until Robin was completely isolated. The Parisian had said he would include her in his wish, to end up with Robin as hers. It was a win/win in her eyes. So when Robin's katana got knocked away, she grabbed it and ran towards the whore, knowing that a confused Robin was taking off after her as well.

Nightwing watched, horrified as Raven plunged his brother's katana through Guardian Angel's back, disappearing quickly for GA to turn around to the wide, terrified eyes of Robin. No! Robin ran to her, crying out, and just held her, trying to explain even as her life faded with nothing but hurt and betrayal in her eyes. Raven swooped in a second later, ripping the earnings from her and running towards the back of the siege, where the two teens waited. "second chance" Nightwing barely managed to choke out.

The battle was not in their favour thus far. Superman couldn't get a handle on the robots. These were obviously specifically created to counter his son, cousin and himself. How had Lex managed that? If that wasn't enough, Superboy had been hit with the fear toxin. And while it didn't affect them as strongly, his son was now shooting blind, and Superman could see the Flash working his way through the throngs, trying to get the heroes out of the way of the rogue laser beams. His son would surely be traumatized from the amount of casualties he was witnessing. With Wonder Woman guarding prisoners, Nightwing for some reason staying above the fight, only intervening when things get a little too close, and Red Robin doing calculations on the side, only occasionally swinging his staff to intercept and Raven being no where in immediate sight, and several people being taken out by fear toxins or Bane… things were definitely not in their favour. He decided to take his son down to metabolize the toxin without further injuring anyone, and then landed and did some floor work, taking out soldiers and assassins. It was only because he'd decided to land that he saw Raven going for Guardian Angel with a Katana. He shot forward immediately, intercepting the sword and knocking her out. Guardian Angel looked back, shock evident on her face as she looked at a hero she had trusted. "Thank God! I didn't think I'd reach her in time!" Nightwing called, landing beside them. Guardian Angel made an OH face. Before frowning. "Why would she turn on us? Or go for me?" she asked. "She has a crush on Robin" Nightwing shrugged. Starfire had filled him in during one of their chats. Guardian Angel frowned and looked sad, but Robin snorted and glared. "She's known me for years. Why go after me when I'm taken?"

"She was biding her time, letting you" grow up"" Nightwing said.

"I was never going to change unless I had a reason to."

The comms cracked to life, "I'm sorry Guardian Angel. The Miraculous you entrusted to me is gone" Wonder Woman stated. While they were distracted, the Assassins had over powered her, taking the earings.

"Dammit! Nightwing, we need a second chance!"

"I can't! I have to refuel!"

"Damn! Okay… Think, what do we have that can end this quickly? Red Robin, Oracle, what will take out the robots? Heat doesn't work, neither does crushing them"

"We've been analyzing them, they're ridiculously easy to kill with some water in the right pocket. They're just difficult to reach." Red Robin stated. He'd joined the fray for real, moving his staff much faster than ever before, able to deflect bullets.

"Okay, I have something for that. Nightwing, refuel and get ready just in case. Red Robin, I need to do something for me too. Here's the plan everybody" Guardian Angel would let them feel like their victory was close. But this was far from over.

Adrien smirked in victory when the familiar earnings landed in his hand. Halfway there. Half the heroes were taken out of the fight, and those still standing were weakened and injured. He admitted, it had been a clever trick to switch Miraculi. But he hadn't seen the new costume and immediately knew she was faking somehow. It took a while to find out that the real Ladybug miraculous was with Wonder Woman. But the assassins had of course reported a bright red thing flashing around her once in a while. Maybe if she'd been transformed she would've been unstoppable. But she wasn't and Ladybug had miscalculated. And now he held half of the answer to all his problems in his hands. He looked over to his left, where Marinette stood as always at his side. She smiled brilliantly at him, eyes bright. "I'll hold you in my arms by tonight, Princess" he whispered to her, wanting so badly to cup her cheek, but knowing his hand would go right through her. He hated Ladybug with a passion. He considered transforming and joining the fray, but he had an insider that knew where the black cat was and would be bringing it to him soon enough. Really, Ladybug should know that he knows her best. Her silly tricks don't work on him. Finally he heard over the comms from Bane.

"I have Robin." Excellent.

"Bring me the ring!" he barked at Bane.

"He doesn't have one" ugh, incompetent baffoon!

"Just bring all of him, I'll carve it out of his flesh if I have to!"

The end is finally here. He would get his wish and bring his love back to life and make the world perfect, just for them.

Cliffhanger?

As Guardian Angel issued orders, the heroes that were left scrambled around. She certainly had a presence to her. A comm was snatched from Scarecrow, who'd finally been taken down by the Flash, who was able to metabolize the toxin quickly enough to not be affected. And then the plan came to life.

Alya watched as Robin was carried over, kicking and screaming still to Adrien and herself. When he stood in front of the shorter blonde teen he spat in his eyes and kicked up into his face before Bane retrained him more completely.

"It's too bad I promised that chick she could have you. Once my wish is complete, people like you will be absolutely useless" Adrien stated. The world would be perfect for his Princess. Alya smirked as she started taking off layers of costume to see where the ring was, starting with his gloves. She admitted, she was enjoying this part. She knew that Adrien would wish Nino to be her perfect boyfriend, but Nino had betrayed them today, and she was allowed to look, right? When the left glove came she saw it and grabbed for it.

"Cataclysm" Robin muttered, making it impossible to take off without disintegrating.

"Che, using my own old trick? How pathetic. You know I only have to wait five minutes before I can take it off anyways" Adrien scoffed. Robin smirked.

"Except my time limit is much longer than five minutes, you Rapist scum" Robin growled out. Adrien scowled, but Marinette put her hand on his shoulder and smiled reassuringly.

"He isn't more powerful than you my love. He's bluffing" her voice whispered to him. He nodded and smirked.

"Well, we'll see about that, won't we? I just have to wait out your transformation. Let's go, we'll take him with us and kill him on the way" Adrien ordered. Robin became slightly paler, his smirk fell and he glared.

"Coward" he spat.

"I'm taking what's rightfully mine and making the world a better place. No need to make it perfect for everyone. Don't worry, you'll have your pretty Raven girlfriend. In hell" he said, walking towards a helicopter, away from the carnage behind him. As he was walking he was hit from the side by a baton, breaking his rib cage and throwing him into the side of a building. When he didn't get up, Alya rushed to his side, checking on him. He would never fully recover from that hit. His head was bleeding profusely, his side looked slightly caved in, and his arm was awkwardly bent.

"Let's see how much you like drowning, with no help in sight" Guardian Angel whispered, "Water Dragon."

Her form disappeared and the street started flooding, short-circuiting the robots, washing away the rest of the toxin and cleaning the streets from blood. Alya scrambled to keep afloat, barely holding Adrien up with her. The flood didn't get high, nor did it last long, but it was enough to make her tired. When the water receded, Bane was captured in Wonder Woman's lasso, the assassins captured and surrounded by Superman, boy and girl. Scarecrow was knocked out and tied up by Batman. The robots all dead. Alya made to grab the Miraculous to transform, only for her hand to fall through smoke. Robin landed beside Guardian Angel, pushing down the hood of his costume and revealing the orange ears of the fox miraculous. Red Robin landed beside him, two black triangles barely showing in his dark hair. Guardian Angel picked held up her hand and Tikki flew from inside the building that Adrien was knocked into with the earnings in hand.

"It's over Alya. You need to learn that consequences really do exist" Guardian Angel said. The police GCP decided that moment to swarm the street , piling the criminals into reinforced vehicles.

To be Continued….

PS: I know I'm late posting this, but I realized late that I really don't know the Justice League nearly as well as I wish I did. I also readily admit that I downloaded the Justice League soundtrack to write this (it did work in my favour a bit).

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yanderedbh-moved · 5 years ago

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This post was a tag-game sort of thing started by a major inspiration of mine, and a serious blog recommendation @dear-yandere ! Odds are if you follow this account then you’ve come across at least a few posts of theirs before, but if you haven’t, check out their account! This was just a fun little post I wanted to finish before the end of the year, I’m using the original categories in the original post, ass well as adding a few more so all the characters I write for will be featured here. (Here’s a link to the original post for any other writers interested in this tag, it was a lot of fun, and it didn’t take too long to fill out, so give it a shot!^^)

Most Delusional: Ralph

Not at all a difficult decision here, unfortunately. While he may not have always been the scatterbrained and nervous recluse, he is in the game. The severity of the psychological and physical damage leaves Ralph as easily the most detached of all the characters. Resulting in him living in his own little world to cope with the harsh reality of life. In how this extends to him is a yandere, Ralph sees the two of you as star-crossed lovers living in your own oasis in a life away from the other cruel people of the world. No matter how many times you try to run away from him.

Most Manipulative: Josh

This category likely doesn't seem quite as evident as Ralph's. However, when it comes to exploring Josh is a yandere and less so his character, this adds up if you think about it. Obviously, as a character who represents the path of peace and nonviolence, Josh would be the type of yandere who will never use violence to control you. Instead using his words of persuasion on you. One of his most prevalent modes which to control you include persuading you to remain loyal to him alone because going against him would be like turning your back on the piece itself.

Most Sadistic: Zlatko

Unique from nearly every other yandere mentioned here who would, to some extent, feel remorseful for having to hurt you or your loved ones as punishment for rejecting their love, Zlatko would honestly feel a sort of obligation to cause you pain. The reason here being he doesn't see your relationship as a loving connection between two equals. Instead, you're more like his own personal test subject. The more he hurts you, the more he can learn about you, and that's how the relationship grows. In a way, Zlatko has abnormal ownership over your pain. It's something special to him. Only he deserves to see you screaming in agony teary-eyed and entirely at his mercy.

Most Protective: Kara

This woman is protective to a fault and nothing less. Kara sees herself as the only one in your life who knows you well enough to properly look out for your well-being, Kara hates when you try to distance yourself from her or if she feels as though other people are posing as a threat to the relationship. All she wants is for the two of you to remain loyal together forever. If you would only stop trying to fight her on this and let her keep you safe and happy when you'd see why the two of you were made for each other.

Most Obsessive: Markus

When Markus first falls for you, it was new for him and, as a result, left him feeling less in control around you as he typically would around others the way of a first crush often leaves just about anyone. However, as more time passes between the two of you and a genuine relationship begins to form, Markus would feel a significant change around you. No longer does he feel so insecure and nervous but rather powerful, passionate, dominant, and the most addictive feeling of all in control. Markus would begin to obsess over this relationship because he views it as something which provides some strength and power. And for a man with such a weight on his shoulders, Markus would take whatever source of energy he could even if that means keeping you under the tightest of control.

Most Possessive: North

Driven and feisty as a fighter North can't help but allow these traits to manifest themselves and her love life as well. North isn't the one to take things slow and settle to be just your friend. She's a lady who knows what she wants when she sets her sights on you is over. North is terrified of the idea of losing you to another human. Considering how hard it is for her to take a chance with someone and allow herself to be vulnerable and loving with someone in the first place, this relationship is to be protected at all costs. It's hard for her to keep you so entirely under her control when she knows how awful it is to live like this, unfortunately for the time being North doesn't know what else to do. As much as she loves you and will keep you happy, there's no way for North to fully prevent her hatred for humans from manifesting in this relationship.

Most Lucid: Nines

In a word, his character could be described as decisive. The ideal android in its purest form. Uncorruptable, unscrupulous, unflinching. Even a love-struck Nines would behave wildly different compared to other yanderes. Rather than allowing these new and overwhelming feelings to control him, Nines woldn't take that chance and would force you to live by his command. There is no way to compromise or to bargain with him, to let you go or to spare you. To Nines, it's just too high a risk to allow you to walk free again. Nines is a skillful and season hunter, and you are his most prized of prey.

Most Submissive: Chloe

When it comes to the way Chloe feels so weak and emotional and powerless around you, it's nothing short of addictive to her. Unlike many other yanderes who would act violently or cruelly as a precaution around their obsession to keep you under their control. Chloe would never even think to hurt you without reason. Chloe adores how human and real she feels as she goes to the emergence of developing her first-ever crush and never wants these feelings to go away. Chloe would rather cling to your side and give you no reason to ever suspect she means you any harm or has any other ulterior motives. Reluctant: Luther Despite the fact, Luther was created to act as a violent and ruthless attack dog, that doesn't mean Luther wants to behave that way around you as a way to keep you by his side. In his eyes, it was a miracle he ever escaped from that life in the first place. It hurts to resort to violence in the name of keeping you safe. More often than not, Luther will provide you with a warning before lashing out that you know what he's capable of. If you keep trying to fight back against him, then he won't trust himself to hold back against you. It is indeed quite dangerous to put the fear of losing you against the fear of his own violence for Luther, and more likely than not the both of you will suffer the consequences of this derision.

Most Jealous: Gavin

Don't ever underestimate the way jealousy will cause people to act irrationally. In the mind of the genuinely envious, it's everyone in the world against them and, by extension, if they want to look out for themselves, then they must take whatever they can before it's gone forever. Before someone else gets it first. If Gavin wants a relationship with you and he has no choice but to make sure that he's the only person in your life. Aside from the jealousy, Gavin is something of a misanthrope which gives him all the more reason to separate you from others. On the one hand, because he doesn't want anyone else to convince you to leave him but also Gavin worries that you and leave him all alone.

Most Deceptive: Connor

Deceptiveness isn't too far from the lucid category; however, several key differences result in two different superlatives. Connor is more likely to act perceptively and gather much more information he can on his target before making a judgment on how to respond. Connor would at least try to get close to you on his own and would try to give a healthy relationship a chance. Any yandere-Esque tendency flare-ups he would playoff as not knowing any better. Or would use any other possible alibies first so he can keep you from suspecting anything of him. Because he wouldn't want to act before thinking first, he can easily use alibies to keep other's suspicions down and to keep and to keep them from believing you over him.

Most Controlling: Kamski

There was never any chance the two of you could have shared a regular healthy relationship for the moment he developed feelings for you. No way could someone with an inflated sense of ego like Kamski would view the relationship as one between two equals and not one between a superior and lesser. Kamski lives so separately from other humans he has no desire to live by anyone else's terms but his own, and it's very likely for the longest time Elijah never saw himself as sharing a relationship with another. Not when he lives with the Chloes that can function as a source of companionship and sexual gratification. But when he falls for you, Elijah is overwhelmed and feels as though he's never really been another before. Can't see what at the end of the day see you as one which would serve to gratify his own needs a little more than that. The idea of you rebelling and trying to become anything more than that is unspeakable to him.

Most Emotional: Daniel

For the longest time, Daniel never imagined he would want to share a relationship with a human, considering how he was burned so hard the last time. But when he falls for you, he can't help feel a sense of optimism and wonders if he's once again found a human he can trust enough to reach out and become attached to. And this is all well and good for the time truly difficult, and toxic relationships are tricky to ever fully recover from. The scars of old memories are still sore. Daniel isn't so well equipped to handle the sore spots in a relationship resulting in impulsive, emotional outbursts. At these moments, Daniel is at his worst and most dangerous.

Most Nervous: Simon

Similar to the reluctant category but not quite. The hesitant yandere would feel painful remorse for their own actions. Simon is more nervous because he fears what you would do if you ever saw him for exactly who he is. There's a nagging voice in the back of his head which warns him over he's in over his head. If you were to ever escape, you would ruin everything he has in his life, leaving him with no choice but to keep you entirely to himself. He's guided by fear first and foremost, and this is why he acts so secretively.

Most Selfish: Hank

It was a grave Injustice the day Hank lost his son. Rather than genuinely coming to terms with his own misery here and hoping to move on, Hank chose instead to develop an unhealthy attachment to you. Forever stuck in the grieving and self-serving mindset rather than allowing himself to move on. Hank keeps you in his life because without you, there nothing would distract him from his own sadness, and this is just too bleak a reality for him to ever face. Even if this hurts, he can't bring himself to ever do what's right and let you go.

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wykart · 6 years ago

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Does it Matter (It’s Klaus)

Part 2 of Fifty-one years (and one day) later (read on ao3)

Summary: The truth comes out, and Klaus must come to grips with the fact that his entire life of happiness with Dave was taken away by his own brother.

Chapter 7: Insane (chpt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6)

1 day, 9 hours

“Dave?” The world was dark again, that endless black void, the only place that was ever silent. After Five had escaped, Klaus had felt drained from his outburst. Ben tried to comfort him, but that comfort came with a sense of unease, of fear. He couldn’t shake the image from his mind; Five, beaten to a pulp, staring back at him just before he’d teleported away, eyes wide with fear. It was better than pity.

“Dave, please, I need you.” It was fruitless searching. The only one here was him. His voice, alone with his thoughts, alone in a way he’d never known before. He’d been so angry, all he could think about was his grief, that insurmountable sadness, and Five, the root of it all. He deserved it, he reminded himself, though he knew his siblings wouldn’t see it that way. He wondered if he could ever show his face at the academy again. I don’t care, he told himself, but he knew it wasn’t true.

“I did this for you, I just wanted to see you…” Lie. He was enjoying this new power, the way it made him feel. The voices were his to command, they didn’t attack, they obeyed. All this power, and he couldn’t do the one thing he’d set out to do. The vengeful spirits were plentiful, they were always there, watching, waiting for an opportunity to come out of the shadows, to use Klaus as a gateway. It was the others that were more difficult to conjure. The more twisted they were, the more easily they came, the shallower their place in neighbouring dimensions. Dave wasn’t like them. He hoped he wasn’t like them.

He saw a silhouette rise up in the distance, a familiar shape. A flash of light, and they were inches apart. Dave. He looked just as Klaus remembered him. Strong, beautiful, but something was missing. There was no bullet hole through his chest, and his eyes seemed empty. He wasn’t smiling, no upturned corner of the mouth, no light in the eyes that said he was glad to see him.

“Klaus,” he said, staring right through him. His voice was hollow.

“Dave?” He whimpered, tears already falling. He reached out a trembling hand to his chest, the same way he’d done on the battlefield, illuminated by distant explosions, blood pouring out of him, life spilling through his fingers. “Oh god, Dave, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” His hand brushed his skin, put he couldn’t touch him, his fingers passed right through. He pressed his other hand over his mouth, grasping.

“Look at you,” Dave murmured. An amalgam of voices spoke behind his, taunting. It’s not real. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave him here. “You’re pathetic.” The words cut into him, he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking.

“Dave, please, please,” his mutterings turned incoherent, his knees weakened and buckled. He knelt, and Dave looked down. Pity.

“It’s your fault, all of it.”

“No, please don’t, please don’t,” he put his head to the floor, between his elbows. The ground was cold, infinite.

“Your brothers and sisters will never forgive you for what you did to me.” Klaus looked up to see Five. The little brat had his signature smirk plastered over his face. That uniform, he wore it like he’d never left, like nothing had ever changed. “They’ll never understand, they’ll never even believe you. Oh, the things you see,” he grinned, looking up at the dark sky, hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels. “Don’t you want to help us see them too?”

“I – I just wanna see Dave,” he said.

“Of course,” he scoffed.

“Because you’ve always been weak.” Luther.

“A mess.” Diego.

“Never successful.” Allison.

“Never even a person.” Vanya.

“There are worlds other than these, and only we know,” Ben. Not really him, not really any of them.

“We can show them.” He was staring at himself, a colder version, hollowed out by the spirits. “I don’t wanna be alone anymore, don’t you want to show them what it’s like?”

Klaus felt his stomach turn as he was wrenched back to reality. He was laying on the carpet in Vanya’s apartment, still in the same place, as if the past day hadn’t changed everything. Ben was still there, lurking in the corners of his vision. “Klaus!” He exclaimed, noticing his lucidity. He grabbed Klaus by the shoulders and hauled him up to a sitting position. He was enjoying being able to interact with the world again, even if he couldn’t stray far from Klaus’ side. It came at a price, though, and it tore Ben apart having to watch his brother slip away piece by piece. “I made you some lunch,” he offered, “and I mean proper lunch, not dry noodles in a sandwich,” he forced a chuckle, but it was hard to pretend he didn’t notice the way Klaus was shaking, gripping his arms with white-knuckled hands, staring at nothing with far-away eyes.

“I can fix this,” he muttered. Ben was already concerned. Klaus’ ideas were getting stranger and more terrifying by the hour, and the spirits he was starting to drag around with him were ancient, twisted things. They were changing him.

“What do you mean – hey wait! What are you doing?” Klaus seemed oblivious to Ben as his eyes glazed over, piercing blue. Ben was pushed away, forced down into the ether as Klaus sat, digging even deeper into himself and his power.

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1 day, 8 hours

Allison had gone to talk to the police about Harold Jenkins and his alter ego, and Luther was talking to Pogo, monkey business that Diego didn’t want to be involved in. He would have tagged along with Allison if the entire city precinct didn’t think he’d murdered Eudora Patch. He felt useless, pottering around this old house, remembering all the terrible years he spent here. He heard voices coming from Five’s old bedroom, and a muffled, scraping sound. It was probably Mom, cleaning, even at a time like this, when their family was coming apart. He needed to talk to her. Only she could ever make him feel at ease.

When he pushed the door open, however, it wasn’t his mother at all. “Five, you okay?” He asked. Five was scuffling on the floor on his hands and knees. His body seemed limp and feverish, limbs bent at odd angles like some sort of puppet. What was he doing out of bed? This kid was too resilient for his own good.

“Where is it, where is it, where is it?” He muttered, words rapid and tripping over one another.

“Five!” He yelled, which seemed to get his attention. The boy turned to the source of the noise, and that’s when Diego knew for certain that something was wrong. His eyes were wide, blocked out in piercing blue. It clouded around his eyes in a bright mist, swimming and shifting. He blinked, and it was gone. His eyes were their usual pale green, but frantic, wild. Diego was left wondering if he had imagined it all. “Five?” He asked again, voice soft, shocked. He sprung into action. “Five, what’s going on? Are you alright?” He was kneeling by his brothers side in seconds. The boy was shaking uncontrollably, near convulsing as sweat pooled on his face, skin fiery hot to the touch. “What’s happening to you.”

“There!” Five exclaimed, breaking away form Diego’s grip with surprising strength. “I need it, the briefcase, I need to fix this.” His voice was layered with eerie whispers, as if a hundred people were talking at once. He grabbed the battered case from under the bed and began fiddling with a series of nonsensical dials underneath the handle. He didn’t seem to know what he was doing, and his movements were quick and desperate, more like muscle spasms than deliberate actions. His fingers looked like they were about to break.

“Woah there little guy, you’re not fixing anything. Remember what happened last time? You can’t just go back in time and run from this... Five?” He wasn’t listening, his movements were becoming increasingly erratic, chest wracked with strangled breaths. His skin was pale and quivering, as if something was crawling beneath it. He slammed the case down against the floorboards and started pounding it with his fists in frustration. He sobbed, face screwed up, angry tears streaming.

Diego grabbed him by the shoulders, a little rougher then he’d intended. “Five, what the hell is wrong with you?” He had no idea how to help him, he’d never seen Five so worked up.

“It won’t work!” He screamed, and Diego could barely make out Five’s voice in amongst the others. “I need to, I need to…” The eyes were back, fluorescent blue and maddening. Five simply stared, head cocked, body quivering in Diego’s arms. Suddenly, his hand reached up, slow, stilted motions, as if it were fighting against the rest of him just to move. The hand tore at Diego’s shirt, desperate. He was burning up, skin slick with sweat, hair pasted to his forehead. Five was still muttering, even as his hand clamped down on the floorboards and he started scratching into the wood with his nails. “I need to go back, I need to fix this, why can’t I go back, why, why, why would you do this to me?” He scratched at the wood so hard that his nails chipped and broke away, splinters in his fingers, drips of blood. Diego was horrified, and would have pulled his hand away until he noticed he was carving a word into the wood.

“Talk to me Five, who did this?" His brother continued to look past him, as if he couldn’t see at all. His hand reached up again, clawing at Diego’s shoulder. He looked down at what was written there. Klaus.

“Klaus?” He asked, even though he couldn’t quite believe it. He knew that Klaus had hurt Five, and he couldn’t exactly blame him. Five had mentioned something about Klaus’ powers becoming stronger – but this? It was Klaus, he wasn’t capable of this sort of thing. Five’s eyes lit up with recognition at the sound of the name, and he looked at Diego properly now. That blue light burned itself into his vision, and there was something familiar about it. He felt his brother staring back, and he knew – “Klaus?” he asked again, softer this time, because it was him, somehow. “Is that you in there?” He couldn’t believe this, he was… using Five somehow, trying to travel back in time.

“D-Diego,” he was struggling to speak, and the words came out in waves, voices tumbling over others, but Klaus’ was there among them too, leading.

“What are you doing?” he said, gently as he could. He knew how vulnerable his brother was right now, alone and broken, and this power… “You need to come back to the house, okay? We need to talk.” Five’s body was still shaking, burning, convulsing. He wondered if what Klaus was doing was killing him.

“You don’t know… what he did,” he muttered, soft and haunting.

He sighed, because it was horrible, this whole mess. “I do. Five told us, Klaus, we believe you. I’m sorry I didn’t, I’m sorry I never do.”

“No… he took my life,” Five’s body shivered and collapsed against Diego’s chest, going limp, “I need to go back,” he sobbed.

“Please, Klaus,” he said with urgency, “you’re going to kill him if you keep this up, you need to get out, okay? Come back here yourself. I promise we’ll talk then.”

“I can’t… stay,” the voices were coming apart, they bounced around the room, sounding from inside Diego’s head, deafening. “too weak, I’m not… strong enough, not… yet.”

“Come on Klaus, let him go, alright?” He pulled Five’s body off of him, holding him at arm’s length. Klaus nodded, and Five’s eyelids closed over that blue mist. A trickle of blood seeped from his nose as the voices fled, and silence filled the room again. Five’s eyes opened abruptly, drawing in a sharp, desperate breath. “Five?” Diego asked, clutching him tightly.

“Shit,” was all he said, as he doubled over and vomited all over the floor.

He put a hand on his back supportively, “you okay there?”

He sat up, still shivering uncontrollably. He wiped the puke from his mouth, sitting back with a hand on his head, massaging his temples. “Funnily enough, no” he quipped, and Diego knew he was back to his usual self.

“What the fuck was that about? Klaus can possess people now?”

Five’s voice caught in his throat with every word, and his voice was small and haggard. “Apparently so. I think Klaus can do a whole lotta things we didn’t know about.”

“But why now?” Their father had tried so hard to break him when they were kids, always pushing him to the limit, but all he did was force Klaus further back into himself.

“My guess, he’s trying to contact the person I… the one he lost. He’s more sober now than he’s been since he was twelve, he’s embracing his powers for the first time and… maybe there’s more to him than any of us knew.”

“Do you think Dad knew?” Diego asked, standing up. He offered a hand to Five to help him back on his feet. His face was still bruised and bloodied by what Klaus had done to him earlier, and now this… his brother had seen better days.

“Only one way to find out,” he grumbled, taking Diego’s hand and rising to a stand. “We’ll have to keep reading through the journal. I’ll admit I didn’t get far before exhaustion got the better of me.” Diego nodded and went to put an arm around Five’s shoulders. “I can walk, Diego,” he snapped.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, backing away. He turned to leave just as Five attempted to take a step. He crumpled to the floor straight away, making a deafening thud against the floorboards (and the vomit all over them).

“Okay,” he murmured, “maybe I can’t w…” his eyes rolled to whites as he slumped over, unconscious.

…

“What’s wrong with him,” Vanya cried, as Diego lumbered in with a barely-conscious Five stumbling by his side. He’d come to again in a minute or so, but he was still certifiably out of it.

“Klaus… again,” he spluttered. With Diego’s help, he slung himself onto the bed. Grace was there moments later, and unprompted, began readying her medical supplies.

“Guys, there’s some vomit upstairs, what the hell is that ab– Five!” Allison exclaimed, catching sight of him on the bed. “What were you doing out of bed?”

“I – I must have fallen asleep and then I looked and he was gone,” Vanya stammered. Luther came bounding in a moment later with a similar reaction. All the while, Five was slipping in and out of consciousness, eyes rolling into whites as he struggled to focus on their faces.

“Will you all just listen… for one… second,” he struggled to get the words out, everything was spinning. “Klaus just possessed me,” an uproar or exclamation and disbelief, “just sssshhhhhhh!” he hissed, impatient. They all fell silent. “Klaus. Possessed me. He tried to use me to operate the briefcase, fortunately he has no idea what he’s doing, and won’t be able to reactivate it and fuck up the timeline any more than it has been already.”

“Well, is he nearby, can’t we talk to him?” Vanya asked.

“I don’t know. And I think that talking would be a pretty bad idea at the moment. I felt him, inside my head…” It had been maddening, and he’d only been half-conscious throughout, desperate, clawing for Diego, begging him to see him, to understand. Those voices again, far louder than they’d been back at Vanya’s apartment. The part of Klaus that had made its way inside him had been desperate beyond belief, and the pain… the grief was unbearable, and not just for Dave, for everything. For his life, for his power, for all the years he’d wasted running, barely alive. “Now that he knows he can’t get to the briefcase, I’m worried about what he might try next.”

“You don’t think…” Allison trailed off. None of them wanted to consider it.

“That he’d make me hurt myself, kill myself, yeah, I do.” He nodded, staring around at all of their solemn faces. "You have to realise, he’s not himself anymore. Those voices, the things that I saw, I only felt that for a moment but he’s living it, it’s taking him apart piece by piece.”

“What are you suggesting, Five,” Luther asked.

“I’m suggesting you keep me tied to this hospital bed over night, it’s not like I’ll be much help to you anyway,” he grimaced.

“Well, if Klaus really can possess anyone, its won’t matter if we tie you up because he could just control any one of us and make us kill you.”

“Thank you, Luther,” he smirked, sarcastic, "I feel so much better.”

“I can go talk to him,” Vanya offered. “I understand how he’s feeling right now. Plus he’s at my apartment and I want to make sure he hasn’t completely trashed the place,” she forced a chuckled.

Five met her with an intense stare. “Absolutely not, Vanya, I’m sorry but he’s way too dangerous.”

“Right,” Diego nodded, “that’s why we’re going instead.” He glanced at Luther and Allison, who nodded in agreement. Diego couldn’t forget the sadness he’d seen in his brother’s eyes, a piece of Klaus shining through. They couldn’t leave him alone in this.

“What, no!” Five exclaimed, “you’re going to get yourselves killed, none of you understand what he’s capable of, even I don’t. We need more information.”

“No, Five,” Allison snapped, “he’s our brother. We don’t need to strategise, he isn’t the enemy.”

“Right,” Luther nodded, “he’s scared, and he needs our help.”

“Oh shut up Luther!” Five shouted. All this was putting a strain on him. The veins in his neck stood out beneath swirling bruises. There was pain in his voice as he spoke. “This isn’t the time to play the hero.”

“No, you shut up,” Diego quipped, “all your ideas so far have been garbage.”

“And one of them was murder,” Allison added. Diego defending Luther? What was the world coming to. Five knew there was no point in arguing with them now. As Luther, Diego, and Allison left the room, he could only hope that they didn’t come back beaten, or worse.

Vanya shifted at his side, looking as if she was about to get to her feet. “Please,” Five muttered, “please stay.”

She couldn’t deny him, the way he was looking at her, he just looked like a poor kid, her brother. “Okay,” she smiled, “I’ll stay.”

…

1 day, 7 hours

When they arrived at the apartment, Klaus was long gone. The place was trashed, blinds drawn tight, wax melted into the carpet. The furniture had been pushed out against the walls, and an ouija board sat askew in the middle of the room. There was blood dried into the carpet by the door – Five’s – and an untouched pot of chicken curry growing cold on the stovetop. What’s more, as soon as they crossed the threshold all three of them felt strange. There was a presence that was hard to pin down, a stain on this place left behind from whatever Klaus had done here. Creatures stalked their peripheral, the beginnings of whispers formed in their minds, incoherent.

“Klaus?” Luther called, stepping forwards, “are you here?” He went off down the hall, still calling their brother’s name. Allison bent down and put a hand to the carpet in the centre of the living room. There was something weird about it, too cold for the heat outside, radiating quiet energy.

There was a clang of metal and Allison looked up in surprise. Diego had a spoonful of the chicken curry stuffed in his mouth. “Diego!” she hissed. He shrugged as he chewed, putting the spoon in the sink.

“What? It’s not like anyone’s going to eat it.”

“That’s Klaus’ cooking! Are you insane? Is it even edible?” Grace had tried to help them learn to cook as children, but Ben was the only one that had ever been any good.

“It’s just like Mom’s cooking, same recipe I swear,” he continued.

“But Klaus can’t cook,” she said, confused.

“Who knows, maybe it’s one of his new super powers,” he teased.

Luther came bounding back out of the hall looking flustered. “Okay, Klaus isn’t here,” he puffed, “but can we all agree that something really weird is going on here?”

“Agreed,” Allison replied, “I can barely hear myself think, there’s a sort of ringing in my ears.”

“Yeah,” Diego added, “me too.”

“So is this it? Do we head back to the academy?” Allison looked between them. They couldn’t give up yet.

“No, I say we check all the usual places, clubs, bars, back alleys, ask if anyone’s seem him around.’’ Diego replied. He was the only one that had kept any sort of watch over Klaus after he’d struck out on his own. Listening for his description on police reports, checking all the usual junkie hotspots around the city.

“Do you think you could check in with your police buddies?”

“Actually,” he muttered, “no. I’m a tiny bit… wanted for murder. – which,” he added, seeing the shock on their faces, “I didn’t commit, by the way.”

“So we check the places he frequents,” Luther reiterated, putting on that self-important tone he did when he was giving orders, “try and gather intel.”

“Yep, that’s what I said,” Diego muttered, annoyed.

“So let’s get going,” Allison added, cutting across the beginnings of an argument.

“Right,” Luther replied, “wait – is that chicken curry?”

…

1 day, 3 hours

They should be back by now. It was all he could think about as he poured over his father’s journal. Surely Klaus couldn’t take all of them on? The more he read, however, the more likely it seemed. It was difficult to resist reading all the entries, but Five forced himself to focus only on those labelled ‘Number Four.’ He’d have plenty of time to understand his father’s research if he lived to see the day after tomorrow. He was propped up on the bed, his wrists and ankles tied down by leather straps. Of course his father had a hospital bed with straps. Vanya had turned the pages for him for a while, but had gone off an hour or so earlier to practise her violin, before which he’d asked her to bring Delores down from upstairs. Vanya had been confused, a little pitiful maybe, but had done it all the same. Grace was here now, checking his vitals and turning the pages when he asked. She was happy to oblige, but didn’t seem to understand what was happening. She kept asking him if he wanted cookies.

The music was beautiful, and it occurred to him that he hadn’t heard Vanya play since they were children. She’d improved, obviously, but her music still carried that unmistakeable touch to it. It reminded him of home, and not the home where they’d suffered and strained against their father’s regime, but the home that was warm and comforting, where he sat in the library studying, or laughed with his siblings late into the night.

The journal entries were a little vaguer than he’d hoped. Reginald really hand’t gotten far with the boy. He read them aloud, so Delores could hear them too. She always had useful advice to add.

September 13th, 1993

Number 4 is a sickly child. His carer reports difficulty in sleeping, and the boy constantly babbles on about imaginary friends – people that aren’t there. This isn’t unusual behaviour for a child, I’m told, and I refuse to let myself become hopeful that his words hold any merit.

November 22nd, 1994

I have observed Number 4’s brain activity during one of his reported ‘sightings’ to great affect. It seems that the boy really is tapping into another layer of perception, seeing into neighbouring dimensions. In short, the boy can see the dead. At present his power is regretfully limited, but I suspect there will be ways to force its development, in time.

May 31st, 1998

The apparitions frighten the boy, and he is beginning to resist his training. If his connection with the dead were to be strengthened, there is potential in the boy for far more than communing with spirits. There is potential for physical manifestation, and exerting control over said manifestations. I must come up with a way to rid Number 4 of this pathetic aversion to extending himself.

December 16th, 1999

The fifth excursion has the boy rattled to the core. His response to the influx of spirits at the mausoleum has been disappointing so far, and he shows no sign of overcoming his fear. I will press on, as must he. Excursions and additional experiments will continue.

July 24th, 2001

Number 4 continues to show an aversion to his abilities, but emerging results are promising. The boy is beginning to tap into, not only the minds and thoughts of the dead, but those of the living as well. He shows a limited psychic control over his surroundings, due to his connection to these invisible dimensions. There is potential, I believe, for possession, and not only of the dead. If these powers begin to manifest, I must find a way to protect myself.

The final line piqued Five’s attention. If their father had sought to protect himself from Klaus’ influence, perhaps he had succeeded, and there was a way to ward off his control.

June 13th, 2003

The idiotic thing has broken his jaw. Experiments will be put on hold in the meantime. Fascinatingly, the painkillers the boy is prescribed seem to dull his abilities. The submersion of brain function achieved by such substances must limit his perception of these other realities. This fact could be useful if his abilities continue to manifest. The boy is relieved, I think, to be free of the apparitions for a time. His fear still paralyses him in the face of progress. This must be corrected.

October 8th, 2003

Although his jaw is healed, the months of recovery, weening him off the morphine, has left him more determined than ever to disobey me, and to block out his perceptions in any way he can. More than once I’ve observed him raiding my liquor cabinet, and he’s begun to turn to less conventional means of suppressing his abilities.

Their father had known, they all had, that Klaus had gotten hooked on all manner of substances after his months on painkillers. Their father had called it a temporary weakness, and so they’d listened. They should have done more.

January 11th, 2004

The boy’s excursions and experiments have been rendered useless now. He always finds a way to sneak something past me, use it to get through the night undisturbed. It’s humiliating, the way he defies me, despite his potential for greatness. I can only hope that this childish dependency will pass.

November 1st, 2007

Almost ironic, the way that the most powerful of the children have run their use. Number 7, the most promising, was too dangerous to contain. Number 5, the insolent thing, ran before I could even begin to understand the extent of his usefulness. Number 4 is utterly useless now, and barely leaves his room since – Number 6. The boy is dead, or something far worse. Regrettably, I never did overcome my nausea enough to study the full extent of his abilities. He was a disgusting thing – his existence was an abomination in itself. I feel the children slipping away, one by one. I fear that none of them will be ready to face the end, when the time comes.

February 28th, 2008

Number 4 has left the academy. I suspect he will be lying dead in an alleyway within the month. No matter, the boy has proven to me that he has no want to explore his power further. The drugs have stunted him, and soon, they will kill him – though I have wondered if such a thing is possible. His powers were perhaps the most interesting to me, a shame that they were gifted to such an arrogant and selfish thing. Number 2 continues to defy me, and I suspect he will follow his brother out the door soon enough. Number 3 dreams of stardom, that creature craves the spotlight, and I suspect she will get whatever it is that she desires. The only one that I can count upon is Number 1, the least powerful of them all. He will not be enough to stop what is coming, no matter how loyal he remains. I fear for the world, and I regret my failure to save it.

…

24 hours

He awoke hours layer, the journal still propped up on his lap. Grace had left his side, but Vanya was standing in the doorway, violin case held at her side. He smiled.

“Hey there,” she said, coming in to sit by his side again.

“Are the other’s back yet?” He asked, glancing at the clock. It was almost morning.

Vanya looked away, face knotted with worry. “Not yet,” she admitted. “Have you found anything,” she pointed at the journal.

“It’ll be okay, Five,” she reassured him. “They’ll be back here with Klaus soon, and then maybe… maybe you can come to my concert tomorrow night?”

Five smiled, she sounded so hopeful. He wished he could be so optimistic, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that the world was going to end tomorrow, despite the fact that the supposed cause was here beside him. “I’d like that,” he replied.

He felt a chill wash over him as the air fell still. He watched as the quiet smile on Vanya’s face solidified, and her eyes glazed over, unseeing. Time stopped, and a golden tinge saturated the room. Five rolled his eyes. “Just come out already, let’s get this over with.” The Handler loved to make a dramatic entrance.

He heard her heels click-clacked against the tiles. “Hello Number Five,” she called. That insufferable, sing-song tone. “You know, you always were my favourite employee.”

His head twinged. He glanced down at himself, tied to the bed, beaten black and blue. This really wasn’t a good time. “What are you doing here?”

She feigned offence, hand over her over-exposed chest. “I just wanted to congratulate you.”

He scoffed, “for what?”

“For eliminating Dave Katz, of course,” she busied herself with her veil, pulling it away from her face. There was a scar on her face, running from her eye to her jaw, ragged flesh. It was a small price to pay for a grenade blast. He wondered how long it had been for her. “We were about to put one of our own agents onto it, of course, we couldn’t allow young Klaus to stick around in the past. But, then we find out that you’ve already done the job.” She chuckled, grinning at him, "You’re out best agent, Number Five, even now.”

“Vanya’s safe now, she’s not about to destroy the world.” He knew that she wouldn’t be here unless things were going her way. The Handler was a sore winner. She simply chuckled, turning her chin up, silver curls bouncing. He sighed, defeated. “So the apocalypse is still on, I presume.”

“Oh yes,” she smiled.

“Great, and you’ve come to gloat.”

“I did warn you it was pointless, Five, trying to stop what’s meant to be. Whatever you do, you’ll only set it all in motion.”

“And whatever you do, you’ll always get on my nerves.”

“Oh,” she gasped, “so harsh, Mr Five.” She sniggered, glancing over at Vanya. Five’s expression hardened. “And just look at the bomb,” she grinned, running her fingers through Vanya’s hair.

“Don’t touch her,” he spat.

“Come now Five,” she smirked, glancing him up and down, strapped down to the bed, “what are you going to do about it?” She chuckled at the intensity of his expression, the rapid rise and fall of his beaten chest. “Keep her close, Five,” she added, leaning in towards his face. Uncomfortably close. She whispered, “you never know when she might explode.” She gave him a final, gloating smirk, before she adjusted her briefcase, and disappeared in a flurry of blue light. The golden light faded, and he watched as movement and perception returned to his sister’s face.

“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing the frown now plastered across his face.

“Yeah,” he lied, “everything’s fine.”

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give-me-chocolate-croissant · 5 years ago

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Ah I said i’m taking music surveys, so here’s another one. Still my fav songs playlist on shuffle. It's the first line of each Song. Hope it’s funny to read :c

What were the first words to Abe Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address?: Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? (Cleaning out my closet • Tribe Society)

What did Martin Luther King have a dream about, anyways?: They want to know the state of that union (Robots can’t drink • E Dubble)

Tomorrow’s newspapers will all have the major headline of: Focus on you in the light, it helps me fill my emotions (Flare guns • Quinn XCII) [that would be weird xD]

If someone offered you some free drugs, how would you respond?:Do what I want cause I can and if I don’t because I wanna (Hate to say I told you so • The Hives)

What kind of higher power do you believe in?: It was a quarter past 2 when I started feeling blue and if I tell the truth I was thinking about you (Fire up the night• New Medicine)

What do people really notice about you?: Try to tear us apart but know that we’ll wear our scars (Scars • I Prevail) [?!]

What do you notice first in the preferred sex of your choice?: May the last leaf fall (Did we miss the morning ? • Seafret) [okay.]

What do you look for in reading books?J’ai vu ma mère amorphe et morfler sous morphine (Vagues de glace • Lechad) [it means “I saw my mom lifeless and copping it on morphine”. The title means “waves of ice”. It’s a very sad but beautifully written song...]

What’s a must-have quality in a friend for you?: I just need some time, I’m tryna think straight (If you want love • NF) [xd ok?]

What scares the shit out of you?: When did I become so numb ? (Paralysed • NF)

How do you laugh?: I can see the sunset just inside of your bedroom (The Afterglow • Silverstein)

Why do you do these surveys?: Toujours au même endroit à la même heure (SI j’étais pas là • High Five Crew) [it means “always at the same place at the same time” and the title means “if I were not here”]

Do you have anything you’d like to confess?:we all know quite a number of people who have everything it would take to be happy (To be happy • Joey Pecoraro) [actually true]

How do you feel about the person you cannot stand the most?:he said son, have you seen the world ? (hero of war • Rise Against)

The best date ever, in your book, would consist of…: I questioned my fate, wasn’t sure about my place (One • Lovex)

If you sent a random Hallmark card to a friend, you would write to them: Get it, text message I don’t know the number (Praise the lord • A$AP Rocky) [XDDD]

If you had the chance to speak to (a) God, what would you say?: J’ai longtemps parcouru son corps, effleuré cent fois son visage, j’ai trouvé de l’or et même quelques étoiles en essuyant ses larmes (dernière danse • Kyo) [ahhh.. it means “I’ve glanced at her for a long time, stroked her face hundreds of times, I found gold and even a few stars while wiping away her tears”. isn’t it beautiful? Also the title means “last dance”.]

Finish the sentence: “When the going gets tough…”: put your lighter in the air and lead me back home (break in • Halestorm) [yeah]

How do you deal with your stress?: I still see your shadows in my room (Lucid Dreams• Kid Travis (Juic wrld cover)) [:x]

What is your biggest burden in life?: at the 50 yard line, I saw her feet (Stacy • Quinn XCII) [XDDD]

What’s the coolest thing about your best friend?: On the ground I lay, motionless in pain (time of dying • Three Days Grace) [coolest thing, right?]

Why do you love the one you do?: Do you think about me ? Cause I don’t have any doubt you must (Never There • Sum41)

If a friend broke their arm and got a cast, what would you write on it?: Yeah, I come alive, I’ll survive, take on anything (Bow Down • I Prevail) [nice one xD]

You see a stick and wet cement. What do you write?: You're probably having the same conversations with your friends, that i always have with mine (sorry • tea)

A guy just stole your (purse, car, etc)! What do you yell at him?: When you’re alone, do you think of me ? (Oh well, oh well• Mayday Parade) [XDDD]

You pass a crack addict on the corner one day. Solemnly he tells you: “baby get down on your knees” I said “babe if you insist” (Her lies • Asaf Avidan) [HAHAHA WHAT. that’s the best one xD]

What will your baby’s first words be?: White Stones, Queens 1974

Fathers talking shit, motherfucker slam the door (1998 • Rancid) [I’m dying oh god xddd]

You are at your wit’s end, and decide to write a suicide note. It begins: What happens to a man when he spills his heart on a page, and he watches words float away then, his feelings lie over a page alone., There waiting for someone who cares to read them., to open there eyes to see them. to see if they can make his thoughts their own. (Pages • 3 Doors Down) [well it matches perfectly but it’s actually really sad]

Why can’t there be peace in the world?: All of us believe that this is not up to you. The fact of the matter is that it's up to me (No Reason • Sum41) [I’m sorry guys it’s all my fault!]

How do you think people see you?: I lie here restless like lines for a guest list, waiting for your message, (U&Us • Quinn XCII) [that might be because I ignore almost everyone :D]

Inside, though, what kind of person are you really?: Hey there shadow (Millennia (acoustic) • Crown The Empire) [thanks :c]

If you wanted to comfort a friend, you’d say: Once upon a time you dressed so fine (Like a rolling stone • Bob Dylan) [I’m sure it would help them a lot hahaha]

When you want to cheer someone up, you say: evening rises,

darkness threatens to engulf us all (The Labyrinth’s song. • Asaf Avidan) [are you kidding me?! XDD]

You’re unbelievably depressed because your friend just told you…: She said I don’t spend time like I really should (Erase me • Kid Cudi) [like I would give a fuck lmao]

When you are incredibly bored, you start thinking about…?: She speaks to me in Persian, tells me that she loves me, the girl with golden eyes (The girl with golden eyes • Sixx.A.M) [no I do not think about drugs when I’m bored dw]

You’re a classy person, so instead of cursing when you’re mad, you yell…?: If you could only read my mind, you would know that things between us ain't right (Want you bad • The Offsprings) [hey that’s not bad!]

you’re writing a love letter, but what are you going to begin it with?: Frozen in time, when the world is moving at the speed of light, trapped inside these walls, you can't rise until you fall and start to trust your heart over your mind (The Leap• Our Last Night) [that would be a good one tbh]

If you were to write a letter to the President of the USA, it would say…?: I'm sick of losing out on life's bets (Cheers to the down and outs• The Bad Chapter)

What would someone have to tell you to make you really angry?: What happened to you (Over my head • Sum41) [no not rly D]

…To make you really depressed?: I've been fighting the same Old war

Against a disease without a cure (Same old war • Our last Night) [damn yes..]

...To make you sexually aroused?: You can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame (Satellite • Rise Against) [XDDDD WHAT]

Your first thoughts waking up were…: Allez parlons encore, encore ce soir (la lune à 3h du mat’ • Maxenss) [it means “let’s talk again, again tonight”. and the title: “the moon at 3am”]

Your last words before falling asleep will be…: Don't give up, it takes a while, I have seen this look before, and it's alright, you're not alone (Accidents can happen • Sim.A.M) [great song to listen to when you feel like your life is fucking shit btw]

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thisishowyouletgoandfindyou-blog · 8 years ago

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Young Barack Obama on What His Mother Taught Him About Love

“Perhaps that’s how any love begins, impulses and cloudy images that allow us to break across our solitude, and then, if we’re lucky, are finally transformed into something firmer.”

BY MARIA POPOVA

In 1990, a promising law student and writer not yet thirty was elected as the first African-American president of the Harvard Law Review. His editorial work for the journal impressed the publishers of the The New York Times imprint into offering him a book deal and so began his quest to capture “the fissures of race … as well as the fluid state of identity — the leaps through time, the collision of cultures — that mark our modern life.”

That young man was Barack Obama (b. August 4, 1961) and that manuscript became his lucid and lyrical memoir Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance (public library).

A beautiful writer with an unmistakable voice, Obama reflects on the extremes of ambition and self-doubt familiar to writers, all the more amplified by youth:

Like most first-time authors, I was filled with hope and despair upon the book’s publication — hope that the book might succeed beyond my youthful dreams, despair that I had failed to say anything worth saying. The reality fell somewhere in between.

It wasn’t until Obama had ascended in the political realm, more than a decade later, that his potent and poetic writing garnered the attention which its creative merit warrants. (I am reminded here of Hermann Hesse’s wonderfully prescient wisdom on publishing: “That stratum of writers and intellectuals which seems from time to time to lead because it shapes public opinion or at least supplies the slogans of the day — that stratum is not identical with the creative stratum.”) But his mother, Stanley Ann — one of the most captivating presences in the book — didn’t live to savor her son’s success. She had died of cancer, “with a brutal swiftness,” a few months after the book’s publication.

And yet it was she who had taught Obama about what would become the greatest guiding force of his life — the power of love, not only in the impersonally interpersonal political sense of building on Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “experiment in love,” but in its most personal manifestation between two human beings who have chosen each other as partners in every dimension of life, the trying and the triumphant, and continue to choose each other every day of their lives.

In one of the most moving passages in the book, Obama tells the story of how his parents got together — an anecdote his mother once relayed, which illustrates the wonderfully imperfect yet unconditional nature of real love. He writes:

She sighed, running her hands through her hair. “We were so young, you know. I was younger than you are now. He was only a few years older than that…”

She stopped and laughed to herself. “Did I ever tell you that he was late for our first date? He asked me to meet him in front of the university library at one. When I got there he hadn’t arrived, but I figured I’d give him a few minutes. It was a nice day, so I laid out on one of the benches, and before I knew it I had fallen asleep. Well, an hour later — an hour! — he shows up with a couple of his friends. I woke up and the three of them were standing over me, and I heard your father saying, serious as can be, ‘You see, gentlemen. I told you that she was a fine girl, and that she would wait for me.’”

Embedded in the story is a broader meditation on time, the universality of the human experience, and what we each most long for as we surrender, often with enormous resistance and at the price of great discomfort, to love:

My mother laughed once more, and once again I saw her as the child she had been. Except this time I saw something else: In her smiling, slightly puzzled face, I saw what all children must see at some point if they are to grow up — their parents’ lives revealed to them as separate and apart, reaching out beyond the point of their union or the birth of a child, lives unfurling back to grandparents, great-grandparents, an infinite number of chance meetings, misunderstandings, projected hopes, limited circumstances. My mother was that girl with the movie of beautiful black people in her head, flattered by my father’s attention, confused and alone, trying to break out of the grip of her own parents’ lives. The innocence she carried that day, waiting for my father, had been tinged with misconceptions, her own needs. But it was a guileless need, one without self-consciousness, and perhaps that’s how any love begins, impulses and cloudy images that allow us to break across our solitude, and then, if we’re lucky, are finally transformed into something firmer. What I heard from my mother that day, speaking about my father, was … the love of someone who knows your life in the round, a love that will survive disappointment. She saw my father as everyone hopes at least one other person might see him; she had tried to help the child who never knew him see him in the same way. And it was the look on her face that day that I would remember when a few months later I called to tell her that my father had died and heard her cry out over the distance.

Obama began writing this memoir the summer he met the love of his own life, 25-year-old Michelle Robinson. The two were married three years later and he soon came to echo what his mother’s story had taught him about love in articulating his own experience of that supreme human gift. In 1996, when Obama was still unsure of whether he would pursue a political career or become a writer, photographer Mariana Cook — who would later come to photograph some of the world’s greatest human rights leaders — visited Barack and Michelle Obama in their Chicago home as part of a project exploring coupledom in America.

Cook conducted a short interview with the future President and First Lady, in which 35-year-old Obama reflects on the mystery and magnetism of his love for his wife:

Michelle is a tremendously strong person, and has a very strong sense of herself and who she is and where she comes from. But I also think in her eyes you can see a trace of vulnerability that most people don’t know, because when she’s walking through the world she is this tall, beautiful, confident woman. There is a part of her that is vulnerable and young and sometimes frightened, and I think seeing both of those things is what attracted me to her.

Echoing Virginia Woolf’s abiding wisdom on the “moments of vision” that make relationships last, he adds:

What sustains our relationship is I’m extremely happy with her, and part of it has to do with the fact that she is at once completely familiar to me, so that I can be myself and she knows me very well and I trust her completely, but at the same time she is also a complete mystery to me in some ways. And there are times when we are lying in bed and I look over and sort of have a start. Because I realize here is this other person who is separate and different and has different memories and backgrounds and thoughts and feelings. It’s that tension between familiarity and mystery that makes for something strong, because, even as you build a life of trust and comfort and mutual support, you retain some sense of surprise or wonder about the other person.

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