#its normal to feel weak after this so its ok im recovering

[restinpeacesensei]

youre okay

[sailorhyunjinz]

I wonder how skz gon react to their s/o being extremely horny 24/7

YA KNOW WHAT lemme do a quick reaction on this because i can lmao

K BRRR QUICK REACTION BRAH (what is wrong with me istg)

also this is shit i havent written a reaction in forever, its just me blabbering rn ITS NOT EVEN A REACTION ITS CALLED HEADCANON CHERRY 

warnings; SMUT!!! explicit language, penetrative sex, mentions of rough sex.

bangchan

LOOK,,, not that he’s not horny but he likes it to be like all cute and romantic so when you’re like “ayo im horny, let’s have a quicky” he’s not so sure??

but thats out the window if you really rile him up by rubbing against him or whispering dirty things in his ear ;))

catch him when he’s frustrated and you will get the dick of your life

he just giggles whenever the two of you are in a normal situation and you just feel him up 

HE’S LIKE FROZEN CAUSE LIKE WTF IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO??

should he listen to the cute, innocent channie or the sex manic bangchan~?

also he doesnt sleep so if you’re horny during the night best believe that he will take care of you :((

minho

50% loves it, 50% tired

BOY WANTS SOME TIME OFF 

but like,,, most of the time he’s down

so annoyed if you keep on touching him even if he’s dead tired 

just angry noises as he snaps

“not my fault you want to be stuffed so bad”

but he wont give it to you too easily because he wants to see you all whiny and squirming

sadist by heart, what can i say?

just teasing you for hours by rubbing your inner thigh with his veiny hands OOF

im sure this mf could rail you wherever 

public bathrooms, changing rooms, the beach IDFK 

but hey,,,, be careful what you wish for because with this boy, you’re gonna get it ;))

changbin

SO DOWN FOR IT

mans got muscles and stamina to go for hours on end

he’s a horny mf i just feel it

omg imagine being fwb with changbin and the entire text conversations are just the two of you sexting

the occassional pictures YA KNOW

he’s addicted lets be honest

wants to fuck you whenever he can

always thinking about you naked or him manhandling you only to fuck you so hard you arent able to speak PLEASE-

you’re already hot in his eyes 

but this PHEW,,,, makes him weak everytime you beg him for his cock :((

hyunjin

this mf would tease you for it

“is my cock that good?” “insatiable little baby”

you hate him for it but ooof he always gives you what you want so he’s a sweetheart

he knows with just a simple look that you want him

or when you tug on his shirt impatiently in public

and him being the pretty boy he is gives it to you :((

omg you’re already horny 24/7 but this mf has the audacity to coax you even more

“could you massage my thighs y/n?”

“mhm, where??”

and then he grabs your hand and places it on his semi-erection

“here” 

BRUH GET THE FUCK OUT 

jisung

“ow my dick”

nah but he’s equally as horny if not even more!!!

horny!jisung agenda blossoming again

when he catches you watching porn its not the usual reaction, its more like;

“oh lemme join ;))”

the two of you have the same taste in porn HASHSHA couple goals

and,,,, it always leads to fucking like rabbits while the porn keeps playing in the background 

finds it very very hot that you’re always palming him through his pants 

wants you RIGHT THEN AND THERE

felix

at first he doesnt notice your horniness but he realised that you laughed extra hard whenever he said something that could be misinterpreted

“whats going on in that pretty head, hm?”

and you just continue laughing your ass off, shaking your head. 

but ooof when yall actually start having sex he’s like very much ok with it!

maybe not everytime you ask about it because poor baby already tired and just has to say no

but he feels bad everytime :(( because he feels like he cant pleasure you in the way you want :(((

sexual innuendos are yall’s love language

seungmin

poor pup would be more tired than anything ahsahsah

not to say that he doesnt like it but like he needs time to recover after nutting

and when you just poke him with the biggest doe eyes because you want more he just sighs lmao

but he lets you fuck him a lot since he just wants to lie down when he’s tired

he tries his best to match his sex drive with yours but BRUH HE’S TIRED

but he gets cuddles and lots of aftercare for the both of you and so those are the moments he cherishes the most :((

i feel like he has these weird bursts of sexual energy where he gets really horny just randomly, fucks you into the mattress and then acts as if nothing happened??

“you looked hot, what was i supposed to do?”

jeongin

ya know,,, the teenage hormones and growing up comes with a bunch of discovering to do 

and what better way to learn than to fuck all the time??

he has good stamina so,,, go ahead 

but like after a while he just falls apart 

BUT he’s a good boy so he would let you ride him eventhough he’s fucked off his mind

omg he’s all smiling and blushing, mumbling your name :((

“a-are you good, baby?” and he just nods softly

“more please” ASGAHSDFGAH

he can try so much with you!! and he loves that!!

when is cherry gonna make a regular mf reaction post?? we will never know,,,, NAH REQUESTS ARE PROBS GONNA OPEN SOOOON AH IM SORRY ITS TAKING SUCH TIME,,, exams yall :(((

[thedumbguywithaheart43]

BoomLord's weird adventure

chapter 19: aftermath of the monster.

The pony group gathered around a small table in a darkened room a single lamp was the only thing on it. Boom sat in a small stool opposite to the girls with Applejack shining the light in his face."okay partner tell me what the hell happened why the hell did you do that to Marceline!"Applejack's voice was fuming with anger.Boom squinted as the light went in his face."ok Applejack im all for explanations but if you don't get that light out of my face there's gonna be another fight."venom was in the back of his throat.'that or I'll bring light to where it doesn't shine!' he thought to himself. Applejack moved the lamp away from him. To be honest she really didn't want to start a fight after what she witnessed. Rarity spoke up."okay boom we just need you to explain why you attacked Marceline and Twilight and what exactly you did we're kind of confused darling."her voice with her usual Elegance with a bit of nervousness hidden within."okay look I'll explain everything. My ex attacked me and she basically overflowed me with energy. I have the ability to absorb magic and energy however normally it's just passively."looks were exchanged between the ponies with Twilight giving them a nod."normally the magic and energy just goes to passively healing my wounds I can recover quickly from most injuries hence why I'm not crippled after getting thrown through the ceiling. However I can directly tap into magic to absorb it and gain permanent abilities and Powers. Problem is after an incident with a demon, when I absorb too much energy my aggression and greed take over. Basically gaining its own personality separate from myself. It seeks nothing more than to destroy and take specifically magic."even Twilight was taken back by this everyone taking a step away before continuing to listen."this monster isn't me though it's like having a second personality that takes over normally I can keep it in check with the help of a serum. Liquefied gold specifically blessed by a priest it keeps the monster and the greed in check. I take it at least once a week however she overflowed me with dark energy and my body seeked to balance it with more magic. Marceline and Twilight were the most powerful so he was drawn to them."A few of them nodded slowly starting to understand."I truly am sorry for what happened."there was a truly apologetic look on his face. Twilight moved to place a hand on his shoulder.The touch was confronting as he felt a bit of weight leave his soul ,but yet he couldn't look her in the eye."If we're done here I'd like to go and check on Marceline unless one of you feels like stopping me today?"Applejack and the others took a step back again clearing a way to the door. None of them wanted really to fight him and they had gotten the answers that they needed ,so there was no reason to fight.

2 boom walked over to Marceline's room at least the one she was staying in for now. Inside was a medical bed and a heart monitor machine that beeped really slow. Marceline herself was in a hospital gown likely given to her by nurse pound cake. The rather exhausted Marceline turned to her friend giving him a weak smile."hey man good to see your back to your normal self."her voice was weak but she attempted to keep up a positive tone. "I really am sorry about this you were the last person I wanted to hurt."he would never admit it but he was holding back tears."hey man I get it I don't blame you for this. This is on the head of that bitch."Marceline reached a hand up ruffling his hair."it's been a while since you had black hair I like it much better than the blonde."it only now occurred to him that his hair had reverted back to its darkened color once more although small strands of blonde hair were still slowly turning."yeah well I like your style so much I just had to copy it."he give out a week chuckle still trying not to break down over what he's done."and I think that purple girl likes it to.~"she gave him a wink. This caused cheeks to flare up."you know about that?"she asked her."of course I knew you liked her you used to look at me that way."Marceline chuckle grew into laughter."hey!"his cheeks got even redder as he yelled."heh you had the biggest fucking crush on me and you know it."Boom didn't respond merely shaking his head no."Bonnie says ill be out by the end of the day but I think we both know that we can't stay here if Lily actually knows what we're doing we're going to have to pack it up."Boom nodded at her."well I guess it's a good thing I already know a safe place I mean a world full of talking horses would be the last place she'd think to look"Marceline give him a sweet smile before resting her head on her candy pillow. Then she fell asleep and Boom walked out. And he walked all the way to the lab because he and bubblegum are going to have a conversation about what to do next. No matter what they pick it seems danger Will follow."ain't no rest for the wicked."He allowed himself to chuckle at his reference. He was going to need a little bit of laughter for what comes next.

[cosmic-neptunes]

wattpad

Wolfstar Oneshot

"leave me alone Sirius!" 

"Baby, I've told you this before, I don’t care if your a werewolf ill still love you, that isn’t going to change" Sirius was in tears as he tired to pull Remus in for a hug, attempting to comfort him.

Remus pushed him away and said, "you're making a mistake Sirius, look at me I’m a bloody monster!"

"Moonpie, i-"

"Stop calling me that Sirius!" Remus pushed his boyfriend out of the way and stormed out of the boy's dorm room.

Sirius knew better than to follow him, he just needed time to cool off. But the things he said still hurt. After all these years, why now? He thought he proved loyal to Remus, that he'll be there no matter what.

Sirius sat on the bed trying to dry up his tears as James came in looking a bit confused. he walked over and said, "what's with you and moony?"

Sirius shook his head, they had a lot of arguments like this, every full moon, but it never got this bad, normally Remus would give in and let Sirius hold the taller boy. whispering comforting words to him until he fell asleep.

James comforted his friend and said "don’t worry pads, its almost full moon, he's just hormonal,  Lily is the same way around her time of the month"

Sirius chuckled and said "yeah, I know. it just hurts. I thought he trusted me not leaving him, I mean we've been dating since second year, it been four years, I reckon he would think I’m loyal"

James looked at his best mate and said “Pads, what if your relationship with moony needed a break?”

Pads looked at him and looked back down, a fresh stream of tears running down his face.

James picked Sirius heads up using this thumb to wipe away his tears and said "hey, don’t cry pads, I don’t like to see you cry, you're like my brother, baby brother"

Sirius smiled and leaned into James, as much as James was straight he was completely open with cuddling Sirius when Remus wasn't around, which Remus was ok with might they add. James comforted Sirius until he fell asleep. James got up, tucked Sirius to bed and went back to go find Lily.

Sirius woke up and looked out the window, Sirius jumped out of bed and snatched James's invisibility cloak and ran outside. James and Lily were in the Gryffindor common room snogging, when Sirius ran thought James questioned him and all he would say was "full moon"

When he made it to the forbidden forest he turned into Padfoot and ran in looking for Remus, finding his sent and following the trail. When he made it he saw Remus curled into a little ball crying, he turned back and walked towards him. its eyes were yellow and his fangs were longer and sharper than normal.

At the peak of full moon he transformed, Sirius turned into Padfoot and kept an eye on him. Remus slashed at Padfoot when he got to close, he never meant to hurt him but this time he did, a small yelp came from Padfoot as he stumbled back turning human at the same time. Remus stood there and then ran off. Padfoot chased after him, limping until he lost consciousness. he woke up in the hospital wing with Remus the next bed over.

James was sitting next to him and said: "pads you're awake, how are you feeling?"

"im fine, how's Moons? is he ok?" Sirius  had stood up and hissed in pain 

James nodded his head, reassuring that he's fine. He sat back down and put his hand to his ribs had stung. poppy came in and told him to rest. after a while Remus had woken up, He always made a quick recovery since he dealt with this every month. He got up and walked over to Sirius who was pale and weak. Remus looked at him and walked out without saying anything.

It had been about a week since full moon, Sirius was still recovering so he took it easy, but Remus had been avoiding him this whole time until potions.

He called him over and said "Sirius, I’m sorry"

He looked at his boyfriend and said "uh- what?"

Remus's eyes were filled with tears as he took off the ring Sirius had to given him when they first started dating and said "this is it, Sirius, im sorry. Tell the marauders, too. I’m leaving them as well"

Sirius looked at the ring and said "moonpie, what are you talking about, no, we can fix this"

Remus shook his head and said "Stop calling me that Sirius, this already hurts"

With tears running down both of their faces Remus left the class and left Sirius standing there alone, holding the ring the once belonged to the person he fancied the most. James walked up to him and said "what ha- oh Sirius, I’m so sorry"

Sirius hugged James and started sobbing, Professor Slughorn let them sit out in the corridor until he stopped crying.

it had been around four weeks since the two broke up and it took a toll on everyone. They were used to having the two together at all times, wheres one there must be the other, but them being in the same room now was rare.

Sirius was tense, it was almost full moon, and he wanted to be there for Remus. When Remus got up so did he, Remus was carrying a bag full of his belongings with him.

Sirius followed him and said "hey Lupin"

Sirius heard his own voice, he had never called Remus, lupin, even back in first year he would call him Remus.

Remus was shocked he wasn't used to hearing his voice. "go away Black"

Remus felt just as bad calling Sirius, black. Using surnames meant they weren't even friends anymore. he had regretted breaking up with his lover. his voice hang thought his head. The sound of his voice brought back memories, sweet memories. Sirius whispering sweet and not so sweet things to him.

he was pulled back to reality when Sirius spun him around and said "no, Lupin I don’t know why we broke up, but if its because you're afraid of waking up one day and ill be gone. Then I want to let you know that, that will never happen. Lupin, it broke my heart when you said we were done. I love you and you know it, you know I would never leave you because you mean the world to me. What is a world without a moon, I need my little moonpie back, the one that smells of cinnamon and chocolate, and loves to cuddle and eat chocolate while sitting next to the fire recalling old memories, that's the Remus I know, and I love that Remus. I don’t care if you have lycanthropy I’m still going to love you"

Remus stood there quietly until Sirius pulled him in for a hug, Remus hugged him back and started to cry, Sirius ran his fingers thought Remus's sandy curls and whispered sweet things to him.

Remus looked up and said, "why do you stick around huh?"

Sirius smiled and said "because I love you, and before you ask I always will stick around"

"thank you for never giving up on me, " Remus said quietly

Sirius pulled away from the hug and said "of course love, here i have something for you,"

Remus looked confused and said, "what is it pads?"

Sirius looked at him and said "I was gonna give this to you before we broke up. I hope this will prove that ill be right by your side forever"

"w-wait, what?"

Sirius got down on one knee and pulled out a small red velvet box and said: "Remus lupin, your the best thing that has ever happend to me, and I love you with all my heart, so will you make me the happiest wizard on earth and marry me?"

Remus was frozen in time with tears running down his face and his hands brought up to his face and said with a shaky voice "y-yes, yes ill marry you!"

Sirius got up and slipped two rings on. The one he had on before and the new engagement ring, and kissed him. A long and passionate kiss to seal their new engagement.

Remus pulled away, so their foreheads were touching and said "I bloody hate you so much"

Sirius smiled "I love you to moonpie"

[oh-theatre]

Objection!: Chapter 5

Chapter title: Liam

A/n: Anyway yeah I did the ‘infinitesimal’ :) Also I hope you enjoy PLEASE LEAVE ME COMMENTS.

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words: 4125

summary: An unexpected figure from Pattons past returns...

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, platonic demus

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, implied abuse, swearing

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“So” Virgil slams the files onto the table, pulling up a chair “You've been busy, huh?” He scoffs, almost spitting on the man sitting in front of him. The man doesn’t look up, he eyes the files but ultimately he just sits.  Virgil nods, eyeing the glass behind him. “Ok, you don't want to talk” He shrugs. He flips through the files wincing as he picks out the murder photos. He slides them in front of the man. “Look familiar?”

“Yeah, I killed them” The man confesses. The calm oozing out of his voice made Virgil shudder. He shook his head feeling himself loose control.

“Why does Patton want to defend you?” He murmurs to himself. Pure unadulterated loathing seeps into the room.

“I don't know...He really shouldn't. I'm guilty” The man says again, something shifts. Virgil turns angrily to the man. The fiery pit in his stomach grew, he stares at the man sitting in front of him. He feels an overwhelming need to punch him or strangle him. Either works for Virgil.

“So you're just confessing like that? No fight, not begging, why? Why did you even accept Patton's help in the first place? You seem so adamant to go to jail, why make it harder to get there?”

“Guess it's more fun this way” The man's voice remains still, monotone. As if he's a robot. “Plus, who could say no to Patton?” Virgil bites his lip, point to the murderer. He fondly recalls another man sharing the same feelings about a certain lawyer.

~~~

“I'm sorry, are you saying you might actually agree with Patton on this L?” Virgil asks practically scoffing. Logan shrugs. “You never agree with him!”

“Patton is rarely wrong, it would be silly of me to ignore the facts. I'm just saying that maybe the man isn't so bad” Virgil squints trying to read if Logan is serious.

“How is he not the worst?” Virgil begs. “He's a murderer”

“He likes Patton, and Patton believes in him,” Logan says as though reciting a routine. Virgil knows he's kidding...right?

“That can not be where the bar is” Virgil declares, voice becoming desperate

“Figurative or Literal bar, I trust Patton,” Logan says as they push open the doors to the cafe “Always have and always will” Virgil shakes his head, hiding a smirk

“Fair enough” Virgil resigns, defeated. Although, Logan does make some good points

~~~

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Virgil spits, his temper boiling over. The man laughs, finally raising his face so Virgil can meet his menacing eyes.

“I just enjoy killing people, what’s wrong with that?” He shrugs, Virgil’s feels himself recoil, suddenly wanting to hide.

“God you’re sick” Is all he can manage

“No, no… I’m not” he paused, suddenly a smile appears upon his face, unsettling Virgil even further “But your son Damian, he is right? Stomach virus… shame”

No

Virgil feels his stomach drop below his feet as if something inside him shattered. He could feel his breath shaky, clutching onto the table.

Weak

“We are done here,” Virgil says standing up. He closes the case files and signals something to the people behind the mirror. He glared once more at the man, don’t give him the satisfaction.

“Ah, but we aren't are we? Not even close Detective Tormine. Because I’m going to destroy you, I'm going to ta-

“Oh my god” Virgil moans “Shut up, It's literally just me and you in here? Who are you monologuing for?” He smirks as silence falls on to the man, he takes the files leaving the room, shutting the door briskly behind him.

~~~

“But why Dada?” Remus whines in Logan's arms, both of them becoming quite comfortable in each other's embrace. Patton turns to him, holding a sleepy Valerie. He pouts at his son and Logan can't help but imagine having that look at him every day. Wanting to make it go away, fix whatever made his face like such.

“Because Logan is a very busy man, so he can't come over to play” Patton explains delicately, Logan appreciates the softer tone flowing from the man's mouth. Logan could listen to him talk all the time, it's one of the reasons the man gets so excited to go into a case against Patton. That and winning of course.

“Romans busy and he comes over all the time” Remus insists, driving his bargain. A sudden wave hits Logan at Remus’s words. His instinctive nature pounces once more, wanting to do what the judge did and more. He furrows his brows considering this, thankfully saved by an eager intern.

“Mr.Tolentino! There you are!” Reeve shouts from across the foyer. He makes his way over to the pair, looking between Patton, Logan and the kids. “Oh! Im sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything.” Logan tilts his head, glancing over to Patton.

“You did not interrupt Reeve, how can I help you?” Logan inquires, unconsciously adjusting Remus in his hold. Reeve looks down at his notes, then to Patton, finally settling on Logan.

“Sorry, just looked like you and your husband were heading home” He mumbles, writing something down in his notes. Logan freezes feeling a deep blush rise and spread quickly through his face. He darts his eyes over to Patton expecting shock or a look of pure disgustion. However, Patton stands there smiling sweetly, clearly stifling a giggle.

“Oh, no silly! Lo and I aren't together” Something shifts as Patton says this, Logan ignore this “He was just helping me out with the kids!” He secures Valerie with one hand extending the other out to Reeve “Im Patton, by the way, Patton Hart” Reeve shakes back nervously, the shade of red matching that of Logans.

“So not only are you two not married...but your his rival” Reeve manages, feeling very faint. “Oh my god…” he murmurs to himself. Patton looks over to Logan, smirking.

“Rival?” He says coyly

“Shut it” Logan finally speaks, not wishing to further this discussion

“Am I your rival Lo?” Patton questions sweetly. Logan curses himself for telling Reeve anything. Remus giggles in Logan's arms, looking between the two men. “I thought I was...hmm what was it? ‘Too emotional’ for you” Never, you're never too much of anything.

“Remus here is clearly getting tired, you should return home,” Logan says, his face returning to its normal color. Remus folds his arms cross, pouting, matching a similar expression used earlier by his father.

“Am not” He says curtly, Remus turns to Patton “Dada! Please, can Logan come over?” He begs once more. Patton sighs shaking his head, Logan feels something pull inside him. He wants to scream, he wants to speak. Yes, I can! I would love to!. He tries to shake away these thoughts, overcoming him. Patton goes to speak but is interrupted by a voice calling behind him. He spins to face the source, taking two frantic steps back meeting the person's eyes.

~~~

“That was hot” Roman comments as the moody detective exits the interrogation room. Virgil glares at him pushing past him to make way for his desk.

“Which part?” He starts “The part where he said he enjoys killing people, or the part where he knew my son's name?” He looks up curiously at Roman yawning, who now shares the same silent face of the man. Roman nods awkwardly to the sound of Remy's uncontrollable laughter.

“I-im...Im sorry Virge” Roman says shyly, Virgil shakes his head, waving him off.

“It's whatever” he mumbles, he spins his chair turning towards Remy  “Hey I wanna follow up on a lead, check it out with me?” He asks, Remy considers recovering from his fit, he nods.”Kay just gotta go grab Damian, Emiles got some patients so I gotta drop him off”. Remy gives him a thumbs up grabbing his things. Virgil stands grabbing his jacket and pushing past Roman again, he smirks feeling the judges silent shock. The judge manages a quick goodbye standing still by their desks. Remy shoots him a goodbye before making their way towards Emile's office. Once they are out of earshot Remy turns to Virgil, He glances up at him both erupting into laughter.

“You are cruel” Remy insinuates, Virgil nudges his partner feeling comfortable. He sighs relieved at the normality returning after the past few weeks. “God, are you ever going to give the poor judge a chance?” Remy asks as they make their way further through the dark, restrained halls of the precinct. The halls echo the tragedies that had occurred that day.

“Oh absolutely not,” Virgil says, almost disgusted. Both detectives decide to ignore the blush rising on Virgil's face. “It's too late for this anyway, im exhausted. I just wanna follow up this lead, solve this case, then go home and chill with my son” He sighs, covering up another yawn.

“What's it been? Like...8 years?” Remy recalls as they reach an opening, a reception area. Chairs lay empty, waiting for their next client.

“Longer...so much longer” Virgil moans, recalling his past with the precinct, the judge, the lawyers. He shakes his head suddenly exhausted. He reaches Emile's door, knocking politely. After a moment the door creaks open revealing a smiling, purple haired, cardigan wearing man.

“Virgil!” Emile exclaims happily, he ushers the two detectives inside, immediately greeted by a hype Damian.

“Papi!” Damian hugs his dad's legs, Virgil laughs picking up his son. He hugs him, tickling him sweetly. “I had so much fun with mister pickle!” He explains, gesturing wildly. Virgil stifles a laugh, unfortunately, Remy doesn't.

“And you're feeling better?” Virgil turns to Emiles, a knot forming in his stomach “How was he?”

“Virge, he was great” Emile smiles looking at the little boy.

“M-mister… pickle! Oh my god” Remy’s laughing now, he turns to Emile whos struggling to keep a smile. “B-babe, can I please, for the love of all that is holy, call you pickle?” Remy gasps for air, recovering from his 4th laughing fit this week. Emile bites his lip, shaking his head,

“Absolutely not, keep laughing and you're sleeping here, on the couch” Emile responds, Remy smirks. Virgil clears his throat raising his eyebrows, Damian remains bouncing his father's arms ignoring the current conversations. “Righto then, I do have a patient so, as much as I love hanging out with the little guy…” Emile ruffles Damian's hair much to his delight. Virgil nods and thanks him before the detective makes his way back out.

“See you in a sec, imma talk Emile real quick” Remy notfies, turning back to Emile. Virgil moves on, making his way back to his desk.

“Oh Roman! You're still here, perfect!” Virgil rejoices in seeing the judge standing idle by the captain's office. The judge perks up, instantly smiling as he sees Damian. Damian sharing the same feeling pushes against his father, making grabby hands at Roman. Virgil sighs but gives in handing Damian off to Roman carefully. The judge takes him with absolute glee, securing him safely. “What are you still doing here, by the way?” Virgil's inquires as Damian plays with his father's hands, Virgil allows this feeling a sense of calm. Roman coos at the young boy before turning to Virgil.

“I wanted to discuss the case with the captain, I just want to make sure I know everything I need to know” He whispers, Damian remains oblivious. Roman makes a funny face at the boy further serving his joy. Virgil nods understand Remy clears his throat walking up behind them. “Detective Remington” Roman acknowledges, not looking up from the young boy babblin in his arms.

“We gotta go Virge” Remy advises, Virgil nods knowing he's right, hesitant to return back to the cruel world of murderers and terrorists.

~~~

“What on earth are you doing here Liam?” Patton spits coldly. Logan is taken aback by the tone, something in the puzzle has broken. Liam simply laughs maliciously, an ear grating sound to the people present. Patton shakes his head looks back towards Logan. “Lo, will you please take Remus and Valerie to the car?” His gentle voice returns, as his eyes plead to Reeve and Logan. Logan doesn't hesitate immediately securing Valerie in his other arm. Reeve helps by taking Pattons and the children's things, he scurries out. “Thank you” He whispers to Logan, who simply nods still ever curious. Logan stays.

“Patton? I think we should leave” Logan advises, his concern growing noticing a familiar pale look on the lawyer's faces. The smaller man doesn't respond keeping his eyes on the one called Liam. “Patton?” Logan tries once more, his tone soft as ever. Remember, please remember.

“Got yourself a new boyfriend Patton?” Liam condescends, he takes a look at Logan scoffing. Logan tightens his grip on the twins whose faces are now riddled with scared confusion. The man takes one look at them and they hide away burrowing their heads into Logan. Liam tries to move forward but Patton moves quick creating a barricade between them. “Oh? I'm not allowed to say hello to my kids?” Logan feels an unexplainable disappointment, my kids? Why was this so upsetting? Logan knew these were Liams kids, to whatever extent. Logan knew that these were not his kids, he knew that he didn't go home every night and feed them, bathe them and take care of them. He knew that that was not his job, but...I would not mind it. He shakes his head focusing his attention back to the twins. Patton asked you to do one thing, so do it.

“Why are you here Liam?” Patton begs, his voice remains unattached. Liam tilts his head, smirking. Logan doesn't believe in the concept of truly good or truly evil but this man. Let's just say, gun to his head, Liam's name might be at the tip.

“For you, Patton” He responds, Logan almost believes him. “For you, and the kids” Patton scoffs, a sound that should not ever come out of his mouth. He balls his fits, trying to ground himself, Logan watches.

“Oh yeah? Where were you for the last 4 years then?!” Patton erupts, a volcanic explosion, Logan feels the twins nestle further. He can feel them shaking. Patton mocks a happy smile, a finger pointing up, mimicking a lightbulb. “Oh, that's right! You were out cheating on me, sleeping with anything that passed by.” Liam goes to speak but Patton's not finished “Were you as cruel to them as you were to me? Did you hurt them if they didn't listen to you, Liam? I'm curious, did you hurt them before or after you adopted two wonderful kids with them?” Patton finishes, he mocks fake interest, stroking his chin. Suddenly Logan’s blood is boiling, a fiery sea of anger erupts towards this man, the same one he felt all those years ago. A small whimper escapes from Remus, this catches Patton. He turns quickly facing the twins, instantly Logan recognizes his friend. Remus looks up at his father, watery pools lining his eyes.

“Dada, I wanna go home” He pleads, reaching out to the fatherly man. Patton frowns sadly, disappointed in himself. He walks over to Logan, taking Remus delicately, embracing him. “I-im scared” Remus mumbles through his small tears. Patton shushes him stroking him lovingly.

“I know crabcake, im sorry” He whispers, the quiet foyer freezing. Logan looks around, gifting Patton the privacy he deserves. Patton turns back to Liam, a certain fury returning to his eyes. “You will leave, do you understand?” He commands firmly, both Logan and Liam are taken aback by the sweet man's tone. Logan nods impressed, deciding to mimic Patton's comforting technique on Valerie. Liam tries again but Pattons been through the wringer before. He won't be gracing Liam the chance today. “Goodbye Liam” Patton turns back to Logan nodding, he understands following the lawyer out of the courthouse. Neither turn neither gives Liam the satisfaction of being recognized.

~~~

“What a total bust!” Virgil groans, lightly kicking a trash can as they walk back to the car. “God! I feel like anytime I get anything..” He purses his lips tightly, he gestures something zipping by “Nothing! Then I'm back to phase one” Remy listens, that's all Virgil needs. “I don't understand” He mumbles sliding into the car, Remy does the same.

“Go through it” Remy suggests “Tell me everything, act as if I don't know anything from the past 24 hours” He starts the car, squinting through the foggy layer that had set over the city. Virgil exhales slowly, nodding.

“Ok,” He shakes his head “I don't understand! All of our security measures, including cameras clear him. He was at the jail all night, no one in, no one out. Then 2 murderers happen, both following his style, following with the previous ones. Then he confesses, just like that, but there is no evidence linking the two.” Virgil ponders annoyed, he slams his hands on the dashboard, Remy remains, he's used to it. “It doesn't make any sense Rem” His partner admits. Remy bites his lip, something unsettling him, Virgil notices. “What is it?” Remy turns confused.

“Hmm?” He hums keeping his eyes glued on to the road.

“I know you have a thought, you have the look” Virgil glances at Remy's hands “And you do this thing with your hands.” Watching his partners clutch on the driving wheel. Remy scoffs.

“Oh, do enlighten me” Remy mocks, Virgil shrugs.

“You do this thing with your tongue, pushing it around your mouth. You tap incessantly on the wheel, always to the tune of a lullaby, creepy by the way. Then your eyes, they don't move, they stay planted furiously at one spot. As if you were to move your eyes, you would lose the channel of thought. And finally your nose, it flares, like really weirdly” Virgil finishes, as if reciting a long memorized monologue. Remy relaxes immediately, releasing the tension he feels. They really are detectives. “So...what is it?”

“Ok fine” Virgil claps victorious, Remy rolls his eyes “I was just thinking, why is he so adamant to be put into jail? His record has been spotless, perfectly clean. He has solid alibis for every murder but insists he did them? What if…” Remy trails off, biting his lip. “What if… he's being framed? Or threatened? I mean, Patton has never been wrong.” Virgil throws his head back. “What? I'm sorry, it's true, look Emile might be a therapist, and we might be detectives but Patton just...he has a way with people.” Virgil tenses, knowing Remy was right “The man rarely loses a case… I mean why do you think he's highly requested?”

“But could he be wrong? Just this once?” Virgil tries again, he wants something more, something to go off on.

“It's possible, it's always possible. Look, Virge, let him talk to the client, but this time watch him” Remy advises, his voice serious as they pull into Virgil's parking lot. He parks the car, then turns to Virgil. Virgil watches intense, hoping for a smidgen of anything. “Listen to everything they say, analyze everything, leave absolutely no stone unturned. You can get something out of him, Patton can do that. Let him talk to the client” The knot in Virgil's stomach returns.

“So I'm using Patton?” He responds, feeling a bitter taste settle in his mouth. Remy makes a face. Virgil shrugs “That's what it sounds like”

“No...no! Look you're doing your job, Patton is not a cop, you are. Your job is to find the perpetrator and bring him to justice. But this will allow you to see if you can get anything more, for or against his case” He pats Virgil's back “But hey, you're the lead, it's up to you. Whatever ever you choose, I gotchu partner” Virgil knows its a light tease, but he smiles gratefully. “Now go! Damian’s probably sick of Roman at this point.” Virgil chuckles, he says his farewells making his way inside. Damian better be asleep, or Roman will be calling in sick to work tomorrow. He bites his lip, reminding himself that he has to thank the judge for all his help.

~~~

“Patton?” Logan approaches slowly, he closes the door carefully having secured the twins into their seats. Patton leans outside the door, gazing off into the cloudy night. Patton smiles sadly knowing its not just him, knowing he's not the only one who just can't seem to think clearly. Logan tries again “Patton? Are you...are you alright?”

“You know, I used to try and count the stars when I was little... “ Patton starts, Logan remains silent taking his place next to the lawyer. “It was a distraction but after a while it became routine. Every time my parents fought, I’d count.”

“Well that's highly unrealistic” Logan notes “There an infinitesimal amount of stars in the sky, you wouldn't be able to count all of them. And the probability that you counted the same star more than once is highly likely, your data would not be accurate” Logan finishes, Patton tries to hide a creeping smile. “What?”

“You said infinitesimal” Patton snickers, Logan's face drops, horror glazing his eyes. Patton goes to talk but Logan quickly cuts him off.

“I made one mistake Patton, no need to overreact,” He says adjusting his glasses “It's an uncommon occurrence, I rarely make mistakes” Patton smiles wildly, oh no.

“So I guess you could say, the amount of mistakes you've made is…” He ponders mockingly, lighting up excitedly. “Infinitesimal?” he says placing his two fingers together. Logan groans quite audibly, rubbing his temples. Patton giggles and Logan feels a strange tightness in his chest. They simmer down, the surrounding darkness accompanying them.

“But truly Patton, are you alright?” Logan queries trying to keep his concern under control. Patton physically sighs, his shoulders relaxing.

“I don't know... “ He admits, he glances at Logan. “Lately, I just can think or see clearly” Logan nods, urging him to continue “Guess that's why I need glasses” He chuckles resigned. Logan debates whether to reprimand his joke, but the sad tone it took Logan feels his own depressing feelings. Suddenly, desiring the return of the witty puns he so despises. Patton notices the almost scolding look upon Logan's face, he continues. “Am I doing the right thing with this case? I mean every time I think that I’m right something comes along and proves me wrong. What if I’m just defending a…” He pauses faltering, he tries to stop the sniffles “A murderer?” He chokes back a sob. Logan becomes more alert, his posture becoming less relaxed. He watches the usually cheery man struggle against his own emotions, something sets in Logan.

“Patton, you are the smartest person I know” He starts, Patton lazily returns his attention to Logan.

“You must not know a lot of people then” He tries lightly, failing. Logan purses his lips almost in shock. He shakes his head, much to Patton's interest. “What?” Logan decides easing into this will not work.

“Has it truly been four years since you have seen Liam?” Logan jumps right into it, Patton exhales sharply.

“Yes, it has” Patton's voice takes on a chilling tone “See, after he cheated on me, multiple times, and hurt me for years I didn't really want him in my life anymore” Patton snaps, he immediately bites his lip, recoiling away. “I'm sorry… I don't mean to..”

“Don't apologize, Patton” Logan reassures “I did not like him” He admits, a more relaxed tone. Patton giggles sadly.

“Yeah, I know. You, Roman and Virgil made that clear” Patton jokes, Logan nods, inhaling the cold air. A minty feeling gracing his lungs.”I should have listened to you all the first time around, but...I was so desperate to be...” He trails off, Patton's voice has never sounded so defeated, Logan scrunches his brows, desperate? “Thank you, Lo, for helping me out” Logan turns to him.

“Always Patton” He takes another look around “I should go, and so should you. It is getting quite late” He smirked slightly “I wouldn't want my rival to be too tired to argue, now would I?” Patton giggles once more, nudging Logan. Logan doesn't even try to hide his clever smile.

“No we wouldn't” Patton faces Logan, smiling into his eyes. “Goodnight Lo, I'll see you in court” He leans forward placing a quick, soft peck on Logan's cheek before turning away and into his car. Logan raises his eyebrows, resisting the urge to feel his cheek.

“Hm,” He simply hums, a light dust of pink rising on his face. “See you in court” He murmurs, making his way to his own car.

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[thebeethathums]

Observers - 24

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Warnings: Manic mess making and fear

You woke up with a sore throat, no doubt courtesy of the cold in your flat, and groaned, rolling over to look for John. He was gone and when you saw the time it was no surprise, like clockwork that man, always up before nine. Pulling yourself out of bed felt like the most difficult thing in the world but you managed to get yourself to your feet. You trudged down the stairs, rubbing your eyes as you came into the living room, only to jump when they found Sherlock in his chair. You snapped your head to face forward and then consciously avoided that area, slipping into the kitchen in search of John. You found him, as usual, making tea and quietly began poking at Sherlock’s science equipment on the table, you’d always been interested in the oddly colored liquids he worked with and wondered briefly what would happen if you mixed two of the vials together. John happened to look up just as you got a wicked smile on your face and picked up a vial with something blue in it, “Put that down.”   You pouted in a slightly hoarse voice, “But it’s so pretty… and it would look prettier mixed with that.” You innocently pointed to a green vial, still holding the blue one in one hand, secretly hoping something cool and/or destructive would happen, and John leveled you with a glare, “Put it down. I already have Sherlock almost blowing up the flat on a regular basis and he knows what he’s doing. I don’t need you causing trouble too.” 

You pursed your lips unhappily, putting the vial back in its place reluctantly just as Sherlock came into the doorway. Your eyes went wide and you ducked behind John as he stepped forward to pick up the vial you’d just been holding, scrutinizing it in the light. 

He turned to say something to you but you were gone, having dashed out the door while he was otherwise distracted, and John just shrugged when he gave him an inquisitive look, “If you want to know how her mind works go ask her ‘cause I haven’t the foggiest.” You were sitting in John’s chair when he came into the living room, your knees pulled up to your chest as you took deep breaths, trying to reassure yourself that it was all just a dream. He could see you tense as he came into your peripheral vision and, instead of demanding you tell him why, he sat down across from you, opting to read you instead. You looked up at him, playing the little staring game that had become common between the two of you since that first day. You didn’t try to hide anything, he would always find out in the end so it was pointless to try and do so, and let your eyes take him in, facing your fears as best you could. He could see that you were afraid and his jaw clenched when he realized it was him the feeling was directed at, he went over his actions over the past couple of days trying to find a source for your fear and, coming up with none, came to the conclusion that he must have made an appearance in your nightmare. Your subconscious was making him a threat, why? What had you seen to make someone like you, uninhibited, brave, and a little crazy, so fearful of someone who just the day before you had shown more trust in than anyone aside from John? He must have triggered something by showing you a little more attention than he normally would. This is why we always run experiments appropriately he thought to himself, if he had kissed you there was no telling what unintended effects it may have had. He was surprised when, for the first time since he’d met you, you purposefully looked away from his gaze, burying your face in your knees with a shaky sigh. That was probably more telling to him than anything else you’d done, coupled with the fact that you jumped when John placed a hand on your back as he walked in, “You ok, Squeak?” You tilted your head to look up at him, “Yeah, Johnny. Just thinking.” “The nightmare again?” You didn’t answer, tucking your head back between your knees, and he sighed, “You can stay in my room while I’m gone if you’d like.” You were up like lightning, bolting towards the door, “Thank you, but no, John. I’ll be downstairs.” He looked after you with a little frown, “Maybe I should stay…” “Why? You can hardly protect her from her mind, John.” He knew Sherlock was right but he still wanted to, he felt so helpless, he hadn’t been able to protect you before and now you were here with him and he still couldn’t. It was aggravating. He took a deep breath to let go of his frustrations, maybe some time away would do the both of you some good. He would be able to process everything that had happened and you could come to terms with the fact you no longer had to hide things. A short while later you saw him off, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as you promised to at least try and stay out of trouble while he was gone before ducking back into your apartment. You toed some of the mess you’d made in your flat across the floor with a heavy sigh, sometimes your artistic side could be a pain as it was also the part of your personality that threw you into almost frantic fits of destruction when you were upset. You looked around. You’d pulled all your old sketchbooks from their place on one of your two large bookshelves and strewn them about, things you had tucked in them escaping to litter the floor. The corner you had set your easel up in was painfully empty as you had flattened the wooden structure and pushed it against the wall, tearing down the tarps to throw over it so you didn’t have to look at it. Your painting stool was toppled on its side and tubes of paint and brushes were tossed haphazardly on your couch and coffee table. The drafting table you used as a desk was tilted so nothing could sit on its surface and your papers, pens, pencils, and larger drawings were scattered on the floor next to it. You held your head in your hands, trying to get a hold of yourself before you destroyed something you couldn’t replace, and then sank down in your chair, feeling exhausted for some reason. Leaning back into it limply, you tried to go into your creative space to at least come up with a better way to handle your frustrations and uneasiness only to have your concentration rudely jarred as the door to your flat was flung open. You nearly toppled your chair backward as you jumped back, “Bloody hell, Sherlock! If you aren’t going to knock can’t you at least be gentle with the door?” His jaw went slightly slack as he took in the state of your flat and you got up to put the chair in between you and him, instinctively seeking a way to protect yourself. Your tone was slightly hostile as you softly asked, “Are you going to tell me what you want or do I have to guess?” “Tea,” he lied, knowing that at the moment you weren’t likely to call his bluff. Though annoyed you obliged, escaping to the kitchen with a slight sense of relief and leaving him to do what he did best, observe. If he had had any doubt as to your interest in him, it was squelched now as his eyes found not only the large sketches of him that had been stashed away on your drafting table but various drawings of him on things ranging from napkins to cardstock advertisements smattered across the floor. He stopped short of your couch when he spotted your current sketchbook on the coffee table, open to your most recent set of drawings. They were also of him but in a very different light than all the others, his face malevolent and his stance extremely threatening, and a couple had his hand raised in such a way that it was obviously going to make contact with the viewer. If Sherlock had ever felt like he had a heart, it was then as pain wrenched through his chest when he realized what you must have seen in your dream and in turn why you were avoiding him. He stepped over your mess and into the kitchen, watching you tense again as you sensed his presence before you took some deep breaths and mumbled to yourself about reality. You turned to offer him a weak grin and a cup of tea, which he accepted only to set down as he closed the gap between the two of you, trapping you between himself and the counter so you couldn’t dash away again. Your form went rigid as your brain fell back on its instincts for situations like this- you’d learned that fighting back would only cause more pain for you in the end, so you turned your cheek and steeled yourself what should come next. It never came. Instead, a hand gently wove its way into your hair, encouraging you to make eye contact with its owner, which you did, looking up at him through your lashes warily. His eyes looked pained and you tilted your head confusedly, forgetting your own potential pain in favor of wanting to stop whatever was causing his. Your fingers seemed to make their way to his sharp cheeks without your permission, taking his face in your hands as you breathed, “What’s the matter, Sherlock?” In response he brought his other hand up, causing you to flinch and pull your hands away from him as you internally cursed yourself for falling into a false sense of security. He brought his hand to your face cautiously, his touch as gentle and feather-light as he could manage as he shifted his other hand so he could cradle your cheeks, causing you to look up at him again as he said only one word, “Never.” You relaxed and he let his hands fall to his side before grabbing his tea and going back out to the living room to drop down in your chair. Standing there frozen for a few minutes, you recovered and went out to where he was to press a light kiss to his cheek as you murmured, “Thank you, Sherly.” A slight smirk crossed his face at his success and you plopped down on the floor to put everything back where it was supposed to be.

[jaku-the-askblog]

Ok so i couldnt do the exact way you prompted, because i tie in Aku’s “sickness” heavily with personal headcanons about how Aku even functions (which i will post once im done collecting them in a cohesive way), but i have attempted a thing nonetheless

under the cut cuz it ran a little long

(from here)

Jack races outside to a balcony from the citadel, and stares up, gawking, with the rest of the crowd at the dark underside of the tremendous spaceship lurking overhead that is now blocking out the sun. A virtual screen flickers on, and a green-scaled, bug-like face comes into view. Its antennae wriggle as the mandibles move to make a fast series of clicking noises, evidently speaking.

Jack is about to ask if anyone can understand what’s being said, but then a robotic voice rings out from the ship, louder than the alien.

“Your leader Aku is weak and we have come to take that power! Do not panic, and do not fight it, or you shall be met with consequences.”

Jack narrows his eyes, and is about to prepare to run inside and grab his sword when he notices that the minions and workers are all just...standing there. A few even look bored.

And that’s when he hears a whistle of air, and his eyes only barely catch the streak of black before it collides with the ship, but it doesn’t seem to impact it. Instead, darkness spreads over the ship like a giant wave, the screen of the alien’s face flickering out as the spread continues, until there is nothing but the solid mass of black.

Jack’s jaw drops open again as that mass begins to float away, but he winces as light from the sun filters back in as the ship leaves. The crowd begins to disperse back into the citadel, though Jack is still frozen to the spot.

“Amateurs.” one of the minions remarks, rolling his eyes under the hood while he passes Jack.

When Jack finally makes his way inside, in the main hall Aku stands there with a massive crew of aliens exactly like the one that had been on the screen, all looking terrified as they are handcuffed by Aku’s minions. He walks up on shaking legs, but he can’t decide if he’s terrified by the display or almost bursting with awe and excitement at it.

Aku seems to delay in noticing him, even creaking as he does so. He beams when he sees it’s Jack, however.

“Ah, samurai! I am glad you are here to witness these criminals experiencing punishment for their crimes!”

Jack succeeds in not flinching at that, and then notices Aku seems...wispy at his edges. His shoulders, especially, seem to be in a constant, barely-there state of dissolving away. He blinks and refocuses on Aku’s face.

“Er, yes, good job Aku.” Jack walks up to gently put his hand on Aku’s arm, and he frowns when Aku feels a little more liquid than solid. Aku stiffens, and instantly his body is its usual texture.

Neither of them mention it again, but Jack does learn that not only did Aku control himself and the ship, but once he had landed it safely he used his essence to control the hundred aliens or more to get them to teleport back to his lair.

Truly, just one more impressive feat that Jack now knew Aku was capable of.

— — —

That night, two more ships come in and start off attacking the city. Thankfully most of the damage is superficial, as Aku’s reaction is fast once more. He uses the same method for one of the ships, but once the second comes in he simply grows in size and grabs it from the air, then tears off its engines before not-so-gently putting it next to the other.

This time Jack catches a ride on one of the beetledrones, following them out to where Aku has landed the ships, and while the minions and beetledrones do their work of capturing and taking record of all the new prisoners Jack walks around, trying to find Aku after the demon seems to vanish.

They literally run into each other as Jack rounds a corner, and when Jack steps back he sees Aku’s form ripple and shudder, and Aku seems to have trouble reforming himself into his usual stature at his typical height. He makes a sort of annoyed growl, and after a couple seconds gets himself together.

“Any damage reports in?” Aku immediately begins. Jack nods, but he’s keeping a wary eye on Aku.

“Are you alright?” He can’t help but ask.

Aku snorts, but it turns into a grin as he strides up and past Jack. Jack turns and follows him.

“Your concern is touching, truly, but not necessary.” Aku’s voice is clipped, almost tight. Jack doesn’t pursue the subject, even if it lingers in him, because they grow too busy directing the beetledrones and checking in with the damaged areas.

Aku had always seemed quick to recover from the times they fought before, anyway.

— — —

In the next three days there’s a whole series of more ships, with at least three a day appearing at any location on the planet. Aku is always there instantly, taking care of it each time, but Jack begins to notice a distinct weariness to the demon’s features, and Aku seems to move around the castle more and more sluggishly. He’s of course insistent that he’s fine, but Jack makes sure to move his own work to Aku’s throne room or office as often as he can to keep close to Aku, and he casually requests Aku’s secretary to move as many appointments out of the way as possible for that week.

By the fourth day the alien species, which they now know is the Hvarkthons from the Sarris system, officially surrender. The prisons in the citadel haven’t been this full in at least a year, but after they all sign the treaties and contracts all the temporary prisoners are finally cleared out and a sigh of relief is collectively breathed around the castle.

Jack heads down to Aku’s office the next day, but as he gets closer he sees a trail of small black puddles that grow larger and more frequent as he nears the door. When he steps inside he notices that Aku is hunched over, his face on his desk, and the demon is— there’s no better word for it— dripping. His entire form just looks soggy.

Jack rushes up to his side, and carefully reaches his hand out to what he can make out to be Aku’s shoulder. He is sure that touching Aku like this won’t result in getting possessed by the demon’s essence again, but he’s also never been this close to Aku if the demon ever got like this.

“Aku?” he asks softly, and his hand makes contact with the wet shape. He grimaces as his hand starts to sink in, so he keeps the pressure light and is sure to only let it rest just on the surface of Aku’s form.

He hears a low groan from somewhere inside Aku, and the blackness wriggles and shivers. It takes nearly fifteen seconds before Aku peels his face from the desk with a suction noise and stares past Jack, squinting. His eyebrows are low, almost out, but at least he seems to be able to keep his face mostly in its normal form.

“Samurai?” he mumbles, then begins to cough and hack, his body trembling and jerking about violently in the chair. Jack pries his hand back, and some of Aku’s body comes away between his fingers before slowly falling away and to the floor.

Jack takes a breath, and straightens his back.

“Enough! You are going to bed, and resting until you are better.” He makes his voice as firm and projected as possible, and when Aku stops coughing he seems to understand, drooping his head but making a little nodding motion as he does.

Aku doesn't really stand so much as contort his body into an upright position, but immediately starts to tilt. Jack reacts instantly, stepping forward with his arms out to grab Aku, but when his hands make contact Aku falls all over him, coating Jack in a wet, black goo.

Jack had flinched, but after a few moments he can’t feel much on his face so he risks cracking open one eye, then the other. He looks over himself to see splatters of Aku everywhere, effectively coating him, and he peers down to see a pair of small flames burning from the center of his chest.

He blinks twice rapidly, and then sighs through his nose and starts to cautiously make his way out of the office and back through the hallways and stairs to their bedroom. He passes thankfully few minions and workers, who only give him wide eyes before steering clear of him.

When he finds the final staircase down, Aku begins to slip from him, his essence peeling down Jack’s body and clothing. Jack quickly cups his hands around the two eyebrows, holding them, as he picks up his pace.

He spits out to get off anything that might have landed near his mouth, and then offers in a reassuring tone, “Come on, just a little further. We are almost to bed.”

The essence seems to shudder in response, and stops dripping heavily long enough for Jack to reach their bedroom and allow the puddles to pool together and slide under the sheets.

Jack takes a breath, and walks around to sit on top of the sheets, settling himself in for a long meditation. He can’t think of what else to do— as far as he’d known, Aku should be immune to diseases. It’s not like the demon has organs, or anything to become unwell. The only other time he’d seen Aku like this he’d never figured out what had caused it, and he’d never thought to ask Aku.

He loses track of time, and before he knows it he’s woken up by a hand on his leg. He shakes himself out of the lost state, and looks over to see a still obviously under-the-weather Aku, but at least he has a face and horns again.

The demon sniffles, a short series of deep, snorting noises, and clenches his half-formed hand into Jack’s leg with all the power of a small child.

“Is there anything I may do to help?” Jack offers, placing his own hand over Aku’s. It’s still mostly a liquid state, but at least he can distinguish between fingers.

Aku starts to cough again, hacking up essence that spills onto the pillow before it drools down to go back into his body. Jack watches with something akin to morbid fascination, since Aku’s anatomy is a strange (but sometimes fascinating) thing.

The demon paws at Jack’s leg, hitting the apex between his hip and thigh, and Jack almost warms a bit. But he takes a guess and lays down closer to Aku, bringing their hands up and between them. Aku seems to settle, closing his eyes again and starting to snore shortly thereafter.

Jack chuckles softly and lets himself relax again. He’ll be here for Aku, as long as the demon wishes.

[rebeltheanomaly]

Roughdraft/Notes on Grieftale Act 1 Part 1

Opening Scene:*a kid crawls up a mountain, seemingly panicked* Im not... Gonna let you... Hurt anyone else.... *he ties a rope around his neck, and falls into Mt. Ebott, only for the Rope to snap, letting him fall into the vast underground world below* The thump echoes off the cavernous walls, the only sign of life. They feel something soft against their skin... golden flower petals from dozens of crushed flowers. Somehow, they were enough to keep the fall from becoming fatal. *the kid awakens, covered with scars, not from the fall, but from... something else... he wanders on in hope of... something* You find a large stone doorway, leading to a hall filled with a playful tune... or is it in your head? in front of you is another golden flower, alone this time, grinning at you happily. "Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower! Hmmm... you're new to the underground, aren't cha? Golly, you must be so confused. Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do. Ready?" *he cowers* Please... don't hurt him... *he seems to be talking to someone else, Flowey feels a threatening presence, but shrugs it off, after all, it's just a human.... Right?* Flowey looks uncomfortable, his smile wavers. "Haha.. of course I won't hurt you! here we go!" Suddenly, the light in the room seems to be sucked out, and a white perimeter forms around you. You feel a weight in your chest, and look down to see a heart-shaped red glow underneath your striped sweater. "See that heart?" Flowey explains, "that is your soul, the very culmination of your being! Your soul starts off weak, but it can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV!" *His soul is Obsidian, which means he's being controlled..... Or his soul is a host to something* Flowey's grin wavers. He looks like he wants to say something, then recovers. "W-what's LV stand f-for? Wy, LOVE of course! You want some LOVE, don't you? Here!" Half a dozen white pellets appear around the flower. They shoot towards you at an alarming rate. Flowey's expression darkens. "Get as many as you can." H-he says you want to hurt me... *at this point, Flowey gets the impression that he's probably just insane* *As soon as the pellets make impact with his soul, his mannerisms change from that of a shaky nervous teen too some kind of killer, he moves at impossible speed and pins Flowey against the wall, grinning and laughing in a completely different voice* ???: Sorry Goatweed, but i kinda need this body.... *His voice, grin, and penetrating red eyes seem..... Familiar to the little flower, like a really bad nightmare....* Flowey looks shocked, his face changes into that of azriel "C-chara? You're back! T-take it easy -- it's me!" *Laughs* You think i’m your girlfriend? (I’m just gonna say Chara is a girl for this) No, i know who you are Goat. *throws him to the ground* And you will stay out of my way if you know what's good for you. Flowey stares up in shock as he slinks away. ???:*lets the human take control as Toriel comes* "Oh my! You poor innocent youth, i thought I heard a commotion, are you hurt?" H-he's gone now... and so is that weird flower..... toriel takes a knee "my child, who hurt you? Who was here?" He didn’t hurt me... L might've hurt him though… "You don't have to hurt anyone ever again, my child... i'll protect you." she extends a hand to you *inches away* Plz stay away... He might hurt you too… She grabs the child's hand anyway (he takes her hand) Oh-ok… The goat monster smiles reassuringly. "My name is Toriel. What is yours?" She says as she walks with you into the next room. You notice a golden star in between two staircases... something is off about it. It isn't casting light on anything. It's almost as if it isn't even there. I-i... I cant remember... He's taken away most of my memories... *cries* "Oh, my child! The things you must have gone through!" She gasps, falling to her knees and hugging you tightly. "We'll both be happier now that we've found each other, i'm sure." Maybe.... he'll leave me alone for once.... "Of course, it'll be just you and me." She guides you up the stairs, and into a room with six pressure plates and a door. "Welcome to your new home, innocent one. Allow me to educate you in the operation of the ruins. The ruins are full of puzzles: ancient fusions between diversions and doorkeys. One must solve them to move from room to room. Please adjust yourself to the sight of them." She walks on four of the pressure plates, and the door slides open. In the next room, there sits a dummy. "As a human living in the underground, monsters may attack you. Stall for time, I will resolve the conflict. I promise. Here, practise talking to the dummy." *he looks at the dummy, and hugs it* Toriel's eyes shine with joy. "You are very good!" She walks ahead of you, and when she's not looking a frog monster jumps in your way. It looks like it has bad intentions as it charges forward for an attack “P-please stay away little frog..* The frog doesn't seem to understand you, but it hears the fear in your voice. Before it can make another attack, Toriel turns around and glares at it. The frog slinks away, embarrassed. You and Toriel find a long path of spikes barring your way. "Here, take my hand" She says, and steps forward. *he takes her hand, halfway through, one of the spikes shoots up higher then normal and gives him a small cut* I-im sorry L! "Oh don't apologize! L? What a cute nickname for me! I usually let people call me the first half of my name." Toriel seems completely oblivious, but is saddened by the cut. "Puzzles seem a little too dangerous for now." She leads you into a vast empty room, the lighting prevents you from seeing too far in. "You have done excellently thus far, my child. However... I have a difficult request to ask of you. ...I would like you to walk to the end of the room by yourself. forgive me for this." She runs off into the darkness, abandoning the one she'd sworn to protect. Y-your not L.... He punished me.... *when he sees Toriel run off* No! *he runs quickly, panicking* you chase after her, but she is nowhere to be seen. *he gets to the end of the room, she hears faint whispering around him, she can't tell what it's saying... But it doesn't sound pleasant...* Suddenly, Toriel is by your side. "Greetings, my child. Do not worry, I did not leave you. There was an important reason for this exercise... to test your independence. I must attend to some business, and you must stay alone for a while. please remain here, it's dangerous to explore by yourself." She thinks for a moment. "I have an idea, I will give you a cell phone! if you have a need for anything, just call. be good, alright?" She stays where she is for a moment, as if reconsidering, then brisky leaves you... for real this time. (as Toriel leaves, his other side comes out, and exits the room, with the grin of a madman) You exit the room and immdiately get a call. "Hello? This is Toriel. You have not left the room, have you? There are a few puzzles ahead that i have yet to explain. It would be dangerous to try and solve them yourself. Be good, alright?" *he waits until the call is over, then knocks the candy bowl over without even taking any, he then walks out of that room* You spot another golden star hovering over a pile of leaves. A froggit eyes you suspiciously L: *seems repulsed by the star* Grrr... it reminds me of hope.. A Whimsun flutters out of the leaves and encounters you... it looks like it's fighting out of fear. *grins and grabs it by the neck, preventing it from escaping* Well, what have we here? *Grins menacingly, seeming enjoy the fear in it* The whimsun gasps for air, it's wings fluttering aggressively. "i can't... handle this!" *rips off its wings, limbs and tongue and leaves it for dead, laughing* You stand over the dead creature, watching it turn to dust. The froggit behind you recoils in horror, then bravely charges forwards. *picks it up and hurls it into the wall with inhuman strength* its skull shatters against the wall and it crumbles into dust. Two more froggits try to jump you from behind! *grabs them and crushes their heads with his bare hands *walks into the next room* You find the ground ahead of you looks unstable... it reminds you that these really are ruins. A whimsun flutters over the problem area, whimpering at the sight of the dust on your hands Throws a sharpened stick at it with startling accuracy, impaling it* It crumbles with a whining cry, and the stick drops onto the uneven ground, dust sprinkling onto it *He tastes some of the dust, like the sick freak he, or more accurately the demon possessing him is* You take a few steps on the unstable looking ground... and your leg breaks through the floor! You crash a story down, landing on a pile of leaves. You are now in a room with two doors on either side of the leaves, surrounded by half a dozen whimsun, ready to fight for their lives *Uses something humans aren’t normally capable of: Magic. He summons a storm of crimson energy, forcing them into the worst pain imaginable* they drop from the sky, their attacks disappearing, writing on the ground as they slowly turn to dust. You leave through the door on the right, the stairs lead you through a small gap into the hallway with the broken floor. You're on the other side of the unstable ground, allowing you to move forwards. *He goes onto the next room, avoiding the unstable ground* Suddenly, your phone rings. "Hello? This is toriel. For no reason in particular... which do you prefer? Cinnamon or Butterscotch?" *Imitates the other kid's voice* I-I-I don't have a preference.... I haven't eaten anything sweet in so long… "Oh! You sound like you're getting a cold! Well alright, thank you." You take a few steps and she calls you back "You do not DISLIKE Butterscotch and Cinnamon, do you? Would you turn up your nose if you saw them on your plate?" No, they're alright...... I mean, i can't remember what they taste like... *at this point, Toriel thinks he has some kind of Trauma-related mental illness* "Right, right. I understand. Thank you for being patient, by the way." She hangs up, and you look around you. Three rocks sit near three pressure plates, and ahead of them is a bridge of spikes. *he pushes the two rocks, then goes to the third one* "Whoa there pardner! who said you could push me around?" *pulls out a drill* Hehehe… "Whoa... wait.. wait! I'll move!" the rock exclaims, sliding into place correctly. The spikes slide down. *drills it to bits as its on the button* I was gonna kill you anyway... Thanks for cooperating... *walks on* You take a few steps when the spikes shoot back up, pieces of the rock crumbling away from the pressure plate. You shriek in pain and feel your health drain away�� *with the demon in control, the damage seems to make him stronger, hell, he seems to enjoy it, continuously scraping his arm across it* you move on, and spot another golden star next to a table with cheese on it. There's a mouse hole on the opposite wall *Walks on, hissing at the star* You hear a voice echo in your head: DETERMINATION in the next room you find a ghost lying on a pile of leaves... it starts to fade away You spear them with your stick. they stop fading away, looking at you with a blank expression *Gazes at the ground below Napsta, it starts sucking him in* Napstablook's face shifts from blank to shocked "W-What? What's happening? Oh no... I always knew I was a waste of space... at least now I can finally die..." Napstablook looks like he's letting himself get sucked in. *hands shoot out of the ground and drag him to hell, i'm sniggering all the while Napstablook's eyes go wide "I.. I- I changed my mind! I don't want to--" the hole closes, cutting napstablook off. You can now see there's a fork in the path *Looks at where the hole was* Doesn't matter, (grins) Suffering is all that exists, everything else is an illusion....*He enters the Spider bake sale* a little spider crawls down a web and greets you with a smile. "All proceeds go to real spiders!" she chimes happily *Grins and stomps on the webs, killing countless spiders, Muffet would never even receive word of the sadistic monstrosity from them, from someone else on the other hand.... You walk along a long, empty hall. Suddenly your phone starts ringing again (He answers) H-hello? *contemplating leaving a demonic latin message* "I just realized that it has been a while since I've cleaned up. I did not expect to have company so soon. There are probably a lot of things lying about here and there. You can pick them up, but do not carry more than you need. Someday you might see something you really like. You will want to leave room in your pockets for that. toriel hangs up, and you find yourself in a new room with six obviously damaged areas in the flooring. You get the feeling they can't support your weight for very long. At the end of the hall is another row of spikes. you walk to the one nearest to you. It collapses with a thunderous crash, and you land on a pile of leaves. While you dust off your clothes, a Vegetoid monster pops up from the ground, alongside dozens of carrots it's shooting towards you as an attack *he dodges with inhuman speed, picks it up, opens his mouth impossibly wide, bites the lower half of his body off and spits it out* I've always hated plant-based food… the vegetoid makes a high pitched shriek and dissolves, you taste dust in your mouth. You notice stairs leading back up *goes back up, and goes into all 5 of the broken areas* most are empty, one had a ribbon in it. On the fourth try, you notice in the room a glitched white shape, almost completely transparent, that keeps getting sucked into the ground and coming back up. "I.. I- I changed my mind! I don't want to-- I.. I- I changed my mind! I don't want to-- I.. I- I changed my mind! I don't want to--" they repeat again and again. "I -- I... I -- I -- I!" They pop out of existence, as if they were never there. *Grins and goes back up, walking out of the room* On the fifth try to find the switch and press it, and the spikes retreat successfully, revealing a loox. "You rude little snipe!" it cries, and strings of bubbles pour out of the walls, bouncing off surfaces at random *Grins* Is that all your gonna call me? *Pulls out the Ribbon, which he had turned into a lash* you whip the bubbles and they explode on impact, sending you sliding a few feet back but you stay on your feet. "Don't pick on me!" It yells, and you're finding it harder and harder to dodge the bubbles (Moves faster then it can keep up with and impales it's eye with his stick) It screams and the bubbles pop harmlessly. The tears from its eye manifest into attacks, then dissolve away as he does. you're in a room with three pillars, three buttons (red, green, and blue), and for the love of god more spikes *rips off one of the spikes and starts giving himself a sin mark, basically the Demonic equivalent of a tattoo* you step through the gap in the spikes and find another identical room, with a pile of moldsmalls bouncing happily and obliviously *grins and tackles one, ripping it to pieces* The other three rise up into Moldbyggs, thrashing their bodies and attempting to strike you like hammers *absorbs their life force by merely opening his mouth, at this point from beyond the fourth wall, though no one in universe seems to notice it, his skin gets more and more pale the more kills he makes, along with his hair growing and turning metallic silver very subtly, his teeth get sharper and more pointed, along with his nails * you walk on, and find yourself at another crossroad: straight ahead through brambles and bushes, or turn left where a bed of leaves forms a cross *he steps through the brambles* you find yourself on a balcony overlooking the ruins, it's breathtakingly beautiful (not that you care XD) you turn and spot the fake knife and grin, reaching for it, when a vine wraps around it. from behind you hear "Are you happy, you sick freak? is this what you were looking for?" flowey grimaces, blood dripping off one of his petals. "this isn't the first time i've watched a child wipe out monster kind, but never the way you're doing it. this is my warning: if you don't reset when you've finished having your fun... i ' l l s l a u g h t e r y o u . he pops back into the ground, and lets the knife go *smirks when he's gone* As if he can stop me... *picks up the knife and converts it into a Kukri, which is basically an Australian hunting knife, he then walks back and goes down the path untravelled* you hear toriel approaching. you realize you are still covered in dust and carrying the knife.

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

Love sick- A Heith oneshot( Keith x Harvey) from my voltron au

So before I begin this I wanted to say I'm writing this partly to help me feel better and partly because I feel sick. This is a fluffy oneshot from my unposted voltron au and the main ship is Keith x Harvey (my trans male oc) If you don't like it then please dont read it, I'm writing this to help my mental state as well as to share a little bit of my Voltron au with my followers because I'll be posting drawings for it soon. Other than that enjoy!

Harvey groaned lowly as he slowly woke up, his head throbbing and his vision a little blurry. But he brushed it off as tiredness from all the training he’s done lately and sat up on wobbly arms. As soon as he was up the world spun as he was hit with a strong dizzy spell. He cried out weakly and fell back onto his bed, panting. Harvey squeezed his eyes shut and laid still for a few moments, waiting for the spell to pass. Once it did he heaved himself back up slowly, and stood on shaky legs. Miraculous he managed to get dressed in his wrap and binder, his normal black tank top, his t-shirt, and his jeans. He didn’t really look in a mirror, just brushed his hair with his fingers as he stumbled through the castle to where everyone was likely eating. His headache felt like it was getting worse and the edges of his vision were blurry and he still felt weak and dizzy, but he forced it away and smiled the best he could as he entered the dining room.

    “ H-hey guys...”

Pidge was the first to notice, and stood up as Harvey shuffled over.

    “ Harvey are you ok?” She asked concerned, though Harvey only nodded in response and gave a strained smile.

     “ Are you sure? You don’t look too good Har...” Hunk piped up as he set some plates of space food on the long table. Harvey nodded again and sat down, grabbing a plate.

     “ Y-yeah im sure...I’m fine...Just hungry.” He tried to ignore the disbelieving looks from the others and ate with them, his voice getting more and more strained and softened the more they all talked. When he finished Harvey stood up and gripped the table to keep the dizziness that hit him hard from knocking him back into the chair. He already worried them so much lately...He could work through this.

      “ I think...I-i’m going to go train a little...” He said weakly and started walking to the door. He was stopped by Shiro gently placing a hand on his shoulder. Harvey looked up at the older human, seeing his concerned expression then starting to see two and three of the Black Paladin moving back and forth in his vision, worsening his headache. There was a dull ring in his ears and he barely heard Shiro’s question.

      “ s-sorry Shiro....W-what did you say...?” His eyebrows furrowed in worry.

      “ I said that maybe you shouldn’t train today Harvey. You aren’t looking too good...” Harvey gently shrugged his hand off and tried to smile, opening his mouth to assure him and the others he was just fine, but suddenly he felt the floor shift and tilt under his bare feet, and he barely heard his friend’s shouts as he pitched to the side and blacked out as the floor rushed forward to greet him...

     “ HARVEY!”

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Shiro just barely managed to catch the Hylaeric boy as he collasped before he hit the floor, his body completely limp and his normally dull bronze skin paled to a sickly coppery shade, his cheeks a feverish looking pale red. Pidge and Hunk rushed over followed by Lance and Keith, all looking worried.

    “ Oh jeez is he ok?? Is he dying? Someone please tell me he isn’t dying!” Lance patted Hunk’s shoulder.

    “ He’s not dying Hunk. I think he’s just sick...” Coran walked over to Shiro’s other side and looked the alien ex-prince over before looking at shiro.

    “ Alright everyone calm down! Shiro take Harvey back to his room and lay him down. Make sure to wear your helmet and give me a visual. Once hes settled I need you to help me figure out all his symptoms and I’ll run them through the database of what we know on the Hylaeric people and find out what’s happening, alright?” Shiro nodded and carefully scooped up the smaller boy in his arms and with Keith’s help getting his helmet on carried Harvey back to his room. Meanwhile the others gathered around Coran as he pulled up multiple databases in Altean.

    “ Alright Coran I got him in bed. What do I look for?” Next to the database a live feed from Shiro’s helmet appeared, showing Harvey laying under his covers with Shiro beside him. Coran scanned the database before clearing his throat.

     “ Alright, first remove your glove and check his forehead for a fever.” There was a pause as Shiro took off his glove and on the screen Shiro’s hand gently laid against the boy’s forehead before almost immediately pulling away.

      “ He’s definitely has a fever, a strong fever too.” Coran nodded and typed something quickly.

     “ I see I see....Alright now, has his skin paled at all, and has any odd color come to his face?” There was a moment before Shiro comfirmed that his face had paled quite a bit and that there was pale red color in his face that didn’t look normal. They continued doing this until something came up in Altean, flashing a few times. Both Coran and Allura furrowed their eyebrows at whatever it displayed.

     “ What is it? What’s wrong with him??” Lance asked, breaking the silence. Coran didn’t answer for a moment before facing Lance with a smile.

     “ Oh well, Hylaerian to Altean is hard enough to translate so I’m afraid it doesn’t translate to English! But not to worry it’s a simple Hylaeric flu he should recover if given enough rest and medicine!”They all shared a slightly confused look but nodded. 

      “ Now, Hunk, Lance, why don’t you two go to the kitchen and make something easy for him to eat once he wakes up! Keith, Pidge, you two go and help Shiro keep an eye on his fever!” Coran shooed them off and they reluctantly left, but as pidge left she heard them talking and stopped.

      “ Coran...tell me the truth. What’s really wrong with Harvey?” The two Alteans looked at Pidge, then each other, before they sighed. Pidge walked back over to them looking determined to get the truth. 

      “ Well Pidge...to be honest, Harvey has come down with a Hylaerian illness roughly translated to “Love Sickness.” Allura said softly, looking at the screen with concern. Pidge furrowed her eyebrows.

      “ Love...sicknesss?” She repeated slowly, looking at Allura with an expression that said she didn’t understand. Coran cleared his throat.

      “ Well, you see Pidge, the Hylae are a very emotion based species. Its part of what has helped them thrive for so long. They’re very emotional by nature, and they create impossibly strong emotional bonds with each other and others. You know theres an old war phrase “ A angry Hylae is a lethal one”. Anyway, because they are such an emotion driven species, they have downfalls such as this illness known roughly as Love Sickness. Its a rather seriously taken sickness among the people.” Allura continued for him, sighing softly.

      “ If a Hylae holds and bottles up strong feelings of love, especially unrequitted or love that hasn’t been confessed, for too long it physically effects them, causing this sickness.” Pidge blinked once then got an even more worried look.

     “ ....Harvey has been crushing on Keith for a long time...but he’s been refusing to tell Keith how he feels....” The two Alteans shared another look.

     “ Yep, that’ll do it. Pidge we need you to do something very important.” Coran put a hand on her shoulder.

    “ We need you to keep a close eye on Harvey--and Keith. And it would be best if they weren’t alone together unless absolutely nessecary. Alright?” Pidge nodded and hurried off to Harvey’s room.

Meanwhile in Harvey’s room....

Keith walked in and nodded in greeting to Shiro, who was sitting beside Harvey’s bedside. The Red Paladin looked over his friend’s condition and frowned, The red flush to his cheeks seemed to grow darker and his skin seemed to pale even more. 

       “ Do we have any medicine?” Keith asked after a moment of silence. Shiro stood and patted Keith on the shoulder.

     “ I’ll go check. You keep an eye on him alright?” Keith nodded and took Shiro’s spot as the older Padalin left, leaving the two alone. After a few moments of silence Harvey groaned and weakly opened his eyes, looking at Keith. His amber eyes were hazy and had an abnormal pink tint to them. Harvey blinked slowly, his vision blurry for everything except the human beside him. ‘ So close...close...need...closer...too hot...dizzy...’ Harvey’s thoughts were slow and too quiet for him to full process. Keith got up and stood right next to Harvey when the ex-prince reached out weakly but desperately for him, grabbing his jacket sleeve tightly.

     “ K-keith....Keith...” Harvey whined out almost deleriously, looking up at the half galra and tugging his sleeve.

     “ T-too...hot...” He whined out, starting to pant from speaking. Keith nodded and pulled the blankets off and carefully helped Harvey out of his t-shirt before pulling the blanket over him again.

     “ Better Harvey?” Harvey simply tugged Keith’s sleeve again, this time more urgently. ‘ Need....closer...need...keith...need keith....’ his thoughts began repeating that one need over and over. He whined desperately.

     “ ...c-closer...” He got out. Keith smiled softly and sat on the bed, just slightly against his ribcage. Harvey immediately reached out with his free hand and gripped Keith’s shirt tightly, tugging weakly.

‘...n-need....k-keith....k-keith...need...’  He whined softly but was silent for a few moments, just staring at Keith. The red paladin reached forward and brushed some bangs from his face.

    “ What do you need Harvey? Water? Please tell me...” Harvey watched him almost entranced and his mouth and instincts took over his brain.

    “...k-kiss me...”

Keith blinked, his mouth falling open slightly and his cheeks reddening. He stuttered a few times before he managed to speak.

     “ w-what?? Why--” The Hylae tightened his grip on Keith and tugged desperately, his face filled with delirious pleading.

     “ P-please Keith...k-kiss...p-please...” Keith bit his lip and thought it over.

Then he leaned down and pressed his forehead against Harvey’s feverish one.

     “ Are you sure?” He asked softly, making sure it was ok with the other boy. Harvey nodded the best he could, whining out another plead. With a soft smile Keith leaned closer and gently pecked Harvey on the lips. As soon as he did Harvey tangled his hands into Keith’s mullet and pulled him even closer, kissing him more. ‘ Keith’s hair....so soft...im...kissing keith....holy quiznak...h-he’s kissing back...’ Harvey let out a happy hum from deep in his throat, the sound almost like a low purr. After a few moments Keith pulled away, blushing and smiling. Harvey opened his mouth when his instincts took over again.

       “ I love you...Keith....” Keith blinked then smiled wide, kissing the boy’s forehead.

       “ I love you too Harvey....now get some sleep...” Harvey felt his entire body relax instantly, the feverish heat already starting to fade. He tugged Keith’s hair gently and removed his hands, patting the spot next to him.

     “ stay....with me?” Keith chuckled and pulled off his jackets and boots.

     “ Always Har.” 

By the time pidge got to Harvey’s room, she had met up with Shiro and explained the full situation. They had hurried with some sleeping medicine, but stopped and smiled when the door opened.

Keith was laying with Harvey under the covers, his arm draped protectively over the Hylaeric boy and Harvey snuggled contently into Keith’s chest. Both of them were fast asleep and Harvey’s fever was visibly fading, a happy smile on both of their sleeping faces. Shiro motioned for Pidge to stay quiet and turned off the lights, shutting the door behind them while softly telling her “ Everything seems fine now, we should let them sleep.” 

Harvey was completely recovered by the next day, holding Keith’s hand as they headed to the control room to face any threats that came their way

End.

Well there you guys go. I finished.

I will probably edit this later to add a cover picture that I’m still working on.

But other than that I hope you guys enjoy it, I worked really hard on this.

@phantommoonpeople

@canadas-googlesearchhistory

tagging the people Ive been babbling about this to

[roadswerered]

Ok, so normally I wouldnt comment on things like this, but I just want to say that this really made me smile. And that I have a lot to thank Internet Remix for.

Trigger warnings: Suicidal thoughts and Eating Disorders

I dont talk about this publicly often, but for the best bit of three years, I have suffered from anorexia and suicidal thoughts/actions. I was in a dark place and for too long, I was convinced that I wasnt getting better. That I was going to end up living a life I would hate. I remember after an awful week back in September of this 2017, I felt more alone than I'd ever been. I had no one to turn to, and had only eaten 200 calories. I was dizzy, weak and giving up. I remember I was getting readh to walk home alone. It was rush hour at night and the roads were busy as ever. My first thought wasnt 'Get across safely and get home.' My first thought was 'Jump in. Get hurt. No one will miss you.' And I believed myself. I had given up on the novel I'd been writing, I'd fallen out with one of my only close friends. But, I didn't jump. Sometimes I ask myself why, but the answers always the same. I was given one last reason. It was a small reason. But it was a reason. The first episode of Dungeons and Douchebags: Underdark had been uploaded. I remember seeing it, and remembering how long I'd waited to watch it. I remember sitting down by the roadside and laughing to myself because this one tiny thing was saving me from myself.

I watched the episode when I got home. I made myself the first actual meal I'd had in too long. And as the episode went along, I wrote a list of every single moment that made me happy or made me smile. Every moment that made me thankful I hadn't tried to end my life. I wrote them out in the comment section, and when I saw people respond, it gave me that same feeling of happiness and relief.

The next few months were tough. Sleepless nights, lonliness, eating next to nothing. But, when I felt like giving in, like I did that day walking down the road, I would remember simple things. 'There will be a new Lets Play starting today.' 'There will be an episode of Discord Murder Party being streamed tomorrow.' It was the little things. Im by no means 'better', but a few days ago, we heard from my therapist that I am beginning to recover from my eating disorder. For the first time in a long time, I am a healthy weight and happy with my appearance. I have met some of the best people I've had the joy to know, I'm in a stable position with my family, Im getting help. Things are looking up. And if Internet Remix hadnt been for me that one day in September, it would have been over a long time ago.

Like I said, I dont talk about this publicly. In fact, I doubt I will mention it again. If you have read all the way to here, thank you. I dont like talking about heavy topics like this, but when I saw this post, it reminded me that there are others like me. That were given hope by the things that these people do. Internet Remix is an amazing group, full of inspiring, creative individuals that I am proud to say I look up to. If you happen to be in a dark place like i was, remember something. You arent alone. You are stronger than your brain is telling you. If you cant do it today, you will be able to some other day. Its going to be ok. Even if it takes a hundred years.

Thank you.

So question for the ir crew- how would you feel if someone told you that your videos have convinced someone to not start self-harm or convince someone not to commit? Just a question I had, I understand if you don't answer

Split: It feels pretty fuckin nice overall to hear that these stupid lol things we put out actually go that far to help people out there.

Juno: If IR content genuinely brings people enough joy to save them from committing self-harm, then that’s  motivation for me to continue.

Atwas: I agree. It’s good that what we do can bring happiness or peace or even distraction to those who may need it. Knowing that we can have a positive impact on someone–no matter how large or small that impact may be–is pretty special.

Uprising: ^^^^ seconded especially as someone who came from that sort of situation. It means a lot that it is so significant

Phill: It warms my heart to hear such things.

Jojo: I’d feel amazing, knowing that our content has that kind of incredible power. Convincing someone to not hurt themselves using something we enjoy?? That’s amazing

Alex: ^

Kristen: Real talk, back in 2016 when I discovered MoTI I was in a really bad place. Looking forward to UTM every week was one of the things that helped me get through a lot of it. It may seem like they’re just silly youtube videos and streams, but if we can help even a little bit (especially after all stuff like MoTI and other youtubers have done for me and my own problems) I’m touched and extremely grateful that we have the opportunity to help anyone. If you’re struggling with these things at all, please know that we love you very much and we’re rooting for you. Someone cares about you. Never forget that.

[hellish-summoner]

She Who is Bound to Silence

Heca isn’t too sure about how to feel about this Corrin she summoned.

On one hand, she looks like Crescent, the Corrin she had already befriended, just with a different outfit fit for a songstress.

On the other hand, she hasn’t heard a single word from the dragon, and she has such a sad look in her eyes.

Instead of trying to dig for information, Heca decides to give the golden dragon some space, makes sure she has a comfortable room to retreat to. Even then, no one can get the Corrin to say a word, and when they get her to write instead, she writes few words, sticking to basic things, like asking for tactics or for directions to places.

After a couple of weeks of this, Heca finds a lone mask sitting outside in the gardens many heroes relax in, close to a pond, likely accidentally forgotten earlier in the day when she called all of her heroes for a meeting to discuss how to defeat the King of Muspell. The Manakete looked over the mask, noting that it was of a fox, and was painted a deep blue with gold and white details. 

“This.....is likely missed; but whose mask is this? No one here wears a fox mask...” Heca mumbled, gently putting the mask into one of her cloak pockets before continuing on with what she was actually doing; someone would come looking for it eventually and likely ask her about it, right...?

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The Golden Dragon had gone to the meeting and then left to go back to her own room without noticing, but very quickly afterwards, she realized that she was missing a special mask she normally kept in her room. She mentally scolded herself for even taking it out, now that she lost it; even though she took it out with her to the gardens simply because she wanted to take a walk down memory lane....

She made an annoyed sound once she actually checked the garden, not finding any sign of the missing mask, and just heading back to her room. She promised Akagi that if she gave her that mask, that she wouldn’t lose it.... Well, at least the kitsune can’t find out while the dragon is still here.

Speaking of Akagi....The dragon quickly made sure her door was locked before digging in her drawers for a unfamiliar device to all but her and the summoner; a phone. She could generally get lucky enough to be able to send a couple of messages to her world. She needed to.

She was a commander after all.

She sat down on her bed and began to check to see what messages those under her gave her during the day. They all knew she left a couple of people in charge, but she was still messaged plenty during the day. She smiled at the messages though, despite the fact it meant she had to think over this sort of thing without physically seeing it; partly she liked being relied on. Partly she liked the fact she got a lot of them to call her something over than ‘Commander’.

‘Vallite, we are running low on skill books; should we order more?’ A yes for sure; with a side note to make sure they also make sure the equipment and food stocks are at good levels.

‘Should we scout out multiple areas?’ Of course; she makes a note for them to check where they recovered Akagi at least once in case anything new can be recovered.

‘Should we continue with the retrofits for Laffey and Ayanami?’ Oh, she must ask how long until those are complete; those two are some of the best ships she has recovered, so she does want to make sure she can help them become strong.

‘Vallite’, as her allies and friends back home called her, just continued to smile at all the messages; besides the questions given, the chat server they used to communicate also had a channel just to post supportive messages for each other; a fair number were encouragement for Vallite since she was stuck in an unfamiliar place, but a lot were also for the different groups, or ‘fleets’, going out.

She would of stopped from reading to continue her search for that missing mask if she didn’t notice she had a direct message from what was basically her current flagship, Amagi. So instead, she decided to see what she wanted first before leaving her phone alone again.

‘Crescent, are you alright? The others told me that you haven’t been talking much.’ Ah, she was just making sure the dragon was alright; it made Vallite happy to know someone wanted to make sure she was alright.

‘I’m fine, Amagi. I’m getting more quiet as I feel like you guys are settling into a routine while I’m still gone. And I have been busy. But I’ll be fine. Feel free to message me if you want, my dear friend.’

She waited for the kitsune to respond for a moment, before setting her phone aside to continue her search, missing the message that was in reply to her.

‘Do make sure to rest, Crescent; don’t want to end up dying before you can see my sister again. And don’t worry, we have gotten a good routine set up for until your return. Hopefully you don’t end up making anyone wait for you, given that you have us check for where Kaga might be recovered sometimes.’

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Heca had retired to her room, writing down some possible new spells onto pieces of paper for later testing, with the lost fox mask sitting on her desk alongside all her papers The Hellish Summoner’s focus only broke when she heard a knock on her door, followed by silence for a few moments, and then another knock.

“The door’s unlocked! Come in!”

The summoner didn’t even look up for her papers as she heard her door open and close, nor as she heard footsteps. Only when she saw a gloved hand reach out and take the mask she had sitting on her desk did she turn to look at the Hero who entered. The Corrin herself was looking over the mask, before looking....relieved.

“Is that yours?”

The Corrin nodded, turning to leave now that she found what she was looking for, before feeling the Summoner grab her arm.

“Hey, stay for a bit; I’m curious about you. And don’t worry; I got paper.”

The dragon stood there for a moment, before nodding and taking a seat on Heca’s bed, accepting the paper and pen the Summoner handed her.

“Now.....What’s your name?”

‘Crescent Shimizu. But many call me Vallite, which I would prefer.’

“Alright.....Nice to finally know a name for you, Vallite. Now....Why are you so quiet?”

‘I can’t speak without hurting my throat. It’s always been like that; I envy Lady Crescent and her ability to speak, but I’m used to finding other ways to get my point across.’

“Oh.....That explains a lot. Hopefully your fellow Heroes don’t mind it much; you might get along with a friend of mine, he likes being quiet, so maybe you can find a way to do a silent conversation with him. Now....What’s with the mask?” Heca gestured to the fox mask Vallite had in her lap. “I have never seen you wear anything like that.”

The dragon stared at the paper for a while before starting to write finally. ‘It’s a memento of someone I loved. I never got a chance to tell her such while I still could, but one of her sisters told me to never lose this mask so I always have a way to remember her. Her sister said that she thinks she loved me back, but I sadly could never ask the woman herself.’

“Oh, a lost love......I hope you find her again; maybe I’ll summon her, and then you can give her a big ol’ smooch.”

‘No?? Kaga would likely punch me if I just suddenly kissed her! Though, giving her a kiss isn’t bad sounding...’

“I was kidding, don’t worry, but you really should consider admitting your feelings if you see her again.”

‘Not sure on that; Kaga was always wanting to be strong, and felt that if you wanted something, you better make sure you are strong enough to earn it. Not sure how strong she would see someone who can’t speak at all.’

“....Girl. You are as physically strong as Crescent. And seem to be a full dragon; I think you are plenty strong enough to sweep that woman you love off her feet. And you can turn into a dragon; if your human form ain’t strong enough to impress, turn into a dragon and show off your power.”

Vallite let out a weak laugh before writing her response. ‘I don’t think that is how kitsunes court each other, but ok then.’

“Oh hell yeah, that is how you impress a beast; you show that you are strong, that you would be a good mate and would make good offspring. Appeal to her primal side as well as her gentler side.”

‘Yeah, I think I will stick to my own way, but thank you, Heca.’

“Oh, calling me just Heca?”

‘I hate being called ‘Commander’ back where I’m from, I assumed you hated being called Summoner. Please, do not think I’m disrespecting you.’

Heca just gets a big grin on her face and laughs. “Oh, I love it! A mutual respect between leaders! Wait, if you are a commander......Say, can you provide me any tips?”

‘I don’t want to keep you distracted for long; or use up too much of your paper or ink.’

“It’s fine! Besides, I can keep them as notes after.”

‘If you say so. Well....My first tip is to make sure you get to know all who are under you at least a bit, and make sure they know that you are there as both a commander and friend; at least, that’s how I handle my fleets. My allies might be seen as weapons by some, but first and foremost, before they are my allies in battle, they are people just like myself.’

“Oh, making sure you know how your allies are as people!”

The two spend a good part of the night talking about how to lead effectively....

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A few days later....

Heca was making a quick summon just at random, wanting to see if she got lucky. “Ok, how about......this one; hopefully I get one of those beasts finally.....”

The Summoner loaded the orb into the summongun, before firing towards the stone altar to start the ritual, noticing the stone pulse before glowing. “That’s a good sign that I might of-”

The Summoner was quickly knocked over by someone just punching her at full force, before looking at the summoned Hero.

She noticed the more modern outfit, and the glare the woman bore, likely out of aggression. This might be rough......

But also she noticed.....Two white fox ears......nine white fox tails behind the woman.

A fox mask; different from the one Vallite had, but still a fox mask.

This was a kitsune, or specifically a Nine-Tails. Maybe also the one Vallite loved.

............But first, Heca would have to get this fox to obey long enough to listen to an explanation.

The fact the kitsune punched her again at full force when she tried to approach told the Summoner that this would be a long process.

[thesitisalma-blog]

#NotAshamed

i was bullied ever since i was a kid. i didn't had a normal childhood like other kids at that time had or could have do. i was always feeling so vulnerable every time and even asked my parents in anger why did they gave birth to me for. i was teased so badly and bullied just because i'm

not a pure malay i was a mixture combination of malay and my origins are malayalee also because i was chubby. i still remember till date every single thing that they have said to me throughout primary and high school time. there was once where my dad bring mercedez car which was a family car that belongs to my uncle to school to fetch me and my brother after school was over and they insult my dad so bad and every words was so hurtful and they said that must not be your father's car it is impossible for him to have that car i bet its his boss car and he is a driver that's why he brings that car to school to fetch you. i used to cry so bad and lock myself in the room every time after i came back from school. i tried to be like them make myself to be accepted in their community. i was hit by a broom, by a thick book until my hand was swollen, i got an full of ice cube thrown at me, every time after recess was over  i go back to class and can see all of my things,books, and even my bag in the dustbin and the boys would laugh so hard at me when i took all of my things and put them back in my bag pack and sit in my seat back. i just wanted to be accepted by them for who i really am even worst they even put a dead bird underneath my table where i always keep my things and i screamed so loud as i saw the dead bird under my table and that's when the boys laughed so hard and said serves you right all because my dad request to shift me from second last to third class but by luck i got into second class when i was 15 years old and since then till i finished my high school i got bullied until to one stage i got a terrible breakdown till i was send by my parents to see a psychiatric at ppum and was under medication for a while to control my depression and anxiety attacks. i also had been having insomnia ever since i was at school. its very hard to feel happy even at times when you're feeling so down about yourself and yet you had to be strong because i didn't wanted to be seen weak in front of others. i used to cry in silent every time and cursed myself for everything that happened to me. i didn't had anyone's emotional support back at that time except from my grandpa he was the only one that truly understands me without me having to say a word and he can know my feelings but i have lost him for good because he went to meet allah and left me all alone also my uncle who was one of a kind the person whom i loved, care and respect the most because every time when he knows im upset without saying a word he would just give me a tight hug and tab my back and say its ok everything will be just fine and i dont have to worry about anything and i would feel so safe but the moment i lost them i felt like a part of me has been taken away and i would just never talked to anyone much and isolate myself from others. i would always be in my bed all day long without moving or go outside anywhere but i had to wake up and get ready to go to college and i tried to keep myself busy with my studies but i was very playful when i first joined college for my diploma course. i would never attend the classes most of the times, i would even skip my classes and joined my college mates and hangout at mall just opposite my college and i failed my exams so bad during my first year of college and when my parents got to know about this they stopped me from college and i was in house for 6 months and did a part time job and that is when i begged my father to let me join college back and finish of what i have started because i didn't like to leave things half way and then i rejoined college back in 2013 and manage to complete my diploma course after 5 years of struggle and prove every one wrong who think i couldn't finish it off. during these times my i have put on a lot weight due to my depression and anxiety attacks which made me to have insomnia as well and i was teased at college and got bullied because of my weight but throughtout my diploma years i have met few decent friends whom stood by me in good and bad times. it is extremely hard for me to always smile and post picture in instagram with motivational quotes to help others who facing hard times in their lives and always became a place for them to lean on and became their motivator because i didn't wanted to anyone that i care who's suffering and seeing them in pain because i know how it feels like to be totally worthless. i always help others and encourage them, motivate them and became a good listener to their problems and advice but somehow deep down inside me i always felt lonely and during my diploma time i fell in love with a guy who is 3 years younger than me whom i thought would be my everything but sadly the relationship didn't last and i was left hanging for no reason and every one was talking behind my back about our break up and was spreading unwanted rumors about it and my name went bad and i almost cut my wrist because i couldn't handle the pressure from surroundings and was dealing some family issues as well but my best friend stopped me and slap me hard and i just cried in her arms so badly because i couldn't handle the pain and think what have i ever done to them and him till i had to go through all this which i don't deserve it at all and was struggling with depression and battling against it for years thanks to my close friends and emotional support that i receive from them and my family i did manage to survive all these years by depending on my physical strength. my mental and emotinal strength has totally been ripped off. i didn't wanted to be lonely because i was scared that ill go into depression again and harm myself. all i ever wanted was a bit of love, happiness and emotional support from my family and parents but eventhough if i tell my problems to them they wont even understand the pain or the struggle which i was going through. there was a time where i tried to end my life by consuming calamite lotion after suffering from severe mental and emotional breakdown but my mom saved my life by making me throw up all of it. i often felt like i'm a total loser in my life and nothing but a burden for all surrounding me. i always lock myself in room and cried as hard as i can thinking why all of it is happening to me, why does it always has to be me going through all this when i never done any harm to anyone and was just being myself. its extremely hard for me to smile and all when i was hurting inside. through out the years i have been depending on my physical strength to survive and live the day. i also became very rebellious i would always leave my room in a mess and untidy the whole room and always would be fighting and arguing with my parents and brothers because i didn't know how to handle my depression and always had mood swings all the time. i just wanted some emotional support from my dad or just a tight hug from him to melt all of my problems away just like how my uncle use to do when he was still alive and motivate and encourage me just like how my grandpa used to do whenever i'm feeling down of myself. then i had a cat named tommy who was like my son and made my day i often play with him and became like a child when i was with him because somehow it helps me to forget my pain. then shortly after that i had another cat named cheezy who is a darl to me and my baby girl and would always spend most of my times with them until tommy ran away from home which left cheezy then she became my small world. i was somehow trying to recover from my depression until i had a call from a lawyer which was from my previous college that says i had certain outstanding payment to be cleared or else i had to face the court and during that i was in the midst of my 3rd semester exam week for my degree course and was doing revision and preparing for my final exam for my 3rd semester and told this to my parents and then the following day i went to my previous college with my mom and brother to meet the person in charge and after all that through out in the car my mom was shouting in the car at me and forcing me to stop my studies and work which i didn't wanted because i needed the degree in order for me to have a better and stabil career and salary package and after we reached home my mom went to her room and shortly after that my second brother came and asked my mom how did it all go and she was telling everything to him and then i just told my mom to stop making it a big fuss and create a drama out of it because i didn't know anything that this would come and was in the midst of preparing for my final exams for 3rd semester where she yelled at me and says in tears that my father was shivering while taking out all the documents and was thinking how is he going to pay to settle the payment and my brother told me that i am nothing but a burden to them and know how to trouble everyone and put them in trouble at that moment i was in shocked to hear that my brother could even say those words to me. i was like ya allah why during times where i didn't slept for days and was really working hard for my exams i had to go through all this and i had a terrible anxiety attack and emotional breakdown where i consumed overdose of paracetamol because at that time i couldn't think of anything and wanted to end my life because when seeing my father in such situation i thought why not i just leave the world rather than being a burden for all of them and took without thinking anything and right after that in the morning i was feeling very weak and a headache then my mom came to me and said its ok we will figure it out and solve it and i called my friend and told her everything and told her to be on the line until i reached the place where we supposed to meet and once i was there we sit and talked for a while and after having my lunch i started to feel heavy giddiness and terrible headache and couldn't even walk because i was about to collapsed due to the effects from the panadol and then my friend held me and send me till chow kit monorail station and i booked myself a grab from there to hkl and got myself admitted in the emergency ward and i was in half critical ward because the effect from the medicine i took affected my liver and kidney badly and i was in the midst of life and death and the doctors told me despite being in that stage it is a miracle that i'm still alive and able to breathe and they told me to inform my parents where i didn't wanted to because i was not in a situation where i can talk to them and told my friend to inform them and shortly after that my mom called me and cried and ask how am i now and what actually happened till i got admitted and i couldn't talk much due to the iv drips and giddiness and my bp went very low till they had to put me in the ward for observation and i was diagnosed with acute depression and right after the call my mom went and call my dad and informed him about my conditions and he was in a total shocked after hearing the news and called my elder brother to come to his office and drive the car to come and meet me in hospital as he couldn't drive in that situation and just a few minutes after dawn they came and asked me what happened and all i was just in silent and didnt talk much at them because at that moment i feel like i was nothing but a burden for my dad. people will normally tell that it is wrong to do all this and etc but they don't understand the pain, the struggle and all that i was going through because all they could see is just my mistakes and not my pain but that's when i realized something that if i dont talk and share my stories i would always be in dark. i decided to share my story because i wanted others out there who's going through the same to talk their heart out and share their stories as well so they could bring awareness to others about the seriousness of mental health and depression and inspire others out there so that it could help them to come out from their depression as well. it is ok to cry, it is ok to be sad and all but never let it to consume you totally because running away from it is not gonna solve anything instead embrace it and always know problems are there to make us be stronger than we are now. through out the 5 days of being hospitalized and was under observation i came to realize that ending my life is not gonna help to get rid of my pain or the depression that i am facing but by sharing it so that i can inspire others out there to face their problems and let everyone know and realize that there is always a way out for everything. i hope my story somehow help other womans out there to speak up and share their stories as well and together bring awareness of the importance of mental health and overcome depression. and i am so blessed with such a loving and supporting family and they meant the whole world to me especially my parents and i am so blessed to have such a supporting, understanding and caring close friends who is my second family who always encourages and motivates me everytime when i feel down about myself and from this incident i started to love myself more and closer to allah with the helps from my family and friends which i will be forever grateful for it. this is my story and i am